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CLASSIFIED

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Euclid

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained within a standard Foundation aviary and is to be provided with 100ml of cephalopod ink daily, and an unruled composition notebook on request.

All testing with SCP-XXXX is to be approved by Level-4 personnel and all personnel testing with SCP-XXXX are to be accompanied by 2 Site Security personnel. If SCP-XXXX becomes aggressive towards any Site staff, it is to be temporarily disabled and all staff are to be evacuated until deemed acceptable.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a Streptopelia decaocto made up of various mechanical parts such as: gears, springs, various pneumatic, and hydraulic joints, and fountain pen nibs. SCP-XXXX normal behavior consists of a “resting state” and an “active state” in which it ceases all movement for approximately 6-8 hours and hunts for food and writes using its talons respectively. (See SCP-XXXX Interview Log)

SCP-XXXX was discovered in the ruins of a shed in the outskirts of Zermatt, Switzerland. The Foundation was first notified about SCP-XXXX after the death of a Protestant priest which attempted to observe the bird during it's feeding.

During the initial containment of SCP-XXXX, a note was found scrawled on the back of a memo from the Site Director which said:

I'm not sure if you will be able to make this out, hell even understand what I'm trying to say but, I'm scared and confused and I don't know who or what I am. I never have and what happened shows me that there is more I have left to discover.

+ SCP-XXXX Interview Log A

Researcher James enters the aviary carrying an empty notebook and a beaker filled with ink. SCP-XXXX flies down a tree and lands on a ledge near Researcher James.

Researcher James: SCP-XXXX, we will be asking you a few questions today. First, can you understand what I'm saying?

SCP-XXXX tilts its head and begins writing on the paper.

I can understand what you are saying.

Researcher James: Interesting. What are you?

Who am I should be your question. I am the son of a famous watchmaker from a small town. This vessel was my father's life work, it was supposed to be a gift for the royal family. I'm not sure how I ended up in it though.

Researcher James: That's interesting. What else has your father made?

Besides watches or so he was well known for making clocks for the local town people. A wealthy businessman from Lichtenstein took great interest in his work and gave him the contract for the royal family.

Researcher James: I'm guessing he never gave it to them.

Me and my father were travelling to Lichtenstein when we were attacked by theives. I tried to protect my father and I was shot. In the scuffle one of the thieves fell and smashed the bird and a piece of paper fell out of his jacket. When all was done we found that the note was a contract for the thieves written by my younger brother.

Researcher James: That's terrible. Why would your brother do such a thing to you and your dad?

Even though my brother was younger and my parents did favor him I was going to inherit my father's business and his wealth. It wasn't hard to figure out that he wanted to make sure he would have a direct and quick way to my rightful inheritance.

Researcher James: So what happened to your father and the contract.

Upon hearing about his son's betyral my father was crippled by greif. He didn't leave his room, didn't come to eat, and the last time I saw his face was at the finale of his procession, under the oak tree he planted as a child. The businessman and I spoke but no arrangements could be made for an extension of the contract.

Researcher James: I see you accomplished your task.

I would barely say I have. I had to sell the house and move full time into my father's tinkering shed outside of a lumber mill. I spent countless nights through festivals and services to recreate my father's masterpiece. Even now it isn't finished. Joints still have to be calibrated and a few parts are missing outright.

Reseacher James: Do you have any idea what happened to you or why you are in this vessel now?

All I remember is another late night, an unusual heat from around me, and nothing. I woke up with the body of a man in front of me and about 4 people in suits putting me into a cage.

Researcher James: That was us, we were alerted to your presence after the death of a priest.

Oh no, I didn't mean to do that. I was frightened and scared and I didn't know what I was. I wasn't sure what I could do.

SCP-XXXX begins to act erratically.
Researcher James: Hey, stay with me here I am almost done. Do you remember where the businessman or your brother are?

I'm not sure where the businessman is but my brother lives near Lake Geneva. It was our vacation home when my father could afford to rent it.

Researcher James: Thank you that's all we need.

<End Log>