It was impossible to deny what stood before them.
That thing was an SCP.
The creature advanced slowly, its long, grotesque legs dragging across the floor, while the students stood frozen, paralyzed by pure fear.
"Run!!! We can't let that thing kill us!!!"
Chris's voice cracked like a whip, snapping them out of their trance. Without thinking, he grabbed a fire extinguisher from the wall and hurled it at the monster.
CLANG!
The extinguisher struck the creature, barely making it flinch — but it was enough. As if a switch had been flipped, the students bolted, scattering through the gym doors like rats escaping a sinking ship.
The creature twisted its head unnaturally, its white, bulbous eyes swiveling as it scanned the chaos.
And then... it picked its prey.
Candace.
Everyone knew Candace wasn't athletic. She wasn't built for running — or anything physical, really. And somehow, that thing knew it too.
It lunged after her down the halls.
"NO... NOOO! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!"
Candace cried out as she sprinted with everything she had. But her body betrayed her — fear overwhelmed her, sweat matted her hair to her face, and her steps grew clumsy and desperate.
Meanwhile, the creature moved like it was gliding, its massive strides easily closing the distance.
Then — she stumbled.
Candace hit the floor hard, sobbing and crawling backward helplessly.
"No... no, no, stay away!!!"
The SCP loomed over her, savoring the fear radiating from its prey. Raising one grotesque arm, its limb morphed, twisting into a deadly spear.
"Think fast!"
THWACK!
A baseball came out of nowhere, slamming into the monster's face.
"You really thought you could mess with one of my students?"
The voice rang out with unshakable authority.
It was Professor William.
He carried Jasper strapped to his back and held a baseball bat firmly in one hand.
The creature hesitated, turning its hollow, hateful gaze toward the man who radiated a strange, unbreakable confidence.
"Hey, Candace. You think you can carry Jasper?" William asked, never taking his eyes off the monster.
"I—I don't think I can, Professor," she stammered, still trembling.
"Then run. The school's being evacuated."
"But what about you...?"
"RUN!"
Candace scrambled to her feet and fled, too scared to argue.
"I'm sorry, Jasper," William muttered, adjusting the boy on his back. "I'll have to drag you into danger a little longer."
"You noticed, huh?" William smirked at the creature. "That's why you're hesitating."
The monster remained still, its instincts screaming"
that man was dangerous.
"Well, if you won't attack... I'll go first."
William lunged forward.
The SCP reacted instantly, slashing its spear-like arm, but William blocked with the bat and, in one smooth motion, kicked the creature square in the face.
It lashed back, trying to stab him from behind, but William spun midair, flipping over its grotesque body with acrobatic grace.
Tch. If my team were here, you'd already be down. But they're almost here… I just have to hold out.
"Professor...?" Jasper stirred, his voice groggy but growing stronger.
No time to answer.
The creature lunged again, but William raised his bat, swinging it in front of him.
BOOM BLASTS!
Sharp waves of compressed air exploded from the swing, slamming into the SCP and staggering it.
Not wasting a second, William hammered the monster's legs, forcing it to stumble, and took off running.
"Professor! What's happening!? Wasn't this just a dream?!" Jasper shouted, now fully awake.
"I'll explain later! Right now, stay hidden!" William barked.
He skidded to a stop at the infirmary and placed Jasper down carefully.
"Treat your wounds here. You were lucky — no major injuries. Stay in this room. No matter what happens."
"Wait! What IS that thing? Who are YOU?! Since when do teachers fire air blades?!" Jasper demanded, panicked.
"Sorry Jasper, this is not the time.," William said, peeking down the hall.
The creature had found them again.
"Stay inside."
Without waiting for a reply, William slammed the infirmary door shut.
"Seriously... you're still moving after that hit?" William muttered, gripping his broken bat like a sword. "Annoying bastard... and I don't even get paid overtime."
The SCP wasn't amused by his humor. It lunged, its arm shaped like a spear.
William slid under it with ease, counterattacking — only for the monster to transform its face, morphing a massive mouth that bit clean through the bat.
CRUNCH.
"Ahh, crap... you're one of the smart ones," William cursed, backing off.
The creature spat out the bat's remains, its face returning to its blank, faceless mask.
"I get it... you think I need the bat to fight you," William said, pulling something from his shirt pocket — a pair of glasses.
"You're wrong."
"Let's dan...."
"PROFESSOR WILLIAM!!!"
The shout echoed down the hallway — Michael, sprinting toward them, terror in his voice.
"Michael, get back!!!" William roared.
But the distraction was fatal.
The SCP struck, slamming William to the floor with a brutal strike.
"Professor!!!"
Michael froze, watching in horror.
"What the hell are you doing here, Michael?!" William growled, forcing himself back to his feet.
"I—I couldn't find Jasper!!! Candace said you had him!!!"
The creature didn't wait. It shot an arm forward, snatching Michael by the legs and lifting him like a ragdoll.
"NOOOO! Professor, HELP!!!" Michael screamed, kicking wildly in the air.
"Shit — seriously?! A hostage?!" William cursed, rummaging his pockets again. "Where the hell are my damn glasses?!"
The SCP, seizing the opportunity, hoisted Michael even higher, until the boy dangled upside down.
And then — it let go.
FUCK!!!!
William sprinted, but it was a trap — the monster hurled its spear-arm again, stabbing William's leg without mercy.
ARGHHH!!!
The professor collapsed, unable to move.
"NO! NO! NO!!!"
Inside the infirmary, Jasper watched in helpless horror.
His body screamed in pain, but his heart screamed louder.
He extended his hand, pure instinct driving him —and his arm stretched.
Same as SCP
Unnaturally, impossibly, it stretched out and caught William just before he slammed into the ground.
"Huh?! Wha—what the hell?!"
Jasper stared at his arm, disbelief written across his face.
CRAAACK!!!
Before he could even process what was happening, the roof above them exploded.
Six figures, dressed in white tactical gear, dropped from the sky like angels.
The one in the center, a woman with short hair and sharp eyes, stepped forward.
"Apologies for the delay, Agent 3887," she said, her voice like ice.
She pulled a tablet from her belt, scanned it quickly, and pointed toward the creature.
"Team, we have two active anomalies. 6567, 8987 — you're with me. We neutralize the faceless SCP."
Then her cold gaze shifted.
Her finger pointed at Jasper.
"The rest of you — secure him."