The five Time Lords found themselves running down different hallways, zigzagging to avoid the different anomalies, nearly freaking out when they saw a huge lizard just walking past, then thought it was strange afterwards seeing the fur on it, but dared not look any closer in case it was hungry, its massive jaws looking as if it only took one bite and they'd be swallowed whole.

Just then they heard a horrid and heavy scraping sound, and they knew what was following them, daring not to look behind them, afraid that if they did the anomaly would see them looking back and either kill them or speed up, so they just kept following their guide, until he pulled them into a safe room, motioning for them to be quiet, seeming to be listening for something, and sure enough they could the hear the moans and sobs of a creature near the door, making them instantly feel sorry for it, wanting to help it.

"No! Do not go out there! And do not make eye contact with it! That is SCP #096, known as the Shy Guy. He will fucking destroy you!" The guard hissed, pulling the five Doctors back away from the door. "It seems like it needs our help though," the 10th Doctor said, "what have you been doing to it?"

"Nothing! We've been trying to keep the damn thing locked safely away from the outside world! Do you know what happens if someone even just looks at a photo of it? Do you? It goes into a rage and will find and locate the said person and kill them. It's labeled under Keter Class for a reason because it's so dangerous! We have no cameras in its cell to keep an eye on it because we can't risk anyone looking at it, causing it to breach containment and killing everyone in its path," the guard explained.

"Are you sure? It doesn't seem so dangerous right now. It in fact sounds like it's crying out for help," the Ninth Doctor pointed out, folding his arms and frowning. "Well believe me, it's not so harmless. It's only docile when no one is looking at it," the guard said again, then once the creature passed, and its cries faded away, was about to open the door again when another anomaly just appeared out of the wall, grabbing him and pulling him in while he screamed, disappearing through the black goop.

The five Time Lords stood there in shock, unbelieving of what they just saw, unknowing of whether it was real or not, trying to blink away the horrid scene, thinking that maybe their minds were just messing with them, but when they opened their eyes again, the rot was still there on the wall, only now with something different added. Just below the rot was the skeleton of the former guard, its clothing rotted away in places, as if it'd been there for a while, instead of only a few seconds.

They knew there was no help for the poor man now, so they decided to keep moving, finding a different hallway, still hearing the loud blaring of the alarms, ignoring it and focusing on a way to get to the Site Director's office, avoiding as many more anomalies as they could, pushing on and thankfully not running into anymore dangerous creatures, but then saw a tall figure of a man in a Plague Doctor's uniform, complete with the leather gloves and the bird-like porcelain mask, standing behind a glass door with both his hands on the glass, the left in a fist as if he'd been banging on the glass, a spiderweb crack forming while the other hand had slid down, blood that didn't look his own sliding down with it, and the Time Lords looked closely, noticing the Plague Doctor's uniform was covered in blood also:

Above the Plague Doctor was his number, SCP-049. The three Doctors backed away, looking horrified as they saw something else in the cell, a dead body that looked as if it was in the process of being operated on, medical tools sticking out of every crevice and a sheet was pulled up over it, covering it.

Just then the Plague Doctor spoke, his voice sounding slightly metallic because of the mask. "Do not be afraid, I am the cure. I sense the disease in all of you. But I can help cure you of the Pestilence. All you need do is step inside," he offered, but the five Time Lords backed away even more, not wanting to be a part of whatever experiment the Plague Doctor was conducting on his "patient".

"Uh, no thank you. Maybe another day? When things aren't so hectic?" The 11th one said, making a joke despite the situation. "Though we'd really appreciate it if you could just tell us the way to Site Director Jacobs' office? That would be grand."

The Plague Doctor nodded, agreeing and granting the request. "Up the stairs on the north side of this building, you will find a set of elevators. Take them up to the fifth floor, then turn right, down a large hallway. There you will find a door marked 'Site Director Jacobs'," he told them.

"Thank you, we greatly appreciate your help, sir," the 10th Doctor said, smiling. "Are you sure you would not like me to guide you?" SCP-049 asked, tilting his head curiously. "Uhh, no thank you. You seem rather busy and we wouldn't want to interrupt you in your work," the 10th Doctor said nervously, the other two nodding in agreement.

"May I have your names, gentlemen and madam?" 049 asked. "Uh, Smith. John Smith. And this is uhh, Dee Snider and Nicki Sixx, Joan Smith, and uh, Basil. Just Basil," the 10th Doctor said, showing a blank piece of paper that said anything he wanted it to, and the vast majority of people believed it. "We uh, are in a band together and are wanting permission to play here for the good people of the SCP Foundation."

049 nodded, a thoughtful look in his eyes, then turned to go back to working on the cadaver, injecting it with some sort of chemical, then sewing the cuts he'd made here and there after taking out some organs and placing them in different areas. The body then twitched slightly, then was still again.

The anomaly vented his frustration through a huff, working more to bring the dead man back to life as the five Time Lords made their way to the Site Director's office, following the stairs which the old Plague Doctor told them about, and finding the elevators, taking them to the third floor of the Foundation.