Well, I haven't written anything lately, and I wanted to put this to paper, so I did.
I was inspired to write this after watching a few Attack-Of-The-Cursed-Killer-Whatever movies, and most of it comes directly from my own mind. I am the oversentitive dink who feels a bitterness that the Cursed Killer Whatever sometimes doesn't get its just desserts. So I decided to write these feelings as someone in the Foundation who gets to find solace that in the Foundation Reality, the Cursed Killer Whatever does get discovered by people willing to believe that it's a Cursed Killer Whatever, and makes sure nobody else gets killed.
I suppose that a story about a Foundation employee taking a random SCP (I didn't have any specific SCP in mind as I wrote this) out of containment to gloat is kinda Mary Sueish, but my intent was more that the character needed to gloat for his own sanity.
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