The Christmas Special

I in my everlasting wisdom of knowing literally 0.001% of everything I had long come up with engineering a system. A system of allowing my brain to process and work at optimum efficiency, but would always revert to its prime state to get rid of my need for sleep allowing for optimum efficiency. I of course still needed sleep now and then for both recreational purposes, and after how stress/emotional moments.

And while I was looking into the best spot to put the (Storefront) as a way to start a legal buisness I had started feeling sleepy. I imediately recognized the threat of some malevolent enitity knocking me out as a danger. So I hit a panic button underneath my desk that would have all units not in active combat converge on my position. The last thing I saw was a squad of guards kicking down my door before falling out into unconsciousness.

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When coming too I saw my first system message in a long while.

(Challenge: He Knows When Your Sleeping)

You are being hunted,

Survive

(Reward: Avoid eternal slavery/Damnation, Appearence of SCP-2536)

I didn't realize it earlier, but I wasn't in my normal body. Imediately I jumped out of what I know identified as a bed and entered a combat stance. Looking around I recognised I was inside of a childs room. Which explained my sudden loss of muscles as I looked at myself. And also explained disorientation that came from maneuvering the body of a what I presumed 8 year old boy due to my height, muscle mass, and feeling my face baby fat.

Further inspecting the room I noticed a calender with the day Dec 25th the only spot not crossed out with lines that looked more like scribbles. Knowing that if anything were to attract the anomolous it was holidays I tried forming my connection to the Library, but hit a mental wall before I could even try.

Testing my reality warping revelead my abilities dampened to the point that they barely existed. A waste of energy better spent fighting physically so I stopped immediately. Not willing to spend any longer focusing on something that would help my situation I noticed that the calendars year wasn't 1988, but instead 1981.

Wondering why this was the specific date chosen I looked outside "my" window on the second floor. It was dark about 1 o clock at night due to the moons location. But what caught my attention was humanoid but I saw a lanky humanoid figure dashing towards the first floor window. With gracefullness unbefitting of its figure it strided, prowling across the snow before looking through said window.

I saw its head start to turn upwards and instantly backed away recognizing that it was going to look up at the window. It seemed almost like it had animalistic instincts, knowing when it's watched.

Realizing that I wouldn't be able to fight in such a weak body without a weapon I started searching. The hiding spots I could find at a glance were a closet to the right of the door, bed and a bedside table that was positioned at the head of the bed that only allowed the door to open at a 90° angle. And conveniently enough a thick soft to the touch carpet that would most certainly dampen any sounds of my footsteps and any sudden movements.

Knowing the creature was right outside, and my need to get into position silently I chose to hide under the bed. I moved and tucked myself into the corner as when the door was opened it would block a large viewpoint to my location underneath the bed. Not too long after had started getting into position I heard a click and a creek as what I imagined was the unlocking and opening of the downstairs window. In came the creature as I heard a soft thump as its leathery feet found purpose on the floor as I felt the envirement of thw house grow more dreadful.

This invader was extremely stealthy and quite as they didn't make any creaks across the floor. But instead made a tiny Clack sound whenever they presumably took a step. The tinyClack of nails on wood got progressively, though still barely noticable, closer with each step they took. Until it stopped altogether.

The door to the toom creaked slightly as it opened and I could see a part of the legs the now identified as non-human creature had. They were put on almost with the intention of using as little flesh as possible to cover up the bones with a noticeable lack of veins. As the creature peered inside they opened the door enough to slip their extremely nutrient deprived body inside. They walked around the room no longer making any sounds as the floor was carpeted.

The creature seemed to scan the room before walking towards the bed no doubt seeming puzzled at the lack of myself. Seeing this I tensed up ready to bolt out of the room in the event of being found. The creature walked slowly to the closet and not much later I heard the swish of clothes rack hooks scraping against metal.

Not finding any victims I watched as the creature maneuvered to the side of the bed as they started crouching down. Luckily for me and unluckily for everyone involved a lightswitch was flicked on and the creatures attention was drawn to the source of the noise. I watched as their knees slowly rose before slipping back out of the room.

Now walking out the room I waited for them to be fully outside before coming out myself. I stood up after crawling out of my hiding spot I heard a croaked voice saying "Merry Christmas." Followed by a muffled cry along with a whimper drawn by the sound of steel tearing apart flesh. Looking outside the room I found the bathroom open the lights on, and current source of noise.

Ignoring the sound in favouring self preservation I found the stairs and started walking down them before creeeeek. The whimpering and muffled crys seemed to stop as I heard something scurry. Abandoning stealth I jumped down the stairs executing a somewhat successful roll to dampen the impact, but botched it slightly as I felt an ache in my shoulder. As I moved towards what I observed as a kitchen I moved to the knife block. I armed myself with whatever I could find at the moment while ducking behind the counter.

At this time the monster had moved out of the bathroom. It strated moving towards my location indicated by the small clink of their nails I readied myself to launch a devastating ambush. As the creature was focused on where its prey escaped to I heard the audible click of a phone being placed back in its receiver followed by rustling.

When the creature reached an optimum position to strike I launched myself forward. As I launched my small stature I went for its knees. Not used to my body limited range of motion and unflexible body I stumbled as this childs body didn't offer much fluity to complete the motion effectively. Course correcting I dug the first blade within what I thought to be kneecap going in about 8 notches of the steaknife. This change in direction threw off my second strike only allowing me to jab the straight blade a fourth into its thin, but tough, midsection.

The creature seemed shocked as it dropped its rusted knife. This allowed me take the opportunity to drive the now imbedded steak knife deeper into its kneecap. It buckled down as the knife was driven to the point of the handle touchingobviously in pain as I took this time to run past the monster. I grabbed the rusted knife it had dropped and as I passed it slashed at its Achiles Heel. While making my escape I formulated a plan around how I was going to kill the thing.

It was 6'8 which was the main reason I was able to put so much force into digging that steak knife deeper into its kneecap. Its eyes were pure black obviously giving it nightvision meaning I couldn't formulate plans around that. It seemed more geared towards agility as its muscle mass was non-existent. With its skeletal frame visible for all to see. Its centipede like body that almost looked like someone with a really bad quadruple chin repeatedly which most likely allowed it greater flexibility.

Unfortunately although it could feel pain it didn't seem to bleed which meant only the complete obliteration of its body would destroy it. As I made my way towards what looked like the living room the creatures smile dropped followed by "You've been a very, very, naughty boy." It said as I saw it rush towards me although with a noticeable limp.

That faded however as the creature ripped the blade out of its kneecape and threw it at me. Forcing me to dodge and I noticed that with each passing moment its flesh mended together. As it didn't caring about its debilitating injury. Seeing the monster regenerate itself mid fight I put a greater emphasis on survival. As no matter what my child body couldn't keep up in a battle of exhaustion against a regenerating oponent.

Bringing myself to my feet the creature was mid sprint as claws extended out of its hands. As it was doing so the hallway light from upstairs turned on followed by a German man holding a hunting shotgun. I watched as the man aimed at the creature, and not wishing to be blown to smithereens I threw my body to the right towards the stairwell.

I was right to do so as the first blast shredded the living room that I and the now bullet riddled creature inhabited. The man observing the damages spotted me and looked shocked before yelling in German to what roughly translated to "SIEGFRIED GET DOWN!" Before he unleashed another blast at the creature that I know realized was behind me not a second later.

Before running to my newfound protector I grabbed the knife inserted in the thing chest. The man was shocked after observing the creature in full before reloading once again. The creature jumped up and shifted to the side dodging the first blast from the shotgun barely lossing any momentum.

The man only knicked the creature in the shoulder with the second blast as it had gotten too close to properly train the shotgun onto the creature. He didn't even get to struggle before the creature had ripped his throat out with its left claw. The man uttered only one word while looking me dead in the eyes. "Li-v-e" as he rifled through his pockets and palmed me two shotgun shells. And found the strength to give one less pitiful kick to the things stomach.

I wasn't idle however as I slashed the rusted knife at the wrist of the creatures overextended claw. The creature dove forward trying to pull both of us to the ground. It however was not expecting me to roll forward passed its airborn body as I drove its rusted knife through were a humans heart would be. After the roll I found myself picking up the now dead mans shotgun as I thanked whoever bodyswapped me that it was a simple break action.

The creature started once again started moving towards me as I pointed the hunting shotgun in its direction. Trailing its movements I wasn't surprised when it dodged to the left as I started pulling the trigger. Instead I kept my finger on the trigger, shifted my aim and let lose.

Bang the creature stumbled once more. As I stumbled backwards mentally slapping myself for not anticapating having to compensate the recoil on an 8 year old body. This however gave enough time for the creature to charge once again. Abandoning the prospect of another shot I instead sidestepped and swung the shotgun holding the barrel as a handle as I heard thwack causing the beast to stumble.

Finding this to be my moment I backed up took a firing position and fired a shot point blank into its ugly leathery self. I watched as it fell backwards as a hole found itself in its head. I then took the steak knife in my hand as I repeatedly drive it into the creatures neck and head. I then waited for my (Quest) to complete as I observed the creature lay motionless.

(Quest: He Knows When Your Sleeping)

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I then felt something grab my ankle with the strength of a vice as I was pulled down to the monsters level. It then ripped the blade I stabbed into it numerous times from my hand. Jammed it into my kneecap as it then ripped out the rusted knife shoved into its heart. out as it drove it through my other kneecap. Now immobilized I jammed the nails of my hand into where its eyes would be before it stared at me grin stretching our wider and wider.

"Good boys and girls know their place." It laughed as it grabbed my right hand and ripped into it with its rather smooth teeth crushing every bone in my hand. It then moved onto the fingers as it ripped my fingernails out as I screamed out in pain. It then moved onto my other hand skinning the flesh one layer at a time. It then went into the kitchen and came back a minuite later with a pot of hot water as they slowly dripped the water slowly onto my now visible bone and muscles while slowly taking a knife and skinning every inch of flesh down to the bones up to the neck.

Afterwards it hoisted my now extremly damaged body as I locked at the pool of blood leftover from my torture. The creature took an iron and cauterized my every wound on my now disabled arm further lengthening my suffering. The creatures taunting voice sounded "Shouldve been a good boy, then you wouldn't have to SUFFER." Everything afterwards was a blur only the feeling of sharp and drawn out pain bursting through the veil of my faint consciousness. The only reason I had even survived, let along kept a sliver of consciousness, was the hope that I could survive. The creatures taunting remarks of a dead father I never knew barely registering.

And help was coming.

I heard a whooshing sound that was progressively becoming louder. The creature hearing this decided now would be the time to end his fun. As they went to slash my neck open I forced my barely functioning body to roll to the side. The creature annoyed at my continued resistance launched themselves at me digging its knife into my leg pinning it down onto the wooden floor.

Before the creature could even make another move the door was kicked open and it was if god graced me with his holy fire as hell was unleashed upon the creature as it found itself being driven backwards. The people who helped with my prolonged existence shouted into what I thought was a walkie talky as I was dragged out of my temporary residence. Taking a good look with my fuzzy vision I realized these people weren't police officers as an insignia of a blue star was placed upon the soldiers armour.

My consciousness flickered and after finding my mind go blank and come back. I found myself put into what looked like a medical transport vehicle I was being rushed to what was probably a hospital.

(Paramedic P.O.V.)

I didn't know how this boy was still alive he lost over 35% of his blood had enough pain to fry his nerves and knock him unconscious 6 times over. Yet somehow he was still awake. Almost every bone in their body was broken, had severe head trauma, even looked like their eye was ripped out. On top of that they would never be able to use his arms or would again. They were practically a torso at this point. I felt bad for this kid. Working as a doctor for the G.O.C. hardened you up always had us seeing fucked up shit. But not even the toughest people I knew put together would be able to handle whatever the fuck this kid went through.

They were most definitely tortured and once again should be dead. At best catatonic, yet this child had been able to stay awake, and was still doing so. Maybe this is what my mom meant as kids being way more durable as adults. Either way we were given the orders to save this kids life no matter what. As the G.O.C. had been trying to catch KTE-4666 since its founding. And due to its hunting methods wouldn't allow itself an unfinished job. This kid was able to do what others couldn't for decades.

And by god if I wasn't going to be able to save someone who now has saved countless people I wouldn't know what to do with myself.

(Murrey P.O.V.)

I tried my damnest to stay alive. Sure my life wasn't in active danger, but I could tell it was getting worse. I watched as one of the paramedics hooked my up to multiple bloodbags and decided to take a gamble. My condition was getting worse and I would be surprised if my lungs weren't punctured. So I tried exerting whatever mental willpower I had remaining putting my full knowledge of SCP-500s chemical makeup into those bloodbags, and before I knew it I passed out.

(Paramedic P.O.V.)

I couldn't believe it this kids heartrate was increasing. My colleague and I sent eachother questioning locks like if either of us injected him with some drug. After realizing we hadn't we continued onward furthering our attempts to stabilize the patient. One thing that was extremely annoying was the fact that whoever tortured him did it with a rusty knife. Making stabilizing and improving his condition increasingly hard as the shards of rust were a real issue.

Finally after a gruelling 10 minuite flight we had arrived at the hospital. To which the boy was rushed to the emergency room.

(Murey P.O.V.)

I LIVED! Is what I would say if my vocal cords weren't completely eviscerated from the torture and screaming. As I was rushed to what I hoped would be the emergency room I was immediately strapped in and got surgery done WHILE I was conscious. They fixed that mistake when I opened my eyes during surgery as it seems they didn't think I was awake due to my injurys. As the surgery ended and I woke up I found a man in a black suit and pants that looked like he was going to mug me.

He however didn't and while sitting on the edge of the bed spoke. "Your a hero, and everyone at the U.N.G.O.C. thanks you for being one. I know you probably wouldn't undertand how. Nor will you because you won't remember this conversation, but I just wanted to say thank you."

He then pulled out a syringe with white liquid, but before he injected me time froze and a pop-up appeared.

(Complete: He Knows When Your Sleeping)

You are being Hunted,

Survive

(Rewards: Avoid eternal Slavery/Damnation,

Appearance of SCP-2536)

(Secret Quest Complete: Santa Dies Tonight)

The Yule Man, SCP-4666, Krampus,Naked Man, Wrapped Coal, has been terrorizing families since Christmas was a concept. Due to the scenario put in place I Moderator of the system had graciously decided to lower the abilities of the Yule Man to allow you a chance of escape.

Despite not directly ending the Yule Mans life you instead have indirectly done so as their imposed nature wouldn't let them flee from someone "unworthy" let alone a child. You have impressed us all.

Have a very Merry Christmas

Signed,

The Moderator

(Rewards: 1 Random SCP,

(Perk: Christmas Cheer)

Its too jolly to be cold +25% cold resistance

Authors Note: The SCP will be decided by a random number generator. And yes if I get something like 001 turns out we'll be in the endgame (depending on which one) 69 years early. I am still on hiatus but made this chapter as a little Christmas gift. And have realized that even when its over I need to move towards a more unfixed state of uploads. Not to the point that I just disapear without warning for two months, but just to allow myself more leeway in terms of both my own life and also research into the SCP universe.

I've kinda realized how much I slept on the Serpents Hand and how the whole Jodys cult and stuff really should've been replaced by the Serpents hand. Seriously they have so many confirmed SCPs they have along with characters people have put so much effort into making. So yeah I'm thinking about doing rewrites to get rid of the cult as they are so out of place in the SCP universe and how it functions its not even funny. And I've also recognized that I just don't find it fun to write them anymore.

I'll also be trying to catch any spelling mistakes and rewriting earlier chapters as man I cringe when I think of the first 10 chapters. Plus the whole storyline I've set up with Murrey being a Bright is so uncooked and not done well that I can't really go back an reference past events. Which is something very fun to do as an author as you have a "it's all coming together" moment and Murrey going "I'm a Bright so I belong here" dosen't count, nor is it a good setup for a plotline.

Gonna also get rid of the whole Bright seer sister being a part of the Serpents Hand as it just dosen't make sense timeline wise. Remember I'm trying to go off this story on the basis that this is the year 1988. 1987 when Murrey met her in the Wanderers Library it just dosen't make sense and I don't like it. So the Cliff Notes are I'm gonna be revamping the story to make more sense, maybe get rid of the cult and Jody and try to catch a buncha spelling mistakes.