The Dawn of Death and Doom

A man sits alone in an office. He casually sips on his tea, as if it were a normal day. It was, unfortunately, not as ideal. He shut out the screams of his coworkers, and tried to ignore the blinding red light situated on the roof. This was the day, he thought. He had worked tirelessly every night for 5293 consecutive years to perfect his plan. This was the only glimmer of hope that he had of saving humanity. The impact is due in 3 hours. He glanced over to his right hand side, where a small, insignificant looking device lay. A big red button, a cliche choice. This button wasn’t here 5 minutes ago, for he had barely finished it. As he sat, setting everything into perfect order, a cloud of fear welled up into him. What if it didn’t work? He shrugged it off, but the thought still lingered.
Dr. Terry Qi would have never thought this day would come. He had lived for 90 thousand years, with the constant threat of SCP-10000 in mind, but it all seemed so far away back then. Now, he felt it was right in front of him.
As he made the finishing touches to this machine of his, he sat back and waited. There wasn’t anything he could do anymore. Nothing. And that’s exactly what he felt like. He would have believed himself to be omnipotent back then, and so did everybody else. Now, he felt like nothing, haunted by the imminent threat of the void that 10000 would bring.