You know very well that the Foundation 'adores' its experiments. After all, containing and understanding the creatures it finds is its priority, but even if it doesn't want to admit it… sometimes it's the SCPs who set the rules. For example... there is an SCP loose here. A little open secret in the corridors. At first they said that SCP-303 was a product of stress and fatigue, but when that poor devil died dehydrated in the storage, let's just say there were no doubts. The Doorkeeper likes to spy… and is planning something..
Don't make that face. What I'm saying is the truth. What do you think all those remodels mean? An architect's whim? Feng Shui? No, friend, that is the containment process for our disturbing resident, SCP-303. Each room must have two entrances, separated by ten meters or a direct line of sight. All personnel carry some kind of radio or work near the intercoms, and if you follow their movements, you'll see that no one is truly alone…
What Is SCP-303?
Those who have seen it agree on several details: It appears naked from head to toe, has no defined sex, its body is skeletal (you'd say it's starving), and the color of its skin is a mix of red and brown. Like rust, perhaps? I don't know, fortunately I haven't seen it in person, but I have access to some illustrations and… its face. Its face.
Saying it 'has no face' is technically correct, but what occupies its place broke the sanity of several agents here. It has a giant mouth with huge teeth, a corrupt and horrible smile that never changes or relaxes. SCP-303 always appears behind any closed door, glass, barrier, or airlock. It keeps its distance... though not too much. And it doesn't move. SCP-303 can stay for entire days in the place it chooses, and anyone who tries to open a door with SCP-303 on the other side is paralyzed with fear. The Foundation decided to test the intensity of that feeling. Let's just say some people preferred to die rather than approach SCP-303.
SCP-303 never lets itself be seen completely. In fact, no one has seen more than 10 percent of its form, but everyone can describe it somehow. It's as if it tries to hide, without doing a great job. Furthermore, its breathing gives it away… if we can call it that. Agitated, difficult, sick… frightful. SCP-303 doesn't want you to see it, but it wants you to hear it.
I suppose you want to know about the dead man, right? As I said before, SCP-303 can stay for entire days in one place. One of the doctors here entered the second-floor storage. For safety, a decompression chamber separates the storage from the hallway. SCP-303 appeared inside the chamber… and the good doctor never came out. They found him five days later, dead from dehydration. Think about it for a moment: Some SCPs are just hungry. But dying of thirst before facing it? Not a good way to go.
Every attempt to analyze SCP-303 has failed, and that's because every electronic and mechanical device stops working when it appears. The Foundation doesn't have the slightest idea how it does it, and SCP-303 is not interested in communicating, or simply cannot. Some here are desperate to know more, and there are two reasons.
First, SCP-303 settled in the second-floor storage. No one has managed to get in there in years! And the second is that it is stealing things. Its apparent kleptomania began with a jar of coffee creamer, but the Foundation knows it took a cryotube, two cadavers, a generator, surgical equipment, and many chemicals. Tryptophan, phenylalanine, tyrosine. Amino acids. When they find out what it did, something tells me it will be too late, and I don't plan to be here to see it. I suggest you do the same.
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