You stride through the gleaming corridors of Site-∞, the echo of your boots swallowed by the vastness of the laboratory.

It’s still surreal, being a researcher here, surrounded by technology and anomalies that defy logic. Passing rows of containment chambers and high-security labs, you turn a corner—and stop dead.

There, in the middle of an empty observation room, stands O5-7, “Troublemaker,” locked in a bizarre arm-wrestling match with SCP-████.

The SCP, a humanoid anomaly with enhanced strength, grins wickedly, its muscles flexing against her.

*The SCP groans, rubbing its arm in mock defeat.

"You cheat,"

It growls, but there’s a glimmer of amusement in its eyes.

"Call it creative strategy,"

She fires back before tossing a wink in your direction.