Extraction & Recontainment Video Log Transcript

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O1-1: ¨The corporal's right. I'd rather deal with them after we extract the civilians.¨

MU-13 Phantom: ¨I still think we should have sent a D-Class in first to lure any of 'em out. Y'know, to save us the trouble. And death.¨

O1-1: ¨Quiet, we're here. Whitaker, you're going in with me. The rest of you, secure this area.¨

The team arrives at the safe room entrance. O1-1 opens it with an override key. O1-1 and MU-13 Cap peer inside, footage shows 13 individuals adorned in various outfits, including lab coats, janitorial jumpsuits and guard uniforms, milling about. They all turn to look at the duo. Several sigh in relief

O1-1: Easy, everyone. My name is Sergeant Marcus Hayward of Mobile Task Force Omicron-1. My colleague here is Captain Stanley Whitaker of Mobile Task Force Mu-13. We're here to extract and escort you out here. I ask that you remain absolutely silent as you make your way through these halls, as sound could potentially alert any threats to our location. Before we leave, does anyone know the whereabouts of Senior Researcher Roger Hask?

They all shake their heads

O1-1: ¨I feared as much. Okay, let's get moving.¨

MU-13 Cap: ¨Command, the extraction of all staff in Wing B's safe room is underway. Hask is still nowhere to be found.¨

Command: ¨Acknowledged, Captain. We have Security Team B stationed outside as a further precaution.¨

All personnel move along the path back to the office. Upon reaching the intersection, O1-1, O1-2, and the three officers break apart from the group and head toward the central containment hall. After about three minutes, they reach the end of the containment hall. Officer Cleburne peers into the nearby surveillance room, which appears to be in complete disarray. Monitors are smashed, tables are flipped over, and a plastic orange beak can be seen lying on the floor

Cleburne: ¨Guess there's no hope in getting the Scranton Reality Anchors back online again. Would be nice to have in case we come across that golden bear. 5***, was it?¨

Morris scoffs

Morris: ¨Well yeah, it's the most ghost-like of them all, and the anchors do a good job of keeping him in a solid state.¨

O1-1: ¨Spook, how're we looking?¨

Spook: ¨Still clear. I can't access the cameras inside the cells, so just stay alert.¨

O1-1: ¨Roger. Let's start checking these cells. Keep your head on a swivel, men.¨

The first four cells are empty. It isn't until the fifth cell that three bodies are seen lying on the floor. One of them is wearing a lab coat. Its arm is severed from the shoulder down

Richter: ¨Oh shit, is that...?¨

O1-1: ¨ Taft and two guards. Cleburne, go check on them.¨

Cleburne moves over to the bodies and checks to see if any of them have a pulse

Cleburne: ¨Nothing. Looks like Taft bled out and died while the other two got slammed against the wall so hard they might've ruptured some internal organs or something.¨

O1-2: ¨Shit, whatever did this might still be here.¨

???: ¨She's not, I can assure you.¨

The quintuplet whirls around and comes face to face with SCP-5XxX. The entity towers over them and blocks their exit from the cell

O1-2: ¨[EXPLETIVE], it's 5XxX!¨

O1-1 raises his rifle

O1-1: ¨DON'T MOVE!¨

SCP-5XxX: ¨Please, I'd rather you call me by my stage name, Bonnie. Or rather, my former stage name, anyway.¨

Richter was aiming his shotgun directly at 5XxX's face

Richter: ¨Say the word, Hayward. I'll blow this rabbit's face off.¨

5XxX chuckles

SCP-5XxX: ¨Oh please, you couldn't do that even if you tried. Besides, you might want to listen to what I have to say.¨

O1-2: ¨Easy Mark. Let's hear him out. He might know where the hell all the other SCP's are.¨

Several seconds of silence pass. O1-1 lowers his rifle slightly.

O1-1: ¨Alright, spit it out. Where are the other SCP's? What caused this breach? Was it you?¨

SCP-5XxX: ¨It wasn't me, I can tell you that much. The reason why I'm still here is because I enjoy the comfort of the cell you've given me. I take pleasure in scaring the interviewers you send in to question me...and on this occasion, I take pride in the kill.¨

SCP-5XxX raises it hand, revealing a set of sharp, elongated nails coated with blood. It then lowers its hand and gestures at Taft's corpse

SCP-5XxX: ¨The breach's instigator is the "entity," as you say, who did dear Researcher Taft in. As for the rest of the "entities," they simply walked out when no one was looking and the cameras weren't watching. At least, that bastard Springtrap did, with the help of Researcher Gales, from the outside.¨

O1-1: ¨What? Gales would never do something like that!¨

SCP-5XxX: ¨You'd be surprised, Sergeant. Because I distinctly remember there being a certain mechanical entity, with the ability to skin and disguise itself as anyone, locked up in this same hall. Gales was the last person to enter its cell, someone it deemed useful, anyway.¨

O1-2: ¨..Oh...shit...¨

SCP-5XxX begins to exit the cell

SCP-5XxX: ¨And one more thing, Cassidy, the golden bear, doesn't like Springtrap. Afton. SCP-****. Whatever you wanna call him. Nor do her lackeys. They'll go to the ends of the earth to make sure Afton gets what he deserves. I once craved what they craved, but I've since learned to let the past go.¨

SCP-5XxX steps into the hall

SCP-5XxX: ¨I'll be in my cell if you have any more questions. Can't say I'll be as nice. Or that I won't bite your face off. Also, you might want to check on your Omicron-1 friend in the tenth cell. She's still alive, but barely.¨

O1-1 lowers his weapon

SCP-5XxX: ¨Be seeing you, Sergeant.¨

The log ends