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."

8. Entry 8

As time went on, the Foundation became increasingly concerned with my physical and mental well-being, and conducted regular health exams to monitor my condition. But every time a new exam was scheduled, I became increasingly more resistant, and the guards were required to hold me down throughout the entire process.

I had grown tired of being poked and prodded like a lab animal, and I was increasingly frustrated with the doctors and their never-ending tests. I had come to realize that they had no intention of granting me freedom, and that they saw me only as a danger to be contained. But no matter how much I resisted, the guards were always able to overpower me with their sheer numbers and physical strength. I was forced to endure these exams, my muscles tensed, waiting for the moment that the doctor's would finally end the process.

Each exam left me feeling more and more violated, and I knew that I needed to get out more than ever, so when they did another exam on me, I managed to break free and make a run for it. As I broke free from the exam room, I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. The guards were caught off guard for just a moment, and I took advantage of it, leaping over one and pushing another to the side. I ran as fast as I could, determined to escape this sterile, clinical nightmare.

But my freedom was short-lived. Just as I reached the exit, the head of security stepped in front of me, blocking my path. I don't remember exactly what happened next, but I know that I attacked him. I didn't have any weapons, but I used my fists and feet as best I could, striking him with all my strength.

But eventually, the other guards caught up to me and tackled me to the ground. I struggled and fought, but there were too many of them. They dragged me back to my cell, and I was left to contemplate my failure. Despite my best efforts, I was still trapped. My hopes of escape had been dashed once again, and I knew that it would be a long, long time before I had another chance. For now, all I could do was wait and hope that another opportunity would eventually present itself.