Agent Ulgrin | SCP Foundation

Chapter 1: The Beginning

It was early in the morning, and Agent Ulgrin got up as per usual, got his Foundation staff uniform on, and headed out in a private, secure Foundation limo towards Site-19, where he worked, in [DATA EXPUNGED], USA. He knew the limo driver very well, and spoke with him every day when he got in.

"So, you seen any good movies lately?" Ulgrin asked the driver.

"Yeah, actually. I saw this uh, new movie about some science fiction writers who work at a dangerously-close-to-being-found-out facility in a non disclosed location in America who keep their job a secret from others." the driver replied.

"You think of that on the way here? That's literally your job."

"It's your job, too."

"Yeah..."

They sat in silence a little while.

"You know, I think it's Pizza Day today." the driver said.

"Oh yeah, that's pretty much the only reason I even show up now."

"Just for the pizza?"

"If I work hard, I can have a well deserved pizza in the week. If I do crap work, I still get pizza. The system just works that way." Ulgrin said.

"Yeah, I see where you're coming from."

After a few hours of driving and chatting, they pulled up at Site-19, which loomed over the car like a titan.

"Well, we're here. Try not to get yourself killed today." the driver called out to Ulgrin as he left the limo.

"C'mon, I don't die that easily." he joked, with a hint of caution in his voice, since he couldn't exactly guarantee he would survive to see the next day.

As he arrived, he signed in by scanning his hand on a panel to prove it was him and not an imposter.

"Agent Ulgrin, access granted." came the automatic robot voice from the machine.

As he walked in through the colossal doors, the smell of freshly made pizza swept the entire room head to toe. Lots of people were heard discussing the pizza more than their actual job.

"I can't wait! The pizza's always so delicious, and it really takes my mind off the fact that I just saw my three minute new best friend get torn to bits in front of me by 096."

"Damn, that's a shame."

"Not really, as long as I get pizza, any day's a good day."

The complete lack of care for fellow Foundation staff after they died made Ulgrin laugh, for some strange reason. It just seemed really nostalgic, like the Foundation was his true home, even though he hated it there.

As per usual, Dr Bright was speaking to quite an average sized audience about his new idea on how to kill SCP-682.

"You all remember the chainsaw cannon!" he was saying. "Now get ready for... THE 096 CANNON! It shoots exact copies of SCP-096 into the room, and kill anyone regardless! HAHAHA!"

And again, as per usual, the audience were either freaked out or just madly annoyed by his ideas.

"Bright, maybe take your hand off the trigger button while displaying it!" one member was advising. "We don't want a repeat of last time."

"What? That was only one time!"

"We don't need Dr Dan's feet pics on display for escaped SCP's to see and immediately kill themselves from embarrassment again!"

"I said that was only one time! And I assure you, the 096 cannon is way safer."

He accidentally shot the cannon and an 096 duplicate was shot into the room. Everyone covered their eyes, except for Dr Bright, who stared straight at him, but since he couldn't die, nothing happened.

"SOMEONE CALL THE MTF!" someone yelled.

An MTF squad hopped into the room and escorted the 096 duplicate away to be incinerated, since unlike the original SCP-096, the duplicates could be killed by normal means.

"Well?! Wasn't that great?" Dr Bright yelled in excitement.

Everyone looked at him, annoyed even more now, and went back to work.

"Hey, at least it's pizza day!" he said before someone threw a keyboard at him.