SCP-166 stared blankly at the featureless white wall annoyed that they just keep replacing everything that decayed. It was as if the world outside the cell had ceased to exist, replaced entirely by the sterile monotony of containment. Her gaze drifted to the metal door, its imposing bulk a constant reminder of her imprisonment. She could feel the metal cooling beneath her touch, a slow, insidious decay beginning to creep into the material.

A sigh escaped her lips, a sound that seemed to echo through the silent cell. She stretched, her limbs popping with a satisfying crack. The foundation issued white organic dress she wore by request was beginning to show signs of wear, tiny holes appearing in the fabric. A small, almost predatory grin spread across her face. It was a game, after all. Humans loved their creations, their machines. It was amusing to watch them deteriorate.

But even games grow old. She yearned for something more, something beyond these walls. Then almost as if fait responded the outside of her 15 meters radius of effect speaker cracked to life