The SCP Foundation

Chapter 47: SCP-1152

A guard was walking towards the containment cell of an SCP, currently kept in the animal housing in the facility. He was carrying a bowl of feed, fit for an animal, with small traces of anti-depressants.

He opened the door to the containment cell of the SCP and he immediately noticed it.

The SCP appeared to be a man, presumably in his early 20s. Despite its appearance, prior tests show that it's a member of the common raccoon species with an intelligence up to par with a twenty year old male human.

It was currently locked in a cage, as if trapping an actual raccoon. This meant that the SCP had minimal movement inside the cage.

"Here's your food, SCP-1152..." the guard announced. "Let me open the cage door and hand it to you."

The guard opened the latch of the cage door and opened it slightly. Suddenly, the SCP seemed to lash out at the guard and exited its cage.

The SCP began to attack the guard and steal his keycard. The SCP then went to the doors of his containment cell and escaped.

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The general and the captain were together in the office of the site director to handle documents and paperwork. Even though the captain agreed that the two would split the work, it felt like she was doing most of it.

Captain Polonskaya was handling some of the documents and she looked over to the general to check on her progress. She was spinning around in the swivel chair, bored, with a stack of paperwork on the des

"Uugggh... it's so boring here..." the general groaned.

"Ma'am, you haven't even gotten started on your paperwork..." the captain responded. "We should be done with this by tomorrow..."

"Who said that?" the general asked.

"The O5 themselves, ma'am..." the captain answered.

"But... they're not the boss of me, are they?" the general asked.

"They are, ma'am."

"Dammit!"

The general then placed her head on the desk, completely giving up. She didn't want to do the paperwork, but the council would remove her position if she didn't complete her duties.

"Hnngh... it's literally impossible..." the general spoke up. "I don't get how people do these kinds of shit..."

"Well, both Site Director Thomas and Hurst seemed to have done an adequate job at it." the captain reminded, then muttered. "Although, Hurst may have some issues..."

"Of course they can do that! Because they're old!" the general sat up. "I still have my whole life ahead of me, but I'm stuck here all day? That's not okay!"

"Ma'am, you're turning twenty-seven next mo--"

"Don't give me that, captain!"

The general sighed, both bored and frustrated.

"Listen, we haven't gotten any action today... well, mostly me..." the general spoke. "It's a really slow day. Literally nothing's happening!"

"Don't worry, general... maybe something will turn up eventually..." the captain tried to reassure her. "Probably..."

"Doubt it..."