Chapter 7
This chapter is sorta depressing. You can skip it if you want.
Contains a lot of cringe sound effects.
Just saying, despite the whole theme of the SCP Mythos, I don't want my MC to be a complete villain. Don't want the story to be too dark either. If you don't like that, meh. Who am I to care.
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Everything was in place, the Peanut was in front of the door, all the D-Class were in position, and Jason, Arjun, and Benedict, the three de-facto leaders, were muttering among themselves.
"If this doesn't work, what will we do?" Benedict said, itching his small beard.
"We wing it." Jason shrugged his shoulders, smiling as he winded them.
"Fair enough." Benedict nodded.
Taking out the bag, he dumped a few more items onto the ground. They were ones he had kept away in his storage. What were those three things? Well, one of them had helped them escape the D-Class holding facility, while the other two…. Were sorta there.
The items?
"Angry_Birds_Theme.mp3", it was basically the Angry Birds theme on an mp3 recorder. Nice.
"Death Wish Sheriff", A cooly-designed revolver that looked exactly like a certain gun from Valorant. It also didn't have any special effects, besides looking nice. The weapon had quite a lot of rounds and was instrumental in helping him and the rest of the D-Class past the guards. It was a really good firearm.
Finally, three chocolate chiffons. The bag was really random.
He handed the chiffons to Arjun and Benedict, who slowly ate them. He took the last of them and stuffed part of it into his mouth. He would somewhat need the energy. The chiffon was really delicious. The cake possessed a soft and smooth texture, that was somehow also chewy. Each bite he took, was full of sweet chocolate, enveloping his whole tongue. A few chocolate chips within provided a supple crunch once in a while. It was good stuff.
After they finished, Jason picked up the mp3 player, and pressed play...
One Minute Later…..
WIth tense shallow breathing, the group of D-Boys stood there, sweat dripping down their necks. They hoisted their guns, waiting in anticipation and horror. The angry bird's theme played cheerfully in the background, which was most definitely boosting the surrounding morale. Well, no one knew that it was the Angry Birds theme, due to their not being Angry Birds in this world. Actually, Jason wasn't sure….. Was there an Angry Birds SCP?
He pointed his MP7 at the door, looking down its sight with utmost concentration.
Then, something happened. With a low groan, the screeching of the Gate opening alerted the D-Class. That it was time.
"Get ready!"
"Let's f*ck them up!"
"Brace yourselves!"
"D-Boys for life!"
"Argh."
"Ah, this is fine. Completely fine. We are completely fine."
"Let's go."
The D-Class as usual yelled some extremely inspirational and emotional crap in the face of death. But in the end, that was what made them, them. Otherwise, they would just be random no-name criminals. The Foundation had taken their names and their freedom…. But they hadn't taken away their less-than-savory voices!
*Drrgh….*
The Gate opened, and immediately, chaos ensued.
On each side, they pulled their triggers, bullets raining down and about at deadly piercing speeds.
Sparks flew about and bullets peppered the walls. Magazines clattered across the ground, like an eerie orchestra of windchimes. Screams and gunshots rang about, with many on each side falling, their warm blood spilling across the cold tiled floor. Arjun and Benedict roared, their guns blazing away.
*Ratatatatataatatatata!!!!!*
*Skrrt!!!*
"Aargh!!!!"
"Damn it!"
"F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, fu-"
*Shck!*
*Thump.*
"It's 173! What the hell!" Some of the MTF panicked a little, turning their fire on the statue. To the side, the D-Class at the Gate gritted their teeth. Jason shot forwards, weaving through the formation of orange. Then, he jumped. Straight into the Statue.
With a loud smash, Jason made contact with the statue, his feet made an impact. The Peanut toppled over on its side, rolling down towards the MTF, causing a few of them to fall due to lack of focus. Jason tripped back, sliding to the right, back out of the fireline. He fumbled about, procuring the De-Luminator from before, aiming it towards the Gate entrance.
"Heave!"
"Close the damn door!"
With one last effort, the D-Class managed to halt the Gate, leaving only a sliver of it open. With a loud groan, it seemed that this door wouldn't be operational for a while after this strain…. Cries of pain and relief spread about, but the D-Class knew it wasn't over.
*Click.*
Then, all the lights went out. With a flicker, all the lights stopped working. Everything around them went dark, and chaos ensued. The D-Class were quick to turn on their flashlights, but in the unsuspecting darkness, they heard it. That terrible sound. One that all the D-Boys feared when they went to sleep during the night.
"God….. No….."
"Fall back!"
"Nine-Tailed Fox here, we have engaged in contact with SCP-173!"
"Prepare!"
"Turn on the lig-"
Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Within seconds, things had calmed down, and the lights flickered on once more, illuminating the Gate room.
"Ergh….."
"No, no, no….."
"Ah, f*ck."
Jason turned, looking around frantically. There, on the floor, were corpses. Countless of them. They were strewn about the floor. Their lifeless bodies just laying there, bullet wounds all across their body. The whole floor was red, with blood still dripping down.
Orange and red had melded together, to create a grotesque scene.
Getting up, Jason turned over, looking as the few survivors groaned and moaned.
Gritting his teeth, Jason touched his neck, feeling a small bleeding cut.
"J-jason….. Goddamnit….." Arjun walked over, limping. His leg bleeding, he gritted his teeth.
"Urk…." Benedict sat on the ground, covered in blood, his orange jumpsuit dyed red.
The MP5 in Jason's hand clattered to the floor as he quickly regained his calm, ordering the rest of the mobile and uninjured D-Class to help the wounded. He rushed forwards, kneeling next to a D-Class. The D-Boy was a slim tall man with hazy blue eyes. The man looked down at the wound next to his heart and sighed. Blood dripped from the wound like a flowing river. Jason widened his eyes, quickly tearing off some cloth before he felt the man pat his shoulder.
"Eck. F*ck. Dude, there isn't anything you ca- Ke. Can do. But thanks. For everythi-"
The blue-eyed man fell silent, his hands falling to the side like a ragdoll. He was dead.
Jason sighed bitterly.
Standing up, he rushed over to any other seemingly breathing D-Class. He had no time to mourn, there were still some that could be saved. In the background, the angry bird's theme played cheerfully….