The Insane Asylum

[Lady Ashenwyte]

Cut short? Fool. Your Foundation is being uprooted right now. Also, I don't appreciate the fact that you chose to lock me in the janitor's closet. And stop using those class toilet bowl amnesiacs, they don't work. *Bursts out out the cell and brandishes scythe* I plan to have the asylum nice and ready for the new arrivals by lunchtime, so get out.

[Groddil]

Amnestic! The word is "Amnestic!" And you're right, I shouldn't be here. Too many anomalies...Fortunately, I'm safe and sound in Site-01, and the being you are speaking with is a holographic projection of myself. As for the foundation being uprooted, I believe it is the other way round. We've enacted Protocal 13, you see. The complete destruction of all other GOIs. The Serpent's Hand, The Church, The Global Occult Coalition. All of them, gone. Whomever your masters are, they're dead. You can either turn Site-82 over to the Foundation, and stay onsite as a director, or deny, which will lead to MTF Alpha-01 "Red Right-Hand" executing you immediately. Your choice.

[Feles]

Sociopathic cat cultist me sides with ashenwyte in the upcoming war

[Hickory]

Secure Contain Protect, I side with Groddil.

[Lady Ashenwyte]

My master? Don't make me laugh. I serve none, for I am the Serpent and I am the Broken God and I am Chaos. The leaders of the Foundation lie dead in a pool of their own blood, and confusion reigns uncontested among their servants. Surrender now, or my scythe will taste blood now.     

[Groddil]

My master? Don't make me laugh. I serve none, for I am the Serpent and I am the Broken God and I am Chaos. The leaders of the Foundation lie dead in a pool of their own blood, and confusion reigns uncontested among their servants. Surrender now, or my scythe will taste blood now.   

Really? You expect me to believe that? Liar. You don't even know where Site-01 is. Nobody does. Bar the people that work there, of course. And we never leave. Deliverymen who bring food are shot afterwards. Site-01 is the closest guarded secret in the world. Area-51? We built it to cover up our true facilities. Procedure 110-Montauk? A sad process intended for the greater good.

[Lady Ashenwyte]

Truly you are a madman. *Locks Groddil in a cell*

[Groddil]

* Groddil's hologram disappears. MTF Alpha-01's commanding officer, Samuel Davidson, throws out another hologram of Groddil.

When will you understand? You cannot touch the Foundation. All of the others have tried and failed. And maybe we are insane. But we do this for the good of mankind. We secure, we contain, and we protect. We die in the dark so that you can live in the light. Everything that the Foundation does, everyone it hurts, it is done to protect our species as a whole.

[Russa Nodrey]

*Covers my ears* Lies! All lies!

[Feles]

And yet, the foundation can barely contain the things it protects, several of your sites have been overrun by the creatures it has "contained"

[Groddil]

Secure Contain Protect, I side with Groddil.

Thank you, O5-6.

And yet, the foundation can barely contain the things it protects, several of your sites have been overrun by the creatures it has "contained"

That was because of Bright, Clef, and the others. They have summarily been dealt with by the Ethics Committee. Now, with the exception of SCP-682, we have a 95% rate on prevention of attempted containment breaches.

[Lady Ashenwyte]

I grow tired of this game. *Snaps fingers, and Groddil is in his cell* I do hope you enjoyed the exercise.

[Groddil]

So do I, Ashenwyte. You can continue your delusions of grandeur, but know that the Foundation is the true power behind Site-82, or "The Asylum," as you put it. Come to think of it, you are doing the Foundation a favor. The public believes this place to be an asylum, with no idea of the Foundation's presence. Kudos, and farewell. Mobile Task Force Alpha-01 are leaving now, but the guards and researchers will stay here to help you. Provided you don't try to RELEASE any of the subjects, of course.

* holoGroddil disappears. MTF Alpha-01 "Red Right-Hand" vacates the asylum.

[Lady Ashenwyte]

The patient continues to hallucinate. Time to send him to sleep. *Gas fills the cell and Groddil goes to sleep*

[Groddil]

Groddil Clone #1697329752341 begins to yawn within its cell. Before falling into unconsciousness, the fox manages to mutter:

"Too many of us...Site-01...dunno where it...*yawn* izzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"