King live the Queen

Rocky lays on his bed staring up, with grey eyes, at the ceiling, moments away from falling asleep when an alarm sounds.

"Alert! Alert! The facility is under attack! All security personnel arm yourselves! All noncombatant personnel retreat to level 5 and hold for further instructions!"

Rocky leaps up, running to the door and throwing it open just in time to see a guard's body fly past him. Likewise, Iris, in her room, opens her bedside table drawer, produces a handgun, chambers it, and heads to her door. Upon opening it, she is met by a familiar statue, 173. Iris freezes, instantly remembering she must not blink, even one wrong move and she would be killed. Lucky for her, Rocky sees the threat and throws it aside, pinning it against a wall.

"Go, head for level 5! If these 173's are attacking then you are unsafe up here!" Rocky says in an urgent tone.

Iris nods. "I can't argue.. this time." She mutters to herself as she turns and runs down the hall.

Rocky slowly approaches the statue. "I don't know if you have enough comprehension to understand me, but your queen will not be pleased with this action." He then turns away, releasing the statue.

The statue moves faster than the blink of an eye, attempting to break Rocky's neck, but again Rocky whips around kicking the statue back up the hall and into a group of cultists.

Rocky shakes his head. "You statues never learn. I thought you at least talked and learned from each other."

Meanwhile, in 682 and 053's now conjoined cells, the door between them flies open.

"Come to me, child." 682 orders.

Sophia runs to him and hides behind one of his legs.

"I'm scared!" She shouts.

682 looks down at her. "No one will hurt you while you stay by me."

Elsewhere on level 2, Cain and Sasha run towards the staircase to level 1.

"What is the threat?!" Cain asks over the radio.

"Looks like a cult and instances of 173." Rocky replies.

"They are supposed to be dormant!!" Sasha growls leaping ahead of Cain.

"Wait! Sasha!" Cain shouts.

"Hell no!" Sasha shouts back. "I am going to get to the bottom of this!"

In the hallway of level 1, Rocky systematically begins incapacitating cultists, as he walks through, leaving them unconscious on the floor. Likewise, he throws statue after statue away, lodging them in the walls.

Sasha runs up, glancing at the cultists and 173's. "These look like the same people that trapped me in that statue! And how are these statues ignoring my orders?!"

Rocky looks at a 173 clone. "Well.. it is safe to assume there is a new queen." He groans.

"I'll be damned!! I am the only queen of this hive!!" Sasha rushes down the hall, straight towards a 173 clone. She wraps her chain around its neck pulling the statue with her as she turns right.

Rocky keys up his radio. "All personnel retreat to level 5. Sasha is on a vengeance rampage."

"Mr. *****, please check on SCP-2662 while you are on level 1." The old man responds. "All personnel, follow GU411's orders and retreat!"

Rocky groans. "Right.. the Cthulu SCP.. I almost forgot about him." He puts his heads in his pockets and walks down the hall, turning left at the end.

He approaches the corridor for 2662's room in time to see a group of cultists huddled in a doorway.

He shakes his head. "Poor delusional bastards. If Sasha doesn't kill you, I might let 106 have some fun."

Rocky slowly walks up to the door, peeking over their shoulders. Inside a teenaged humanoid, with tentacles on his back stares horrified at a D class bleeding out, from a slit throat, on the floor.

"Oh, great Cthulu! Please accept our sacrifice to your unholy majesty!" A man, in the center of the room, chants as he and the others bow to the young 2662.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM, YOU PSYCHOPATHS!!!" 2662 shouts angrily.

The cultists look at each other confused.

Rocky steps back and around the corner. "106!" Rocky orders in a hushed voice.

The old man slowly emerges from a nearby wall with an excited smile.

Rocky points to the cultists. "Remove these robed people from my sight. Do as you wish with them, but leave that man, in the middle, alive to answer to an interrogation."

The old man laughs maniacally as the cultists begin sinking into a large pool of tar.

The cultists scream in terror until their voices are completely drowned out and they have disappeared into the pocket dimension.

"Search the facility, I am sure you can find many more." Rocky adds.

106 salutes as he walks into the room and steps down, like on stairs, into the tar as it dissolves into the floor.

"What the hell was that?!" 2662 exclaims.

"Just a friend that is more than eager to remove your unwelcome visitors." Rocky replies with a smile.

2662 chugs a mountain dew code red and then takes a deep breath. "I wish shit like this would stop happening.. it is almost every six months some cult barges into my room, sacrifices some poor shit in front of me, and expect me to praise them for their efforts! I swear, the next cultist I see I may strangle to death!"

Rocky shrugs. "That.. or order them to play a game of Modern Warfare with you. I know you realize you have influence over them, why not use it to your advantage?"

"Because these people are unbearably cruel.. and they keep ruining my floor!!" 2662 says, grabbing a bag of Doritos and pauses staring at a nearby bookshelf full of books. He then begins sobbing uncontrollably. "THEY GOT BLOOD ALL OVER MY MANGA!"

"For now, just lock the door. I will have a cleanup crew here as soon as we terminate the threat." Rocky says closing the door. "I will never understand teenagers.." He groans.

At the same time, Sasha continues to "rope" and pull clone after clone down the halls, at a hurried pace, until she reaches the main entrance.

In the large, gaping hole towers a ten foot tall female humanoid, her head adorned with seven horns twisted in different directs. Her eyes are jet black, long breaded fire red hair, and six large black wings upon her back. Her skin is also jet black and appears to be armored like a rhino's. She slowly enters and stares at Sasha.

Dr. Clef watches from a computer monitor. "I would normally help instead of letting a lady fight, but this is really not my place to interrupt. An ex-queen versus the new queen." He takes a quick drink from a flask. "Catfight airle 1!" He sings with a grin.

Her voice echos as if multiple people were speaking in a slightly offset unison. "All hail the old queen of the hive! Bow before your new queen or die!"

Sasha glares up at her angrily. "I will not be so easily replaced!! My subjects will pay dearly for this betrayal. As for you, you will leave my home or face my wrath!!"

The ten foot woman looks confused. "Who are you to order me?"

Sasha spins around, launching the 173 clones into the face of the ten foot woman. "I am THE queen, bitch, and you are in MY house!!"

The ten foot woman seems unphased as the 173 clones break against her face. "Die." She says with a growl outstretching her arm.

Sasha is suddenly surrounded by black flames.

Engulfed in flame, Sasha's chain wraps around the ten foot woman with lightning speed, bringing her to the ground. Sasha puts her foot on the woman's face, leaning down to look her in the eye. "Let me make this clear before you die. I will not be replaced, I will not be subjugated to a bitch like you, and I will destroy this hive for its insolence. I don't need you! I don't need any of you!! I have a new purpose and a new life. I will be damned if I will let you or anyone else ruin that for me!!"

Sasha's foot burns a mark into the ten foot woman's face and her chains close quickly and tightly.

"You.. will never.. escape.. the.. hive." The woman says struggling to breathe.

Sasha grins evilly. "I will make an example out of you. No one crosses me and lives."

The chains continue to close in on the ten foot woman. Sounds of bones breaking can be heard echoing through the halls as the woman tries to scream but no sound comes out. Her eye bulge as her spline ruptures and her ribs pierce her lungs. In her last breaths, she coughs up a pool of blood.

"Oh.. look at the fragile queen. You thought you could replace me?!!" Sasha pulls the chain even tighter, cutting into the woman's armored body. "You are like a watermelon wrapped in rubber bands!" Sasha laughs. "I will break you just as easily!"

Dr. Clef slams his hand on his desk repeatedly. "Get her Sasha! Show that poser who's boss!"

With one last jerk of the chain, the ten foot woman's eyes burst from her skull, her heart bursts, and her body is contorted until it rips into numerous pieces. The black flames subside and disappear.

"YES! YES! That is my girl!" Dr. Clef exclaims in celebration.

Rocky and Cain finally catch up to Sasha, seeing the bloody mess and pile of 173's, they approach slowly.

"Sasha? You okay?" Cain asks.

Sasha whips around with a gentle smile. "Never better! Now be a couple of dears and help me round up my disloyal subjects, I wish to terminate them.. personally."

"How do you propose we do that?" Rocky asks.

"A vat of acid, of course!" Sasha replies.

Rocky keeps up his radio. "Do we have a vat of acid available to terminate the remaining 173 instances?"

"Floor 6, corpse disposal chamber." The old man replies nervously, setting down the radio. "I am so glad these SCPs are on our side.."

Rocky thinks for a moment. "I always thought the plans were referring to an incinerator to dispose of the bodies."

Cain shrugs. "They must have needed something stronger."

Sasha claps her hands. "Chop chop, before these little basterds decide to start running!"

Cain, Rocky, and Sasha set to rounding up all the 173 clones and dragging them to level 6, where Sasha and Rocky throw each of them into a large deep pool of acid. The task takes about twelve hours to complete, but all the statues are deemed completely terminated.

"I am sure there are some stragglers, correct?" Rocky asks.

Sasha closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "No. The only ones left are the three currently in containment cells."

"Should we take care of them?" Cain asks.

Sasha shakes her head. "They remained loyal to me, and for that, I would personally wish them to be spared. However, if the foundation wishes it, I will not oppose their termination."

Rocky keys up his radio. "All threats eliminated. What do you want to do about the 173's still in containment, old man?"

"Leave them be for now. We may have 173-1 test their loyalty here soon, to ensure they are not a threat." The old man replies.

Sasha grabs the radio. "My name is Sasha! I would very much appreciate you addressing me as such!"

"Yes, ma'am." The old man replies.

Dr. Clef clinches his fingers together as he looks over one of Doctor Therman's files. "So she is bound to you.." He looks up at Rocky as he turns and looks back at the camera. "We will have to change that now won't we?"