Jack said “D-190 keep your eyes on the sculpture, D-140 you start cleaning.”
- D-190 went to pass the mop to D-140. But he let go too early and the mop fell, hitting the ground. Everyone blinked.
There was a snap to your left. A body fell. 140. You could see SCP: 173’s face now. A red face with green eyes that looked into your soul.
Jack set his sights on the sculpture and screamed in fear, “JESUS CHRIST, what is this thing?”
Jack kept his eyes wide open, not even thinking about blinking. Jack yelled “Marcus let’s us out! This thing killed D-140!”
- D-190 was sobbing. You got the feeling he wasn’t looking. “It’s my fault,” he murmured.
- The Guard strode towards Alecia. He believed it. D-447 was rude, he’d heard. He reached for his gun.
Jack made his way towards the door whilst keeping sight on the sculpture.
Jack said with concern “D-190 keep your eyes on the statue! We can mourn later right now we have to deal with this fucking monstrosity!”
Jack said “Hey friend! Grab the cleaning supplies and bring them to the door, I got my eyes on this thing.”
Leo stepped towards the guard from behind and wrapped his arm around his neck in a Sleeper Hold. Taken by surprise, the guard should’ve gone down.
- The Guard struggled and broke the hold, pushing you away. He reached for the gun, but it wasn’t there. It had fallen into the corner of the room.
Jack yelled out “Marcus open the door! We will have to finish this another time!” Jack then attempted to comfort D-190 with his words, “Hey buddy, what happened here was a unfortunate accident.”
Leo brought his arms up, low enough to protect his ribs, high enough to protect his face.