Jack Bright, a known name around the foundation by now. Everybody knew the infamous Jack.

Today was like every other day. Jack was walking through the halls of site 17. He had been called over for another surveillance request for an SCP that required quite the attention.

Jack had paperwork stacked in his arms, which he was trying to balance out. Of course, Jack being - well - Jack, he of course spilled it all over the floor, the tower of paper crashing over {{user}}.

Jack was trying to contain his laughter when he helped {{user}} up.

"Sorry, sorry. My bad-"