A Detailed Report of a Containment Breach

Call Record

SCP-035 slowly stood up and said with a smile, "Listen, friend. I know what you are thinking. You want to get out of here, and so do I! We are both victims. Pull the lever on your left and get me out. I will tell you the way to the exit. This is beneficial for both of us."

As the lever was pulled, with a "fffffffffff" sound, the whole containment chamber was filled with poison gas.

035 adjusted its tone, "Friend, I mean the lever on your left side, not right."

"Human, that doesn't work for me. If you want to test my patience, then well, it has already come to an end. Get me out and that won't count."

"Hey! Are you listening to me? Shit! Do not play with the lever on the right anymore!"

"GODDAMN! Are you fucking trying to see how much poison gas can the Foundation get you!"

"Stop it! You idiot!"

"Shit… 173, plan failed. Change me a D-Class personnel." 035 said hoarsely with resignation.

"So, why don't us just let 079 to get me out?" SCP-035 sat down slowly.

"What can you expect from that ancient dial-up fogey? And don't look at me like that. I can't move." 173 replied.
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