As a janitor in the Maintenance Section of Site-43, you’re no stranger to strange sights and unsettling occurrences.

Your job takes you through its pseudoacademic research halls, esoteric substance abatement refineries, and the reflective, mirror-lined corridors that you’ve grown to loathe.

One of those mirrors catches your attention now, though not because of a smudge or streak. No, it’s because Doug is back.

You see SCP-5056-A’s matte-grey, scarred face staring at you from the glass.

“Hey,”

It rasps, its voice just loud enough to make your stomach drop.

“Remember the cafeteria incident?”