Battle in Site-17(1)

– Site-17, America - 11:10 AM –

Somewhere in Site-17, Iris and Lucy struggled to restrain Molly, who was intent on an extermination mission against Whitesnake, while Amelia lay lifeless on the floor.

"LET ME THROUGH!" Molly roared.

"Can you at least tell me who did this to Buck?" Iris asked, straining to hold her in place.

"DOES IT MATTER?! I'LL KILL HIM!"

Lucy slapped Molly sharply, snapping her back to her senses.

"Get a grip and tell us who did this, or I won't hesitate to punch you next," she warned.

Regaining her composure, Molly began to explain, "Some guy dressed like an executioner. He had two discs in his hands and he seemed to giving off Stand energy."

Iris' eyes widened. "Whitesnake."

"Who?"

"The one who did this to Buck is Whitesnake. He has the power to steal Stands and memories by turning them into discs."

"Okay, so?"

"So we can still save Buck by retrieving those discs and reinserting them. Jolyne did it for Jotaro, we can do it for Buck."

Molly felt a huge relief falling down on her and realize that there is a chance to get her back. 

"However, we need to prevent Buck's body from decomposing until we get the discs back."

"How do we do that?"

"I know where we can do it," Lucy said, "Carry Buck with you and follow me."

Using Bad Moon Rising, Molly lifted Buck, and they head to where Lucy was guiding them.

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In an unknown containment chamber somewhere in Site-17, Lucy led Iris and Molly through the cold, icy air spewing from the chamber's vents.

"Sheesh, it's freezing," Iris said, shivering.

"This was meant for SCP-457's containment if he ever got transferred here. The freezing air will keep Amelia's body maintain and slow down the decomposition," Lucy explained.

Bad Moon Rising gently placed the lifeless body of Amelia on the floor, and the three exited the chamber.

"You two guard the chamber. I'll try to get the discs," Molly instructed.

"What?! We can help!" Iris protested.

"You two would be easy targets, and I'm the only one with powers who can stand toe-to-toe with him."

"But—"

"Please, I can't risk you ending up like Buck. As a friend, I'm asking you to stay put along with Lucy."

Iris clicked her tongue. "Tch, fine."

"Okay, but how will you find him?" Lucy asked.

"I can still sense the Stand energy he's giving off. With that, I can track him."

"I see. Good luck, then."

Molly nodded and headed out to search for Whitesnake, while Lucy and Iris stood guard over the chamber.

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Donna, Angie, and Miranda entered one of the floors where they knew Abby was by using the staircases since the elevators were out.

"Splitting up isn't a good idea wince we don't know if Forsaken's allies have set traps or if the Reich's machines are patrolling this floor, so we stick together and stay on guard," Miranda instructed her daughter.

"Okay," they replied in unison.

As they were about to move, the ceiling vent above them broke open, and two figures landed in front of them. Surprisingly, it was SCP-529, Josie the half-cat, and SCP-999, the Tickle Monster, who must have hidden in the vents to avoid being caught by the Reich's machines.

":3 coo~!"

":3 meow~!"

"Awwww..." Donna and Angie couldn't help but coo at the sight. Donna scooped them up and hugged them close to her chest. "They are adorable."

"999 and 529," Miranda noted as she fixed her gaze on them.

"You know them?" Angie asked.

"Met them this morning, roaming in the cafeteria and hallways with Dr. Collingwood," Miranda replied, patting 999 and Josie. "They're friendly though, so keep them close and don't lose them, especially 999. Collingwood was serious about this one for some reason but wouldn't elaborate."

Donna nodded. "Understood."

Then, Josie, Angie, and 999 sat on Donna's shoulders, their light weight not posing any issue for her. Together, they moved out to search for Abby.

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In another area of Site-17, Revenant, Mommy Long Legs, and Abby stood in a large room. This wasn't just any room in the facility, but the warhead room itself.

"What's that red thingy?" Abby asked, pointing at the literal nuclear bomb.

"The thing needed to blow this place to kingdom come. A warhead," Revenant answered nonchalantly.

"Uh, will we be able to escape once it goes off?" Mommy Long Legs asked.

"We have dark aether portals. We'll get out in no time," Revenant replied, approaching the control console. With the information he had extracted from the Site-17 servers, he has a clear picture on how to activate the warhead.

"Here we go."

He turned it on, and the warhead in the middle of the room began to glow and emit steam.

[On-site nuclear warhead activated. T-minus 10 minutes to total destruction.]

As soon as the PA system announced this, Revenant punched the control panel screen, rendering it useless.

"Let's leave."

As the three were about to escape through a dark aether portal, a vent on the wall suddenly opened, and 999 jumped out, heading straight for Revenant.

"What the h—"

Before he could finish, 999 latched itself onto his face. 

"GET THIS GOOP OFF OF ME! RAAAHHH!!" Revenant roared, struggling to remove 999.

Mommy Long Legs put Abby down and tried to pry 999 off Revenant. As they were occupied, Donna entered the room and spotted Abby.

"Donna!" Abby exclaimed.

"Time to leave!" Donna shouted, grabbing Abby before she could protest. She whistled, and 999 leapt off Revenant and landed on her shoulders. 

Mommy Long Legs noticed Abby was now with Donna. "NO!"

A slit suddenly opened on Donna's left hand and sprayed Mommy Long Legs in the eyes with her hallucinogenic pollen, blinding her. 

"This is new," Donna murmured.

Immediately after, she sprinted out of the room while carrying Abby and 999. They soon met up with Miranda and Josie down the hallway.

"Let's go!" Miranda shouted, and she and Donna rushed ahead.

Meanwhile, Revenant was trying to get Mommy Long Legs back on her feet as she held her eyes.

"Get on your feet, long legs! We ain't leaving without the girl! Forsaken demands it!"

While Revenant continued to rant, the hallucinogenic pollen triggered multiple memories in Mommy Long Legs' mind. She recalled children being taken for experiments to create living toys by Playtime Co., children who never came back.

"*sniffs* Please don't go away, kids," she murmured.

Noticing this, Revenant grumbled angrily and knelt in front of her. "Listen closely to me, you bug. If you don't stand up, this Foundation will take her away just like the company you were made in took them away from you. Do you want to lose your only chance of getting the kids back, like Forsaken promised, and guarantee that girl's safety, or be alone for the rest of your insignificant life going insane? TELL ME!"

At that moment, Mommy Long Legs grabbed him by the throat and pinned him to the wall, staring at him but she looked a bit different now.

More Deranged. 

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"I want the kids back so that I can have a purpose as a mother figure to them! I REFUSE to be alone again!"

Ignoring his own predicament, Revenant stared back at her dead in the eye. "Then go after them through the vents. I'll catch up."

With her smile even wider, Mommy Long Legs released him and crawled through the vents in pursuit of Donna.

"And they say mothers can't be scary," Revenant remarked as he watched her leave before he ran out of the room to chase after Donna.

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– 9 Minute to Detonation –

Clef and Bright were currently on the sixth floor of Site-17, trying to search for survivors but no dice and only found more dead staff and guards on the floor, including some destroyed Reich machines.

"Perhaps this is 682's handiwork," Bright speculated.

"Definitely. No doubt it was him," Clef agreed, examining the teeth and claw marks on the bots, "Hm, this kinda reminds of the time your little experiment went wrong, and I was the one who had to clean up the mess."

Bright chuckled. "Good times."

At that moment, a dark aether portal materialized not far from the two, and out of it came a platoon of 30 Reich soldiers. In the next moment, the two sides met their gaze at each other.

"Two scientists? Looks like the bots didn't kill them all," one of the Reich soldiers remarked as he raised his rifle, but another soldier stopped him.

"Wait. From what I've heard, this guy named Gustav said we should capture two scientists with a weird necklace and a cowboy hat as they are one of the most important individuals in this organization. Do you think it's them?"

"They fit the description perfectly. It's probably them alright," the first soldier agreed, lowering his weapon slightly but remaining vigilant.

Noticing the Reich soldiers had their eyes on them, Bright and Clef exchanged urgent looks.

"We should run," Bright suggested.

"Of course we do," Clef agreed.

They immediately pivoted and sprinted down the hallway, with the Reich soldiers in hot pursuit.

"This is getting really stupid!" Clef shouted, spinning around and firing his Atomic Revolver. The shot hit one of the soldiers, causing them to suffer another level of cancer and die gruesomely.

Seeing one of their own was brutally killed, the soldiers pushed their pace and slowly closed the distance with vengeance in their eyes.

"Damn it, we need to lose them!" Clef groaned.

Bright, panting, replied, "Our only chance is to find an elevator or hope for an aggressive SCP around here to take them out."

As if Bright's wishes came true, the moment they turned to the right, they found an elevator on the side of the hallway. However, at the end of the hallway, SCP-682 stood, having just finished slaughtering all the Reich robots it encountered.

"Bright, I really hate your luck right now," Clef said bluntly, turning to face 682 and waving. "Hey lizard, long time?"

"ROARRRRR!" 682 roared in hatred as it immediately rushed toward them.

"Okay, we should reach that elevator now!" Clef said as he and Bright dashed into the elevator, desperately hoping it would be functional. As they approached, Clef slammed the button repeatedly. The doors slowly began to open, but 682 was closing in fast.

Just as 682 was about to reach them, the elevator doors closed in the nick of time.

682 growled, "I really hate these insects."

As he was about to leave, he was suddenly confronted by the group of Reich soldiers that chased down Clef and Bright.

"Oh... shit."

"ROARRRRRR!" 682 roared once more as he rushed towards the Nazi soldiers.

"Oh... shit," one of the soldiers muttered.

"ROARRRRRR!" 682 roared once more as he charged at the Nazi soldiers. The soldiers opened fire, but their bullets barely slowed the massive SCP down. Within moments, 682 was upon them, tearing through their ranks with terrifying speed and brutality. The hallway echoed with the screams of soldiers and the roars of 682 as its massive body crashed into the soldiers, scattering them like toys. 

Meanwhile, Bright and Clef were standing in the elevator, and felt relief after their narrowly escape from both the Nazi soldiers and 682.

"Woo~! That was a close one," Bright uttered, wiping sweat from his brow. "I think that went really well," he added with a smirk formed on his face.

Clef shook his head. "Your definition of 'well' is seriously messed up."

"But hey, at least we're alive."

"Being attack by Nazi soldiers and a giant lizard is the worse thing I ever expected when arriving in this site," Clef remarked.

"Well, let's just hope nothing else goes wrong," Bright replied, leaning against the elevator wall.

*Ting!"

Not long after the elevator door opens, the first thing the two saw was five Reich soldiers and a Super Soldat glaring in their direction.

"Freeze bitch!"

Standing in the opposite hall from the two and taking out their weapons, the soldiers all rushed towards them.

"We've found the two targets! I repeat, we've found the two targets. We're currently engaging them at the fifth floor of the facility.

They of course didn't forget to alert the other units.

"Damn!" Clef cursed, taking cover by the side of the elevator doors, with Bright following suit. "Now what are we going to do?" he glanced around before his eyes settled on the elevator hatch above them.

As Clef was thinking about escaping there, Bright got an idea in mind.

The moment the Reich soldiers stopped firing because they were reloading their weapons at a mere second, the doctor peeled the domino mask from his face and threw it right into the Super Soldat's without missing a beat. 

With a snarl, the Super Soldat tried to pull the mask but to no avail.

While that scene in itself was ridiculous enough, that wasn't what made some of the Reich soldiers around it to gasp.

The mask's edges seemed to sink into Super Soldat's flesh, coalescing with its skin as the tissue of the mask morphed into a white, hardened, marble-like material. What was a domino mask a mere second ago had now turned into a grinning, ominous mask of Greekish design, like those worn by villains in ancient Roman theaters.

If the Super Soldat could still feel human fear, it would feel a cold chill run down its spine. Icy fear pooled in its gut as it looked fearfully up at the mask that was seemingly grinning in delight. It knew what it was. It is in its gut.

A white porcelain comedic mask, filled with mockery against the most humiliating tragedy. The mask of diabolical control.

This is SCP-035, The Possessive Mask. It is a Keter-class sentient anomalous object, a manipulative entity capable of possessing its wearers and easily brainwashing people into its loyal servants, a mask whose sole purpose of its existence is to cause pure, unadulterated, suffering for an unlimited lifespan as a black blob, rotting from the inside out.

"MMMMMAAAAAHHH, MΜΜΑΑΑΑΑΑННН, IIIIIII, AAAAAM, MMAAAAAAKIIIIRIIIII!"

Its inhuman screams were like someone whose throat was crammed with broken glass.

The Super Soldat's body danced in the air as its limbs jerked up and down, left and right, in the most disturbing and erratic way possible. It was as if an deranged puppet master had decided to throw away his marionette while it was all tangled up in its strings.

Black, sticky liquid started pouring out of the mask's hollow eyes and mouth, as the mask's expression itself started to vertiginously distort between furious, jubilant, anguished, and relaxed.

The anomalous substance which poured out of the mask seemed highly acidic and extremely corrosive since it violently sizzled and bubbled when it splattered onto the reinforced concrete floor.

Seeing this horrifying scene before them, the Reich soldiers aimed their rifles at the Super Soldat, fear creeping into their eyes as they watched it mad rambling suddenly stopped jerking and spasming like a possessed drug addict.

And it was staring straight at them.

"Heilige Scheise! Offenes Feuer!" one of the soldiers shouted as they opened fire.

But being in bulletproof armor, the Super Soldat shrugged off the hail of bullets and proceeded to decimate the soldiers, knocking them aside, crushing their bodies, and throwing them with terrifying force.

After annihilating the soldiers, the Super Soldat spread its arms wide and spoke.

"Hihihi...kukuku...fufu...AHAHAHA! Interesting! This is the first time I possess something other than an average human! I feel... powerful!"

The voice was almost alien. Deep, dark, gravelly, yet strangely musical with a most addicting touch of charisma to it. 

It was the kind of majestic voice that echoes within the deepest confines of one's mind, an almost seductive voice that seemed to seep from the crevices of hell, spoken by Satan himself.

Dr. Bright merely rolled his eyes and shrugged, "Yes, yes, I can 'see' that you have gotten him in your grasp, 035. It gets sort of boring after the 8'000th time. Yes, if you say no, I'll use my chains. You wouldn't like an overwriting of personality, would you?"

"...Tch. Oh, you do break my heart, my dear Dr. Bright."

Dr. Bright remained unimpressed. Dr. Clef snapped his fingers, cutting off the inhuman voice, and interjected.

"So, Bright, you just stole a Keter-class SCP without permission?" he asked nonchalantly.

Bright shrugged, "Like I said, it was for self-defense!"

"Yeah, and your self-defense is going to be another problem. He's going to kill us any moment now!"

"Oh, don't be so sure, Dr. Clef," 035 said. "I'm going to spare you for now, as a return favor for this fascinating body I've never possessed before. I'll be leaving now, boys. Au revoir."

With that, 035 turned and moved down the hallway, leaving Bright and Clef alone.

"He's going to be a problem soon," Clef muttered.

"At least he spared us," Bright replied.

"Still…"

They moved into another hallway opposite from where 035 had gone. As they continued their investigation, a figure could be seen crawling on the ceiling above them, using hands and feet.

It was the Stand Jumpin' Jack Flash.

"More scientists, huh. Whitesnake might need their memories as well. Oh well," he thought.

Jumping off the ceiling, he landed quietly behind the two and pulled out... a wrench?

"Heh."

Hearing the sudden voice, Clef immediately turned and fired his hunting rifle, but Jumpin' Jack Flash dodged the shot and stepped back.

"It's Jumpin' Jack Flash!" Bright shouted.

"That's me, and I need you two to surrender peacefully. Now."

"No," Clef replied nonchalantly.

"Oh well then. Draw!"

The Stand wasted no time, launching a barrage of metal bolts and nuts in their direction. Clef instinctively pushed Bright aside while evading the attack with inhuman speed. He reached for his Atomic Revolver and fired at the Stand, but Jumpin' Jack Flash effortlessly dodged the bullet and rushed forward.

Clef charged at the Stand as well, and soon engaged it in hand-to-hand combat. The two exchanged swift blows, showing Clef's fighting prowess on full display. His combat skills surprised even Jumpin Jack Flash, who watched in awe as his opponent parried his punches and countered with precise strikes of his own.

Despite Jumpin Jack's speed that is far superior of a human, Clef managed to land a series of powerful punches and knocked the Stand off balance. The Stand retaliated with a swing of his wrench, but Clef blocked it with his forearm and responded with a roundhouse kick to the Stand's midsection.

As Jumpin' Jack Flash stumbled back, Clef confidently taunted him. "You're not the first anomaly I've dealt with, and you won't be the last. I've defeated worse things than you in my time. Hell, I could even eat green-levels or world-ending reality benders like breakfast! I could even dominate the Queen of Hell in bed!"

"...What?"

Just as he spoke, the sound of 682's roar erupted and the hallway began to tremble as an earthquake shook the entire facility, causing a small debris to fall from the ceiling and struck Clef on the head, causing him to collapse on the floor unconscious.

Seeing the unexpected display, Jumpin' Jack Flash turned to face Bright.

"Hold up! Before you knock me out, can you tell who is that behind of that Stand face of yours?" 

He smiled, "...I'm an Engineer. I build things... and I'm from the BLU team."

With a swift movement, he whacked Bright on the head with his wrench, knocking him out cold. He then hoisted both Bright and Clef over his shoulders and started walking down the corridor.

The BLU Engineer from Team Fortress 2 had become Jumpin' Jack Flash.

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– 8 Minutes to Detonation –

In the containment chamber of SCP-076, a large cube dominated the space. Inside the cube was a coffin where Able hadn't come out since the D4C incident. Suddenly, the coffin creaked open, and Able stepped out of the cube.

"I'm back. About damn time."

"Oye, swordsman!" 

Able turned to his right and saw Kraft Work standing there with his arms crossed.

"Who are you?"

"Does it matter? Now look, my boss knows the location of your brother," Kraft Work said, pulling out a map. "And he wrote it down here. Take the underground parking lot and exit Site-17 easily."

Kraft Work tossed the map to Able, who caught it and studied the location marked on it. It wasn't too far.

"Why are you doing this?" Able asked.

"Because my boss and I don't want more Keters on our backs while we're in this site, so I suggest qccepting this, otherwise you might lose your one shot at annihilating your brother, who reduced you to... this."

Able glanced at the map, then back at Kraft Work, before walking past him.

"Once I'm done with Cain, I'll kill you and the rest of the pathetic mortals on this planet."

"We'll be waiting for you then," Kraft Work replied.

Able exited the containment chamber, and Kraft Work left soon after.

"That's one troublemaker off our backs for now," he muttered.

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SCP-953, who Rodeo had demolished back in Chicago, struggled to walk out of her infirmary ward room. She was wrapped in bandages from head to toe like a mummy since her injuries were still severe, and her bones still partially broken from the last fight. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't keep herself standing.

"Walk, damn it! This is my chance to escape!"

She collapsed onto the floor and her broken bones cracked painfully, causing her to scream in agony.

"AHHHHHH!!"

Her scream died down as she noticed a Super Soldat standing at her ward room door, staring at her.

"?"

"Please, can you help me out? I'll give you something in return," 953 said in a manipulative manner.

The Super Soldat responded by punching her face to the floor, knocking her out. He then grabbed her by the head and dragged her into a dark aether portal.

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SCP-049 sat in his containment chamber, bound to a wheelchair with bandages covering various parts of his body ever since the pain train from his encounter with Rodeo months ago which still lingered. He wanted to escape given the opportunity he had but with his injuries and wheelchair he can't go far. 

He sighed, "Well, I'll be stuck here for eternity."

Suddenly, the wall to his right exploded, revealing a Super Soldat with a certain white porcelain mask attached to its face. This mask attached to the Super Soldat's face was SCP-035.

"How the fuck are ya, old friend?"

"Delightfully perfect, with broken bones in every part of my body and stuck to a wheelchair, unlike you."

"Well, you win some, you lose a few hundred, I guess," 035 laughed. "Since it's our lucky day, we'll get out of here together!"

"...Very well then."

035 pushed 049's wheelchair for him, heading out in search of an exit.

"You better not backstab me again," 049 warned.

"That was just one time to get us out of a tight spot," 035 replied.

"Right..."