He stared at me weirdly, a predatory look in his eye as he walked past in his chains. I was hesitant to walk through the hall to see SCP -187 which was the original reason I'd come to this particular stationing. I wonder what type of experimenting they've done with the D-Class personnel to make him look at me in such a way.
I couldn't place a finger on whether the way he'd been eyeing me was life threatening, but I brushed it off with an extra tucking of my shirt as I approached the living quarters of SCP-187, he wasn't any of my concern.
I waved to the officers holding pistols and tasers, neutralizers and other types of subduers that could help the SCP behind the door. As I knocked on SCP-217's metal door, knowing well that she wouldn't be able to answer. SCP-217's anesthetics would probably be in work already and she'd be laying in her bed, either asleep or reading a book. I doubted that she'd get up to answer the door nor be allowed too.
Two beats passed and I scanned my card, the door unlocking after plenty of harsh clicking sounds and such before finally opening up too a room of fresh white light.
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FantasySometimes my brain comes up with random funny and/or serious writings and I immediately forget after them, so here they are
