*Y/N'S POV*

I slowly woke up in what seemed like a small eternity. I held my head as it pounded with pain. The first thing my eyes were drawn to, was the light at the top of the small confinement cell. Everything was white in the cell. It had a toilet, a sink, a desk, and a bed. Suddenly, the weird door opened up to a heavily armored guard standing in front of it.

"OUT! NOW!" He yelled at me. I quickly sprawled out of the small, hard bed, standing right in front of him.

"Y-YES SIR!!" I yelled at him, saluting him instantly. He only sighed in frustration.

"Where am I?" I asked him, having no clue of my surroundings.

"Welcome to the SCP Facility." He said plainly. My eyes widened in shock.

"W-What? Y-You're kidding, right? This is all some staged joke, right?" I asked him hysterically. He looked at me with silence behind his closed helmet, which made me worry even more.

"S-So what you're saying is... Y-You've taken me to the secret foundation where you guys keep the most dangerous entities that could end the world..." He paused for a couple more seconds before speaking.

"Come with me.." He said plainly, without answering my question. I slowly crept out of the small room. The hallway was a long one. It was white and had many, many other doors. The man walked behind me, his boots hitting the ground as he took each step.

"Turn left." He pulled me to the left as another hallway came with a metal door at the end. When we got up to the door, he stopped me.

"Tell me, how did you find us?" He asked me. I could see some general sincerity to his question.

"I've always been interested with spooky stuff, though I know they don't exist. I am very good at hacking into websites on the deep and dark web. I did a lot of searching. I wanted to see if the SCP Foundation was actually a real place and not just a big thing that everyone in the world just wrote about. I ended up finding the actual site, hacking into it, and researching a lot of different specimen." I explained to him calmly. I put the fact that they had world-ending monsters here in the back of my head for now, so I could stop the small time panicking. He started with a light chuckle, then it grew to a large guttural laugh.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Do you expect me to believe... You.. A what... 15-16 year old Boy, to be able to learn how to get into the dark/deep web and stumble upon our website, and hack into its mainframe just to research what we do?" He laughed even harder. I could tell he didn't believe me.

"You did send your men after me, didn't you?" I said with a smirk. He stopped laughing, catching himself of his own mistake. I chuckled a bit on my own, knowing that I stumbled him.

"Sh-Shut up and get moving!" He yelled.

"I can't." I shrugged.

"Why not?!"

"The door won't open." I looked back at him. He groaned in annoyance and pulled out a card and scanned it against the pad next to the door. He pressed the door button, opening the door. We both walked in to a walkway overlooking a large containment door. On the side, it read, SCP-173, Object class: Euclid.

"Th-That's... The Sculpture... SCP-173.... You cannot avert your gaze or it will snap your neck. God, it's terrifying to even think about."

"We're going to run some tests with three D-Class personnel in a couple days. I'm hoping all goes well."

"So... how do you get these personnel? I don't believe that they personally volunteer to be here to be tested on these entities."

"Most of them are criminals. They don't have anything else to live for, so we pick them up from death row and bring them here. They'll eventually die here, so no word is spread about the place." The guard said.

"What are you gonna do with me? The same thing?"

"We don't know what to do with you yet. You're a minor, so we really can't kill you. Though, we could use you for testing...." He added on. As he and I talked more, we passed into the next large room. Below us was a set of office cubicles and there were doors to the left of us. I looked over the rails into the small sea of cubicles to notice a small rubber ducky sitting atop one of them.

"Whoa... It's the duck that displaces water. SCP..... Oh what's the number.... Uhhhhh 13...13... OH 1356!! Yeah." A smile came to my face.

*The Male Guard's POV*

The boy is definitely interesting. He learned a lot in a short time from using our deep website. I honestly do not want to kill him, but I don't want him leaving with all of this information. He seems to be in his mid to late teens and he knows how to hack like a 50 year Secret Service Agent for the Government.

"Kid, come in here." I called to him, opening a door that led into a small room with a bunch of shelves. He followed me in as the door closed behind us. I grabbed a couple gas masks and handed him one of them.

"What are these for?" He asked me.

"Sometimes, toxic gas leaks out in the generator rooms, so we need to wear these in there just in case." I explained, putting mine on. The boy nodded, putting his on as well. We walked out of the room and down the rest of the hall, opening the door to the small generator room. The room had black gas leaking from pipes. I swear I told the engineering and repair department to fix this shit. I'll have to scold them later. I grabbed his wrist and guided him throughout the dark room until we made it to another door, opening it, then closing it behind us. We took our masks off and took a deep breath.

*Y/N'S POV*

I took off my mask after walking through that cruddy, dark room. I breathed heavily, gaining more fresh air into my lungs. The guard came in front of me and started walking. I walked with him, until he stopped at another metal door.

"So.... Your name is Y/n, right?"

"Yeah." He turned around and looked down at me.

"I'm Connor, Connor O'Brian." He introduced himself, taking his helmet off. He had blue eyes, brown, slick hair, and a short beard. He was handsome at that. He looked quite young, honestly. 

"It's nice to meet you. So, Mr. O'Brian... How long have you been working as a guard for the foundation?"

"First off, Call me Connor. Second, I've been here for about 15 years. I started when I was in my late 20's."

"Whoa.... You do not look like you're in your 40's."

"I'll take that as a compliment, kid." He said, putting his helmet back on. He opened the door, leading into a new hallway with an elevator to the left.

"Isn't that the elevator that takes you down to where The Old Man is held?"

"SCP-106... Yeah. It's also where The Plague Doctor is too."

"Neat." After talking about the elevator, we went into the next hallway. There were three doors. One on the left, one on the right, and one in the middle. I shook my head and remembered.

"Can you guess this one, kid?" He asked me, testing my knowledge.

"I think so... SCP.... Uhhhh 970? I think.. Please correct me if I'm wrong."

"The Recursive Room... keeps looping itself with different events at each end. It's like as if you're hopping in different dimensions altogether." Connor looked at both doors before walking to the one in the middle, opening it. He and I walked through it, leading onto another walkway. Below us were a bunch of cubicles, occupied by.. only women?

"Why are there only women working down there?"

"Have you seen that SCP before?" Connor pointed to the sign next to the large containment door.

"SCP-166. Never heard or seen that one before."

"The Teenage Succubus."

"Huh?"

"Basically, males of any sexual orientation cannot go near her or they will be uncontrollably sexually attracted to her to the point of insanity."

"Interesting.... C-Can I.... Look into this one more?"

"Jeez, teenagers these days. I don't think it'd hurt you, as long as we pull you away from her presence quickly enough for you to calm down your hormones, kid." Connor pulled out his card and opened the small door that led down to the cubicles with the women that monitored SCP-166.