8:50 am: Researcher Iceberg is seen walking to the lunchroom, with SCP-4000 following behind him.
8:52 am: Researcher Iceberg appears to be mind-controlled by SCP-4000.
8:54 am: Multiple staff members have seen SCP-4000 breach containment while on their way to breakfast; many fled, and many contacted the closed MTF unit.
9:00 am: A MTF unit confronted SCP-4000 and Junior researcher Iceberg.
Transcript:
"HOLT!"
"Iceberg and SCP-4000 Put your hands in the air and don't move! If you move, we'll shoot!"
Iceberg seems to be in distress.
"SCP-4000! STOP-!"
Feed is covered with blood, gunshots, and later identified as bones. Only two out of nine MTF members survived.
"Nunc pergamus movere lets habere auditorium! Anni impressi sunt."
Notes: A whisper is heard listening closely by analysis, saying, "Help me..." later identified as Dr.Iceberg.
Ten hours after the incident:
A conversation between Dr. Bright and Dr. Kondraki in the infirmary wing of Site 19:
Both are currently recovering from several injuries, including a skull injury and other broken bones.
Bright: "Man, you look like shit!"
Kondraki: "It's just a broken skull and arm."
Bright: "How did you even survive? I heard a loud crack before I even passed out!"
Kondraki: "He only broke my skull, my kneecap, and shattered my collar bone. Plus, look at yourself! You also look like shit!"
Bright: "I just had a broken arm and a shattered ribcage; I'll be fine!"
Bright: "How's the kid?"
Kondraki: "From what I heard from Rights, he isn't waking up from the coma anytime soon."
Bright: "Good grief! Why didn't they just listen to that boy? In my opinion, this would have been avoided if they just listened to the kid!"
Kondraki: "His body temperature went below -7° Celsius; ice is starting to form on his skin, but by some weird luck, he still has high brain functions, but he isn't waking up for a very long time."
Ten hours before:
He could hear his thoughts begging for him to stop; he couldn't stop. Maybe his father could accept him as his own because he doesn't even have a family. He couldn't get rid of something; it was love, the yearning for someone to love him, for someone to rescue him; it was him. If he could kill him, his mind could finally be his.
"O icee! Dicerem vere eum amare, sed scis te numquam esse cum eo, cedere, numquam te amabit, te solum fastidit."
He could hear him begging to stop.
"Consiste it! Desine VEL ALIO TUUM IUSTA INFIRMIS IMPERIUM"
He could hear him crying, but he doesn't stop; he wants to make HIM bleed.
Six hours after the incident:
Interviewer: o5-9
Interviewee: Agent Strelnikov, who is currently recovering from a massive shoulder and a shattered skull.
O5-9: "Hey Agent. Strelnikov, how are you doing? I see you recovering from your injuries!"
Strelnikov: "...."
