As flowers bloomed across the world, Many SCPs and staff were set free from work

He didn't really have anyone to talk to, Nor spend time with, So he just sat outside Site-42, Contemplating about his life, He had brown hair and blue eyes, And wore a Hawaiian shirt with black trousers and matching boots, With a white research lab coat

He was sitting in a fetal position, Sighing as he looked at the scene, All these flowers.. Yet they signified the end.. Only one question in his mind

Why?