[The Lone Outsider] 13 – The Dreaming

The chapter is down below, just wanted to take a moment and say that my laptop's charging cable is torn, and I need to get a new one, so, I am forced to write new chapters on my old PC that has crashed about fourteen times through the writings of this chapter.

Enjoy

PS: I will buy a new cable come Thursday when I am paid from work.

[Chapter Begins]

[A/N: I recommend listening to Fade - One Reason - Deadman Wonderland. It switched on while I was writing and helped set a mood through this chapter as I wrote]

[POV Change]

Floating within the dark expanse of nothingness, a void, was a poor human soul.

'Where am I?.. Who am I?' The soul thought as it felt a disturbing chill breeze through its core.

For seconds, the soul floated there, in the empty void of nothingness, with only its chaotic thoughts to keep it company.

The seconds turned to minutes. Those minutes turned to hours. Those hours turned to days, and before long, years began to pass for the soul.

Unfortunately, it did not have the fortune to lose its mind and fall into the throes of insanity and madness.

Even more concerning, as time passed, the Soul began to see things and experience things that the mortal mind should.

As the sensations and experiences grew, eventually, the Soul began to see.

The Truth. Such a...beautiful thing.

Before, the soul was a horrifyingly large and truly Eldritch being that the soul and any mortal mind were simply incapable of describing.

Its countless eyes closed or open as they stared off beyond the void. That's when one of the eyes abruptly focused on the lone soul, and for the first time in the soul's infinitesimal existence, it felt peace as it d̴̨̛̬̮̹̭͈̮̊́̋́͑̆̔̊̇̈́͌͠r̷̩͎̩̜͇̜̊̒͐̉̚̚e̴̢͖͉̪͛̆̔͊͋̈́̽̎̒̄̕͘͠͝ǎ̸͙̭̻͕̠́͂̀̅m̴̪̜͇̊͌͛̅̈́̐̊̈́̚͘͜͝ͅe̵̡̼̩̝͕͕͚͉̬̳͖̥̯̯̔̊̅͛̍̈̅̀͛́̅͛̈́̚ͅḑ̷͖͔͕̜̾̂͐̂́̀̚ under the watchful and maddening gaze of something indescribable.

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[POV Change]

Meanwhile, surrounded and led by a contingent of guards with one lone scientist at the front, a certain God of Death and of Eldritch Nature,  Vale was happily whistling to an ominous toon that sent chills down the backs of all of those present.

As they walked along the bleak hallways, silent and hearing nothing but the whistle of the SCP they had led, the Guards began to get nervous as the haunting whistle began to pick up pace before abruptly stopping as Vale stopped dead in his tracks, causing a few of the Guards behind him to run into one another.

Right as Vale turned around to look back down the corridor from where they came, the lights suddenly shifted red as the emergency lights kicked on.

"SCP 049 has escaped containment!" A monotone voice called out over the intercoms before repeating a few times.

Sighing, the scientist spoke up, his tone filled with authority, "Iota one through five? Assist in the containment of 049, six through nine, remain with me."

"You might want to hurry," Vale commented to the Guards, "I can feel that a few souls have already passed on."

Wordlessly, five of the guards left, leaving only Vale, the four Guards, now revealed actually to be members of some Task Force and the Scientist.

Silently, the Scientist and the Guards led Vale back to his cell, where he was seated, and the Guards took up positions in the corners of the room.

When he realized that they were not taking him to the guard he put to sleep, Vale asked, "Why did you return me to my cell? Did you not want me to help that Guard regain consciousness?"

"In time. For now, we will wait until the containment breach is handled and 049 is returned to containment," The Scientist stated, seating himself at the table.

"Well, if that's the case, then I will see you in a bit," Vale stated calmly before ripping a hole in reality before him and stepping through.

"Did...Did he just leave?" The Scientist asked, confused.

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[POV Change]

With no hesitation, I decided to leave the room, opening a portal straight to my Afterlife.

I'd rather not let the Foundation feel as if they have any semblance of control over me, since if they do, they'll become more apparent with their demands and may in the future, seek to enslave me to guarantee 'Immortality' to the higher ups of the Foundation, such as the 05 Council or the Site Directors themselves.

Or perhaps it was because I simply did not want to go through yet another interview.

Pushing that thought away, I looked around, remembering where I was, the land where I trapped the pack of 939s.

Having nothing better to do, I called out, and the mostly blind and red canine-like creatures immediately turned around and charged me.

Not bothering to even move, I felt as they passed through my body, as I briefly turned permeable and fumble onto the ground behind me on one another.

They swiftly got up and shook their heads.

That's when they started using one of their species' traits, vocal mimicry.

"HELP ME!"

"Is someone there?"

"I need help! Is someone there?"

Laughing, I decided to play with them.

Raising my arm, I let 'go' as the arm wiggled and shifted before revealing an inky-black flesh underneath before the rest of my meat suit slid away, turning the ground beneath me red from the blood and viscera that I disguised my Eldritch form.

Reaching out, my flesh rose from the ground and congealed to make a solid ball of flesh, blood, bone, and organs.

As my sharp-claw like finger poked and prodded the ball, I abruptly stabbed my fingers deep into the condensed ball, infusing a bit of my will into it, turning it somewhat darker, until the flesh that made the outer shell of the ball turned inky-black.

Satisfied, I threw the ball near one of the 939s.

Having done all of that in a few moments, the 939s had no time to react before the ball landed near them.

Naturally, they quickly noticed the very faint object fly to the corner of their visions, sadly, they could not exactly smell the object.

Yet when they heard it, they immediately dashed for it, one of them accidentally kicking it, causing the rest to run further to get it.

I watched as the horrifying creatures known for killing countless unsuspecting victims played fetch, chasing the refined and remolded remains of my human meat suit.

Watching them scamper off into the forest, I waved my hand, and a mirror made purely of water appeared before me.

One thing I will say, is that after witness dear old dad and his true form with my naked human eyes, and then reborn from to match his image.

My skin was inky-black and smooth.

I had eight wriggling tentacles on my back and along my arms that led to my two five-fingered hands with claws for fingers.

My torso appeared muscular and toned, but that seemed to be more aesthetic than anything, as I didn't exactly have any organs or muscles underneath my 'skin.'

As for my face...well, I had two rather ominous red eyes, a literal floating and jagged black crown, and two large curved horns that pointed up.

The worse part was probably my mouth, with it stretching far farther than it should, with it reached all the way to the sides of my face. To make it worse, were the many jagged and sharp teeth that adorned the length of my mouth.

However, I did still luckily have a tongue and some other...features humans were known to have.

For example, ears, a tongue, a certain log resting between my legs, and more.

Sighing, I realized I'd have to put back on a meat suit, or I would end up scaring the residents of my afterlife.

Perhaps in the future I would even have the need to wear flesh again. It's just so discomforting.

Like an itch that you can't scratch, or you'll begin to bleed or worse.

[A/N: I curse you with noticing an itch that wasn't there before >:) ]

So, after a few minutes where I enjoyed the freedom of one of my two true forms, I eventually took back control, as organs, flesh, muscle, tissue, and bone began to reform over my real skin.

It felt weird as the connections and nerves rekindled, and I regained control and feeling through the flesh suit.

Sighing, I flew up into the air and started heading back to the log cabin and the souls that resided there.

It was time to get my first Totem Bearer out in the world and allow my Afterlife to get a steady collection of souls.