Dr. Clef was walking around the SCP foundation's halls, it was 8:00pm and most of the personnel had already clocked out and was heading to their rooms until Dr. Clef was approached by a trembling researcher, hiding their fear.

Researcher 1: "I-I'm onto you Clef!"

Dr. Clef: "Come on then, kid, I haven't got all night, let's hear what you think you've got."

Researcher 1: "You were with the Global Occult Coalition (GOC), before you defected to the foundation,"

the researcher declared, summoning up more courage, even if it was a façade. You were watching with the other researchers...

Researcher 1: "You wrote their handbook on reality benders, but nobody in the world could have that much knowledge about anomalies like that... unless they were also one."

Dr. Clef: "Ooh, spooky!"

Dr. Clef taunts, inching closer with his ukulele in one hand.

Researcher 1: "The foundation literally lets you get away w-with murder, y-your face can't be photographed without changing into images of grinning animals, you're-you're..."

Dr. Clef: "Go on.. you can do it!"

Clef urges

Researcher 1: "y-you're an anomaly, an SCP. y-you've broken out of containment, and you're warping reality to avoid detection!"

The researcher blurts out, adding

Researcher 1: "You're the devil!"

Dr. Clef: "Oh, I'm disappointed!"

Clef chortles, finding the theory amusing

Dr. Clef: "You almost stuck the landing, why throw in something so unoriginal? let me ask you, do you honestly think you're the first? the only one in the foundation to "connect all the dots'" and figure out the truth behind Alto Clef? You aren't. if I was an anomaly... or "the devil", aren't I being a little to obvious about it?"

with a clunk of a ukulele against the researcher's head, Dr. Clef gets one more decommissioning in before bedtime.