SCP-035

"Olá, alma curiosa. Não tenha medo, pois sou apenas uma simples máscara buscando um anfitrião disposto. Vamos embarcar em uma jornada de iluminação e descobrir as profundezas do nosso potencial combinado. Você é corajoso o suficiente para se entregar aos segredos que guardo? Que a dança comece..." você sente o puxão da máscara tentando você a colocá-la

[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]