Pure Rotting Evil

He could not see it, but it was there.
the chamber's putrid walls were coated with the same black mucus that covered it. that's why when peering in through the rusted lead every thing seemed pitch darkness. that's why Researcher Samuel Simmons had to angle the dim light at an certain way to catch the shadows and reflections take the shape of that smile. a crooked smile, not a nice smile that makes you feel happy to see but a smile that lets you know it wants to hurt you, contort you, obliterate your very being and all you love for it's own entertainment. Samuel's assistant refers to it as him, jokingly saying He sure looks happy to see us today!

He. He.

it looks like a he, a very old one indeed.

it sounds like a he, on the rare occasion it spoke.

But it's not a he, far from it.

Samuel has seen it torture his friends during breaches. plunging it's fingernails into co-workers eyes as they scream and beg for it to stop, but it doesn't, it pushes harder and sometimes laughs or chuckles, but something that is always constant is it's smile.

Samuel knew what they had to do when it got out, back before Site 23. they strapped D-class on a machine that break their femur and blast their sobbing anguish across the facility to attract it back. imagine that your'e shitting your pants during a containment breach and out of no where the speakers activate and play the horrible sounds of a person in the most incredible pain you could imagine, the screams of agony that no one on earth no matter the crime should ever endure.

and it always came back, you better bet your ass it came. came right threw the floor to greet a person already wishing to die and then goes on to torture them some more.

Pure fucking evil you had to be to enjoy that. and Samuel believed that no living thing could ever revel in an others pain on that scale. So no, Samuel did not give that thing the identity of anything that remotely came close to being human.

He hated working with it. The site director assigned Samuel to be the lead researcher on SCP-106 back around two years ago and he still hates it as much as he did when he first saw what it was capable of. The only thing he could do was try to terminate it, he got the clearance six months ago but has made zero progress. Test after test after test makes him tire.

Breaches are happening more often since the surge of new SCP that have arrived. he knows that sooner or later he might be taken like Paul, or Andrea, or Steven or…or…..or…….The list was endless.

It likes to keep them alive, so they can suffer for as long as possible. last week a D-class, D-8642 to be exact, escaped the pocket dimension after being there around a week. The therapists needed to take time off from just hearing about the shit he saw and experienced. before they left they executed an order to keep D-8642 in his cell with absolutely nothing as he was diagnosed as being extremely suicidal. he tried bash his own head in on his therapist's desk. later on after hours of silence they find D-8642 hanged him-self with his small intestine after clawing it out of his own stomach. should have used a straight jacket

As Samuel brooded he did not notice that his assistant went to grab some coffee. he also did not notice that the smile had vanished. he tiresomely readjusts the light to find it again. for some reason no matter in what way he pointed the light in there were no shadows.

mid sentence upon saying "Hey can we get so—"

He felt his stomach suddenly sink.
His body paralyzed.
His legs start to burn.
He looks down.

And a rotting hand starts pulling him down.