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It was another normal day in site-22 for officer Johnson. He woke up at 6am, got reader for work, and made his way to the Class-D cafeteria. He watched from an upper balcony as the Class-D sat and ate their food. Not a single one would dare to cause trouble. They knew they were being watched by officer Johnson, who was known to be one of the more brutal guards.

And then every single D-Class in the room simultaneously fell to the ground, gasping for air, and then died.

Officer XXXXX frantically pulled out his radio, trying to contact anyone of a higher security level, but to no success. Everyone he tried to call didn’t pick up, because they were already getting swamped with calls from other Foundation staff, reporting the same thing.

“Hello, this is officer Gerald reporting form site-11, roughly 20 Class-D have simultaneously died due to an unknown and unclear cause.”

“This is Researcher Polinsky in area 13, a D-Class that was about to be tested on has died due to unknown circumstances. The cause of death does not appear to be what was being tested.”

“Hello? Is someone there? I’m a researcher in research wing 7. 3 Class Ds being escorted have died, seemingly of suffocation.”

Soon they would realize what happened. Every single Class-D in the entire Foundation had simultaneously died. But what they didn’t know, was what killed them. A collective panic swept the sites. Some people barricaded themselves in their own officers, some committed suicide, some frantically tried to find a cause or a cure or a theory as to why this happened, but to no avail.

Researching as to find out what caused this mass death of D-Class was made top priority over anything else. All unnecessary testing was canceled. Civilians were used as Class-D as a last resort, and containment of SCPs was put on low priority. Hundreds of SCPs breached containment. Only the ones that would have had detrimental effects on research were still contained.

After days of research, not a single lead was found as to what caused the mass death. Tens of thousands of civilians had been slaughtered by breached SCPs. Then every civilian fell to the floor, and died of suffocation. The only people left alive on Earth were the Foundation researchers, MTF, O5, and other staff.

The researchers were at a loss. They hadn’t made any advancements, and they never would be able to. It was truly a mystery as to who or what was murdering all of these people, and the researchers knew who could be next on the chopping block.

Before long, some sites fell under anarchy and chaos. Research slowed to a halt as the weeks went by. After a few months, any SCP that could breach containment, had breached containment. Most of the Foundation were dead at this point, some killed by SCPs and some killed by each other.

I’m sure by now, an SCP capable of ending the world had breached, and ended the world. The Foundation never found out what killed all those people, but I’m sure you would like to know. Well guess what, it was me. I killed them. I am a god compared to them. I have the ability to add, alter, or change anything I see fit in their universe. A lot of the things I could do would probably get downvoted to hell, but I’m sure that under the right context, almost anything could be accepted. This article is written from the perspective of me, looking into the SCP universe from the outside. The reason they couldn’t find the cause of the death, was because I decided that they wouldn’t be able to. I can change, rewrite, or edit anything in this tale as I see fit, and from the perspective of someone in the Foundation, I’d be a god, manipulating with the timeline. There is the whole canon about the different Gods in the SCP universe, but in reality they have just as much control over the SCP universe as the humans that live in it. The true gods in this universe are us, the writers, the storytellers, and anyone else contributing to this collaborative project. I don’t even need to give an in lore explanation as to why all this happened, because of the meta-ness that the SCP universe already exhibits.