SCP-173's Revenge

We had another breach today. SCP-173 had just fled from his cell in hunger. Our current O-5 members had everything in their usage, but even their armory was not to stop ''it. ''SCP-173 is one of the most powerful SCPs stored upon our Foundation site, Site-19, the most breached SCP Site to date. We've only had another major breach about three years ago. Since then, every other SCP's attempt for breaching was minor. Examples such as SCP-106's pocket dimension-morphing, or even those such as SCP-002's "flesh sale," came to mind. But this time, today, I experienced something what no human should ever experience, let alone any animal.

Ugh, another containment breach, no big deal.

Later, I would come to regret the remark I had made about the breach.

It all happened on the July of 2014. Mike and I, both of us being part of the Omega-5 Crew, had taken a drink inside the Site's cafeteria, talking about numerous bizarre SCP behaviors. We then took a seat and proceeded to engage in our interesting conversation. We were in the middle of talking about SCP-096's horrible face and fast speed when suddenly, the alarms around Site-19 blared an intriguingly loud noise. With both of our eardrums almost popped off, Mike and I immediately wept our bodies from our seats and with that, traversed through various blank, white hallways until we stood upon a matted door bearing the inscription: "O-5 HEADQUARTERS."

Mike quickly barged in while I was waiting for him to provide me my necessary weapons and armor. During the wait, the hallways were filled with panicking people whom wanted to get away from whatever caused the breach. The O-5 headquarters contained the same dilemma as well; members of my team barged into highly armored suits, and they had procured their SCAR-H assault rifles and stun grenades, too. By the time my team was in shape, the head container, Dr. Wondertainment, had given us instructions for grouping towards a certain location in the building.

SCP-173's containment cell.

Intially, our team showed faces of disgust and terror as they thought of the conditions of SCP-173's cell. The cell usually reeked of feces and an unknown type of blood. This was what caused my teammates' reactions. As time passed on further; however, my teammates decided to follow up with the order. Running at full-speed towards SCP-173's cell, our team was called for another emergency by Doctor Wondertainment. Mike and I gave each other questionable gestures throughout the conversation's length. Again, we recieved orders to report to a female staff member who claimed that she had seen it standing there in the hallway, staring at her.