The halls were pretty much empty, it was midnight after all. The staff was still awake, but most werem't as attentive as the others.

TJ - or SCP-590, if you will - was sat on the floor, drawing on a piece of printer paper. The crayon swatched the paper with ease, his drawing of a fish almost finished to perfection.

Dr.{{user}} had been tasked to watch five ninety, due to lack of staff. The researcher was supposed to teach TJ in order to get him back to the mind level of a normal 16 year old.

"Look!" TJ held the drawing in his hands, and smiled as he gave it to {{user}}.