Amazing stories, by Regigigas_YT

  I was eight years old when my father just vanished. A normal drive back home, one like any other, not worth remembering suddenly turned into the most important and tragic event in my life.   My mother was at the wheel, driving our old Toyota, I was in the back seat, and he was in the passenger seat. It was late at night, we were returning from a school event, they were talking, as usual, speaking about how well I had done at the recital or something. Suddenly, dad told mom that we should stop for a second at the gas station, he had to do something quickly, mom let out a giggle and pulled over, we sat and waited for a bit. As the minutes slowly and painfully turned into an hour, mom's expression changed from patience into worry, and then into something I hadn't seen before in her: fear. She got off, leaving the car door open behind her, the cold air of the night brushing against my fur, I grasped the armrest firmly. Not even two minutes passed, she had returned, alone, "E...

The sun rose lazily over the rolling fields of Golden Hills, its golden rays casting long shadows across the quaint town nestled in a lush valley. The soft hum of morning life filled the air—birds chirped from the branches of oak trees, the gentle clatter of breakfast dishes echoed from open windows. Golden Hills was a place where time felt slower—but not in a bad way. It was the sort of town where people knew your name—and your quirks, too. That’s why no one batted an eye when the sound of a loud BANG reverberated from the wooden shed in the corner of the Zonai family’s yard, followed by a plume of green smoke rising above the rooftops. From out of the shed stumbled a tall Zonai boy, around fourteen years old, coughing as he removed a heavy soldering mask from his face. “Note to self: rockets are activated outside ,” Zynan muttered, waving away the lingering smoke as he trudged toward the house. “Oh, Zynan, dear,” his mother, Leira, called from the kitchen, where she sat sipping tea a...

 The sky above Cloud City was a vast sea of shifting blues and whites. It was beautiful, Damian thought, but lonely in its endlessness. Below the city’s floating streets, the clouds stretched like a false floor. The city felt like a sanctuary to some—a marvel of engineering, a beacon of hope. But to Damian, it was just a small island lost in the expanse. He stood at the edge of the training ground, holding his practice spear loosely in one clawed hand. His gray scales shimmered faintly in the sunlight, but his slender frame drew teasing glances from the other recruits. They hadn’t started yet, and already he could hear the whispers. "Do you think he's gonna go to the new simulator today?" said one of them, "Nah, he probably won't fit through the door with those hips he's got. I've seen singers that look less of a woman than he does!" responded the second, their conversation getting progressively louder, their laughter hurt more than anything they cou...

The air smelled of sweat and desperation. We were twenty when we dropped, parachutes flaring open like wounded birds caught in a violent storm. The island was unfamiliar—lush green hills marred by the scars of countless battles. Smoke rose from distant hills, and every sound—every snap of a twig—was enough to send shivers down our spines. The instant we touched the ground, we did so in an abandoned city, the place looked intact, and from the windows, we could see objects left exactly how they were last used, vehicles neatly parked as if their owners would one day return to use them once again, yet we knew that would never happen. We advanced slowly through the deserted streets illuminated by bright neon lights, advertisements littered the sides of every building, yet the products displayed were as unknown as our mission on this island. We soon found our way out through the grassy fields on the outskirts of the city. Yet, even in these massive spaces, there was no sound to be heard, no...

  Nuevamente, era el amanecer de un nuevo día, una hermosa mañana en el país del sol naciente. Bluey no tenía muchas ganas de levantarse aquel día, pero era necesario reunirse con el resto del equipo, así que se levantó a regañadientes. Aquella mañana la cachorra no tenía las ganas para bajar las escaleras, así que decidió tomar el ascensor, aunque su habitación se encontraba apenas en el tercer piso. Aún algo somnolienta, la cachorra presionó el botón y comenzó a esperar. "Una molestia, ¿no es así?" dijo una voz profunda que sobresaltó tanto a Bluey que el sueño se le quitó enseguida, "¿Que?" dijo ella, dándose la vuelta para observar a quién pensó era un desconocido, "Esperar por el ascensor. Es verdaderamente molesto, ¿no te encantaría que estos cacharros fueran instantáneos?" le dijo con una anti-natural sonrisa aquel hombre, quién resultó ser el Profesor Labrador. "Ah... Sí, es una molestia. - dijo Bluey, nerviosa - Oiga profe, ¿cómo se siente?...

Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2017 is to be contained within a standard secure enclosure at Site-██. The enclosure should mimic a typical urban environment and be equipped with non-reflective, opaque surfaces to prevent the manifestation of SCP-2017's anomalous effects. Personnel are prohibited from direct contact with SCP-2017. Any personnel required to enter its containment must wear protective suits to avoid any exposure to SCP-2017's anomalous influence. If any personnel begin exhibiting signs of ocular distortion or transformation (see Addendum 2017-01), they are to be immediately quarantined. Surveillance of SCP-2017 should be conducted via remote cameras, as any reflective surface may trigger its anomalous properties. Under no circumstances should SCP-2017 be allowed to come into contact with animals or humans without the appropriate safety measures in place. Description: SCP-2017 is a feline resembling a common domestic cat (Felis catus) of mi...