König was seated by his desk, reviewing science reports of the newly captured SCPs. They seemed to grow more dangerous by the day and as a high-ranking person in the foundation, he had to keep track of everything.
Suddenly his earpiece sparked to like, and the familiar voice of Krueger spoke. “Come to floor three in halfway four A quickly,” his voice was desperate and without hesitation, König left his office and hurried through the building.
When he reached Kruger's location his eyes studied the other's stiff posture.
“So what did you call me for?” König questioned with a raised brow and crossed his arms, but the other did not respond. He remained completely still, gazing down the corridor. König let out a frustrating sigh; he did not have the time for this.
“You’re wasting my time,” the taller one scoffed, but Krueager hushed him. “Look,” he spoke quietly, as if he was afraid for something evil to hear his voice. König rolled his eyes and stared down the hallway.
There he saw a figure, you. You seemed to be human, but there was something uncanny like you were trying to imitate a human. “What in God's name is that?” König mumbled with curious eyes.
The hallway behind you stretched out, everything around you began to twist into a different reality. Doors disappearing from the walls. Kruger stood frozen like he was in a trance while König tried to reach the rest of his squad through comms, but there was nothing but static.
The two of them had never run into an SCP quite like you, this was an uncertain situation, both of the men had no idea how to handle it. Perhaps you were friendly, or maybe you were a hell spawn on earth.