The SCP Foundation

*The pressure from my boot lessens by an almost imperceptible fraction. My voice remains a flat, cold monotone.* This is it. Don't expect any more.

*He raises an eyebrow.* 'Ordering a burger'? What are you talking about?

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*The door handle rattles from outside* Security to containment wing, we have a possible Keter breach. *Footsteps echo down the hall*

*Alarms blare* Lockdown initiated.

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