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scp-155 "shy guy"


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CLASE DE OBJETO: safe
Los objetos de clase safe no son extremadamente peligrosos por lo que no necesitan mucha vigilancia. Aquí en la fundacion se les llama       re-deadeads en homenaje al monstruo de un famoso videojuego del cual no recuerdo el nombre.
DESCRIPCION:
Es un ser humanoide de aproximadamente 2 metros de altura no es diferente al 173 con la diferencia de es mas alto y flaco. Nadie se le puede acercar y este lo mataria porque no le gusta que lo vean por eso esta en un cuarto aislado
COMO FUE DESCUBIERTO
fue descubierto por un grupo 24 niños de los cuales solo 2 sobre vivieron. Ellos están en una salida escolar pero su maestra los castigo por necios y los metió en una cueva, ellos con miedo avanzaron pero llego un punto en que todo era oscuridad pero de pronto se escucharon unos llantos dignos de un monstruo de ultratumba o un demonio uno de ellos se acerco con su lampara de juguete en la mano y salio corriendo y gritando a todo pulmon gritando: !un demonio un demonio corran¡
al llegar a la salida ellos arrastraban al monstruo con una piedra encajada en el cráneo y insultaron al profesor el cual nos llamó y.........NO SIGNAL PLEASE RECONECT TO SERVER. LOG OUT DUE TO UNKNOWN REASONS.

 -!QUE RAYOS PASA¡....... NO, NO, NOOOO BENDITO NAVEGADOR DEJAME ENTRAR eh? el micrófono esta encendido........

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pista sobre la historia de esta se: el tipo usa formatos ilegales de los archivos de SCP 

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