âBreaking News, there appears to be a huge fire at the research facility of the ever enigmatic SCP Foundation. Press has been unable to enter the walls since the Foundationâs official founding over one hundred years ago. All we have been told is that something dangerous is contained within each of the Foundationâs individual sites. The Foundation claims they have everything under control and that they have recovered everything that they could, what hasnât been recovered is most likely destroyed. Nevertheless they encourage the public to keep an eye out for anything unusual or strange in the coming months.â
He snapped awake as the words of the broadcast from so long ago faded from his mind. The memory was vague, faint, monochrome in a sense. The warm breeze of spring seemed to be carrying him away into a world of dreams. He scanned the ground around him, bright green with fresh grass, searching and seeking for the pen that had rolled out of his hand as he slept. It didnât take long for him to find it and pick it up once again. It fit perfectly in his palm and soothed him as soon as he had retrieved it. The leather bound book in his lap was the next thing his gaze went to, a sigh of relief as he saw that he had not accidentally written in it as he let his consciousness slip from him.
It was in this moment that he realized the azure sky had vanished from his view, the sun had sunken away and hidden itself far beyond the horizon, disappearing for a decent amount of time. The color that he ended up getting was a deep black color, his milky blue eyes stared up to the sky, piecing together far away constellations and soft glowing eyes that peaked from the cosmos down to their pitiful planet. He could recall a few of his comrades who were contained alongside him often reminiscing about the cosmos so far away. They were guardians almost and they were farther along than they were here on this pitiful planet.
It stung as he pulled himself up to his feet, the burns had since healed from early February to now, mid-May, but there were a few that still left their mark on him, still kept their hold upon his flesh and werenât completely healed just yet. As he rose and stretched to regain the feeling he had lost during his slumber, his milky blue eyes had stumbled upon a figure in the distance. Shock filled those azure irises of his, widening a bit beneath the mask. Who was standing there and for what reason? He wasnât quite sure. When he addressed them, his voice came out quiet and confused.
âWhat can I help you with?â
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