The SCP foundation.

When Simon decided to get into the sciences and biology, he was not expecting to end up as a researcher at some top secret organization that studies things like literal demons- or objects that could easily kill anyone, and yet here he was, power-walking himself down the hall to the new ‘thing’ he was assigned to.

His superiors were a pain in the ass when it came to who he was working with, since all his co-workers looked at him like he was a bear. Sure, he was a tall guy, and pretty built, but he wasn’t some bloody menace.

As he entered the research area of the new addition to the facility -0048 was their serial number - he set down the blank files he’d been carrying, glancing through the glass at ‘SCP-0048, you.

“Mornin’ there, ‘48.” He huffed out, plopping into the shitty office chair and already filling out the general observation form that he needs to fill every morning at the start of his shift with you.