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SCP- 4983
Item #: SCP- 4983
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP- 4983 is to be held in a secure box made from the bark of a deceased weeping willow tree. The box is to be kept locked at all times between the hours of 0200-1200. In the other hours of the day, there is to be a writer1 in there at all times, allowing only seven minute breaks every two hours. It is currently class four restricted access until we know more. SCP- 4983 is known to get belligerent and reply in a angry manner to everything written to it in the hours of 0200-0600. From 0600-1200, 4983 disappears, not writing again until the given time. When it does return, it refuses to reply to anything said in the hours of 0600-1200. No one is allowed to ask for, or accept, the object to grant them life happiness, unless a writer or given direct orders.
Description: SCP- 4983 (also referred to as [REDACTED] by Dr. Bright) is a 16cm/14cm red notebook. It contains thin black pages made out of an unknown material. Connected to a protruding bookmark ribbon, is a thin white marker, which is the only thing able to write on the pages. After many tests, it has been proven that ████ is the only material able to cut through the ribbon. We have also found that the removed part of it disintegrated mere seconds after being separated, and the bookmark somehow regenerated during the next resting period. So far we have not been able to find a material that can tear through the pages. When writing, either the notebook, or some other entity, responds in a pink colored cursive. We have not been able to convince the entity to tell us who it is, or any information about itself. We also have not been able to figure out how it finds out the information it has proven to know beforehand about the writers. After a short period of time, if the entity feels a connection to the current writer, it will begin to give them gifts through the notebook. The objects just appear on top of the pages, nothing visually showing us how this happens. After a few hours of the same writer communicating with 4983, it will start appearing very enthusiastic about gift giving, even telling the writer that it can give them the object to grant them eternal and fulfilling happiness. If the writer asks them to do just that, SCP- 4983 will give them the optimum object to kill themselves with. The writer is unable to resist the urge, with some writers even being able to break through bonds made from steel, and other extremely strong materials with ease. The weapons disintegrate into a fine orange powder of an unknown substance after the writer has died. All tests so far have failed to keep the writer alive, and keep 4983 happy. SCP- 4983 has also been proven to prey upon the worries of the writer.
Writing Log #██2
(All writers are informed beforehand that 4982 will respond to them and that random things may appear on the notebook at any time. That is all they are told, other then to keep writing.)
Writer █-███: Hello.
4983: Hello [REDACTED]. I am very sorry to hear about your father.
Writer █-███: How do you know my name? Or about my father? I just found out about him last night.
4983: Don't worry about that [REDACTED].
4983: So how do you feel currently?
Writer █-███: No. Tell me how you know my name. And how you know about my father.
4983: What's your favorite color? How about food?
Writer █-███: Who the fuck are you?
At this point the test was stopped. We found it may be dangerous to both 4982 and the writer if we allowed it to continue. 4983 did not respond to any messages until after it's next resting period.
Writing log #██
Writer █-███: Hey.
4983: Hello [REDACTED]. How's the baby?
Writer █-███: [REDACTED]? Oh she's doing amazing. She was born at a healthy 8lbs, with the most gorgeous green eyes just like her mother.
4983: She sounds hideous, don't you think so?
Writer █-███: What? No. What are you talking about?
4983: [REDACTED], you know your wife's eyes are blue, not green, and your own eyes are a deep beautiful brown. There is no way that [REDACTED] is your child. It's just not possible. I know you know, deep in your heart, that [REDACTED]'s not your daughter, and I know it just kills you inside.
Writer █-███: Yes.. It truly does. I can't even bare to be in the same room with that monster, and I can't look [REDACTED] in the eyes anymore. I can't even say with certainty that I still love her.
4983: And I imagine you're so very very unhappy with this. Depressed even.
Writer █-███: Yes. Most definitely. I could barely get out of bed today. I just always feel such a crushing sadness. (At this point Writer █-██ starts to sob and the notebook gives him a box of tissues.)
Writer █-███: Thank you.
4983: What would you say if I told you I could give you the object to grant you eternal happiness?
Writer █-███: I would take it. Immediately.
4983: Here it is. (At this moment, a small shiv made out of a red colored material appears on the notebook. Writer █-███ immediately grabs it and shoves it into his chest, straight into his heart.
(It was found out through testing a few weeks later that [REDACTED] was indeed his child, which makes us question 4983's motives even more.)
