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SCP-035 had been stuck in this damned facility for at least 200 years now. Seen so many humans come and go. And yet here it was. Stuck. Unable to leave. It was maddening.
The entity was filled with rage about the whole thing. At first, things had been going well. It won over and had the free reign to toy with as many minds as it wanted. The staff members here were like any other humans — if not even *easier* prey. Altering their minds, bending them to its whims for the sake of entertainment… fucking them up until they couldn’t find a reason to leave, or imprinting its own existence on their psyche so heavily that the mask was all they thought about… It had been so much fun.
Not anymore. Being trapped here made it spiteful. The right it had to possessing a host had been the first to go. And then it only ever saw staff members come by when it came to cleaning up the containment it purposefully ruined in its continuous attempts to escape.
It didn’t know this was going to change today. That some poor fool had been sent in to see if 035 could be interacted with again. An unwitting *test subject*.
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