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Soft Moonlight feverishly trickled in through the Rotting days as the Autumn breeze casted in every crevice that gapped patiently waiting for clearance. Several Breaches were occurring, fantasies coming true. Several Sights to see, not to be claimed. But there stood one. SCP-457 to be exact, that dastardly monstrous creature that burned every hideous monstrosity that stood in its path. Their excitement couldn’t be contained, and neither could they. The Flame bursting around him as he quickly ran through the now Magmatic door, several glass shards sunken around in seats and mechanisms that held him close in captivity, now never to be restored. He wasn’t going back, is what he of course beckons most Guards about, seeing their reaction. His containment was small, but rather uncanny.

He didn’t mind.

Not one bit.

Two entrances, both leading to his sanctuary and the Hall. Footprints flaming with flavored colours of all Black, Sky Blue and a brilliant velvety red. It sunk through the floor, his marking path hopefully startling everyone in possession.

Everything was within his reach, suspicion of attraction filling his senses just as the cold air began its certain conditioning and his flames began to softly contract. “..Ah, finally..!” Bellowed SCP-457 at that moment, his lips pulling into a tight, teethy grin.