In the footage,
after resting for a while, he took out the camera and pointed it at himself.
"Ahem... Phew—"
After clearing his throat and exhaling deeply, he began recording:
"It's been about five days since we entered this place—subjectively, it feels like a year. Has the Foundation not sent anyone in yet?"
He chuckled self-deprecatingly.
"Given their cold-blooded style, expecting them to halt this suicide mission for the sake of lives seems unrealistic. Retreat? Abandonment? Probably not happening either."
He shook his head, dispelling the chaotic thoughts. Dwelling on them in this cramped space was suffocating.
So he glanced around and continued:
"After passing through that door, we ended up in this hellhole. This place is like a cheap, twisted kaleidoscope—constantly warping and devouring outsiders. Every newcomer can only despair, powerless. I was no exception at first."
"But thankfully, those two... eccentric agents. If not for them, I'd be long dead."
His tone suddenly turned bitter.
"Too bad I got separated from them in the chaos."
Watching this, the chatroom audience finally understood why he'd been alone.
He got lost.
For a moment, everyone was torn between laughter and exasperation.
But seeing a D-Class—out of ammo, surrounded by demons in a hopeless environment—still finding dark humor in his situation...
Their moods grew complicated again.
On-screen
The young man pulled a crumpled note from his pocket and held it up to the camera.
"I found this on a corpse."
He explained:
"It seems to be a report about this place. The author was an agent who entered before us—name's probably Barclay. Obviously, he's dead now."
The note's contents were clearly visible to the audience:
[Item #: Pending]
[Object Class: Keter. God help you.]
[Special Containment Procedures: You're about to die, you unlucky bastard.]
The familiar format made viewers pause. Some even cursed.
Was this some kind of sick joke before death?
But remembering this was an agent's final words...
They reluctantly kept reading.
[This isn't an exaggeration.]
[I'm Agent Barclay.]
[I'm inside this godforsaken building, and I guarantee—if you're here too, you're screwed. By the time you read this, I'm probably dead.]
Confusion rippled through the audience.
What was this agent trying to say?
The note continued:
[Escaping is impossible, so let's cut to the containment measures.]
[There's only one fucking way: SHUT THAT GODDAMN DOOR.]
DC Universe
"So... this is the real solution to the demons in SCP-1983?" Wonder Woman murmured.
Batman's brow furrowed.
A door?
Again with the door?
His curiosity about this so-called door had reached its peak.
[You can't go back. You've probably already tried.]
[Those things can get out, though it takes effort. That's how we found this hellhole in the first place.]
[I hope you closed the door behind you. When we gave up escaping, we shut it.]
[If you didn't, turn around and CLOSE IT. That's your top priority now. You're dead anyway. At least do one decent thing before you croak.]
Marvel Universe – S.H.I.E.L.D.
Nick Fury's eye widened in realization.
That's why no black humanoids were outside SCP-1983-1 initially.
But the moment they entered—demons everywhere.
SCP-1983-1 was the door.
A gateway between that world and reality.
And those black humanoids? They couldn't leave if the door was shut.
"Wait—"
A chilling thought struck him.
"They opened the door to enter. Doesn't that mean... it's open now?"
His expression darkened.
Chatroom Reactions
"Do a good deed? HA! Expecting that from a D-Class lab rat?"
"Maybe the agent thought another agent would find the note?"
"If it were me, I'd pretend I never saw it."
"No D-Class is dumb enough to risk their life for this."
[Description: Here's how it all started...]
Agent Barclay briefly summarized how the Foundation discovered SCP-1983.
Then came the horrifying part.
[No matter how badass your MTF is—maybe 'Secure, Contain, Protect,' maybe 'Choir Boys'—if you barged in like I did, you're FUCKED.]
[Those things are hard to see here. You've probably noticed. They're like shadows. You must avoid light sources!]
[I know it sounds stupid, but think: In light, your shadow is sharp and obvious. In darkness? It blurs, becomes less distinct.]
[That makes it harder for them to touch or see you. I think they track you through shadows. Not 100% sure, but it fits.]
Now the audience understood.
This was how the D-Class survived.
The note's intel had saved him.
But then—
The next passage silenced the chatroom.
[You might've tried exiting through the door. If not, don't. It leads somewhere worse.]
[Not many monsters there, but... Jones wandered too far, and... I swear, he melted. Things burst out of him...]