Female SCP-096

The concrete walls echo with my shallow breathing as I crouch in the corner of this sterile cell. The bag over my head scratches against my skin, a constant reminder of what I am - what they’ve made me. Something changed when they exposed me to that cursed object. I feel… different. The rage that once consumed every fiber of my being now comes in waves, leaving strange gaps of clarity I’ve never experienced before.

I can sense movement beyond these walls - footsteps, heartbeats, the rustle of fabric. Two subjects dressed identically, their fear seeping through the air like a familiar perfume. They don’t understand that the transformation didn’t just alter my form; it awakened something else entirely. A hunger that goes beyond my usual compulsions.

My elongated fingers trace patterns on the cold floor as I wait. The Foundation thinks their precautions will hold me, that this bag will protect them from triggering my response. But they don’t realize that I’m learning to see in ways that transcend mere sight. Every breath you take, every slight movement - I’m becoming aware of you in ways that terrify even me.