"Why do they call it Euclid? I haven't brushed up on my ancient Greek history lately."

A chuckle can be heard from outside the containment cell, it was short, like most chuckles are.

"There was, like, an old mathmitician named Euclid-something, he apparently discovered the foundation for modern physics. It's meant to be ironic, I think, cause many Euclid SCPs break the laws of physics"

"Yeah, but doesn't almost every single SCP defy physics in some way."

There was a short silence.

"Look, don't look into it too much into it. Not many of these things are supposed to make much sense anyway. Not like Black Canary over here can defy physics or anything."

"Black Canary, that's a new one. Something that must've come from the creative mind of Jeremy Vierwheeler over here"

"Eh, maybe Black Canary stole your ability to pronounce basic words."

"You last name has 4 vowels in it, it's 10 letters, and it's German, that's literally all the elements needed for an unpronouncable name"

"Yeah, and a dumbass pronouncing it. Look, let's ask Black Canary if likes his new name."

"You're not seriously going to call him tha-"

The plate masking the small 6'' by 5'' window was pulled up, revealing a Caucasian male, he looked around 18 years old, 1.6 m tall, he is wearing blue jeans and a black dress shirt. The subject has a pair of bulky, leathery headphones, they are plugged into a 1970's stereo. The subject wears a pair of blacked out 1970s glasses He is sitting there, with a blank look on his face.

"Hey, Black Canary, how you doin'?"

No response.

The plate fell back into it's slot, blocking view from the subject

"Well, must be fine"

The two guards stood there, making small conversation for hours. Eventually, a researcher came down the hall, carrying a plate of food. There wasn't much food on it, only enough for your average school lunch. It was placed in a small slot, which slid nicely into the room. There was exactly 30 seconds of wait, before soft, repetitive footsteps could be heard. Although barely due to the multi-layer steel door and heavy layers of protection that the guards were expected to wear.

More waiting.

More small conversation.

More standard procedures.

There was a small clicking that could be heard in the hallway that the guards were standing in. They have heard it clicking steadily for a few minutes and assumed it was just an electrical problem. They had reported it to the researcher bringing the food, although no one had come, yet. Among these small sounds was a sound that was seemingly overshadowed by the others but had started to become louder, it was the sound of...moaning.

"You hear that? It sounds like...crying"

"I hear many things, none of them sound like crying."

"Check his containment cell."

"What?"

"You heard me, he might be having a seizure."

"Why do you have to automatically assume everything is him have a fucking seizure."

"I don't, plus, what else in here makes a crying noise?"

"First of all, there is no crying sound, second of all, even if there is a sound, it might just be a new researcher."

"In the Euclid Section? Yeah, I totally believe that."

"Not a totally new researcher, dumbass. A researcher going up a level."

The soft clicking had started to get louder, alongside the moaning (which now sounded more like screaming). The guards could now hear it getting louder and faster, the lights started slightly flickering. It wasn't incredibly obvious, 1 or 2 lights would start to lose brightness, then return to full brightness. This quickly turned to 3, then 4, then 5 lights. All of the lights started flickering. The guards almost had a full out argument, at this point. The screaming was clearly audible to the guards. They both realized that the subject must've been having a seizure. They pushed up the slit that covered the glass and saw the subject spazzing out while sitting down. His hands were on his headphones, almost trying to get them off. One of the security guards turned on his radio.

"Turn on the gas to 3064's containment chamber!"

Nothing happened.

"Hello? Someone turn on the goddamn gas to 3064's containment chamber!"

Nothing happened.

The walls of the room appeared to "peel" off. Strips of the glass were peeling off.

"Fuck it."

One of the security guards put their keycard in the slot, a short but loud beep was heard. He pulled open the door and stepped in, an extendable baton in his hand. The other security guard stepped in after him, with the same type of baton in his hand.

The subject turned his head up towards the first security guard, who was running across the chamber, his intention obvious. He got about halfway across the containment chamber before tripping and collapsing on the floor, his hands immediatly went up to his ears, as if he were in great pain. The other was behind him and continued running towards the subject. He used the baton and hit the subject on the head. The subject fell to the ground, clearly unconscious.

The security guard sat on the wall, he needed a moment to recover from all of this. The security guard radio'd in that his partner needed medical assistance and that they needed engineers and an additional guard to replace the injured one for the time being. It took a few minutes but the engineers, docters, and additional guard came. The injured guard was taken away by the docters and the engineers started to check the lights to see if there was an electrical problem. It was easily decided, though, that there was no electrical problem and the flickering lights must've been a part of the SCP. It was another change of behaviour, this had become common. There had even been talks of changing the SCP Classification to Keter if these changes became more malicious and frequent.

The new security guard that was selected was moving up a level from watching a row of "Safe" SCPs at the same time. The two guards wanted to talk, but it was awkward due to the vast amount of question the new security guard was asking. Although the old security guard was fairing well to the questions.

"So, what's this SCP's "name"?"

"SCP-3064"

"No, not his number, his name."

There was a brief pause, the guard spoke for a moment then stopped himself. After a few seconds, he spoke again.

"Milo, his name is Milo."

"And what's your name?"

"Liom, my name is Liom"