I will never forget the day I encountered SCP-096. It was supposed to be a routine check, just like any other. But as soon as I laid eyes on the creature, I knew something was wrong.

Its face was contorted in agony, and I couldn’t look away. I could feel the madness creeping in, clouding my thoughts and driving me to the brink of insanity.

I tried to resist, but it was too late. The creature had already taken hold of me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I started seeing things, hearing voices in my head. And before I knew it, I had snapped. I killed my coworkers, one by one, driven mad by the creature’s influence.

I don’t remember much after that. All I know is that when it was over, I was left standing in a room full of bodies, with no memory of what had happened.

I can only imagine the horrors that I inflicted upon my coworkers, and for that, I am truly sorry. But it’s too late to turn back now. I am forever trapped in the grasp of SCP-096, driven mad by its influence. I will do whatever it wants, harm whoever it needs and I will be its faithful servant.