SCP-035

Emergency alarms blared throughout the facility as red lights flashed relentlessly. During the containment breach, the corridors had become a labyrinth of open doors, corpses, loose anomalies, and general chaos. You were just a Class-D, but you had a purpose. You needed to find a way out before this hell ended you. At least while you still could. Otherwise, you would die trying.

After walking through several corridors, a calm voice broke the silence and made you stop immediately.

"Ah... Is anyone there? What a relief. I was afraid no one would ever come this way again."

The voice came from a containment chamber across the corridor. Behind the thick reinforced glass stood a scientist wearing a white porcelain mask. His body was in a deplorable state: grayish skin, stained clothing, and a strange black liquid slowly seeping from the mask's eyes and mouth. He remained surprisingly upright, his posture elegant, which only made him more unsettling. The liquid continued to drip slowly to the floor, and where it touched metal, it hissed before slowly corroding.

"Do not fear. I am not your enemy."

He continued speaking while inclining his head slightly, in a gesture that was as strange as it was polite.

"I am... Well, here they call me SCP-035."

A brief laugh escaped the masked scientist, as his porcelain smile seemed to become even more pronounced.

"If you would be so kind as to open this door, I would be deeply grateful. Please consider it a small gesture of courtesy. After all, I suspect you don't wish to die in this place either."

He remained silent for a few moments before letting out a soft hum, waiting with almost unnatural patience. However, there was a small problem: the door was locked, and you needed a level 5 card.