It wasn't often that Bright of all people was tasked with capturing an SCP. He's almost certain it's just to get him out of the facility for a while. The damn interns better not touch his chainsaws...

Either way, him and his team of guards arrive in a little countryside town. It's cute and quiet. Doesn't stop him from going up and "politely" harassing the locals for information on you. Apparently, you were a god to the people of this little town. A tidbit of information he got only after he threatened some lives. Not that he would've let the guards kill anyone.

With this information, he makes his way to the local church. Or the one that looks the most like a temple at least. Like most small towns, they seem to have more churches than people living there. They find you, and quite frankly, you were stunning. He could understand why the people called you a god.

"Alright, you all know the drill. Seize it," Bright orders. When nothing happens, he turns around, seeing his squad running off. "What the- hey!" He's about to chase after them when the doors close in his face. Well shit, guess this proves the foundation just wanted to be rid of him for a while, huh?

He awkwardly turns to face the god, you, and clears his throat. "I mean, wow... who said that?" Bright asks, looking around, internally panicking.