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Dr. Alto Clef

"I am the Alpha & Omega of this Multiverse. And your god is lying in a coma."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Cypher7850

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The Foundation are responsible for containing entities, locations, and objects that violate natural law (referred to as SCPs).

Description

Name: A█████ H████ C███
Operator's Tag: Director Alto Clef
Current Assignment: Department Head: Division of Training and Development

Profile: The genre-savvy and enigmatic "Dr. Alto Clef" maintains that its true name is that of an A major chord played on a ukelele, which it carries around with it at all times should other entities wish to address it by name. It has recieved its current nickname due to its habit of signing reports with a hand-drawn Alto Clef symbol. Although apparently competent at its job, its acerbic attitude and habit of annoying its coworkers by walking around minimal security areas with unfurled cinnamon rolls stuck in its nose has gained it the enmity of several of its coworkers.

A. Clef's true face cannot be clearly photographed by any known means (see above), but appears to have a sizable nose and a large grin resembling that of Felis cheshiricus, the only known specimen of which was captured by [DATA EXPUNGED] during Operation Liddell. It has one green eye, one blue eye, and one hazel eye, both of which appear to have pupils which absorb all light falling upon it. The entity is known to be an inveterate liar regarding all things save SCP-related issues, and thus, should not be trusted by anyone.

By no means should Dr. Clef be allowed to consume an entire tin of Altoids mints in one sitting.

History: A█████ H████ C███ first came to the attention of the Foundation after publishing a seminal research paper, "On the use of Human Semen to ████ ███████ ██ █████ █████████," which resulted in his expulsion from ██████████ University's Biology department, having already been on probation for complaints rising from his psychology study, "On the Comparative Sensitivity of the Human Female Nipple in Laboratory and Field Conditions, upon Aware and Unaware Subjects." The paper in question referred to a ██████ ████████ with traits resembling those of an existing SCP, resulting in the Foundation contacting the individual in order to establish his security risk.

It is not clear how A█████ H████ C███ managed to ingratiate himself with the investigating agent enough to convince her to offer him a job with the Foundation, as the individual has a slimy personality that causes all females within ██ ██████ to instinctively recoil in horror, clutching their ███████ protectively. However, his acquisition came with the retrieval of SCP-447, which has proven remarkably useful to the Foundation despite special containment requirements keeping it away from dead bodies.

During the SCP-239 Incident, Dr. Clef displayed remarkable aptitude in penetrating Foundation defenses in an attempt to terminate the aforementioned SCP. Although he sustained severe injuries during and after this incident at the hands of Dr. Kondraki, his actions prompted a closer look at his past, especially in regards to possible links to a GOC operative known as "Ukelele Man."

Having earned a reputation for swift, elegant, and surgically precise terminations of dangerous SCPs, the Overseer Council has recently agreed to promote Dr. Clef to the head of the Department of Training and Development, in charge of training response teams and field agents.

So begins...

Dr. Alto Clef's Story

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The front door of the book shop opens and a man in a lab coat and hat enters. In his left hand is a Ukelele which he slings onto his back. He looks around to try and find the owner and sees Jane and Philius.

Dr. Alto Clef approaches them and begins to speak.
Excuse me. I am looking for the owner to enquire about a book that a colleague of mine is looking for. A Study of History. Vol I: Introduction: The Geneses of Civilizations. Published in 1934 I believe.

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Jane hesitated, trying to remember if her mother had any rules regarding alcohol, but Jane was tired -- tired of trying to remember her mother's rules and just generally very in need of sleep. She took the flask and tipped it up to her lips. The liquid hummed on her tongue, almost a burning sensation, but not entirely unpleasant. "Thank you," she said, handing back the flask and enjoying the warm buzzing in her tummy. The unsettled feeling that had been constantly present for the past few months seemed to settle under the alcohol's hum. It felt like a sleeping monster, just waiting to leap out from the shadows and make her body betray her, but Jane wasn't sure in what way. She just knew that's what it would do.

"My mother..." Jane couldn't imagine sending a search party out to find her. Mary had always been firmly, almost ferociously, independent. Jane almost wondered if she might prefer to stay lost in the woods than to hear that her daughter had been talking to people, telling them what they had been doing. Jane couldn't have done anything differently, but would Mary be angry with her? Probably, she thought. Jane licked the tang of brandy from her lips, wondering how to respond. "I'm not sure that that's necessary. I don't want to-"

But Jane jumped as the door opened, her eyes widening at the creature that stood there. His wide grin made Jane's skin crawl. She dropped her gaze down to her lap, trying not to look startled. She didn't want to offend him, or Phil. He's probably a perfectly good person, she thought. Looks can be deceiving. But the hair that had risen on the back of Jane's neck did not settle down.

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It's ok. I'm usually friendly. If not a bit weird. My name is Dr. Alto Clef. My employer sent me here to search for some books. I believe you might have a few copies of them?


Clef looked around as he spoke. He took his Ukelele and strummed it a few times.
Used to work for a top secret government group. Agent Ukelele they called me. Killed 99 people in my time as "Ukelele". Technically they were more... weird than I thought. We called them "Reality Benders". Because they has the ability to change reality. I saw some pretty fucked up stuff in my life. But "Reality Benders" were probably the most fucked up thing I've seen.


Following his rant, Clef takes a deep breath and then grins.
I might have gotten a tad distracted. But it never hurts to go of topic.

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He startled slightly in surprise, certain he'd put the bolt on the door. "I'm sure it wouldn't be any trouble, but if you're certain, I welcome you to stay here for as long as you need, Miss Jane."Philius gave Jane a reassuring pat on the shoulder before turning to the newcomer.

"We're closed at the moment, sir, and the door was locked, so I'm uncertain how you gained entrance, however I can make an exception this once." He moved toward a filing cabinet. "Who is the author of A Study of History. Vol I: Introduction: The Geneses of Civilizations., and were there multiple publishings?" The drawer he pulled open from the filing cabinet was overflowing with multicolored papers haphazardly shoved into olive green file folders, most missing their tab labels. Oddly, the drawer seemed far too long to have fit in the cabinet at all. He seemed unperturbed by any of this, however.

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Jane pulled the blanket closer around her and smiled. "Thank you," she murmured to Phil, but was distracted by the newcomer - Dr. Clef - and his ukulele. She wasn't sure how seriously to take him. Killing ninety-nine people? That wasn't something of which Jane would be proud, but then it sounded like he came from a very different world to Jane's. There were moments when Jane wouldn't have minded changing reality, but she had never heard of a creature that could do it. It made her nervous.

One of her shoulder blades began to itch and Jane shuffled on the chair. Perhaps the brandy hadn't done as good a job at settling her down as she had thought. She felt strange again, unsettled, not at home in her skin. The itching on her shoulder became more intolerable and she chewed her lip. She didn't want to scratch it: it reminded her of memories of dreams -- dreams from when she was a child -- in which feathers would sprout from her skin. She shuddered and focused on Phil and Clef, the itching beginning to abate.

She watched Phil pull out the drawer and tried to work out whether the length of it was a trick of the eye or an enchantment of some kind. She smiled slightly and realised that despite her mother's fear, she wasn't worried about magic -- if that's what it was. She didn't feel shocked by it either; it just felt... normal. Perhaps that was wrong. However, Jane just watched Phil at the cabinet, finding his sure movements comforting, particularly next to the strangeness (at least, in her eyes) of Alto. She wanted to close her eyes, but didn't feel comfortable enough with Clef there. Instead, she ran a finger along the spines of books beside her. So many stories and worlds and lessons, too many for Jane to ever understand.

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The book's author was one Arnold J. Toynbee and I don't believe there was multiple publishings. As for money... that isn't a problem.
Clef pulls out a small pouch from his pocket. Inside it is different types of currency.

Clef then strums his Ukelele again, this time a bit quieter.
As for how I entered, I cannot reveal how I entered. Otherwise my employers will be quite angry with me that I used my equipment wrongly.
He looks at Jane as she ran her finger along the books.
And what's wrong with you young lass? You look like you've had a very frightening experience.

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Phil closed his eyes, turned around once, and allowed his hand to fall randomly on a shelf, drawing it back to reveal Arnold J. Toynbee's A Study of History. Vol I: Introduction: The Geneses of Civilizations. He approached and extended the volume to Dr. Clef with a flourish. "There you are, Herr Doktor. That will be three-hundred seventy-eight and sixpence... or four dragon scales." A tag draping from one of the central pages confirmed the quoted sum, dragon scales having seen a recent drop in value.

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Clef empties his pouch on the counter. He then counts them until he is certain that he's giving Phil the right amount.
Here you go. Three-Hundred, Seventy-Eight and Six pence. I even put a little extra in for great service.


He then picks the book up and puts it under his arm.
I better be off now. My employer is going to be angry I took this long. It was meant to be a 1-day mission. And stay safe ma'am.
His last bit of his sentence was aimed at Jane. Clef turns and walks to the door of the bookshop.

As he steps outside, he turns to Phil.
In regards to how I entered, I used this key that my employer gave me. Can open any lock. But I should be off now.
He exits the store and begins to walk down East Lanterna Way.

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  1. "Konny" is Dr. Kondraki from the SCP Wiki. And his "Babies" are actually Butterfly's for those wondering.

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Dr. Clef walks down the street, book under his arm and Ukelele on his back. His cell phone starts ringing. He then answers it.
Clef here. I got the book. Where should I head to for extraction?
He listens for a few minutes as the person on the line gives him the extraction location.

I understand. Ok. I'll be there within six minutes. And keep Konny's babies away from my Altoid mints for fuck sake. I don't want O5 giving me any shit after last time.
He hangs up and begins to head Verinotte Square. As he walks, he pulls out his Ukelele and starts to play it.

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A few feet away, coming in the opposite direction towards the bookstore was a young woman of asian descent, appearing no older than eighteen or nineteen. She kept her head low and jacket pulled close to her body as she walked.

Her eyes were on the bookstore as she passed Dr. Clef, she simply nodded her head slightly and spoke quietly.

"Sumimasen."

She turned and reached out for the door into Epilogue Books.

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Clef turned and looked at the woman who just passed him. The word she said as she passed by seemed to be in Japanese. He checked his cell phone for a translation. It came up as "Excuse Me".

He looks at her as she prepares to open the door of the bookstore.
I believe that the store is closed!
He shouted as she was about to open the door.

He then turned and started to head towards the Square where he was suppose to meet his contact and they would head to the extraction zone. He strummed his Ukelele a few times as he walked down the street.

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Character Portrait: Aeka Takayama Character Portrait: Dr. Alto Clef Character Portrait: The Sweep
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There's a faint noise of someone lightly sweeping down a lonely alleyway between buildings. A can that rattles with a rustle across pavement softer and softer until the noise is gone entirely. However the store was closed its lights down for the day just the signs bother communicate now that everyone is gone.

"It's all dirty! 2/2.99! It's all dirty! .50! It's all dirty! 1.50!", they all proclaim.

Even the newspaper shouts its front page story, "It's all dirty! Dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty. Dirty dirty? dirty dirty dirty."

The rustle changes like someone sandblasting pavement as now rises to the nose some visually indiscernible dust cloud.

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Clef stops. For a minute he hears the sweeping. But then silence.
Must have been a sweeper.
He says to himself as he checks the time.

He continutes walking until he hears the sandblasting. Clef stops.
That isn't a sweeper. I'd better go investigate and I don't give a fuck if my contact tells me I'm late.
He goes to investigate to noise, the sandblasting becoming louder as he approaches the source of the noise.

Clef pulls out a pistol from his pouch. He loads it with a magazine of 12 bullets. He then approaches the noise.
If anyone is there, come out with your hands up.
He shouts as the noise continues to get louder.

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In the middle of the alley was an island of clean brick and stone. At its center a man clad in a blue one-piece jumpsuit swept hard at a wall where grime erased in its path. He stopped and held the helical handled broom at his side staring at Clef with wide dry eyes.

As he walked closer the three arrowed circle symbol on his one-piece jumpsuit was more clear. Fading and ragged the mark aged far more than the clean jumpsuit underneath it.

His face squirmed when it moves the thick flesh fighting frustration carving into it. It stopped to speak with a strangled voice, "It's all dirty, again. Where is it?"

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Clef approached the man, pistol firmly in his hands.
My God. What the fuck happened to you ██████?
Clef then picks up a newspaper from the pavement. The front cover screams "It's all dirty! Dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty. Dirty dirty? Dirty dirty dirty.".

Clef quickly grabs his cell phone and dials his contact.
Clef here. I'm going to need a heavy containment squad. Why? Because I think you'll find that I've found an escaped SCP. SCP-2904 to be honest. I'll wait with ██████ until back-up arrives. Alrighty. Clef out.


Clef hangs up his phone. He turns to The Sweep.
You and me will have to wait until my friends get here to take you away. We've spent months looking for you. Now that I've found you, you'll be terminated for sure. And don't think that I'll save you. Cause I ain't going to.

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The stiff face contorted, "██████ bled and I learn. Left to men of Asclepius."

He pulls the jumpsuit open to diamond shape punctures of there. Yet the blood from stab wounds is not only some yellow sap that seeps from them. Inside a pale flesh clearly visible with nothing but wood grain inside.

The stiff man doesn't even look at the gun instead turning to eye a single rusted bolt hiding among spectacularly clean walls. Though it moves smoothly his arm does creak softly as he reaches for the bolt. The brick snaps under his fingertips releasing the object rusted at one end but clean flat black at the other. The light darkens around the object's presence but little more. The sweep brings it in to sniff with a sound of rustling leaves.

The Sweep palms the strange bolt to lob it at Clef with terse explanation, "Then time for tending is short. Take a filthy footprint to inter in sacred mausoleum. A corrupted spring wanders once more. It must be cleansed."

His ponderous gait sidesteps while moving to make his way around Clef.

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  1. Sorry for a very late response. I've had Real Life issues to deal with.

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Clef aimed his gun at the wall behind ██████.
Don't fucking come any closer. Otherwise this pistol I hold in my hands will fire 12 rounds into your fucking skull.
Yet ██████ kept moving towards Clef. He had no choice. It was either shoot or die.

Cled then fired a warning shot at the wall. A warning not to approach Clef. Yet ██████ didn't stay still. He kept moving forwards. Clef had no choice. He had to run. He turned and started to run towards the Square. He hoped that his contact had called for a MTF to capture ██████ and lock him up.

Clef checked his watch. He realised he should have met his contact fifteen minutes ago at the square.
Great. Not only have I got a Keter SCP chasing me, but several O5's are gonna be mad I was late by fifteen fucking minutes.
He kept running, not sure how far the Square was or if there was backup waiting for him.

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██████ stopped trying to walk around Clef and looked sidelong toward the bullet embedded in the side of his head after ricocheting off of the wall. Removed with two fingers the bullet clinked against clean ground at The Sweep's side. Splinters around the hole bled a clear sap.

Clef however, had retreated, so it needn't move around him. The Sweep merely continued to walk forward. Boot to the bolt Clef had failed to catch He reached down and picked it back up. The dirt must be properly contained.

It glanced skyward for a moment then down to clef. In one long moment if one looked in the sweep's eyes one would see a pondscum sky that rained brown ichor upon the town in torrents. It rushed through the hand containing a darkened bolt to pour out some slimy substance. The clouds themselves swirled around some yet indiscernible center point in relation to the Sweep. Then the dusty street was back again a single-minded Sweep walking fast though never quite catching up. Neither was it ever far very behind.

A confluence of bishops is near and the bolt must be interred. The wellspring must again be closed. The priests of the mausoleum must forever be unknown by man. Though it did not leave a clean streak as it had in the alley. The clear puddles left behind merely forget harried steps that made them murky. The broom in both hands it quietly dusted Clef's footsteps from existence and left no ripple of its own.

The setting changes from East Lanterna Way to Wing City Gardens

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Character Portrait: Ebba Seydel Character Portrait: Dr. Alto Clef Character Portrait: Elliot Alderson
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Elliot listened as he learnt the woman's name. Ebba Seydel? Seems like a odd choice of birthname. But then again, people had different names.

So Ebba, if you don't mind me asking, where are you from? I've not seen anyone like you before.
Elliot asked Ebba, wondering if Ebba was from another world. But since many people lived in different places, that didn't matter.

However, life for Elliot was to take another odd turn...

A portal opened up into the Garden and out of it, stepped a man with 3 eyes, a ukelele and a Uzi 9mm. He fired into the portal, as if he was directly attempting to kill something. Suddenly, a giant tentacle emerged from the portal and lunged for Alto Clef. Clef jumped back as the tentacle landed near him.

Fuck! This thing is impossible to kill! And I thought Jack would've ended up with this fucking giant monster.
Clef said as he fired his last round of 9mm ammo into the tentacle, with no or damage seeming to occur to the tentacle.

Noticing Ebba and Elliot in the background, Clef called out to them.
Hey! You two! Can you lend me a hand with killing this monster before it gets through this portal?
Clef shouted, hoping that the two would lend a hand with killing Cthulhu.

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Character Portrait: Ebba Seydel Character Portrait: Jaunt Bvetin Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin Character Portrait: Dr. Alto Clef Character Portrait: Elliot Alderson
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The sound of gunfire brought the attention of a group of small hip-sized bugs each over intervening walls from surrounding areas of the gardens. They blended in quote well with their skin full of active camouflage. However when they saw a portal sprouting tentacles there was a short RF blast as Smudgie and his brothers alerted a threat. The others remained watching on high walls as Smudgie moved in closer being the best at employing their skin densely packed with chromatophores under fast motion. Smudgie's rapt attention ignited small fires around him as he darted to and fro nearby staring intently at the portal.

After a moment Smudgie's high strung and sometimes screamy voice emerged from a RF transceiver on a harness anchored around one shoulder, "A THreat! WE ARE hERe fixing thE GARDens! Who ArE YOU?"

As Smudgie tip-tapped closer he saw the False Matriarch lying there on the ground close to a threat. Eyes dilate wide as a subconscious directive fires in his brain to protect the Matriarchy. Antenna go pin straight as another RF transmission goes out encrypted in their quietus' language organic one-time-pad. ((Protect a False Matriarch! [Image of Ebba] [Location]))

From all directions sounds emerge of large insect-like bodies moving and heavy weapons being loaded. Momentary presences of brownish-red bodies crawling over intervening walls are seen as they surmount them to organize their forces. The sounds of boulders being dropped or tossed aside becomes frequent then stops.