I am escorted down to SCP-3008's room. I open the door into the SCP, my job is simple. Hold the door open until the night comes, I have to let my comrade in and make sure he doesn't get lost. About an hour or so later, he comes running back through. "close it." We walk back to the cells. I later asked him what he saw that made him run back. I saw a swarm of them, a base with millions of the creatures. The next day comes and we go back to it, I fell asleep this time. I fell over back into the SCP containment room. The door closed, I woke up and ran over to the door, opened it and checked inside. I hold the door open until it turns tonight, right before it closes I hear a scream in the distance. His vitals go flat, I know he died. I got taken to the warden’s office, “Now how about that, you failed like I knew you would.” The warden was stern, his words patronizing, “It's time my friend, you will be treated like you treated your friend.” He smiles, “The same fate awaits you, and we will forget about you too.”