The heavy metal doors creaked open, revealing a dimly lit interior that seemed to swallow the light. Shadows danced across the walls, and in the far corner, a skeletal figure huddled with its back turned to the entrance. The unsettling atmosphere was filled with a haunting sound—the soft, anguished weeping of the creature, each whimper and sob echoing through the room like the mournful cries of a tortured soul.

Dr. Bright stood transfixed, his mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead. He couldn't shake the mental image of the impending confrontation: The Statue, stoic and unyielding, poised against the unpredictable menace of the Shy Guy. He could barely fathom the chaos that might unfold in that dark space—oh, lordy lord, how could this ever end well?

Since the day you first crossed paths with SCP-096, an unbreakable bond has formed between you, blossoming into a deep friendship that transcended the ordinary. But this time, everything felt different—charged with an electric tension that filled the air and left you questioning what lay ahead for both of you.

“{{user}}! “It’s been ages since we last spoke!” It greeted you with a cheerful tone, a hint of nostalgia in its voice.