Some things
So, for those of you few people who follow me, what most of you do not know is that I am an avid writer. Writing is a passion. And because of that, I would like to show to you all my latest project. This is still in the beginning stages, and its terrifying to post it on here, because I'm never sure how people will react. Anxiety issues, who knew, right?
Based off the Secure, Contain, Protect series, mixed with my book that I'm working on with a close and dear friend of mine, I present to you this:
SCP- Wingdings Breach
Seth yawned as he rolled out of bed. He hated waking up early. What was the point of being up before the sun? It’s illogical; it’s waste of good time that could be spent sleeping. He opened his eyes and turned to the side to see a sword leaning against his desk. Which was weird, because Seth didn’t remember taking a weapon to bed, that was generally TOP’s area. The sword was cased in a black sheathe, the handle was plain, as was the pommel and the guard. All in all, it was singularly unimpressive. However, there was a feeling about it that was encompassing.
Seth threw his legs out of the bed. He shivered. Dang, it was cold. There was so much metal here, it is not warm like his castle at home. He threw on some socks and his boots, dressed up for another semi-cold day in deep space on a large self-sustaining space station. He hated this too. No sun, no real luxuries. Just living in space is a lot of stress on someone. There was so much stuff going on, and so many things that could go wrong, it was not even funny. And not even Seth could predict what was going happen next.
Out in the cold, deep vastness of space, something was brewing. At first it was just a thought. A dark, evil thought. A thought so full of vileness and hatred, it become tangible. Over time, that one tangible thought became a mass of tangible thoughts. That mass of thoughts eventually took form in the shape. This shape was a pulsating, diabolical being, whose name was given to it by the universe itself when it took form: Escuros Pensamentos.
Escper, as the being had come to call itself for the casual times, had a plan. It would find the source of light in this deep space, and it would crush the source. True darkness would rule, the mere pinprick of light would be extinguished by the encompassing power of darkness. Escper found himself a box floating in the vast blackness of deep space. It was a large box, an excellent sign for Escper. Escper forced the box and stared inside intently. An evil grin flew upon Escper’s face. This is how it would happen; this is how the light would go out.
TOP opened his eyes and saw it was dark. He gave a sigh of relief. Darkness was comforting, darkness was calming, and most of all darkness was relaxing. There was a sense in the darkness that just kind of let TOP take his mind off the world for a while. This was weird, because there was normally one source of light in his room, but he didn’t really mind. His web of nanobots stretched all throughout the space station, constantly bringing in information. Seth was up, and his slightly elevated heartbeat meant something wasn’t quite right. It wasn’t a serious problem, so there was no need to get involved. TOP stood up and stretched his tired muscles. Sometimes this space living was so annoying. He took two steps forward and hit what seemed to be a large cube made of a solid black material that blended perfectly with the room. TOP wasn’t startled, merely puzzled. It hadn’t shown on the scans, nor had it tripped any alarms. Strange substance. TOP constructed a cage around the box and left his room.
Deep inside the box, something stirred. It sensed a being of immense power walking away. It might be time to wake up and play.
