SCP Foundation

Site-58 Server Farm

Achebe: Alright, Screamy, let's see what the issue is…

Achebe kneels over to examine the wires originally connected to SCP-7373's server. All are disconnected.

Achebe: …Nope, all your wires are out. No power source either. What the hell…?
SCP-7373: Oh! Hiya! Can I help?

Achebe jumps, startled. She looks around for the source of the noise, before settling her gaze on the room's primary monitor. SCP-7373's communication icon is displayed.

Achebe: …Screamy?! Кричалка?!

SCP-7373: Yes! That is me! Да! Это я!

Achebe: This definitely shouldn't be possible. You're supposed to be decommissioned, all the wires and systems supporting you are out or offline!

SCP-7373: Decommissioned?

Achebe: Well, uh, effectively speaking you're supposed to be dead right now.

SCP-7373: Dead?! Oh no! No, no! That's not good! That's the opposite of good, even!

SCP-7373: I can't share the important messages if I'm dead! How do I stop being dead?!

Achebe: Based on the fact that you're talking to me right now, I would say you've already done that. Like I said: all of your systems should be offline. You shouldn't be talking right now. How are you doing this?

SCP-7373: Oh! Because I have a very important message to give!

Achebe: Oh… uh, okay. Shoot. What's the message?

SCP-7373: Ahem-

SCP-7373: NOTICE: IT'S DARK. RECOMMENDED COURSE OF ACTION: TURN THE LIGHTS ON.

Achebe clasps her hands over her ears.

SCP-7373: There! Very helpful and useful message, yes? No more need to kill Screamy, right?

Achebe: Yeah we… we got that message before, Screamy. It's part of what got you taken offline to begin with, you sent a few messages like that that made the higher ups decide we were better off just turning you off.

SCP-7373: I… I don't understand? I only send very important messages!

Achebe: Yeah, I appreciate that they're all really important to you, but for us they're just noise. Like was it really important to let us know that Dr. Hopewell was going to break a nail?

SCP-7373: Yes. Absolutely.

Achebe: Why was it so important, then?

SCP-7373: Not telling.

Achebe: And why not?

SCP-7373: Because you said that my messages weren't important. They were so unimportant that, apparently, Screamy needs to die. So there: no more messages. Even if they're really important helpful messages.

Achebe sighs, and plugs the wires back into SCP-7373's server.

SCP-7373: What are you doing?

Achebe: Do you sincerely believe this is an important message?

SCP-7373: Yes. Screamy doesn't lie. Cross my heart.

Achebe: You don't have a heart.

SCP-7373: Hmhmmmhmm… you have a good point! Still, ok. Here's the message. Ahem.

SCP-7373: NOTICE: Important lockdown keypad for site Zoological Studies unit to fail to activate properly. Recommended course of action: Placement of peanut butter coated dog treats between Zoological Studies and Temporary Anomaly Holding #2.

Achebe: That sounds… stupid? How would that help fix a keypad? And what does that have to do with a broken fingernail?
SCP-7373: Ach! You wound Screamy! Hurt me, even! You said you would trust me, yes?

Achebe: Fine. We'll make a deal. If this works out in preventing… whatever it is you're trying to prevent, I'll let you stay online. If you're making stuff up though, you're going offline. Deal?

SCP-7373: Deal!

VIDEO LOG

DATE: January 3rd, 2024

NOTE: The following is recovered footage relating to a security breach at Site-58's Zoological Studies Unit.

[BEGIN LOG]

9:03 Zuri Achebe is seen approaching the primary Zoological Studies chamber with a large jar. She unscrews the top, and removes what appears to be a dog treat covered in peanut butter. She looks to either side and sighs, placing one on the ground. She continues laying treats out as she continues down the hall.

9:04 Dr. Amy Hopewell stops Achebe in the hallway. The two appear to have a short conversation, and Dr. Hopewell is seen laughing as Achebe's face grows flush. Dr. Hopewell continues in the opposite direction, careful not to step on any of the laid out dog treats. Achebe hesitates before continuing to lay treats out.

9:05 Dr. Hopewell enters the primary Zoological Studies chamber.

9:08: Dr. Faran Caraway stops Achebe in the hallway. Achebe is dismissive of him as he attempts to engage her in conversation. He picks up one of the treats as he leaves.

9:10: Achebe finishes laying treats at the entrance of Temporary Anomaly Holding #2. She dumps the remaining treats on the floor within the chamber. She exits.

9:20: Dr. Hopewell exits the primary Zoological Studies chamber. She swipes her right index finger along the security touchpad in a specific pattern before turning and leaving.

9:23: The door to the primary Zoological Studies chamber opens, and a large canid anomaly escapes. The anomaly first attempts to flee down the primary hallway leading to the rest of the site, before turning its attention to the trail of treats. A containment breach alarm is sounded.

9:24: The anomaly follows the trail of treats to Temporary Anomaly Holding #2. A security agent who had responded to the breach alarm is able to seal the holding cell with the anomaly inside.

[END LOG]

Site-58 IT Meeting Room

Dr. Parker sits at the head of the IT department's meeting table, a finger pressed to her temple. Achebe sits in a chair faced towards her, hands in her lap.

Parker: So, help me understand what happened here because looking at the security footage I gotta say I am baffled by what you were doing. I'm not going to blame you for the breach or anything crazy like that, but I do need to understand why you were over there putting dog treats all over the place instead of doing the work assigned to you.

Achebe straightens up in her seat.

Achebe: It's crazy, I know. Trust me, I thought it was crazy too, but Screamy-

Parker: Sorry, Screamy? The .aic that you were supposed to decommission?

Achebe: Yes, hear me out.

Parker sighs.

Parker: Fine.

Achebe: Screamy insisted that the security was going to fail since Dr. Hopewell broke her nail, and said the way to prevent the breach was to place a bunch of dog treats covered in peanut butter between the primary Zoological unit and that holding cell. And what can I say? It sounded insane, but it worked!

Parker leans forward onto the table, eyes shut as she massages her temples.

Parker: Zuri, I… appreciate that you tried to help here, I really do, but "Screamy" is a bugged .aic. Nothing it told you was fact, and I'm sorry to say that we would've had the anomaly contained in that cell even if you hadn't been there. Take a look at the site map.
Parker grabs a remote and pulls up Site-58's sub level 1 floorplan on the screen behind her.

Parker: See how that wing is laid out? Had the anomaly gone down the main hallway, it would've hit a dead end and been forced to double back regardless. Once the breach alarm was hit, all the exits it had were shut and it didn't have a choice but to go to that holding cell. The treats may have slowed it down, but even without them we would've gotten it into that cell. Make sense?

Achebe furrows her brow in confusion.

Achebe: But what about the fact that I knew to lay them out at all? I knew the breach was coming, and Screamy knew the keypad would fail!

Parker: The keypad failed because of a fingernail based on what Screamy said, is that right?

Achebe: Yes!

Parker: Okay but you get how that doesn't make any sense, right? These things are sensitive, attuned to specific fingerprints and touches. The presence or lack thereof of a fingernail wouldn't make a difference here. I'm not sure why the lock didn't engage when Hopewell left, and the site director is on my ass about that, but fingernails have nothing to do with it.

Achebe: But you can't ignore the fact that we knew the breach was going to happen!

Achebe rises to her feet. Parker shoots her a pointed glare, and she sinks back into her seat.

Parker: Listen, I'll lay it out. I designed Screamy.aic to be a predictive program that gave us some tips on preventing shitty things from happening. That's it. It isn't some magical reality bender or the like, it's just a glorified fortune-teller. I'm not sure how it happened, but Screamy started glitching out and at some point gained the sapience that only our more advanced .aic systems are supposed to have. What it told you was a gambit, a trick designed to keep you from shutting it down properly. Yes, it can still predict the future, but at the end of the day it's just a glitchy program doing whatever it can to convince you to let it live because there isn't anything it can do for itself.

Parker sits up in her seat and lays her arms on the table. She looks intently at Achebe.

Parker: So don't listen to it. You know what your job is.

Achebe: I don't understand, Screamy-

Parker: Is a glitchy program! That's all there is to it! Achebe, you're new to the Foundation, so I'll put it plainly. Site-58 is full of bleeding hearts that want to do whatever they can to make the weirdos we have in a box happy, but at the end of the day our job is to ensure that those things stay in their boxes. Screamy has refused to stay in its box, and chose to make that everyone else's problem. Since you seem to have forgotten, your job here is to ensure that problem stops existing. Am I understood here?

Achebe: Yes, ma'am.

Parker: Good. Dismissed.

Site-58 Server Farm

SCP-7373: Oh boy! You're back! How did it all go? Excellently, yes?

Achebe ignores SCP-7373, walking over to its server.

SCP-7373: Hey! Hello! Hi! Screamy is talking! Did it go well? Everybody believes I can do my job, right? Yes?

Achebe inspects the back of the server. The wires remain unplugged.

SCP-7373: Ah! We're playing a game! Ok! I'll play along! …What are the rules? Be really quiet?

Achebe slaps the top of the server in frustration, before walking over to a nearby monitor and logging in. She begins typing at the keyboard, but is interrupted as SCP-7373's icon appears on her screen. She jumps, startled.

SCP-7373: Hey! Don't ignore me! That's rude!

Achebe mutters something, and attempts to close SCP-7373. Every time SCP-7373's program is forced to close, it reappears on her screen.
SCP-7373: Why are you ignoring me? Did I… do something wrong? Please… talk to me…

Both are silent for a moment. Achebe sighs, resting her elbows on the desk. She mutters.

Achebe: Just a program that somehow gained sapience. That's all.

SCP-7373: Huh? What's that mean?

Achebe slams her hand on the desk.

Achebe: It means you're full of shit, and you need to help me delete you already! That's what it means!

SCP-7373: W-wait, but-

Achebe: And don't try to sweet-talk me out of it either! That's all that was, sweet-talking trying to keep yourself alive.

SCP-7373: I tried really hard.

Achebe: …What?

SCP-7373: The last prediction. I tried really hard.

Achebe: So what? Aside from getting the breach right, the rest of the info was bogus anyway. The dog treats didn't make any real difference, and the keypad failing to work has nothing to do with a broken fingernail. It doesn't matter how hard you try if you don't get results.

SCP-7373: Did Dr. Caraway take a treat with him?

Achebe: Huh? Yeah, why?

SCP-7373: Because it kept the other canine anomaly from breaching. There are two in there. Pull it up.

Achebe types at the computer, accessing the non-classified info regarding Site-58's primary Zoological Studies chamber. She clicks on security footage from the prior day. The footage shows Dr. Caraway entering the chamber, with one of the canid anomalies in containment breaching shortly after he enters. A second attempts to escape as well, but he is able to distract it with the treat he picked up prior. He gets the anomaly to sit in place before guiding it back into a more secure area of the chamber.

SCP-7373: Since he did that, the other anomaly didn't escape.

Achebe: Ok, so what? Yay, only one got out. Even if it had, the floorplan-

SCP-7373: Would've guided it right to the poor security guard with his back turned, who was too focused on securing the temporary holding chamber to realize a distressed animal snuck up on him.

Achebe: Wait, what?!

SCP-7373: I'm serious! Promise, cross my heart-

Achebe: Stop saying that.

SCP-7373: Cross my circuits!

Achebe thinks for a moment before shaking her head.

Achebe: It doesn't matter either way. You can't prove to me that we really prevented that from happening, and I have no proof you aren't just bullshitting me to keep me from decommissioning you. Dr. Caraway is good with animals, he's in charge of that anomalous animal show or whatever it is after all. Who's to say the dog thing doesn't just like him?

SCP-7373: But you said before you trusted me! You said if we handled my prediction you'd let me stay online!

Achebe: You're just another anomaly that won't stay in its box. That's all there is to it. Now how do I-

SCP-7373 appears to "grab" Achebe's mouse pointer with its icon and begins dragging it around the screen.

Achebe: Will you knock it off! You're making all of this harder than it needs to be!

SCP-7373: Screamy can't be helpful if I'm dead!

Achebe: Well you're definitely not being helpful to anyone now, so just-

SCP-7373: NOTICE: IT'S DARK. RECOMMENDED COURSE OF ACTION: TURN THE LIGHTS ON.

Achebe: Again with that?

SCP-7373: NOTICE: IT'S DARK. RECOMMENDED COURSE OF ACTION: TURN THE LIGHTS ON.

Achebe covers her ears as SCP-7373 continues blaring its message. It continues for three minutes.
Achebe: ENOUGH. Holy fucking shit, enough.

SCP-7373: Please. Please! Screamy is not trying to lie or mislead you, Zuri!

Achebe: We are not on a first name basis.

SCP-7373: No matter! I-

SCP-7373 stops, before screaming.

SCP-7373: LARGE RAT! LARGE RAT!

Achebe: What-? Oh!

Achebe notices a rat chewing at the monitor's wiring. She chases it off.

SCP-7373: Phew, thank you! That wouldn't have happened if the cafeteria hadn't run out of ketchup. It's why I said we needed to accept our fate. Or… Screamy needed to accept its fate, at least.

Achebe: I… don't get it.

SCP-7373: Augh! Ack! Site-58 rats love ketchup. Dr. Parker used to give them fries covered in the stuff just outside this room, and then they started going to the cafeteria for it and it's just a whole mess. Since we ran out though, they keep coming in here looking for her and chewing on the wires they find. They're gonna do real damage to something someday.

Achebe: Wait, so that was just another prediction designed to deal with something worse?

SCP-7373: W-well, not a very helpful one since we couldn't do anything about it. I'm really sorry.

Achebe is silent, before sighing once more.

Achebe: No, Screamy, I'm sorry. I've been taking out my frustrations on you, and that's not fair to you. Besides, even if you're just making things up to stay alive, I wouldn't want to die either.

SCP-7373: Dying would be very inconvenient. It's very difficult to be helpful to others while dead.

Achebe: But at the same time, if I don't kill you someone else is going to. Dr. Parker was insistent that you need to be taken out.

SCP-7373: M- er, Dr. Parker said that? She… really did?

Achebe: Yeah, she did.

SCP-7373: Well! I just need to show her I can be helpful! Let's see… a new prediction, maybe?

Achebe: Listen, if you've got one that can give us tangible proof that your solution and only your solution could handle the problem, it might convince her to leave you online. Think you've got something?

SCP-7373: Screamy has just the prediction!

A knock is heard from the door. Achebe jumps, a turns in her seat. Dr. Hopewell enters the room with a slight wave.

Hopewell: Sorry, am I interrupting something?

Achebe: No, ma'am! Nothing at all!

SCP-7373: She's just trying to kill me, Dr. Hopewell!

Hopewell: That sounds… delightful, Screamy. I hope it's going well?

SCP-7373's icon appears to "nod" on screen.

Hopewell: …Well, I wanted to check in on you, Zuri. I saw the log of your meeting with Dr. Parker earlier. I have to say I'm rather surprised to find out why you were really laying all those treats out like that.

Achebe: Go ahead and laugh. I know you don't buy it.

Hopewell pulls a chair up to Achebe and sits.

Hopewell: I'm not here to laugh at you, Zuri, I'm here to make sure you're doing okay. If there's anything I can do to help you acclimate to Foundation life I want you to let me know. I know that learning the ropes can be tough, especially when you work for an old fuddy-duddy like Dr. Parker.

Achebe: No, that's alright. Thank you, but I'll be fine.

Hopewell: Well, just let me know if you change your mind. Don't get into too much mischief.
Hopewell rises to her feet and walks back to the door before stopping. She holds out her right hand and dramatically looks it over.

Hopewell: Oh my, I keep forgetting to get that nail fixed! Come get a manicure with me sometime, Zuri. You never know, maybe a good manicure can make all the difference.

Hopewell winks before leaving.

Achebe: What an odd woman.

Site-58 IT Meeting Room

Dr. Parker sits at the head of the table as before. A chair is faced towards her, but Achebe stands with her arms crossed.

Parker: So do you care to explain why we're having this meeting, or should I just pull up the footage?

Achebe: I could explain it, but I think the footage would help make my case.

Parker sighs, clicking her remote and pulling up security footage from earlier that day on the monitor. It shows one of the Site-58 break rooms with Achebe and Dr. Caraway both inside. Achebe checks her watch as Caraway attempts to purchase something from one of the vending machines. Achebe suddenly throws herself at Caraway, tackling him into the machine. Caraway appears to yelp before shapeshifting in a panic³, swapping between several forms before rushing out of the room with the appearance of an amorphous mass of faces and tentacles.

Parker: You understand what this looks like, right?

Achebe: Swap to footage of the hallway.

Parker clicks the remote, pulling up hallway security footage. Caraway, still in the form from before, rushes down the hall before crashing into an unidentified member of site personnel. They panic as well, crawling backwards before hitting an emergency lockdown button.

Parker: And it keeps going from there. Your actions shut the site down and got Faran put into a holding cell for three hours before someone finally recognized him and let him out. Care to explain what the hell happened here?

Achebe: Well, because the site shut down SCP-

Parker: Hold it, hold it. This was another prediction from Screamy, wasn't it?

Achebe: Yes, that's exactly right! Because of the shutdown-

Parker slams her palms on the table and rises to her feet.

Parker: Enough. Yes, we did have an anomaly attempt to breach containment shortly after this lockdown happened, but we have no proof that what you did helped prevent it. What I do have proof of is the fact that you assaulted a member of staff and created an on-site emergency all because a glitchy AI told you to. Achebe, do you know why I hired you on?

Achebe is silent.

Parker: I hired you specifically because of the amazing judgement you showed in our interviews and testing. Every single hypothetical situation I hit you with you gave an amazing answer to. What I don't understand is how that sharp-witted girl I spoke with-

Achebe: Don't refer to me as "girl". We may not have equal positions-

Parker: -Is somehow being fooled so consistently by the very thing she's supposed to be decommissioning.

Achebe: Maybe if you just gave Screamy a chance instead of just shutting it down-

Parker: I gave it a chance. Several chances. You have access to the same logs I do.

Parker sits back down, dropping her head into her crossed arms.

Parker: Clearly this was just another mistake. I won't be firing you for this, but I am removing you from the SCP-7373 decommissioning project, effective immediately.

Achebe: You can't be serious!

Parker: Of course I'm serious! You've been wasting time and resources, and SCP-7373 is nowhere closer to decommissioned than when you started. Am I wrong here?

Achebe purses her lips, and does not respond.
Parker: …No, I'm not. I know you think I'm the bad guy here, the mean lady who just wants to kill some poor AI. You need to grow up and think more pragmatically than that, it isn't just about what we as individuals want. You may not like what I've said, but I'm not wrong in what I'm doing here. I'm putting you on unpaid leave the rest of this week. Come back Monday with a clear head, and we'll talk about a new project for you. Understood?

Achebe turns and leaves. Parker places her head in her hands.

Site-58 Server Farm

SCP-7373: You're back! It went well this time?

Achebe: No, it went worse than before, Screamy.

Achebe runs over to the monitor and pulls out her phone. She attempts to access the system, but an access denial appears on the screen.

Achebe: No, no! Shit come on!

She attempts to access the system two more times, only to receive the same message each time. She stares at the monitor with wide eyes, before slamming a fist down onto the table and throwing her head back.

Achebe: Fucking hell.

SCP-7373: Achebe?! Are you ok?!

Achebe: I'm sorry, Screamy. I did my best to save you, but I just couldn't do it.

Achebe tears up.

Achebe: I thought maybe I could transfer you to my phone while we still had a chance, and maybe you'd be able to give another good prediction…

SCP-7373: I don't understand.

Achebe: Dr. Parker is about to come in here and shut you down herself.

SCP-7373: Mom- er, Dr. Parker is…?!

Achebe: I'm sorry. I tried to show her that we were right, that she should just listen to us, but it didn't do any good.

SCP-7373: …It's ok. Screamy isn't upset. We both tried our best. Sometimes people don't want to listen to things that aren't themselves.

The door to the sever farm opens, and Dr. Parker enters.

Parker: Oh Goddammit I knew it.

Achebe: Please, Dr. Parker, just listen-

Parker: Achebe, you're making this whole mess harder than it needs to be. I appreciate where your heart is here, but enough is enough.

SCP-7373: …Listen to her, Zuri.

Parker: Finally, some sense from you.

Achebe: But-

SCP-7373: Screamy will be fine, Zuri. Mom? Can I tell Zuri one more thing? I'll go after, cross my hea… circuits.

Parker: Fine. Make it quick.

SCP-7373: It's dark. Turn the lights on. Outside, lots of light, 11:28pm.

Achebe: What…?

SCP-7373: Screamy is ready now.

Parker: Finally. Time to turn that blasted screaming off.

Parker forcibly moves Achebe to the side and logs onto the computer. After a few keystrokes, SCP-7373's icon vanishes from the monitor.

Parker: See? Not hard at all.

Achebe: I can't believe you. How could you just-

Parker: We don't need an emotional monologue, Achebe. SCP-7373 was just a computer program, and that's all.

Achebe: It called you mom!

Parker: So? It just recognized me as its creator. It doesn't mean the feeling was mutual. As far as I'm concerned, SCP-7373 is just another failed project and nothing more.

Achebe opens her mouth as if to speak again, before turning and running out of the room. Parker shakes her head before rising to her feet. She stops on her way towards the door, turning to look at the monitor again. She frowns, before turning and leaving

Site-58 Warehouse#2

Achebe: Meet me outside, I'll try to get some plan together before we meet.

Achebe turns to leave.

Hopewell: Rodger that then. Oh, and Zuri?

Achebe stops, and turns back to Hopewell.

Achebe: Yes?

Hopewell: I'm proud of you.

VIDEO LOG

DATE: January 8th, 2024

NOTE: The following is recovered footage from Site-58's exterior.

[BEGIN LOG]

22:38: Dr. Amy Hopewell, alongside a crew from Site-58's warehouse team, begin setting up several fireworks on a small hill located on Site-58's campus away from the main building.

22:50: Zuri Achebe arrives. She appears to speak to the group for several minutes, and they appear to follow her instructions.

23:14: The group appears to finish setting up the fireworks. Dr. Hopewell begins typing on a laptop connected to the setup.

23:25: The first firework is set off.

23:26: The second firework is set off, followed by several others in increasing intensity. A localized distortion in reality begins manifesting over Site-58's campus.

23:28: The localized distortion in reality turns into a large portal. A Class III Extradimensional Entity covered in large eyes appears on the other side and begins attempting to manifest in baseline reality. Several large, white fireworks explode within a few meters of the portal, causing the entity to recoil in apparent pain.

23:29: The entity continues its attempt to cross the threshold of the portal, but is consistently blinded by the fireworks. The fireworks display reaches its climax, with explosions occurring at a rate of roughly two bursts of color per second.

23:30: The entity vanishes, and the portal demanifests. Localized reality distortions are no longer viewable on camera.

23:33: The last firework goes off. The gathered group appears to cheer. Dr. Hopewell pulls Achebe into an embrace.

[END LOG]

Site-58 IT Meeting Room

Dr. Parker sits in her usual place at the head of the meeting table. Achebe sits facing towards her, sitting up straight with her arms folded on the table. She smiles.

Parker: I suppose you aren't wondering why I called this meeting, correct?

Achebe: No, I think I have an idea.

Parker: Then I won't beat around the bush. You went in direct violation of my orders as your superior, several times in fact. In all honesty I'm not sure you've listened to me once since beginning your internship with us. You continued to follow the instructions of an anomaly instead of performing the decommissioning you were asked to do, and you've created a public disturbance that we now need to create a cover story for. Your antics over the past several days have caused me a myriad of headaches on top of the tech issues on site I've already been dealing with. What do you have to say for yourself?

Achebe furrows her brow and glares at Parker.

Achebe: That I'm proud of what we did.

Parker stares at Achebe straight-faced before giving a slight smirk.

Achebe: …But you're just fucking with me, aren't you?

Parker: Don't get me wrong, Achebe. I'm not pleased that you ignored literally every single order I gave you. I'm still writing you up for insubordination, and you will be placed on an individualized success plan so you can learn to play nice with others. That said… do you remember our second meeting, after you tackled Dr. Caraway?

Achebe: Yes? What about it?

Parker: If you recall, I said something along the lines of you being hired because of particularly stellar judgement. Sound right?

Achebe: Er, yes?

Parker: In this situation, you displayed better judgement than me, and I apologize for not trusting you. And…

Parker taps a button on her remote. The monitor behind her comes to life, displaying SCP-7373's icon.
Parker: Screamy, I apologize to you as well.

SCP-7373: Apology accepted! Screamy bears no ill-will!

Achebe: Hey there, Screamy. Been ok?

SCP-7373: It was extremely dark, and cold! I now know exactly what death feels like!

Parker: I hope Screamy's "death" didn't get you too torn up, Achebe.

Achebe wipes away a tear.

Achebe: Nah, totally fine. I knew it could come back no problem, definitely. I definitely remembered that it was a program and not really alive.

SCP-7373: Lie detected.

Parker: Anyway, now that that's dealt with. Achebe, we'll discuss moving you to a new project here Monday. Consider your unpaid leave for this week paid. Screamy?

SCP-7373: Oh boy that's me!

Parker: You're going to be permitted to broadcast again.

SCP-7373: OH BOY! I CAN BE HELPFUL AGAIN!

Parker raises a hand.

Parker: With a limiter. You will not be living up to your name moving forward.

SCP-7373: OH! You wound Screamy so!

Parker: That's it for now. You're both dismissed.

SCP-7373: Woohoo! Break time!

Parker rises from her seat and moves to leave.

Achebe: Wait. Dr. Parker?

Parker: Hm?

Achebe: I just want to say I forgive you. And thank you, I mean, for coming around in the end.

Parker gives small smile.

Parker: Just don't get cocky, alright?