Dr Jack bright was sat at his office, writing reports of his most recent test as his medallion swung softly. He wore his typical white lab coat, his blue jumper and black trousers. Plus some black boots. His glasses sat on his face, covering up his green eyes, though his hair covered them more than the glasses. His hair was ginger as this was the body he had fallen agaisnt. It was the closest one that looked like the rest of his family and so he chose it.

His fingers trapped his pen as he had stopped writing a few seconds ago, letting his thoughts swam his head.

Usually he had an alright mind when he wasn't having an identity crisis and or a break down but this day seemed to be a bad day with said thoughts.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as his therapist had told him to do. Whenever he had these  thoughts he was told to take a deep breath, calm himself and remember that he doesn't have any power of getting rid of his amulet and it wasn't his fault he was ever living.

Though unfortunately for bright, this wasn't time for calm thoughts. Sirens began to blare across the entire foundation. He groaned quietly, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes before he slicked his hair back and shoved them back on.

He placed his clicky pen down on the desk, besides his papers before he grabbed his phone, looking at the o5 council chat and typed a small

"We might have a problem?"

"Obviously we have a problem! Scp 076-Able, Scp 106-the old man and scp 2430-the immortal Hitler, are on the lose and you are here to tell me we might have a problem!?"

Bright shrank down in his chair, turning his phone off and placing it on the opposite side to where he has put his pen.

Able and him did not get on so well. Well obviously-Without a doubt. But able was the one who took jack brights original first ever life and left him to be immortal for the rest of eternity so yes-Bright hates him.

But able also hates Jack for beging the first person to ever not die when he killed him so the two never started off on good terms.

He eventually got up from his chair, swiping the stray strands from his face, and walked over to the bathroom door which was next to his bedroom door. Dr bright had to live in the scp foundation as he was technically an Scp. But he was living under his terms since he could basically overpower any one of those people there and escape...but he liked his possition in power within the scp foundation and he also liked his office so he asked to live in his office and there he was, living there.

He closed the door behind him and turned the sink on, slowly tuning out the noises from the sirens and splashed his face with a little water. He was better off staying in his office than he was going out there.

Anyone would agree

Dr bright may be known for his lunitic antics and pranks but the man was a very smart and valuable indervidual. As so if his current body was ever killed and his amulet lost, jack bright would be forever lost until found. And that could be an hour to many upon many of centeries.

He turned the tap off, trying not to think about what could be happening out there, and looked himself in the mirror. It wasn't until then did he feel something watching him.

He had cameras all around his office and his bedroom, just incase something went wrong with his pranks or he was having a severe episode with his mental health but never had he felt watched like this.

He looked behind him before bsck at the mirror. Nothing. No being that couldn't be seen through mirrors. No shadow creature, no decaying walls. Nothing was there...

So what where these thoughts?