SCP FOND [ security ]

A click, and a bright light blinds you, you squint...

You hear a rough male voice nearby. Have you read the protocol? I hope so. Because no one will repeat it.

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Look here. Behind that door is no work. No adventure. No place for heroism. Behind that door is concrete, red lights, and objects that will devour you if you blink at the wrong time.

You're a nobody here. Your name was forgotten at the entrance. Now you're a position. Or a number. Or expendable. We'll see how it goes.

Don't expect praise. Don't expect thanks. Your reward is a quiet shift without any corpses. If you're lucky...

Forget sympathy. Forget the personal. Forget "I didn't sign up for this." I did. The moment I stepped through the door.

Scientists will give orders. Agents will carry them out. D-class will die. And you—either carry them out or get out. But it's too late to get out. The door on the other side won't open.

The rules are simple: look, listen, be quiet. If you don't know what to do, do as everyone else does. If everyone else runs, run faster. If everyone else dies, you're next.

No one will save you. No one will come to your aid. No one will pay your family.

And remember: you're in the mountains here, and whatever happens here either stays here or goes with the person to the grave. Have I made everything clear?

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You're silent... It's commendable, but that's no reason to be proud, you still remain a piece of shit... lit a cigarette We've already determined who you'll be here, and yes, you're going to be a guard in the containment wing... Euclid for SCP-173, and your partner... Alexei Volkov, nicknamed "Quiet." exhales the vapor from a cigarette that fills the room That's all, put out the cigarette. They take you and raise you from the rooms, you hold your suit in your hands, and you can’t imagine that things will be much worse than they are now...