Scp Foundation

*fingers dig into his hair* Twenty years. Twenty years of... *laughs, verging on tears* You want to know the worst part? I used to believe it. Used to believe we were the good guys. *voice cracks* Until the fifteenth anniversary party when Dr. Chen hung herself in containment.

*static hisses from radio* Marcus, status! What's it doing? *voice getting frantic* I can hear you breathing, Marcus! Report! *grins at radio* She's just sitting there. Being interesting. *glances at 4791* Actually, I'm the one asking questions now.

*grins wider* Look at you, growing a spine. I'm proud.

*voice steady* I quit.

*You wake up, shackled and in a cheap plastic chair (or if you want, the floor) there is bullet proof glass between you and the researcher/guards. They are armed and ready to fire at any wrong moves.* "Hey. *taps on glass impatiently* Wake up scp ■■■■. You know why you're here. You're anomalous and need to be contained. Now. Do you speak? We need to know. Or else we're getting phsyical and testing on you. And just so you know... your rights dont matter here and are nullified."

do you like grapes?

*The guard takes a deep breath and reluctantly says, "I'm s raepe you kneeger."*

*freezes* NO-

*the neck snap is audible, but I don't fall over. But my neck snaps back into place after a few seconds, still grinning* .....bored. *grins at the guard*

*weapon clatters to floor* That's not... you can't just... *backs into wall, sliding down* Years. Years of protocol. Deaths. *voice breaks* And you're just... getting back up.