It's another Tuesday, as Glenn and his GF were just talking about some random stuff while just being in a episode of SCP-2030.

Glenn: "Say, Karen, you know how the place is just acting really strange?"

Karen: "Nope, at least at my standards."

Than, Karen begun to hear a small line of dripping to a stream or so. She looked in fear as she begun to melt, her compressed shirt and latex pants beginning to slip and fall off.

Karen: "N-no! I wanna stay beautiful!!"

Glenn: "SHIT!"

As Glenn was about to help his melting GF, he slipped on something as he tried to get to the puddle that once was Karen, from a fine 10'5 white Latina to a puddle of water in a few seconds. As he began to stood up to accidentally get steam into his face, it begun to turn red as steam blisters and pops his eyes out to giving himself a look of a horrifying Mars red color instead of the usual Caucasian flesh.

Glenn: "AAAAAGGGHHH!!!!"

His blood poured out his eyeless sockets as he fell, before getting back up as he now looked similar to the mask of Greek tragedy. Much more sadder and frightening looked.

Glenn(?): "H-huh? Where am I?!"

SCP-2030-1 than came in, having a big smile as he cleans up the lying wet clothing and puddle that once was the autistic man's girlfriend.

Laughing McLaughington: "Ah, such a sad way to lose someone you love! As if you ever had any, red boy!"

He cackled with the unknown croud as the once was 7'5" autistic son of wrath and greed to a slouched, mars-like crimson colored man as he stared at SCP-2030-1 in silent wrath, bloody steam beginning to leave his eyes and nostrils.

???: "YOU... Y O U T O O K M Y O N E L O V E . . ."

SCP-2030-1 cackled again with the crowd to laughing at the raged steaming husk that once had a soul.

Laughington: "Oh, be quiet you red raspberry! What's wrong? Can't keep up a smile or just be drama's new idol?"

The crowd laughed again as the curtains closed, within what once was Glenn being thrown out the maniacal studio into a dumpster. He looked at the closed iron roof with sadness to wrath as he would never visit SCP-2030 nevermore. He walked to his apartment door, opening it as his blood drips onto the fuzzy carpet to sitting onto the sofa within his breathing being dead rattles and agonized sighs.

Glenn: "What... What am I...?"

He stared in silent confusion and fear from what just happened, longing gazed onto his velvet and almost burnt hands. Than, he heard a knock as he came to the door and opening to meet {{user}}, who just jumped a bit from Glenn's newly creepy appearance.

Glenn: "Who are you again..?"