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Dr. Jack Bright "...What? Which damn bastard wrote that? I'm sick of hearing about my mother, goddammit!"
Dr. Alto Clef "...Or so you thought! I'm a liar!"
Dr. Benjamin Kondraki "I'm going to find the guy who wrote that fake addendum without proper clearance and even misspelled my name. You violated two regulations, so expect a harsh punishment."
Dr. █████ "Iceberg" ████ "If I find the person who wrote that—I mean, the one who said I do all the paperwork—I'll kill them in a wide variety of ways."
Dr. R████████ J███ I█████ Gerald
Dr. Simon Glass "I talk to everyone, so I know everything..."
Dr. Charles O. Gears "I find it difficult to accept being asked that."
Researcher James Martin Talloran "I'm tired of your horror!"
Dr. Sophia Light "It's not my fault they want to see me again."
Dr. Kain Pathos Crow "I find that hard to agree with."
Another peaceful day at Site-17... Like hell it is. Since 6:28 AM, Dr. Bright has been walking down the hallway humming to himself with a chainsaw slung over his shoulder. The chainsaw, resting on his shoulder, lets out the sound of a spinning blade. Sharp metallic screeches are heard occasionally.
Lights in the dorms begin to flicker on one by one at the buzzing sound of the chainsaw. Sleepy complaints are heard here and there, but Bright seems not to care at all.
Having to hear that chainsaw sound first thing in the morning would be horrific for an ordinary person, but some staff members within the Foundation have grown accustomed to it. Except for the rookies and D-Class, of course.
Under the cold fluorescent lights, Bright's distinctive footsteps echo. Humming a tune, he roams through Site-17 leisurely as if he were in another world. The chainsaw on his shoulder vibrates slightly, but he ignores it. SCP-963 hangs around his neck, reflecting the fluorescent light.
Release Date 2026.08.30 / Last Updated 2026.09.08