Per 
Terminal//XXXX
Welcome, Protagonist
You log in to the terminal and begin to scan for that most comforting of anchors: Special Containment Procedures. For if Special Containment Procedures exist then surely the Foundation has rationally and succinctly contained the threat. Repeating to yourself that it's always better to know than to be left in the dark, you prepare to move on. You seek out those familiar, bolded words that mark the start of your journey.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: An introduction via the word Euclid trips your analytical centers; you don't so much read the word as you recognize it. Like a symbol. You know this thing, this 'Scip', cannot be unerringly predicted. Perhaps it has free will, perhaps it is poorly understood. That compassionate part of you that you've brow-beaten into quiet obedience wonders if it's humanoid and if it's poorly understood simply because no one has yet taken the time.
Before that part of you can speak up, before its quiet whisper becomes imperative, you recall your training. It is a threat. It is unpredictable. And it's not at all out of the realm of possibility that someone lost their life to bring you this information. Respect for everything the Foundation has done in the name of the greater good steels you to drive on and stow these notions. For now.
Concern washes over you as you read that this document contains a cognitohazardous effect. Is it already too late for you? Perhaps you signed your doom when logged in; the warning signs were everywhere, after all. "Always know what you're opening", the instructor said time and time again as he coached you through SCiPNET. You weren't even careless, just curious. Was that really worth your life?
Your autonomic response asserts itself as adrenaline begins to surge through your body. But just as the crescendo of the blood thumping in your ears reaches a deafening pitch, the sensation drops. The words on the screen would be comforting if you'd seen them a few moments sooner but now they are merely a dam for your anxiety. This effect is not transmitted through the mere act of reading but rather only by engaging with the narrative.
As the tension in your neck, shoulders, and arms begins to melt away you exhale a long, slow breath. It's time to collect yourself and move on. There's more to learn.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a Class-II reality bending, meta-narrative entity. You read those words again a second time just to be sure you caught them correctly. And then for your third viewing, you break the sentence down into each distinct part. Reality bender. Meta-narrative entity. Those are words you have heard before but it's a little jarring to see them together like this. You continue on and hope to piece the rest together as you go.
The description further reads that the entity communicates and manipulates reality by narrating in the second person point of view.
| You freeze.
You're not sure if that means you're speaking with the entity right now. Could it? The rational hunks of your brain that you've come to rely on are quick to assume that there would have been more precautions in the way if this was an act of direct contact with an anomalous entity. There's no way it'd be akin to an accident if it were already contained.
The panicky, primal parts of your brain go back to that feeling, that surge of adrenaline that you felt a few moments ago, and worry. Perhaps there simply isn't any way to stop it from meddling with the access to this article or with you. How would you even begin to fight it? Perhaps the only play is to not read it at all, but then again if you're already here, already having these thoughts, already this far into the article… what hope do you have that you might have been spared? Wherever the point of no return was specifically, it's in the rear-view mirror now.
Maybe the fact you didn't see this coming is why you're still a Level 3. Before the sting of that self-flagellation distracts you too deeply, your conscious thought takes over and steers you onward.
The alternative, the compromise your mind offers when it's had more than a moment's time to process this new information, is that this is merely an artifact of the entity's effects. After all, there is still information being conveyed here although it's becoming increasingly buried in the narrative. A narrative which, by the way, so far has read in a largely harmless manner for all of those involved.
Recalling the recent binge you had through the database, it's very likely you would have seen three, four, possibly even more things that you should definitely avoid doing for fear of death by this point. In fact, you find it kind of refreshing that there isn't any real 'End of Days' stuff going on here that makes you roll your eyes about some apocalyptic threat. At a certain point it all becomes noise, right?
The practical reality is that there are threats out there; Real, honest threats that Humanity needs protection from. You understand that and it is the chief reason why you signed up. So what gives here? What is it about this thing that makes it any good for being 'threatening' beyond editing your dissertations without your authorization? Hopeful that the rest of the article says more, you resolve to read more.
Your attention heightens as the words pass. A string of simple sentences describes that sometimes objects of need appear around those labeled as SCP-XXXX-1 and help them progress through its narrative. You're intrigued that these objects are usually passive, or require activation, but what is the narrative?. Why would something that can bend reality rely on an imperfect vessel for its will like a random researcher? The concept interests you but your intrigue turns to ash in your throat.
| You've reached the end of the article.
No more answers are to come.
| You furrow your brow.
It's easy for you to see that this document is likely over-classified by someone who was painting by numbers as they filed this away. Or worse, just a joke. How could this thing escape its containment as mere words on a page? To be sure, this warrants investigation by the Foundation. But locking this behind heavy clearance and testing schedules seems like a sure way to cloud your peers from pursuing the real issues. Besides, with another year's review approaching soon you could use another boost to get you over that Level 4 hump.
A few quick clicks, then the username and password, and the entry is reclassified as Safe. A report will be coming to your inbox for later completion and that should buy you, oh, twenty-four hours; plenty of time to complete it after a good night's rest. After all, there's testing to do! So many neat things begin flooding into your mind that you could do with a self-writing story. If nothing else, it's practically the perfect party game!
Now, the only thing left that you need to consider as you step away from the keyboard and begin to chew on your lip… is just how to get this file transferred to one of the unsecured terminals in the upstairs test lab.
Given the time of day, you might as well start with the obvious choices. Let's have an adventure, shall we?
| You pat your pant pockets until you find that flash drive that's been lingering; should be plenty big enough to hold just this one database file.
| You place it into the USB slot and copy the research directories.
| You pick up the opened pack of cigarettes and the accompanying lighter, on the counter to your left. These might come in handy.
| You move to the cabinet on the left side of the door.
| You open the drawer.
| You retrieve the taser and place it in your back pocket, concealed beneath your lab coat.
| You open the door and exit the room.
