The Chaos Insurgency

The SCP

My aimless walking brought me to the dreaded door. In my sweaty hand, I looked down at the key card Dr Lancur had given me.

"You won't be needing this anymore," he had said, taking the Level One key card I had.

I eyed the higher level key card that had replaced it, the one I needed to enter through this door. My eyes travelled up the steel door before flickering over to the plaque that revealed the SCP lurking behind it. With a sigh, I unlocked the door with the key card, watching it slid upwards. I stepped through the doorway and took determined steps down the steel bridge leading to the main containment room. Through the second door and I was in the observatory. Glass stretched to my left where one could observe the housed SCP and to my right where the panels of buttons and switches that operated the SCP's prison lay. Avoiding looking at the femur breaker which was a key element in luring the SCP back to its cell in the case of a containment breach, I descended the stairs slowly. Down this staircase was SCP-106. My heart thudded loudly in my eardrums with each individual step. It was only a routine check but my fear of this SCP almost sent me running back to the brightly lit corridors of the headquarters. My previous encounter with SCP-106 or Radical Larry as some preferred to call him had nearly resulted in my demise at his corrosive hands. Bravery attempting to dominate my fear-ridden mind, I was finally at the bottom of the stairs. The cell was considerably large, steel bars trapping the danger within. Pipes of liquid, most likely water, were placed at irregular intervals, the latest addition to the prison. No doubt an endeavour to avoid another containment breach. Inside the cell was SCP-106. He stood still and unwavering, having not moved an inch since the last time I visited. I slowly stepped around the perimeter of the cell until I was facing the monstrosity.

My God, he's ugly, I thought.

The usual grin of malice and delight at the pain of his victims was gone, replaced by a vacant expression. Mouth closed and eyes open, he stared right at me. Whether he was aware I was there was a mystery. I cleared my throat nervously, fingers brushing lightly against the bars.

"Good morning, Larry," I said stiffly. "How are you feeling?"

I waited for a response but there was none. I frowned and observed for even the slightest change in facial expression. But no such thing. I suspected he may be playing one of his sadistic games.

"Larry, if you're done playing musical statues, there is something you ought to know," I informed him, sighing in annoyance.

The creature displayed no reaction, unmoving and silent. I thought about disclosing the valuable information Dr Lancur had provided me with but was doubting myself. I was unsure if this SCP should be aware of the unfolding of events that was taking place  at the SCP Foundation's rival organisation, The Chaos Insurgency. It concerned his safety as The Chaos Insurgency, the same perpetrators of the previous containment breach, were developing weaponry to annihilate certain dangerous SCPS. They were disapproving of the Foundation's protocol of containing the SCPS and were strongly of the opinion that some certain SCPS needed to be disposed of. And on the top of their "to-kill" list was SCP-106. I regarded the dormant creature and made the conscious decision to not disclose such information. At least not yet.

"Larry," I spoke firmly.

SCP-106 was clearly not in the mood for conversation as I was met with silence once more. Sighing with fatigue and slight annoyance, I ascended the stairs once more. My pager began to beep with its cringe-worthy ring, prompting me to break into a light run. It was a signal I was required at the main hall. Weaving through the maze that was the layout of the headquarters, I approached the main hall that was teaming with people. Dr Ash, a woman I had met back when I was Class D personnel, stood at the front, her eyes flickering over the audience of orange suited people. Class D personnel. They stood nervously, hands fidgeting and eyes downcast except for the occasional smug rebel. Dr Ash's pitch black eyes peered at me through her spectacles and smiled.