SCP Lockdown

Secure. Contain. Protect. SCP's were paranormal and extraterrestrial phenomena's that are captured by the Foundation and tested upon, some, being destroyed due to their destructive and earth-ending behaviors and abilities. Some SCP's seem harmless, the SCP's that are harmless to somewhat harmful are Object Class: Safe. SCP's that are destructive to certain extents are classified as Object Class: Euclid. The SCP's that will result in earth-ending catastrophes and results are classified as Object Class: Keter. Each SCP is quite unique, and the Foundation has been in service to secure contain and protect the public from dangerous SCP''s.

The year is February 24, 2016. Today was the BlackLight Operation where multiple scientists form together and study one specific SCP to take different notes and conclude what Object Class it is.
A man walked down the halls, having an escort group of troops with him as they would enter through the doors of a lab, walking into a testing room where there seemed to be an odd mass of blackness, from it, a face appeared. The only thing that kept the mass from escaping was the heavily thick glass. There was a hole in the nine-foot glass wall, and while the mass could escape from there, it did not. The man began to speak into the hole, but he was cut off by the dark demonic tone of the mass.

"Where... am... I...?" The face asked, however its mouth not moving while it had its view set on the man.

"My name is Professor Phil Johnston. You are here because you have been covering cities in your darkness. May you please explain what you are doing? What your purpose is? Who created you?" The man prodded rather quickly, but not rudely, keeping a soft tone yet vocal tone. This man was used to physiological procedures and patients enough to where he treated these SCP's as patients, like a teacher to a child almost.

There was an observation deck above, part of the floor was glass so others can view as they took notes while sitting instead of having to stand up, however most of the scientists and doctors did so. There was a certain troops. Having his rifle on safety and in a sling around his shoulder, he was with the group in the observation deck, watching. This was Mark Keller, a recent recruit who was curious about SCP's himself more then any other troop. He loved to see the various SCP's and this was his fourth week. He had no family to go to, no friends either, and recently he graduated college, wanting to join the marines, but when he learned of the Foundation SCP Program from overhearing a woman at a Starbucks, he just needed to sign up. After long hours of trying to find the place, he eventually found a group of soldiers who were handling an SCP with lethal force, and like a dumb-ass, he did;t even notice it until he was in the middle of it. Mark was taken to the Foundation, where he was interrogated. Long hours of talk was made, however, when they offered him the job of being a security troop, he couldn't be any happier... it payed help of a lot more, and he saw exotic people and creatures and artifacts.

Mark was to never talk about the testing nor what happened within the Foundation, which having no friends or family was perfect, plus, he lived alone in a farm house in the middle of the woods, two miles from any city or town. There was a small crop field of veggies, guards, and even an orchid of various fruit trees, and to complete the farm was a roaring river near a 30ft waterfall. This is all Mark had, besides the people he hired to take care of his home while he was gone, however he could never figure out why a bar of soap was missing from his house every time he came home.

 

"I... Am... Perfection..." The mass said aloud as if it was being agitated, it attempted to go through the hole, yet a quarter of the through it stopped and moved back as if it was being forced, "I... need... to gro-w... I... need... to feed... these creatures... their souls... are de-delicate and... tasteful..."
"So your killing people?" The professor said setting his notepad down, looking at the small face seriously.
"I... m-must feed... in orde-r... t-to live...!" The mass would make it all of the through the hole, a small portion, forming a spike as a chance to kill a certain someone. As the spike made it through, the soldiers raised their rifles, yet the Professor did not flinch as he spike stopped right in front of him as if it could not reach him. Ultra-violet lights shone upon it as the beams forced the smaller mass back, causing it to grunt and groan as if in pain. The Professor stood up as two of the soldiers brought in a heavily compact cylinder of glass, plugging the hole tightly. They all walked out, turning off all lights but the surrounding ultra-violet lights themselves.

"Oh hell..." Mark said, surprised at the actions taken place within the room where the mass was, "So how come it didn't go through?"
"Because it needs wider space in order to operate, like goo in a sense, it would take hours for it to get through with any success, however, it adapts rather swiftly," A Doctor said, jotting down some notes, then he looked to the secondary director of the Foundation, "We should put this down as Keter, since it can take 2 cities within a day and hide itself easily, however its main weakness is the sun, or ultra-violet rays."

The secondary director thought for a moment, then shook his head once, "I want this room guarded 24/7, we cannot allow any flaws or else containment breach will take place," He then got up, several guards following suit, "Private Keller, Corporal Jones, you are to stay here until this observatory is cleared, move to your daily work as usual." And with that he left, soon moots the scientists and Doctors were leaving as well, speaking in quiet tones to one another about the SCP.

 

Mark remained fixed on the black mass before the other guard caught his attention, "Mark, lets get the last two out of here," the guard gestured to the two women, "You'll have plenty of time to look at monsters and stuff."
"Y-yeah," Mark said as he turned, grasping his singed rifle then walked up to both the women, "I'm sorry to cut this short, but we have orders to make sure everyone was clear from here." Mark did not want to be rude, in all reality he was a very kind-hearted guy, full of spirit, but sometimes he needed to be a little mean, which, he wasn;t being right now, but he was being polite enough about this.

 

Mark and the other gird walked out of the room, locking it away from any personnel, they would walk to the right hall, "So... you doing anything this weekend?" Mark asked the security guard.
"Why you ask?" 'Jones' asked, wandering what the hell this guy was thinking.
"Well, this new strip club opened up recently outside of the city, I was wandering you'd like to go with me, kind of hang out, then when its all said and done we go our separate ways." Mark replied, trying to find something to do with someone over the weekend.
Jones thought for a moment before both oft he walky's went off, Jones being the first to answer, "Whats the problem?"
There was gunfire over the chat, people barking out commands or some other things, some even screaming as if they were in pain before being cut off. Finally, someone had answered over the facility intercoms, "There has been a containment breach! I repeat there has been a containment breach! This is not a drill, all units are to be deployed, civilians and scientists are to report to Faculty Room A2! I rep-" The voice cut off as the power went off, but then turned back on.

Jones would be the first to act, running to the direction of the fight with Mark following behind, wandering what the hell was going on.

 

Mark and Jones arrived to the scene only to see half of a guard be throw, the other half on the ground. More troops came flooding in as an extremely tall, shooting at the creature that screamed and lashed out, its large mouth having the yellowest teeth of all, its eyes were pure black, and multiple holes could be seen through the creature but it still functioned without waver. Jones and Mark began to fire at the creature as well, and as a grenade was throw, the creature hit a man strong enough for him to hit the grenade right next to Jones and Mark. Jones had seen the grenade on the floor next to him before pushing Mark out of the way, taking the blast up front himself. Mark felt some pain in his leg and back, but nothing major, and when he looked at Jones, he only saw what used to be the front of a body of a man. The pale humanoid would move into a security room, the security and control looking at the creators face as it rampaged once more, killing the men. One of the arms of a man had hit a release button for the first level of the Foundation, releasing 8 SCP's all at once.