"Hello to whoever is reading this, My name is, well, it doesn't matter. The only thing that does matter is what I can do, well, I see you reading this. You're probably thinking to yourself that's impossible. I promise you it's not, yes I see you flipping the pages, hear your heartbeat, feel your breath on the page, and see that look on your face. No need to be alarmed I only mean to show you something, first off you may call me the Viewer. My job is simple yet very important. I view things, it's as simple as that. However, I watch events and make sure they all go according to plan. I have been ordered not to interfere with any of the jailers or anyone else for that matter unless absolutely necessary, but I still need to view them. Here have a look." Red light bathes the corridor with crimson as it rotates illuminating a blast shield door. A jagged gaping hole lives in its epicenter and the number '173' dangles to the floor. A booming frantic voice crackles to life over the PA system repeating the phrase "LOCKDOWN, LOCKDOWN, SCP-173 HAS BREACHED CONTAINMENT, I REPEAT SCP-173 HAS BREACHED CONTAINMENT."
"Oh look at what we have here, a containment breach. Let's listen to the 2 guards."
Agent Winston: FUCK FUCK FUCK, why did the powers that be think transferring The Sculpture to site 300 was a good idea?
Agent Mitchell: Because we contain entities?
Agent Winston: Well clearly fucking not! This site was meant for low-mid level Euclid entities The Sculpture is damn near Keter!
Agent Mitchell: Well are you just going to stand there complaining? Or are you going to help capture the thing?
Agent Winston: Yes sir!
Both guards ready their firearms down the hall as a sick sharp snapping sound is heard followed by scraping concrete. Before either of them have a chance to comprehend the situation, The Sculpture is standing in their line of sight. They let out a sigh of relief making sure not to avert their gaze from the concrete monstrosity that stands before them. "You see that? The Jailers think they can re-contained that exquisite work of art! Im going to get an ear full from LS for this but let's cut the power. Just for a second shall we?" Without warning, Euclid Hall 1-A lost power and is plunged into total darkness. Winston and Michell braced themselves for the inevitable. A loud CRUNCH filled the air as Winston turned his head, to see the lights were back on and Mitchell lying on the ground as The Sculpture stood motionless over Mitchell's broken body.
Agent Winston: I NEED IMMEDIATE BACK-UP, MITCHELL IS DOWN! I repeat MITCHELL WAS KILLED IN ACTION.
"You see, this is my job, this is what I do, I watch history. We will bring salvation to all low threat anomalies and none violent inmates the Jailers keep as lab rats. Mabey next time the Jailers will treat us Lab Rats with more respect."