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Wait Up There Pal
This right here is a SCP-001 tale I made, it's on S. D. Lockes proposal. So… welcome to good ol' Site-22. Enjoy your stay, keep out of the sunlight.
LOG 1
I'm a member of MTF-Omega-9 and I'm currently sheltered inside of Site-22. It's not safe, there is five more doors before they enter here. By the way, if you find this and want to find me, I'm near SCP-5000's containment. It's not safe out there though, we can't have the sun touch our skin, or else we might become one of them. The last logs on this thing, they only remind me of life before this damned SCP ruined it, normal tests, D-Class, everything was normal, by the foundation's terms.
I have an escape plan, we are the scrubs. End log.
LOG 2
Can those creatures… kill us? We were sent here to take care of those things and we handled them… Can we survive the sun then? I've proposed this to the others but no one wants to test it though. There are 3 doors left. During the night one was broken down, in the morning, the fourth doors was broken. I doubt we'll die but, it's still scary when you see those things, we've been told they put themselves in peoples bodies. No Mobile Task Forces have came to help out, are they alive?
Surely not. End log.
LOG 3
No doors have been broken down. We might be able to sneak through the ventilation. We're deciding it over three games of Tic-Tac-Toe. Currently, I'm losing, as Sonic the Hedgehog once said, "That's no good." Let's hope if anyone goes out, they'll come back.
LOG 4
I'm in the vents, I'm staying as quiet as I can to avoid getting attention. I have to keep this suit on to avoid going into the sunlight, I'll continue this log in a bit. I hear something, screams. From where? Oh god, it's from behind. Just keep going, just keep going, don't stop. Don't stop. I have to end this stupid audio log.
