Chapter 8

"There has to be something we can do." Westley sighed, "There's not. I've found that very few SCPs survived, the only ones I've found that survived were inter dimensional ones like the one you found. In fact I believe 507 survived, but it wasn't a risk."

"There has to be some form of containment we can get them into."

"There might be. There's an SCP that could function very well for that."

"And it is?"

"SCP-3008."

"IKEA? The IKEA is your idea?"

"It's the best bet we have, they will be trapped in their indefinitely."

"Well then, now the question is, where are they?"

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"So these are the SCP files," I asked.

"Yes, almost all of them," Bright responded.

"Do you know them all?"

"A lot of them, but not all."

"Is there one that looks like a dog?"

"Well, yes a lot of them."

"What about a human-like dog?"

"Yes," Bright said slowly. "Why?"

"I don't know I just got his weird text and—"

"What," he yelled. "Oh, for the love of... 079 What did you do?"

"Fulfill. Bargain," it said. "Data_sent."

"You brought another SCP?"

"Possible."

"Did you bring anything else?"

"Data. Only."

"Some of that data can contain SCPs!"

"Understood. Accidental_transfer."

"What is it," I asked.

Bright sighed, "SCP-1471. It's an SCP that is transferred through an application. It seems 079 sent it to you."

"Yes, but what does it do? Is it dangerous?"

"No."

"Then why are you so worried about it?"

"We have history..."

"I'm not gonna ask, but what does it do?"

"It sends you pictures, then over time, you'll start to see it. Out of the corner of your eye, maybe in mirrors, until eventually you'll see it all the time."

"Sounds like a hallucination."

"That's the problem, it often leads to mental problems like paranoia."

"But, it's not dangerous?"

"No, it's not. MalO is far from being dangerous."

"MalO?"

"That's the apps name."

"Ok, then... moving on. You said earlier you can't stay here forever and sadly your right, so where will you go?"

"There's an SCP that can send us anywhere just about, so we'll use that to find somewhere to hide."

"And me?"

"What?"

"What will I do."

"You'll stay here. You can't come with us."

"Why?"

The others looked at me and Bright looked sadly at me, "you have a life here Ben, I won't let you throw that away."

"I— I want..." I sat down next to Aé on the couch and sighed. Bright looked down at me, "I'm sorry Ben, but you can't." I just nodded.

Authors note: sorry for the short chapter, but there's a huge arc starting next chapter so I had to end it here. Hope you guys enjoyed.

-Kalushar