SCP Foundation

Kondraki rocked back and forth in his chair. It was obvious. It was so obvious. It was the man. The one down the hall, that one that yelled at him all the time. He was the one that had eaten her. The old nurse. She had been there, she had been right there, but she was gone now. Gone gone gone gone gone. He had eaten her.

He got out of his chair, shaking as he slowly walked down the hall. He stopped, looking at the door, then suddenly beating his fists against it.

"YOU MURDERER!" he screamed.

There was a sudden shuffle, and the door flew open. The man who jumped out was drooling, spittle streaming down his face as he lunged and Kondraki. But the dark haired, younger man was too fast, too agile. He punched him in the gut, the crazed lunatic's lips and fat, rolling stomach quivering with the blow. And then, Kondrai felt the knee connect with his head. He stumbled to the side as it hit him, looking up at the other's face. He was huffing, red faced. Eyes bloodshot and maddened. He charged Kondraki, nearly bowling him over, but Kondraki managed to roll to the side at the last moment.

As he ran past, Kondraki jumped on him from behind, wrapping his legs around him waist and his arms around his neck, trying to choke him. "YOU MURDERER! YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED HER AND ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE!"

The overweight, balding man started to sink to his feet as the orderlies appeared. Two of them grabbing Kondraki from behind, dragging him off, then jabbing the needle into his hip. He screamed for a moment, then started to sag almost immediately.

He panted softly, falling backwards into one of them while the other orderly pulled up the nearly unconscious victim of Kondraki's rage. The orderlies worked him back to his room, settling him down on the bed, then closing the door, locking it after a moment and summoning one of the MD's to check on him.

Doctor Clef left his office at the commotion, looking at the mess, then at Kon. He approached him after a moment, sighing softly. "Damnit, Kon. The fuck did you do?"

Kondraki started to laugh. "I rode him."

Clef sighed, looking over to the bald MD as he went past. "Let me know how he is when you get done checking on Simpson," he said.

"Sure," Gears agreed flatly. "Where's he at?"

Clef pointed. "Room 682."

Gears nodded, letting himself into the room, and as he did, Kondraki's eyes bulged.

"NO! NO! HE'LL BREAK CONTAINMENT! NO, GOD DAMNIT, NO!"

But by then, the sedatives were already kicking in. "No… You don't understand. I can't find my butterflies…"

"I can't find them anymore…"