Within Level 0, the tutorial level. (The Foundation has yet to learn its name, but they will in time.) (This was just to give an idea of the location and its name.)

James had been wandering around the yellow walls and wet carpet of a place that seemed to have neither an end nor a proper layout. He had found a few spots that acted as "land marks." These were spots that stood out in the layout. On top of spotting this location, he had found a few walls covered in writing. "I got something here. Some writing can't make much sense of it... Best guess that whoever made it was on the edge of insanity." Reaching around his belt, he pulled out a camera and would take a picture along with tally marks written on the left and right sides of the wall.

"If it spots you, don't move."

"Eyes everywhere."

"Someone wake me up."

The tally marks cover a large part of the yellow wall he was looking at. It was one of the largest walls in the area. From what he could tell, they were rare compared to the other walls that were smaller or broke into segments. Another characteristic that stood out was that many of the walls bent or turned in different directions, which created many blind spots. From time to time, he found small rooms with odd features, such as furniture, that were way beyond what a normal human could handle. "Doubling back, it's getting hard to move in here for long periods of time; the tether keeps getting caught on the edges of the wall." Speaking to the radio, he followed the tether, keeping a hold of a part of it as he walked back to the starting point. "Understood, we still have a lot of rope on our end. You had enough air for about another hour of exploration. When it reaches the thirty-minute mark, make your way back here." The mask of the hazmat suit could filter out practicals within the air, but there are still a few unknowns, and there is a high level of carbon dioxide in the air as well. So, oxygen tanks are a must for any walk around the current location he is within due to this threat at times from his reading the levels. A few reach toxic levels that could cause a person to pass out and cause death.

It was clear that any long-term development of this location would either need a steady stream of tanks or something else to be done. But for the moment, this was what they had to work with until further studies could be done on the place. " Alright, got some slack again. This place has no end, and I have yet to find this door. I have found a few rooms. Some are empty, but I have found signs that people try to live within them. It seems this place is not just limited to sucking in people but also items; my last find was a baseball." Along with it, he collected a backpack, a pencil, and a wallet. It was clear that both living and non-living people can fall through these "holes." Pulling out a can of black spray paint, he would mark the fall with an X or an arrow. The X was a path that diverted from the direction he was ordered to head down. With the arrow begins a guide as to which way he should be to keep moving and if someone must come and find him." Back on track with the direction that I think is north-east. The maze layout of this place combines with the buzzing; I can only guess how many people have been trapped within, never finding a way out." Moving forward, he made sure that there were no knots within the tether when he bundled them up as he walked back.

"James, if you do find this door, come back to us as soon as possible. Going by the report, it seems it eventually ended with one of their teams getting attacked; there could be something there waiting for you." He read over the report just as the others had and recalled the massacre, as one would call it. "Understood command. I am seeing what looks to be a large wall, but it is hidden by these smaller ones. His words were cut up as there was a yank—a hard one—on the tether, nearly causing him to stumble backwards and fall down. Supporting himself on one of the walls, he took hold of the tether, holding it hard. He would give it a yank. "Command. Is the tether slacking on your end still? Something just pulled on it hard. Could you help me check if it's still connected?" As those words left his mouth, another pull on the tether would happen, pulling him back, yet the force on it would then disappear. "We are checking it; know pulling it end; let us know when it starts to pull you." They were doing it slowly. Ten minutes would pass before there was a steady pull on the tether. "It is still attached. I get the feeling there is something in here with me." And from the looks of it, whatever pulled on it seemed to be toying with him.

"I am going to get a better look at this wall and then make my way back." The tether would go slack again, giving it a small yank. To ensure that there was nothing on it or something holding it again, he started to walk towards the wall. "This seems to be another dead end as much as one could be for this place." Moving through the rows of smaller walls scattered throughout the area, I got a better look at the large wall. Compared to many other areas he looked over, this wall was the longest and had no broken parts, like a crack anywhere. "Copy if that is the case and still return; we need to check what you have found and get you fresh tanks." Moving past the line of broken walls in a somewhat open area, he focused on the wall. As he moved his head up and down, one thing stood out: the color was different—a deeper yellow color compared to the other areas. "Command. This wall is different here than the others; it is still yellow but darker. The pattern is different too." Walking closer, he ran his hand over a section.

Unlike the other walls that run throughout the area, this one was not damp or moist to the touch. I patted it a few times until it became solid. It was a test to see what else was different about this wall other than the pattern and color. "I neither see nor feel anything else strange, but I think it is a clue for one who is stuck within this place." Looking up and down, he could see a break where the wall seemed to end about fifty feet ahead of him. Reaching for the tether, he would pull it on a few times, pulling up some of the rope and making a small bundle on the ground. "That was me. I just need some slack. It seems the wall breaks off ahead, I guess about fifty feet." Letting the Command know why it was pulled on before making its way towards the end of the wall and splitting off. It was another long wall that seemed to go the same distance. "See anything else?" A voice came over the radio as James made his way down the other side of the wall. "Nothing yet, but I think this could be the location of that door or pretty close to it." Soon he reaches the other end of the wall; it seems to be like a cube, and within the middle on the other end was a wooden door. "Command. I think I found it—a wooden door... But something off here, where it is located, seems to be within an enclosed space, a cube. My guess is that we're looking at a pathway to another dimension, just like this place. I'm going to attempt to open the door."

Moving once again, he came to a stop at the door, placing his hand on the handle to see if it would turn, and it did with the movement of his hand. "It can be open, but I am coming back to the entrance. We are going to need the Zeta-9 here with me before we go any further. I mark the way towards this location." Pulling out his can of spray paint, he marked the door with a big X, followed by an arrow reaching the other side of the wall, followed by another X on the first part of the wall that could be seen. "Area is marked, making my way back." He was getting low on oxygen, and with the fact that something pulled on the tether not too long ago, it was time to head back, taking hold of the tether attached to his harness. Getting a small bundle in his hand, he would make his way back, making sure that there was not too much slack at the start. "Zeta—9 is going to meet you half way to ensure you get back here safely. Are you having no problem at this time?" Keeping his eyes on the tether as he walked, he also made sure that the line behind him was not getting snagged on any of the walls. "Everything is clear so far at this time. I think we should be clear." He hopes that nothing is to happen to himself or Zeta. It was not long before he spotted several men decked out in military equipment. "Spotted Zeta, 9." His words were heard on the radio as one of the mole rats walked over to him.

"Good to see you, James. We were worried that we would have to come in guns blazing." Mole 1 chuckled. "I'm not going to lie on this one; this place gives me the creeps." Mole 1 said, looking around the endless rows of walls that were placed at random locations. "You're not the only one who let head on back and got some things to drop off." Mole 1 nodded his head, and the group made their way back to the gate. Much to their surprise, nothing came about as they made their way back. The gate would start to shut behind them, and alarms went off to warn others that it was closing to avoid anything getting caught in between them. James would unhook the tether from his harness as the wrench started to bring it back in. "Here." He holds up the backpack, which seems like someone from middle school would have. "There are a few items in here that need to be looked over. From the looks of it, a lot of people have ended up there. And just like with the walls, total randomness—men, women, children, everyone—can end up in there." It makes him wonder if anything like cars, aircraft, or boats could also end up in this place or another location. Mole 1 would take hold of the backpack as James walked to one of the preparation rooms to take off his gear and equipment.

As he did so, one of the scientists who work at the foundation would walk in. "You know you guys should at the very least wait until I'm sure there is nothing on the suit and myself." The man stopped within a few feet of him. "I am aware of that, but I think as long as I don't touch you, I should be fine anyway. I have a few questions to ask before letting you out." James has been through this many times with these people. "Go ahead." This was a test of sorts. "First of all, do you know who you are and where you are located?" Sliding off the boots at the bottom of the hazmat suit, James looked at him. "We are in Provisional 20, and my name is James. I did experience some strange things there, but they did not affect me as far as I can tell. Will there be other tests I can do? Then I know the entire drill of what must be done." It was standard protocol; it could be anything from a few words to a full written test to other methods to ensure one was still the same. "I don't think so at the moment, but I will have you rest for a little bit before there is any other testing." Knowing that they had a pathway worked out, their next plan was to send in Zeta—9 members—and see what was behind the door.

Provisional site 20: labs.

When the SCP Foundation moved into the building, there were several rooms that were labs when they discovered them. They were a mess, just like many of the other rooms within the place, and so after a cleanup, it was easy to turn them into function labs once again to use on a white table where the backpack and several other items were. Two scientists were at work on the items, along with a carpet sample that was taken as well, and at that moment, one was looking at a microscope. "Hmm... By all accounts, this is a normal carpet that is coated in fluid; I see not much of one that would call an anomaly." Looking up from the microscope, another was running a test on the fluid sample that was taken from the carpet. "According to the computer, the fluid matches closely with the pleural fluid; much of the rest, however, I can't find a match. This would explain why one should not drink it." Yet being stuck with no food or water for days could drive one to do it, not knowing it would do more harm than good. "Let's move on to the other items for a moment. We got what we could, I think, from these samples first. We need to find anything that gives us at least some clue as to where they come from." The first item to study was the baseball that was found to be faded, with no signs left on its body of where it came from or even a name on it. The other items were the same. "Got a number here on the ball." It was faded in blue marker.

"78... I would guess that came from the year 1978. The report did say someone had fallen in during the 1970s; people could have fallen into it far longer than that." The other items were random: a flute, toothbrush, fork, and the backpack. The current theory is that there was nothing else in the backpack. Was that whoever had fallen into the unknown realm emptying it out to have less weight and a way to carry items? Looking over the backpack, they spotted a tag on it that had information; it had the name of the model and the year it was made. " 2001." Seeing the number, it was clear that this one was more recent compared to the others so far, and it was the only other one that had any marking on them that could tell where it came from and time period. " 2001. It's just a few years old, so people are still falling into it even though the gate has been closed for some time." Everything was becoming clear that the "holes" were the ones causing people to fall out of reality, which are a threat to humanity and SCPs. There was talk about the fear of any of their SCPs, even the ones that were not living, falling through and begin lost. And these objects prove that they, along with livening creatures, can either end up in this place where they have an opening or another.

"We will have to send this report up to the director and, from there, figure out what we shall do going forward... Do we also have the records yet on those two bodies of those creatures? If they are here, we send it to him as well; if not, we will make a copy." There was very little they had, and what James was sure to give in his report to the director about what to do with the wooden door seemed to lead to a different area. Both of them gathered what they could at the time and made their way to the door, intending to give him the report directly by shutting off the lights as they left the room.

And soon, things will get both more deadly and interesting for everyone.