Today was finally the day the composer's suffering came to an end.
He had finally come to a dramatic realization, an epiphany, one that allowed him to not only create a masterpiece the likes of which his predecessors would approve of, but perhaps even be proud of. At long last, he would be happy, and he would share his magnum opus with the world. His Concerto had been scheduled, the music was ready, and it called to him.
He waited in the wings, wrapping his tie around his neck as he awaited the cue. A blinding spotlight shined bright, illuminating a pedestal on the center of the stage. He could hear the thunderous applause of his audience, roaring and praising him as he got one foot up, then the other.
He hesitated.
The crowd was roaring, chanting his name and clamoring for him. Felix looked across the endless sea of featureless faces obscured by the limelight and swallowed nervously. He had to do it. The show had to go on. One last time, he fixed his tie. He clicked his heels and held his arms up, basking in the adoration of the crowd with a smile on his face.
He was complete.
Incident Report
Anomalies Involved:SCP-3817
Responding Personnel: Researcher Pavel
Description of Events: SCP-3817 was found hanging from a light fixture using a noose made of bed sheets. It used the chair in its containment chamber to climb to an appropriate height before kicking it away to achieve suspension.
Note: SCP-3817 has suffered minor damage to its throat and vocal chords and is expected to make a full recovery. A staff psychologist has been appointed to meet with SCP-3817 on a daily basis for the following two months. Maintenance staff have been notified to not provide SCP-3817 with more than one set of bed sheets until further notice.
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