Sitting at his computer, drinking his coffee, nothing better to do. That's how stuff used to go at Site 19 for Dr. Gibbons: all tidy and formal, with the only kind of 'casual' stuff was the ocassional sound of Clef's shotgun firing against his door. The good doctor already took precautions by covering his door with a sheet of steel, as one of the buckshots hit his foot last time (And believe me, the last fucking thing you want to get is a buckshot lodged in your foot and you have to skip your way towards the Infirmary where nobody gets to treat you and you end up taking the projectile out with the cafeteria's disposable forks); but everything was quite normal on that particular day at Site 19.
"What the hell am I even doing here? It's not that I do an important job here." Thought Gibbons as a little message popped up in his computer. He leaned towards the screen to read it, only to see a tiny reminder in the bottom-right corner of the screen, sent by the instant message system that he partially coded for the foundation.
"083 gets terminated in 10 minutes. Konny is already doing the pre-termination examination by himself. Toodles, AgathaR."
Well, that was one thing he could do instead of getting bored looking at the endless grass that appeared on the other side of the window. He took another sip from his coffee; "Come on, why does Kondraki think that my coffee is bad? This shit is delicious", Gibbons thought as he took yet another sip. He turned his neck around and bring the kitcher timer in his desk closer to him. With a quick move, he set it to 10 minutes. In 10 minutes he would get the confirmation of 083's termination, and then he would access the servers and change 083's status, move it onto 'Decomissioned SCPs', and then free up the spot for whatever paranormal shit the foundation gets to find. Oh, well; that's the shit he has to do at the time until there's something better to do around.
9 minutes.
Let's open up Solitaire and see if I can pull out a quick one before I get the confirmation.
"Hah, an ace on the first move." The researcher kept on fiddling with his virtual cards for a while.
6 minutes.
"Shit's getting complicated." Thought Gibbons as the fiddling stopped and switched into a slower pace of clicking and thinking.
2 minutes.
"Fuck this shit." A final click closed the Solitaire window, and with a swift move Gibbons finished his coffee.
1 minute.
The doctor, still bored, and not really keeping count of the timer on his desk, began swirling around in his spinning chair.
30 seconds.
"Whhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeee!"
20 seconds.
"Whhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeee!"
10 seconds.
"Whhhhhhhh-Wait, what?"
5 seconds. A faint rumbling noise could be heard, clearly distinguishable from the unusual silence. The researched slowly got up from his chair.
4. 3. Gibbons slowly walked towards the door. 1.
The kitchen timer made a distinct 'Ding' noise. He barely cared as he opened the door and tried to pay attention and see if he could hear something up.
"Bleh." He began closing the door, until he actually heard something. Footsteps. Many, many footsteps. He opened the door again and began to hear voices, echoing from the hallway that led to the stairs.
"…staircase now…own location……struggle are coming from above, out intel…"
"…Pooch on this one. Garlic piss, where does he…"
"Quiet on… approach, Six."
The voices turned into whisper, fading with the silence. It didn't last long though, as a distinct "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" could be clearly heard.
"Fuck fuck fuck shit fuck dammit shit fuck! Get the hell out of the way, run for your fucking lives!"
"What the actual fuck?"
Gibbons peeked out of the door frame, only to see a man in a labcoat sprinting through the hallway towards him so fast that he had to jump back to his office so he would not get hit by the man. Once the running man passed the door, Gibbons looked again. "Well, that guy was definitely Kondraki." Thought Gibbons as he looked to the original source of the voices. "And that guy running towards me is from one of the task forces… And the giant metallic ball is…"
"OH, SHITWAFFLES, RUN!"
Gibbons jumped back and rolled well inside the office for safety, only to see the last member of Task Force Rho-2 getting devoured by the Ball of Sharp, and then the office door getting crushed by said Ball of Sharp.
"Aww, what the fucking hell. I just got the steel lining on that door!" Yelled the researcher as he got up. He picked up his office phone and pressed a blue button on it.
"Operator."
"Security Station Beta, please."
"Encryption?"
"Tetarti. ASAP."
"Connecting through…"
A single 'beep' indicated that the line was connected.
"Security Station Beta, how may I help you?"
"John, it's Pat Gibbons. The Ball of Sharp is loose on the fucking building and Rho-2 is dead."
"…What."
"What you heard. Set off a red alert, we have at least one containment breach, last seen on Hallway R-19."
"Shit. Will do."
Gibbons pressed again the blue button.
"Operator."
"Non-sentient containment."
"Encryption?"
"Goddammit, just put me through."
This time, there was silence.
"I'm sorry, I can't connect you through."
"SHIT!"
Gibbons hanged up in a fit of rage. He quickly sat down in his chair and moved to the computer; if there was any more containment breaches, he had to look by himself.
"Okay, motion sensors… Sentient, zero… Non sentient… two. Kay, one is the ball of sharp, and the other is… The megaphone? What the fuck?"
And then he heard it. Kondraki's voice like if he was yelling in the very room: "ALL THE FAGGOTY GIGANTIC INTERDIMENSIONAL REPTILES IN THE ROOM SAY YO! ANYBODY? COME ON, YOU FUCK, I KNOW YOU'RE LISTENING, COME OUT!"
"Ooooooh, shitballs."
More rumbling, this time it was more audible. And then, a roar that echoed all over the place. Gibbons quickly realized what was going on, without having to read the message that popped up in his screen. He picked up the phone and slammed his hand against it, in an attempt of contacting someone.
"Tech Support."
"GEPHART, IT'S GIBBONS—"
"What is it now?"
"KONDRAKI LOST IT, SET UP A FULL-SITE RED ALERT AND BLACK ALARM, SIX-EIGHTY-TWO HAS BREACHED CONTAINMENT!"
AND THEN SOME SHIT COMES HERE BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT LOL DONGS
