Hey guys. Yeah, I know... It's been ＯｖＥｒ　Ａ　ｙＥａＲ since my last Misha chapter, but thanks to Victor Tanzig's new SCPs of Sodor series, I've finally gotten back into SCP. So let's go.



They arrived at the undisclosed location where the facility was supposed to be and were met only with what looked like an abandoned shack. "Well... where is it?" asked Misha, confused, "All I see is that old shed." "It is likely that the structure is actually a threshold and the actual facility is underground." said 8000. "Oh." said Misha, "Smart." They entered the shack and 8000 scanned for anything that might be an entrance mechanism. He found a pressure plate on the wall and it opened a door leading down a long set of stairs. It was dark at first, but then lights began turning on one by one down the metal corridors. "Let's go then." said Ritch.

After coming to the end of the stairs, they were again met with darkness but then lights turned on revealing a giant room the size of a huge air hangar surrounded by computers and servers. "Woah." said Misha, "What is this place?" "I think..." said Ritch, "I think it's the Foundation's old data facility. This place was abandoned years ago!" 8000 pointed to the center of the room, "That must be the central terminal." he said. They accessed it and made their way out of the facility.

By the time they reached the outside however, they were greeted by yet another Foundation squad. And leading them was a well-known and hated member. One with a private-eye-style hat, cowboy vibes, and a shotgun. "Afternoon." He said in his distinctive southern accent, "Ah trust ah ain't... interruptin' anythin'..." "Alto Clef." said 8000, "Who?" asked Misha. "One of the Foundation's more well-known members," replied Ritch, "and one of its most hated. HE treats almost every SCP in existence like dirt, even the Safe ones." "An' fer good reason. Now, ah suggest you two an' yer lil' pet turn yerselves in. Else y'all'll be in fer a motherhubber of a-" " Are you SURE you wanna do that, Cleffy?" said an approaching voice interrupting them. They looked to see that the voice belonged to Dr. Jack Bright, also a well-known member. "Well, well, well. If it ain't the the only prankster in the entire Foundation. Jack Bright. Ah assume you've gone rouge?" "Essentially, yeah. But only after I learned the truth." "What truth?" asked Clef. "Oh, y'know," said Bright, "the fact that the O-5 Council is really made up of evil genetically engineered beings, and is actually bent on world domination. You knoooooooow..." At this, the M.T.F. soldiers were confused. It was at this that Clef shot all the members of his squad for hearing this, then opened fire on the newly-formed quartet. Bright shielded them with his immortality necklace, also known as SCP-963. He approached further and further until he whipped out his Foundation-issue baton and knocked out the hick-accented attacker. He then withdrew it and turned to the other three. "Hope you guys don't mind if I tag along." 8000 sighed. He didn't exactly like Dr. Bright too much. Mainly because of the routine mischief he made. "I suppose." So the four got into the APC and headed for the coordinates.

Later, Clef debriefed with the evil O5-1... He was NOT happy. "-an' they got away." "You know I do not tolerate failure, Clef." "Ah swear, it won' happen again." "I'm sure. Feed him to one of the SCP-939 packs." Clef started screaming "no: out loud several times before he was silenced.

TO BE CONTINUED...

SCP-8000 is an SCP character created by me.