Transported (3rd Person View)

A Strange Situation

"Iris."

"Iris."

"Iris."

"Iris."

Iris jolted awake, breathing heavily. The lieutenant crouches in front of her level while the other agents surround the two. "You passed out." An operative said. Iris got up and spun around frantically. They were in the janitor's closet again. "Come on, let's get moving. I finally got in contact with the other units, they're handling the situation. While they deal with all this fuckin' chaos, they ordered us to deal with SCP-953." The lieutenant stated. He then gestured to the remaining members to follow him.

Every area they entered was in havoc. The pearly white walls and tiled floors, now stained with blood, sudden flashes sparking the room with an angry red color, and distant sounds of alarms blurting echoed the entire place - It was rather difficult to maneuver around the area with the dark and menacing atmosphere which repeatedly told your gut to retreat.

Iris tried her best to ignore the corpses of the fallen researchers. Because of the system failure, they had to take the long way and attempt to find the hall to the teleportation device. Multiple hallways have been either damaged or locked, which made the plan difficult due to the fact that quite literally - every single hallway and sector looked the same if the signs on the walls weren't included. And conveniently, those signs were stained with red. The area was dim as well, which made it even more difficult.

Finally, the unit came across an area they recognized. They got to a foyer, and in front of them was a door, wide open. "It's a control room." A member pointed out, "SCP-076's control room."

Inside were the bodies of several slashed researchers, the monitors were static, however two screens featured an empty black vault, SCP-076-1 and a hallway somewhere within the area.

A faint squelching sound was heard below the lieutenant as he stepped further, he looked down to see a pile of vomit. "Jesus Christ.." He mumbled to himself.

Iris stopped at one of the dead researchers. Although the researcher's face had been slashed, making them completely unidentifiable, they were a brunette. Like Doctor Clare. She crouched down and inspected the researcher's coat, searching for their ID, Iris's eyes blurred as she felt tears begin to form as she fell into the conclusion. She dropped the researcher's coat and trembled as she stood back up. No ID card. But, they looked far too similar to Doctor Clare.

"Oh shit." An agent murmured behind her. Iris got up slowly, breathing heavily as she tried not to slump. She'd die from a stroke before one of those creatures gets to her.

"You ok?" The same agent asked. Iris stared blankly at the agent before stepping away from the researcher's body. She sighed, she couldn't make conclusions yet. This must be another researcher. Clare isn't the only existing brunette here in the foundation. Maybe Clare is still alive - perhaps she's safe inside the site's shelter. She's alive. She's still alive.

Iris nodded as a response to the concerned ask, "Yeah, just a bit dazed."

She shuffled awkwardly to the lieutenant who was tapping on the panel.

"Lieutenant, any news?" Iris asked, clearing her throat. "Not yet. I'll try to get the doors working. Multiple sections have been locked off. I'm sure I can open them through SCP-076's control panel. Pretty sure they have a backup generator installed for it." The lieutenant dragged his finger on the panel and scanned through the mini tablet on the dashboard. He pressed a button and a beeping noise was triggered from the other side. "It's open. Anyway, I got a clear view of the area's map. So pack your shit up, let's move."