SCP International

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It was always there, on the top of the database. It wasn't the Zombie Virus, or the Hard-to-Destroy Reptile, or the Plague Doctor. Sometimes RAISA's notice stood in place of it, but that was a rare occasion. Something secret, something that proudly occupied the position of 'First' was always on top of the Foundation. Its object number in red was the same size as every other document, but the scarlet characters stood out as if meant something.

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It was SCP-001. There was nothing certain about SCP-001, only rumours. Some said it was some sort of top-secret location, others said it was a monster, or SCP-001 was just itself and nothing else. Of course, lower employees were banned from access in the first place; they just knew it existed. They assumed that someone might know the secret of it, and returned to their regular job. That was the routine.

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I've been scolded and ordered numerous times since I joined the Foundation, but not a single person said anything about SCP-001. It was like a ghost that people simultaneously and intentionally agreed to forget . I couldn't even ask, as I was afraid of being the odd one. What is that they are hiding so hard? I constantly asked myself if I was being played away from their secrets.

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Honestly, I don't remember when I decided that I should know about SCP-001. Maybe it might be because of some sort of skepticism about the Foundation dawning upon me, or an incident that I've long forgotten. Or, I might have just gone insane. I mean, am I not? Just the thought of accessing the most classified document is the equivalent of attempting suicide. Even if I finally knew what 001 is, it will get me killed in one way or another.

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I remained alone in the office for my night shift, writing my report. To access the database, I have to pass the long and tedious security classifications, which the mere thought of it was enough to tire me. However, I noticed it was already logged in. A sudden surge of clarity hit me. All the locks were disengaged. My heart was rushing.

Did someone hack the device? No, it can't be. The Foundation security is very tough… Then, how…?

It was at that moment when I found the little moth friend. A tiny moth small enough to fit in the palm of my hand was on the computer, glowing brightly. I carefully removed the moth as if I was possessed by the light and put it inside a glass jar. Then suddenly, I was logged out from all the devices. The strange moth felt warm.

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After I got home, I thought I must report the moth to the Foundation. I thought it might be dangerous: I don't know what properties it may have, other than the one I've seen. But its anomaly was clear: that it can nullify the security of whatever device it touched.

But I should do something before I do it.

I opened my laptop and typed in the address of an online community I frequent. Then, I carefully pulled the moth out of the jar and placed it on my laptop, next to the keyboard. It slowly moved its wings, but it didn't fly away. That day, I was able to surf through the community with the administrator authority. I read countless hidden posts and comments. It felt strange to read the things I always wondered. Every time I glanced at the moth occasionally, the moth didn't move one bit. But when it was back in the jar, it started moving its wings slowly. That moment, a thought sparked in my head, and I felt blood pumping out of my heart. This moth- With this moth, I can disable the security. Maybe I could see SCP-001.

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The horizon was starting to turn dim blue. I prepared to go to work, and I looked into the glass jar with the moth inside on my hand. It had been glowing warm all night, and it still was.

Like a candle.

But I place the jar on the table again.

I'm not brave enough.

I closed the door and left. The dawn atmosphere brushed cold on me. I buttoned my collars up and walked into the dark road.

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Tears started spilling onto the keyboard. They will come soon. I didn't want to die. I felt both of my legs trembling in terror.

It's all my fault.

But I can't come back. I must go on. My hands started to shake. There was nowhere to advance nor retreat. I was alone. Regret overwhelmed me as my legs collapsed.

Stupid of me to chase 001 all the way to here.

Hallucinations of security personnel barging in to find the cause of the security breach echoed in my ears. It was at that moment that a warm ray of light shined on me.

It's the moth… But how can it…?

The moth gently landed on the device, as if nothing happened.

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I wiped tears off my eyes with tattered sleeves.

Okay… I'm going to scroll down.

My hands were still shaking, but not as much as before. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and scrolled down to embrace it.

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I lost track of time.

I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or not.

So this is the kill agent…

I looked at the surreally twisted figures that were there to kill me. The screen glowed orange… The moth… The moth was keeping me safe, but I can't help feeling weird. It looks like… something I've seen when I was young… No, this hardly matters. I saw the documents listed below.

I started reading them one by one. I couldn't feel anything but my eyes vibrantly rummaging through the text, as if I was paralyzed: the Foundation's origin, history, foundation, reason of existence, and…

I felt numb.

I now know:

Why the world is filled with horrendous anomalies,
Why some must die in the dark,
Why the Foundation has to Secure, Contain, Protect them… and…

I collapsed down on the floor. The moth was still dimly glowing. I thought I heard footsteps from afar.

They're here for me…

Nothing really matters now. Sleep engulfed me.

Now, be thee a stream of light.

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