Leo/Ghost's POV
"HUUUURGGEHH," Peter emptied his stomach.
Though in his defense, there's a mutated corpse with its head obliterated.
Frank walked up beside me, glaring at The Doctor and his zombie drones.
"You know that freak…" He narrowed his eyes. "You mind explaining?"
We focused on The Doctor. He was just standing there, menacingly.
"Not now, we have bigger issues."
Peter lowered his mask, covering his exposed, vomit-smelling mouth.
"How unfortunate," The Doctor scribbled in his notebook. "But perhaps—"
BANG, BANG, BANG. BANG.
The zombie drones hit the ground, a bullet in each one of their heads.
"Hmm… how unfortunate," The Doctor responded.
I narrowed my eyes, trying to remember if there are any side effects if I kill him. The reason the SCP Foundation never kills its SCP, is because there's always a chance that killing them could lead to something worse. I don't wanna kill him, and accidentally release a plague onto the world.
Unfortunately, I've only seen YouTube videos. I've never dived deep into the lore, so I have no idea what will happen if he dies.
"Who the hell is this guy?!" Punisher questioned, rifle raised.
"Wait a second!" Peter jumped in front. "You guys can't just kill him, he's a living person… I think."
"I wouldn't get so close," I interrupted. "He can kill you with a single touch, literally."
"What?!"
"Another reason why we should put him down." Frank raised his rifle, only for a web shot to knock it out of his hand.
A web ball slammed into The Doctor, pinning him to the wall.
The Doctor seemed unfazed. "Interesting," he said, examining the web like the researcher he was.
"Don't be stupid, kid. He killed those people! He made them into those… things!" Frank glared at Peter.
As Frank yelled at Peter, I decided to do something more constructive.
"Answer me," My gun aimed at The Doctor, "how many did you make, 049?"
"Just the one you see now," he answered, unintimidated. "Apologies for breaking containment, but it was a rare opportunity to gather outside data."
"How did you break out of the Foundation? How did you get here?" I know he's connected to the Gacha; the question is how much.
Did the Gacha summon just him, or the entire foundation.
"Foundation?" Peter questioned.
Frank gripped his side arm. "You know something. What the hell is going on?"
DING
The sound of a Gacha notification rang through my head, thankfully i'm the only one who can hear
"What the/huh?" Frank and Peter spoke in unison, as they stared at The Doctor
A strange glow surrounded him, a mix of the colors of the rainbow.
"Oh?" The Doctor examined his body, as he slowly turned into colored particles. "How—" His body vanished before he could finish his sentence.
Well, fuck. I lowered my gun. Hopefully he's the only one the Gacha summoned. It could have been a lot worse if The Shy Guy or The Old Man was here.
"What was that?" Peter questioned.
"What the hell is going on?!" Frank glared at me.
"Trust me, you don't wanna know." Mainly because I didn't have a decent lie.
"I think I do." Frank didn't back down. "I can tell you're military…or at least you were. He knew you, and you knew him. Just who the hell are you?!"
"Okay, everybody, calm down?" Peter jumped in between. "I'm sure there's—why are you pulling out an egg?" Peter asked as I pulled out a ninja smoke bomb.
The egg hit the ground, a thick cloud of smoke engulfed us. "Dammit!" Frank reached out to grab me, all he was able to grasp was smoke.
===
After using a ninja smoke bomb and White Shadow's training to vanish, I jumped from roof to roof, diving into a stairwell to hide and examine the notification I got from the Gacha.
[SCP-049 has been captured/terminated]
Guess Peter webbing him to a wall counts.
[Gacha Event Completed: Stop The Cure]
[Gacha Event (Beta Mode) Completed]
[Gacha Base Reward: 150 XP & Event Card: SCP-049]
What's an event card?
[Event Card: Unlike normal cards, when an event card is used, it summons a specific character or item that can cause future events, which means future XP and rewards.]
Oh? So basically, if I bring him into our universe, there'll be more chances for future XP and rewards—but it's an SCP.
[New Quest: Summon The Plague Doctor]
[Reward: SCP-049 Templates]
Wow, they really want me to summon him.
Yeah, that ain't happening. The reward is tempting, but I'm not risking it. Well, at least for now.
[Name: Leo Faith]
[LV 2 (295/500)]
[Templates in Progress]
[John Rambo (96%)]
[Ty Lee (99%)]
[___]
I closed the Gacha. The streets were filled with the sound of children, trick-or-treating.
It was kind of nice, people celebrating. Kids in costumes, the night lit up by decorations. It almost made me forget… almost.
No point in spending the rest of the night alone. I should meet up with the group, but… how am I going to explain my absence?
===
"You what?!" Gwen and Harry asked in unison.
After changing back into my Grinch costume, I met up with the group and explained why my phone call took so long.
"You got arrested?" Ned asked.
"No, they just wanted to talk to me," I corrected. My lie was complicated and kind of funny. "Some guy wearing a Grinch costume was stealing decorations, they assumed it was me."
"I don't believe you." Harry was going to be harder to convince.
"Why would I lie about that?" Time to gaslight him.
"I don't know?!"
"Why'd they let you go?" Ned asked.
"The guy had a change of heart and returned everything."
MJ narrowed his eyes. "…you're fucking with us, aren't you?"
"He has to be," Harry added.
"You guys believe me, right?" I asked Ned and Gwen.
"Nope/no," they answered in unison.
"…hurtful."
Peter ran up to the group, out of breath. Perfect, I needed a distraction.
I sniffed the air. "Dang, I didn't know it was that bad."
"Huh?" Peter was confused.
"You left because your stomach hurt, and you came back smelling like vomit," I stated like it was obvious.
Ned sniffed Peter and recoiled in disgust. "Ugh, he's right. You okay, Pete?"
"Ugh…" Peter stumbled. Even when I set up a lie for him, he still fumbles it.
"Do you wanna go home?" MJ asked.
"Well, I—"
Harry took a step away. "If you're throwing up, try to aim it away from me."
"Well, it's—I—" Peter stumbled over his words as he tried to lie. He was terrible at it.
Well, at least the attention is off of me.
===
3rd Person POV
Captain George Stacy pulled up in his squad car, cigarette in hand, badge clipped to his jacket.
"What's the situation?" He questioned his officer.
"Well—I…" The officer struggled to explain. "I think it's better if you see it yourself."
Today was hectic, to say the least. Originally, he was planning on staying home. Since Gwen decided to go out with some friends, somebody needed to hand out candy.
It was supposed to be a peaceful night, but now he's being called in about an incident at a morgue.
He ducked under the police tape, his cigarette hit the ground in shock.
Four by the entrance, two across the courtyard, and in the center… well, he wasn't sure what it was he was looking at.
"What—what the hell happened here?" he questioned. It was a horrific sight.
Its body was a mess. One of its arms was massive, bulging at weird angles, covered in strange lumps. Its entire head—gone. Like it had been blown apart, leaving behind only a stump.
Off to the side, a trio of officers held their caps to their chests. At their feet were two bodies, covered in tarps. Their uniforms were still visible. It's always unfortunate when you lose one of your own.
George began to look around, searching for any camera that could provide some insight—anything to explain what the hell this is.
He stopped. In the window was a man, phone in hand. They ducked behind the curtain when he realized he was spotted.
"Well, looks like we have a witness."
He took a step and almost tripped. At his feet was some sort of sticky, white substance.
"What the—?"
===
"What?" Leo answered the phone. Conrad was calling him again.
The rest of the group was watching a man juggle flaming pins. It's not as cool as you think it would be. It was for a moment, but it got boring real quick.
"Bad news, boss. Somebody caught the aftermath of your scuffle—"
"Did they catch me on camera? Spider-Man? Punisher?"
"No, it looks like they only got the aftermath. What do you want me to do? They posted it to Insta. I can wipe it from the app before it gets too much attention."
Leo took a deep breath. "Okay, check the video. Make sure there's nothing that can link me or the others to it. After that, check to see if it violates our terms of service."
"You got it, boss."
"If everything checks out, leave the video alone."
"Uhmm… are you sure, boss?"
"That's the sucky thing about the internet. Once something is on there, it never vanishes. If it's going to be online, then at least Instagram will have the original."
"Who are you talking to?" Gwen asked, a pair of slushies in hand.
"Heh, it's nothing important." Leo hung up the phone and grabbed one of the slushies.
===
"Aww, are you a little princess?" Maria asked the little girl, dressed in a yellow gown like Cinderella.
"Yes, ma'am." The girl gave her a toothy grin, holding up her Halloween basket for some candy.
"Here you go, sweetie." Maria placed the candy in the girl's basket.
"Thank you!" The girl ran back to her mother, ready for the next house.
Maria sighed as she went back into her home and closed the door. She sat at her dining room table, stacks of papers spread out.
Being a social service worker wasn't an easy job, looking after dozens of children, making sure they are healthy and happy, trying to prevent any of them from falling through the cracks.
She grabbed a file: Leo Faith. It's a complicated case. His parents left him a large inheritance that social services has been managing. He refused to be put in a foster home, choosing to live alone in the house his parents left him.
Maria does bi-monthly check-ins over the phone, and the occasional visit.
"Oh no…" She examined the file.
He's requested emancipation, which would give him full access to his inheritance. She's seen this too many times, teens blowing through their inheritance.
Unfortunately, she can't do anything to stop it. He's proven capable of taking care of himself and maintaining his grades. She just hoped that he was smart enough to manage his inheritance, or at least not rely on it completely like the others did.
===
Martin let out a sigh. Working for TMZ was a soul-sucking job.
It's Halloween—he should be partying—but nope. Instead, he's hunched over his computer, writing an article on the 'new' Facebook, Instagram.
The app was created by a new startup called Omni Work. It wouldn't be that big of a deal if it wasn't for the fact that Omni Work was founded by a group of teenagers.
Harry Osborn, the son of Norman Osborn.
Peter Parker and Ned Leeds, a pair of boys from Queens, nothing special.
Finally, Leo Faith, a name that sounded all too familiar. He pulled out an old article.
"What do you know?"
"Poor kid." While it's unfortunate, it's nothing worth digging into.
Yet something in his gut told him there was more.
Martin started to dive into both Leo and Hope Faith's background. It took a moment, but eventually he found something.
About 15 years ago, Hope Faith was caught in a scandal.
"Poor kid."
Martin won't include it in the article, but sooner or later, people are going to figure out Leo Faith is Hope Faith's son—which means he's also a Bricktin.
Leo's life is about to get a lot harder. Let's hope his grandparents are decent people.