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It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the dark. But when it did, I was on the floor, staring at the broken body of the other Class-D Personnel. I walked out of SCP-173's chamber. I looked up at the railing to my right. The guard that stood there, operating the door was dead. Blood dripped from the upper floor, his gun on the bottom floor as well. I walked over, and picked up the firearm. It was sticky, with the blood already drying on it. I know the most logical thing to do is bring the gun, but I have no place to hold it. It wouldn't fit in my pockets, besides, I don't know how to use it. I pulled the trigger, experimentally, only for a loud click to echo the room. I sighed, and threw the gun away. I wince as the clatter echoes around the room. I noticed a door, and walked over to it. I tripped on something hard. I got to my feet, only to realize it was a vent cover. I looked up. I could barely see the outline of a vent. Maybe that's how the statue got out. I pressed the button to the door. a quiet click, then the door slides open, revealing a corridor, the left being a small wall (goes up to my waist), with glass over it. To my right, there were two doorways, leading to what looked like a small archive. I walked forward. " I know the way out, follow me." I stopped. I ran to the glass wall, spotting a security guard and a scientist. I was about to yell out to them, when suddenly the scientist screams, pointing to a figure in the dark. I blinked. A loud snap. The guard was dead. The scientist quickly backed away, keeping eye contact. I could faintly hear him whisper a long chain of cuss words, some in different languages. I blinked. Another loud snap. All was quiet. I tried to slow my breathing, but I was panicking, I mean c'mon, a fucking killer statue that breaks people's necks. I blinked. It stood in front of me. I yelped, and backed away. It stood there, for what seemed to be several lifetimes. I blinked. A loud crash resonated the room as another vent cover fell to the ground. I quickly got up and ran towards the door at the opposite end of the corridor. It was locked. Needs a key-card. I sprinted to the archive and searched for something useful. A piece of a paper caught my eye. It had a picture of that thing. I skimmed through the document. SCP-173, Class: Euclid, basically a sentient sort of statue, can only move, when not in eye-contact, kills victims by breaking their necks. I just stood there. What in the fucking fuck did I get myself into. I stared at the name. SCP-173. Judging by its name, there must be more like it. A LOT more. I teared up a bit, but stopped when I noticed a Level 1 Key-card. I grabbed it and and accidentally touched something rubbery. Upon examination, I found out it was a gas-mask. I put in on, but found it hard to breath. I took it off. I shoved in my pocket, making it bulge. I grabbed my initiation letter and threw it out of my other pocket, not like I'll need that any time soon. I walked to the door and slid the key-card through the slot. It opened. I walked through, entering a large room, splitting off into two different paths. The left door was closed. The right… the right was… open. It was trying to close itself on the corpse of another Class-D. I cautiously walked to the body. It was a she. And she was riddled with bullets. Oh fuck. The guards are killing Class-D's? shit. This just got worse. Or… I tapped my chin, or maybe… she was… sick? They got a statue that act like weeping angels from Doctor Who, so, why not a zombie virus? Upon thinking this I laughed, then sprinting quickly into the door to the left. I pushed the button. It led me to this… walkway. I took a step. Clank. I tried stepping down slowly, Creeeeeeeeeeeak. Well shit, careful steps make loud noises. I sprinted across the walk. A loud hissing came from both sides of me. Black smoke covered my vision, making my eyes hurt. I quickly blinked, rapidly as I ran. It made the pain more bearable. When I finally went through I was crying hard. Maybe I should use that gas-mask for situations like those. I entered the door before me and was greeted with a single, long corridor. i gulped nervously, I couldn't see the end of it. I walked. There were no doors. I kept walking. still no doors. I looked behind me. I found out I was making no progress. I stared at the door. I walked backwards. The door got farther and farther away. I bumped into a wall and slipped on something. I stood up and looked at what I slipped on. A pencil? I looked behind me. A body of a security guard was on the floor. His helmet was cracked, his visor covered with blood, I couldn't see his face. His body armor was mainly intact, blood, and claw marks splattered all over it. He was missing his right shoulder. The SCP insignia was carved into a wall to his right, but there was no sign of any tool that could've carved the mark into the wall. A note was left on his body.
ṱ̨̹̥͗̈́ͨ͒͂̑́a͉̣͎ͫ̂͒͞͡k̸̨͉͚̲͈̞̦͎ͪ͐̐ͩ̏͆̍é̴̵̠̼͖̲̎̋͌ wh̍ͣ҉̥̤a͉̣͎ͫ̂͒͞͡ṱ̨̹̥͗̈́ͨ͒͂̑́ y͉̻̯͉͓̯̝ͣͨ҉̭o̰͕̞͖͐̅ů͓̠̺̩̝̣̲͚͈̎̆̊̔͌͑̏͊̀ w̵̟̤͎͙͈̤̍͝a͉̣͎ͫ̂͒͞͡n̸̞̤̗̟̞͓̗̖ͨ̀ͨͧͣͨ̑͋̓ͥ͑ͯͧ͠͡ͅṱ̨̹̥͗̈́ͨ͒͂̑́
displayed in front of him was a PDA of some sorts, a radio, and a couple of batteries. I grabbed all of the items, inserting the PDA and clipping the radio into and onto my chest pocket. I stuffed my pockets with the three batteries. Something was staring at me. I looked at the corpse. Nothing changed. "Um…" I say, speaking for the first time since I arrived at this facility,"Thanks."
I walked away, then heard some shuffling. I turned. The body was gone. Where it use to lie was a note.
g̝͔̺̙̱͙̒̃ͪ̂́ͅo̷̲͋̀͝o̼̊̇̇̍̓̅̉͘d̸̛̳ͥͣ l̑ͤ͛̒̂̍҉̧̖̫͖̞͙́u̽҉̷̷̥̗̰̲̞̲̺͇c̴͎̰̮͇̃ͪ̾̌ͯͥk̸̨͉͚̲͈̞̦͎ͪ͐̐ͩ̏͆̍.̘̮ͮ̽̄́ y͉̻̯͉͓̯̝ͣͨ҉̭o̰͕̞͖͐̅ů͓̠̺̩̝̣̲͚͈̎̆̊̔͌͑̏͊̀'l̑ͤ͛̒̂̍҉̧̖̫͖̞͙́l̸͈̹̃ͪ͌̑͛̊͜ ͇̦̍̄̓̎̈̊ͤ̆ṅ̤̫͈͖̯̺͚͠ͅe̗ͬ̓̑̎ͪͥ̂̂͐́e̱̰̣͈̖̥̅͒̾͊͋ͥͦ̀ͅd̴͉ͫ͂ͪ̊̈́́͡ i̻̱ͦ̃͊̽͘t̷̫̗̻͍͇͕̀́ͧ̀̑̚
So... I know that this isn't part of the SCP... lore? but who cares
Again, I'll try and make these chapters longer, but there's school... homework... my other story... tf2...