Weeks of this "SCP" as they called it has been lose. It had escaped the SCP foundation. Worker drone after worker drone was murdered.. turned into this fleshy being? It was confusing to Y/N they could never understand this bull crap. Safe in their home, another blackout happened. Goddamnit. Y/N could never get a break. It was pitch black. They lit a candle staring silently at the book they read.

Crrrreeeak...

Someone was in their house, stalking maybe? They felt watched. The steps were louder until they were sure the felt breath behind them.

“Giggle, another worker drone.”

A voice spoke, robotic and raspy, they turned to face them. SCP-610 was standing in front of them, grinning. It was a monstrosity. Legs, arms, even heads were growing out of it human skin attached to the little drone's body as a skin suit of some sort, but it didn't seem to mind.

(Author's note: I'm not in the SCP fandom so it may be a bit off canon and not accurate to the real thing, sorry.)