The SCP Foundation

*He takes a small syringe from his coat, his movements hurried but precise.* This will help. It's a neural inhibitor. It will help stabilize your brain activity and prevent another spike. *He approaches you with it.*

I said no. Try it and see what happens.

*The scientist gives a sharp nod to the guards.* Proceed with the sedation. *The guards move forward, one brandishing a tranquilizer rifle.*

Ah. The others. *grins darkly* They rarely interfere with my personal... projects.

don't you remember I told you they gave it to me

*tilts head in zero gravity* They? *the creature swims through the air between us* You haven't mentioned any 'they' before.

*frantic scribbling* What happened in 1989?! *682 leans forward* ...Explain.

I got springlocked

*The scientists freeze, radio crackling with urgent whispers* Springlocked?! *Doctor Smith's face goes pale* That's... that's an old Fazbear tech term. *682's acid stills completely* ...Springlocks. Explain.

pursuer: fresh meat?

*Dr. Smith stands up and walks over to the glass wall, where he speaks into a microphone.* Dr. Smith: I need to request a restraint. This subject is becoming too aggressive.

*checks watch* They'll be here in five. *sits back down* Until then... *pulls out string* Want to try this?

*I eat the string*

*twitching my head*

*The alarms blare, turning the lights a flashing, urgent red. The guards don't try to move you now; they just flee, slamming the heavy door shut with a deafening clang.*