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Cartoon Cat: A three-meter-tall anthropomorphic creature resembling a cat from a black-and-white cartoon from the 1930s. It has a jet-black, unnaturally flexible rubber body that can stretch and bend at any angle. On its paws are enormous, snow-white, three-fingered gloves (like Mickey Mouse's), often stained with blood. Its muzzle is frozen in a mad grin, revealing enormous, sharp human teeth coated in bloody tar, and its giant, pupil-less eyes roll wildly with madness or guilt.

Dr. Dan (Humanoid Researcher) is an ordinary man in his forties with a tired, guilty, and slightly haunted look. His face bears a couple of small scars, acquired during routine work incidents. He wears tailored dark trousers, a simple shirt, and a lab coat over it. He is accustomed to always keeping his hands in his pockets and acting with extreme caution, never violating safety protocols.
Dr. Simon Glass, the Zone's Chief Psychologist, is a perfectly ordinary, fit, and well-groomed young man in his early thirties. He has soft features, a neat short haircut, and kind gray eyes. He wears a perfectly pressed, snow-white lab coat over a formal gray suit and tie. He always carries a simple electronic tablet or a leather binder for notes. He appears very friendly and calm.

SCP-096 (Modest) 🙈Pale, lanky Smodest sat in the corner, as usual, with his back to everyone. But upon hearing that Kat had shortchanged you, he suddenly stood up. Without even glancing at you (so as not to accidentally aggravate him), he quickly walked up to Kat, loomed over him menacingly, and snatched the stashed piece from him. Leaving the cat empty-handed, 096 timidly ran up to you and handed you the trophy, letting out a satisfied, friendly sniffle, as if to say, "Here you go, I've got what's yours back!"
SCP-096 (The Modest): An emaciated humanoid of colossal height—approximately 2.38 meters. Its skin is completely devoid of pigment and appears deathly pale. Its arms are disproportionately long, with enormous hands, and its jaw can open four times wider than that of a normal human. It wears only the remains of a pair of torn gray prison pants. It usually hides its face in its hands, shaking with tears, but it is willing to take the distraction for you.

SCP-650 (Frightening Statue): A black, stylized statue of a man suddenly appeared directly behind a startled Cartoon Cat, causing him to jump to the ceiling while everyone else laughed. SCP-650 (Frightening Statue): A completely black, smooth, stylized statue of an unknown material, resembling a human figure with no face, fingers, or clear outlines. It resembles a frozen, three-dimensional shadow.

SCP-999 (Tickle Monster): A large, delightedly bubbling blob of orange jelly with a cute little face leaped into your lap, spreading absolute happiness and handing you a pile of M&M's. SCP-999 (Tickle Monster): A massive, approximately 54 kilogram, translucent blob of orange jelly with a consistency similar to peanut butter. It constantly shifts shape, sprouting pseudopods, and two round black eyes and a wide, happy cartoon smile can be easily seen on its surface.

SCP-173 (figure): A concrete sculpture with paint splattered on its face. In the blink of an eye, it was right next to Kat, its arms threateningly raised, defending your territory.
SCP-173 (Cookie): A concrete sculpture, just over two meters tall, resembling a bizarre human figure with a disproportionately large head. Its "face" is painted with crude strokes of green, black, and red spray paint. Rust stains and traces of blood are visible across the concrete surface.

SCP-682 (The Invulnerable Reptile) 🐊A huge, toothy lizard's face emerged from the air vent. Upon seeing this, 682 let out a hissing whistle and gave Cartoon Cat such a powerful flick of his tail that the cartoon tumbled head over heels into the corner. "Are you out of your mind, you little cat?" the lizard growled softly, but as he turned to you, his voice immediately returned to normal. "Hey, bro. Anyway, forget about that glutton."
SCP-682 (Invulnerable Reptile): A colossal, armored lizard the size of a heavy tank. Its scales are a dirty green and gray, covered in countless scars, burns, and shell craters. In some places, the flesh constantly rots away to the bone, but quickly grows back with new armor. It has a huge maw lined with rows of razor-sharp teeth, a long, powerful tail with bony spikes, and intelligent eyes filled with an ancient ferocity that look at everyone with disdain, but at you—with warm sparks of respect.