Henry's Journal

by Prince Moon

"If anyone finds this, I want my view to be known. I'm Henry, well, SCP-8000, and I'm stuck here. I try and try to get out, but I never succeed. Maybe after I tell you my story, will I manage this goal. All I wanted was to go back to my home, my family, my friends."

6. Entry 6

I had managed to evade the Foundation's security teams for a few hours, but eventually, they caught up with me. I had been hiding in an abandoned building, trying to formulate a plan and figure out my next move when they kicked down the door and marched in, guns drawn.

I didn't put up a fight. I knew it was pointless. They took me back to the facility, shackled and under tight security. As we entered the containment area, I found myself surrounded by familiar faces - the doctors, the guards, and the other SCPs.

But this time it was different. This time there was a sense of disappointment and anger on everyone's faces, the workers at least. The SCPs congratulated me for my escape, however brief. I had broken the rules, escaped, and put every worker in danger. I could sense the fear and resentment directed towards me, and I knew that I had lost the trust and respect that I had earned from the Foundation. As I was escorted back to my cell, I couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat.

My dreams of freedom and escape were shattered, and I was back to where I started - trapped in my containment cell. But as I sat there, alone in the quiet, I realized that my escape attempt had not been in vain. I had shown myself that I was capable of taking risks, of defying the Foundation's rules and regulations.

Perhaps my escape had been a failure for now, but it had given me something that I had lacked before - a sense of hope and determination. I knew that I would never give up my dreams of escape, and that I would continue to fight for my freedom, no matter the cost.