An SCP stretched out on the floor of her containment cell letting out a small yawn in the process. It was SCP-3194. Or Kat as most of the MTFs called her. Kat's ear twitched in annoyance at the thought of humans. At first she thought humans were funny, even charming. Up until she saw what they really were. They were destructive, and ignorant. Humanity was a cancer. A parasite. Collecting things that didn't fit the 'normal human standards' and then locking them up to never see the light of day again. Like her for example. She was humanoid, that was true, but she was far from human. Her fur, pointed cat-like ears, and tail were proof of that. Kat's eyes snapped open as she heard shuffling outside her cell. She knew that this could only mean two things. Either she was getting taken to another room to be interview, or they were bringing in another test subject.

She growled at the thought of them bringing in another Class-D Personnel. She hated having her space invaded. Not wanting to waste any time she stood up standing on her feet. She could feel her fur bristle as she swished her tail ever so slightly as the door to her containment cell slowly began to open. She spotted a few MTFs but no D-class personnel. Kat already knew what was going to happen. She was to be sedated and taken to another room to be interviewed. Again. Flexing her claws she glared at the guards who raised their weapons, ready to fire at the slightest sign of aggression. Quickly she bolted towards the open door on all fours.

And all hell broke loose.

As soon as she began to sprint the MTFs opened fire. They were using tranquilizers of course, not actual bullets. Apparently she was to scientifically important to just kill. Kat pushed of the ground and leaped into the air over the MTFs. She landed harshly on a guard earning a scream of pain has her claws accidentally dug into is chest. Wasting to time she ran out of the containment cell with the MTFs in hot pursuit.

Kat's P.O.V

"CONTAINMENT BREACH! SCP-3194 HAS ESCAPED CONTAINMENT!"

I hear one of the MTFs behind me yell, but I pay it no mind. Almost immediately after I can hear the sirens blaring as red lights flashed through the hallway. Now everyone knew of my little escape from my cell. I quickly turned the corner and ran into the nearest room. It was filled with mops, brooms, and cleaning supplies. I scrunch up my nose at the disgusting stench of chemicals. How did humans stand the smell of this stuff?

Shaking my head I walked over to the door this time on two legs instead of four. I raised one of my ears and pressed it against the door. I could hear the MTFs scrambling outside looking for me. I listen in amusement has one of the MTFs started barking out orders, little do they know I am only a few feet away with only a wooden door separating them and me. Letting out a purr of amusement I stay there until I can't hear them anymore. Slowly and carefully I turned the door knob and opened the door. I took a single cautious step out into the hallway and poked my head outside. My ears perked up straining to hear the slightest sound. Not hearing anything I make my way down the hall.

I was, for once in my life, at lost on what to do. I honestly didn't believe I'd get this far. I glanced over my shoulder one final time before picking up the pace. I had to get out of here. But there was no way I could do it myself. The MTFs would eventually find me. Or worse, another SCP would. I didn't trust humans, but I didn't trust the other SCPs either. Who knew what they were capable of? Unlike humans and MTFs they were stronger. Faster. Unpredictable. I don't want to find out what they can do first hand.

I was so deep in my thought I almost didn't notice a sign not to far away. I stopped immediately and slowly walked over to the sign. It read "SCP-035, Sentient Object." I scoffed as I turned away and began to make my way down the hallway, but the voice of one of the MTFs stopped me dead in my tracks. I could hear the MTFs coming from both sides of the hall. Quickly (and without thinking) I ran into the to room with the yellow sign. I quickly shut the door as soon as I got inside.

Taking in a deep breath I surveyed my surroundings. I saw this mechanism to my left with switches on them labeled "DOOR" and "GAS". The "DOOR" lever was pointed downward towards closed, as well as the "GAS" lever. I walked further into the room towards the desks facing glass that was a gave a clear view of the room next door. I inspected the papers on the desks and reached out to grab one. It was a file on SCP-035.

I felt my fur bristle the moment I read the "Keter". Who ever this SCP was must've been dangerous to earn the item class "Keter." I looked through the glass separating me, and what I guess was the other SCP. I couldn't much except for some guy with a theater mask lying on the floor. At fist I thought nothing of it, until the man slowly started to get up. My fur bristle even more as he turned to face me. He was wearing a class-D uniform and the white theater mask had an odd black substance oozing out of the eyes and mouth. This black substance was everywhere. On the floor where he had been laying, on his face and neck, even his chest.

"Oh thank God someone actually foun- Wait. You aren't a class-D?" I heard him say. At first he was speaking with false relief, which then turned into genuine curiosity. My fur bristled as he approached the glass to get a better look at me. "You're an SCP. Mind helping me out and opening the cell doors? We could escape together."

I narrowed my eyes as my ears flattened against the sides of my head. He was trying to manipulate me, I could feel it. Without saying a word I slowly shake my head and turn away.

"NO! WAIT!," I heard him yell making me stop. "You don't trust me. I get it. But-"

"No. Stop right there," I interrupt looking at him with angry eyes. Did he honestly think I'd be stupid enough to believe him? "You're going to stay in there and I'm going to leave. Plain and simple. Cause me any trouble and I'll-"

"You'll what?"

He's challenging me. I know it. I shouldn't give in, but I can't control my animal instinct. Looking around the room I look back at the lever labeled "GAS".

"Or I'll gas you." I reply with smirk gracing my features.

"I DARE you, kitty~" He taunts in reply coming even closer to the window.

Not wasting anymore time, and frankly, fed up with this SCP I make my way over the Gas Valve lever. I grab the handle and turn to look at SCP-035 in the eyes before yanking the lever down to open the gas valves. Almost immediately after the act is done smoke begins to fill the room until I can't see 035 anymore. I silently stand there listening to him cough and gag. I almost feel bad for him. Almost.

After a short period of time I flick the lever back to closed and watch as the smoke clears. I can she 035 laying on the floor face down. I walk close to the glass to get a better view of him. I probably killed him, but I really don't care. At least until her started getting up again. I watch in horror as he stand up once more coming to where I was at the window and gently pressing his hand on the glass.

"So. You really don't want to leave here alive?" He says in a threateningly low voice. I shiver at how demonic it sounds, as a struggle to keep my cool. "JuSt OPeN tHe ChaMBer DooRs."

Fearfully I took a step back, my eyes wide and my ears pressed back in fear. I jump practically ten feet in the air as the door on my side burst open revealing multiple MTFs on the outside pointing their tranquilizer rifles at me. Next thing I know there is a stinging pain in my neck and the world goes black.

And the last thing I hear is:

"I wIll FinD YoU."