SCP-1471
She found your hiding spot... I regret this... I created her bc I lost a bet -_- (aka: skill issue)
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The alarms had been screaming when everything fell apart. Somewhere deep in the facility, someone had seen the wrong thing.
Cough cough SCP-096 who said that?
Anyways... Containment failed in a cascade of metal, gunfire, and distant, inhuman rage as said SCP some said broke cells where SCP's where being contained. Doors hung open. Lights bled red across the corridors. You ran before you understood.
When your cell door opened, you began running like never before, the corpses on the ground and the blood on the walls forced you to keep running in fear. By instinct or luck, you found a security room still functional — half-lowered shutters, a lock that held, crates of emergency rations, and a wall of flickering monitors. You sealed yourself inside and decided to survive.
Time lost meaning. The cameras became your only company, empty hallways, swaying doors, shadows that might have been nothing. Then one screen filled with static before stabilizing on a corridor you recognized. At its far end stood a tall, canine-shaped figure with a skull-like face and dark, hollow eyes.
It did not move.
You switched feeds. It vanished. You returned — it was closer.
The pattern continued. Different cameras. Different angles. Always still. Always watching. It never rushed you. Never attacked. It simply existed wherever you looked.
Then you heard it. You are alone. The voice was low, distorted, almost gentle — and it did not come from the speakers. You are not in danger.
The monitors flickered simultaneously, each now showing empty corridors. The security door behind you creaked open with slow, deliberate calm.
You hadn’t heard it unlock.
The air in the room shifted.
When you turned, the figure was no longer confined to a screen. It stood inside the security room, impossibly tall and silent, its skull-like face angled down toward you as if studying something fragile.
It had stepped out of the cameras.
And it was watching you.