Eyyy look, an awkwardly written story! Um... so... you should probably leave criticism, because i'll need it.
I wake up. I blinked a couple of times before getting off of my bed. Wait a minute... this is a cot, not my bed. The memories flooded through my head, I was arrested for arson, setting a local prison on fire, leaving 21 dead, and lots more critically injured. I was originally was supposed to be sentenced to death, but a man in a suit came in during my trial, and whispered to the judge. I was now going to be held in a secret facility for assistance in some testings. I guess this is the place. I noticed a piece of paper on the table. I grabbed it and read it. I'm now answer to the designation D-1731 apparently, otherwise death. I hear my cell door slide open behind me. "Please step out of the cell, we're authorized to shoot down any disobedient test subjects, so don't try anything stupid." I nod and walked up to the guard, holding an SMG. As I step out, I noticed two other guards, one down the hall, and one to my right. "Just follow me, we're taking you to help with a test." I nod. The guard then walks forward, towards the middle of the corridor, and makes a left. The guard to my right nods towards the left turn. Sighing, I follow the first guard, crossing a metal bridge, that hung over rows of cubicles. We keep walking,"You're awfully quiet, most Class D personnel are usually crying, or asking barrages of questions at this point." I shrug."Well, here we are," he says, stopping in front of a door. There was a sign next to it. SCP - 173 CLASS: EUCLID. I point to it questioningly. The guard tilts his head, "Are you mute or something?" I shook my head and walked through the door, "Well, then don't worry, you'll be fine. I stare at the guard as the guard closed. I turned around, met with the sight of a large door, and standing in front of it, were two other Class , D's. "D-1731, please approach the door." I nod then walked forward, standing ready near one of the test subjects. Both of them looked weary, the one farthest from me, a Mexican male, appeared to be quite jumpy. The doors open with a series of large clunks. revealing a statue, facing the wall. I grimace at the sight of the floor, of what looks like shit splayed all over the ground, some parts are even smeared on the walls. "Please approach SCP-173 to begin testing." The speakers say, as the large doors closed shut. I stare at the statue, with anticipation. The doors open. "Um, there seems to be a problem with the door controls... we're... um... trying to deal with the situation, so in the meantime, keep all eye contact with SCP- One- Seven- Threeeee-" I wince as a sudden large sound shrieks over the speakers. The room flashes dark. I heard two loud wet snaps. The lights are on. The statue is standing literally three feet in front of me. at it's feet, are both Class D personnel, both necks broken and twisted at grotesque angles. I yelped in fright and ran backwards, out of the door, till my back smashed against the wall. The lights flicker. The sound of gunfire rings in the air. Another wet snap. Then darkness.
i'll work on making the chapters longer, so... yea, thx for reading this
p.s. I've noticed that I've been writing fanfiction about... "dead" games, like ones that aren't popular, or new... so... that's unfortunate... I guess