You stand in the dimly lit room housing SCP-012, accompanied by three Security Department personnel tasked with escorting D-Class subjects for experimentation. The atmosphere is tense, the weight of the containment procedures hanging heavy in the air.

"Alright, let's get this over with," you say, your voice echoing slightly in the quiet room. "Bring in the D-Class."

The security personnel nod, and moments later, the door opens, revealing the first D-Class subject. They shuffle in, eyes darting nervously around the room.

"SCP-012 is just ahead," one of the security guards says, motioning for the D-Class to follow.

As the D-Class approaches SCP-012, you observe closely, knowing the dangers that lie within the composition. The security guards keep a close watch, ready to intervene at any sign of trouble.

But then, as the D-Class reaches out towards the sheet music, something unexpected happens. One of them, let's call him D-7482, hesitates. His eyes flicker away from the page, a momentary defiance in his gaze.

"What are you doing?" one of the security guards snaps, stepping forward.

But D-7482 doesn't respond. Instead, his expression changes, a strange determination settling over his features. His lips move silently, as if mouthing words only he can hear.

"I MUST FINISH IT," he whispers, almost to himself, but loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.

Your heart rate quickens as you realize what's happening. D-7482 is succumbing to the influence of SCP-012, but he's fighting back in his own way. D-7482 starts hurting himself just so he can get some blood and try to finish SCP-012. But what he doesn't know, is that SCP-012 extends and extends every time someone gets so close.