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Anomalous Object: AO-4924-ACBEBICE
Item Description: An electric chair that cannot be turned off unless the witnesses are deceased.
Date of Recovery: ██-██-████
Current Status: AO-4924 is kept in Area 57's execution room. Contained.
Incident-4924-1:
Subject: D-7261
Witnesses: Dr. Frank, General ████, Private 2nd Class █████████, Senior Researchers Dr. █████ and Dr. ███, and the Warden
Foreword: D-7261 is about to be executed by AO-4924.
<Begin Log>
D-7261: Please, I’ve been trying to tell you since I got here, I was framed!
General ████: And we keep telling you likely story! You were in Death Row when you got here!
General ████ and Private █████████ begin tightening the straps attached to SCP-4924 and applying the cap attached to the cable to D-7261. Subject is in tears at this point.
D-7261: I would never kill my wife! Her actual killer is named-
General ████: Shut the fuck up!
General ████ strikes D-7261 across the face. He then applies the mouthpiece and eye patches and leaves the room. The witnesses look angered.
Warden: D-7261, your requests for any more last words are denied. All of us here hope you burn in hell for your crimes.
D-7261: [Muffled pleading]
Warden: Silence! Prepare for execution in 3…2…1.
Dr. █████ activates SCP-4924.
D-7261 is observed violently jerking up and forward. The mouthpiece then comes off and his muffled screams become audible.
Dr. ███: The mouthpiece came off. The chair is also smoking.
D-7261 continues to jerk.
Warden: That’s enough. Turn it off.
Dr. █████: Sir, it won’t shut off.
Warden: What do you mean it won’t shut off?!
D-7261’s screaming ceases.
Private █████████: I’m sorry, I can’t stay here.
General ████: Hey, scaredy cat! Do you want to end up like that fucker over there? Get back here now!
Both of D-7261’s eye patches come off due to D-7261’s jerking. His eyes also pop out of his eye sockets and start to bleed.
Dr. ███: Oh god.
Private █████████: No, no, no, no, no, no…
General ████: Private!
Private █████████: His eyes popped out, and he’s bleeding out of his eye soc-
General ████: Get ahold of yourself!
General ████ strikes Private █████████ across the face, the same way he did to D-7261.
Warden: Dr. █████!
Dr. █████: Frank, I need your help here!
**D-7261’s head begins to swell up.
General ████:** You two better figure out away to turn this piece of junk off, or I’ll put a bullet in both of your skulls!
Dr. ███: Warden, they’re trying everything in their power but nothing is working. I think we should leave the-
D-7261’s head explodes blowing a big chunk of brain tissue away and hitting the glass.
Everyone is silent for two seconds. Private █████████ then starts screaming and starts firing upon the witnesses, killing them. One of the bullets knocks the cap off of D-7261’s head. Private █████████ then slouches into a corner and sobs uncontrollably.
Private █████████: What kind of place is this?!
D-7261 gargles and his body shakes.
Private █████████: I can still hear him gargling. The humming. The buzzing!
D-7261’s body continues to jerk violently.
Private █████████: I can’t live in a world where this is allowed to happen! They can’t make me!
Private █████████ shoots himself in the head, killing him.
D-7261 slouches over dead and ceases movement.
<End Log>
Addendum-4924-2:
I haven’t seen Dr. Frank in days. Told me he was going to execute another D-Class.
Then I realized he was gonna use one of our new AOs to do it. It was located at the end of a hall, the door leading to a set of stairs. I finally reached the observation room and…God. Everyone was dead. On the ground, with gunshot wounds. My guess was that one of them couldn’t take it and just went ape shit.
What was weird was when I saw the D-Class on the other side. Guy looked like he was in one piece, but he was just slouched over and crying. I stole some gloves from Private █████████’s body and went to the other side to touch the chair. It was cold. As if the seat never sizzled. Then that D-Class looked up at me, and I shit you not, these were his words:
Please…shoot me…If you still want to kill me, just shoot me in the head…
-Researcher Francis Bach
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[Re-calibration Complete]
THIS DOCUMENT HAS BEEN UPDATED PER THE INFORMATION RECOVERED FROM AREA 57.
Item #: SCP-4924
Object Class: Safe
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| SCP-4924 prior to Incident-4924-1. |
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4924 is to be kept isolated in Area 57’s execution room. Under no circumstances are personnel allowed to access to SCP-4924. If for any reason a subject has entered SCP-4924, current witnesses are to be terminated and have a separate team retrieve the subject for debriefing and to be terminated by other means.
Description: SCP-4924 is an electric chair similar in design to the electric chair nicknamed “Old Sparky” that was formally in use at Georgia State Prison. It was first classified as an Anomalous Object because of it being unable to shut off after it was activated. SCP-4924 was addressed by the foundation after the botched execution of D-7261 and the deaths of every witness.
When activated, witnesses will believe that the subject is being electrocuted, but in reality, the subject is unharmed as SCP-4924 will not function. Witnesses will also believe that SCP-4924 cannot be shut off once it is activated. Any of the subjects actions such as moving or talking will be perceived as violent jerking and screaming, including hallucinations of smoke coming out of the subject or combustion, the subject bleeding out of their eyes, or parts of their body swelling up to the point where they explode. Witnesses are also observed to become increasingly emotionally distressed, whether this is caused by SCP-4924, or simply human reaction is unknown.
Incident-4924-1:
Subject: D-7261
Witnesses: Dr. Frank, General ████, Private 2nd Class █████████, Senior Researchers Dr. █████ and Dr. ███, and the Warden
Foreword: D-7261 is about to be executed by SCP-4924.
<Begin Log>
D-7261: Please, I’ve been trying to tell you since I got here, I was framed!
General ████: And we keep telling you likely story! You were in Death Row when you got here!
General ████ and Private █████████ begin tightening the straps attached to SCP-4924 and applying the cap attached to the cable to D-7261. Subject is in tears at this point.
D-7261: I would never kill my wife! Her actual killer is named-
General ████: Shut the fuck up!
General ████ strikes D-7261 across the face. He then applies the mouthpiece and eyepatches and leaves the room. The witnesses look angered.
Warden: D-7261, your requests for any more last words are denied. All of us here hope you burn in hell for your crimes.
D-7261: [Muffled pleading]
Warden: Silence! Prepare for execution in 3…2…1.
Dr. █████ activates SCP-4924.
D-7261: [Grunting]
D-7261 is observed frantically moving his head trying to remove the cap for approximately 10 seconds. The mouthpiece then comes off.
D-7261: Let me out!
Dr. ███: The mouthpiece came off. The chair is also smoking.
D-7261: What smoke?
D-7261 continues to jerk trying to remove the cap.
Warden: That’s enough. Turn it off.
Dr. █████: Sir, it won’t shut off.
Warden: What do you mean it won’t shut off?!
D-7261: I just want to leave! Please!
Private █████████: I’m sorry, I can’t stay here.
General ████: Hey, scaredy cat! Do you want to end up like that fucker over there? Get back here now!
Both of D-7261’s eyepatches come off due to D-7261’s jerking. He looks at the Warden who is still staring at him.
D-7261: Hey! How much longer am I gonna be in here?
Dr. ███: Oh god.
Private █████████: No, no, no, no, no, no…
General ████: Private!
Private █████████: His eyes popped out, and he’s bleeding out of his eyesoc-
General ████: Get ahold of yourself!
General ████ strikes Private █████████ across the face, the same way he did to D-7261.
Warden: Dr. █████!
Dr. █████: Frank, I need your help here!
D-7261 is frozen.
D-7261: Wait. What's going on here?
General ████: You two better figure out away to turn this piece of junk off, or I’ll put a bullet in both of your skulls!
Dr. ███: Warden, they’re trying everything in their power but nothing is working. I think we should leave the-
D-7261’s jerking causes the cap to tilt slightly. The witnesses stare in shock. Subject is nervous.
D-7261: Please…I just want out of here.
Everyone is silent for two seconds. Private █████████ then starts screaming and starts firing upon the witnesses, killing them. One of the bullets knocks the cap off of D-7261’s head. Private █████████ then slouches into a corner and sobs uncontrollably.
D-7261: Shit!
Private █████████: What kind of place is this?!
D-7261: H-Hey, can you untie me?
Private █████████: I can still hear him gargling. The humming. The buzzing!
D-7261: He’s not going to…no, calm down and get me out of here! Or at least shoot me!
Private █████████: I can’t live in a world where this is allowed to happen! They can’t make me!
Private █████████ shoots himself in the head, killing him. D-7261 is the only one left in the room.
D-7261: Oh no…God…Hello? Is anyone out there? Somebody! Anybody…oh god…
D-7261 slouches and begins to weep.
<End Log>
Item #: SCP-895-J
Object Class: SafeEuclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-895-J is to be kept in a far corner in the maintenance tunnel. Little surveillance may be brought within five meters of SCP-895-J, as it is considered the “Blue Zone,” where its anomalous properties cease.
Any on-site personnel exhibiting unusual behavior or signs of psychological trauma or nausea are to be medically examined and be scheduled for therapy or removed from the site.
SCP-895-J is to remain closed at all times and stored in an isolated containment cell 40 m below the maintenance tunnel. Access to the containment cell is to be through a concrete staircase. The door leading to the staircase is locked by a standard steel door that only allows access to level 4 personnel. Little surveillance may be brought within 5 m of SCP-895-J. Any personnel exhibiting symptoms of nausea or signs of psychological trauma are to be screened and scheduled for therapy or removed from the site. Also Private Jimmy, Captain Demarco and Dr. H are not allowed near SCP-895-J for their own sake.
Description: SCP-895-J is a black hexagonal shape coffin made out of spruce wood.. It was recovered from the Big Chungus Church by SCP-Personnel in 2000 and brought to site-42, following reports of unusual captures from locals filming at the church. A video surfaced online of a 22 year old British male by his channel name Baylista exploring the church, where he captured unusual material depicting [DATA EXPUNGED]. Hours after the video surfaced, it was taken down, MTF Beta-7 “Maz Hatters” units tracked him down, and he was forced to make a follow up video stating that the footage was staged as a coverup, before receiving Class A amnestics.
SCP-895-J causes disruptions in video and photographic surveillance equipment within its 25 meter “Red Zone,” causing hallucinations of suggestive to explicit content with said content becoming more extreme and disturbing. Within a range of 5 meters, designated the “Blue Zone,” hallucinations will cease, but if SCP-895-J is opened, footage captured inside SCP-895-J can cause severe distress and nausea in most subjects. However, such hallucinations and effects are not present with personnel not using photographic or surveillance equipment.
Any more information beyond this is subject to level 4 classification.
Addendum 895-J-1: Transcript from the discovery of SCP-895-J. MTF E-11 "Nine Tailed Fox" Private █████ was sent to locate and retrieve SCP-895-J. He was equipped with his P90 and video recorder attached to the eyepiece of his helmet. Private █████ communicates with Captain ███████ via radio.
Private █████: Captain, this is Private █████, the area seems to be vacant with no signs of civilians or church staff.
Captain ███████: This is Captain ███████ to Private █████, you are clear to enter.
Private █████: I am inside the church. [Private █████ pauses for 5 seconds] …What the hell?
Captain ███████: Private, what do you see?
Private █████: I’m seeing…two animatronic rabbits, both anthropomorphic, both feminine, one taller than the other, and more voluptuous, and they’re…I don’t know if I should continue describing what I’m seeing, cause this shit is bizarre.
Captain ███████: Please continue describing what you see.
Private █████: They seem to be kissing. [Private █████ takes off his video recorder] And they’re gone. Uh, captain, advise possible anomalous properties in effect.
Captain ███████: Copy that, Private. Please continue your way through.
After 5 minutes, Private █████ makes his way to the church walkway. He also is in a state of moderate disgust.
Private █████: I…[pause]…What the fuck am I looking at right now?
Captain ███████: What do you see now?
Private █████: Oh god…I-I’m seeing more of these rabbit things…and it…it just looks like one big [DATA EXPUNGED].
Private █████ pauses for another 5 seconds.
Private █████: I’m sorry, I need to put a stop to this.
Private █████ fires a sedative gas grenade from his P90. Once the gas clears up, no trace of the entities are found.
Private █████: They’re gone again…
Captain ███████: Please continue searching.
Private █████ makes his way to SCP-895-J. His breathing is slightly labored.
Private █████: Captain, I know I was trained to see this kind of stuff, but…requesting some time to get it together.
Captain ███████: Make it quick.
Two minutes pass and Private █████ seems to have regained his composure.
Private █████: Okay…I think I’m fine now. Still a bit queasy, but I think I can go on…No more of those bunny looking things. All that’s here is a coffin. Just gotta check if it’s real. [removes recording device] Yep, it’s real. [puts on recording device followed by chuckling] Kinda relieved.
Captain ███████: Private, open it up.
The sound of creaking can be heard from Private █████’s device, and there is no response from him.
Captain ███████: Private █████, what do you see in the coffin?
no response. Then a hush, entrancing and motherly voice can be heard.
???: █████? I’ve been waiting for you…
Captain ███████: Captain ███████ to Private █████, who was that just now, do you copy?
Private █████: [Sounds of coughing, gagging, and retching can be heard]…GET AWAY FROM ME!…[More sounds of coughing and retching]
Captain ███████: Fucking hell. Boys, we’re going in!
Three minutes later, Captain ███████ retrieves Private █████, and the rest of the team retrieve SCP-895-J. The unknown voice was also nowhere to be found.
Weeks later, Private █████ was scheduled to go to SCP-999’s chamber for possible therapy. If unsuccessful, he is to be discharged from the MTF.
Addendum 895-J-2: Three weeks after the incident from Addendum-895-J-1
The following are a series of tests of SCP-895-J
Test 1:
Subject: D-1738
D-1738, Dr. H, and Cpt. ███████ were instructed to meet Dr. Cain in the maintenance tunnel for testing of SCP-895-J.
D-1738: So, where exactly are you taking me?
Cpt. Demarco: I’m not legally allowed to answer that question.
D-1738: Oh.
Cpt. Demarco: But uh, what are you in for?
D-1738: I hired a hooker, she bit my tongue, I beat the shit out of her.
Cpt. Demarco: Huh. That’s bizarre. Let me tell you something, ok? You just don’t do hookers. You want a one night stand? Try something more classy or something. Who knows what kind of stuff they’ve contra-
Dr. H: I hate to be the fun hater here, but I suggest you two to refrain from conversation.
[The elevator door to the maintenance tunnel opens]
Dr. Cain: Oh, glad you three came here, and earlier than I expected too.
Cpt. Demarco: Well, we had to, unless we wanted to get demoted, or get killed if your in this guy’s predicament(nudging D-1738’s shoulder).
Dr. Cain:(Clears throat) You know why you are here today, correct?
D-1738: I don’t.
Dr. H: Well, that’s why Dr. Cain is here to explain. Doctor?
Dr. Cain: Uh, yes. We have brought you here for testing of an anomaly that we’ve recovered about three weeks ago, designated SCP-895-J.
Cpt. Demarco: Hey doc, what happened to Jimmy?
Dr. Cain: I will tell you in private. But back on topic, SCP-895-J is currently in the farest left corner of the maintenance tunnel, and we want you to approach it. We will give you an eye-mounted camera that is attached to this earpiece and radio. While you do that, please tell us what you see and if necessary, we will cut off the camera feed. Now D-1738, please put on the recording device.
[D-1738 puts on the recording device]
Dr. Cain: Now please proceed down the left hallway and make a right.
[D-1738 proceeds down the hallway as instructed]
Dr. Cain: See anything different so far?
D-1738: Uh, no.
Dr. Cain: Ok. Please turn right to the next hallway and make your way down.
[Away from microphone] (writing on clipboard) Subject D-1738 has just entered the 25 meter radius “Red Zone.”
D-1738: Uh doc, I’m seeing a girl in front of me. She’s looks about 18, and is in suggestive apparel. It’s also calling for me. What do I do?
Dr. Cain: Please continue down the hallway, make a left, but make no attempt to communicate with the girl.
[D-1738 continues down the hallway as instructed, and as he gets closer to the girl, she disappears]
D-1738: She disappeared. Man, this is kinda creepy.
Dr. Cain: Thank you. Now if you could please make a left and proceed straight for two hallways, and then a right, D-1738. [Away from microphone] (Writing on clipboard) Subject D-1738 came in contact with a young humanoid entity but as he came close to it, it disappeared.
[D-1738 turns left and proceeds down but stops at the end of the first hallway]
Dr.Cain: What seems to be the trouble, D-1738?
D-1738: There’s more women, same age group as the last one, and they’re [DATA EXPUNGED]. I…I don’t feel so good.
Dr. Cain: Do you feel like you need to vomit?
D-1738: A bit, yeah.
Dr. Cain: D-1738, we advise you continue, but if you need to take a break, you may.
[D-1738 is observed laying on the ground and breathing, and presumably with his eyes closed]
Dr. Cain: Are you doing better now?
D-1738: I guess so.
Dr. Cain: Now, make your way down the next hallway, make a right, please.
[D-1738 continues proceeding to the end of the second hallway, makes a right, and comes in visual contact with SCP-895-J. Hallucinations have ceased]
D-1738: Ok, I found a coffin. Is this the so called “anomaly’ you were talking about?
Dr. Cain: That is correct.
D-1738: But yeah, I found it. Is that…it sounds like someone with a squeaky voice.
Dr. Cain: Please open SCP-895-J.
[D-1738 slowly proceeds to open SCP-895-J. A hand belonging to a young girl [R years of age comes into frame]
???: Onii ch-
[D-1738 quickly closes SCP-895-J]
D-1738: (Yelling) No no no no no no no no no!
Dr. Cain: D-1738, can you describe what you saw?
[No response]
Dr. Cain: D-1738?
D-1738: You don’t wanna fucking know.
Dr. Cain: Can someone get him over here?
[Captain Demarco retrieves D-1738 and escorts him to meet up with Dr. H, and Dr. Cain]
Dr. Cain: Captain Demarco and Dr. H, please take D-1738 to receive class A amnestics and then take him back to his cell. And hand me the device so I can look at the footage for further investigation.
Test 1 end
Test 2: One day after TEST 1
Subject: Dr. H
Dr. H was instructed to meet with Dr. Cain in the maintenance tunnel. Once there, he was given the same recording device from test 1, as well as a clipboard and a No. 2 pencil.
Dr. H: You wanted me here, Dr. Cain?
Dr. Cain: Uh, yes. You volunteered to be today’s next subject for testing?
Dr. H: I did. And I wanted to ask you something. Why exactly did you cut the feed on yesterday’s test?
Dr. Cain: I…can’t say. I don’t even want to think about it.[Pauses for 2 seconds] But anyways, you know the rules, approach SCP-895-J’s location and point out any anomalous activity.
Dr. H: I know the drill.
Dr. Cain: Good. Although, we will have to take a different route. Now put on the device please.
[Dr. H puts on the recording device]
Dr. Cain: Now, please make your way to the center hallway and turn left.
[Dr. H proceeds down the center hallway, turns left, and he stops]
Dr. H: I see something.
Dr. Cain: Please state what you see, Dr. H.
Dr. H: I’m seeing a man, he looks Brazilian, muscular build, and he’s wearing nothing but a thong.(Writes in clipboard) Just taking notes on my clipboard.
Dr. Cain: When you’re done with that, please continue down the hallway, make another right, and don’t attempt to communicate with the man.
[Dr. H continues down the hallway, passing by the man in the thong before it disappears]
Dr. H: Uh, the man disappeared. Is this normal?
Dr. Cain: That is considered normal.
Dr. H: Noted. [Dr. H turns to his left] Oh my god.
Dr. Cain: What’s the matter?
Dr. H: To the left of me are…two more men, now nude, and one of them is [DATA EXPUNGED] with a more feminine looking male. And there’s [DATA EXPUNGED] all over the walls. (Audibly uncomfortable) I guess I have to write that down, but it’s probably gonna get expunged anyways.
Dr. Cain: Once you got that down, proceed down the two hallways and turn left again, please.
[Dr. H does as instructed]
Dr. H: Ugh! Fucking shit!
Dr. Cain: Reason for stopping again, Dr. H?
Dr. H: Um, I think I’ll just put it in short. Cock and ball torture.
Dr. Cain: Can you be more specific?
[Dr. H hesitates for a moment]
Dr. H: (sighs) It’s [DATA EXPUNGED].
Dr. Cain: Erm, thank you. There should be one last hallway.
Dr. H: Hey, before I do that, can I take a water break? Seeing all this shit is making my stomach upset.
Dr. Cain: You may.
[Dr. H takes four gulps of water before walking down the last hallway to SCP-895-J. Hallucinations have ceased]
Dr. H: I have reached SCP-895-J. There’s also no more signs of hallucinations.
Dr. Cain: Got that down. Go ahead and open it up.
Dr. H: Hold on. I’m hearing something. Sounds like a man speaking in a foreign language.
Dr. Cain: Can you describe it?
Dr. H: Uh, give me a moment, sounds a lot like Portuguese.
Dr. Cain: I’m picking it up as well. Open it up.
[Dr. H proceeds to peek inside SCP-895-J]
???: Da o cu pra min, é? “Ein” safado? Vou deixar o oco nesse rabo.
[Dr. H can be heard screaming before finally closing SCP-895-J]
Dr. Cain: Dr. H? Dr. H, please slow down.
[Dr. H sprints back to the elevator, and vomits in front of Dr. Cain before fainting]
Dr. Cain: Shit. (On radio) Uh, Dr. Macguffin, I want you to take over as the lead for tomorrow’s test. I need to take Dr. H in for medical evaluation.
Test 2 end
Test 3: One day after test 2
Subject: Captain Demarco
[Cpt. Demarco was instructed to go to the maintenance tunnel]
Cpt. Demarco: Oh, good afternoon, Doctor…
Dr. Macguffin: Senior Researcher Dr. Macguffin, level 5 clearance.
Cpt. Demarco: Well, good to see you doctor. Uh, do you have any idea what happened to Private Jimmy? The guy responsible for retrieving this SCP? Dr. Cain said he would tell me in private but never did. I just hope the guy’s okay.
Dr. Macguffin: Private Jimmy is doing fine. He was reported acting normal after undergoing therapy in SCP-999’s chamber last week.
Cpt. Demarco: Oh, thank god. I’m guessing we should get back on topic. I’m gonna be today’s guinea pig, right? [Chuckling]
[Dr. Macguffin makes no change in expression]
Cpt. Demarco: Nevermind.
Dr. Macguffin: I have attached a camera to the eyepiece of your helmet, the same device used by Private Jimmy. Seeing that you’re a commander and have been in more missions than him, I feel that you would be most cut out for testing. Now if you could make your way to farest right corner of the maintenance tunnel.
[Captain Demarco makes his way to the farest right corner of the maintenance tunnel]
Cpt. Demarco: I’ve reached the right corner. What are my next instructions?
Dr. Macguffin: Make your way straight to SCP-895-J and only stop if you see anything unusual.
[Captain Demarco proceeds to walk down three hallways and stops at the end of the third]
Cpt. Demarco: Hold up, I’m seeing something.
Dr. Macguffin: State what you see.
Cpt. Demarco: It looks to be a woman, blonde hair, she’s got a nice body, and she’s in nothing but her underwear.
Dr. Macguffin: Continue your way down the hallway but don’t make any attempt to communicate with the entity.
[Captain Demarco proceeds down the fourth hallway, and the woman disappears. He stops again halfway down the fourth hallway]
Cpt. Demarco: What the fuck?
Dr. Macguffin: Reasons for stopping?
Cpt. Demarco: [Moderately disgusted] Yeah uh, the hallway seems to be covered in sweat and Vaginal fluids, and I see two more women, one of them [DATA EXPUNGED] the other. And down the fifth hallway are five more women, and [DATA EXPUNGED] [Coughing]
Dr. Macguffin: Proceed down the next two hallways and don’t stop.
Cpt. Demarco: Can I to take a breather first?
Dr. Macguffin: I said proceed down the next two hallways and don’t stop.
Cpt. Demarco: Gagh! Fine.
[Captain Demarco paces down the next two hallways all while trying not to retch before reaching SCP-895-J. Hallucinations have ceased]
Cpt Demarco: [Slightly labored breathing] Ok, I found SCP-895-J, permission to take a break now?
Dr. Macguffin: Open SCP-895-J and state what you see.
Cpt. Demarco: Come on, doc. I’ve made it past that shit like you told me to, just let me breathe. I feel like I’m gonna lose it.
Dr. Macguffin: Do as I say now, Captain Demarco.
Cpt. Demarco: Buddy, I ain’t some fuck in an orange jumpsuit who got here because he beat the shit out of a hooker who bit his tongue. Yeah, I’m a goddamn stud but I’m not Hercules. I just need a breather. Is that too much to ask for? Is it?
Dr. Macguffin: [Angered] Do not question me, Captain Demarco. If you continue to disobey my orders, I will have you terminated. Now open SCP-895-J and tell me what you see.
[Captain Demarco walks closer to SCP-895-J]
Cpt. Demarco: [Sighs and talks to himself] Okay. It’s okay, Demarco. You made it this far, no turning back now. You-you can do this. If Jimmy could do this, you can do this.
[Captain Demarco hesitates for a moment, but proceeds to open SCP-895-J, before being pulled into SCP-895-J by an unknown force]
Cpt. Demarco: Oh shi-
Dr. Macguffin: Captain Demarco, do you copy?
[No response]
[Two minutes go by]
Dr. Macguffin: Captain Demarco, do you copy?!
[One minute goes by before audio connection re-establishes]
Cpt. Demarco: What’s going on?
Dr. Macguffin: What happened just now?
Cpt. Demarco: I don’t know. Everything was so blue and then it became all red and there was Mal0, and now I’m in my apartment with SCP-895-J in front of me. Why’s everything such a mess, I never leave my house looking like this.
[A loud bang can be heard]
Cpt. Demarco: What the fuck was that? OH-
[Multiple gunshots]
Dr. Macguffin: Captain Demarco?
Cpt. Demarco: What the hell are you? Get away from me you crazy Bitch!
???: Please give me huggie wuggies uwu!
Cpt. Demarco: What the fuck are you saying?! [Yelps]
???: Rawr! X3! OWO what’s this? *Notices your bulge*
Cpt. Demarco: (Incomprehensible yelling in terror) Fuck you, you goddamn coffin!
[Private Jimmy enters the maintenance tunnel]
Pvt. Jimmy: What’s going on?
Dr. Macguffin: Private Jimmy, get out of here now. I don’t want any distractions on this test.
Private Jimmy: Who’s that on the mic? Sounds like the captain.
Dr. Macguffin: That’s none of your concern. I need you out of here now.
[Private Jimmy pauses for a moment]
Dr. Macguffin: [Angered]: Are you even listening to me?
[Private Jimmy suddenly runs to Captain Demarco’s location]
Dr. Macguffin: Private!
Pvt. Jimmy: Captain, I’m coming!
[Private Jimmy sprints to the farest left corner where SCP-895-J is. He then enters SCP-895-J]
???: What’s this? Another plaything? Want to fu-
[Sounds of porcelain breaking, furniture falling over, and punching can be heard from Demarco’s microphone. Private Jimmy finally comes out of SCP-895-J with Captain Demarco over his shoulder now paralyzed in fear]
Pvt. Jimmy: Oh my god captain, are you alright?
Cpt. Demarco: (Labored breathing)….Thank you….just please….get me out of here….and tell the doc that he’s a cunt.
[Private Jimmy takes Captain Demarco back to the elevator]
Dr. Macguffin: Hey, what are you doing? Come back here you fucking cunt!
Pvt. Jimmy: Sorry doc, but…[sing-songy] You’re the cunt![Pointing at Dr. Macguffin and the elevator door closes]
Test 3 end
Results:
SCP-895-J has the ability to cause hallucinations of questionable to explicit content with said content becoming more extreme the closer any form of photographic or surveillance equipment is, but subject seems to know what first-hand observers find arousing, and use it to toy with them.
Following results from test 3, more has been revealed on SCP-895-J’s unusual properties. SCP-895-J appears to be empty when viewed by subjects physically present, but when seen with photographic or surveillance equipment, houses a pocket dimension also housing an unknown entity, designated SCP-895-J-1.
SCP-895-J-1 appears as a nude female humanoid entity measuring 2 meters in height. Subject shows very little muscle mass in the upper and forearms, but possesses huge hands. It’s mid torso is smaller compared to the chest and waist. Other bodily features are similar to that of a human woman, except for its head, which is similar to that of a coyote, also possessing horns and a tail similar to that of a lizard.
SCP-895-J-1 was discovered by Captain ███████ in test 3. Dr. Cain was unsure if it was just another hallucination made by SCP-895-J, but it was later revealed that SCP-895-J-1 was able to make physical contact with Captain ███████, proving that it wasn’t a hallucination. It is unsure if subject is hostile or not, but it attempted to [DATA EXPUNGED] with Captain ███████, who was eventually rescued by Private █████. SCP-895-J-1 is also believed to be the culprit of SCP-895-J’s hallucinations.
Dr. Cain’s journal entry (Level 4/895-J or O5 clearance required)
