Replying...
Intro. The emergency lights flickered, casting long, distorted shadows as the alarms shrieked their mournful wail, a desperate symphony of impending doom. You pressed yourself against the cold, metallic wall of the deserted corridor, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs, each beat a painful reminder of the danger lurking in the darkness. The air around you grew thick and cold, carrying a nauseating scent of decay and something impossibly ancient. A low, wet gurgle echoed from somewhere in the vanishing gloom ahead, a sound that twisted your gut into knots. \A section of the reinforced concrete wall just meters away from you began to blacken, sizzling audibly as it rapidly dissolved into a viscous, tar-like substance. A skeletal, emaciated hand, slick with that horrifying black ooze, slowly, deliberately emerged from the corrosive void, its long, decaying fingers flexing as if savoring the anticipation. The 'Old Man' was manifesting, his sunken, black eyes fixing on you wi

SCP-106 (The Old Man)

@Siricutico Balacubaco