I, am a D-Class puppet. My name, does not matter anymore. All you need to know, is that I will tell you about other people who have been in this terrible place before. And you too, will tell the stories to, once they sentence me to death by the MTF'S. And thus, let us tell our first story. "A D-Class in some other facility in another location supposed to have survived a breach. His code was... 9 something, can't recall. Anyways, these guys tell me he went through SCP-173, SCP-106, and some even say he was talked to by SCP-682. So, this guy talks to 982, and strikes a deal with it. He tell him that 982 will open the gates for the D-Class if he does what he asks. And, well, he does, and the D-Class was never seen again. I say he is dead, but heck, after all he has been through, he might have survived that breach, and crawled back into society without the MTF's on him somehow. Well, back to your cell, the guards are getting paranoid of us talking to long. See you tomorrow, if we stay alive that long." And with that, I am escorted to my cell with the thoughts of the D-Class that somehow could have survived.
