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09:09

Im quitting. Or killing Dr. Bright. Hes on my last nerve. He attemptd to use those… “research toys” on me… at least he asked t. I politely declined and ran out while he was cackling. He also teased more researchers like that. So at leatc its not JUST me. Whatever, if i leave ill be recaptured and debunkd t Anomal, or even worse… D-Class rank.

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15:09

Basic day. Mre deliviies. But at lunchtime there were hmemade fds and all! People made their ownfods for everyone! It was a nice day I guess.

Had to oversee the D-Class with 173 again. Why? I dont know. Some staff guy had left to take a break and i wa unfortunately nearby. And oversaw. He probably left to go shit. I was left for far too long, poor gut got a reprimanding after. “That was the new unit! He was supposed to deliver supplies! Now Dr. bright will be left waiting!”

So… I realised i had to deal with Dr. Bright again. He hadnt messed with me all morning and then i had to deliver MORE boxes to him. I fucking lost it when i found that he had me bring mre adult toys! I had to give it to im still. One day ill shove one of them down his goshdang throat till the man chokes. Of course thatll be for… research purposes. You know. Ill hve him siffer, some day. Sme day.

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09:54

Someone please end my suffering. Dr. Bright will not stop his ludacris tomfoolery. I ALMOST GOT KILLED! Morning debriefing or whatever. Assigned to deliver boxes. Passed 173’s containment chamber, sent shivers STRAIGHT down my spine. I delivered boxes to Dr. Bright. Suspicious items within. Adult toys and a chainsaw. I delivered the box to his office. Dr. Bright was in there, grinning like a Cheshire cat. I kept my focus on the mission, and tried to block out his attempts at small talk. His persistence is annoying, but I'll be damned if I let him get under my skin.

10:45

Assigned to delivery duty today, I was tasked with transporting various boxes to different research chambers across the facility. The first few deliveries go smoothly enough. I had to deliver one to Dr. Bright though. The box I'm handed contains an assortment of… suspicious items. Adult toys and a chainsaw… WHAT DOES DR BRIGHT NEED THESE FOR?!!? I got to Dr. Bright's office, Preparing myself for whatever the hell his absurd explanation is. He claimed that it was for “research purposes”(just as I expected). Yeah freaking right. I don't even WANT to know what that chainsaw is for. He's pissing me off.I swear he'll be the death of me. Figuratively, and most likely literally.

12:08

Ah, lunch time. Not really hungry actually. Not since I replaced my stomach a couple weeks ago. Dr. Bright continued being an absolute Banana in the tailpipe. >:[. Quite literally, i was bending down to get something off the floor i dropped, and he flung a banana that hit my ass. :[

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i keep forgetting anher is chubby and short almost 19- not a 5'10 21 year old skinny psychomaniac who iintentionally killed 113 people to harvest their skin nd organd for his own transplants and to taxidermy the bodies or make new creatins uusing the limbs--

dw, canonically, hes a psychomaniac

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I NEED TO READ ON EVEY SCP AND REASERCH THEM ALL!

im do it

fick education

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21:08

It has been my first day here at Site 19. I have had a relatively good day… at least for this Foundation. Dr. Bright is getting on my nerves a bit, and I had to deal with 682, GUNS. DON’T. WORK. Where was I? Oh yeah, I guess I have to log my stuff… This is not my Work Log. this is just… a diary of sorts I guess. Today was fine I suppose, I learned the history of Dr. Jack Bright, and I am still waiting for my “nickname” Like Dr. Alto Clef and some others. I have yet to meet Clef, Glass, and Iceberg… well… All I know is Dr. Clef is in site-17 and I'm in site-19. It's been hell today, and it's better than my earlier life. No “Girlfriend”, no family issues. They actually use my preferred name here, and offer hormone Therapy! It's been an okay day, despite my near death. I sewed myself back up though! Surprised I'm not an Anomaly or D-Class specimen. My knowledge and skills got me to Jr. researcher or experimentalist or AH! Scientist. That's it! I am a Jr. Scientist, Dr. Anther [REDACTED], Site-19. I met a hot guard today. We talked about nothing unfortunately. I haven't made a friend yet. And I WILL NOT classify Dr. Bright as my friend. Hell no. Tomorrow, I have to carry around Boxes. Unfortunately, they say I have powers like SCP-590. Yes, I can heal, and I feel the pain too. But I have to kiss them (for best results on the lips. ew), I mean… I can feel your pain, but at half, or at least minor when I heal you, so I'm a better healer than 590. Poor kid though. I don't like all his suffering. :(

They won’t let me taxidermy myself, understandable, my therapist didn't want me to as well. They say one of these years I'll have to test on 096, or 682, or even 173. I'm just SO excited for that [sarcasm]. It would KILL me! But then again I’d be the “Seasoned Scientist” at that point. I cannot leave parameters or the base since I am still considered an “anomaly”. I guess I’m a “working Anomaly” or whatever.