- Joined
- Dec 23, 2016
- Messages
- 99
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I was woken up by at knock on my door. The noise echoing through my head and planting itself in my subconscious. I opened my eyes. I was in The Foundation. I looked around the white room. Removing the sheets from my body and leaving them on the bed. The knock returned this time, more aggressive and more stressed. "In a minute, sir" I looked out the small window. The smell and sound of rain were something I had an obsession with since my childhood.
"They've got some work for you, come with me." Said a decently sized security guard with a rifle in his arms. Looking straight at me. I followed him through the corridors of The Foundation. The last time I was here I still had my sanity and memories intact. Luckily my limbs are still intact. I looked around the room, the pale and bleak look of The Foundation reminded me of a hospital. Am I seeing what I need and not what reality in fact is? Perhaps. I lost track of space and time before I even noticed I was standing at the gate of a containment chamber.
I looked over to the warning poster by the door. "SCP 682, Object Class: Keter" The lizard, dammit. I looked up to the researcher's headquarters.
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