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You upload the new file.
You're barely given a chance to read it before the she barks another command.
"Get to the holding cell, now. I want to see you do some actual work."
You gingerly get up from your desk, trying your best to avoid eye contact without seeming cowardly. She steps aside as you step through the door, but falls into step behind you as you start towards pre-containment.
With her tailing you all the way there, the walk feels very short indeed. You see that SCP-CYOA's cell is locked with a card scanner. You check your pockets — slowly at first, but it soon rises to a panicked frenzy — then you turn to Amanda.
"I don't have my card."
"Where the fuck is it, ████?"
"I… it's at home, probably, I…"
She takes her own card from her lanyard and touches it to the scanner. A red light on top of it becomes green. You hear a click as the door unlocks, then it slowly slides open. There's a tiny rush of air into the room, then a few seconds later two bar lights flare up to turn the darkness into the concrete grey that it should be. The light on the right flickers antagonistically.
SCP-CYOA sits there, on a small pedestal, brass horn innocently staring at you.
"Do some fucking research." Amanda says. "Prove to me that I shouldn't fire you right now."
