Shit, Tom thought.

He was really screwed.

The boots were getting louder.

A minute passed by and Tom didn't move.

The boots got louder.

Tom crammed himself into the farthest corner of the bed, hoping that if he put his head down, they would only see his hair and move on.

The boots got louder.

Tom ducked his head down and scrunched back even further.

They were here.

Tom held his breath, in case that could give him away. That is, unless his pounding heartbeat didn't give him away first.

The door knob jiggled, then twisted quickly, the door swinging open with a creak. 4 men dressed in all black entered the room, though Tom couldn't see them. Quickly, one of the men dropped down to look under the beds.

Tom held as still as he could.

Were they going to see him?

They did.

The man who looked under the beds stood up and turned to one of his partners.

"Man, I wonder where this SCP is." He said, trying to suppress a giggle.

His partner turned to him and said, "Yeah, I bet they're really dangerous to be a Keter."

Tom heard them perfectly. He knew what they were doing, they were trying to anger him into coming out.

Or they were ridiculing him.

Either way, Tom was fuming. He knew they had seen him, so why wouldn't they just get it over with? Why did they have to do this?

Tom started to breathe a bit louder. His head started pounding.

No! Not now, please, not now! Tom thought.

A headache was a bad sign.

He tried his hardest to calm down, but nothing was working. The men were standing in front of the bed, waiting for him to come out.

He would show them.

He would show them that whatever Keter meant, he was it.

And more.

Purple smoke started to drift from his eyes sockets, filling up the space under the bed. It leaked out from nder the bed, starting to fill the room.

"Holy shit, that's a new one." He heard one of the men say.

"Hey Keter!" One shouted, laughing, "Stop using that fog machine and come on out!"

Tom would show them.

He would show them they made a mistake.

The purple smoke now covered the entirety of the floor, and was rising.

He felt the pounding get louder and louder, consuming him.

It began, the blackness growing, spreading over him. His hands turning into razor sharp claws. Fur sprouting from his neck. Horns, forcing their way out of his head, lifting the bed up ever so slightly. He grew, the bed rasing with every passing second.

The men's joking and laughing became silent as the bed crashed to the floor, Tom's massive figure being revealed.

A second of silence.

A staredown.

Tom's snout, inches away from one of the men's face.

He made a mistake, reaching up to boop the monster on the nose.

The beast stayed still for a second.

Then, it reached forward and bit the man's head clean off, his body tumbled down to the floor.

One of the other men screamed, causing the creature to lunge forward, biting and slashing at whatever was in it's reach.

Five minutes passed.

Every man that had entered the room was dead.

The only thing of them that remained was blood, splattered across the walls and floor.

The beast wasn't done yet.

It stomped over to the door, poking it's large snout out the entryway.

Meat.

Fresh.

Hungry.

It retreated back into the room and ran forward, it's strong horns downward and crashed through the thick cement walls, making an awful loud sound.

It also told every living person nearby to do one thing.

Run.

Hey! Trashbag here, bringing you more of SCP-5043.

this is kind of a short chapter, bt some real good stuff happens!

chapter will now come out quicker because i actualy have the full plot planned out.

BYE!