 black box was written by an actual crow on the scp wiki you can find it in the link in the description and it is under creative commons share alike attribution 3.0 license three weeks that's how long they told clancy he had to stay in the box they never told him why they claimed it was classified they also didn't tell him that time itself would be locked up in another separated from the box that now held this withering husk of a man at first his decay was physical he had his shin on the bench after what may have been 20 minutes or 20 days not on purpose mind you because the box is singular light bulb had burnt out long ago none of the staff had bothered to replace it so he cradled his leg in the dark feeling his pulse through the injury the pulse confirmed that he was still a man a living human being that was above this degradation's exercise in meaninglessness and for what might have been a couple of hours or a couple of years his pulse kept him occupied eventually the pain faded and once again clancy was left with the nothing that slowly eroded his mind so began drumming on the walls tap two knuckles wrapped against the cruel concrete when they felt like they were about to shatter he switched to the next pair of knuckles he didn't stop until his whole hand felt like it was made of glass and his skin was every shade of raw a slant at the base of the door opened a styrofoam food tray slid through the man stuck his hand out not for the food he wanted but for the harsh white light that he needed but the slot closed man felt for utensils in the dark his fingers found what could have only been a plastic spoon its handle sitting in the nutrient mush this was only food by technicality but the alternative was to starve to regress into the nothing surrounding him so the man fed himself it felt like mashed potatoes soaked in milk it tasted well you know he wished it had tasted bitter or sour or something but it just tasted like nothing like his tongue was tricked into believing there was food in his mouth and it was actually empty he dipped his finger into the mush just to make sure it was as real as the walls of the box as real as the door and the floor and the ceiling and the command from his superiors that held him here another spoonful another taste of unbearable nothing again again the decay went on the man didn't know when he slept or when he woke no matter how hard he looked the trays of mush seemed nonexistent until his feet fell into them sometimes he didn't know himself and he would run his hands along from his feet to his head affirming that he was still there he was still human he would touch his dry lips as he tried to say his name usually all he could do was mouth out the syllables but even that was better than when he tried to deduce why he'd been ordered to trap himself in the box to figure out what crime against nature could warrant this sometimes he'd whistle a note or two sometimes he'd do a push-up before collapsing on the icy floor and sometimes he'd wrap his hand around his wrist and think about the gap between a skeleton and his skin and how it was getting smaller and smaller sometimes this sometimes that but never enough to stop the decay one day there was something new a window circular and pristine was now part of the far side of the box's wall the man could see Montgomery he could see the cars on the road and the faces in the cars and he could see the morning sun peeking out from behind the clouds it was yellow and orange it's so warm he could feel the heat when he touched the glass his eyes stung his skin itched and peeled he'd been staring for hours this time he knew he'd been staring at dawn and stopped in the blue and purple hours of twilight 12 hours he thought to himself i've been staring out the window for around 12 hours he knew when he slept through the night when he woke up in the morning and when he put his open palm up to the glass his fingers casted long shadows on him like cell bars and he knew that he had to escape the first punch sent fire through his right hand the second sent fire through his left red specks flew towards the box's floor catching fleeting sunlight in their descent another hit another wave of pain staving off the ocean of nothing Clancy's heart throbbed in his chest as he threw everything he knew was him into the window elbows shoulders legs it was all him again and again Clancy's bones in the window's glass cracked in tandem in one final thrust one manic shoulder bash of a restored man the window chipped it disappeared in an instant its place taken by cold concrete before the man could feel his heart break the box returned to darkness the previous note will be disseminated to all d-class the objective of this is to indirectly inform d-class personnel that disruption of our modus operandi will never benefit them while other disciplinary methods such as those described in this note have been somewhat effective methods of curbing unproductive d-class behavior they ultimately rely on external motivation in other words d-class lived by the foundation's values to avoid disciplinary measures consequently they act undesirably when they believe that they are not monitored the proposed method attempts to intrinsically motivate d-class to avoid uncooperative behavior in other words they should follow desired d-class behavior even when unmonitored because they will have internalized that rebellion will only cause them further harm will not need to police them if they police themselves thank you very much for listening if you enjoyed the video hit the subscribe button and leave a comment as to whether or not you think that this is an appropriate way of keeping d-class in line because i certainly don't and of course if you really enjoy the content head on over to patreon.com forward slash d samaritan and pledge at any level like everybody here on the screen already has including mc cashmill who's pledged at $50 and sinjeriki who's pledged at 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