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CHAPTER ONE:

EVIEPOV:

I was at school when it happened, I didn’t even notice that anything was wrong at first. My class and I had been watching a movie in the class, on the projector screen, and I just thought it was quiet because people fell asleep. After all, the movie was boring. But I was wrong, even after the movie credits started to play, nobody moved, nobody said anything. So I spoke up, trying to get a response from someone, but no one replied. I got up and went to my closest classmate, a friend of mine, Jamie. I nudged her back with my hand, she felt stiff. I stiffen and move to check her pulse, there wasn’t one.

So I go and try my other friends and classmates and teacher, but they were all dead. Breathing heavily and trying not to freak out, I go and check other classrooms, maybe I'm just dreaming, or hallucinating? But after checking what felt like the whole school, I start to realise that maybe I'm not dreaming or hallucinating, maybe they are all dead. I cry upon that thought, rushing back to my classroom, to grab my phone and ring my parents, my brother or sister, anyone else, but nothing, all going straight to voicemail.

With shaking hands and blurred eyes from tears, I check any news sources on my phone, nothing was reported, but nothing had been updated either. So I check the live streaming of news, of anyone, and what I see are more dead bodies. This can't be happening, is everyone dead? Were there survivors of this mysterious event? Before I could do anything else, my brain catches up with what has seemingly happened and I start to heavily cry and sob.

What felt like hours, I got up from my curled up position on the floor and slowly gathered my things and left the school for home. I didn’t rush, I knew what was going to be awaiting me. I took in all of the dead bodies littering the shops and streets and that’s when I realise that there isn’t any smell of death, it was a warm day and they had been dead for hours. Why didn’t they smell? Were they not dead and just in a frozen state? But then why was all of the plant life dead? None of this made was making any sense to me, just what on earth had happened? And why was I seemingly the sole survivor?

When I got home, I saw my parents at the dining room table, mom slouched with her head back, dad with his head in his food, and I could feel the hysteria building again. Breathing heavily, I went to check on my siblings, my younger brother who was just a baby should be in his crib and my older brother was visiting from college.

I found my older brother in the living room, looking like he had gotten up from the couch and just happened to fall. I slowly made my way up the stairs to my little brothers' room, dreading what I will find, for what felt like it would be worse than any dead person I have seen yet. And I was right, he looked like he was just sleeping, but I knew better. I made my way over to him and with tears streaming down my face, I covered him up with his blanket with his favourite toy and shut the door behind me.

Heading to my room, I sat down on my bed, tears streaming down my face and staying silent, somehow thinking that if I was quiet I might hear someone crying for help, just hear someone make any sound. But of course, no one did, no one ever will again. I fell asleep crying and when I woke in the late morning the next day, I felt as though I had run out of tears.

I could have stayed in bed, maybe I should have, but I knew what I needed to do, what I should do for my family. I was going to bury them today, it was the least I could do for them after all. It took me a few hours to dig a grave for them and took me just as long to get them all outside. I had placed them side-by-side my two brothers in-between my parents as if to give them a sense of protection in the next life if there was one anyway.

When I was done burying them, I just sat there, watching over the grave in a blank state of mind, not thinking about anything but what happened. In the end, I guess it's all I could think about because when I was moving my parents, I also noticed that the food hadn’t looked off either, like the food itself was also frozen in this death state.

When night approached, I went inside, turning on all of the lights and putting on a movie for noise, it felt wrong being in the dark with no sound. It felt like if I was in the dark with no sound I would go crazy, because before this ‘event’, even on the quietest of nights, there was at least the sound of nocturnal bugs. It was just too quiet.

I didn’t sleep that night, how could I, it was too silent, but my mind was loud, all of what I had seen, what I could only imagine happened to the world. I had posted on all social media sites and forums that I was alive and asked if anyone else was if they knew what had happened. But I knew that I wouldn’t get a response from anyone, it was just wishful thinking.

When day broke, I got off the couch and went outside the front of my house and up the frame to sit on the roof, to watch the sunrise. At least there was that. It got me thinking about one of the SCP-001’s when day breaks, and how that even then, at least it wouldn’t be quiet, that I wouldn’t be alone, no matter how morbid the thinking was, it was a calming thought.

I was then thinking about a lot of SCP'S, SCP-999 the tickle monster, that gave me a happy feeling just thinking about him, SCP-049 and what he would do if he came across this universe and its deaths and so on, until an unnerving memory came forth and showed up, reminding me about SCP-2935, O, Death.

It made the hairs on my body stand up and a shiver ran down my spine. What happened here seemed exactly like what happened in the mirror dimension of SCP-2935 that every living thing just seemed to all drop dead at the Sam time, that there was no living thing that everything seemed frozen, not decaying. I quickly got the roof and went straight to my laptop and opened the SCP wiki page, finding SCP-2935 and reading it, seeing that what I was thinking was right, this had happened here, but was there an SCP foundation here? Or was there something similar, but then why would there be the SCP game and wiki, it seemed as though that would be a hassle to them if there was?

It didn’t take me long to decide what I was going to do next, I would pack food and water, my laptop and phone, a bunch of clothes and anything else I needed for surviving a very long road trip across America. I was going to Joppa, IN and along the way, seeing if any SCP foundation sites existed. I was going to where this so-called portal cave was and seeing if I could get through, but that also lead the thoughts to, what if whatever caused this ‘event’ follows like it seemingly did in the SCP universe. That death would follow.

But that didn’t stop me, I had decided that I would go there and see for myself, regardless of if death followed me. I just don’t want to be alone in the silence, maybe it wouldn’t follow, and maybe it wasn’t some sort of entity and just a virus or aliens.

I had packed the family car full of my things and provisions, it was an automatic car, and my older brother taught me how to drive on a farm years ago, so at least I wouldn’t crash. The car had enough fuel to get me to the next city on my trip, but I would fill up a bunch of cans with gas anyways, just in case the gas stations weren’t working. It was going to be a long trip, about 8 days or even longer with detours.

I left on the 3^rd day after the ‘event’, nothing had changed, no decaying, every living thing dead and still, so, so quiet. I was able to listen to music, and even hearing the GPS’s voice was a welcome, even if it was annoying before all of this happened.

It was on my second day of travel that I felt something, felt eyes on me, felt watched. Something was following me, but I wasn’t scared, I didn’t feel paranoid, I felt comfort. Comfort that I may not be the last being on this planet, even if it wasn’t friendly, maybe it would kill me and I wouldn’t have to worry anymore. Just having that feeling that I wasn’t alone made me feel happy, calm and even relieved. I couldn’t help but think that maybe it could be death following me, that it was an entity that caused all of this death.

In the following couple of days, I had taken documentation of what had happened, what I found, I even took pictures and unfortunately samples, because if I did somehow manage to find the portal or a foundation like the SCP, they would welcome it as some sort of Peace on my part. But what I didn’t document was that the feeling of being followed got closer and closer until I could see the being sitting in the seat next to me.

I wasn’t scared, I didn’t even flinch when I saw it there the first time, it was like the being was there the whole time, and maybe it was and only now I could see it. It just felt right that it was there next to me.

It was a big shadowy body like it was wearing a cloak made of shadows and even though I could see hands, they too were shadowy and they were thin, like bones. So this being was probably Death, or maybe it chose a form that I would recognise it as. It didn’t do anything the first day, it stayed in the car, even when I stopped at a hotel to sleep, but after that, it seemed to follow me everywhere, like the being itself didn’t want to be alone, or maybe it was just simply curious as to why and how I was still alive.

I started to talk to the being, just spouting off things about me and what I was thinking happened, or when watching a movie or show, adding little quips and comments, but it was when I was halfway to our final destination, we had detours, that the being had spoken, well, sort of spoken I think, I wasn’t sure if I was hearing it out loud, in my head or both. The first thing the being said to me wasn’t what I was expecting. It was just simply, “I am sorry.”

I had to stop the car when I heard it-him maybe? The voice sounded male. I just sat there, not saying anything back for a while. Was he saying sorry for killing everything or that I was still alive, or perhaps he was apologising for something to come? But I guess it didn’t matter anymore, “That’s ok… I forgive you.”

I felt like that was all I could say, I didn’t feel hatred or anger towards the being, all I could feel was forgiveness, that could have been an effect of the being, but like I kept thinking, I had nothing else to lose, so why not be forgiving?

After that, we would talk about anything and everything, though I never asked about him or what he was or if he even did this, even though I somehow knew he did. He would tell me when he was ready, or he just wouldn’t tell me.

I found out some things that he liked, he likes to listen to me talk, said it was calming, he would often prefer to watch movies and shows that were mainly for children or the other end of that scale of horror, but nothing too gory. I found that he could also eat, he didn’t need to, but he liked the taste of food. For three days, when I found a nice hotel, we just relaxed and got to know each other more. It was like I had known him for years, and maybe I had, maybe we all had, as death. But either way, I didn’t feel alone, and it wasn’t so quiet.

On the last day of our little break, he had told me that he didn’t like nor dislike that he would kill every living thing, it was just something that he does, although he can remember when he would just kill people who were dying in hospitals and after a world-ending event happened, he would move on to a new universe and that at some point he can't remember, he just started to kill everyone at once, and that was when he could only move to another universe if someone came through a portal and he went attached back with them.

From what I could gather from what he told me, he started as some Reaper at hospitals, and at some point, he just started killing everyone instantly, maybe he went insane or snapped or someone did something to him. It was the next day when we were on the road again I started to ask him questions about himself.

“Is it possible that you can stop killing everyone instantly?” I started, and his deep shady reply was simple, “Yes.”

“If or when we find this portal or another, could you not kill everyone? We could find a compromise, like when you would kill people at the end of their time at hospitals?” I try, I didn’t want to be alone again in a world full of dead decay-less bodies.

The shadowy being was silent for a while, and I thought that meant he disagreed, that he didn’t want to. “Would that make you happy?” was what he asked me after his silence.

“It would, but does it bother you to not kill everything?” I respond honestly.

“It doesn’t, but I do have to kill, so yes, a compromise would be wonderful.” He replies instantly this time and I'm grateful for it.

I think for a moment, happy that the world I would be going to will hopefully be alive, “If the world we go to is one with the SCP foundation, or something similar and we, or probably just me, is contained, maybe you can kill people that are about to die from a very horrible or painful death, from what I know, the foundation has lots of deaths, and if there aren't any for a while, the hospital idea?” I ask of him, seeing if this would work for him, as I didn’t know if there were rules to who he killed if he just didn’t kill everything instantly.

He had put his bone shadow hand to what was probably his chin, as I couldn’t even see his head, in thinking, before answering me, “From what I have gathered, and what you have told me, that seems like a fine plan.” He said to me in his undetectable accent and held out one of his hands to me as if to shake on an agreement.

So I let go of the wheel with one hand and shook his, and in doing so, a shadowy tattoo appeared on my wrist. I made a noise in confusion and he explained to me that it was our agreement and he couldn’t break that agreement unless it was a world-ending event and it was best for all living beings to just die. I couldn’t complain about that.

“I am bound to you now Evie, just as you are now bound to me.”

“I like that, that way we both won't be alone.” I smile happily at the fact that I wouldn’t ever be alone again until I died, and maybe even after that.

“Exactly.” That was the last thing he said to me as our conversation ended to a comfortable silence, and just listening to the music playing through the radio via my phone.

That night, we had pulled into a house, he told me that there weren’t any dead bodies in there and that we could rest inside for the night, I was grateful for that, a home was better than a hotel room. I had set new sheets upon the bed in the master bedroom and set up a TV in front of the bed to play from a streaming site so we could watch movies and shows until I slept, and would keep playing for the being that would sit next to me in the bed, as he didn’t sleep.

It was a nice house that we were in, the pantry and freezer were stocked with food, it had a stock of games to play and books to read, maybe we would stay here for a little while as well, even though we just had a break, it wasn’t like we were in any rush after all. But what I was excited about was the bathroom, it had a huge bath in it perfect for relaxing in with a ton of bubbles.

After cooking dinner for the both of us and after playing some games, I went and took a long-needed bath in the master bedroom en-suite bathroom. I didn’t need to fill it up all of the ways, I was short and the tub was really deep. I had put all of the bath things I could find into the water and let them all dissolve before hopping in myself, sighing in relaxation.

Through the open door, I could hear the being watching some zombie movie, he once said that he didn’t like zombies, having been around some in another dimension, but found zombie movies somewhat amusing, I always loved to hear what he had to say, it was always something interesting, even if it was morbid, I felt as though it kept away insanity, or maybe I was already there and just didn’t realise it.

But at some point in my bathing, I started to close my eyes and fall asleep, my mind not even thinking about the dangers of what could happen, but that I was just relaxed. It was when I woke back up that I started to piece together some important details that I was ignoring, that I didn’t want to notice. I didn’t drown, or rather I think I did, but I didn’t die, I just woke up under the water, my body not bothered by the lack of breath in my lungs.

I got up so I wasn’t under the water anymore, seeing that the Death entity was sitting next to me, I knew that it wasn’t his doing, because of what he had repeated to me, not for the second time, but what felt like the hundredth time, “I am sorry.”

That’s what he was sorry about when he first told me, this was what he was referring to, I couldn’t die, even by him, what seemed to be Death himself. I should have noticed something sooner, but I was probably denying myself the thoughts, because I had stopped feeling hunger pains, scrapes seemingly healing too quickly, not really feeling pain when I did hurt myself, and just saying ouch on reflex and not realising that it didn’t hurt or that it only hurt a little bit. I had become immortal, or maybe I was already one, to begin with, and the ‘event’ was the cataclysm to kick start the immortality, I didn’t know.

“I don’t understand, there were other immortals in the other dimensions, gods even,” I muttered to the being, haunted by what I had realised.

“There were, and even they succumbed to my prowess, I too do not understand how you are alive, and I am sorry.” The being told me, for the first time, sounding genuinely upset.

I pull my knees up to my chin, and for the first time since I left on my trip, I cried. The being put his hand on my head, patting it, trying to comfort me in the now cold bathwater and when I finished crying, it wrapped me up in a fluffy towel and guided me to the soft bed and prompted me to dry and get changed, putting on a comedy movie for me to watch.

I dropped the towel and started to get dressed, it didn’t bother me to be naked in front of the being as it didn’t feel unnatural to do so, and it was like being naked in front of a pet, a loved one or even a nurse, it just felt normal.

I crawled under the covers and snuggled into the pillows getting comfortable before paying attention to the movie that was playing. I grabbed the being's hand after I got settled, I had started doing it the first night he sat on the bed with me as I slept, it was a reassurance that he was still there and that I wasn’t alone. He didn’t seem to mind.

Tonight was also the first night I brought up the subject of his name, what I should call him, as I never had to refer to him by anything to get his attention, I usually just started talking.

“I have had many names, people have always called me different things, mainly Death. Anubis or Anpu was one of the first, Thanatos, Ala, Mot, Achlys, Yama, and many more in many languages and religions, you may choose any to call me by.” He told me, letting me choose what to call him.

“Well, to keep it simple, how about Anubis? It was the first you said, is that ok?” I chose, asking the shadowy being if the name was acceptable.

“Anubis is what I shall be referred to,” He-Anubis confirmed, nodding his hooded head and squeezing my hand lightly.

“Thank you, Anubis,” I mutter, a thank you for the name, a thank you for not leaving me alone, and a thank you for being a friend.

“Thank you, Evie,” Anubis said, with what felt like the same weight behind the meaning.

We stayed at the nice house for nearly a week before we decided to keep travelling to our destination. We didn’t have many breaks as we did at the nice house that we stayed in for a week, but that was fine, we both seemed to just want to travel to the cave in Joppa now, with not a lot of detours. Getting restless and nearly even excited to reach another dimension, hopefully of living people.

Finally, after nearly two months of travelling (We detoured a lot), we reached the cave in Joppa, where the portal should be, Anubis confirming exactly where we needed to go. It almost felt like a dream that was ending, we had finally reached our destination, our goal. I had parked the car not too far away from the caves entranced and grabbed the duffle bag of my things and documentation that I was wanting to take with me.

“Here we are Anubis, you ready to venture to the other side with me?” I ask my free hand grabbing his hand as we walk towards the cave's entrance.

“I am ready if you are also ready to venture onwards with me.”

“I am ready too…” I say turning my head around to face the earth with tears in my eyes, as to say one last goodbye to my world, family and friends.

We step into the cave, walking down the tunnel, hand in hand, towards the other side, to the entrance of a new world, an earth that is hopefully alive.

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CHAPTER TWO

3RDPOV:

Site 81 had been monitoring SCP-2935 for years now, nothing anomalous had been detected since filling the cave entrance with cement and blocking the way in and out of the cave, small miracles can happen after all. The MTF that is stationed around the cave also have never reported anything anomalous, so the foundation only ever had a small group of MTF agents guarding the cave.

But on the 23rd of June in the year 20XX, is when the streak ended, when a portal appeared in the cement covered entrance, it didn’t last for very long, only long enough for site personal to notice when a figure appeared out of the portal, closing instantly behind them. Could this be a being, a human from the mirror dimension that survived? Or could it be a being from another dimension altogether?

Site Command ordered the MTF unit to apprehend the being, what appeared to be a young girl and to bring her back to site 81, if possible, unharmed.

When the Task Force moved in, the girl was sitting on the ground, with a duffle bag a couple of meters in front of her, looking calm and collected, the young girl didn’t even have a look of confusion like she knew what was going to happen like she knew who these field agents belonged to.

“Hello, if you would please be careful with the bag, along with my belongings are documentation and samples of my dimension and what happened to my earth.” The young girl states calmly as an Agent stepped forward towards the bag.

Guns still pointing at the girl, she stood up and stretched, it was like she wasn’t aware of the weapons being pointed at her.

“Are you a foundation member?” The leader of the Task Force, Agent Olsen, enquires.

“No, I'm not, perhaps we should wait until we reach site 81 before any interviews are done.” The young girl replies, making the Task Force agents feel as though they were talking to an adult and not a young teenage girl.

It wasn’t even the way she was speaking, it was also the look in her eyes, a certain hardening that came from years of trauma, years of hardship. If she came from the other dimension, the dimension where every living thing was dead, Agent Olsen guessed it would make sense, being around frozen dead people all the time.

Also, how did she know about site 81? Did she happen to find it while searching for answers? Was she just aware of the foundation beforehand or maybe she was a part of another organisation similar to the SCP, maybe even the GOC, Agent Olsen supposed they won't know until interviews were done?

But that also brought up another concerning factor, did she bring what caused all of the death with her?

“Site 81 isn’t too far from here, we will split up into two groups, one staying here and monitoring SCP-2935, and the other group will be with me transporting… Uh, the young girl.” Agent Olsen orders.

“You can call me Evie if that is easier than the young girl.” The young girl, Evie giggles, amused.

“Right, Evie, I'm Agent Olsen, I'll be taking you to site 81.” He says, keeping it short and quick, site director Aktus wants her contained quickly.

The girl, Evie, doesn’t say anything after that, just follows Agent Olsen to the armoured car and sits in the back, with her duffle bag in another car with other agents. Evie wasn’t concerned, just a little surprised that they didn’t try to kill her on-site, or even put her in handcuffs. Maybe since they just say a teenage girl, they didn’t need to be on such high alert, say if it was a creature that came through.

The car didn’t have the radio on, so no talk show or music was playing, so she started to hum, so it wasn’t so quiet in the car. Evie and her bonded friend, not that the Agents could see him, were pleased to find that the dimension they were in was one where the earth was still alive, where there were people and sounds. Evie would have even been happy with monsters, anything that wasn’t a dead body that wouldn’t decay.

Evie was also grateful that the Agent didn’t tell her to stop humming, it kind of looked like he was enjoying the humming as well. So she continued, and even though only she could hear it, Anubis was also humming along with her. His shadowy voice complimented her own as they hummed a song they seemed to have made up.

It didn’t seem to take long to get to the gates of site 81, the main building looked enormous from the car and was probably much bigger on the inside, as she was sure there would be levels below the building.

The Mobile Task Force Leader and the two other agents led a willing Evie to an interview confinement room. She was placed inside, where a table and a chair on either end of the table was in the centre of the room. There was a glass of water on the table, in front of the chair that was furthest away from the door.

Evie sat in the chair, grabbing the glass of water and moving it to the side of her, to where Anubis was standing, offering him the water since she didn’t want it. He didn’t make any sort of movement towards the water, only focusing on the obvious two-way mirror. There must have been researchers in the room behind it.

It didn’t take long for two men to come in, who she guessed was the site director, Dr Aktus and Dr Schmidt, Assistant director of research. How she knew that she didn’t know, just chalked it up to her memory of site 81.

“Hello, I am Dr Aktus and this I'd Dr Schmidt, we were told that you go by Evie?” Dr Aktus begins.

“That’s right, Evangeline Stclair is my full name,” Evie confirms for them.

“You came from a portal in the blocked off the entrance to SCP-2935, the cave to another dimension where every living thing is dead, is that where you came from?” The other Doctor, Dr Schmidt bluntly asks, causing Evie to pull a face of slight annoyance.

“I did come from another dimension where every living this is dead, but I didn’t come from the dimension on the other side of this SCP-2935, the one I came from is different.” Evie starts to explain the researchers.

This caused the two doctors to look at each other before Dr Aktus spoke again, “How do you know that it wasn’t the dimension on the other side of SCP-2925?”

“Because in my dimension, there isn’t such a thing as the SCP foundation in real life, it was a video game and Wiki stories. I was familiar with most SCP'S and stories and a couple of days after the ‘event’, I remembered the story of SCP-2925 O, Death. It was pretty much what happened in my world, every living thing all died, plants, animals…people. They didn’t decay either nor did the food, I kind of pieced two and two together.” Evie explained, remembering finding her family dead, finding everyone dead.

There was a pause in the conversation as neither party spoke. Not wanting there to be silence, Evie spoke up again, “I travelled to Joppa IN, in search of the cave and maybe some foundation like the SCP to try and find any information, but I only found the cave, it seems my dimension didn’t have any SCP'S for special foundations. Well, at least none that I could find on my travels.”

“I see, did you come across any other survivors? Anything else that survived? We were told that you did collect samples and documented your journey and what happened.” Dr Schmidt asks the young girl.

She hesitated for a moment before she answered, almost like she was thinking about how to answer the question, “I didn’t find any other survivors, but a few days after I started to drive to Joppa, I felt as though I was being followed.”

The tone of the girl didn’t sound frightened, almost relieved, making the Doctors wonder what it was she felt following her.

“What do you think was following you?” Dr Aktus asks.

“I thought since what had been transcribed from the wiki that what had caused the ‘event’ was Death, that maybe he was following me, because well, who would be curious of the only survivor of every living thing?” Evie hummed out.

“Am I going to be designated an SCP number? Like SCP-2935-2?” Evie asks, sounding excited about the possibility.

“You will likely be, but you would be designated as SCP-2935-1, not SCP-2935-2.” Dr Aktus confirms.

“Why wouldn’t I be SCP-2935-2? Wouldn’t the being that causes the ‘event’ be SCP-2935-1?” Evie asks the doctors.

“Since it is just a theory, a rambling of a dead man, no we can't say what caused ‘events’ has a destination.” Dr Schmidt huffs.

Evie tilts her head and moves to look to her right and sighs in unison with Anubis, turning back to face the doctors, “No, I'm SCP-2935-2.”

At this implication, at her looking to her side as though someone was there, both the site director and director of research went deathly white. It seemed that this young girl, this sole survivor, was seeing what possibly caused the death of every living thing in the other dimensions.

But before either of them could think about what to do next, Evie seemed to realise she needed to clarify herself.

“Ah there isn’t a need to worry,” Evie says, holding up her arm, showing a shadowy band wrapped around her wrist and twining up her arm, “Anubis and I made a bond, he can only kill people in the foundation who are about to suffer a horrible or painful death, and those at the end of their life at hospitals.” She says nodding to herself, pleased at her explanation.

This didn’t do too much to calm them down, because she or the being she called Anubis could be lying, but then again, everyone is still alive.

“Th-the being, the one you called Anubis, he is next to you? He is the one who caused the ‘events’?” Dr Schmidt asks shaken.

“Yeah that’s right, I'm pretty sure he is the original Death. He told me that he only ever used to kill people at the end of their lives, then he migrated to hospitals and places like hospitals once they started to come about. Anubis told me that once there was a world-ending event for all life, he would move to another dimension and continue. Although he isn’t too sure when or why he started to kill all living this near instantly when he would traverse dimensions, just that he started doing it. Now it seems he can only travel through dimensions attached to a living being.” Evie rants, as she is quite fascinated by the stories that he told her.

“And this bond that you have with him, it stops him from killing all living things? Are you sure?” Dr Aktus asks more stable than his other researcher.

“Yes, I'm sure, I mean, you would be all dead otherwise, right? Anubis doesn’t kill for fun or because he thinks it's a game. Um, how would I explain it? It's just a thing he does, like how we breathe, he needs to take life. It's just the natural order of things. And in regards to Anubis killing everything instantly, I think something might have happened, something bad, maybe another bond or maybe someone he loved was destroyed, I don’t think he willingly chose to do it.” Evie says defending Anubis in her explanation, trying to get the point across that he isn’t malevolent.

“What else can you tell us about the being called Anubis?” Dr Aktus asks finding what Evie was saying to be fascinating.

She looks over to her side again and nods, like she is getting a response from the being she can only see, “Well, he doesn’t have an exact name, Anubis is just one of the names he has been called before, he is pretty tall may be over 2 meters. He is kind of a shadow being, his hands are the only limbs I can see besides the shadowy cloak, and even they are just a shadow substance, though they do look like they are bones. He can eat and drink, but he doesn’t need to, he just like the taste. He can interact with things and I can touch him, I don’t think anyone else can though.” She trails off.

“How long have you been with the being, with Anubis? How does he speak to you?” Dr Schmidt asks, slowly calming down.

“Maybe about 2 months, I think he has been with me since the event happened, but I didn’t feel him until I started to travel and when he appeared the first time, he didn’t say anything and just stayed in the car. As to how he speaks to me, well I'm not too sure on that either. I can't tell if I am hearing it through my ears, hearing in my mind or both, his accent is also undetectable, kind of like he has all accents and is peaking in all languages at the same time, but I can understand him perfectly.” Evie knew that she was being rather forthcoming with her knowledge, but they couldn’t think of a reason why not to be, it would be a smoother process for all involved.

The conversation continued about the being, for a little while longer until the conversation turned to how she was the lone survivor, forgetting that questioning after finding out about Anubis.

“Well, honestly, the first thing Anubis said to me was ‘I am sorry, I thought he was talking about how everything was dead, how he killed every living thing. But it wasn’t until I drowned after falling asleep in the bathtub that I understood what he meant. It seems that I can't die, even from Death himself and that is what he was sorry about.” It was the first time throughout the interview that Evie’s tone changed to a solemn one, one of anguish.

“You're an immortal, we have seen our fair share of them.” Dr Schmidt says, not impressed by this information.

“No, you don’t understand what I mean. Anubis, Death himself couldn’t kill me, a being who can, who has killed everything. You name it, he has killed it, doesn’t even need to be living or organic. He has killed every SCP you know and don’t know about, every God and deity and any immortal beings. I am the only thing that he hasn’t been able to kill, and we don’t know why, because by all means of the word, I am still human.” Evie says frustrated by the researchers not understanding, so maybe this would help them understand fully what she meant.

They were silent again, just looking at each other and processing what Evie had so bluntly described to them. A being that could supposedly kill anything, besides her.

“So this being, Anubis, he could kill even the Scarlet King?” Dr Aktus finally asks.

Of course, that is the first thing that they want to know if Anubis can be used.

“This interview is over.” Evie stats with a monotone voice although her face screamed rage and any time either Doctor tried to ask questions, they were met with a heated glare.

When the doctors realised that she wasn’t going to answer any more questions, they got up and headed to the door to be let out, but not before Evie made a request, “Please make sure that my containment cell had a bed big enough for two, also a TV or Radio and leave the lights on at all times please.”

The researchers decided to allow her requests, in fear of what the being called Anubis would do to them. Because even though they couldn’t see or feel him, the moment Evie acknowledged the being, it was as if they all knew he was there, that he was real.

MTF leader Agent Olsen came in, looking shaken, he seemed to know what they talked about. He walked over to her on the left and held out some wrist cuffs, they were like handcuffs but electronic and very nearly impossible to get off with a special key.

Evie held out her wrists, unbothered by the treatment she was now receiving, “It is ok.”

Agent Olsen didn’t know what she meant by that if it was directed to him, or the death being in the room with them, but he took the words and calmed down slightly.

“Follow me.” That was all he said to the young girl that only a few hours ago was sitting on the ground happily.

Evie got up and followed the Agent out of the room, only to be surrounded and followed by at least 5 more Task Force members. She supposed they were all on high alert and frightened, Evie could understand that, but Anubis wasn’t scary or frightening, he was comfort.

EVIEPOV:

After the cuffs were taken on my wrists, I looked around our new room. The foundation members even did what I requested. A double bed, a TV and radio. Hopefully the lights didn’t turn off, though there was a light switch near the door and a lamp next to the bed. There was a dresser and a room to the side, I guess that’s where the bathroom is.

By the door, Anubis pointed out that my duffle bag was there, and looking into showed that only the documentation and samples were taken out of it, which I was happy for. I grabbed some pyjamas and my stuffed bunny that had seen better days from the bag and moved to the bathroom to clean up.

I was glad there isn’t a bathtub, after finding out about my immortality be accidently drowning, and it has kind of put me off of them for the time being. It had led to a thought though as I was shampooing my hair.

“Hey Anubis, since you're bonded to me, if I somehow manage to actually die, do you think you would die along with me?” I ask my shadowy friend by the sink.

I hear him hum in thought before answering me, “I am not too sure, but I believe that there is a very high possibility that I would, although I haven’t found anything that can kill me yet, there might be something out there that can.”

That made me smile, “Maybe I should try to find ways, find things that could kill us.”

“It could be a fun pass time.” Anubis responded in thought.

“I was think the same thing.” I laugh out, we really did think alike at times.

To be honest, I wasn’t hopeful that I could find a way to kill us for ever. Because if Death could kill me or even himself, than what hope did we really have in finding a way? Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try, we might get lucky and find an obscure object or ritual that could actually kill us. At the very least, we will have a hobby to pass the time with, because there was going to be a lot of that, time.

“Agh, I hate washing my hair, it makes it so heavy.” I whine, coming out of the shower grabbing the towel Anubis held out for me.

“Why don’t you cut it shorter?” Anubis suggested looking at my hair that’s touching the ground.

“That’s probably a good idea especially if they want to do a bunch of tests on me.” I say agreeing with Anubis.

I had originally grown my hair out this long because my best friend as a child thought that if I grew my hair out really long I could be a superhero when I got older. Her reasoning was because my hair was ash white and that was the colour of her favourite hero in the cartoon we watched as kids. She moved away when we were 10 and I never heard from her again. I was upset about it for a long time, but when I got older my mom told her father wasn’t a good person and they moved because people were getting suspicious of him.

I got changed into my pyjamas and stood in front of the mirror as Anubis created a pair of scissors and stood behind me starting to cut my hair to my shoulders. It didn’t take long with the sharp scissors he created, but a problem had arose after he finished cutting. It grew back. It grew back instantly.

I stared at the hair on the bathroom floor and then back to my newly grown hair in shock, “It grew back… Try again.”

Maybe it was a fluke.

It wasn’t.

I got Anubis to cut my hair at least ten times before he stopped cutting it. All I could do was stare at my hair on the ground that had grown to a large pile. Was my hair going to just stay this length forever?

“I can't even cut my hair?” I ask Anubis, not really expecting him to answer my question.

“You heal at a rapid rate, it seems even your hair, though dead, heals as well.” Anubis responds calmly.

“Oh… it makes me think that I won't age, will I? I know you said immortality, but I guess I didn’t think of aging at the time. I will look like a 15 year old forever.” I come to the realisation rather late.

“You are like me now.” Was all that Anubis said to me to explain, but I didn’t need any more explanations, he summed it up perfectly.

“Guess I should do something about the hair. The researchers might want to study the pile.” I say picking up as much hair as I could with tears in my eyes.

It was something so trivial, but it made me sad knowing I would be stuck like this forever.

I walked towards the door and kind of tapped it with my foot hoping that someone was standing outside the door and would help me, but instead the door slide open by itself. I paused before sticking my head out taking a look around. There was no one there. Was the door just faulty?

“Guess it's a faulty door.” I mutter to Anubis who was following behind me.

We traversed down the hallway kind of getting lost in the process of finding someone. We didn’t find seem to find anyone, which was surprising, but we did find a little break room that had food in the fridge and cold drinks. We took a break in the room.

I placed the pile of hair onto one of the seats at the table while I went to the fridge to see what food we could eat while we had our break. It was filled with fruit, some snacks and containers of peoples lunches and dinners. I took a couple out that looked particularly tasty and took them to the microwave to heat up.

Grabbing forks, I sat back down at the table with Anubis and placed one of the containers in front of him with a fork sticking in it and began eating my own. The break room wasn’t silent as Anubis found a small radio in the corner and turned it on. It was nice to eat with music playing.

Halfway through eating the door opened to a guard walking in. He stopped in his tracks and just continued to stare at me for a moment before pulling his gun at me, “What are you doing in here!?” he demanded.

“Eating?” I questioned back with the fork still in my mouth.

Was that not obvious?

“I meant how you got out of your containment!” he yelled again, making me pout, I don’t like being yelled at.

“I don’t know, I just tapped the door with my foot and it opened. I was trying to bring my hair to a researcher.” I say pointing to the large pile of hair in the seat.

“We have a containment breach, SCP-2935-2 has escaped containment and is now in the guard break room 3.” He saying into his hand held radio and not long after lights and sirens started going off to designate a containment breech.

Holding the gun to me, he didn’t move closer but took a firm stance, “Why were you bringing a pile of hair to a researcher?”

“Because Anubis kept cutting it off and it would grow back instantly, thought they would like to study it… Maybe even clean up my bathroom of the remaining hair.” I say, muttering the last part under my breath.

His stance relaxes a little, as though he wasn’t expecting such a weird answer. At that point more guards came in with guns and I had to put my hand up slightly to Anubis. He didn’t like all these guns at me, not that it would kill me. It was nice that he was protective of me, but killing the guards wasn’t a good idea.

“Someone grab the hair and come with me to find Dr Schmidt, the rest, escort SCP-2935-2 back to her containment and check the door, it opened for her.” The guard that found ordered.

I had another large escort of guards take me back to my room, guns pointing at me like I would try to escape. Guess they couldn’t be too cautious, especially with a lot of SCP'S they have.

Once we got to my room, there was what I guess, was a technician looking over my room door, “There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with the door, I don’t know why it opened for her.”

“Lock it and we will have SCP-2935-2 try to open It.” one of the guards said to the technician.

With the door locked I was moved to the front of the guards to see if the door would open for me again. I placed my hand on the door and it slid open for me like it did before.

“It could be an anomalous effect.” One of the guards theorised.

At that thought, they placed any cuffs they had on hand on me, even the special confinement cuffs from before. They all opened for me when I wanted to get out of them. Damn, I seemed to have another anomaly about me.

It was decided that I would stay in my room with guards posted outside my door until Dr Aktus made a decision on what to do with my new escaping abilities. His decision was that guards and cameras were to monitor me, as well as a tracking devices that was like a bracelet and that they would start testing my anomalous abilities tomorrow as well as getting samples from me.

In my room a couple of hours after my ‘escape’, I was lying down next to a siting Anubis who was watching a documentary about the ocean, “Ocean life documentaries have a soothing tone.”

I open my eyes and look at the screen showing some octopi in a reef swimming about with a British voice narrating, “They really do.”

And with that, holding onto Anubis, I fell asleep.

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CHAPTER THREE:

EVIEPOV:

It had been a several months since I have come to this dimension and been in the SCP foundations. Not a lot has happened since, just some more interviews and some testing of my abilities. The guards and researchers have relaxed a lot around me, not as worried about Anubis as they were when we first arrived. They were still wary about when they upset me though, because every time they brought up using Anubis I would get angry at them and they were worried that Anubis would kill them.

Their worries were well founded, because not too long into our stay, a D-class got angry and hit me trying to escape. Anubis wasn’t very kind to him, made him suffer a little before killing him. Anubis is just protective of me, he doesn’t lash out if people make me angry or upset, only if they seem to physically hurt me.

It was now October and that mean that my birthday was soon approaching, my birthday was on Halloween. I always loved that my birthday fell on Halloween, because that meant dressing up and getting a bunch of candy to eat for free. But this year it wasn’t going to be the same, no dressing up and no knocking on doors for candy. Maybe I could convince one of the staff to take me trick or treating? I could always threaten them with Anubis. Not that I would follow through on the threat, but Anubis did like candy too and was wanting to try trick or treating as well.

“Maybe if we ask Dr Schmidt to let some of the MTF guards to take us to the closest town, we could go trick or treating?” I ask Anubis while walking down a hallway, lost again.

“That could work, if you mention that I want to go, he will be too scared to say no.” Anubis chuckles.

Dr Schmidt was always scared when I brought up Anubis wanting to do something because he as scared that if he said no, Anubis would kill him like he killed the d-class personal. We both found it amusing, because more often than not, we got what we wanted. It was usually frivolous things like candy or cute toys. Sometimes it was asking if we could wonder the halls by ourselves without a guard present.

We thought that even though he was scared of what Anubis might do if he said no, he wouldn’t let us just wonder about, but he did. Turns out it was Dr Aktus that allowed us to wonder freely inside the compound. He oddly didn’t see us as much of a threat at the moment. He was right, we aren't, except when I get hurt like when the D-class hit me.

“That’s true, maybe the MTF guards will dress up too? That would be fun to see.” I say wondering if they could dress up, or if they would just stay in their uniforms.

“We could make them.” Anubis comments.

“It wouldn’t be the same if they were forced to dress up, but maybe we can get Dr Schmidt into something funny.” I say waving off Anubis’s idea.

He just clicks his tongue at me at my disapproval of his idea, but I can tell he liked my counter idea. I was about to tell Anubis he could pick what we could make Dr Schmidt wear, but I ran into someone before I could.

“Oomph!”

“I've got you!” A male voice says, grabbing me so I don’t fall.

I grabbed on to the man’s shirt, no lab coat, to help steady myself, and that’s when I see it. I see the necklace. SCP-963, Immortality. I looked up and saw the infamous Dr Bright, well this current body of Dr Bright.

“Dr Bright!” I gasp excitedly at the man.

He looks at me confused for a second before he also gets a look of excitement, “Oh, Evie!”

He must have heard about me, well I feel as though a lot of SCP foundation members would have heard about me by now.

“This is amazing, I couldn’t have run into you at a better time.” I explain to him, he could take us to site 19, or get a transfer for us.

“Oh, why is that? Wanna break out?” Dr Bright asks in a joking tone.

“Sort of, we want to transfer to site 19.” I say smiling up to Dr Bright happily.

“That…That sound like an amazing idea.” Dr Bright says agreeing, although I feel as though it's because he can get into more shenanigans.

“We thought so too, Anubis and I want to meet the SCP'S that were originally in the game in my dimension. We haven’t really had any interactions with other SCP'S and we want to see if they will react to Anubis’s presence or if they could kill us.” I say just as cheerful as ever.

I couldn’t help but be really excited, we finally met Dr Bright. He was always one of my favourite doctors in the SCP mythos. But he gripped my shoulder a little tight and had a frown on his face.

“Kill you? You are trying to die?” Dr Bright asks me, sounding concerned.

“Yes... Anubis is death and well, he couldn’t kill me, so it seems I'm going to have a lot of time on my hands, I needed a hobby that would last a while. We think that since we are bonded, that if I can somehow die, he will too.” I mutter out, looking sadly at Anubis.

He has lived too long, it's the least I could do for him. After I had bonded with him, some of his emotions, well that’s the best way I could describe it, I could feel. It's like we’ve just known each other all our lives and could sense what the other needed.

It then occurred to me that I haven’t mentioned that to the other researchers and that’s why he seemed somewhat shocked. It also just occurred to me that I just told a man I just met that I planned to try and kill myself and in turn death.

I look up again at him, this time sheepishly and say, “Ah, what a thing to dump on a stranger.”

Dr Bright just ends up laughing after that and pats me on the back, “No worries, trust me, I understand what you mean.”

Of course he does, he is immortal too, and nothing can keep him dead because of SCP-963-1, he would want to be free of that curse like Anubis and myself. Even though I have only been immortal for a handful of months, because of Anubis, I have his feelings about being immortal and my feeling about it as well. So I'm pretty sure I despise being immortal because of that.

“So where were you off to before we bumped into each other?” Dr Bright asks me.

“Oh I was trying to find Dr Schmidt to ask about Halloween and if I can go trick or treating and if he said no, I was going to threaten him with Anubis.”

Dr Bright lent down close to my face with a serious look, “Yes, we need to do that right now.”

Before I could say anything in response he picked me up and through me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, “Let’s go!”

“I could have walked.” I say hitting is back to get him to let me go, albeit not trying too hard.

“True, but then I couldn’t have seen this cute butt up close.” He says cheekily tapping my upper thigh.

I squeaked, embarrassed by his words. No one had ever said anything like that to me before, and I didn’t know to respond to it. I looked to Anubis who was following behind us for help but he didn’t do anything except chuckle at the situation I was in.

“You're no help…” I grumble to him in response.

“Why would he help when he probably agrees with me?” Dr Bright cheerfully says to me.

I pause for a moment because Anubis doesn’t say anything in denial.

“Don’t stay silent Anubis!” I cry out.

Dr Bright just laughs and continues on walking down the hall, to where I assume Dr Schmidt will be which was the way I came. I was going the wrong way again, theses halls are hard to navigate. They need maps or signs up on the walls for people like me who are bad at navigating.

 While being carried, I take in what Dr Bright looks like, well at least for now. He has light brown hair with a tinge of redness, hazel eyes, over 6ft and I can feel muscles where he is carrying me, and so he isn’t physically weak. He just seems like an average male, considering he has been an orangutan.

I wonder if he tries to get bodies that are close to his original body, or if he doesn’t have any choice in it. I think that I would hate to change bodies every month, especially if I couldn’t choose the bodies that I would have.

It felt like we had been walking for ages and I was starting to get lightheaded from my dangling position.

“Dr Bright, are you lost?” I ask him, using my elbows to prop me up a little.

He stops and I feel him stiffen a little, “Ah… Probably. I thought that if I just wondered around I would find Dr Schmidt, he wasn’t in his office when I checked earlier.”

Glad to know that I wasn’t the only one who gets lost in here. I would have thought that Dr Bright would have phoned him or got one of the guards that not so secretly follow me to help us, but I guess wondering around is half the fun.

“Don’t worry, I also have a hard time trying to find Dr Schmidt, maybe we should ask one of my guards to get him to meet us somewhere.” I say to Dr Bright, understanding how hard it can be to find Dr Schmidt.

“He just avoids you, that’s why you can never find him Evie.” Anubis bluntly says to me.

“Hey! If he avoids me it's only because he is scared of you.” I say with an offended tone.

“What's so scary about me?” Anubis says to me sounding almost too serious.

“Are you serious? You are literally a skeleton in a shadow cloak, that is super scary to people.” I say exacerbated.

“… Yeah I'm going to guess that he said he wasn’t scary and just say that it's because he is actually death and that’s why people are scared of him, not because he is a skeleton in a cloak.” Dr Bright says with an amused smile.

I give an actual shocked look and push myself up enough to face him, “What? No way, they all know that Anubis isn’t going to just go killing a bunch of people, we have a bond that stops him from doing that.”

“I don’t think that really matters to them. You have death following you and that can be a pretty scary thing to people, that and when that D-class hit you, Anubis slowly and painfully killed him, that puts people off too.” Ok maybe he had a point there, I keep forgetting that people are scared of death.

Being bonded and around Anubis has kind of desensitized me from that kind of thinking. I'm not scared of dying or death himself. He just isn’t scary to me, I have nothing to be afraid of when I am around Anubis.

I relax back over Dr Bright’s shoulder and hum in agreement, “I forget that sometimes. That normal people are scared of death.”

“I think I forget it sometimes too. I'll have moments when a D-class or researcher dies, and I think for a moment that they’ll come back like I do. Guess since it doesn’t really apply to us, we forget.”

“I suppose that makes sense.” I mutter into his coat.

“I always make sense.” Dr Bright says in reply, making me laugh.

Dr Bright starts walking again and the moment that we turn the corner he spots Dr Schmidt, “Hey Isaac! We finally found you.” He yells to the man down the new hallway.

“We-?” Dr Schmidt cut off what he was saying.

He looks constipated.

“Goddamn it…” I couldn’t hear the rest of what he said because he muttered, but by the way he was glaring at us, I'd say he wasn’t happy for some reason.

“Bright, why the hell are you carrying Evie?” Dr Schmidt demands of Dr Bright.

“So I can see her cute butt.” Dr Bright says again but this time smacking my butt instead of my thighs.

I made a noise between a huff and a chocked out squeak and out of some knee jerk reflex, I kicked out, hitting him between the legs. Which turned out to be a bad move because he dropped me when he doubled over groaning in pain.

“Owie my butt.” I whine in pain, rubbing my butt that I landed on as Dr Bright whines in pain clutching between his legs.

“Dear God there is two of them.” Dr Schmidt sighs looking at the two of us.

It also didn’t help that Anubis was laughing at the both of us. Just because he couldn’t feel pain doesn’t mean he can laugh at mine.

“Why are you so mean to me today Anubis?” I complain huffing at him.

“You're just easy to tease today.” He says to me and I can hear the smile that I can never see.

“You're a menace.”

“Yes.”

“Evie, enough, why are you with Dr Bright?” Dr Schmidt says, interrupting our argument.

“I ran into him while looking for you.” I answer.

“What did you need this time?” Dr Schmidt asks me annoyed.

He was always so grumpy.

“I was just wondering if Anubis and I can go trick or treating. Anubis has never been and that’s what we want to do to celebrate my birthday.” I explain, we really do want to go trick or treating.

“Like here, at site 81?” Dr Schmidt asks, though I think he knows that’s not what I meant.

“No, like in a nearby town, a MTF can come with us and dress up, it wouldn’t look too suspicious.” I rush out.

I was excited, I am looking forward to Halloween, you get to dress up cool and get free candy. It's like getting gifts from a bunch of people.

“You're turning 16, you're too old to go trick or treating.” Dr Schmidt sternly says.

“But everyone here says that I look super young, I could fool them! Please, you can come and dress up too, Anubis would really, REALLY, appreciate it if you did.” I say looking up to Dr Schmidt from the ground.

“Make your eyes water, it’ll be more effective.” I hear Dr Bright whisper to me from the ground next to me.

I nod and make my eyes tear up, “Please?”

Dr Schmidt looks at me unimpressed.

“No, and I don’t appreciate your comments Bright.” He shoots me down again.

“I'm sorry Anubis, Dr Schmidt must really not want us to leave.” I say turning to Anubis looking really upset.

“Tell him that it means he wants to spend the day celebrating with you instead.” Anubis tells me.

“You're right Anubis. Dr Schmidt, I guess you just really wanted to celebrate my whole birthday with me and Anubis, he said that all you had to do was say something, he would have hung around you more.” I say laying it on a little thick.

Dr Schmidt really didn’t like Anubis. He went pale at what I suggested and made a compromise.

“I'll discuss it with Dr Aktus about letting you and… Anubis go trick or treating with a MTF. You’ll have to get 0-5 permission.” Dr Schmidt says pinching between his eyes.

“Yay! I can dress up like Anubis and get lots of candy, it's going to be so fun.” I exclaim jumping up from the ground excited.

“Oh I have the perfect costume for Halloween, I should come with.” Dr Bright says joining in on my excitement.

“Is it SCP-173? That would be fun to dress up as.” I guess.

“No I did that a few Halloweens, didn’t go down too well.” Dr Bright says sheepishly.

“That’s because it looked too realistic and the guards and researchers thought you were the real SCP-173.” Dr Schmidt says irritated.

I giggle and try to imagine the scenario Dr Bright caused. That would have been a blast to witness.

“Not my fault no one could appreciate my costume.” Dr Bright shrugs.

“We would have appreciated it.” I say patting his arm.

Dr Bright pats my head in return and speaks to Dr Schmidt, “I have a few things I want to talk about with you and Dr Aktus.” He says in a more serious tone.

I guess that he probably came here for a reason and not just to mess around.

“I'll find you later Evie, we can discuss Halloween plans.” Dr Bright smirks.

“Ok, Anubis and I will just go and find a snack while we wait.”

“No taking peoples food from break rooms, get someone to take you to the kitchen.” Dr Schmidt sighs, waving me off.

I pout, that is exactly what I was planning to do. Anubis and I like the staffs break room food better. They always have little treats out on the tables and the ones that bring in their own food taste better than what the cafeteria makes.

“But they taste better.” I frown.

“I don’t care, I've had too many complaints from staff about you eating their food.” Dr Schmidt argues back.

“Fine…” I grumble, “Just for today.” I whisper.

“We can live with that.” Anubis says.

“Hehe, live with that.” I laugh under my breath as we walk away down the hall.