It seemed like every moment I was inside the facility, I was terrified. Every step I took, fear and worries stabbed me like daggers relentlessly. The facility seemed to be a maze. It reminds me of SCP-087.

I opened a door, and I found the doors to the offices of some of the other doctors. There was even the office of Dr. Smith, the doctor I met with earlier. I pressed the button to open the door.

It was a horrific scene.

There was blood splattered on the walls where Dr. Smith had shot himself. I started hyperventilating. I couldn't breathe. For some reason, I couldn't stand the sight of the suicide. I started out of the office and opened the door to the next hallway when I came face to face with SCP-173.

I was only able to stand there, unable to move because of pure fear. I willed myself to move my arm. I slammed the button and closed the door. I waited. I waited more. I heard shuffling not long afterwards. I assumed the SCP had left. I opened the door again and continued through the facility after checking to make sure 173 was gone.

The farther I went into the horrible complex of halls, a sinister feeling crept up on me more and more. I didn't matter to me as much though. I was only focused on escaping, or at least, survival.

I longed to see the outside world. After all, there ought to be windows in this place. I wanted to go home. There was so many things I wanted to do with my life. I couldn't die here, I just couldn't.

I finally realized where I was. I found myself sitting in a corner of an office of a colleague of mine. How long had I been sitting there? Did I actually encounter 173? Am I going insane? I got up and navigated myself to the desk. The office was a mess. There were papers everywhere. Somewhere in the mess was a document of SCP-173, printed. I sat down at the desk. I recognized who the office belonged to. I knew her as Dr. Quinn. She was a very smart doctor and she often worked very hard in her job. She was very much an overachiever. I recalled that once she had been directly contacted by one of the O-5s. After that, everyone at the site went crazy for her. She became almost celebrity status at the site. Most of the O-5s don't pay much attention to regular doctors and researchers like us, that's why it became such a big deal to everyone.

I had a very good relationship with Dr. Quinn. Not that, like, it's that kind of relationship or anything. Anyway, I knew what her password was. Or at least, where to find it. She kept it written down on a sticky note in one of her drawers. After going through all the desk drawers, I had finally found it. I put the password in on her computer and went through the computer.

No, I don't consider myself a nosy person. I just have to find out as much information as I can about as many things possible.

Because in this case, it's a matter of life and death.

Even if it means looking through documents that are above my clearance level.

As I was looking, I heard something odd. It almost sounded as if someone was reaching their hand into some kind of slime or something, and then pulling it back out. It was accompanied by some kind of heavy breathing, but if you were breathing through some kind of gas mask.

I'm going to regret this, I thought as I checked the hall.

Dread filled every inch of my body. I saw a dark, slimy figure resembling an old man. It seemed to have risen out of the floor. I noticed the floor seemed to react in a way as if it were being melted by acid. The floor was being corroded by a thick, inky substance. The figure started coming toward me.

I ran as I screamed for help. I knew there was nobody left to hear me. As I ran, I checked behind me only to find the SCP was still coming after me. It finally hit me. The corrosive material, the strange breathing, the old man like appearance. It was SCP-106.

I could barely seem to run anymore as horror overcame me. My legs felt weak. I didn't know if it was fear or the corrosive material on the floor that kept me from running anymore. It didn't matter, all I knew was that I just became easy prey. I would get taken into the so called "pocket dimension" by 106. Nobody has ever escaped the pocket dimension. Or at least not alive.

The breathing got louder. I felt a wet, slimy hand on my wrist. The whole world seemed to turn and move before my eyes. Colors changed and I felt dizzy. Then I felt sick. I felt like I was about to throw up. At the same time, my head was killing me. It felt like a headache times thirteen. My legs still felt weak and I was disoriented. I couldn't make out anything.

Then, after what seemed like an entire minute of this, I could finally make out some things. I could make out pillars among other things. The structure of the place seemed to be covered in slime and some kind of plants I can't recognize at all. The structure seemed to be greenish, but I could barely see anything since it was so dark.

Then a thought occurred to me. Yet, it didn't seem to be mine. It was as if somebody else was putting thoughts into my head. It was very clear inside my head, as if somebody was saying it to me right then and there. I heard it cleanly in my mind:

Welcome to my world