Raphael glanced over his shoulder at the door. It swung smoothly on its hinges.

"Uh, we seem to be having some trouble with the door controls, uh... oh god... uh, all Class D personnel please... uh... uh..." the voice stuttered over the intercom. There was a brief flickering in the corner of Raphael's eye. He gulped nervously and searched for the creature. He gasped when he realised where he'd seen the flicker was right next to the door. A scientist at a computer glanced around the room. "Wh-where did it go?" he demanded, more to himself than the D-Class personnel. Raphael and D-1064 shared a look. "All personnel," this time, the scientist had set the intercom to speak through the entire building. "Please be advised SPC-372 has escaped containment and – what the...?" he glared at the console, which was telling him he had to have at least level four clearance to use the comms system at this time.

"This site is experiencing multiple Keter and Euclid level containment breaches. Full site lockdown initiated." Raphael cautiously walked out of the containment chamber. A nearby guard raised his rifle.

"D-1059, return to your post!" he barked angrily. The scientist shrieked as his throat spontaneously split open, blood spurting out to splatter against the nearby plexiglass. "Shit," the guard cursed, swinging his gun around, trying to find a target.

"You won't find it," D-1064 pointed out softly. "He hides in your blind spots."

"Shut up!" the guard snapped, still scanning the room for the SCP. Raphael shot D-1064 another look, and the second that their eyes locked was all it took. There was a gasp and a gurgle from behind him. Raphael turned to see the guard slumped against the wall, an enormous gash covering the length of his chest. The two Class Ds stood staring for a moment, before D-1064 rushed over and grabbed the fallen gun. Sparing Raphael one last look of apology, he sprinted for the door.

Raphael suddenly found he was alone in the middle of the plexiglass box. He cautiously stepped outside. His ears were met with the sound of gunfire and screams in the distance, causing him to shudder. He heard soft footsteps and quickly ducked underneath one of the many desks in the office he was in. A large, red, crocodile-like creature padded past him, past the chamber he'd just come from, and into another corridor. He heard more screams and a few short bursts of gunfire, but this time he had no doubt whose they were. He'd spent enough time around D-1064 to know his voice.

He shivered and quickly crouch-ran through the door opposite to where the crocodile-thing had just gone. He heard heavy footsteps and searched for a hiding place. He settled for ducking inside an office cubicle. He heard the sound of an MTF Soldier talking over her radio.

"No, it was a fucking crocodile thing! Yeah... yeah... I know but – hey, just shut up for a second? Okay. I realise 682 is out of containment, but this thing wasn't 682." The soldier stopped walking and there was a long pause. "939? Yeah... yeah that sounds about right. Wait, mimic people? Okay, I'll be careful. Requesting radio silence while I pursue it. Over and out." The MTF sighed, then continued on her way.

SCP-939. So that's what it was. Raphael carefully removed himself from his hiding place. He didn't trust those MTFs as far as he could throw them, and considering how much armour and firepower they carried around, that wouldn't be very far. Just as he was about to leave, he caught sight of a yellow key card sitting on the desk next to him. He snatched it up, then left.

He came to an intersection which split off into three other corridors. He decided to try going left – he didn't like the weird sound of stone grating on stone coming from the one on the right. A few short corridors later, he found himself standing in front of the heavy doors of another SCP's containment chamber.

He sighed with relief when he read the word 'SAFE' underneath the designation: SCP-914. He swiped his keycard through the slot, and was overjoyed when the doors slid open. He ducked inside, shutting the doors behind him. He gazed at the large, clockwork machine before him. He picked up a piece of paper from a nearby shelf that conveniently held titbits of information about the machine before him.

After studying it carefully, he decided to drop his keycard into the 'INPUT' chamber. He twisted the knob to 'VERY FINE' and turned the key. After much rumbling, the 'OUTPUT' door slid open, revealing a blue keycard that Raphael had never seen before.

"Keycard Omni?" he murmured to himself. He shrugged and grabbed a first aid kit and note off the other shelf next to the machine. He hurried out the doors, not bothering to close them behind him. He found himself back at the junction and spotted a familiar red foot stepping inside a doorway. He gasped and slid inside another corridor, slamming his hand on the button to close it. He ran away as quickly as he could, relieved he hadn't accidentally gone back the way he'd started out from.

"Oh god. How did he get out? Oh shit!" A scream. "No, no! I saw his... Get away from me! No, not me... not me." More screaming. Blood sprayed across the window closest to Raphael. He squealed and sprinted away as fast as he could. He almost smashed right into a pair of MTF Soldiers.

"Class D!" one of them yelped in surprise. Raphael wasted only a fraction of a second being shocked, before barging past them and running around the corner. "Hey – get back here!"

"Leave him. 096 is around here somewhere, we need to re-contain him. We'll deal with the D later," the other MTF spoke up. Raphael was relieved to hear their footsteps fading away. Raphael breathed a sigh of relief at having avoided both the MTF and a dangerous SCP. He continued on.

He opened a door and came face-to-face with SCP-173. He gasped and backed away quickly, shock preventing him from blinking. Unable to help himself, he did. 173 was right in front of him now, almost touching him. Raphael backpedalled fast, bumping into a door and fumbling for the button. He blinked again, allowing 173 to halve the distance between them. Raphael quickly grasped the fact that 173 couldn't move while being watched.

He slipped inside the doorway, his eyes threatening to blink. His eyes were getting very itchy now, and were narrowing to the point where they were almost closed. He slammed his hand on the inner button just as he blinked. The doors slid closed with a hiss and there was nothing 173 could do about it! Then the floor trembled and Raphael realised his mistake. He was in an elevator! Down! The doors opened, revealing a dimly lit room with rusty metal walls and piping everywhere. He couldn't go back up, 173 was there. He couldn't stay here forever... he tentatively took a step forward.

"Wha – Who's there?" a scared voice demanded. Raphael almost shrieked in joy.

"Me! I'm friendly! I'm coming in!" he called loudly, rushing into the room. A large set of red jaws bumped his forehead as he turned the corner. He screamed and scrambled away from the creature. It trotted along behind him, apparently in no hurry. Raphael dived into another elevator and kicked the button. The door slammed shut in the SCP's face. The elevator whirred to life, taking him upwards again. He sighed in relief and slumped tiredly. The doors dinged and slid open. Raphael lazily opened an eye and screamed again. A second 939 was waiting outside the closed doors.

"Why thank you," it praised him. "I kinda needed to get back down to my family." Well, okay. That was an unusual thing to say. Wait, it can't possibly be speaking of its own accord! It has to be mimicking someone! He'd heard that MTF say so! Raphael argued in his head. "No, I'm not mimicking anyone. I've gotten smarter since I used that machine," it explained, as if it had read his mind. Raphael listened carefully to the voice, to find it was soft, feminine and definitely not the sort of voice you would expect to hear out of a crocodile's mouth. He then studied its – her – body harder. She had eyes, and her skin was a very dark shade of red, almost brown. She was different somehow.

"Y-y-you're not a n-n-n-nine three nine," Raphael decided. The 939 chuckled.

"Well, I used to be. Now I guess you can call me SCP-939-1," she laughed, then glared at him. "If you do I'll kill you. Seriously, what is up with your names? I would rather be called... Amanda. Yeah, that's a nice name. So, what's yours?"

"D-1059," Raphael replied instinctively. She narrowed her violet eyes at him. "Raphael," he corrected himself. Wait... she said she'd kill him in such a way as if she weren't planning on doing that anyway.

"That's a bit tiresome... what about Ralph, for short?" Raphael, or rather Ralph, nodded nervously. "Well Ralph, how about you tell me where the way out is?"

"I-I don't know..." he replied uncertainly. "B-but I can help you find it!" he exclaimed, hoping to save his skin. Amanda pondered this for a second.

"Sounds like a deal, human." She motioned for him to follow her, which he happily obliged to. He considered how lucky he was. One, the creature hadn't killed him. Two, he was no longer alone. And three, he had a SCP to protect him now! Things might not be so bad after all...

~~~~~~~~~~(Later)~~~~~~~~~~

"I'm watching him! Hurry up before I blink!" Amanda cried. Ralph flicked up the 'REMOTE DOOR CONTROL' switch to 'OFF'.

"Done. Let's go!" They backed out of the room, down the stairs, still staring at 173. Ralph shoved his keycard into the slot, causing the doors to slide closed. They laughed in relief. "Wait," Ralph said suddenly. "He doesn't have a keycard. We just trapped him! We just trapped SCP-173!" They laughed again, then heard a weird noise. They both turned and saw a pitch black silhouette rise out of the ground.

"Radical Larry!" Amanda groaned.

"Run!" Ralph yelled. They ran for their lives down endless corridors, but he could walk through walls; he had the advantage. Ralph led them through yet another intersection, only to come to a corridor cut off by rubble. A dead end. Raphael spotted the handle of a fire axe sticking out of the rubble, and quickly brandished the weapon.

"Ralph!" Amanda cried in despair. "I don't know that bashing him with a stick will be all that much help!" Ralph glanced at the 'fire axe', only to realise the head had been snapped off, effectively leaving him with a plastic stick. Ralph dropped the useless object and dragged Amanda out of the dead-end corridor.

Larry was just outside, and they barely managed to slip past him without being snagged by his outstretched arms. They picked another corridor which split off into yet another three doors. Ralph swept his keycard through the first door's slot. It opened, to reveal a green ring sitting on a pedestal. That was the only feature in the entire room, no way out.

"Gah!" Ralph cried, quickly swiping his key card through the second card-requiring doorway. It opened to reveal a wooden case standing on an identical pedestal in an identical room. Larry appeared at the end of the corridor they were in. Ralph snatched up the box, which swung open at the motion. He flung the heavy wooden object at Larry, ignoring the metallic ting he heard.

The wooden case passed right through Larry, melting into that weird black substance as it did.

"This way!" Amanda urged, gesturing towards the door she'd just opened. They rushed inside, coming face-to-face with an out-of-place wooden door with an iron lock on it. Ralph tried the handle. It was locked. He turned to see how close Larry was. "We're doomed..." Amanda muttered. A blue glint caught Ralph's eye as he stared down the corridor. A key!

As he looked from the wooden door to the key, realisation dawned on him. While Amanda was fruitlessly trying to break open the heavy wooden door, Ralph dived at the key, fumbling to get a grip on the cool metal with his sweaty hands. He stumbled back to the door and shoved the key in its lock.

He unlocked the door and motioned for Amanda to go inside before following her and slamming the door shut behind them, making sure to grab the key first. They were now in a large forest with blue mist clinging in the air. "We're alright," Ralph breathed. "We're in a pocket dimension." This wasn't unheard of for Ralph. He'd heard talk from the other test subjects about such things. "The only way in is with this key, so 106 will have a hard time – Amanda?"

Amanda groaned and rolled onto her side. Ralph placed a hand on her and shook her. "Amanda? Amanda! What's wrong?" Amanda groaned again, then her breathing became laboured. A crumpled piece of paper fell from Ralph's pocket as he frantically searched for a pulse. With stinging eyes he unfolded it.

As a reminder to all staff, no organic matter is to be entered in to SCP-914 at any time. Please follow standard review procedures in regards to input booth checklists to prevent any and all accidents. We do not wish a repeat of the spider/steel wire incident of last week.

-Dr. Harp

Ralph cried. He held Amanda's paw as she stopped breathing and just cried. It wasn't like him to do such things, he had only known her for an hour or so, but it still hurt him bad. "What now?" he muttered through tears. "What do I do now?!" he screamed at no one in particular. Why had he been there? Why had he cared? That's what got him here in the first place! He remembered holding the dying old man in his arms. He had been reaching for his phone to call an ambulance when the police showed up. Yes, he had been holding the knife. Yes, he had pulled it out of the old man. Yes, there was a chance he could have saved the old man. But if he'd just walked on by like everyone else, he wouldn't be here! The old man had died in hospital and Ralph had been sent to prison, guilty until proven innocent. Then one day, boom, he was offered a job that could set him free early. He let Amanda's paw flop to the ground limply and fell back on his butt. He could do nothing but sit there numbly.

"Hm... what is a tasty morsel such as yourself doing in my forest?" a silky voice inquired. It seemed demonic and angelic at the same time. Deeply mysterious and yet, so clear. He looked around for the source of the voice, but found none. "I suppose the real question is: what am I going to do about it?" Ralph spun around in a full circle, finally coming face-to-face with the mystery speaker. He gasped at the slanted, feline face, the bright yellow eyes, the pointed ears and wood-like skin. Pink leaves adorned its back and it hung, upside-down, from a tree by its long tail, which had leaf-shaped tip. Ralph stumbled back, but the creature dropped on him, pinning him to the ground. "Tsk tsk. Where do you think you're going, human?" Now that it was standing on top of him, Ralph could clearly see it held itself on all fours and looked graceful and sleek, like a jaguar. Ralph gulped nervously. The creature studied him. He had black hair that was slightly longer than what should be allowed and hazel eyes that were full of fear at that moment. He was quite tall and skinny. "Well? Are you going to talk, or should I just eat you now?"

"N-n-no, ma'am?" Ralph wasn't actually certain it was a girl, but decided that would be as good a way as any to start a conversation.

"Good. My name is Syvia. What is yours?"

"R-Raphael... but you can call me Ralph," Ralph felt a pang of sorrow as he said the last part, and unconsciously glanced over at Amanda's body. Syvia noticed and cocked her head at him.

"What? Are you regretting killing it? Were you not quite finished torturing it with your experiments?" Syvia spat, suddenly hostile.

"I've never experimented on anything! I was involved in this against my will! And for your information, we were friends," Ralph snapped. Syvia seemed quite surprised.

"You befriended a... what do you call them... SCP?" Syvia inquired incredulously. Ralph nodded. Syvia could see the truth in his red eyes and wet cheeks. She backed off and sat on her haunches. "Did you love her?" she asked quietly.

"Nah," Ralph explained. "We were just... trying to get outta here." He was still shaken. He was not used to death and catastrophe, and now, here he was, in the middle of a whole lot of both.

"I'm sorry," Syvia murmured, nuzzling his neck comfortingly. Ralph sighed and leaned into her. "Come. I will take you back to my place." Without waiting for a response, Syvia hoisted Ralph onto her back and galloped away. Ralph found her pink leaves incredibly soft and, without processing what was about to happen, fell asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~(zZz)~~~~~~~~~~

Ralph yawned and stretched, which was a bad move because he woke up Syvia in the process. He hadn't realised she had been sleeping with him in her arms. He shivered as the morning - or whatever time of day it was, if they even had days here - breeze brushed against his bare skin. Wait, bare skin? Ralph looked down the gap between their bodies and gasped in shock. He quickly pulled Syvia closer to cover himself up. He saw his orange jumpsuit folded neatly in a corner.

"Wh-why am I naked?" he demanded.

"The last humans that spent the night here talked about how uncomfortable it was to sleep in armour," Syvia explained with a yawn. She glanced down at Ralph, who was practically hugging her. "Why are you embracing me?" she retorted.

"So you don't see my private parts!" Ralph shot back. Syvia grinned evilly.

"Well, I certainly can feel them." Ralph paled. It was true. Sleeping naked next to an equally naked woman, no matter what species, had given him an instant hard-on. Syvia gently pushed him away with a single paw. Ralph blushed heavily, his erect member springing free. Syvia snorted and pulled Ralph back down when he tried to stand up. "Again, where do you think you are going?"

"To get my clothes," Ralph told her, trying not to die of embarrassment as Syvia studied his unconcealed body.

"So soon?" she purred. Yeah, purred. Literally. Like a god-damned cat. Ralph's face couldn't possibly have gotten any redder at that point. He squirmed as Syvia lay down on top of him. She was surprisingly light, and the wood-like appearance of her skin was only camouflage, as her skin was smooth, leathery, if anything could compare to it. She pressed her muzzle against his lips. Ralph's sounds of surprise were muffled by the mouth covering his. In fact, all he succeeded in doing was opening his mouth and allowing access for Syvia's sender tongue. Ralph went limp in her arms, succumbing to the kiss. His eyes drifted closed as he slid his tongue out to meet hers. They continued this passionate kiss for a few minutes, before Syvia finally broke away, panting slightly.

"Wh-wha –" Ralph tried to speak, but Syvia placed a single claw on his lips.

"Shh," she shushed him soothingly. "We're just getting started. Come on now, you know as well as I do that Radical Larry's going to be sticking around outside for a while. We have to do something fun to pass the time," she giggled seductively. "Besides, I figured it's about time I tried this whole 'sex' thing for myself. I've heard so many humans talk about it, but I've never found the right person to try it with." Ralph stared at her with wide eyes, making her look away, slightly ashamed. "I... I won't force you to..." she mumbled. Ralph sighed and shifted his body beneath her. He wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her down into a hug.

"Come on. It's sex. It's not as if I'm going to be suffering," he chuckled. Syvia blushed slightly, though the colouring of her cheeks was not visible to Ralph. She smooched his face and let out a surprisingly girlish giggle. She pulled away and gazed intently at Ralph's hard member. It wasn't exactly big, but it was the only one Syvia had ever seen, so to her it was huge. Her eyes briefly flickered up to Ralph's face, before she tentatively opened her mouth and let his shaft slip inside. She heard Ralph gasp, then moan softly, making Syvia grin around the meat in her mouth. She started to gently bob her head, taking first the head, then a little deeper each time. Ralph's eyes were closed in bliss, and he moaned and gasped from time to time. Syvia started to add her tongue into the mix, swirling it around his rod, tasting his precum. He was starting to squirm a bit now. He placed a hand on the back of her head, eventually slowing her to a halt. She pulled his dick out of her mouth and eyed him happily. His cock was now slick with her saliva. Syvia clambered back on top of him so that their heads were level again. Ralph felt her tail wrap around his member gently and give it a few strokes. Syvia mashed her maw onto Ralph's lips again, thrusting her tongue in for another French kiss. As she did so, she aligned his cock with her tail so it was pressing into the entrance to her virgin pussy. Syvia lowered herself onto him, letting his length slide into her slowly. She then rolled over so he was on top, breaking the kiss to moan. Ralph stroked her cheek as he pulled out his shaft so only the head remained inside her, then speared forward. Syvia moaned again and felt waves of pleasure course through her body.

"M-more," she gasped. Ralph obliged by pulling out and slamming back in again. He started off slowly, then started to pound her pussy roughly, with her squirming and moaning the whole time. He felt her tail wrap around his waist and begin helping him fuck her hard and fast. He was no longer really in control as her tail swung him in and out of her vagina like some life-sized dildo, complete with a human. Ralph just gripped her thighs and enjoyed the ride. Eventually, her motions became less timed and more erratic, until with one, final hard thrust, she held him as far inside as he would go, screaming in rapture. He felt her vaginal walls contract and massage his cock until he orgasmed too, painting her insides white with his thick seed. Syvia's tail's grip slackened, allowing Ralph to collapse onto her chest, breathing heavily. "Well," Syvia panted, bringing her arms around to hug him close. "That was something."

"Yeah..." Ralph agreed, semi-consciously. Syvia giggled and snuggled her cheek against his. Eventually, they both fell into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile, in a nearby tree, SCP-106 watched the spectacle with great interest. Great interest. He squirted his black cum onto the forest floor, having lost control over his raging hormones towards the start of their sexual interactions. He studied the small tree-hut that SCP-860-2 called home, cocking his head to the side. He considered scaring the D-Class, if only to prove that he could go into any dimension he so pleased, but instead grinned madly before sinking into the ground and disappearing into his own dimension. He decided that maybe he wouldn't kill his next victim. No, he decided, he had something much more... exciting in mind for his next victim. His hysterical laughter was almost enough to wake Ralph up from his sex-induced sleep. Almost. Syvia, however, cracked open one eye, murmured 'Asshole', then drifted back to sleep.