[ A work in progress. Please bear with me - This is arguably my first document and I really do hope it gets approved. I am trying to get people to voice the transcripts, too, as in SCP-049's (and others') files, but that might take a bit longer. Of course, when I'm ready to throw this under the spotlight officially, I will remove this comment. Thank you.
- LEVEL 04 AGENT V. TAKEN ]
Item #: SCP-ʤ "███'s Doll"
Object Class: Safe Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-ʤ is to be housed in a 10 x 10 x 10 containment cube, four video-cameras in its corners, with a glass observation window, similar in thickness to a steel beam, sporting a single key-card-locked door, at Site-06-3. SCP-ʤ should annually be administered three pills from a seemingly bottomless jar labelled "Humanities", referred to as SCP-ʤ-2. Any and all personnel opening the jar should be wearing rubber gloves to prevent direct physical contact with the pills.
SCP-ʤ is allowed daily trips around the Site as well-practiced behavior permits. Every morning during the hour of 7:00 A.M. Pacific Standard Time, SCP-ʤ should be given a mug filled with "Yuban" brand black coffee. Despite its apparent addiction to caffeine, it has no recorded need for sleep or other sustenance, making it relatively cheap to contain.
In the event of a breach (to be labeled "Incident ʤ-Zulu-1" and so-forth), MTF-Lambda-12 ("Pest Control") is to be dispatched to Site-06-3 and immediately begin tracing the location of SCP-ʤ. SCP-ʤ is to be heavily dosed with any and all tranquilizer material / ammunition on-hand during the operation.
Description: SCP-ʤ appears to be a human male standing at 1.8 meters, appearing no older than its late-thirties. Stitched into the space around its left eye is a triangular slate of metal identified by the subject as a form of "mithril", a material mostly known in fiction. SCP-ʤ is always dressed in what it calls uniform, being a crimson-colored cloak of indecipherable origin / craft and a solid-gray base.
In-depth examinations of the subjects' external features reveal that its visible eye, its right, is not only the color of silver but can be thinned to resemble that of a reptile or feline - both are possibilities for origin as of 11-██-19██. The underside of SCP-ʤ's arms, notably in the folds of its elbows, consist of translucent-red scales instead of skin. The species associated is currently unknown, fish, reptile or otherwise.
SCP-ʤ is almost inseparable from the ██████ longsword it carries. Its original forger / style is currently unknown, though SCP-ʤ claims "my father made it". The blade itself appears to be made for frequent combat, sporting several marks evidently revealing previous chips. How they were filled, SCP-ʤ refuses to answer. On December █, 19██, SCP-ʤ finally let go of its weapon as per standard confiscation protocols.
SCP-ʤ, during any and all interviews, answers to questions directed personally or in a probing manner by abruptly switching languages, known to speak fluently in English, Spanish, most east-Asian languages, and several from European countries, including French, Greek and of course Latin, with the exception of an unknown manner of speech utilizing terms similar to those in Old Norse.
The anomalous activities it normally pursues include the manifestation of objects from thin air - in an un-patterned manner - and nightly telepathic conversations with SCP-14██. It seems to be in control of its abilities, if only partially, meaning it has known it possessed the "powers" for years before. SCP-ʤ displays various uses of magics including telekinetic interactions and the practice of elemental control. It is normally unfazed when questioned after occasional amnestics are administered to wipe the events of a recent, failed cross-testing. The effects of the drugs only begin to make themselves useful after a full twenty-four hours have passed, long enough for SCP-ʤ to record the events in its journal. The notebook is to be confiscated The notebook is designated SCP-ʤ-3.
Cross-testing with SCP-ʤ should be kept minimal and should only be undertaken by staff with Level-04 or higher clearance and no less than two armed guards - SCP-ʤ is liable to bolt at the first chance it is given along with another subject, as it is furious to return to its home, across the globe as it may be. It expresses no concern for its personal safety and instead offers help when not in an enraged state, which always takes place during a New moon in November. The cause of the moon's effect is currently unknown.
When introduced to a human or otherwise humanoid subject, SCP-ʤ will attempt to converse, at first taking on its supposed native tongue - English, boasting a faint British accent - and adapting to however the subject responds. SCP-ʤ has even been recorded creating low-to-high-pitched growls and chitters. How it is capable of vocalizing these sounds is due to a certain █████ in its █████ ███.
Addendum ʤ.1: SCP-ʤ, as of █-8-20██, has been recorded in its cube chuckling to itself quietly for a few hours, no matter its situation. The laugh-cycle begins nightly at █:23 p.m. PST sharp and lasting until █:45 p.m. PST. At the end of the allotted time frame, SCP-ʤ speaks in a mocking tone, the exact same words each time: "Oh, ho. Arie would like you."
The identity of "Arie" or the entity SCP-ʤ is speaking to is under investigation. Several investigative teams have been dispatched to the location of the first meeting with SCP-ʤ, also the point-of-contact with several other subjects dubbed SCP-ʤ-4-13. Most of the creatures in its home are pets like small reptiles and arachnids, though two human females have been recorded in the residence. They did not give their names, and probes into legal city documents do not prove successful in uncovering birth certificates or proof of ownership of the house.
They are, however, allowed to keep the building until SCP-ʤ is released or when it is classified as Explained.
The first cross-testing with SCP-ʤ was placed, curiously, with SCP-166.
Interviews with SCP-ʤ are given under the oversight of Doctor Elijah Itkin and undertaken by LV.-03 Researcher David W. Loyd.
Date - █-16-20██
Interviewer: Rs. David Loyd
Interviewee: SCP-ʤ
Subject: Test ʤ-166-A1
[ BEGIN LOG ]
Loyd: Good morning, ʤ.
ʤ: To you as well, doctor.
Loyd: I assume you know why I'm here today, yes?
ʤ: Is it not for the accounts of the last "test" between myself and the (sarcastically) delightful young girl?
Loyd: You know you are lucky to even have gotten a chance to meet 166.
ʤ: Yes, well. (A short pause.) Some people are better left without knowledge of.
Loyd: Are you going to direct that at this interview?
ʤ: [Translated from French] I do not care for your trivia, doctor. [English] … Get on with it, then.
Loyd: If you would allow me. (Ruffling papers.) You know the "I.D." of the girl, is that correct?
ʤ: You referred to her as One-Sixty-Six, did you not?
Loyd: Good. Are you aware you are, or at least appear to be, immune to the overwhelming urge displayed by human males nearby?
ʤ: I am not attracted to her in any way. [Translated from Vietnamese] I am a married man, doctor.
Loyd: I'm- I'm sorry, can you repeat that?
ʤ: (Slightly agitated.) What's your next inquiry, hm?
Loyd: Ah. Ahem. 166 as a whole - did she mean anything to you?
ʤ: (Chuckling.) That's a good question, doctor.
Loyd: Spare me the theatrics. Please answer the question, ʤ.
ʤ: Alright, as you wish. No, I don't care for her. I admit she reminded me of an old friend, but I do not know her.
Loyd: Who else does 166 remind you of?
ʤ: [Translated from Russian] I have claimed before, doctor, the "succubus" reminds me of my own. I believe you would know her, as I have said, by "██████".
Loyd: . . I'm. . sorry, I don't quite understand that.
ʤ: I have no need to repeat myself, doctor. 166 is naught but a memory to me. Let us make this conversation so as well.
Loyd: ʤ, I'm not permitted to leave this room unless you have no more information on the girl. Did she say anything to you that you believe could be of any importance?
ʤ: (A pause. Softly.) … No. Nothing that would serve you any good.
Loyd: Did she mention anything about her mother? Father?
ʤ: (Slightly louder.) No, of course not. I meant what I said.
Loyd: Please, ʤ, don't hold anything back. All I'm asking for is—
ʤ: I have given you what I know. She said nothing of her heritage. The only thing she cared enough about to talk with me of was her faith in God that she might leave this hell.
Loyd: … thank you, SCP-ʤ. That concludes this session. Expect your next test in a week. I look forward to the results.
ʤ: Tch. You're going to end up causing a breach one day, Doctor Loyd.~
Loyd: Goodbye, ʤ.
ʤ: Good riddance.
[ END LOG ]
After the interview, SCP-ʤ has shown increasingly aggressive behaviors, keeping itself in check enough to let out no more than foul language and gestures. The cause of this agitation is under investigation.
The next test took place after SCP-ʤ calmed down significantly, exactly seven days after the interview.
Date: █-23-20██
Subjects: SCP-ʤ/ SCP-166
Test: ʤ-166-A2
[ BEGIN LOG ]
(Silence.)
166: …S-so… hi…?
ʤ: Konnichiwa.
**166*: …what?
ʤ: (Sigh.) Japanese for hi. Anywhom… (Picking up a note.) … apparently we're stuck in here for the next half-hour. Anythin' ya wanna know?…
166: No, I couldn't p-possibly ask… I have no right…
ʤ: Absurd. C'mon. Ask.
166: (Nervously.) U-uhm… how… how old are you?
ʤ: Oh. I'm… practically older than G█████ W██████████.
166: R-really? What was it like back then?
ʤ: Heheh… it was… full of battles. Lot of blood. In fact, I was on the frontlines during the Revolution.
166: Whoa… you were a Patriot?…
ʤ: (Rubbing its neck.) I… didn't say that…
166: Oh? Did you fight for the British?…
ʤ: I didn't fight for either side. I killed who I was paid to kill - fortunately it was the Americans who hired me.
(A slightly disturbed 166.)
166: … you… you're an assassin?
ʤ: (A short laugh.) You could say that. More a mercenary. Still am. If you wanted, I could get us out of here. Find you a home. The like.
166: N-no, I'm fine. I kind of like it here. It's so quiet, and I get so much time to myself.~
ʤ: Pray tell how you keep yourself entertained.
[A photograph of SCP-ʤ and a small girl manifests on the table. ʤ seems flustered.]
ʤ: I-I- Uhh- That's… mine-
166: (Picking up the photo.) Aww. Is that your daughter?~
ʤ: …no. (folding its hands together.) That… was my niece.
166: (A pause.) …was?
ʤ: (Wiping its nose.) Aye. Her and my little sister. Dead.
166: Oh… I'm sorry to hear that. (Setting the photo on the table again.)
ʤ: Don't be. If she were still here, I wouldn't have had a chance to meet ya.
166: I- (Its face reddens.) I…
ʤ: (A smile.) Heheh. 'Ts the matter, kiddo?~
(High-pitched squealing.)
[ AUDIO CUTS ]
[ END LOG ]
SCP-ʤ, after being removed from the containment chamber, began showing increased concern for the well-being of SCP-166. SCP-ʤ could be exhibiting some kind of paternal instinct towards SCP-166, as it does not seem to be any older than it looks.
SCP-ʤ has begun to implement a change in its behavioral cycle. It has become slowly worse over the seven days between its next interview. On every recorded interaction between it and another subject, however, it keeps these abnormalities to itself.
Date: █-30-20██
Interviewer: Dr. David Loyd
Interviewee: SCP-ʤ
Subject: Test ʤ-166-A2
[ BEGIN LOG ]
Loyd: Hello again, ʤ.
ʤ: (Brushing off its lap.) Mornin', doc.
Loyd: If you don't mind me saying, you seem more… laid back.
ʤ: Well, you fear me enough to keep me here, I might as well make myself comfortable.
Loyd: Fair enough. You know 166 well enough by now to answer a few simple questions, right?
ʤ: As long as you aren't trying to get me to tell you how large her chest is, yes.
Loyd: I assure you, I have no interest in… that. Instead, I'm here to ask about names-
ʤ: (Overlapping.) She hasn't told me nor will she. As for mine, you might as well ask the CIA for a toe pic.
Loyd: …They are known to grant, ʤ. Please be careful.
ʤ: Eh, I don't mind much. What's your question, then, hm?
Loyd: If you're truly comfortable, at least, have you given or do you plan on giving SCP-166 a nickname?
ʤ: Yes, in fact I have. She prefers being called ██████, whatever reason that may be I have no clue. I just go along with it.
Loyd: (Taking notes.) Alright. And has she taken enough liking to you to give you one, too?
ʤ: She doesn't know what I am, much less willing to call me out.
Loyd: Perhaps we should place you two together for a specific bonding session. No Bibles, no television, no toys, absolutely no sword. You could tell her stories, she can tell you about the rest of the facility, etc. Does that sound enjoyable?
ʤ: …as… tempting as that sounds, no, I'll have to decline. [Translated from Mandarin] They're serving empanadas this week and I'd rather not ruin my appetite with stories about snake-women trying to seduce me.
Loyd: I- I'm sorry, ʤ, can you please repeat that in English?
ʤ: I mean I can.
Loyd: …ʤ, this is childish.
ʤ: You have me locked up. You took my blade. You might as well take my voice box.
Loyd: (Tiredly.) SCP-ʤ, if you keep this up, I'll have to terminate the interview.
(Silence.)
Loyd: …thank you. Your paired session will be tomorrow morning. I'll interview you in the evening. Thank you, ʤ. I'll see you tomorrow.
ʤ: It's a date.
Loyd: (A short chuckle.) Between you and 166, sure.
ʤ: I- That's not- …Vai'sey cort'al, Do'tre.
Loyd: Is- …nevermind. Good day, ʤ. (Away from mic.) What do you mean that isn't literate?-
[ END LOG ]
Doctor David Loyd, shortly after the interview, reported frequent, weak telepathic messages coming from an unknown source. The doctor claimed the voice of the speaker sounded similar, if not the same as SCP-ʤ. Research is ongoing as to the real sender.
Below are a few of the messages he received, being within distance of a pen and paper at the time.
"Hello, Doctor."
"Are you available to talk?…"
"I'm sorry if I'm causing stress."
"I wanted to say I accept your offer…"
"Your friend in the cell."
"He asked me to tell you he changed his mind."
"Obliged to you for hearing me…"
A final test was conducted after these messages were reported to the Site Director. A transcript is provided below. The test (along with the previous tests) was conducted in SCP-166's containment chamber.
In this test, Doctor Itkin participated. He spoke through a wired radio connected to SCP-ʤ's audio recorder. What little he said was scrubbed of most of its static effect.
Questioning is under way to have SCP-ʤ given an application to MTF-Alpha-9.
Date Recorded / Transcripted: ██-6-20██
Subjects: SCP-ʤ / SCP-166 / Doctor Elijah Itkin
Topic of discussion: Unfamiliarity
[ BEGIN LOG ]
Itkin [Through a voice recorder, unable to be in the containment cell]: SCP-ʤ and SCP-166, please take your seats.
(SCP's ʤ and 166 take the respective chairs set aside for them.)
Itkin: Good. Now, the first prompt I've been tasked with giving you is as follows: "Do you have anything in common?"
166: U-uhm, question.
Itkin: (A pause.) …yes?
166: I-Is he supposed to be here, too? (pointing at SCP-ʤ)
ʤ: I'm right here, kiddo.
Itkin: Yes, 166, SCP-ʤ is supposed to be in front of you. As far as we can tell, he's unable to be affected by your appearance. Please answer the prompt.
166: O-okay! Ehm… Well… I-I guess being people is something we have in common.
ʤ: Have you ever leveled a cliff?~
166: What?! N-no, I haven't… Don't tell me you have?!
ʤ: Jeez. You're awfully jumpy. What's the matter there?
166: I- Y-you dodged the question…
ʤ: So did you. (A shrug.)
166: I-I'm okay, I guess. (With wide eyes.) …h-have you… really leveled a cliff?…
ʤ: Did you hear about the landslide in the eastern U.S. a few years ago?
Itkin: [Static-like.] You caused that landslide? We almost lost an MTF in the event!
ʤ: (Waving his hand.) Yes, yes, casualties were bound to occur. I did it to save your hides, doctor.
166: Uhm… saving us from what?…
ʤ: (A pause. Taking a sip of the coffee set in a mug on the table between it and 166.) …In a sense, from my own kin.
166: Your… kin? Did you kill your own family?… (leaning back as much as it could to lengthen the distance between the subjects.)
ʤ: Oh, good heavens no!~ They weren't in any way my family. If anything, they killed mine! I was closing off their "nests" to make sure they couldn't infest any more soil.
Itkin: SCP-ʤ, there aren't any records of anomalous entities in the portion of the United States that the landslide hit, save a few SCP-███ dens. You aren't talking about them, are you?
ʤ: ███? Those are… the red ███-like bastards, aren't they? Oh gods no, I got rid of those things when they attacked my hometown. See, the whole of that mountain range is practically a breeding ground for ████████. They're all hidden from your tech-y junk with their █████. That's why you couldn't find me until a few years ago.~
166: (Nervously.) H-hey, u-uhm, can I ask you something?
(A short pause.)
ʤ: …Sure, ███.
166: Do you… think anybody here is a monster?
(Dead silence. ʤ leans forward in its chair, folding its hands together.)
ʤ: (Taking another drink.) …there are people I could definitely mistake for monsters. You're not one of them, pray I didn't have to say. You don't strike the same danger sense. Of course, that could just be the innocent bubble or an act, but either way… Yes. I think some of the people here are monsters. (Looking up at one of the cameras behind 166 so as not to catch its face. Speaking gruffly.) They know who they are.
166: O-oh… I didn't know you felt like that…
ʤ: (Raising an eyebrow.) Really? What part of that seemed out-of-character for me?
166: …Fair point… (A short, disappointed sigh.)
Itkin: …so… that went… way off-topic. I guess I didn't really help. [A metallic laugh.] Are you ready for the next prompt, or…?
166: Wait! I want to ask another question!
Itkin: Feel free. I am just offering conversation-starters.
166: (Leaning forward, her hands on the table, fingers spread apart.) Have you met any other people like me?
(An awkward pause. ʤ shifts in its chair uncomfortably.)
ʤ: …y-yes. Yes I have.
166: (A small smile.) Really?! What were they like?!
ʤ: Well- to answer that sincerely, I must say she's an awful lot like me, just… flirty.
166: …flirty…? (Tilting her head.)
ʤ: Aye. A… a real player, she is. Strangely enough, your nickname is, uh… a part of her name.
(A quiet 166.)
ʤ: (Leaning back, murmuring incoherently. He speaks normally after a minute.) See, kiddo, every non-demonic or hell-born entity is born with a double exactly like you, but… lacking the dignity. I myself am no exception. [In Japanese.] Lo and behold, my succubus double is named █████████. █████████ ████.
[ Audio cuts before SCP-166 can respond. Doctor Itkin was left in the dark for the duration of the conversation. ]
[ END LOG ]
Further cross-testing or interviews featuring SCP-ʤ are delayed until any information can be uncovered regarding the identity of:
1. The females residing in SCP-ʤ's home.
2. The hell-born SCP-ʤ refers to as "██████" (newly labeled SCP-ʤ-14).
3. SCP-ʤ's original name / heritage.
Access to this file is strictly forbidden to personnel with Level-02 Clearance or lower.