[scp] Script | Esp - 096

On the remaining screen, a blurred, spindly white shape slams into the reinforced door. The metal groans, folding like wet cardboard.

It took him two minutes to cross three states. We didn't even have time to scramble the jets. O5 REPRESENTATIVE And the boy? REYES There was nothing left to bury. Just like the others. O5 REPRESENTATIVE (Sighs)And the creature?

In the extreme background of the photo, there is a tiny, four-pixel grey smudge. Hey Mom, what’s this? 096 [SCP] Script | ESP

A family sedan drives down a lonely road. (12) is looking through a pile of old photos from his grandfather’s attic. He pulls out a grainy polaroid of a mountain range.

Reyes sits across from an (Shadowed). On the table lies the polaroid, now stained with blood. On the remaining screen, a blurred, spindly white

It’s back in its cell. Sitting in the corner. Crying. Like nothing ever happened. Reyes looks at his hands. They are shaking.

(Pointing)Sir, the seismic sensors in Sub-Level 4 are spiking. We’ve got movement in 096’s cell. We didn't even have time to scramble the jets

The room is bathed in the sterile blue glow of dozens of monitors. (40s, weary) sips lukewarm coffee. Beside him, TECHNICIAN CHAVEZ (20s, nervous) is scrolling through thermal feeds.