The unfamiliar noise of multiple softer clicks against the floor can be heard in the archives. The unreasonable tall creature stalks on its tri jointed legs through the hall. Shadowy chitinous legs carry the creature. Arms made of the same material too long and with claw like fingers, the body a mix of more amor and chin. While the head seems to just last most features expected for 7 eyes. Which glowed the void purple that they all seem to share.
Until after a bit of walking... a voice may be slightly to human for the appearance asks maybe himself.
"This is the correct OID,MID,UID, correct site, and correct floor. Right? Yeah, probably."
*Providence looked up from their paperwork, and gradually rose to full height, eyes hidden behind their usual sunglasses. They walked over, slowly, their hooves tapping lightly against the ground with every pace. A long, white labcoat trailing behind them, alongside the flames that rippled through their hair. The Archivist's mouth was sheened with a black liquid, one that hadn't washed off for the last few days...*
...Not what I'd anticipated... but... surprised you'd appear so fast. Greetings. You are exactly where you need to be.
*They gave pause for a moment before sighing.*
If you've heard anything about an infirmary admission. Ignore it. My status does not matter. You're here to terminate SCP-9782, correct?
