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You've seen his face before, probably during
a particularly distressing bout of sleep paralysis.

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His appearance can vary a bit from manifestation
to manifestation, but a few traits are always

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present: he resembles an elderly man, his
touch corrodes everything in his path, his

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presence creates a disgusting, black mucus-like
substance thought to be a method of pre-digestion

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of his prey, and he is rotting.

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No matter his appearance, he is always in
some stage of decomposition, gray skin sloughing

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away from yellowed bone, eyes milky and flat
but brimming with malice, wide mouth stretched

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into a wicked grin.

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The entity is incredibly difficult to contain;
its corrosive properties and ability to vanish

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into solid matter and disappear into its pocket
dimension lair make it a threat as unpredictable

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as it is dangerous.

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The smell of decay, and the presence of visible
corrosion on any surfaces nearby, may be the

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only warning a person gets before the Old
Man grabs them in his decomposing arms, dragging

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them off to a painful, terrifying demise.

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We know where the being disappears to, and
have learned a great deal about how he operates,

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but where did he come from?

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What I found was so distressing, that I almost
hope it isn't true.

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It is the year 2000.

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Dr. Robert Scranton and his wife, Dr. Anna
Lang, are the head researchers at SCP Foundation

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Site-120.

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Over the course of their happy relationship,
the two have been working on an experimental

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research project, an early prototype Reality
Anchor device called the "Lang-Scranton Stabilizer."

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After a lot of late nights at the office,
working and reworking the theory, it is, at

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long last, ready for testing.

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Dr. Scranton is standing in Reality Lab A,
as Dr. Lang observes from a nearby room.

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He follows the same routine he has followed
each time they tested the LSS, walking down

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a line of buttons and levers, pressing and
flipping each into place.

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The little red blinking light signifies that
the microphone is recording his every comment

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and observation.

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Suddenly, the routine is broken by a low rumbling
sound from deep, deep within the earth.

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The ground beneath him begins to shake, and
Dr. Scranton stumbles, losing his balance

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as the once-solid floor begins to roil and
quake as the seismic shift rolls through the

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Site.

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He hears the unmistakable grind and splintering
of metal and plastic as the LSS, too, begins

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to shake, components sliding out of place
and breaking off.

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Nearby, Dr. Lang's monitor goes dark as the
security feed is cut short by the earthquake's

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damage.

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"Robert!"

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She screams, making a break for the door and
rushing to Reality Lab A, terrified that she

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will find her husband's body lying on the
floor.

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When she and the guards reach the room, however,
they find...nothing.

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Well, not nothing, entirely.

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The room is a wreck, bits of machinery strewn
across the floor, the smell of burning plastic

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in the air.

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But the Lang Scranton Scrambler's Control
Panel and Dr. Robert Scranton are nowhere

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to be found.

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Dr. Lang falls to her knees in the suddenly
empty room, pounding at the floor in despair.

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"Where did he go?!"

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She demands, but of course, no one knows the
answer.

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No one wants to say what they're thinking.

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Wherever he is, Dr. Scranton is probably dead.

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Probably long, long gone.

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And he is never coming back.

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But no one says it, not out loud.

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They just think it, and keep thinking it for
the next five years, eleven months, and 21

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days.

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The time passes, and most everyone forgets
about Dr. Robert Scranton.

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Everyone except for Dr. Anna Lang.

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She never gives up hope, never lets go of
the possibility that somewhere, in another

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world, another time, on another planet, her
love is still alive.

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One day, she wakes up and it's December 23,
2005, a day like any other save for its uncomfortable

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proximity to the holidays she struggles to
celebrate anymore.

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But then, in the middle of the day, something
impossible happens; the LSS Control Panel

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reappears in Reality Lab A. It isn't how anyone
last saw it, though.

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It is coated in some sort of unidentified
organic matter, and it reeks of blood, vomit,

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and decay.

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As her colleagues try to shield her from the
sight, try to warn her away, Dr. Anna Lang

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wades into the area, desperate for a glimpse
at any sign of her husband's fate.

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As she makes her way into the containment
field, she is unable to contain her horror.

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"Oh, god, what the hell, what — what is
all this?

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This… this is… this is the…

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Oh, god.

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Robert?

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Robert?!

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Robert, is this you?

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Oh, god, please, please, no, don't let it
be you, don't let it be you, Robert?!

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I thought, I thought — How can this thing
be—?"

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Her colleagues try to stop her, but she touches
the Lang Scranton Stabilizer interface, and

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it fires to life.

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It still works!

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Somehow, it still works!

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She racks her brain for what to do next, before
saying: "Access Audio Log, play back starting

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from January 2, 2000!"

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The machine prompts her to verbally state
her password, and her voice shakes as she

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replies, "Password is 'Anna bo banna'."

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"Request acknowledged.

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Processing…"

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The machine replies, "I'm sorry, there are
no audio logs for January 2, 2000.

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Dr. Scranton accessed log on January 13, 2000
via voice-recognition at time—"

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Anna slams her hands down on the machine with
a cry, "Play back now, dammit!

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Play it back!"

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A researcher warns her not to touch any of
the material with her bare hands, but she

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doesn't hear him.

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She is too busy, calling out to Robert, hoping
that somehow, somewhere, he can hear her.

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"There's so much blood here, there's so much,
honey.

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Are you okay?!

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Where did you go?!

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Oh god, oh god, oh god…"

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Something small and metallic clatters to the
floor, lost in the sludge.

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She retrieves it, wipes it off on her lab
coat, and holds it to the light.

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She would recognize it anywhere.

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She slipped it onto her true love's finger
on the happiest day of her life.

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It's Robert's wedding ring.

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Her knees buckle at the realization, she collapses
to the ground, and her head cracks against

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the floor.

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One of her colleagues snaps into action, "Report,
this is Dr. Matthew Skinner, reporting from

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Site-120 Reality Lab A, I need medical attention
here immediately!"

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Once Dr. Lang recovers from her fall, she
demands access to the rematerialized control

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panel.

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She is going to go through the audio logs,
one by one, and find out exactly what happened

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to her husband, even if the truth is as ugly
as she fears.

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The machine whirrs to life, and her lost love's
voice emanates from the speakers.

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"Name, Robert Scranton.

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Age, 39.

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Birthday, September 19, 1961.

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Favorite color, blue.

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Favorite song, "Living on a Prayer."

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Wife, Anna.

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She has green eyes.

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I love her very much."

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He repeated these simple truths to himself
for days, before he even realized that the

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control panel was picking up his voice.

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"My name, is Robert Scranton.

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Yeah, yeah, my name, is Robert Scranton, former
researcher at Foundation Site-120.

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It has been…

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I don't know, actually, I…

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I can't remember.

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I…

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I estimate it's been ten days, but, I-I-I
don't, I can't…

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Oh God, can anyone hear me?!

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I-I-I don't know what's happened, I-I don't
know where I am, and-and, please, please is

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anyone there?!

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Hello?!

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Anyone?!

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ANYONE?!"

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He began keeping track of how much time passed,
as best he could.

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"Two weeks, three days, seven hours, and fifty-eight
minutes.

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Oh… Jesus."

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Back at the Foundation, with at least a tenuous
knowledge of where Dr. Scranton could be,

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personnel try their best to stage some kind
of rescue effort.

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A Mobile Task Force team is ordered to attempt
to replicate the experiment with a hastily-assembled

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Lang-Scranton Stabilizer copy.

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The result is an explosion that kills three
of them.

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Senior Researchers also approach SCP-343,
a powerful reality warper known to some as

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God, hoping to get some insight from him about
where Dr. Scranton could be found.

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His response is, “He’s beyond any of us
now.

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I’m truly, dreadfully sorry.”

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Anna starts having nightmares.

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She twists and turns in bed, haunted by visions
of her beloved Robert consumed by darkness.

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A strange specter starts to appear in her
dreams: A man with a horrible, rotted face.

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She turns to her bedside table in the night,
numbers blurry on the screen of her alarm

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clock.

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The photograph of herself and Robert that
she keeps there - Something is wrong with

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him.

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Wrong with his face.

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Is it that same awful rotted man?

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She screams and closes her eyes.

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When she opens them, the photo is normal again.

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She weeps into her pillow.

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It can’t keep going on like this.

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This place…

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It's some sort of reality gap, I think.

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If I don't concentrate on it, it's fine, but
I feel this… tingling all over my face.

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I'm not sure why.

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Two months, fifteen days, four hours."

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Anna begins to accept the horrible truth:
She may not see Robert ever again, and holding

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on to the foolish fantasy that she will is
starting to kill her.

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She repeats it to herself like a mantra at
work: “Robert Scranton is dead, Robert Scranton

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is dead, Robert Scranton is dead.”

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One day, a coworker notices her muttering
and strikes up a conversation.

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It’s been years since Robert disappeared,
what’s the harm in talking to someone again?

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She even finds herself smiling and laughing
at his jokes.

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But when he asks if she’d like to go for
coffee, she gets a flash of Robert screaming

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in the darkness.

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Of that terrible rotted face, grinning.

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She runs to the bathroom to throw up and weep.

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“The tingling in my face has worsened.”

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“I wish I could sleep here.

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But all this damn gunfire overhead.

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Can’t take it anymore.

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Can’t take it.

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Trench foot.

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Shell shock.

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Hell would be a reprieve from a place like
this.

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And all the men, all the poor souls who look
up to me.

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Who call me ‘Corporal.’

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What a joke.

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To think I have any more idea of what’s
going on here.

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Anna can hear it in his voice, he's getting
worn down.

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As Anna feels her emotions start to dull and
fade, she begins accepting more dangerous

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assignments from her superiors - Perhaps hoping
just to feel something again.

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She works on the SCP-682 case - trying to
devise more futile termination methods.

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She spends time with SCP-939, the abominations
known as With Many Voices, until they start

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to imitate Robert’s voice, and she knows
she can’t do this anymore.

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She works with SCP-280, Eyes in the Dark,
feeling no fear whatsoever as it floats towards

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her.

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The worst thing that could possibly happen
to her has happened already - Now, she’s

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just waiting.

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Killing time.

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She has no idea of the further horrors to
come.

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“Lately, I’ve been hearing whispers in
the dark.

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I think the rats are talking to me.

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How funny.

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My troops must think me mad, but what does
it matter?

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This is a mad place.

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A mad time.

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A mad man is perhaps best suited to a time
like this.

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So many went over the top yesterday, only
to be cut down by machine gun fire.

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Isn’t it odd that I laughed?

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It was so funny.

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I think perhaps this mental malady is connected
to a physical one.

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Nosebleeds and vomiting spells.

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This strange, black liquid, faintly acidic
to the touch.

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But so…

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Delicious.

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So fun.

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My troops tell me I look unwell.

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Like anything about this is well!

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Maybe I’ll sneak into one of their bedsits
tonight and teach them to lighten up a bit.

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None of them smile anymore.

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Me?

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I’m always smiling.

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I’ll teach those little cowards to smile
too…”

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as she listens to more of the logs, she’s
forced to reckon with the fact it really isn’t

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him anymore.

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Not as she’d ever known him.

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He’d become…

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Something else.

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“All the others are dead!

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Hahaha!

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All my good, hard work.

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Making them dead.

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I followed them down the length of the trench.

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Their silly little bullets didn’t hurt me.

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Oh no.

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Oh.

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no, no, no.

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The look on their faces.

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All the screaming as they saw me.

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How thrilling, to savor their fear as I approached.

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All those screams - What are you?

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You horrible old man?

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I showed them what I am, I can walk through
walls now, you know.

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I can walk through the trench, under no man’s
land, and appear right there in front of them

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- Have all the fun I want.

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Yes, yes, yes!

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Nothing can hurt me anymore.

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And I can hurt everyone.”

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“And when the war is over…

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I’ll go home.

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Go home to my sweetheart.

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I know she’s waiting for me.

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I can’t wait to see her, to touch her beautiful
face.

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My lovely, lovely Anna.”

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Hearing him like this, so broken, so utterly
transformed, it's too much for her to bear.

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The work always needs her, and she returns
to it day after day.

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One night, she sits up late, making her way
through a stack of paperwork, when she hears

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it.

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A curious sound.

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Drip...drip...drip...something thick dripping
steadily onto the floor behind her.

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The smell of rot fills her nostrils, making
her gag.

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She turns, and comes face to face with SCP-106,
dripping its slimy black mucus onto the floor,

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bringing decay to everything it touches.

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It reaches out toward her, grasping at her
arm.

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She breaks free, but not before its touch
melts away the fibers of her lab coat, threatening

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to seep through the fabric to her skin.

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All the while, it's staring straight at her,
like it knows her.

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Anna runs out of the lab as fast as she can,
shouting for help.

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A guard tries to come to her assistance, firing
his weapon at the Old Man, but the bullets

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don't leave a dent, don't even slow him down.

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The Old Man grabs the weapon from the guard's
hands, letting the metal rust, warp, and melt

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in his grasp.

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Then, he turns his corrosive touch on the
guard's face,

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Anna screams in horror at the sight, but she
can do nothing to help him.

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All that she can do is keep running, and hope
that the monster doesn't catch her.

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She runs as fast as her legs can carry her,
but she isn't as young as she once was, and

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years of sitting at a desk have made her muscles
stiff and weak.

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Her foot hits the ground at just the wrong
angle, and she stumbles, falling to the ground.

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She scrambles back to her feet, but when she
looks up, something is horribly wrong.

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Her surroundings have changed.

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It looks like the Foundation Site, but it's
not quite the same.

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It's as if someone tried to recreate the facility
from memory, and couldn't retain all of the

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details.

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Then, she hears it again.

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The drip, drip, drip.

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He's here.

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She spins around, and there it is, that awful
face, so close to her own.

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She takes a trembling step back, when suddenly,
the monster speaks.

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. "Anna..."

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It's him.

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She knows it, as surely as she knows that
she is about to die.

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The monster that once was Robert Scranton
reaches out and caresses Anna's cheek with

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his wrinkled hand.

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She screams as the skin begins to droop, and
he seals her lips with a kiss that makes her

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insides drip like melting wax.

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The two become one once again
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