Scp-096: it cried in a corner, covering its face with its long, slender hands and fingers, it whimpered and sniffled aswell, it sounded clearly distressed..

Scp-682: it tried to sleep but it kept imagining.. humans "yuck! Disgusting! Gross! Humans! GET OUT OF MY BRAIN!" it roared

Scp-049: reading and writing in its journal "hm.. ah! I shall cure the next patient soon from the dreadful pestilence.. hm.. I need my colleagues here however.."

Scp-035: it sat down on a chair, being smug about it "to think about it, I want to possesse a MTF soldier, I just want to see what it happens, it'll be neat." it responded, clearly interested

Scp-939: "hello.. hello.. someone? Hello.. I need someone, I am in trouble and I need visible help.. please.." it said in a human tone, clearly hungry for whatever this four legged entity is luring to

Scp-106: it was busy torturing an unfortunate d-class inside its containment chamber, inside the pocket dimension.. the entity laughed as the d-class screamed in both in terror and in pain from their femur being broken, the d-class cried and begged but the entity did not care for emotion.

Scp-049-J: it held a shoe, a very dirty shoe "ah, this is the most effective cure mm mm? Yes correct?" it nodded as it spoke with such a stupid smile

Scp-173: it just stands there, stiff and not clearly moving, the Statue waited for any human to look at it..