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He pressed his badge on the turnstile blocking the elevator. An electric lock and a clunk as the plate glass doors slid open, greeting him like so many days before. For some scientists at the site, a days research could give at least some form of accomplishment and joy. But Roy was new, a level 1, and pretty much as important as a D-Class for all that he knew.

Another press of his badge and he was in the cafeteria on floor 3. Another cup of coffee and a muffin for breakfast. He flashed a smile to another researcher in the line behind him, but she appeared deep in thought, unnoticing. And why bother. Roy sighed, and choked down the muffin as he headed back to the elevator.

Another press of his badge and the elevator whirred to life. Level 9. Catalogs of old paper data. Reports and documents. Unfortiunately, his place of work. As the door opens the cold grey hall meets him, and he walks forward to the first intersection. It's quiet for this time of the morning. He notices a small piece of paper on the ground in front of him, yellow brown with age, a corner of a page.

Another press of his badge against his chest, as he kneels down to pick up the paper. As he suspects; old, water damage maybe. He looks it over and finds some text. "SCP, and some dots?" He wakes up a few extra brain cells to try and comprehend what he's looking at. "Two Five Two One? SCP-2521?" He's never heard of it before.

Another press of his badge, but he did not press it. Cool wetness like sticky tongues lapped themselves around his torso. His mind screams of memetic hazards from his training, long before his body can catch up. The cold embrace increases in strips around his body as fear overtakes him. Cold, yields to a fuzzy feeling. Numbness. With a last blink of conscious thought he grips down on the paper as blackness covers his eyes and mouth, and the world fades away into a cold obscurity.