I was right it was a very long day indeed. I had to rescue multiple MTF members, stop humans from being stupid, get the demons to leave, and finally get those reality anchors in place. It was nonstop, either demons needed to be cleared out or the anchors needed to be protected because demons were trying to destroy it.
Back, and forth all day long. The only good news was that this was almost over. I had secured enough of the surrounding area for our forces to focus directly on Caesar's Palace. Our plan was simple, get into this palace and try to get Pluto to leave. I had gotten word from multiple sources that Pluto was the mastermind behind all this crap. Why, and for what reason no one really knew. Either way it was time to try and rectify it.
The members of this team were the MTF members, Randall House the occult scientist, Ethan James the theologist scientist, myself, and finally the Applied Force Liaison Joseph Kurtz
Our team entered the building and entered the underground area.
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Alpha: Didn't know this place had an underground place.
Kurtz: It doesn't alpha. These rocks are new.
House: Stinks of Sulfur. Damn demons…no offense
SCP-8937: I am not a demon though.
Kurtz: After what we saw on your cam. Yeah, I would say you are a demon
SCP-8937: Hey. You guys said to go all out.
Beta: Alright we are getting close. Safeties off, say your prayers and hope this SCP can get us the fuck out.
{Personnel descended further into the tunnels. After several minutes of walking they reached an elevator door]
House: Its an elevator?
SCP-8937: [Looks at House]…yeah. We can see that
Kurtz: No shit einstein.
House: Do we go in?
SCP-8937: We cant go back? I say we go in.
Kurtz: Agreed
[kurtz presses the elevator call button, and waits for twenty-nine seconds. The elevator doors open, revealing a large hotel suite looking out over Las Vegas. A man in a bathrobe wearing a tophat is seated in front of the window, sipping from a teacup. ]
Kurtz: Da fuck?
SCP-8937: What happened…and what the fuck
Uknown: Welcome. Oh how silly of me. I forget to make myself presentable. Here take a seat
[Chairs appeared, and members were forced to sit down in them]
Uknown: Sorry about that
SCP-8937: Your Pluto right? The Roman god of death. How does that work anyway. No offense, just there are a lot of gods of death. Also you don't have relationship with the…other…one yes? The Greek one yes
Unknown: Finally. Someone knows the difference. Yes I am the Roman god of death, and No I have no relationship with those people. Being a death god is simply really, you just make sure souls stay where they are. Easy job.
Beta: Hey I thought Greek, and roman gods were the same
SCP-8937/Pluto: That's racist
Beta: Jesus, I didn't m-
Pluto: Don't say his name please. I don't have the best relationship with him or that fucking dick sucker satan
SCP-8937: Huh. So Jesus is real. I need to really get out more.
KURTZ: Well, this has been fun, but so sorry to say that we're here for business, not pleasure. Is it true you're responsible for the shitshow going on outside?
Pluto: Yes. That would be me. Do you want me to explain the history of this place or
House: No. SCP-.. I mean Max filled us in.
Pluto: Oh?
SCP-8937: Yeah, had to talk and persuade some of those guys to get this information. But, hopefully we can resolve this quickly so things can go back to normal.
PLUTO: Yeah, no sorry. I like you guys but I have an army of demons and humans who will pay out of the ass to gamble, drink, and fuck. I'm about to pull an economic takeover, baby.
Kurtz: Could you not do that….Please
Pluto: Did you really think that would work?
Kurtz: Worth a shot. Plan B get him
[MTF members fire at Pluto with Holy water, water splashes off his bathrobes harmlessy]
Kurtz: SCP-8937 why aren't you attacking.
SCP-8937: [looks at Kurtz confused] Excuse me? How in the world do you want me to fight a God. Of. Death. I am not getting paid enough for that.
Pluto: Kids got a point. You cant take down the king, and you cant stop me
House: What if we make a bet
Pluto: Go on
House: We win you guys leave and go back to hell. You win you can have Vegas.
Pluto: How about we add your soul into the mix. Make it more of a personally risk for you. What is the game
House: Deal. The game is Magic the Gathering
SCP-8937: Nerd…
Pluto: Pick a real fucking game
House: Fine, Blackjack
SCP-8937: And hookers
Kurtz: Would you stop that.
SCP-8937: Sorry.
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We made our way towards the room where the game would be played. Everyone was nervous except for me and Pluto. I didn't care if this place went to hell, not my problem. That was the Foundation problem to worry about. I was more interested in Pluto himself. I wonder if he can teach me some stuff. To have a literal death god teach you was a once in a thousand lifetime opportunity. I didn't know if I should take it or not. It took some time to get the game ready, and during that time I realized that it probably wasn't a good idea. It was a "oh I have money and want fancy car" moment. The game started, and it didn't look good for house.
He was probably going to lose, oh well. But it was at the last few minutes, the last cards were shown and House somehow won.
" House wins the hand. Contract has been sealed"
"Nice playing with you Pluto, maybe we can do it again sometimes."
"I believe you will be playing with some of my colleagues though"
Pluto went on to explain, what I had told them. Paradise was owned by demons and would continue to be owned by them regardless of what happened here.
"What the hell. I thought getting rid of him would get this whole thing back to normal" I looked at House like he was an idiot. Then I noticed that everyone else had the same frustrated look.
"Why? This place is owned by demons. If anything the only thing you did was get rid of the guy holding this place together."
"What do you mean"
"I mean. No king, in a place full of demons. Demons own legitimate businesses here. You would have to take all that away from them, and someone fight for Paradise. Which honestly seems like a lot of work."
"Well good thing we have you 8937. To help this."
I looked at this man in absolute shock. There was no way that he was serious about this.
"ugh..Why am I not surprised in this. At this point you might as well make me Site Director"
"Don't give anyone, any ideas you might regard in the future."
"I don't plan on it"
We left the underground area and got back into the transport vehicles. Leadership needed to be brief, the science team needed to figure out how to get rid of the demonic energy safely, and finally the US Government needed to know that paradise was legally bought and owned by demons. The team leadership of our group were trying to figure out a way to keep this place stabilized while the scientist worked on a solution to the excess amounts of demon energy.
House thought that I had a solution to the problem, which I had to remind him that I did not. I also had to remind the team that I was not a "know it all", and that I only had basic knowledge about the place.
It was 40 minutes later that we were in the briefing room.
"And that is what we have to report sir" House finished his report on what happened during this whole incident to the council members.
"Very well. Are we to believe that this mission was a success" one of the members said, after he spoke House turned to me to answer that question.
"No necessarily."
"Explain"
I continued "While Pluto the god that was more or less the one behind the incident. It should be noted in the report I had sent that Paradise is owned by demons. We didn't stop any invasion or the sort at all."
"Yes, we read the report. What are you saying?"
"I am saying that we should inform the US about this. Let them know that we have this place under control, but that it was them that sold the land to demons in the first place."
"Negative, telling them won't do anything but make our standing worse with them."
"But-"
"Negative 8937, You are to stand down and cease this line of thinking immediately. As far as the US is concerned the incident has been resolved."
"But that leaves the demon problem. They will come up to Earth, and this reality. Who is to say that something like this wont happen again. I say we should at least try to maybe make a treaty with them."
"…Treaty with demons?"
"Yes. We can request that they at least registered with us. Let a demon get registered, give a fake name and whatever else. That way we can monitor them-"
"How do you suppose we monitor these demons? That is a lot of resources and funding that the Foundation could and would use for something more…reliable."
"I know, but hear me out. That is why I want the US involved. Give them something to do, make them pay for it or something. Give me a few days, and I can make contact with the upper management of the demon side."
"Your proposal 8937 simply isn't feasible. It is better to have an anti-equipment set, normal Foundation protocols in place for containment and the US in the dark on this. We cannot have them losing faith in the Foundation, and its mission."
"B-bu-"
"The answer is final 8937. You are to assist in keeping Las Vegas, and Paradise under control until a time when the Site is fully constructed."
"Constructing this new place is going to take too long. What about the other stuff you guys had me doing? The MTF training, and the being part of an MTF team. What happened with that?"
"Your performance during this incident has led to the agreement that training you isn't worth the resources. We are gathering a team together, until such time you are on stand-by."
"What about my research, and getting into 'otherworld'"
"You can teleport cant you? MTF Zeta-9, along with a team of our researchers are already being transported to the initial site of this nexus. You will assist them by opening the door on the other side for them."
Muttering under my breath "fucking slavers"
"So what, I have to not only protect this place but also help map out the nexus. Isn't that a bit much? I don't even know how to open the gate anyway. What about Dr. Selene or my research?"
"That is not your concern at present. You will assist Zeta-9 in the nexus exploration and will help assist Foundation in maintaining Las Vegas."
Addendum 8937-A:
SCP-8937 has demonstrated a persistent and compulsive fascination with the creation of artificial lifeforms. The exact methods through which these entities are produced, as well as the biological mechanisms governing their function, remain undetermined. Current research has failed to identify whether this compulsion constitutes a conscious coping mechanism or an involuntary, subconscious drive inherent to SCP-8937's anomalous nature.
At present, there are no known means of containment or suppression for this compulsion. As a provisional countermeasure, SCP-8937 is to remain under constant occupational engagement to minimize unregulated activity.
Following directive approval from the O5 Council, Mobile Task Force training for SCP-8937 has been suspended indefinitely. It has been theorized that future interaction between SCP-8937 and SCP-076-2 may assist in the mutual containment and behavioral stabilization of both entities.
Until such time as MTF Omega-7 ("Pandora's Box") is formally established and fully operational, SCP-8937 is to remain stationed within the Las Vegas Containment Zone and the associated extradimensional construct designated "Otherworld."
All artificial organisms or research materials created by SCP-8937 are to be designated Anomalous Instance-8937-[X] and are to be terminated immediately under standard Foundation decontamination protocols.
Upon full operational status of MTF Omega-7, SCP-8937 is to be reassigned for joint training with Omega-7 personnel under the supervision of its proposed field commander, SCP-076-2.