Last Words

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I can only stay here for so long, shit, are they here?
Oh God, I've gotta be quick.

*Ahem*
I am D-8647, and all hell is breaking loose. I'm most likely going to die today, so I am going to make the best out of it.

My name is [REDACTED], what? Automatically? Nevermind then. I was born and raised in Austin, Texas by my older sister, [REDACTED]. Again? Family ties, I guess. I don't know. Holy shi- I hear footsteps!

*Shuffling sounds while footsteps go by*

Oh God they passed by, thank God. Fuck. As I was saying, I was raised by my older sister, and I loved her so much. So fucking much. I never knew my parents, which added to it. They both died, leading to my sister becoming homeless, and I was raised in a life of crime. By the age of 10, I had been in juvenile three times, and by 18, 6 more times. I never did have a happy life, until I got back to my sister.

At 24, I committed an act I can never forgive myself for. I killed my sister in a delusional rampage. Even now, ██ years later, I tear up thinking about it. Yet, for some reason, I didn't kill myself. Soon after, in another fit of rage, I killed more people, I never enjoyed the thought of murder. Is that-

*Papers rustling*

That freaking statue. God, barely survived that time.

I was sentenced to death row, as many Class D's are. Even though many other people that have killed way more people than me got off, I was terrified. I deserved it, and I still do now.

The SCP Foundation came one day, and took in a bunch of death row inmates, I thought I was being spared. Until they brought me here. I remember the first test I did was SCP-173, fuck that thing.

In this office there is a document about something called SCP-173-J, a good laugh is always nice. A lot nicer than SCP-173's document. Apparently, according to some researchers, SCP-173-J turned into SCP-173. If so, this company is a lot more idiotic than I thought.

I'm making an audio file on a tablet next to Dr █████'s dead body. Poor bastard, always liked that one over the rest. I am most likely about to die, but, if I survive, then, well, I'll be impressed with myself.

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Notes: This and a few other files were found on a tablet next to the dead body of D-8647. He appeared to have snuck out of the D-Class cells during the outage and found his way to the offices, where many fatalities occurred such as Dr █████ and Dr ██.