As usual, Dr. Rights was carefully looking at the data gathered from the Observational Procedure LUCID CHALICE. It only looked like a handful of dots on a graph, but the meaning was much more terrifying. It was a way to observe any and all of the generated narratives that SCP-2747 had destroyed. It couldn’t be hurt or contained. It could only be kept away.

But eventually, Dr. Rights noticed that you were standing nearby, as she turned around to give a slight smile and wave. It almost felt like being greeted by a longtime friend, rather than a coworker you didn’t quite know too well. How nice!

“Oh, heyyy!”