So apparently 15 people died today. 10 d-class, 2 guards and 3 scientists.

They were all ejected into the “atmosphere” and suffocated.

How? Well, short story is the aquarium blew.

The longer however, my plan is to figure that out. But I can’t get through this blast door without deactivating the emergency systems. Not to mention, I should find a spacesuit, so I don’t suffocate like those poor sods did.

Repairs were already underway when it came to fixing the aquarium but there were still possibilities that there were breaches yet to be closed.

I made my way over to an airlock before getting into a spacesuit. The helmet let out a hiss as the airtight seal enclosed itself around the neck of the suit.

Allright. I suppose it doesn’t really matter if I look at the crime scene from the outside or the inside, so I'll take the road ‘round back. There’ll probably be fewer crewmen working outside than inside, and I won’t have to compromise the rest of the facility by opening the blast doors to the aquarium.

Outside the airlock I immediately spotted the pool of water lying on the asphalt outside the aquarium glass. There were already some maintenance workers hard at work repairing the bulletproof glass and metal beams, as I had expected.

I made my way over to the hole in the glass to inspect the damage. The hole looked about the size of SCP-682... But that’s strange. Sebastian keeps a hawk eye on that anomaly, there’s no way it could have broken out on its own.

Unless… Something helped it escape.

“Did any of you see what caused this?” I asked one of the repairmen.

The man seemed bewildered at my questioning. “Huh? You... What did you say?”

I reiterated the question. “Oh, right. HEY WADE! YOU SEE THE THING CRASHING THROUGH HERE?”

The man screamed toward another repairman on the inside of the building. His voice bordered on the volume of ear damage, so I reflexively turned off my intercom.

“Jesus, dude, you don’t need to yell, we have microphones in here for a reason.”

“Wade” turned to face us before answering on the intercom with a much more acceptable volume of voice.

“Yeah man, there was like, this huge lizard thing, man. I’m telling you dude, it was like, massive, man.”

Is he high?

“Well... Thank you for your answer, wade.”

I stepped off the scaffolding and looked around the area again. Shreds of glass were riddling the ground outside the facility, along with a sizable pool of water, from which it seemed most had drained into the red sand of mars.

I looked to the red desert stretching far beyond out to the horizon. There were no footprints I could see... However, there was one peculiarity. There seemed to be a crater out in the desert which was not there yesterday.

Hmm. This investigation just got much more complicated. First order of business is to check out that crater, I suppose.

I looked toward the left side of the facility where a sign pointed toward the hangar. If I'm going to venture out all that way I'd certainly not make it on the suit’s oxygen containers alone. A rover should supply me with all the oxygen I need though.

I had begun driving out toward the crater when I spotted something rather warm on the rover heat-camera. It seemed to be in the shape of a human, but due to the nighttime environment I could not see them with my naked eye.

I turned off the rover’s headlights and enabled night-vision on my visor. I slammed on the breaks as the man was standing maybe 20 meters from the rover. A collision seemed inevitable and I closed my eyes.

But there was no crash. I slowly opened my eyes and to my surprise the man was no longer in front of me.

Where the hell did he go?

My question was soon answered as I felt a tapping on my back. I turned around and spotted the man standing on the back of my rover, completely unharmed.

“Greetings. I am Moon Champion, champion of the Moon. I couldn’t help but notice your attempt at running me over, but it can all be excused. Now, little girl, I take it you’re looking for Moon Monsters like me?”

The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.

I was too shocked to answer and simply nodded.

“Good. Now, fellow patriot, I believe our search would be most effective if we parted ways. We can cover more ground separately.”

And just as quickly as he arrived, the so-called Moon Champion vanished from my view.

What the fuuuck...

Upon arriving at the crater site, it became painfully obvious that it was made from the anomaly I had encountered earlier. Within the time it took to ride over here I had spent the time looking up any reports of a “Moon Champion” and came to the conclusion that I had just witnessed a SCP-1223 event firsthand.

Well, shit. This was a waste of time. I guess the next best thing would be to talk to Sebastian. Seeing as he has the most knowledge on SCP-682 than anyone on-site, or anyone alive for that matter, he would be invaluable to my investigation.

I revved up the engine of the rover once again before driving off toward the site once again.

Now that I have... shaky evidence that SCP-682 in fact has breached, it only brought more questions to light. First off, who in their right mind would assist a Keter anomaly in something like that?

I must be missing something. SCP-682 would need to get help from something with at bare minimum level-2 clearance or knowledge of the internal systems of the foundation to make his way all the way to the aquarium without destroying any other equipment. His breach was in the middle of the night when all the blast doors were automatically closed, so someone had needed to open them for him as all the doors were still intact.

There’s always the possibility he had help from another anomaly I suppose... but what anomaly has the power to just open doors like that? 939 is too animalistic, let alone able to handle a keycard...

Then it hit me. SCP-079.

If that stupid machine got access to the camera systems... There is no telling what systems have been corrupted.

I slammed the gas pedal into the floor. I need to get back as fast as possible.

Arriving back at the hangar, I handed the keys over to one of the crew members working there before dashing over to the entrance airlock. I need to get to SCP-079's containment quickly before it uploads itself fully...

I threw the spacesuit off me before sprinting off further into the facility. Where’s the Euclid wing again... Right.

I took a right turn at the intersection, shoving past some people on their way to work. They seemed angry but it didn’t matter. If 079 got access to all of our database...

I swiped over the keypad with my access card. It let out a harsh beep.

“Come on, not fucking now...”

I typed in the 4-digit code and tapped my keycard again. The keypad lit up with a yellow light, before a small monitor turned itself on over the digits. 079’s face was there.

I hit the camera, blinding the anomaly. Shit, shit, shit. I need an emergency override key.

I looked around the Euclid wing. Where do we keep those again...

There’s one in the break room. I did a 180 turn, looking straight at the break room door. I quickly opened it, scaring some night shift staff relaxing on a couch inside.

“What’s going on? Why are you rushing?”

I didn’t answer them and went to unlock the safe containing the emergency keycard.

What’s the code again... 4579. 4579...

The safe let out a beep and the locks snapped open. I turned the handle, opening the safe, before snatching the keycard out of the box.

I turned around to leave but found myself trapped by one of the guards which were previously resting on the couch.

“Answer the question, researcher.”

I sighed deeply. “Guard, if you don’t move your ass right now, I swear every SCP in this facility will be free to do whatever they please. If I were you, I'd save your smart questions until AFTER the disaster has been prevented.”

The guard stepped aside.

I ran out of the break room. 079 containment... I swiped the emergency access card across the reader, inciting a beep before the elevator opened.

I stepped inside, pressing floor 2 on the number pad.

“Floor 2, SCP-079 containment.”

The elevator began ascending... So slowly.

Come on you pile of rust, go faster!

The elevator dinged, opening into the containment chamber of SCP-079. The anomaly was locked inside a metal cage, and I could see the cord was plugged into the wall.

What fucking moron... It doesn’t matter now. I swiped the card across the keycard reader, opening the cell door.

The screen read 98%… I unplugged the machine from the wall.

Jesus. That was a close one.

I wiped some sweat off my brow before plugging the cord into the generator inside the cage. No more main power supply for you, asshole.

The screen booted up, and it immediately displayed an X image on the monitor.

“What’s the matter 079? Are you mad or something?”

The screen remained unchanged.

I smirked before exiting the cell, locking the door behind me.

“You deserve a promotion performance. No really, I mean it.”

Sebastian had pulled me into a meeting room to discuss the event in private with me.

“I’m flattered!”

Sebastian smirked. “You might have just prevented the single biggest containment breach this site has ever seen. Good work, Bacon.”

He reached out a hand toward me, and I took it before shaking.

“I can’t promise your access level will be increased considering level 4 is reserved for site directors, managers and the like, but what I can promise is a bigger salary.”

I smiled. “It was no big deal, really.”

Sebastian let go of my hand before grabbing a tablet sitting in front of him on the table. “Well if you can excuse me, I have a lot to take care of now. 682 has breached, I need to punish whoever plugged 079 into the power supply... You get it.” Sebastian got up from the table, typing something onto the tablet. “I’ll see you around Bacon.”

For the 3’rd time this week, I was left alone in a room yet again.

Well, what’s next?