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woah he actually drew all four in the batch... new record /silly
D-68923
Warning:blood, suicide attempt

Sammy lays on his bed in the little cell they had given him, regretting being apart of Joey plans. Norman had found out and called police on them. But it wasn’t the police that came to the studio, it was this secret foundation. They had showed up in the middle of them performing their ritual to the gods out of the blue. The others tried to run but Sammy stayed and cooperated with them. For that he’s allowed to join the foundation after a year in service it, if he makes it, whatever that means. He also needed to obey every order they gave to him if he wanted to be in a better position next year. Joey on the other hand has to live in d class for the rest of his life. He also doesn’t know where they hold the others at.
He laid on top of his uncomfortable bed staring up at the ceiling, thinking about what they had mean by if he made it. What do they mean by that? What was this place and where? What was his purpose here? There were so many unanswered questions swirling around in his head.
The door to his cell abruptly opened to a couple of tall guards. They wear helmets around there heads and carried large guns. Sammy seen one kill a D who was on the run when he was first being lead to his cell. They don’t hesitate and they don’t have a problem killing off unruly Criminals.
One of the guards stepped into his cell, tightly hid grip on his gun and placing his finger next to the trigger. “D- 68923. Stand up and put your hands on the wall.” They commanded.
Sammy following their orders, stood up slowly from his bed and walked over to the wall. He placed both of his hands on it as told and waited there. The other guard approach behind him and grabbed his right wrist, bring it behind then his left, cuffing him. They cuffed his ankles as well so he couldn’t run without tripping. Once that guard was finish the main one Appeared beside him and grab Sammy’s cuffed arm. “Let’s go D-68923.” He said then added a reminder” And remember, no fighting”
Without struggling, Sammy was lead out of his cell, into the long corridor. There he saw guards upstairs, watching down on class-d like a hawk, just waiting for someone to be out of line. There was also other guards taking other d class away and some coming back looking frightened or sick other with injuries. Vary bad injuries. One of them was Joey.
Joey had the look of Terror planted on his face when his guards lead him by. Which scared Sammy to no end. Joey had never got scared with anything while he was running the cult or before. He never saw joey scared, ever. Sammy knew he must of saw the devil himself of Joey was scared. This made Sammy slow in speed, almost coming to a complete stop.
“Let’s go D-68923!” The main guard of his order out of annoyance, pulling on his arm. “Move it!”
“W-Where exactly a-are you t-taking me?” Sammy ask, started to panic. “And w-why?!”
“No questions!” The guard yells at him, pushing him forward, hard. “You only do as you told here!” He replied. “That is if you wanna make it tell next year. And trust me. Obeying us is going to be the easiest part of this.” The guard laughed then grabbed his arm again and leads Sammy again.
After going though many long hallways doors and a long ride down the elevator, they had finally arrived in front of a large iron cell door. Beside the door Sammy notice a file to the left of it and read it.
SCP- 012
OBJECT CLASS: Euclid
CLEARANCE LEVEL: 2
Sammy didn’t understand what any of this information meant but he knew he wasn’t going to like what was inside of that cell.
About a minute later a female scientist walked in from another door and approached in front of Sammy with
infrared googles. She didn’t acknowledge him as she set up the goggles around his head Intel they were on properly. Then she gave a Signal to the camera while leaving.
Soon enough the thick heavy iron door began to open up and the guard un cuffed his wrist. Sammy held his breath and stared with big wide fearing eyes into the pitch black room. “D- 68923 go in. The guard that was next him ordered. Sammy slowly took steps inside the chamber. Once he was in the middle of the room the iron door closed, leaving him in a huge room alone with whatever was in here.
“Hello 68923.” An older voice spoke though a speaker from somewhere. “My name is doctor Davis and we’re going to conduct a little experiment with you today.” He said. “Now. Let’s begin”
After a moment of Standing there looking around the camber, a think iron case was lowered to the ground. Sammy watched it get lower and lower until it was gently placed on the ground, the door opening. Sammy could see it from there. It was an old unfinished music sheet made with red ink or dyed. On top was titled -on mount golgotha.- The weird thing though was the fact Sammy could feel a tiny pull towards it. He didn’t understand why or what it meant but it wasn’t strong enough to really do anything to him.
“Step up to the case, 68923” Doctor Davies instructed Sammy. He knew he had to comply with his orders or he wouldn’t make it this year. Sammy took one step closer to the music sheet and immediately felt more of the pull. By the next step there was no resisting the pull towards the music. His body went along with it as his mind slowly catches up to the need. The need to finish the work of it.
“I...I need to finish this!” Sammy said in a robot like voice then he started clawing his finger nails up and down his arms, drawling little blood but quickly clawing deeper and deeper. Within a minute blood was gushing out from both of his arms and dripping down onto the floor. He uses his own blood to write In a few notes of his own on the old music sheet, before freezing. “...this...this is impossible to finish!” Sammy shouted at the air then his vision darkness.
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Sammy awoken to blinding light and almost thought he was in heaven by the way he felt. But then remembered all the thing he did in his life that would turn heaven away. He slowly opened his eyes once he got use to the light and looked around. He was in the infirmary of this place, cuffed the bed. His arms were wrapped up from wrist to elbow little patches of blood was starting to seep though them. It a flash he remembered why he was sitting right here hurt. What the hell was that? And What the hell was this place?!
“Congress 68923” a female voice said walking into his holding room. Sammy looked to at her and notice she was a nurse. He must a made an odd face because she then explained what she meant. “You were the first person to ever survive SCP-012”
Hey this is gonna sound stupid,but why hasn't anyone tried to take a photocopy of scp 12 and try to complete it that way since 12's effects don't transfer to copies,so that they can throw d-class in there to copy down the pre-written song onto the original work in blood so it'll be finally finished?
