MrOmNomNom3SCPDraft

Item#: Not decided. This is a draft I'm running through the forums. So I didn't make the page yet.

Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: Containment door has to be shut at all times. Other than that, pretty straight forward.

Description: The Mind Grip is a pitch-black shadow-like humanoid figure. It's impossible to determine the gender. It is sentient and can speak. But in a dark, deep, cold voice. The guards who escorted it to the Containment Chamber became insane the next day and were sent to a asylum. The few who didn't go into his grasp were mostly fine and untouched. They reported the other guards who went insane straining and struggling with something. The ones that didn't survive but didn't go insane were reported as such, the following is Dr. Sergio's interview with one of the survivor guards, Sgt. Foster:

Dr. Sergio: And… Recording.
Sgt. Foster: Okay. What do you "need" ask me?
Dr. Sergio: Come on don't mock me like that. Anyway, I'm going to ask you to retell each death one by one. It doesn't matter if you start to cry, you have been working with them for a year.
Sgt. Foster: Okay.
Dr. Sergio: First, account on Pvt. Jones' death for us please.
Sgt. Foster: Okay. We were in there for 3 minutes so far. He then looked at me and told me he had a horrible migraine. But nothing out of the ordinary apart from most of the guards, 5 minutes later, he just dropped on the floor. Dead. Not even breathing. Like he was infected with PAM, but he showed no symptoms beforehand. He just suddenly dropped onto the ground. Like anyone would we started panicking. I felt like killing him, or her, whatever that fucking THING was. It looked humanoid, but nobody could tell what gender it was though other than the deep dark voice it spoke in. We didn't expect it either. It's not like they told us the fucking class beforehand. He was also pale.
Dr. Sergio: Enough now. You are going too off-topic. How about Lt. Kurt?
Sgt. Folly: Okay. 30 minutes after Pvt. Jones died. I looked at him and noticed his nose was bleeding. I didn't think much of it though, we had to get back to our post.. 15 minutes later, I went to his post to talk to him about the specimen. We was pale, and had a horrible nosebleed, and his ear was bleeding. I immediately called for a doctor, but afterwards he started gasping for air, and suffocated to death by the time Dr. Vern arrived. Apparently when it gets a hold of you it will hold on until you are dead. He looked like a fucking zombie that wasn't rotting.
Dr. Sergio: That's enough. One more. Sgt. Lance.
Sgt. Folly: 1 hour after Lt. Kurt, I was scheduled to play some TF2 with Sgt. Lance. We were playing on a server when all of a sudden I saw him stop moving. Which is strange because he was normal a minute ago. I had my mic on constant and so did Lance, I looked beside me and he was head first on the keyboard as if he fell asleep, but he wasn't breathing. I screamed and everybody was asking what happened. I didn't respond and called for Dr. Vern. He was pale like the other two as well.
At this point in the interview Sgt. Folly started sobbing.
Sgt Folly: From what was going on everybody on the server realized that Sgt. Lance was dead. Everybody was debating in chat. I guess this FUCKING THING can hold onto multiple people. Maybe it has a hold of me.
Dr. Sergio: No. Remember? The MRI you had right before the interview showed you are 100% normal.
Sgt. Folly: Okay. Anyway-
Dr. Sergio: No. We're done for today. If we don't end it now we will be here all day. Thanks for co-operating.
Sgt. Folly: Oh, okay I guess. Your welcome.

After that he was moving Lance's stuff to his Steam account for about a hour since nobody was using them anymore. He seemed depressed for about 6 months. He's finally starting to get better. I am scared to do more research along with most of the researchers, but it's been 6 months. So, for science I guess.

It's been a long week. But we have found out which Breach Protocol. Protocol Z-33: Transfer the still-contained objects to the other facilities and call in for a Military Airstrike of a GG333K Intensity which is the highest for a normal Air-Strike without nuking the facility. If it's a big breach than Protocol ZZZ-999 which is immediate nuking of the facility with a ZZZ999K Intensity which is the highest. This thing is most likely the most dangerous thing we have done. It's only goal is to wipe us out. If it breaks loose there's no telling WHAT it will do. Scratch that. It will wipe out ALL of humanity. We made some tests with some grenades and LMGs. The highest we have is a GKEE HE 300G GRENADE. Which by the title has 300 grams of gunpowder. Let's just say it didn't do shit. It didn't even react. For comparison, The GKEE HE 300G GRENADE is the equivalent of a AA919K Airstrike. Let's hope that won't happen. Now to get your mind of that scary shit, time for the interesting stuff. We asked it a few questions. Most of them were boring, but the last one was literally out of this world, and horrifying:

Me: Last question. Where did you come from? Like, what are your origins?
MG: I don't know my races origins. But where I come from? That's easy. I'm the last of my race. Our home on planet X33Q was destroyed. We aren't aliens though. Those things have lasers and shit. We like to think of ourselves as "MindMelts"
Me: Okay. Thank you for not wanting to kill me and for your co-operation.
MG: Your welcome.

We also found it's gender. It's male.

I spent 2 hours on this. For a fucking rough draft. Just give me criticism. No, don't do that, fucking bash this thing so that I can make it as good as possible. I look forward to your suggestions. Maybe somebody can figure out how to shorten this fucking thing.