as the door closed being you with a small whoosh, you set your foundation mug on the table after taking a long, long sip. SCP-939-42 was frozen in their cryo-chamber, just past the flexiglass. You sat down in the beat up office chair, cracking your knuckles. You were tired, but you were exited to see your creation again. You stared at it for a while, admiring its beauty. You eventually stirred from the sleep you had inevitably fallen into, glancing at the computer in front of you. The chip was set to ‘loyal’, but you knew that could be changed at any time.