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I stared at the barren walls of my cell, my clawed hands scratching at the orange jumpsuit I had been forced into, the one THEY had forced me into. Bile rises in my throat as I flex my stained claws; I can hear a clicking noise followed by a few beeps before a man’s voice comes over the intercom. “SCP-2185, it is time for your weekly health evaluation and cell cleaning. Please get up and step forward with your hands up where we can see them.” The voice says plainly, I can still hear a slight hint of fear in it though, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. I get up from my bed and walk over to the door of my cell, rolling m