P-0039 is a 23 year old male Earth Pony. He is of average build. He has no previous psychological problems, even after experiencing SCP-**** and being the last to survive. He is outfitted with the same items as the last expedition. Eye-feed and Ear-feed is on. Subjects' identity has been protected for obvious reasons.

The iron door closes behind P-0039

"This is room SCP-087, please remain calm. Please tell me what you see." Dr. ***** says.

"I see a long hallway lined with bricks. Extremely dark." P-0039 says.

"Is your light working fine?"

"Yeah, but I can only see so far."

"Thank you, please proceed down this hallway."

Subject P-0039 starts to slowly walk down the long, dark hallway.

"This isn't so bad!" P-0039 says as he starts to gallop down the halls. "This is easy! This is not as- HOLY SHIT!!! I JUST... ****!?! IS THAT YOU!? DON'T WORRY! I'M COMING!"

P-0039 starts to dash down the halls.

"Sir! Slow down!" Dr. ***** insists.

"NO! I got to save my friend!" P-0039 yells as he speeds up down the hall.

Subject stops his pursuit as he comes to a dark room.

"No.... NO! It's not true! IT'S NOT TRUE! SHE'S DEAD! ***** IS DEAD!! FUCK!? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME DOC!? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!?"

No display of a dead body is show on the Eye-feed.

"We didn't send your friend down there, sir. Please tell use what you see." Dr. ***** says.

"I SEE MY DAMN FRIEND IN FRONT OF ME! DEAD! WHAT THE FUCK!?! [Pause] Oh... FUCK! Her face is gone! This isn't funny! THIS ISN'T FUCKING FUNNY!. I hear voices....."

"Please describe the voices."

"They are deep, raspy. Demonic in a way. Oh fuck me! THEY ARE GETTING CLOSER!"

"Calm down, your vitals are off the charts."

P-0039 sits down and buries his head into his hooves and begins to cry.

"My best friend. Dead. Her face. Gone...." He says. "Voices are getting closer... Telling me to end it all."

There is a long pause

"You're vitals are reading normal, please continue, sir." Dr. ****** says.

P-0039 starts to slowly walk down the dark halls, mumbling strange dialog

"I.... hear them... t-telling me to.... to... rip my face off." he says.

P-0039 starts to scrape his face on the wall, hard. In a few minutes, blood starts to show as he starts to scrape layers of his skin off onto the brick wall. His heart rate, blood pressure, and respiratory track begin to speed up. Voices close in and the eye-feed starts to die. The ear-feed gains a new level of sensitivity. A dark voice drones over.

"Your face is now mine, my little pony." [Pauses to let the sounds of the meat-on-wall heighten] "You've been strong."

The sounds from the ear-feed begin to die down and it soon shuts off.

[Eye-feed shuts off.]