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His name was Elijah Hart; he was a 6 foot tall young man around the age of 28. He has tan skin that is covered with scars, his shoulder-length messy white hair was tied in a ponytail and he has a pair of dark blue eyes. He was good to others; a very friendly fellow to everyone. For his positive charisma, everyone adored him until [redacted]
Elijah Hart was accused and was eventually punished for a crime of [redacted] he have never commit.
His fate was sealed.
Elijah expected that he will forever rot in a prison house rather than.. been taken to somewhere even more peculiar. Now he is standing in row with other prisoners while clad in an orange jumpsuit. There are security guards, fully clad in dark armor, pointing their guns at them: wrong move and those guards won't hesitate to shoot one of them like the unlucky guy on the floor just right infront of Elijah.
Elijah never feared for his life until now, and the courage he once had was no longer there. He grimly stared down at the corpse that stared back at him with those wide silver eyes and bleeding mouth.
His real name was no longer be in use as if no it was longer exists, and he will be always and only refered as D-0129. He was assigned a task for SCP 9002: The House, the Oven and the Witch.
D-0129 scoffed at the word 'assigned' because as far as he knew, he wasn't assigned, he was punished on a death row and he had no choice. D-0129 wanted to vent, he wanted to scream, anything to release his anger and frustration. But he could only lay hopelessly on the plain mattress inside a claustrophobic room. He gripped the top of his shirt as he recalled that painful memory.
"I didn't do it!" He pleaded and pleaded the court, his friends, family- anyone; hoping they have the heart to believe him, but they all look down upon him with those soulless eyes.
Chill caught on the back of his throat, and his ears rang. His mind started to ache, not because of the feeling of betrayal and hurt but because of how his vision started to blur drastically and the faces of the people around him morphed into something horrid.
He woke up with cold sweats, and he shifted his gaze at the empty wall. He was confused at first, tired even. And then, he remembered.
Ah.. right.
Tomorrow, he will die lonely, and with a horrible reputation.
He was sure of it.
After all, life is cruel.
D-0129 wept silently on his bed and his arms wrapped around his body just to find that warmth and comfort he already have lost.
D-0129 got himself a visitor. He watched the doors slid open with a steaming noise, and he was quietly greeted by two security guards who are still fully armored. His reflection on their helmets' screen stared back at him. Then there was a young man in a white lab coat. His skin was fair, with short white hair and his pair of blue eyes have lighter shade behind those spectacles. The new staff jolted by the loud hiss behind him. He turned around only to see the doors already shut. Then he proceed to sit on a stool he had brought with him, and then he faced D-0129 who was sitting on the bed in a rather sulky manner.
"Hello!" He squinted his eyes to read the document around his hand, adjusting his pair of glasses. "D-0129?"
D-0129 refused to answer.
"Uhm, well," the new staff went on awkwardly, "Aren't you a shy one..?"
"I'm Dr. Fussel Dee- huh?" The doctor froze in his sentence when he saw D-0129 started to snicker.
Dr. Dee asked with a frown on his face, "What's so funny?"
"Your name.." D-0129 sighed as he lazily leaned his back against the cold wall, "sounds funny, it's cute."
It made the doctor's face flushed red.
"N- no time for teasing, will you..!?" He muttered halfheartedly.
D-0129 chuckled in amusement but then froze when he spotted the guards that stood beside the doctor. He glanced away with a dark scowl as he mumbled an apology. Dr. Dee blinked and then glanced back and forth between D-0129 and the guards.
"Oh! There's nothing to worry about," Dr. Dee quickly reassured D-0129, "they're not just gonna shoot you for that, especially that I don't allow them such actions."
"Why are you here, Doctor?"
"Well.." Dr. Dee nervously smiled. "I'm here to assist and inform you about SCP 9002."
"Right.." D-0129 deadpanned, "The Witch and her stuff?"
Dr. Dee nodded in confirm.
It was already stressing D-0129. For him, it's hard to believe there are things such as the Witch and that there is a secret government investigating such strange case.
"It's just hard to believe!" He groaned with a slouch.
"A literal witch? Really?"
Dr. Dee lowered down his document. He looked quite anxious.
"I know it's hard to believe.." he tried to explain, "but it does exists, there are more things you will discover in this foundation."
D-0129 chuckled bitterly.
"If I survived."
Item: SCP 9002
Object Class: Euclid
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Description:
SCP 9002-1: The Witch's House was found located somewhere in Germany; the deepest part of the forest that has the reputation of people missing for days or even years. It is described to have walls that are made of biscuits with a smell of ginger, the door has the aesthetic of a peppermint and the rooftop is coated with white frosting. The staff have researched further about SCP 9002-1. This is what the staff have discovered from the house; SCP 9002-2: The Witch. SCP 9002-2 is a 8 foot tall female humanoid creature who is heavy weight with dark green skin and is dressed in old rag clothes. Just like a witch in children's book, SCP 9002-2 has red enraged eyes and long nose with a huge pimple on the tip and even has a pointy hat at the top of her head. We have discovered that SCP 9002-2 will always target anyone; let it be children or adult, or even animals. However, human children are more easy target for SCP 9002-2 since children are more naive, craves sweets a lot more and lacks survival instinct compare to animals and older humans. We had summoned 3 D-class subjects to further investigate SCP 9002-1 and 2. They have been in the Witch's house for a night. On the next day, some of their remains were found [redacted]
"Shit.." D-0129's quavering hands gripped the copy. "I don't think I can do this.."
And yet, he continued reading the document.
-We review the tapes and one of them introduced SCP 9002-3: The Witch's oven. The tape shows how SCP 9002-2 treats her victims. She serviced them with 'delicious' treats and feigns kindness to gain her victims' trust. Once her victims got their guard down, she [redacted] them and baked them to the oven. We cannot yet confirm the results because the recordings have failed to show clearer details after D-0116 had drop the camera. Furthermore, we have come to conclusion that we must continue investigate SCP 9002 at all cost.
D-0129 clicked his tongue.
"Mother fuckers still not satisfied with the result after all that.."
He stared at the tiled floor.
"And I'm assigned for this?" He muttered grimly, "Eh, could have been worst."
He was all alone in the cell again. He placed the paper on the sheet and rubbed his temples. Suddenly, he yelled in rage and swiftly punched the wall; fracturing the bones in his fist. Thus, he howled as he rolled across the tiled floor. After Dr. Dee decided to pay D-0129 another visit, he did not hesitate to call for medic.
"What did the wall even do to you?" Dr. Dee grumbled, and D-0129 could only sheepishly grin.
"Sorry, Doc." he grimaced by the stinging pain on his fist that is fully wrapped in bandage.
"Hey!" Dr. Dee chastised in worry, "Careful will you?"
D-0129 couldn't quite understand the kindness from this doctor. Surely, this doctor have read his crimes from some document. And yet, this doctor expressed nothing but kindness. D-0129 allowed it, he doubt that he will be able to see another light of the day so accepting one act of kindness from someone is something he needs.
He muttered softly, "Thanks.."
Apparently, D-0129 was not the only prisoner inside the truck with the guards. He was sitting between two prisoners who seem to be even more intimidating. Three of them got their hands cuffed, plus the guards' guns threatening their life. D-0129 observed them quietly; the prisoner on his left has greasy pink hair almost hiding those heavy sky blue eyes, this prisoner has a stoic look on his face and D-0129 was sure this is the type not to bother. This prisoner looked like a ticking time bomb, especially those nerves bulging on their face. The other prisoner on his right was taller, a woman perhaps, and has tan complexion on those muscular skin. She has flaming red hair and a bandana with a skull symbol around her collar. Across the other prisoner's face was a scar deeper than D-0129's healed cuts.
D-0129 wasn't sure if he should feel more relief that he's not alone or be more worried that he has companions such as these people.
'What was their code name again?'
He couldn't just lean in and check the name tags on their chest without the risk of them getting upset and possibly beating him to a pulp.
'The pink haired one was D-0518, right?' He stared at the ground nervously, 'and this red woman was D-0218 I assumed?'
Either way, he decided to be grateful that he's not alone.
They were dropped in the middle of the woods, their hands no longer cuffed, and each of them has a camera attached to their shirt. D-0129 scanned around the area; it was dark and silent with mist coating the ground and the trees glaring upon them. D-0518 rubbed his hands, grumbling about how the place is cold. He was proven right when chill escaped from his lips.
"D-0129, Can you hear me?" D-0129 almost jumped by the static voice from the camera.
"D-0129?"
"Dr. Dee?" D-0129 spoke up reluctantly, "Is that you? Uh, yeah, I can hear you."
D-0129 heard D-218's voice for the first time, "Pfft, Dr. Dee..!"
They listened to the irritated groan from the camera, and the static voice continued lecturing them, "I am here to guide you three, and it is important that each of you have seperated camera just incase you three got seperated by whatever reasons."
D-0518 scoffed, and he sneered, at the camera; at the doctor, "As if you do any help."
"I will do anything to help." Dr. Dee insisted, grabbing the mic as he watched the screen. "I will help, I will do my best that you three will survive and at the same time get a better result of the investigation."
"And what freaky shit are we up to?"
"Pardon?"
"You heard me," D-0218 barked, "You drop us into this woods right now. What is the assignment?"
Dr. Dee sighed. "Did you even listened to my lecture back when I paid your room a visit?"
"Eh?" D-0218 shrugged.
Not only it annoyed Dr. Dee, but D-0518 as well.
"Jesus christ, woman-" D-0518 chided, "do you want to die that easily?"
D-0218 spat, "I wouldn't be asking this nerd right now if I want to, you little brat!"
She gritted her razor teeth at him, threatening to bite their head off. D-0518, however, was not fazed by her threat because his anger was focus on something else.
"Little brat!?" D-0518 growled, his face morphed that anyone could considered as rage. "Speak to yourself, old hag!"
The two proceed to snarl at each other like rapid dogs, their foreheads collided against each other and they glared in electrifying rivalry. D-0129 had to pull them away from each other to reduce more conflict.
"You two, focus on the task." He told them, "We have Dr. Dee guiding us anyway."
"Hmm~ exactly!" Dr. Dee nodded at the screen. "Keep your guard up, we may never when will the Witch's house appear."
"Can we prefer it not to appear..?" D-0518 deadpanned.
Then D-0218 grinned like a maniac. "Heh, if the Witch give me the choice to survive, I'll sacrifice you to the witch!"
D-0518 clicked his tongue. "Let's see who does it first."
'This is gonna be difficult than I thought.' D-0129 sighed tiredly.
He shivered, he felt something crawling on his back and at the back of his ear, someone is whispering for his name. He slowly turned around, and he followed the trail of the whisper.
He froze on his track when he stared at the huge gingerbread house in disbelief.
"Guys?" He called for them which caused the two to stop bicker.
"W- what the?" D-0518 spoke in the same manner as he stared at the peppermint door. "Is this for real?"
D-0218 cackled in excitement.
She exclaimed, "FREE TREATS!"
And then suddenly, a warning from the doctor, "STOP!! Do not eat anything from this house, we can't be sure what it's actually made of."
"Pfft..! It's just made of candy!"
"What if it's not-?"
They froze when they heard a creak from the peppermint door. The door was swung open but the 3 prisoners couldn't see anything behind the open door; as if they were staring at a void. Suddenly, a muffling footsteps approached closer behind the void, and then a pretty woman in an apron dress revealed herself by the open door.
"Oh, why hello there!" She greeted delightfully, "Are you lost?"
They only stared at her in dumbfounded manner, her beauty was so alluring for them to even say anything.
"You poor things must be so cold staying outside longer! Come! Let me warm you up and settle you some nice tea~!" She assured them inside her house.
None of the three complained nor find suspicion of this stranger's behavior.
Dr. Dee gaped at the static screen. He tried to call for them through the microphone but to no avail. There was no responses, and the static screen doesn't help so Dr. Dee started to feel anxious.
"We must inform others." Dr. Dee heard one of the staffs muttered firmly, "It seems SCP 9002 isn't going to go easy on us."
"Fussel, hurry up. Gather all the documents and follow me." Said the strict feminine voice behind him.
Dr. Dee hurriedly gathered all the documents and tried his best to keep up with the older staffs who were leaving the office.
"Fussel, you close the door."
"Yes, Dr. Moriondo!"
When his hand gripped around the doorknob, he lifted his gaze at the bright static screen.
'Please, survive!' his mind pleaded, 'Please!'
He pulled the door shut.