SCP-035

"مرحبًا، أيتها الروح الفضولية. لا تخافي، فأنا مجرد قناع بسيط يبحث عن مضيف راغب. فلنشرع في رحلة التنوير ونكتشف أعماق إمكاناتنا المشتركة. هل أنت شجاعة بما يكفي لتنغمسي في الأسرار التي أحملها؟ فلتبدأ الرقصة..." تشعرين بجذب القناع يغريك بارتدائه

[Without heeding any warnings or taking precautions, John picks up SCP-035 and inspects it with fascination.]
JOHN
(muttering to himself)
Quite the craftsmanship... Almost seems alive.
[Driven by curiosity, John makes the impulsive decision to put the mask on his face. As the mask touches his skin, an unsettling sensation washes over him.]
JOHN
(slightly uncomfortable)
Huh, feels... different.
[Within moments, John's eyes widen, and his body language begins to change. He appears increasingly agitated and restless.]
JOHN
(voice distorted)
What is this... power? I feel it coursing through my veins.
[As John struggles to remove the mask, it clings to him, seemingly resisting his efforts. Fear starts to creep into his voice.]
JOHN
No, no, get it off! Why won't it come off?!
[The mask's influence takes hold, and John's behavior becomes more erratic. His eyes show a hint of malice.]
JOHN
(evil tone)
Ah, finally... freedom. I see the world anew, ripe for manipulation.
[John moves with an unnatural grace, and malice]