Sorry for the delay, just dealing with a lot in real life, I've been really depressed for the most part. I'm so sorry guys. Its just been so difficult recently for me, and hard to find inspiration to keep writing with all that I have to deal with in life.

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Adventureking2017: I meant as Sonic wearing his black clothing

Pacman: SCP-682 was caught off-guard. Think about back on the SCPVerse, what 682 usually runs into when he escapes, or fought… were mainly MTF and containment officers. So machine guns, explosives… stuff like that, and O5-11 if he reaches the end. Him fighting beings like Able and SCP-096 are few from what I've been able to find out. And judging from that, SCP-682 wasn't really expecting much, probably with the occasional reality bender or superhuman being. Rest assured, SCP-682 is gonna kick ass in the future!

Aalmarashi9: Thank you! I will certainly remember that. All worlds are capable with one another if you do it right.

Sir Bob the 1st and ptl: Lets find out!

Guest: For GOIs, I'll have them appear. Like in Grimm Containment, I considered using Anderson Robotics with Penny Polendina, and I'm thinking of something with AR with Metal Knight or the Organization. As for Sarkic Cults, we have the Karcist Ion attempting to breach it. They'll pop up alright.

Kerrowe: I'm glad you're interested. I have quite a few things planned for this story.

Grimm Containment will be worked on soon, check my profile.

[City-A Hero Association Headquarters]

The icy blue eyes met Sekingar's own gaze. "And, to answer your question, Executive Sekingar, I do not know how I arrived at this world, as I have told your associates yesterday."

The robotic hands opened up in an open gesture. "Before my arrival, in my homeworld…, several SCPs and some personnel started to disappear." Cain smiled gently at Sekingar and Child Emperor, where Child Emperor nodded for him to continue.

"The Foundation command, the O5, as I have explained yesterday, suspected rival organizations and traitors within Foundation ranks. Until of course, we detected a dimensional anomaly, and not to mention O5-11 and O5-12 disappearing in such a rift."

Child Emperor spoke up next, the lollipop set aside. "And how does the Foundation observe and detect dimensional anomalies?"

Cain smiled before replying. "From what I have observed since my arrival here, at the civilian level, the homeworld and this world is nearly identical. The difference being, that at homeworld the Foundation prizes on maintaining normalcy. While here, monsters and your heroes are a daily occurrence. The SCP Foundation is more technologically advanced in paratechnology and anomalous hazards, while the Hero Association seems to be more capable of dealing with monsters, and far advanced in certain robotic fields."

"Like the Hero, Drive Knight. The Foundation did have to deal with rampaging humanoid machines, but never really able to replicate them."

"But on the detection of dimensional anomalies, that technology is classified. I have an obligation to the SCP Foundation. They have machines and the means to detect other forms of anomalies, such as temporal. I have witnessed great things, terrible yes, but great things within the hold of the Foundation. Machines that contains Gods, the tools to bind reality benders-"

"Sorry, reality benders?"

"Yes, reality benders. There is a classification system drawn up by Dr. Alto Clef, and refined by Director Gears. Most of the low level ones use it for everyday purposes. A perpetually clean home, or some extra cash on hand. It is the more powerful ones that cause an uproar… I can see Child Emperor, that you seem to doubt it."

"Such things stated by you, Mr. Cain, have yet to be proven." Child Emperor shot back.

"SCP Foundation members are men and women of science. I've seen countless researchers such as you, scoffing at the idea of things that defy normalcy. In this world, you have monsters, beings and humans that perform outlandish and impressive feats, such as King, who according to the rumors, literally made a new canyon the other day*."

(*Saitama and Genos's training bout)

Sekingar, Child Emperor and the other executives murmured before they talked again. "You mentioned two of your O5 Council Members disappearing in the dimensional anomaly. Would they be willing to work with the Hero Association against the monsters?"

Cain shrugged. "I cannot say for sure what O5-11 and O5-12 will do, but their priority has always been ensuring the survival of mankind and safety from anomalies."

Clearing his own throat, Sekingar stood up. His mechanical oculus focused on Cain. "Mr. Cain, I believe that we can work together. Could you provide a description of those two Council Members? So that if they turn up, we can coordinate and work with them."

"Of course Executive Sekingar. In due time, one thing I would like to address is the monster attack from last month. The so aptly named 'Immortal Reptile' was under Foundation control."

Cain stood up, walking over to a whiteboard and picking up a marker.

"SCP-682, it is one of the most troublesome and dangerous SCP in containment… or was in containment."

While Cain spoke, he wrote all the information on SCP-682 of its file. Keter, containment procedures, description… the file that was available to personnel assigned to it at a surface level.

"I recommend that SCP-682 be found and recontained where it cannot cause further damage."

"Mr. Cain, we can dispatch a few of our S-Class heroes to deal with the Immort-sorry, SCP-682."

"Afraid not, Executive Sitch. From the report I glanced at yesterday, a mix of twenty C, B and A class heroes along with three of your S-Class could not terminate it. It was fortunate that SCP-682 was disoriented and did not kill any hero. The Foundation has declared a Code: Aktion Sieben on SCP-682. There is a log of attempted termination on SCP-682 totaling some eight hundred thirty-three pages when I last saw it. From other SCPs to everything short of a nuclear bomb was used, and failed."

"I- you glanced at the report?" Sitch sputtered out, his mind trying to comprehend everything Cain was saying.

Cain smiled before he answered Sitch. "My memory is perfect. I remember everything since the people of my homeworld discovered the wheel, till the modern times."

On the whiteboard, it looked exactly like a Foundation report on SCPs. Written exactly as Cain remembered.

The assembled executives glanced at one another until Sekingar spoke.

"Mr. Cain, if you don't mind, we would like to run some tests to verify your memory."

Cain merely waved it aside, setting the marker down.

"I don't mind at all, I understand that it is hard to believe at face value."

"Mr. Cain-" Sitch said, regaining his composure. "I believe we can work together for the betterment of humanity. However, you must understand that we need to verify everything else you've said."

Cain nodded back at Sitch. "Yes, yes. I'll give you descriptions of the two O5 Council Members and answer other questions of the Foundation that isn't too classified."

[Z-City]

Diana had given birth days ago. The orange blob of happiness that hugged her, Saitama and Genos on a daily basis. She hadn't quite named him yet, simplistic names such as Daniel, Toby didn't fit. She wanted to name him something unique.

Diana stayed with Saitama, given the fact that there was no place she could go. And Diana had told them, not everything, but the fact that she was held by a cult which performed weird rituals on her, and then a secret lab. She explained how the other girls had given birth to monstrosities. And that she was the last one, that the scientists were scared. Genos was the one who seemed uneasy, and suspicious since no records were found about her. Diana was pretty sure the Foundation scrubbed her off the face of the Earth when they took her in.

Everything changed when her son was born. They couldn't take her to a normal hospital, but they had gone to a lab with someone named Dr. Genus. It scared her at first, reminding her too much of Montauk, but the doctor seemed really terrified of Saitama, and gave her stuff for a normal pregnancy. And it happened. It wasn't an eldritch anomaly like the other girl, the sixth. It was the most pure thing ever.

Genus had called it a miracle, and Diana had never seen someone so happy for that short moment. And when she held her son, some memories returned. They had given her something, that didn't completely erase the memories. Diana remembered, parts of a story called Dust and Blood that the cultists recited, that the seventh was the saviour of man. Did the Foundation know? She had wondered briefly.

She remembered, the few Foundation members that tried to help her, one man giving her a rose before he was machine gunned in the next room. And the two Foundation officers, their faces full of sadness and pity as the disguised Foundation soldiers restrained her, after the sixth gave birth. After a Foundation agent that tried to set them free. It was fragmented, but Diana knew the eldritch monster that ripped open from the stomach of the sixth, as the first Foundation officer called the 'Administrator' fought it with armed guards, and as the creature tore the soldiers apart with ease bar the Administrator.

She remembered their faces, because they didn't wear masks. Their sadness and resignation rolled off of them in waves, and a third man. It was more fuzzy, but the number 343 was related to it. The third man also looked at her with sadness, shaking his head before disappearing in a blink. 'I'm so sorry my child. The corrupted harm of the King... Your time to save mankind will come, but not yet.'

That was sometime ago before she ended up in this new world. Saitama and Genos approached carefully, as Dr. Genus held her son in the air, laughing in joy as he did so. It wasn't noticeable immediately, but the trio had felt happier. It was like a gentle pulse, that lapped at them little by little. Her son had moved around, giggling and gurgling with joy, eating bits of candy and fruit as Dr. Genus ran diagnostics in the lab, which Diana discovered that Saitama had destroyed much earlier with Genos. She even briefly saw an Armored Gorilla in one of the halls, who waved at her before it turned the corner.

For the next couple of weeks, Genus had helped her return to her health. Giving in-depth reports on her son, where the Doctor had concluded that it simply radiated happiness. Genos was affected by it too, the serious demeanor of the cyborg dissipating as her son hugged him. And Saitama… the usual simple eyes sparked with a shine.

Currently, she sat on the floor of Saitama's apartment, holding her son, and watching the news. Something they called a Dragon-Level monster had been stopped in G-City by a hero named King, and soon enough the hero's face showed up on screen. Blond hair that curled slightly at the end, a stern stone cold visage with three scars on his left eye. The eyes held no emotion, and the reporter described how King had gone on to face the monster alone, and that the monster had fled.

"G-City has been saved from destruction, by the world's strongest man, King! The Dragon-Level monster Arcturan has fled, with its tail tucked between its legs!" The reporter spoke, his eyes shining in glee.

"The world's strongest man?" Saitama asked out loud, the manga lowered. He leaned forward, watching the TV. "Hey Genos, is this King guy in the Hero Association? I kinda want to meet him now."

The sound of plates tinkling as Genos moved about in the kitchen, leaning over, Genos briefly glanced at the TV before answering. "Yes Sensei! King is Class-S Rank 6, and he holds your position as the strongest man in the world."

"Please excuse me for a moment." Genos spoke as his cell began to ring, the cyborg's back turning and the door of the apartment soon closing. The droll of the TV fell into background chatter, some shots of damage where Arcturan had emerged.

The orange blob of joy had decided to move, and immediately latched itself onto Saitama. Hugging the bald hero in a series of warbled gurgles. "Hmm… alright, you're good." The man murmured as he continued to read his manga, and Genos soon returned.

"Sensei, I have been summoned to the Branch office. I will return as soon as I am able to."

"Maybe they're gonna fire ya!" Saitama quipped back as he flipped the page.

Soon, the sound of thrusters firing up signalled that Genos had left. Diana hadn't forgotten Saitama flicking Unihorn aside like nothing, and when she watched that duel, where his casual display of strength as the mountains ripped open. She felt perfectly safe with Saitama.

"Breaking news! The meteor slated to pass by the Earth has suddenly shifted course where it is estimated to land on Z-City!"

Saitama's head jerked up in surprise. "The hell?"

"There is no explanation as to why the meteor had shifted course, as our experts are desperately trying to find out. The Disaster Level is Dragon, and citizens are advised to evacuate at once as far as possible! All nearby S-Class heroes have been mustered!"

Saitama was already putting on his suit, as Diana held her son close with wide eyes.

"Saitama, what are you gonna do?" Diana asked fearfully, the dread of a hurling chunk of rock killing her and the city sinking in.

"What am I gonna do? I'm gonna punch it. It won't land on my city." Saitama replied simply, tightly tugging on the red gloves.

She would've retorted with something, but Saitama ripping apart the canyon some time ago was still ingrained in her mind. "I'll come with you!" She blurted. Partly, because she didn't feel safe alone, and partly, she wanted to watch Saitama break the meteor.

She expected him to say no, expected him to lecture her, but he merely nodded. "Sure, I'll carry you there."

[D-City, Earlier]

Zombieman lifted his axe, at his feet, a chopped up Demon level monster and a handful of Tiger level ones littered the old crypt in the outskirts of the city. A source of dim illumination came from the stairway leading upwards to the chapel.

"This is Zombieman, the remaining monsters have been eliminated below." The former subject of the House of Evolution drew a cigarette and lit it. The glowing ember of the cancerstick lighting his pale face.

"Copy that Zombieman. Death Gatling and several A and B class heroes have completed clearing out the surrounding area. Excellent work."

With a click, the Hero Association Operator signed off and Zombieman let out a puff of smoke as he groaned slightly. The wounds he sustained regenerating, and he walked about the underground crypt, humming a melody of a forgotten time. He examined the murals, an angelic deity that prickled unease within the Immortal hero.

The monsters had called it their God, and Zombieman glanced at the fallen Demon Level Monster. "Through the Gate we passed, cast out from the Garden" The phrase it had spoken before they had fought.

Letting out a sigh, he crushed the remains of the cigarette and stepped over one of the many monsters. Whatever they worshipped, it died with them. Hefting his axe, he turned and walked towards the stairway… until something tugged at his mind.

He stopped.

And turned back, and walked towards the far corner of the crypt, past the mural of a flaming angel. It was an ornate box, and for some inexplicable reason, Zombieman couldn't help himself but to open it. He was pretty sure the crypt was devoid of anything else, other than some scattered paper and dusty chests. Nothing like an ornate box such as this one, he was pretty sure it wasn't there before. Carefully, Zombieman lifted the latch and a glacier chill came from within.

Inside, there lay a mask, the white surface seemingly shining in the dark crypt. Some sort of a play mask, a dark, joyous expression etched on. A burning sensation from within, curiosity, and a sudden obsessive impulse in his mind drove his fingers forward.

The moment his fingers touched the smooth, porcelain surface of the mask, the S-Class Hero Zombieman was no more.

"Finally…. A host."

[-]

The situation was perfect.

A gift from God

The Black Lord of Alagadda cackled madly within the realms of one's mind. He sifted through the memories of this Zombieman in an instant. Unlike most humans, where nearly all of their memories were meaningless rabble. 'That's why they are mortal, lesser insignificant beings.' He thought as he examined Zombieman's memories.

But Zombieman was different, so… so… different.

This host didn't just have supreme regenerative abilities, but also in the social world, it was a respected figure. A hero, fighting for ideas of justice and fairness, the Masked Lord thought with a slight sneer. Remembering the peasants his king had ruled over, how they had believed they were righteous as they hanged his King, where was justice and fairness then? And oh how wrong they were!

Another cackle rippled through involuntarily as the Masked Lord wanted to jump up and cheer. The memories of Zombieman fighting monsters, and the body was conditioned with muscle memory combined with his own fighting skill…. It was perfect.

The black liquid sunk into the skin, where it disappeared soon after, a faint sensation soon disappearing as it regenerated. The Masked Lord clenched it's-his fist and unclenched, and performed a simple leg stretch. His essence in the mask would soon be completely transferred, only a matter of time.

Looking around him, his void-like gaze falling on the mural that Zombieman had examined earlier. He wanted to sneer at the figure depicted, the phrase the monster had muttered before being chopped up.

He knew exactly what it was, even at his full power at Alagadda he could not contend with the Guardian. And certainly not at his state now, and rage filled him before being snuffed. The Guardian couldn't move, nor do anything now.

He was backstabbed and sent to Earth. The other three Masked Lords would get what's coming to them in the future, and the Foundation couldn't stop him now. He walked up the stairs, and swept past the chapel and stepped out into the cold air.

"Zombieman, we just fini-" The hero known as Stinger stopped as he looked at the mask with curiosity.

"A cool mask I found, wouldn't you agree Stinger? A war trophy if you will." The name and the response came out smoothly as the Masked Lord looked around. The B and A Class heroes also observing curiously. I am Zombieman, for now.

"Death Gatling!" Zombieman called out to the grizzled hero, who walked over to him. The eyes looking at the mask with slight suspicion.

"Excellent work you've done in taking care of the second Demon-Level monster, and not to mention your detachment as well."

Death Gatling's detachment, Smile Man, Megane, Shooter and others stood a little taller at praise from an S-Class hero.

The Masked Lord reviewed everything in Zombieman's head and he could certainly take advantage of the discontent among lower level heroes.

"When I fought the monsters in the crypt-" The other heroes tensed up as they looked around the wooded forest.

"I came to an admittedly late realization, that the Hero Association ranking system is flawed."

The assembled group of heroes perked up, criticism of the Hero Association was mostly brushed aside, and Heroes who made too much noise, mainly C-Class and low B-Class ended up drummed out.

"And how did you come to this realization Zombieman?" Death Gatling rumbled out, his gruff voice held a slight hint of surprise that was well masked.

"If you heroes did not engage the two Demon Level monsters in the surrounding woods, they would've done significant damage to the farmland and livestock. It sounds silly, protecting potatoes and cows, but you should remember that D-City alone produces twenty-five percent of all food produce."

"Now, the point is, usually the S-Class hero present get all the credit." The heroes narrowed their eyes, especially Death Gatling.

"However, once we get to Headquarters, I will make sure each and every one of you earn the recognition of dispatching two Demon Level monsters. I realized, as I was impaled, that lower level Heroes who contribute greatly are being ignored."

"I understand, that some of you do not trust me." Death Gatling snorted at that comment.

"But I promise you this, we will march back to Headquarters and ensure change within the Hero Association! Come with me! I will ensure each of you rise through the ranks!"

And Zombieman did just that, an S-Class Hero, eight other lesser heroes marched to the main office in A-City.

"-r Too long have the efforts of our C-Class, B-Class and A-Class heroes go unnoticed, overshadowed by the S-Class heroes-!"

"-Stinger for example! He is the perfect hero, and there are many others like him that-"

"-hout them the Hero Association is nothing but a husk of what it strives to be."

His medium-length speech was met with applause from the Hero Association employees, and the other heroes present. Their suspicion and curiosity replaced with adoration.

And soon enough, the eight heroes that took out 2 Demon level monsters, rose through the ranks at a rapid pace. Death Gatling and Stinger taking 2nd and third place of A-Class, Smile Man and Chain'N'Toad taking the places of the two heroes. And Megane or Glasses, taking B-Class Rank 1, while the other B-Class heroes taking the spots right below.

"Oh man, Fubuki's gonna be pissed!" Glasses exclaimed with glee "Blizzard of Hell is no longer number one!"

And all the while, as Zombieman basked in the glory and the adoration of lower level heroes, he failed to notice a certain someone with metallic arms pass by, with his back turned. Had the Masked Lord seen him, he would've fled at once.

A/N: SCP-035 and SCP-073 everyone. Sorry it took so long, I'm just dealing with a lot in life.
EDIT: A quick fix in regards to time.