[Analysis of currently contained SCP-CN-████-1 reveals the following:]
The object is a small spacecraft capable of FTL travel.
It possesses equipment that can temporarily violate physical laws.
Its design purpose is escape.
It contains life-support systems for approximately 1.7 human-equivalent beings for extended periods.
The audience was baffled.
They had assumed SCP-CN-████ was the Screaming Demon—but this suggested something else entirely.
An advanced civilization.
But if they had such technology…
Why were they running?
And what were they running from?
The Mystery Deepens
[SCP-CN-████-1 contains an extraterrestrial lifeform of unknown origin. Due to lack of anomalous properties, it is designated POI-7*7.]
POI-7*7 exhibits human-level (or higher) intelligence and displays cooperative behavior.
Its civilization references "Hy-Thoth mythology" but denies affiliation with GOI-3088 ("Second Hy-Thoth Church").
Refers to "Koru-Tusa" as "pioneers who opposed 'Wo-Wu'" and reveres "Lakmu-Le."
POI-7*7 has since ceased biological activity.
The chat group erupted:
"So it's an alien civilization? But why the religious overtones?"
"What the hell are they fleeing? And how does this connect to the Screaming Demon?"
Then—
The screen shifted to classified Foundation footage.
[Event "Nightless Dark" – Surveillance Recording CN-████.001]
Space. The void. Stars.
Suddenly—
Distortion.
A researcher's voice crackled: "Solar magnetic field destabilizing—"
Before anyone could react—
A glowing, fractal Sierpiński triangle erupted across the ecliptic plane, its edges bleeding redshift and blueshift light.
The multiverse gasped.
Then—
A 120,000 km-wide crimson gas sphere materialized at the triangle's center.
"Composition: 67.12% nitrogen, 21.49% oxygen, 11.08% unknown, trace inert gases."
The audience was stunned.
The Foundation's calm analysis felt surreal against the cosmic horror unfolding.
The Fleet Arrives
From the gas cloud emerged SCP-CN-████-1—
A fleet of coffin-like vessels, their designs a fusion of gothic religion and hyper-science.
They moved in perfect formation, each ship aligned with the triangle's earlier light-points.
Then—
The gas sphere spiraled toward the sun.
Saint Elmo's fire crackled across the ships' prows.
Five seconds later—
Cherenkov radiation erupted.
The gas ignited into violet plasma.
The fleet vanished—
—except one.
Its engines sputtered and died.
Earth's Nightmare
The lone ship's hull glowed gold, strange symbols flickering across its surface.
The remaining gas coiled into a ring, hurtling toward the sun—
—until overheating tore it apart.
Silent explosions.
Blue ionized trails.
Then—
Earth was bombarded by charged particles.
Auroras lit the night.
Radio waves scrambled globally.
The footage ended with:
[SCP-CN-████-1 SUCCESSFULLY CONTAINED.]
Dead silence.
The Pursuit Fails
[MTF-Ding-You-258 "Vacuum Clamp" – Mission Log]
Objective: Track SCP-CN-████-1 fleet.
Result: Failure.
A white-haired scientist debriefed:
"We traced radiation signatures but found nothing. No Hume fluctuations. No spatial curvature changes."
"Conclusion: The fleet didn't just break lightspeed—they entered tachyonic space."
DC Universe – The Watchtower
The Flash's eyes widened. "Tachyonic space?! That's—"
"—where time flows backward."
Wonder Woman paled. "So if we entered…"
"We'd age in reverse. Fetus. Then nothing."
Back on-screen, the scientist dropped another bombshell:
"Agent Ding-You-258-5 is missing."
A colleague frowned. "Who?"
"Check the database."
"...There's no record of that number."
The audience shivered.
Someone had been erased.
POI-7*7's Memories
[Neural Exploration Log – POI-7*7]
Deceased subject's brain stabilized via temporal anchoring.
Memories extracted via neuro-imaging.
The screen dissolved into static—
—then resolved into a nightmarish vision:
A massive prism, its base studded with seven-sided spikes.
An old man, half his body replaced by machinery, cables snaking into a 300-meter-tall construct of interlocking gears.
Hundreds of human faces pulsed across the metal, their features glowing blue.
The audience screamed.