Location: Area-███
Time: 9:00 PM
A lone camper drove up the trail to the main building. If one didn't know any better, there was a chance that they would assume that all that was above ground was all that there was, or that the driver of the camper was up to something out of the ordinary. Then again, a person who didn't know any better would have only been able to know of the place with the best or worst luck ever, never mind find it.
When the vehicle reached its destination, its driver parked it in the only parking spot that existed at the site. Once he stopped powering the engine, the driver got out of his camper and took a good look at the surrounding area. Nothing but dirt for quite some distance, and only dead grass past the fence. The building itself wasn't exactly in top condition either. Didn't need to be. With a few warm-up stretches, he entered the front entrance of the Site.
Time: 9:30 PM
"Morning Alex." The secretary at the front desk said in greeting. "Testing Chamber Lambda is ready for you."
"Thank you Lezley." The researcher replied, heading the elevator behind the front desk after he gave his credentials.
"…Hold on. You've got an anonymous note." Ms. Brantley rolled her swivel chair to intercept Dr. Faithen and handed over the letter with a grim expression before rolling back to her desk.
In the elevator, Alex pressed the button for the sixteenth floor and stood in silence as the elevator descended, reading the little note.
Dear Alex,
We know where you are son. We're coming to get you. Don't think that the Foundation can hide you.
The researcher burned it as soon as he saw the word son. He wasn't their son, their ideal vision of him was. As soon as he got out of the elevator he found a trash bin to dispose of the ashes and headed to Testing Chamber Lambda.
Time: 10:00 PM
"Hello Dr. Faithen." Researcher Bron Weissenberger said, getting up from one of the three chairs in front of Testing Chamber Lambda.
"Hello Bron. Have the D-class been able to return communication?" Alex asked, heading in anyways.
"…They've been killed sir." Was what Researcher Bron Weissenberger could say before the door closed between them.
"Oh dear." Was what Dr. Faithen said in response, looking at SCP-XXXX-c-11, whom was right up in the researcher's face. SCP-XXXX-c-11, like the rest of their peoples, was transparent, but was able to be identified up close by the slight distortion of light that could outline their figure. This special trait did not stop him from seeing the dead bodies behind the SCP.
The SCP continued to be silent and up close, prompting Alex to frown. Heading towards the dead D-Class and retrieving their clip boards, the researcher checked their progress in understanding the SCP in the room. As made apparent by the text on the bloody one, its owner didn't listen when briefed that they were not to be provoked. Concerning the three D-Class that payed more attention to briefing, it seemed like they were able to make sense of SCP-XXXX-c-11's efforts to communicate back. Partially. Their key was good, but only worked for three words: I will kill. This likely lead to their assumption that all of them were going to die and decision to kill themselves.
"Alright, let's see if I can't understand you." Dr. Faithen said, making changes to the key when he saw fit and recording what worked on his tablet. As he did this, he also had a conversation with SCP-XXXX-c-11, despite the fact that he couldn't yet understand the SCP's replies.
Time: 11:30 PM
"Really? So it was you guys that made that strange figure at the ski resort?" The researcher asked the SCP, having been able to figure out whatever SCP-XXXX-c-11 said a few minutes ago.
Yes, though we don't know how it happened. Was the answer given to Alex.
"I see. I'd be glad to work with your people to figure out how to prevent it from happening again." Dr. Faithen offered before Researcher Bron Weissenberger came in.
"Alex, you need to get above ground right now and see this. You too miss." Was what the man had to say.
"…" Taking his tablet with him, Dr. Faithen, Researcher Bron Weissenberger, and SCP-XXXX-c-11 headed to the surface.
Time: 11:55 PM
Already outside were a few other personnel, looking up at a large airborne structure with the same visual properties as its inhabitants. Among them was Captain Sky Dargie, captain of the zeppelin Deus ex Machina, who approached the three newcomers.
"Dr. Faithen. Mr. Weissenberger. A few minutes ago SCP-XXXX-b simply stopped moving, and a little later, an SCP-XXXX-c fell to their death." The captain reported before a chaotic noise could be heard. "What the devil is that?" Captain Dargie cried, covering his ears like the others.
Time 11:59 PM
"Look!" One of the security personal cried, pointing at the base of SCP-XXXX-b. The airborne structure was coming into view, as if slowly falling from a pocket sown on the sky. Said pocket ceased to exist once the structure appeared in its entirety and with that, the ability of SCP-XXXX-b's to stay in the air ceased to exist as well. The structure began falling at midnight.