Per 
The event occurred on July 13th, 1963.
[LEVEL 3 ACCESS REQUIRED]
A red light rotating accompanied by the slow voice of a speaker. .̴̸̴̷̴̷̸̵̨̨̨̯͎͕̤̻̙̱̤́̎͊͗͊̃̑̄̓͐̾̂́̓̚̕ͅ”̶̸̴̵̷̷̶̧̧̧̛̛͖̝̗͈͈̺͔̬͖̺̹̒͊̐͐̋̕͠͠͝
Over and over again. It's been doing it for the past hour.
Every once and a while someone will scream…
Then there will be some other number of sounds…
Besides that, it’s completely silent. My orange jumpsuit speckled with red dots of blood. I'm bleeding heavily, if I don’t find something I’m going to die. I can’t walk I think I’m paralyzed below some point, but I don’t know where. I think I’m in a storage closet there’s a lot of equipment like mops and sponges.
Except in the corner, there’s an M9.
I was convicted of a crime I didn’t commit. The murder of a young little girl. Her name was something like Aron not sure though. Does that make me a bad person? I didn’t do it. But I should at least remember the correct name.
They told me I had two choices. One was to spend a life in prison. The other was to spend 40 years in the "foundation”. I didn’t know what the foundation meant. I thought it was a mental institution. I could not have been further off.
It was a place where they housed monsters. Creatures that defied the laws of physics. I had encountered one.
It was a concrete statue that had a faint yellow color. The guards or scientist monitored us from cameras. The rule was that if you blinked you had to say so. There were six of us in the room. We were all wearing the same orange jumpsuit. Some smart ass thought it would be a good idea to keep his eyes closed.
Somehow five of us managed to blink at more or less the same time. When we opened our eyes the guy that had kept his eyes closed… was dead.
His neck had been snapped…
I remember one of the guys screaming. It caused us too all look away from the damn thing. It appeared inches from my face. Just standing there. Along the way of getting in front of my face it had killed two of the guys. We started to panic. But by then we got how to play the game.
Just keep looking at it. Someone must look at it at all times.
They wouldn’t open the door. No matter how much we shouted screamed and cried the door stayed shut. It didn’t matter though. We all blinked at once again at some point. And it disappeared.
It didn’t come back…
We looked around wildly but we couldn’t find it no matter how hard we looked. After a while we gave up. It couldn’t be hiding the room is small and there’s nothing to hide behind. All three of us sat down one of the guys was crying. We shared our stories. How we got to this hell.
One of the guys (the one crying) said his name was Val He was Russian. He said he had driven into a crowd during a gay rights march. Pretty fucked up.
The other dudes name was Ken. He was pretty old and worn looking. Must have been in his sixties. He had beat his [REDACTED].
I didn’t know what was worse. What was out there or what was in here.
Ken said he had seen this one before. The thing… he called it the “peanut”. Fun name for a hell demon. He mentioned that there were others. Like a computer that he said was nearly alive.
Val added that they gave these things numbers. “Peanut” was SCP-173. The computer Ken mentioned was SCP-079. Ken said there was upwards of 3000 of them. Val said he still doesn’t completely believe that. He does agree however that there are a whole lot of them.
I asked how the “foundation” housed these things. What I got in return were a lot of shrugs.
When they asked me for my story I told them how I was framed. Ken laughed this odd booming laugh. It sounded playful, but had an odd threatening hint to it. “Son there’s no need to hide what you did while you’re here”. We didn’t discuss it further.
A short while later the lights cut out abruptly. They then flickered back on.
The speakers perked up and kindly explained that everybody should get the hell out of dodge. It also said that the foundation was now on auxiliary power. “Nice to know things are going well” Val said in a thick Russian accent. Not thick enough to the point where you couldn’t hear the sarcasm though.
Ken suddenly got up and made an announcement. “We are all screwed gentlemen unless we start finding a way out”. “What about the door” said Val not ever making eye contact with anyone? “Great idea Val the door is bound to no longer be locked”. I said my voice heavy with sarcasm. “Val may be right”. “If the doors are locked magnetically then the brief power serge could have disabled them”. “Somehow I doubt a cell meant to keep hell spawn from escaping would use magnets to keep their doors shut”.
Ken got up slowly. The popping in his knees was audible. He walked over to the door. Slid his fingers between the two sides and pulled. After about a minute his back gave out. He fell on the floor cursing. “Help me up goddammit!” Val and I reluctantly walked over and hoisted Ken too his feet. Without a word he went back too tugging at the door. “Ken…” Val said with a disappointed look on his face. “Even if the doors are locked magnetically, they weigh at least a ton each”. “Then help me!” Ken said slowly. You could hear the anger in his voice.
I looked at Val. I was pretty sure I knew that Ken was capable of some pretty messed up shit. I’d also like to prove both of them wrong so I started to tug on the door. Val took a deep breath and soon joined us.
To my surprise the door started making a deafening screeching noise. And then began to move. Val looked at me and smiled. “Fuck off” I said knowing I had been beat. When the two sides of the door were about 3 feet apart Ken backed away. Val and I did the same. “Ha!” Ken boomed, a large smile on his face. “This is probably only the beginning” I said. “There will be guards and more of those… things along the way”. “Call them SCP’s” Ken said. “It has a ring to it”.
It turns out I was wrong about there being more SCP’s. After about an hour of wandering around we had encountered no signs of life. Human or not. It was a bit like those movies where you don’t know what happened and there’s not a single sign of life.
“This is new” Val said so suddenly it made me jump. It obviously surprised Ken to because he spoke up “I want complete silence, we need to be able to hear if something… or someone is coming”. Val and I nodded.
In my opinion it was a lot worse with it being completely silent. That way if we heard a sound we knew we were screwed.
After about an hour the tension settled down. Val was the first to break the silence. “When I was five. We had to move to America”. He paused for a second before speaking again. “This was during the war of course, German men came to our house… they said they would kill us if we didn’t leave.” Ken looked at Val. The look was a sad one. “Son… I fought the Germans for America of course“. Both Ken and Val looked at me. I knew what they wanted me to do. Ken was the first to address the elephant in the room. “What did you do during the war son?”
Now this shouldn’t be a question that’s hard to answer. During the battle of the bulge I was fighting alongside a kid. He couldn’t have been older than 15. As soon as the fighting started. His head was blown from his shoulders. It came to rest on my feet. I ran. I’ve never run that far or that long in my life. I deserted them.
“I… r… it was hell what else is there to say?” Val glanced up at me. “You ran didn’t you?” “Yes” “I don’t blame you”. We didn’t talk about it after that.
After a while of walking the lights cut out again. Everyone jumped at least a foot. The red rotating emergency lights however stayed on. “We’re not getting anywhere. Take a sit” Ken said with a sigh. We began talking about or lives back home. We all knew what Ken had to say and didn’t want to hear it. “I and my mother live in a shack back in Wyoming”. “It isn’t nice or anything”. “But it was the only thing we could call home”. Val said quietly. “I ran my car through that protest because it was the only way I could get money.” His voice began to crack. “My mom was dying!” “Now I don’t even know if she’s still alive”. He soon began to cry softly.
I began my story. “I’m not married or anything“. “No one is there to look out for me”. “I’ve lived on the streets since I was seven”. “I grew up stealing”. “The rats were your friends” “the people however”. “They would kill you”. I finished and took a second to breathe.
“Looks like we all lead some shitty lives” Ken said with a slight laugh. “If we do di-“Ken suddenly grew silent. “What’s up?” I said.
“Stop talking” Ken said so quietly I had to ask him to repeat it. He did repeat it just with a few changes “shut up” we listened
There was a faint arithmetic sound of shoes hitting the tiled floor. Val slowly spoke “get back”. The footsteps suddenly went silent. We stood listening. Waiting. “The footsteps disappeared they didn’t fade away.” I stated quietly. “Then they’re still there!” Val snapped at me. I turned too Ken…
All Ken saw was black and all he could hear was silence.
A hand rested on Kens shoulder…
It belonged to a man with a white mask…
A long beak protruded from the face…
It had no eyes…
Only deep dark pits…
It was silent…
Like the red rotating light…
Which spun above…
I slowly backed away. I motioned to Val too do the same Val wouldn’t move. “Val come on!” he wouldn’t move. I tugged on his shirt. He stumbled and soon started to move in my direction. The man looked at Val. Slowly following him with his gaze.
It suddenly spoke in a horrible monotone voice. “Your friend… has been cured, rejoice”. “Cured of what you [MAJOR REDACTION]” Val screamed so loud it was hard to understand him.
It replied its hollow eyes leering at us “ț̵̮͕̲͔̞̭͇̲̀̆͑̈́͘̚ḩ̷̘̰͙̪̯͍̥̣̖̱̮̞̓̿̔̇̈́̽͊̾͘͝͠͠e̸̤̠͍̘̗̣̮͕̭͊͛͊͆̚͜ ̸̧̥̺̹̣̻͙̣̣͓̻̣͛̈́̔͋̚̚͜͠p̴̨̨̣̞̳͚̻̖̯͙͖̀̎̄̔̈̓̽̀͗͂̕͝͠e̸̡͖̼̺̬̊̉̀̏̽͂̈́̾̏͌̇͘͝ͅs̷͈̀̑̈́̽͊̽̊t̷̒̿̂̓̄̉̆̅̄̾͠ͅį̵̢̘̦͉̣͚͐͒̾͛͗̌͊͛͋̈̚l̴̡̨̨̫̲͙̗̭̭̥͆̉̑̽̂̓̅̽̐͊͒̃e̵̛͓̭̞͉̯̙͎̭͚̪̹͂̏̑̉̈͠ͅņ̴͍̲̓̐c̸̟͗̈̂̽̃̏̑̎͋́̕̚͝ê̴̡̦̮̺̼̤̳̮̲̦̙͕ ̴̺͛͌͒̓̍̋̏̌̈́̓̄̚̚”
Val spat at the man. He didn’t move.
“There aren’t many magical things on this planet. However death is magical. Like something out of a story book. You sleep and don’t wake up.” The man said quietly.
Things move in slow motion.
“Piss off!” Val shrieked.
“Your friend is not dead he is merely changing.”
“Prove it then!” Val yells his voice cracking.
The man takes his hand away from Ken. Kens eyes lift lazily open.
Val makes a dash towards Ken. The man backs away slowly.
Something is wrong…
That’s not Ken…
Not anymore…
“Val, wait!”…
It’s too late…
Ken outstretches his hand to neck height…
Val doesn’t have enough time to stop…
He rams into Kens hand…
Val makes a gargling sound…
Then Ken snaps Val’s neck…
…
…
[SYSTEM ERROR]
I can’t take it anymore…
I’m…
Falling…
Falling…
…
Down…
Down…
Pick up the M9…
It beautiful…
…
Metal…
Cool…
Roof of mouth…
Pull……………………………………………………………………head hits wall …………………………………………………………hello light ……………………………………………why am I falling ………………………………………………….I don’t want to fall……… please…….. No-…………………………………………………………I was scared this isn’t my fault…………………………………………………..I was scared
……………………..scared………………no…………………help mee..e.. …̵̦̺͉̦̣͈̀͆…̷̨̧̡̳̖̣̔͊.̷̨͓͖̫̗͚̄.̸̦̹̥̖̜̒ĕ̷̡̢͇̬̟̗͚̻̃̈̈́̀̂͝ẹ̵̟̙̚͝e̷̫̞͍̺͍̘͗̌͐͝e̵̼͉̜͂̊̽́̍͊̌͠ē̴̡͈͑̈̌̑͊͌̒͜e̷̞͚̣̟̬̞̽̄̎ề̸̥̗̠̻̲̗̈̅̋͜͝e̸̩̅̀̾͋͆̃e̷̢̤̝͖̩̬̰͑̒̔̒ȩ̶̣̗̭̥̣̕e̷̢͖̪̜͂̎̇̐̆͘e̸̢̘͈͚͔͒̏̾̃e̸͖̋̾̉̒͆ͅẻ̴̲̆̂̔͘͘͝ę̸̩̙͔͕̲̔̄̄̄͑͘͜e̵̲͈̹̟̤͚͋̽͆̂̍…̸̨̧͖͉̼͙̈́̒̉͂͝.̸̜͖̞̖͑͒͜e̶̝̐̍͝
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