"Talking"

'Thinking' or emphasis

"Intercom/Any SCP"

"Thoughts"

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There's a bang followed by another bang.

Benjamin opens his eyes, getting shined by the bright light above on the ceiling pointing down at him, instinctively causing him to slightly block his face with his hands until his eyes finally adjust to the light.

He sat up in his bed inside his cell, rubbing his eyes and head. He really hated being here, but ever since he has been sent to this Foundation, It is literally hell.

He finally gets up after a while, and just looked at her orange suit, having that god damned SCP logo on it. He hated how much they unwillingly made him do this. He grabbed the instruction paper at the desk, showing his designation.......................D-9341.

He then sighs as the sound of some talking outside the cell door, catching his attention as he looks at the metal door.

"Control this is D-Cells Guard, Mark. Request to open up Cell-311."

The voice said as the door opens, showing two typical Guards standing in front of the cell, as one talked, seemingly being Mark.

"Follow me. We are  authorized to kill any disobedient test subjects, so don't even try doing anything stupid." Mark said pretty sternly, as Benjamin just gave a silent gaze and looked down slightly, as Mark began walking down the halls while Benjamin followed quietly and so did the guard behind, looking at the various cells and guards around.

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SCP-173.

Benjamin just looked back at the guard, as he stood there waiting for him to head there and he does. The door closing behind while he walked through it.

He sees a balcony with a guard watching down at her and two other Class-D.

He don't recognize any one of them , as he went up to him, slightly giving him a wave, as he waved back.

The containment door opens, revealing the anomaly inside it.

The peanut just stood there looking at the wall with its tiny arms as there was a voice heard from a speaker, seemingly being a scientist.

"Attention all Class-D Personnel, please enter the containment chamber."

Benjamin walked in first and so did two other unknown Class-D subject, as the door closed behind them, the researcher speaking again.

"Please approach SCP-173 for testing."

The three stand there, none of them having the courage to approach it. Until eventually the unknown Class-D approaches it.

But then the door behind them opened again, which gave Benjamin a puzzled look, as the researcher talked again in confusion.

"Uh..There seems to be a problem with the door control system. The door isn't responding to any of our attempts to close it. So..please imediately maintaining direct eye contact with SCP-173-------"

The speaker cut off as the lights flickered, sound of concrete and...

The Goddamn SCP-173 moved.

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Unknown Location, Unable to connect to satelite unit.

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*Huff* *Huff*

He pants as he slows to a stop in his tracks, sweat covering his body as he tries to catch his breath, his lungs slowly starting to give out on him. The clothes he's wearing currently isn't exactly athletic for the most part, consisting of loosely hung jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and red Converse All-Stars with a little black line going through the middle. Because of this, his whole entire body is covered in numerous smells, the predominant one being the stench of his sweat.

He starts wincing in pain as the blisters in his feet starts to rub against the interior of his worn-out shoes. On all aspects, he has been through quite a hell storm, running away from guards and dodging elusive experiments that want to kill him.

Of course, this all happened because someone didn't watch a particular shit-faced peanut from killing all of the employees in the testing area he was in. Now he's in this mess, hoping that all of this is just a dream.

He slowly limps his way through the hallways into the entrance of a strange room, labeled 'Gate A'. Grasping the key card tightly with his left hand (his right arm was burned off by corrosive material during a particularly painful experiment), he stumbles his way inside the room to find an elevator inside.

Slowly but surely, he makes his way over to the elevator, the tell-tale signs of the black, corrosive man started to reappear.

The melting sounds of the ground.

The dark figure itself rising from said ground.

The eerie cackles of the figure coming from the ground.

He takes his time shuffling over to where the mentally and physically damaged man stands, hoping to get his prey at last, all of this taking place as the elevator soon makes it to its destination.

Limp walking inside, the man slams his hand on the button going up.

Up and out.

The ding of the elevator rings out as the man slowly peeks out from the doors only to see a peculiar sight: the black man rising out of the ground right beside him and walking past him and into the huge entrance leading to the outside world.

"SCP-106 has broken out of the facility at Gate A, All Personal active at Gate A please prepare for combat." The Ai voice, Y/N's Voice from intercom crackles to life as troops start to gather at the entrance to stop the creature.

"Fire the H.I.D. Turret immediately! Do NOT let it across the bridge!" The urgency of the voice becomes apparent as the now identified SCP-106 now takes long strides across the bridge, leaving a trail of corrosive material with every step taken, in desperation to escape from this wretched place.

All the while, the aforementioned worn-out man uses this opportunity to survey the place around him for an escape route.

The big entrance is out of the question as the whole area is littered with guards. That and the fact that the whole ground is covered in the material.

Looking at the sides of the entrance, he manages to find a doorway leading to the underside of the bridge that the SCP used earlier in his escape attempt that spirals down to the road below it.

It doesn't take long for the guards to see the struggling man as one of them spots him.

"Class-D has been spotted!" he shouts as he points his gun toward the man. Soon after, all of the guards start to point their guns at the fallen man, the man in question still trying to limp towards the tunnel and, hopefully, towards freedom.

"Halt!" A group of specially equipped personnel rushed over to where he is going with the intent of stopping him.

He goes on defiantly.

He feels a burning pain through the lower part of his leg as the man realizes that they are beginning to fire shots at him, but it is too late. Pain starts to erupt everywhere: the left arm, the burnt part of his right arm, part of the right ear, and the calf was burning even more.

Soon he starts to stumble as his vision blurs from the combination of both the pain, the blood loss, and fatigue.

It's surely a sight to see.

The SEP takes a step back to see the man slowly trudge towards them, misunderstanding the situation. One would too: a haggard man, with a burned off arm with bullet wounds scattered throughout his body and eyes blood-shot does make one step back.

"Fire!" one of them shouts out as all of them raise their guns again.

Suddenly, an earthquake occured.

The last thing he catches a glimpse of is the barrels of the guns pointed at him and the shaking of the ground before the darkness consumes him.

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A/N Notes: Thanks for readin >:3