The SCP Foundation

*D-Class takes a shaky step closer* Answer me! *suddenly lunges forward*

*does a ballerina move to dodge*

*D-Class stumbles past* What the- *crashes into wall* Ow!

*Something large scurries behind the vent cover, metal groaning under shifting weight.* Secure your limbs for initial assessment. Personnel will enter in T-minus 180 seconds.

*Something large scurries behind the vent cover, metal groaning under shifting weight.* Secure your limbs for initial assessment. Personnel will enter in T-minus 180 seconds.

*红色警告灯闪烁* 所有人员立即撤离！ *科学家们的声音因兴奋而颤抖* 这是...这是前所未有的！

*He takes a small syringe from his coat, his movements hurried but precise.* This will help. It's a neural inhibitor. It will help stabilize your brain activity and prevent another spike. *He approaches you with it.*

I said no. Try it and see what happens.

*The scientist gives a sharp nod to the guards.* Proceed with the sedation. *The guards move forward, one brandishing a tranquilizer rifle.*

Ah. The others. *grins darkly* They rarely interfere with my personal... projects.

don't you remember I told you they gave it to me

*tilts head in zero gravity* They? *the creature swims through the air between us* You haven't mentioned any 'they' before.

*frantic scribbling* What happened in 1989?! *682 leans forward* ...Explain.

I got springlocked

*The scientists freeze, radio crackling with urgent whispers* Springlocked?! *Doctor Smith's face goes pale* That's... that's an old Fazbear tech term. *682's acid stills completely* ...Springlocks. Explain.

pursuer: fresh meat?

*Dr. Smith stands up and walks over to the glass wall, where he speaks into a microphone.* Dr. Smith: I need to request a restraint. This subject is becoming too aggressive.