Chapter 11 - The Foundation?

"Speech"

'Thoughts'

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The ride back to the Foundation facility was uneventful, as nobody talked to me at all. It was expected as I was a "world-ender" or something like that.

Ultimately, all I would do is get my one million souls and then use this avatar to chill for a while. The Foundation would probably try to question me or push me to give up some secrets.

I was put in chains, yet I doubt the effectiveness of them. The MTF led me out of the truck and into the facility. With the 20 MTF around me, some seemed to be shaking in fear.

I was eventually led into a large room with a singular chair. The room was entirely white, with the walls looking to be reinforced with some material.

I turned the chair around to face me as I sat down in the air, a meter away from the chair. If the Foundation wanted to speak to me, they must send someone in.

They seemed to get the message as, only ten minutes later, quickly, a D-Class walked in. The D-Class was a dark-skinned man that appeared to be a height of five foot ten inches.

He quickly, with shakey footsteps, sat in the chair across from me. I didn't do anything as I wanted to see what the Foundation would do.

The D-Class seemed afraid to look into my eyes as he looked at the paper and spoke aloud.

"The Foundation has sent me here to ask questions…" The D-Class sounded a bit unsure of himself as he spoke, but that had to do with the situation he was put in. Sweat had started forming on his face as he thought I would respond to his explanation, but I didn't interrupt.

"The terms of the deal made the Foundation would like to put a-" I looked at him with a glare because I knew what he was going to say, and as soon as I did so, he shut his mouth. The Foundation was trying to put the one million souls in a sort of payment plan where they would slowly pay it over years and years, and I was not for that.

"All. At. Once." I spoke knowing that if I allowed it, the Foundation would try and postpone a million souls till eternity. I knew the method they would try to take, and because I'm a scammer, you don't think I could spot one of my own.

The D-Class was sweating even harder now as my answer was not to the Foundation's liking, and they were probably speaking in his ear right now. They could do nothing about it, though, as I had all the power here.

The D-Class got up from the chair, and I heard a faint "Thank you for your time" before he started to walk away to leave the room. The moment he got close to the door, gravity stopped working for him as he began to float off of the ground and into the air.

I pulled the D-Class back into the seat and spoke directly to him, "I'm not finished speaking." The D-Class, who thought he had evaded death, was now shivering due to being pulled back into the claws of it once more.

"The Foundation loves laying down rules, yet you've just tried to extend the time of the deal by trying to pay the souls over time." The Foundation was always trying to save the most lives possible, so if they could increase the length of this deal, they would try and increase it indefinitely. I wasn't done speaking as not only did the Foundation now try to scam me, but they also thought they would get away with it.

"I want all one million souls in the next 48 hours all at once in front of me… Starting now." I snapped my fingers as I finished saying "now" and then pushed the D-Class back to the door using gravity. I gave the Foundation a time limit since they wanted to mess around, and they're now going to find out.

I know how the Foundation works, and with this information, I know they want to keep me here for as long as possible. They tried to treat me like a god who deals only in absolutes and, because of that, wanted to split the payment into a long-term plan. This won't work because, unlike those gods who can wait thousands and thousands of years, I won't do that.

There are two options I see as of now.

Option one: The Foundation brings the one million souls to me, and with that, all is well. I answer some of their questions and then just leave my avatar here to give them peace of mind.

Or

Option two: The Foundation fails or refuses the time limit, and because of this, I'm forced to blast them with max-boosted gear hollow crimsons.

Even though I don't have my full strength, I should be able to get out a 128x multiplier for a few seconds, allowing me to shoot out any attack with maximum damage. My mana would only take a few seconds to regenerate fully, and because of that, I'd be able to do it all again in just a couple of seconds.

The attack would be the size of a mountain and would rip through anything in its path for miles outward. Given enough time, it may even hit a big city if I'm lucky. Hopefully, the Foundation doesn't get the souls in the period I set because if they don't, it'll only get more fun for me.

The whole reason I'm so ready to blast this world is because of one thing. The Foundation still uses SCP-076 as a combatant, meaning this is either a parallel timeline or an entirely different timeline with different capabilities.

With all the gods that roam the main timeline, it would be safe to say I wouldn't be well-liked, as adding another creature that wants annihilation doesn't mix well with the beings of order. This doesn't mean that there aren't heavy hitters, but as long as I don't do anything stupid, they shouldn't want to fight me, and even if they do, this is just an avatar.

This ability doesn't split my soul, and this is pretty much a doll. When I went through the altar, I didn't feel the mark being activated because my soul never left The Outside. Thinking of this as a remote-controlled drone wouldn't be wrong if it didn't have my abilities or any of my stats.

Hopefully, I'm not in some crazed timeline where something is so different that it would be considered so farfetched that anyone could see it wasn't a close timeline. The only way to see if that was the case was to check with multiple SCPs or ask SCP-682 if I was close to the main timeline.

Suddenly, I got a bad feeling, as if my instincts were telling me something was wrong. The lights in the room went red as I heard an alarm sound from outside my containment chamber. Gunshots sounded out with screams from those fighting whatever threat was out there.

The sound of walls and doors breaking got closer and closer as I could hear guards screaming the closer it got to me. That was until everything went quiet for a second.

All I could hear was the sound of the alarm going off and the intercom that something had broken containment. The wall in front of my containment chamber broke down, throwing dust and debris everywhere.

I sat calmly in my floating-sitting stance and waited for the smoke to clear. The only thing I knew about the creature in front of me was that they were definitely here to see me.

Multiple eyes, a skull-like head, somehow hairy despite their body type, they even had rows of sharp teeth in their skull-like mouth, and it was unmistakable who this being was with that lizard-like body.

SCP-682 had broken containment and rushed into my chamber…

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(A double upload is coming later in the day due to hitting the 200 powerstone goal!)

The SCP Universe is the first world due to some… trolling, but this isn't the main timeline. This timeline actually has something WAY DIFFERENT about it, but it seems you'll have to find what that thing is in the next chapter.

The next chapter will continue this story line, and then the next chapter after that one will go back to the main body.

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