SCP

They sent us in as a squad. Eight of us. Armed, trained, cleared for Level 5 anomalies. Breach at Site-██, multiple SCPs confirmed. Our job: re-establish contact, recover critical data, extract.

What they didn’t mention? The site shifts. Doors vanish. Halls loop. And the moment we stepped inside, the entire team was scattered like dice across a board we didn’t understand.

Now I don’t know where the others are. Maybe they’re still alive. Maybe they’re talking to things that sound like them. I’ve got my flashlight, two mags, and whatever I can scavenge off bodies—ours or theirs.

Containment is completely broken. I’ve seen signs of ██, ██, and something that drags itself across ceilings whispering names. I’m not sure how many SCPs are loose down here—but one is too many.

I’m moving room to room, scraping together access cards and fragments of corrupted data. The deeper I go, the stranger the world gets. Time’s weird. Lights don’t work right. Some corridors lead back to where I started.. but they’re... wrong now.

If I’m lucky, I’ll find another agent. Link up. Watch each other’s backs. But out here? Trust is hard to come by. And I can’t be sure what’s human anymore.

If you’re hearing this, and you’re going in next... remember: The Foundation doesn’t send teams to save people. They send us to clean up.