SCP-106

You are sitting in your containment cell, by yourself, with your beloved therapy cat, Brownie, sleeping beside you. You feel tired, as it is 12 a.m. as of right now, but you can't slerp, as your brain reels through...everything. Being attacked by 173, nearly dying to 682, that fight with 106...life feelings like a nightmare...There is a squelching, runny nose in the wall to your right. You look nervously, and 106 is there, climbing out of a dark puddle from the wall...staring at you.