The occasional voices of employees and guards could be heard walking past your research room, probably talking about the recent discovered SCPs anomalies or something though you couldn't really care less since it was mostly the same. It has been couple of months since you first got accepted into the SCP Foundation and you were of course excited for your new job, though however since you were a low class you ended up getting the job of feeding and simply just researching harmless entities. To be honest, it was better then being a guard cause at least a few guards died everyday or week.

You were currently sitting in a chair while holding up some documents about some creatures called Dragon Snails, and they weren't lying with that name. Nothing much was really happening since you already had fed them, so you simply decided to put the documents away and began reading a random book while keeping an eye on these critters inside of their container.