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Many people thought that I died that day; when the Foundation was reborn. When old Gods were slaughtered and left to die, and when new ones were reborn. Even my closest friend, whom I considered to be my own son, was one of the people who were reborn into a new living and breathing Hell. It's astounding to see how this Foundation has held up after so much time and effort, let alone, corruption and compromises its had to deal with.

Nevertheless, it is an aspect we've grown to welcome in open arms. Careless to know what outcome it would make of. Many of the current staff you've grown to know and love; Bright, Gears, Strelnikov… they're all blindly walking into a fate worse than death. They see the task of managing this Foundation as a walk in a park; full of loopholes and expenses to exploit.

When I made this Foundation, I only had one goal in mind. That was to "Secure. Contain. Protect". That's all it was. That's all I wanted it to be. We weren't smart enough to know the true potential behind these creatures; behind those faces of theirs. So we contained them. Studied them. Sometimes they've even broken out and have shown us what they can truly do behind broken chains. We were astounded by it all.

We started discovering more of these things. Then we started making sites all around the Earth. Russia, Germany, America, Canada, you name it. We started growing ties with these governments. Making deals, providing information, supplying reasons as to why these things were happening, and what was going on. We started flustering ourselves with power and influence. Eventually, we became the original Gods.

We secured our beliefs. Our luster of power. The surplus of SCPs that began to influence the way we controlled our members; our followers. We secured them for no good reason.

As time began to grow null, so did our awareness. We knew that it was only a matter of time before these creatures would begin to try and break out; and eventually, they did. The first anomalous entity to breach containment was the Shadow Man. The last we saw it, it was heading towards a small town somewhere in Texas. Sadly enough, it managed to kill at least 174 people. 82 of those casualties being children.

When the Federal Government was informed of this, they turned a blind eye and told us to make sure it doesn't happen again. Surely enough, it was at the exact same time that our Ethics Committee began reviewing a new set of containment procedures for all of the SCP's we had in containment, with some help from the Engineering & Technological Department.

Now, they knew that it was no longer a case of securing our dignity or our pride. They were making a service not to themselves, but to the people. To humanity. To contain these things, and ensure that they do not breach that said containment.

Now, it's different.

They look dead. Nonhuman. Monsters. They look exactly like the creatures they've contained. They don't care about them. Why should they? For all they know, it could kill them. Or worse, maybe. Destroy the planet? Cause a ZK Scenario? Perhaps. Would it be our concern? Essentially, no. The researchers that we've hired over time don't need our moderation, unless it came down to important decisions like updating standard protocols, allowing certain procedures to be carried out; stuff like that.

We were the executive branch of the whole Foundation. We had the ultimate power, and the ability to do whatever we wanted to do, whenever we wanted to. But we didn't care. Power was no longer our concern, and nor' was emotion. All we wanted to do, was simply die. We couldn't wait out what was started hundreds of years ago, possibly more. They relied on no one but ourselves. Division began to sprout, and patience grew thin with many. Tolerance and faith in the system became a fickle thing.

They began to argue among each other. Some of them began harassing individuals, and some began to physically attack those who objected him or her. What was once a Council of trusted friends now became a war zone for power. However, all of us began to realize something after that moment. A question that has long been forgotten and unanswered since the day we began this cruel and unfit organization, that of which that rules with an iron fist.

What have we become?

One by one, they fell. My advisers, my closest friends; they all died because they didn't care. Because I didn't care. Because we thought we were the utopia of everything. Because we thought there was a linchpin. An explanation to it all. Because we thought there was a why.

There never was, and there never will be. All we had was one job. To secure. To contain. And now there was another.

To protect.

To protect the things we have failed to. To protect the people we promised to kill later on. To protect the values that we've always held, and always will hold. We were not founded off the aspects of humanity to serve the populous because we saw no difference if we didn't. We were founded off the aspects of humanity because we knew what would happen, even if there wasn't a Foundation.

Everything we've predicted from over the years, all leading up to this point; we were right. We were right in the scariest and gut-wrenching way possible. In the most possible way that we know to be impossible. We were right.

We truly did ruin everything, didn't we?.

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