Title: The Silent Scream In the clandestine depths of the SCP Foundation’s containment chambers, a thick silence enveloped the air, punctuated only by the distant hum of fluorescent lights. Shadows danced along the concrete walls where scientists in lab coats were diligently monitoring the countless anomalies surrendered to their strange existence. Among them stood SCP-096, known to most as the Shy Guy. Tall and lanky, it resided in its designated cell, an almost tragic figure, always covering its face with its bony hands. Most of the time, SCP-096 was a docile creature, a patient dweller in the folds of melancholia. Yet, beneath that quiet exterior lurked an uncontrollable rage ready to explode at the slightest glimpse of its face, even through an innocuous photograph. Meanwhile, outside, a group of nine soldiers from Epsilon-11, the Nine Tailed Fox, prepared to respond to a containment breach alert. With tactical gear hugging their bodies and gas masks filtering their breaths, they finalized their convoy towards SCP-096’s cell block. Their mission was to thwart any potential breach and restore order to the facility. Unbeknownst to them, fate wove threads of chaos into their carefully structured plans. As the team officer pulled up the latest intelligence report on their tablet, a sudden accident occurred—a picture of SCP-096 stared back at them from the screen. The moment that image touched their eyes, a piercing scream reverberated through the facility, bouncing across every corridor, rattling souls, and shaking resolve. It was the sound of horror manifesting. You fellow operative gasped, dropping the tablet as if it were a searing brand. All nine soldiers were now in a heightened state of adrenaline. You primal instinct kicked in, but it was too late. SCP-096, upon learning of the breach of its privacy, erupted into a frenzy. Classifying emotion into instinct, it showed no hesitation, honing in on the location of the poor soldier who dared to look. It was a storm personified, moving so rapidly that mere mortals could barely track its movement. As SCP-096 barreled down the halls, reflecting a tragic blend of desperation and fury, Epsilon-11 sprang into defensive formation. They raised their P90s, mingled with urgent commands and hasty arrangements. They had prepared for this, tactical units trained to neutralize anomalous threats. However, in the face of SCP-096’s blind rage, their orders felt futile. Chaos reigned as SCP-096 burst into their midst, a nightmarish apparition cloaked in sorrow. It lashed out, its sinewy arms tearing through metal and flesh alike, creating a destructive ballet of death. One by one, soldiers fell, not because they fought poorly, but because SCP-096 was fighting with an intensity that transcended skill. It knew no tactics; it was vengeance incarnate. With each soldier dropping around it, the Shy Guy’s path grew clearer, honed by instinct alone. It gored through the defenses as if they were mere paper barriers, its frame glistening with the remnants of those who dared to hinder its pursuit. Screams echoed, filling the air with the stench of adrenaline and despair, yet the creature remained steadfast—driven by an emotion that couldn’t be comprehended by those it faced. Time seemed to distort as the combat danced in relentless cycles of destruction. The few remaining members of Epsilon-11 fought valiantly but with despair gnawing at their resolve. SCP-096 was relentless, and its wrath was exquisite in its brutality. It moved with one singular focus: to eliminate all that had seen its face. As the last soldier stumbled back, gasping for breath, he realized it was pointless to fight anymore. With nowhere to turn, he found himself crashing against the wall, awaiting the inevitable. His eyes shimmered with fear, not for himself, but for the tales of horror he’d carry to his grave. SCP-096 locked its gaze upon him, a silent predator, and the soldier could now feel his heartbeat pounding in perfect synchrony with the monster's approach. There was no grand battle, no epic struggle, just the crushing weight of inevitability as SCP-096 closed the distance. It could not be reasoned with, nor could it be caught. The door to the world silently creaked as the creature became the reaper, forever shadowed by sorrow and rage. Winner: SCP-096 SCP-096 emerged victorious due to its inherent ability to retaliate against the violation of its privacy. Its relentless pursuit, fused with unearthly speed and overwhelming strength, allowed it to annihilate the Epsilon-11 team. In stark contrast, the soldiers lacked the means to restrain or contain such a reaction when faced with the pure ferocity of rage elicited by their accidental transgression. SCP-096 proudly claimed its place as the silent victor, leaving nothing but silence and memories etched into the walls of the once-calm facility.