Over One-Hundred Kilometers
Donald walked, rather rode, around the quiet streets. The moonlight were enough to lit up the dark road. Donald felt a little daring that night, he was over the speed of limit. Nobody was watching over his cameras, or tracking his location, plus, the coast was clear.
It was over 100 km/h, on a 60 km/h lane. His wheels were rolling like crazy. He had a smile on his face, chuckling to himself.
To Donald's surprise, there was a red and blue light approaching him from afar. He saw an old police cruiser, going as fast, if not faster. How could such an old car be able to go faster him?.
Donald tried to accelerate, but no matter what he did, the cruiser would bump into his bumper, which felt... Weird, to say the least. He picks up a Foundation cellphone in the front passenger's seat, but the cruiser bumps into him hard enough to knock it out of his reach. Donald gets his hands on an extra device in the compartment of the car, calling out desperately for help as the bumps got harder and harder.
Meanwhile, at the foundation, Dr. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ was sleeping in his chair. He had been working restlessly, and he passed out during work time. An alarm suddenly blares, and he wakes up in a startle. Its was that alarm that was heard when SCP-9100 was in danger. Dr. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ opened the software used to communicate with him and saw the messages "Help! I'm being pulled over!!!! XC"
"Good God, what has this guy gotten himself into..." Says Dr. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇, as he tracks down his location. He immediately sends the location to his higher ups, who sent a group of MTF designated Xi-13 to that road.
Dr. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ was still getting messages, one more worrying than the other. Another researcher comes in the room, referred to as Dr. Charles.
"What the fuck is going on, ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇?!" Says Charles, erratic with all the loud alarms blaring.
"Donny! He's in danger! He- He's..." ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ was hyperventilating. He picked up a nearby bag to calm himself down, but it did nothing.
Charles looked over at the computer screen, seeing the messages being sent. A description of who was following Donald, with deadly intentions.
"...Oh... My God." Charles says, staring with wide eyes. "...W-What?!" ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ asks, standing behind Charles.
"...I fear... Object 9100... Is having an encounter with.." Charles looks at ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇.
"...Object 973."
Donald finally comes to a stop, parking near a forest. He was tired... But the same couldn't be said about his follower.
Smokey got out of the cruiser, his aviator glasses covering his eyes and brown moustache over his mouth. He was truly a mysterious anomaly.
His steps are slow, but loud enough for Donald to hear and feel getting closer. He felt scared, he hadn't been pulled over by an officer since 2016. The man wondered what his reaction would be, knowing this wasn't a normal police officer, and when the Mobile Task Force would arrive at the scene.
Smokey suddenly knocks on the window, startling Donald. He scrolls the window down to the point where only his eye is visible.
"...Hey... officer.." Donald is very nervous. He doesn't see a word come out of this mysterious officer's mouth.
Smokey puts his aviator glasses on his forehead, then his pupils glow red, before trying to punch the window open, only to be met with a pain in his knuckle and a screaming Donald. "OWW... OWWW..."
The window was also a strong part of Donald's body, so it hurt a lot. Smokey feels a bit of pain, which is unusual, and he is clearly confused with his head tilting to the side. Smokey grabs the window, pulling it down ever so slowly with an unusual force, to the point his veins are showing. Donald moans in pain, as the inside of his body is slowly revealed to the other anomaly.
Smokey was... Shocked, to say the least. His pupils, still red, go wide. "..What the fuck..." He says, as he looks at Donald's car body. Donald pulls his shirt down, before Smokey pulls the hem of his shirt, his glare worsening by the second.
"What's wrong with you, kid? Where's your pants?" Smokey says, squinting his eyes at him.
"... N-nothing... I... I'm... Just like this... Normally..." Donald says, sweating bullets in a rather cold environment.
"...I wish I was still an actual officer, so I could arrest ya for public indecency..." Smokey gets smug "... But since I'm not... I gotta give ya a "special" treatment."
Smokey starts raising his fists, until...
"HALT!"
The group of MTF units have arrived. They were indeed rapid. Smokey stops to stare at them, before huffing and looking back at Donald.
"... You're in luck, darn exhibitionist."
Smokey says, before letting Donald go and turning his attention to the MTF units. He raises the two of his arms, apparently surrending as they get closer, before suddenly disappearing with his cruiser, as usual.
After the events that took on, a group of researchers arrived at the scene to check on Donald, including Dr. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇. Donald affirmed that he was okay, but he was certainly not going to get as daring as he was at the start of this tale.
"Over One Hundred Kilometers" . Le Uncontaniables
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SCP-9100's original file: https://rentry.co/scp-9100
PLEASE go read SCP-973! I honestly love that SCP and i wish he had more recognition in the community :)
https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-973
This was slightly inspired by the "Capone" tale. Also go read it.
https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/capone