The two were up bright and early that morning. Misha was enjoying his new loincloth. It felt good to have some level of modesty. Ritch shot some fish for them to eat, Ritch would gag from his, and little Misha would practically scarf down all of his. Later that afternoon, Misha felt something to be... off. "Something doesn't feel right." he said. "Well, what do you mean?" "I don't think that we're alone." "I don't hear anything." "I know. I just get this feeling. This... sensation." He hesitated for a minute, then said "I think there's someone that way. The two decided to investigate as discreetly as possible.

They came to find an M.T.F. van and four Mobile Task Force troopers. "Wow, Mish'!" Ritch whispered, "You were right on the spot! Do you have telepathy or something?" "I don't know." Misha whispered back, "What do we do about them?" Just then, one of the soldiers said "I'm definitely getting abnormal canine and avian life signs up there!" "Alright, let's bust 'em!" another said. But before any of them could properly act what looked like light-blue, sci-fi-esque laser blasts stunned and knocked out the M.T.F. troopers in an instant. Then, a robotic voice said "You can come out now. I have no intention to oppose you." The two got up from behind the hill and were met with a robot holding an energy rifle. "SCP-8000?" said Ritch, "What are you doing?" "Dr. Ran. I was told about O5's true nature by someone. That someone also asked me to help you. They claimed to be the original O5-1." Misha spoke up "I was messaged by him too! Do you know where he is." "Sadly, no. It is likely that he wishes to keep his location a secret to avoid risk of detection. But I am doing the best that I can to find him. I suppose you would want to aid me?" "Very well." said Ritch, "Let's take the truck. We'll cover more ground that way." So the trio took the truck, and made their way through the woods; determined to find the true O5-1...

TO BE CONTINUED...

SCP-6000 is an SCP character created by me.