The Red In Black's Tale

"Well isn't this perplexing." said Site-Director Gordon Thomas, on a routine inspection of the security cameras in the various skips' containment cells. Everything was in order except for ol' 343's cell
SCP-343 was a special case at the Foundation. He was a reality bender who claimed to be the Abrahamic deity known as God. It was the Foundations job to humor him so that he didn't end up destroying all of creation or something like that.
And for the most part it all went along well, Mr. Thomas sends some D-class to keep 343 entertained so that he sits quietly in containment and everything runs as smooth as scheduled. Sure 343 might get a bit out of control every now and then, but that was all within the containment perimeters. In every documented case 343 always put everything back in place.
There was no reason to, yet he always did, in fact it was this predictability that allowed the Foundation to contain 343 in the first place.
Today was odd though, as Site-Director Gordon Thomas noticed, instead of the impossibly large room that 343 usually made for himself, it was the standard humanoid containment cell, with a slunched over man in the middle.