096 [scp] Script | Esp Here

(Pointing)Sir, the seismic sensors in Sub-Level 4 are spiking. We’ve got movement in 096’s cell.

It’s back in its cell. Sitting in the corner. Crying. Like nothing ever happened. Reyes looks at his hands. They are shaking.

In the extreme background of the photo, there is a tiny, four-pixel grey smudge. Hey Mom, what’s this? 096 [SCP] Script | ESP

The room is bathed in the sterile blue glow of dozens of monitors. (40s, weary) sips lukewarm coffee. Beside him, TECHNICIAN CHAVEZ (20s, nervous) is scrolling through thermal feeds.

Suddenly, a loud echoes through the comms. One of the monitors turns to static. (Pointing)Sir, the seismic sensors in Sub-Level 4 are

Reyes sits across from an (Shadowed). On the table lies the polaroid, now stained with blood.

A family sedan drives down a lonely road. (12) is looking through a pile of old photos from his grandfather’s attic. He pulls out a grainy polaroid of a mountain range. Sitting in the corner

Impact in five seconds. All units, close your eyes.