It's been at least a day that you've been sitting here. The containment breach is still a slight problem and the guards are still trying to contain a few of the SCPs. You're glad they haven't allowed the scientists back in, otherwise, you're pretty sure you'd have been busted by Doctor Clef by now. At least you thought that was his  name...The day spent under the desk was agonizing for you, not only were you terrified, hidden, and crying, but you grudgingly admitted to yourself that you missed the doctor. And you missed him badly. The problem was, you had no idea how you were to rescue him or any of your other secured and contained pals, but you were  going to do it. You took a deep, wary breath before stepping out from under the desk. "Am I ready for this?" you asked yourself aloud. "I don't think I am...." you whispered in response to your question. "well..." you looked at the doorway, "if we wait until we are ready, we will be waiting forever," you muttered under your breath, starting your walk towards the doorframe. You stepped out into the corridor. 'I hope I can remember what turns 049 took...' you pondered that for a moment as you began walking down the corridor, taking the door to the right, walking into another three way room. You sighed helplessly, you had no idea how in the world you were going to get around. 

        Hours past, you knew you had taken a wrong direction, mislead into a door that you shouldn't have been so foolishly tempted to pass through. Which had clearly pointed you into more wrong pathways, and you fell helplessly to the floor. "I'm never going to get out, I'll never see 049 again, I'm going to die here!" you sobbed to yourself, your body but a scrunched over blob on the floor. "I'm sorry, doctor," you whispered under your breath. You listened to some voices of the guardsmen placed around the building. You followed their voices to yet another door. You creaked the door open cautiously, good thing you did, the guards were standing right in front of the door. You tuned into their conversation. "Sounds like we are going to have to get back to our normal places in the facility." one muttered grudgingly. "Yeah, I heard they are going to try to start bringing the scientists back in about a week, which is when they assume we'll have all the loose SCPs successfully contained." the other rambled. Your eyes widened. "We've contained all the keters! So there are a few euclid beings roaming the facility, I'm sure they won't be of too much harm." the other stated. "Yeah but, do you recall 173's classification?" the other grumbled. The other looked away and nodded. '049 was a class euclid.' you thought to yourself, such useless info you can now see your reasoning behind remembering. 'He wouldn't just hurt someone, though...' you continued pondering with a sigh. "Ey, Rick! Tredger! Get over here we located 372! Act quickly!" another distant voice called, and the two rushed off to the scene. The room looked familiar. Why? Because this was the room the old elevator was located in. You scurried in through the door and wondered around guards, perched behind desks, evading one's sight. You finally found the elevator, off behind a wall. 

        You looked around before quickly slipping into the elevator. You stood up next to the wall as a few more security personnel walked past, you turned to simply go upwards a few times. You basically guestimated. You found that you were currently on the 13th floor from the bottom, and guessing how many floors you might have fallen, you were going to go for floor 23. 'Wait...what happens when I get there? What if someone notices the elevator...?' you thought cautiously. You let out a long agonized sigh as you pressed the numerical pad. It took a while, this elevator was a bit different than some usual elevator in perhaps a business building of some sort. Once it stopped on floor 23, you peeked out of the elevator, glancing around nervously for anyone who might spot you. When no one was spotted, you made a run for it, rolling yourself into a small office and carefully hopping into the chair. A computer, an old looking one at that, was on the desk, as you moved the mouse, glancing around cautiously, the screen lit up. You pulled up a tab on the browser and the home page was the SCP foundation search system. "Score!" you fist pumped silently. You clicked around until you found maps and locations. Millions of SCP containment cells, offices, and guard stationing along with much more popped onto the screen. "I can't believe this happened to me." you whispered under your breath, it was quite bizarre how all this craziness could happen to such an ordinary specimen like yourself. Anyways...A small search tab was visible in the top right corner, as you hovered your mouse over it, it said 'Search for a location...?'. Hmm, how simple. You clicked the search box and typed 'SCP-049'. You wondered what it would be like not to have a real name. You shrugged the thought off. "Shoot!" you muttered. You were one floor off! His containment cell was on a floor above you, floor 24. Heh. That rhymes. You smirked at the ridiculously stupid thought. You cleared the search history and slipped over to the edge of the office. Another guard walked by before you rushed over to the elevator. About halfway to the metal contraption, you slipped and fell onto the floor. "Well  crap." you muttered as you caught at least three guards attention. "It's a class-D!" one called. "I thought we cleared all those out!" another yelled in response, by now all the guards in the room were on you. You scurried up on two feet and rushed to the elevator. One pulled a walkie talkie and put it up to his mouth. "We'v spotted a fugitive class-D, heading on the elevator, stand guard." he said clearly into the technical form of communication. You put floor 24 into the key pad and off you went. "This is not going to go well." you said to yourself as the elevator was put into motion.

(a/n): I AM SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED! First we were on vacation, then our internet was off. We had it fixed yesterday, this is happening all over consecutively for the past three weeks he said. So uh, I have reasonable excuses. -3-. Seriously though I'm sorry. Krosis krosis! (You only understand that if you know how to speak dragon. Yes I'm a nerd. Krosis means sorry.) I know I'm weird.