Newscapepro SCP Rewrite Season 2: Watched by a Hawk
“Hoop, I really don’t see why I gotta do this,” Cory, as was his usual mood while being made to do something when he would rather be sitting around eating double his body weight complained. “I can hit most of my shots, y’know? And it’s usually Scott with his cool HID thingy that does most of the work,”
“That ain’t no excuse to skimp out on firearm trainin’,” Hooper shook his head in abject disappointment as he basically dragged the private through the halls of the facility. “I saw ya miss about 18 shots on those tentacles back there in a row. You need to get your aim down pat,”
“Jeez, no need to remind me,” Cory grumbled and pouted under his breath. “But do we really have to do it now? I was gonna have the best nap ever, and then play with The Tickle Monster!”
“You can do that later,” Hooper said as the two men entered the firing range. It was a large, wooden room with two halves separated by a wall with a bunch of large openings for someone to shoot through, on the other side was a line of targets, all of which were painted to look like various creatures and Skips, mainly instances of 008.
There were a few other MTF in there, all standing around, aiming and shooting their guns into the targets. Hooper handed Cory an assault rifle and motioned towards the wall.
“Now, aim for the zombie and take your best shot at it,”
Cory let in a deep breath and let out a shallow one. “Alright, I can do this. I’ve been shooting things since I first got here, I can do this,” Cory hyped himself up as he walked towards one of the openings in the wall. He readied himself, held the gun with both hands, aimed at the target and then-
BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG…
…
“Uhhh, three out of twenty’s fine, right?” Cory looked around the entire firing range, he saw a couple guards let out a snicker. Hooper glared at them, and they quickly went back to what they were doing. Hooper then put his hand on Cory’s shoulder. “It ain’t, Cory,”
“Awww…” Cory pouted.
“Now, lemme help ya,” Hooper said as he put his hands on the Private, causing the camera faced man to blush as the Corporal moved his arms around-
“Now, move your hand hear, grip the barrel like this,” Hooper said as he bent down to guide Cory’s legs. “Stand like this, so the recoil don’t completely fuck up your grip,”
“Y-Yeah, yeah mhm…” Cory mumbled and nodded energetically as Hooper continued to help him stance himself properly… and though he couldn’t tell, Hooper was also blushing.
“There,” The Corporal stepped back. “Now keep your aim steady, and hit the target,”
Cory nodded, and tried once again…
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
“…Well, ya did better than last time,” Hooper shrugged.
“Hell yeah!” Cory cheered. “Eleven outta twenty, that’s above half, an almost passing grade!”
“I got a feelin’ you’re used to those,” Hooper chuckled, Cory gasped in shock and pouted.
“Ugh, you’re such a meanie, I’m gonna go play with 999,” Cory crossed his arms as he stomped out of the firing range. “Bye Hoop!”
Hooper sighed, then let out a small chuckle. “See ya, Cor,”
And Cory proceeded to do just that, or, he would’ve if the hallways of this stupid facility weren’t so dumb and confusing. So dumb and confusing that Cory ended up going in the complete wrong direction and bumping straight into-
“Oh jeez, sorry for bumping into you, Dr. P,” Cory groaned in pain as he crashed into the frail old man… okay well maybe not frail, but he was still pretty old.
“You should be, you’ve been working here for at least six months!” Dr. Patience yelped. “What were you doing here anyway? I thought you’d be eating lunch by now,”
“Well… I was gonna, but I decided that playing with the Tickle Monster was more important!” Cory put his hands on his hips and nodded proudly. “So I was gonna go to his room,”
“Oh, he’s not in his containment chamber right now,” Dr. Patience explained, Cory’s face dropped for a moment. “I was doing an experiment on him, I wanted to see how he’d react to the consumption of a carbonated drink, like this Pepsi,” The scientist said as he pulled out the glass bottle of the carbonated drink from his pocket.
“Would that much sugar be good for him?”
“His diet consists entirely of candy!” Dr. Patience exclaimed. “I’m more curious to see how he reacts to the carbonation,”
“So is he in your lab?” Cory asked, not acknowledging a word of what Patience just said.
The doctor sighed. “Yes, Cory, he’s in my lab. You can play with him once my experiment is done,”
“Yay!” Cory cheered, throwing up his arms. Cory then proceeded to bolt down the halls and towards Dr. Patience’s lab. The doctor sighed and elected to walk towards his lab like a normal person…
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“What’s going on here!?”
That’s the first thing Dr. Patience heard as he entered his own lab, Cory yelling at the two guards very roughly picking up SCP 999. He then saw an aged, sickly Flooper, barely standing on his own two legs being supported by Otis, looking at the blob of orange slime hatefully.
“Yeah, I’m about to do an experiment on that Skip, why are you taking it?” Patience yelped.
“Because this Foundation has been falling apart for too long!” Otis shouted. “And Flooper over here is not in any state to lead it,” He grimaced at the old man, barely holding it together.
“Falling apart? This place is pretty stable last I checked-”
Otis interrupted Cory with a shout. “Nein! Anomalies like this… creature have been allowed to wander freely amongst us humans for years. It’s a danger to the very core of this organisation!”
“He’s harmless,” Cory shrugged, looking concernedly at the blob of orange slime, who let out a saddened cooing sound.
“One day it won’t be,” Otis grimaced. “We should be containing these things,”
“We are, but we’re also meant to be protecting them!” Dr. Patience let out another yelp. “Cory’s right, 999 hasn’t hurt a fly since he got here,”
“You’ve been letting these anomalies run rampant too, your ‘assistant’ will be decommissioned once I assume my role as Site Director here,” Otis grimaced as he stared down at the person made of Lego™ bricks, standing near a drawer looking like he had just been caught trying to hide. “You’re lucky we don’t demote you to a D-Class for letting this thing run loose!”
“What!? Bricky’s been nothing but helpful-”
“And another thing, we’ve been letting an anomaly run in the outside world for far too long,” Otis grimaced.
Cory shook his head. “You’re going crazy, Otis, who are you even talking about-”
“You! You are an anomaly. Your camera face is a threat to the entire fabric of the world!” Otis yelled. “Guards, keep him here while I find a containment cell for it. Dr. Patience, leave and get back to work!”
The security guards pointed their guns at Cory, who held his hands up in surrender.
“Wh-What…?”
