A man in white coat was sitting outside his house. Enjoying a hot coffee in a cold night, tonight was one of his free time from work.
And he was going to spend it gazing at the stars.
'beautiful.' he thought. 'perhaps she would like it if I gift her a big stuffy bear. Yeah, she'd like that.'
He drank his coffee, and when he was about to go in and refill the mug, a green light dot appeared in the sky. There was no green in the stars, if he'd remember correctly.
'Is a comet passing?' he thought. 'I should make a wish.'
The man stared and waited for it to pass by, and seeing its trail would be a nice view.
It got bigger. Then bigger. To the point it got so big the man was suspecting something was wrong with the green dot. He went back to his house, rummaged through his closet and took some binoculars. He sped through his hallway and outside.
He was shocked when he came outside the porch, he didn't need to use the binoculars to see the comet.
It was clear that the comet would crash on earth, and nearby too. It was glowing in green fire, and it was fast approaching. If he guessed right, it would be in the atmosphere by now and would crash near the forest.
He went back in, grabbed a radio in the table and turned it on.
"This is Shaw, There's a green meteor in the sky about to land nearby in my location. I repeat, its going to land!"
"I hear you clear, Shaw. We were already notified when the meteor appeared in our systems. We've already dispatched some MTF on your location."
"That's good to hear." Then he added, "how much damage will the meteor cause?"
"With it's speed and size, could probably be minimal. But please, stay clear of it's sight. We detected life signal coming from the meteor."
"Roger."
The radio turned off as shaw put the radio down. He stared at his window and saw the meteor's green light shading the sky with pale green. The stars were behind it, but he could barely make them out. Some people are going to see it crash, and a lot of amnestics would be distributed after this.
He went out, sat down at his chair on the porch and pondered.
'Somehow, I'm not off to a great day-off.'
Shaw spent the few minutes drinking and thinking, thinking a new SCP might have landed. And if that's the case, he hoped it wouldn't go on a rampage.
He heard a voice behind him that surprised him greatly.
"Dr. Shaw." A manly voice said. "I'll leave some of my men here to call for backup. I hope you don't mind."
"I don't." He replied, his wife and child was sleeping upstairs, and if he did mind, his wife might wake up and ask why he would let such people stay out in the cold. "Tell them to keep it quiet, my wife and child is sleeping upstairs."
The MTF nodded. He turned on his radio and spoke which Shaw couldn't hear.
Soon a bunch of M113 came behind his house and went ahead. Shaw was uncomfortable, but he had no choice but to stay silent.
"Sorry for the noise, Doc." The MTF said.
"Just go." He replied.
The MTF signaled for the rest of the people on ground and climbed on a M113, it followed the rest into the dark forest where the asteroid landed.
The vehicles disappeared into the trees, and he went back inside his house. Four men was sitting on his couch.
One of them smiled and waved.
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Part 2. The Lich
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"Agent Milo, and Agent Rigby, Hop off here and follow us from behind." The MTF's commander said through everyone's radios.
An M113 stopped and two people hopped off. The commander spoke again in their radio as the rest of the M113 went ahead.
"If things get heavy for us, suppprt he guys in the front."
"Affirmative Commander." Replied a feminine voice, this is Agent Milo.
The M113 droved ahead with a man popping out the top and giving a smile with a salute. His face had a wide scar and tough nose.
Agent Milo and Rigby went to the right of the platoon. On the way Rigby, a man, commented how beautiful she was.
"We're just friends Rigby." She said casually.
"I'm not talking about you." He snorted, "I'm talking about your rifle. She's a nice hottie."
Milo gripped her rifle tightly and held it close to her.
"You're not touching her, over my dead body."
Rigby laughed, "Not now maybe."
They were closely following behind, and soon they saw a black smoke rising in the sky behind the leaves of the trees. It was obvious they were getting closer.
Their commander resounded in their radio.
"Wolf, and charlie, up front. Alpa, cut the corners and prepare Sara[1]."
A bunch of voice replied in unison. "Sir!"
Two M113 stopped, three of the men hopped out and one stayed on the gunner. Another M113 stopped and all it's squad separated. They were carrying a cylinder type object with a red button on top and tripod underneath.
Wolf squad and alpha were forming a straight line, they turned on their spectral goggles and found no reality bending entity, they switched to night vision.
Soon they were closing in on the meteorite and the ground and flowers, grass were charred like coal. They crunched from their footsteps. And soon, they spotted a huge boulder. It was transparent, copper like, and had a tall strange skeletal figure inside.
"Commander, are you seeing this?" Said Wolf squad leader.
The commander was looking through a small tablet monitor, and replied.
"Yes. Approach with caution."
"Affirmative."
The alpa squad members had deployed their SRA's like a box around the meteorite.
The MTF's came close and nothing happened. Charlie commander looked at the skeletal figure with a torned cape and crown. He could see decayed gray flesh hanging off its mouth. It's eye sockets, had two green dots.
Somehow they all knew this thing inside was alive, but it was frozen. They felt glad.
"This thing is like seven feet tall, damn." An MTF said.
"Alright, I'll call in the extraction team. For now guard the area. And make sure nothing gets near it. I'm getting bad vibes from that thing."
The whole night passed without trouble. They carried the frozen skeleton thing inside a big truck and arrived at site-17 without issues.
They placed him in a massive containment cell that was two times taller than the skeleton. It required alot of process and security to guard the unknown entity.
…
Hassu witnessed it all, from the space and landing into the forest, he couldn't move and his eyes were stuck looking straight.
When the MTF's arrived he originally thought they were swat, seeing their insignia on their left shoulder made him doubt it.
When he was carried into the truck, he was in a room of darkness, occasional bumps and loud engine what kept him company for an hour.
Now here he is, a single light above him and four devices that looked familiar in the corners of the room.
There was a window on the top of door, he saw two scientist looking at him, discussing and another joined them.
'if I could mind control someone, I can probably get out of here.' he thought, 'But how…'
He waited inside the prism, and sometimes an individual with an orange outfit came in, touched the prism but nothing happened. Another would come in later wearing a hazmat and bringing a strange device. He couldn't hear them.
This kept happening for hours, and he was starting to get extremely bored. A lady behind the window was looking down at him, taking notes. No one was here at the moment.
'SCP foundation. So this is where I am. Being a cell lonely is really a depressing moment. I want to be damn FREE!'
Suddenly, the lady on the window started to panic, he went out of his sight and a man in a tactical attire came in, he knew well what that attire is, and he knew he was in the worst universe as well.
Hassu was subconsciously mind controlling the guard, he wanted freedom. And now, he was curiously looking at him.
The guard stopped in front of the prism.
Another guard came in, shouting:
"Jelly! What the hell are you doing? Get back here now!"
Jelly stood there motionless, the guard came up to him and slapped him.
"Ow! What the hell!" The guard replied.
"Are you mad? You could've breached this thing here and got us fucked!"
They left the containment with the other guard scolding him. The huge metal double door closed as it's machine roared.
Silence.
He was left all alone once again. He wondered what they were saying, he couldn't see through their helmet or mask. And for a couple of minutes he thought about it.