The last time I browsed the "SCP Foundation" website was on Sunday, the previous weekend. I've been pretty busy with work, though occasionally I allowed myself to slack off a little.
"I wish I could spend more time reading about these SCP entities." I thought. The articles about those strange creatures were quite entertaining, at least from my point of view.
But I also had a lingering desire...
"Hey, you there! Why aren't you working?"
A man, my superior, snapped at me, urging me to get back to work. He was strict, but I couldn't really blame him. After all, he outranked me, and I couldn't afford to talk back to him.
So, I quickly returned to my duties and worked diligently.
That evening, I came home exhausted, with aching shoulders and a mild headache. But I had become "addicted" to reading those articles on the "SCP Foundation" website.
"Well, I guess this counts as entertainment, right? I deserve a bit of fun." I told myself.
I sat at my desk, turned on my computer, and eagerly navigated the site. I indulged in reading and analyzing SCP reports, diving deeper into the strange world they described.
And then... I stumbled upon an unfinished article.