Apocalypse Awakening (Part B)

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[I really don't know why I'm adding yet another chapter despite its one-shot status...is this the founder's will???

BTW, there is a reason for the Founder being here in the first place, SCP-[REDACTED]

...Do not trust the cognition of the Founder....it is [REDACTED]. I repeat, it is [REDACTED].

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What are the SCP organization's most valuable assets aside from the lead scientists and the O5 council?

This could be answered with another entirely different question; what are the most prominent and deadly human-related objects in history?

Demigods such as Heracles? Mythical entities such as Sun Wukong? Or perhaps, a nuclear warhead?

You are not wrong. At least, you were not before I constructed my version of the Foundation's 'imaginary' taskforce. A group of elite fighters with no more than 4 members. My masterpiece and the ace up my sleeve.

A force I know I can rely upon even in the most chaotic of containment breaches.

Mobile Task Force Tau-5. Code name: Samsara.

To give you a vague idea about their martial prowess, first, imagine this; Before you, there is the best of the entirety of humanity, selected from amongst billions upon billions. Now, narrow them down to only a hundred.

Take everything you know about an elite task force and give them leagues better equipment and training, put them on anomalous superhuman steroids accompanied by hyper-advanced cyborg implants, and you're still likely to get a failure unworthy of licking the filth off Samsara's boots.

I cranked this up to eleven.

I mean, hey, I was born into a world in the age of magical dinosaurs and Chuthulu monstrosities. I didn't take any chances.

After all, if I were to encode the 'containment breach' event protocols, I must ensure there will be some mysterious force ready to wipe up the mess before the SCPs do some truly cataclysmic damage, and it would be a joke if my forces weren't the apex predators on this planet.

Thus, I decided to improvise.

In the original settings, the task force's membership was comprised of four cyborgs made from the cloned flesh of the broken god Azazel, installed with esoteric and experimental weaponry, and trained to investigate and contain thaumaturgic, magical, and psionic threats.

As the consciousnesses of MTF Τ-5 members can be recovered in the event of their current body's destruction, the task force can respond to lethal situations that would otherwise result in a loss of personnel.

I didn't change that part. I had enough 'substitutes' by that time.

Instead, I added even more.

You see, I had the indestructible and incorruptible power of 'Preservation'. There was also a LOT of leftover flesh of a dead dragon. A dragon whose flesh had still lived as I consumed them, granting me the power to rewrite and remold realities like clay. There was no way I didn't capitalize on that.

I also added a self-detonation switch they could activate of their own free will in the unlikely case their body fails them. It would give me a signal to deactivate 'Preservation', thus leading to an explosion equal to several nuclear warheads. A process that would free them from dire situations for the small price of temporary death.

Samsara was everything I had stated in the original data, but with my interception, they became something much more. A small group of soldiers who are indestructible and incorruptible in every sense of this universe. Soldiers who worship me as their creator and whose loyalty is quite literally, eternal.

It was now time for them to prove their power.

"SCP-2399: The Malfunctioning Destroyer had most likely reacted to the anomalies as well as SCP-169: The Leviathan...let us name the anomalies, SCP-X-001: The White Titan and SCP-Y-001: The Olympians, respectively. This is an MK-world ending scenario. All Samsara personnel, prepare to engage. Nanku, Onru, launch all sleep toxin missiles of Keter-Oppression category into the vicinity of SCP-169's mouth. Irantu, Munru, monitor SCP-2399 and induce its focus onto SCP-X-001 and SCP-Y-001 via wave enhancement, seclusively. Eliminate all obstacles if necessary."

'Affirmative.'

All four replied as one. Despite my sudden awakening and abrupt orders, not the slightest amount of agitation could be felt through the mental link I had created with them.

A smile broke through my facade as an earthquake shook the mountains. A magnitude of 10. The Leviathan was truly one of the most massive creatures in the universe. Another ear-wrenching shriek broke through the horizons as the mere vibrations of its sound caused a shockwave that uprooted forests.

Trails of light flashed through the sky as more explosives were detonated. It was almost like a meteor shower.

"Nanku, report."

'We successfully launched all missiles into SCP-169's oral cavity via camp 0675. We await further orders.'

"Onru, aid Irantu and Munru with data analysis and camouflage. Nanku, to me."

'Affirmative.'

As soon as I said that, a portal formed beside me as Nanku, clad in her black full-body nano suit, stepped out and saluted. The para tech I invented for short-distance travel was indeed working well.

"Nanku, by your orders.", she said in her oddly vivacious voice. I chuckled at how she tried to hide her enthusiasm. Cute.

With a wave of my hand, I gestured toward the general direction of SCP-169.

"A magnificent sight, don't you think? Truly majestic...if not for the fact that it is actually the tip of its nose."

And indeed, a great shadow had cast itself over the lands as we spoke. Something so gigantic, so ridiculously humungous, it would be impossible to register it as something organic, much less alive.

The tip of SCP-169's reptilian snout loomed over the skies like the tower of Babylon reaching out to the heavens, and from its nostrils the size of a volcano, condensed gas burst forth in a deafening eruption.

So unbelievable was its size, the White Titan who had been towering over the mechanic giants looked like nothing more than a small figurine. A roaring Tsunami was birthed from that one single move of rearing its head, bashing into the already decimated forests and washing them off the landscape like dust.

What was left was barren land, a muddy desert so open that one could see the shores of the ocean several hundred miles away. Seven mountains rose from the shores, obscuring the sun.

By this point, all alien anomalies were silent, unmoving, as if unable to discern whether or not what is before their eyes was a reality. Unfortunately for them, it was.

The mountains were claws. And the claws descended.

The impact was something that couldn't be expressed by mere words. It was so...overwhelming, so tyrannic, it seemed as if the world has lost its voice. The aftermath was apocalyptic. Its slam was the equivalent of a hundred nuclear explosions. The white titan and mechanical giants were flung into the air like ragdolls, their bodies spinning and flailing through the air as the continent beneath their foot was uprooted.

Chunks of rocks the size of hills rained down with gallons of seawater, carpet bombing the land with debris. Nanku had gently scooped me up in her arms like a knight does to his princess, carrying me in the air as the repulsion nozzles on her feet kept us high in the sky.

A sudden chill ran down my spine. At the exact same time, a voice transmission called out to us.

'Irantu to Founder 05-1, a drastic increase in power detected. SCP-2399 has entered an offensive sequence. Evacuation is...recommended.'

"No need. Proceed as usual. As you all know, we cannot be harmed."

'...Understood. Please keep SCP-5000 on standby mode in case of being buried alive.'

"I don't recall teaching you sarcasm, Irantu."

Something sparked in the corner of my eye. I looked up. Something was flickering. A falling star?

No. It was brighter.

Too bright.

A pillar of pure destruction speared straight through the white titan's core and right into the mass of mechanic giants-

- And all turned to white.