Lonelytoon

Title 1

SCP-XXXX
Object Class:
Special Containment Procedures

Title 2

Tale:…. Mmh?
Oh, a visitor huh? Well, guess I should start by introducing myself right? *Ejem* I'm….well I guess you could call me SCP-055, like those men in white coats that come from time to time to see me, but you are not one of them right? How do I know? Your face is more expressive than theirs, though still, yours seems to have a certain amount of resignation. Don't tell me, you are one of those…..How were they called

Title 4

Tale 2.0 (Or a second option for that matter): I'm a genius.
That was my first thought after two security guards came to my house with a message from the Foundation, that I was a genius, that I was special, smarter, better than the rest. Now, when I look back, I realize that it would have been better to simply reject the proposition and let them amnesty me. But I accepted their offer thinking that it was going to be a really easy thing: just some paperwork, running test at some laboratory, and getting a paycheck with a lot of zeros.
I was an idiot. At first, my idiotic dreams seemed to have been fulfilled, the job was easy because I didn't have to do anything really hard, so my ego grew larger. And when I found that cell with a seemingly inexisting file? -Well, this is a promotion for sure-I thought smiling. If I had just reported this to the high-ups, I would have saved me a lot of trouble, but of course not! I wasn't just gonna do that! I had to enter the cell to try and see that anomaly I "just discovered".Congratulations John, you were an idiot.
The first thing I noticed when entering the cell was that it looked….well not like a cell at all. I knew that most humanoid SCPs had cells that resembled normal human rooms in order to prevent them from becoming mentally unstable from isolation, but this……seemed like it had way too many things that didn't belong there. Aside from a standard Foundation bed and a