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Team 10: Dr. Faust, Dr. Ainsworth(?), O4-8 (?)

First Arc: The end, but also a new Beginning

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Team [10] : Faust, ?


Two hours before the fall of DE38.

"You're sure you really want to come?" Tara Singh, team leader of MTF DE38-ℜ, looked grimly at her opponent.
"Of course, I don't want to just work as an armchair farter while they have so much fun" Dr. Stephan Faust, one of the leading researchers in the field of occult and artifact SCP (certainly at his Side), tried to get his utensils into the small backpack, which seemed smaller every time he used it.
"You didn't usually come with me either. Why now" The soldier did not like looking after an adventurous Scientist. "And don't you have work to do in Side DE38?"
"The reason I'm even stubborn to come with you is because all the SCPs decided this morning not to screw up for the next two or three days."
Tara looked through the assertion, but she also knew that it wasn't so bad to take Faust with them.
"You obey me, are we clear? No researcher bunkum."
"Roger, Headmistress Singh " Faust saluted what only made the leader roll her eyes.
The alarm sounded, which everyone feared. The alarm that should never sound. Never.

Twenty Minutes after the Fall of DE38

Dr. Faust groaned and coughed.

The bunker had intercepted a lot, but it had to be huge that it had even felt strong inside.

When he considered himself capable of focusing on his senses, he rose to his feet. They were gracious enough to carry him. He tries to open his glued eyes.

Dark… Twilight… Schemes… a Door.

…one Step…

…second Step…

…third Step…

… Reached.

With a force that was usually low, he trembled against it, but the door remained firm. His efforts were rewarded with a squeaking-crunching-screech of the door. He almost fell, as the door opened in relieved. It had reached its limits and now it felt its last task: to open.

Light forced into the chamber like an explosion. „ah…" escaped his dry mouth.
He was blind for a terribly long moment.
God, the Gods, Mother Nature, Whatever, was gracious enough not to take his sight for a long time. He lowered his protective hands.

„No…?“, Was the only thing that brooked the silence.
The world, the corridor, the sector he knew was no more. In its place was a labyrinth of rocks and rubble. But what worried him more was the silence and the dusty corpse of a young woman. Stephan Faust was not squeamish, but this dead person, who looked like she was sleeping peacefully, sat him up.
He overcame that feeling and went to him. It was regulation and as long as he didn't know where and when he was here, it helped him to fight his insecurity.

As soon as he had removed his hands from his eyes, he had noticed the distortion of the room. He thought that he had seen and felt feathers and bird claws at his Hands. The estimated three meters were significantly longer. Each step was to run through a tough crowd, but at the same time it disappeared more and more.

The person was an assistant researcher who was recently sent to location DE38. Her eyes were closed and she even had a oblique smile. Seated on the side, something entwined. A backpack or a bag, it was not identifiable.
Stephan Faust wanted to feel for a pulse.

He paused. Had a dust cloud risen? Without thinking, he put his ear to the motionless body. Life?
"Are you still alive?"

The woman's eyes opened.
"Good evening, Mr… Faust,"
Faust was happy. At least something less depressing. But something told him that this was not the case.
„I'll get help quickly“, Stephan Faust completely forgot where he was.

„No!“, Dr. Faust's arm was grabbed by a surprisingly strong hand. „Go, take the backpack“
„And you?“
"I am neither dead nor alive. I don't know what anomaly it is, but it feels like shit. I know you certainly don't remember me, but go! Let me 'die'…“
With trembling hands she pressed the backpack into his hand. Dr. Faust still hesitated.
"I know who you are: You are Alilia Baumma, future medical researcher. I won't forget her, I swear!"
The dying woman smiled and closed her eyes.

Stephan Faust climbed over the pile of stones.
The backpack contained provisions, a compass, a blue print of the sector, a rope with snap hooks and binoculars, like a flashlight plus four rounds of charge in the form of batteries.

In the security chamber, no one had been. In the chamber he found a fire ax and a 'first aid kit'. The latter was broad, with a pocketknife, a small pharmacy and a few objects that looked suspiciously abnormal. But he was happy. As long as it helped him survive.
Oh, and he found a mobile phone number too. That made him smile.

Where were all gone? Alone in the sub sectors swarmed around 300 people. But didn't found corpses or other remains. Even the 'freezer boxes', in which they were put into a cybernetic sleep, were empty. Even the debris was too fresh in a way.
What is as destructive as a natural disaster, but as selective as a reality bow?

He looked at the map. He could reach the control center, but it was not certain he was combing through. He was peering over the edge. Already free, then he could already try it.

He looked at his hand and watch at the wrist. After the watch, only 20 minutes had passed since he last heard the alarm, but everything looked older. Just that the two clock's hands were shaking told him it was a paradox.
In order not to endure the silence, he had been talking to himself for some time.
„Are we in a time bubble?“, He asked the clock.
The hands were silent.
„If you would answer me, at least it would tell me that here are reality bender. Or that I'm going crazy“ A small coughing laugh escaped his mouth.

As Faust trudged forward, he was racking his brains. He was missing much of his memory, except for the part he'd probably been into in a freezer box. It worried him, though he knew that was normal in the Foundation. Amnestica showers here, (anti)memetic effect there, memory-influencing life forms, but always there was this person or just information that said what to do or what had happened. Okay, not always, but often according to SCP standards. If not, the O5 Council once again maltreated the Rebut button.
He made his way again. His flashlight beam showed a pretty clear path. Maybe Ragnarok had not been so thorough and spared some places. Maybe.
After the map he should soon come to a fork. He checked. Yes, ten meters at 12 o'clock.
He walked enthusiastically … he was right at the intersection.
A shadow came around the corner, long and thin.
„A SCP!“, ran through his head.

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