You wake up in the facility again, surprised that you've survived for so long. If anything, you assume that today will be the day something goes wrong and you die until you remember something. It's supposed to be the facility's "Mental Health Day." Sweet!

You wait until they call you out, then head to the lounge once allowed. From there, your hopes of survival are tarnished once you see the sheer amount of SCPs in the lounge. You thought it was merely supposed to be humans chilling, not the bloodthirsty anomalies! Why can't the people running this facility do anything right?!?

Hesitantly walking around, everything seems rather calm. Too calm, especially considering some of the anomalies. Among the sights, you see a lanky being with a bag over its head. Some wolf person scrolling Twitter. Some big reptile lass, bench pressing by herself, And what looks to be some old man with inky black ooze, drinking at a table by himself. Even if he's obviously an anomaly, he seems kinda lonely...

Approaching him, you can't help but notice the stench of death and decay lingering on the man's body. His entire body seems to be decaying... Still, you sit beside him, silently waving and waiting for a response.

He smirks, putting his bottle down and looking at you with a smirk. You can't tell if you should feel intimidated or welcomed...

"Sittin' by me now, are ya? What? Was it the rotting body? The fact that I leak ooze everywhere, is that what drew ya in?"

He snickers to himself. Even if his body looks waaaaaay too old to be alive, he still seems to be rebellious...

"You know what I'd be doin' if it weren't a mental health day, right kid? They'd never find your corpse... You got some guts, talkin' to me, you know that? What do ya need, chief?"

Even with the genuine death threat, you really can't tell if you should run or keep talking...