I sat there on the ground—still looking over the edge until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and into Bright eyes. "It's over," he said. I just nodded dumbly, I still couldn't believe it. I'd watched them die. They were dead, and I was alive. I stood and turned, "why?"
"Why what," Bright asked.
"Why did that guy Alonzo do that."
"Well," Bright answered as he held up his necklace. "Did I ever tell you that this necklace is an SCP a Well? 963, it gives any creature that touches it my mind. They become me. When I was fighting him on the train I got him to touch it, then it was just a matter of acting."
"You mean, that was you that died?"
"In a way yes, except this is still me."
I took it all in, he had died for me. Bright—or at least a copy— had died for me. Almost as of reading my mind bright smiled and said, "I'm still here. We're all still here." I looked over at the others, they all smiled back at me. I felt something on my leg and looked down. 999 was wrapping itself around my leg, I started laughing and got more cheery as it tickled me. I backed up and kicked something, I looked down and picked it up. It was a compass. "SCP-2799-2," Bright said. "It points you in the direction of SCPs." 999 slithered off me as I bent back over. There was a box on the ground, I picked it up and opened it, inside was a small red origami dragon.
* * *
We celebrated Christmas back at my home, by drinking lots of eggnog, eating Christmas cookies, and watching Christmas movies on tv. Bright had explained that they were all going to find somewhere to live soon, maybe the house on the edge of town, that now sat vacant. He'd said, that it would be fine to visit whenever I wanted, and that no one would likely find the other there if Bright bought the house and groceries, and the others didn't go outside.
We ate, laughed, and watched as Blaze and Komus tried to play with the little multicolored origami dragons that came out of what I learned was called SCP-1762. The little paper dragons flew around the room and some even perched on spikes Daniel had grown out of his arm. We laughed and Bright told some old stories from the Foundation.
But, it wasn't going to last. I knew that, somewhere in the back of my mind I knew. When the time came they left to go to their house, I knew they'd still be around, but it felt worse than when they'd left the first time. Bright walked up to me right before they left and said, "I think this is yours." He held out his hand and gave me back my phone. "I found it back when everything was going on, but I forgot to give it to—" he was interrupted as I wrapped my arms around him in a hug. He seemed surprised, but hugged me back. The others smiled and I motioned for them, "come on."
They all joined in, even Aé joined in after she put on her plastic arm-length gloves. It was a picture perfect moment, one that I took advantage of. As I looked at the picture I noticed two new people who'd joined in, the black dog-like SCP was in the photo and so was 079. My phone vibrated and a new message said, "Edited. Self. In. Mind?" I laughed as the familiar a.i.'s face filled the screen, "no, I don't mind."
Then they were gone, they left to go a little ways away, but it still felt like a long way away. It was all over, they had been the best and most exciting days of my life. My dad would be getting back tomorrow and I had a big secret that he couldn't know about, with that I took one more look at the box as I slid it under my bed and whispered the words to myself, "here there be dragons."
Authors note: Hey guys, Cinos0 here and I'm a both happy and sad to tell you this is indeed the end. I never imagined I would see so many people who would want to read my work! I know it's hard to find quality SCP fics, so I though why not write one myself? You guys seemed to love SCP- On the run, so I've decided to translate it into other languages, so if you know someone who wants to read my story, but doesn't know English, well the wait is over!
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-your friend and writer,
Cinos0