Regrets And Sorrows: An SCP Novel

Bonus Chapter 2: Whatever Happens In Site 21, Stays In Site 21

The Queen's Perspective:

I helluva love to... kill, massacre and, also do a little bit of tinkering with stuff, science you know.

That Director, it just makes my blood boil... really. Even though sometimes he's kind, he always is a killjoy. So this vary night, I have a great, flawless plan. A plan that will be the most successful. A plan that would be carried out, that will strike fear in the hearts of The Foundation.

Site 21 is a well secured Site, no doubt. It has multiple corresponding Mobile Task Force units when a breach occurs. I seen already a lot of breaches, and absolutely, the MTF did their job well, unlike the other Sites. But this plan will be perfect! So perfect, none other can compare.

This Tuesday night, another containment transfer will be happening. SCP-uhhhh... I forgot about the name, doesn't matter anyways, will be transfered onto the Light Containment Zones. That will be the perfect opportune for me to escape in the ventilations, because Light Containment protocols differ in Site 21. The Site's D-Class cells' vents will turn off temporarily, thus giving me a chance to escape.

Then I will release them, the monsters, the entities, that will do a downright trodden evil on the world!!! Hahahaha.....

Director Murphy's Perspective:

I woke up, in the middle of my sleep. It was about seven o' clock in the evening by now. I haven't eaten much, I feel a little dazed...
BOOM!!!!!
What the hell was that!? Sounds like an explosion, wait, why are there explosions, goddamnit... Not again.
I quickly ran up to my coat rack, and slid into one of my brown coats. The transmitter on my tables ran some voices. I turned up quickly to pick it up, and there was an audible voice of a woman, Dr Natalie Krynsdaki, one of our Heads in Security.

"Director!!! Can you hear me? Are you safe?"

"Woah, woah, woah... Doctor, what the hell is happening? I just heard an explosion... and a couple of gunfires... Don't tell me..."

"Director, we have a breach in multiple Keter, Euclid containments! The good news is, Epsilon-11 early arrived the Site, bad news is, some Chaos Insurgents are here! They are almost everywhere!" Doctor Bea shouts, amidst the gunshots and onset explosions caused likely by C4s and grenade shrapnels occurs in the background. Then a some what piercing sound rippled through the transmitter.

"Ah crap! I'm hit... Director, go to a safe place now... Please..."

"Doctor, are you alright?! You seemed to be hit..."

"Director... Please go to a safe place now... They're everywhere..." Doctor Natalie stopped and halted and the transmitter's signal was cut short.

"Doctor?! Doctor!!?? Shit..." I ran, grabbing a gun, and some keycards, valuable keycards.

As I exit my room/office, bodies of many were stacked up and piled across the hallways. So much bodies, so much blood were stained all across the hallways. I moved quickly, not intently to get distracted or catch any unwanted attention. It was like a damned battlefield, with bullets, guns, and some unused ordinances like grenades and popped smokes were seen unmoved, lying on the bloody ground.

Then on the way, I encountered some Insurgent units. They were far powerful, armed with LSAT3 hand-held machine guns, some with the Epsilon-11's standard rifle, and some with a grenade launcher!

I pressed myself quickly into cover, and got myself behind a toppled cabinet, with multiple shrapnel flying overhead. The bullets did some job, penetrating onto the metal cabinet, but luckily all missed me. Then a slight, hearable but recognisable crunch was heard...
CRUNCH!!!
Oh no... It's... It can't be... Oh my... It is...
SCP-173, the transfer SCP, did it's magic well, and killed the Chaos Insurgents in a flash millisecond. The only problem now, is me versus that hell of a sculpture.
I got off cover, and I could see The Sculpture, just ahead, waiting for me to blink. The SCP looked different. Some of its krylon paint had worn off, the steel rebars rusted down, and some of its concrete foundations were already collapsing.
God, it's much more of an horror than before. I slowly crept backward, looking at the Sculpture within a distance, keeping my eyes from blinking. My eyes suddenly got the dusts of irritation, and I blinked.

It was almost right in front of me waiting for me to shut eye again. I stammered quickly backwards, to a door that was wide open. My eyes were sore red, and was about to shut, luckily, I got in the door, and shut it close, totally close.

That was probably some sheer luck that I got out of that situation without any thing happening to me. Hooh...

I made my way through the elevators, and ascended to Sector 7, the Sector where the closest Gate exit was supposed to be. and also, the presumed location of the remaining survivors being protected by the decimated numbers of RCFs and Epsilon-11s...