The Right to Bear Arms

By Ravyn Karasu

Secure. Contain. Protect.The SCP Foundation strives to contain, study, understand, and if necessary, neutralize the world's anomalies, be they creatures, people, objects, places, or concepts

 

Agent Dobbs is about to retire from the world of militry service and SCP. However, there is one thing left for him to do, and that's to deliver SCP-2295 to another site. What was supposed to be one last, simple errand becomes just one more traumatic event in his life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ravyn Karasu
• Release date: Apr 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201735791

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"If you go down to the woods today,

You’re sure of a big surprise.

If you go down to the woods today,

You’d better go in disguise.

For every bear that ever was

Will gather there for certain,

Because today’s the day the

Teddy Bears have their picnic.

...Every Teddy Bear that’s been good

Is sure of a treat today.

There’s lots of marvelous things to eat

And wonderful games to play.

Beneath the trees where nobody sees

They’ll Hide & Seek as long as they please,

‘Cause that’s the way

That Teddy Bears have their picnic.

If you go down to the woods today,

You’d better not go alone!

It’s lovely down in the woods today,

But safer to stay at home!

For every bear that ever was

Will gather there for certain,

Because todays’ the day the

Teddy Bears have their picnic."

-Teddy Bear’s Picnic

ONE

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Agent Dobbs & SCP-2295

AGENT DOBBS REALLY did think he had what it took to work in a place like the SCP Foundation. He had done a tour in Afghanistan and thought himself what they’d call a hardass. However, this place—this whole organization was something so entirely different from the theater of normal human warfare that his mind just could not cope with it. He was a broken man.

He was still so young and had held so much potential. The powers that be had thought of promoting him. That was before the strapping young lad had encountered—SCP-106.

If one could call any encounter with SCP-106 a lucky one, it would have been Dobbs’ encounter. He was alive and physically no worse for wear. The anomaly had debatably shown him a great deal of mercy, something so out of character for The Old Man (otherwise known as Radical Larry or Uncle Larry by the staff—affectionately, if one could show affection to such a creature of merciless misery and evil).

There had been an accident and 106 had been freed, his floating cell touching the floor and giving him access to the rest of the facility. Dobbs was tasked with leading a D-class worker into the shin breaker to lure the creature back into the cell where it could be returned to its hovering prison. Instead, Good Ol’ Uncle Larry decided instead to kill the D-Class in some cruel way inside of his pocket dimension and take Dobbs for quite the spin.

Again, it should be clear that no serious physical injuries had befallen Dobbs. He came out without even a major scratch, but he was not the same after that. Mentally, that was another story altogether, and thus far, Dobbs had barely talked about it.

After being cleared from the infirmary and watched for a period of time, the inevitable finally occurred. No amount of amnestics would fix the damage deep in his soul. Young Dobbs was leaving the facility job, but there was one last thing to do.

A change of scenery was already helpful. Anywhere away from any possibility of facing SCP-106 again—and whatever that would entail was the best thing for him. Yet, it wouldn’t fix everything, not for long.

So, this would be his last mission, his final task. He was to make a delivery before finally saying goodbye to it all and retiring as a civilian. He accepted due to needing to be in the new area to begin anew near family. He could never tell them of this work and the terrible things he had seen. He didn’t have to. This—was a military service and like his days in Afghanistan, this would just be seen as another experience of war in some capacity.  The errand: escorting SCP-2295 to the new site for testing.

SCP-2295 was not a dangerous nor a problem SCP. It was quiet, a living and sentient creature of health and love, the very embodiment of the sweetness little boys and girls wanted in their teddy bears. It was made of patches of this fabric and that, appearing corduroy but feeling flat and smooth with just the right amount of stuffing for the best plush hugs. Stitched onto the patches was an anatomically correct patch of a heart on the left side of its chest. The embroidered smile was calm and comforting, neither too ecstatic nor depressing. The eyes were black beads and it stared with glimmering eyes out from whatever soul it held within.

What sort of experiments would it be? Not the scary vivisections one would expect. The makeup of 2295 was already something that had been explored. Now, the Foundation wanted