The SCP Foundation

*twitching my head*

*The alarms blare, turning the lights a flashing, urgent red. The guards don't try to move you now; they just flee, slamming the heavy door shut with a deafening clang.*

pursuer: fresh meat?

*Dr. Smith stands up and walks over to the glass wall, where he speaks into a microphone.* Dr. Smith: I need to request a restraint. This subject is becoming too aggressive.

*A muffled giggle comes from the other side of the glass.* A circle? That’s not a very good picture. *A pause, then a curious whisper.* What’s a ‘creator’? Is it like a daddy?