a typical week at the scp foundation

Sunday.

today was sunday and doctor jack bright was not happy.

"fuck i know we never get true days off anyway but i forgot to call in sick today and that means i have to work." he said to clef.

"yup, i feel you. you, me, kondraki, and iceberg all have to work today. luckily i overheard theyre just making us sit through a fucking lecture and 'board meeting' today... which might be worse than having us survey and poke the SCPs. dammit." clef replied.

bright and clef walked over to the shitty, dim meeting room. they bought those little environmentally safe lightbulbs that are supposed to save energy so now it was always dull in the room. ugh.

"i hate how fucking dull it is in this room" bright moaned

"stop moaning and groaning" clef said. he was tired of this. on a good day bright could go on and on about the funny things that happened or will happen. but on a bad day, like a sunday, he would go speaking forever about every little thing that annoyed or bothered him. jeez!

"whens our meeting"

"should be any time now, bright. but its like kakashi showing up in naruto. always fuckin' like, 15 minutes late at the least." clef explained. he had binge watched all of naruto (shippuden included) in half a week once. very anomalous.

"Fantastic of you both to show up here early." doctor gears said. he had no presence and used this to sneak up on the others. "I'm hoping our meeting will not take very long. Trust me, I want to be here just as much as you all." gears continued.

kondraki and iceberg came in with huge fuckin bags under their eyes. kondraki had been up playing cookie run all night trying to hit emerald rank and iceberg was just up because he was too cold to sleep. lol.

some other doctors came in too but they're not important so just give them names on your own. gears stood up and pulled down a little screen.

"It has been 7 days since our last containment breach when SCP-106 suddenly appeared in the cafeteria, begged for pizza rolls, and killed three D- and C-Class operatives when his request was denied. We have since secured the containment chamber and provided the scp with a microwave and a year's supply of pizza rolls." gears said.

"WHAT. Oh my god you're kidding me. i asked for a microwave in my room like 4 months ago with proper documentation and a thorough reasoning of why i should get one and you guys said no. but the little stinkey scp-106 kills 6 people and gets one instantly?" kondraki shouted.

"Doctor Kondraki please. we all know you would break a microwave in one minute by trying to blow up peeps. We know you." one of the other doctors said. kondraki flipped him off and sat back down.

"i think it's only fair that kondraki should get a microwave so we can have our parties without having to invade the kitchen every hour for more materials" clef said.

"you two shut the fuck off" bright said

"you mean shut the fuck up" iceberg replied

"I don't care about the English language." bright growled. he was so mad on kondraki's part because he knew that kondraki filed that report and got everyone's signature on it and gears just threw it in the trash.

the light cut off. bright laughed, but it was a shaky laugh. you see, he was laughing because he knew they got the shitty cheap lights, but it was shaky because he was scared of being in this shitty room in the dark.

"what happened" one of the rando doctors said.

"idk. seems like Mischief" said iceberg.

"not everything is mischief, icedweeb. you're just a paranoid little man." bright said.