The Angery Bear

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: The objects are to be separated by a polycarbonate window, each said being five (5) by five (5) by five (5) meters.

Description: SCP-XXXX are two groups of entities hostile against each other (SCP-XXXX-A's and SCP-XXXX-B's), one group consisting of Aptenodytes forsteri emperor penguins and the other consisting of Pan troglodytes chimpanzees, each group containing 23 members each, resembling a video game created by the company called "Arctic Monkeys". The groups are constantly fighting and do not require rest nor nutrition.

The anomaly was first located when smoke started growing from a game company headquarters facility. When the authorities went to check, all they found were monkeys and penguins fighting each other. The Foundation then got a hold of it and managed to cover it up as well as recovering the surviving entities.

Surveillance footage shows that the team that operated the place started splitting itself into two sides due to a discussion about the "Arctic Monkeys" video game. As the days passed, they started showing more signs of aggression and hostility against each other, as well as physical changes from the two sides. The "monkey" side started by getting their backs curved and growing hair at an unusual rate. The "penguin" side showed similar effects, with their backs getting straight and legs growing shorter, as well as their noses extending, creating a beak.

How these mutations started appearing is still unknown and all of the personnel involved with the incident are deemed missing, but an envelope was found in the executive's office. Inside it had a photo of the team wearing penguin and monkey masks resembling the ones found in the mentioned game. Behind it, there was a letter. It read:

Dear Linda,

I know I haven't been there for you that much, and I'm sorry. But there's something we're doing, something that goes beyond video games. We created something extraordinary, something that will change how we play and I can't wait to show it to you and the kids. I'll be sleeping in my office for a few days now, come take a visit whenever you want.

—Steven

𝓟.𝓢.: 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮, 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓯 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓼, 𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓼! 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓣𝓗𝓔𝓨 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓷, 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓼, 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓫𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓵𝔂 𝓜𝓞𝓝𝓚𝓔! 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮, 𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽? 𝓡𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽? 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓯𝓪𝓻, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮, 𝔀𝓮'𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓪𝓬𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷! 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮.

—𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓮

Addendum: Monke

Item #: SCP-XXXX-A

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: The object is to be contained in a five (5) by five (5) by five (5) meters room with a five (5) centimeters thick polycarbonate window, no cracks nor ventilation, and metal walls of fifty (50) centimeters of thickness with an electric fence covering it both from the inside and the outside.

If it tries to escape, all staff in local is to follow Protocol-XXX and shock it with the maneuverable tesla guns provided on the ceiling corners (controlled from the observation room). The contained demands a grand piano and a metronome, and for staff to send it sheet music occasionally.

Currently breached containment. Its whereabouts are unknown

Description: The entry is a passive and cooperative humanoid male that can change its body composition freely, either changing to someone else or turning into an animal, being a grizzly bear its most common appearance. It can also store objects inside it. The "Angery Bear" is composed of unknown organic matter (SCP-XXXX-A-2) which allows it to reshape itself. It has no blood, organs nor bones, and doesn't show signs of hunger nor pain with the exception of exposure to extreme temperatures, high-voltage shocks, or strong acids both in liquid and gaseous states.

If it tries to change, sending it a high-voltage shock will usually return it into its original form (human), and if SCP-XXXX-A-2 is separated from the main body, it loses its life, meaning SCP-XXXX-A can't control it. Despite all this, it can still produce bodily fluids. The entity behaves cooperatively with staff and usually tells them stories. Its most recent signs of aggression (and the only registered to this point) were doing its arrest, where he killed two MTF personnel. SCP-XXXX-A is extremely intelligent and there are records of him working in the Foundation since 1910.

The referred was born in 1889, having faked its identity into Foundation personnel over the years. While in containment, the humanoid reads, plays the piano, or talks with staff. Anything it consumes is turned into SCP-XXXX-A-2, which allows it to grow bigger or to heal its wounds.

Addendum: When in its main form, SCP-XXXX-A will never take off its glasses (which are organic) and on most occasions, they will stay on, even when changing into a beast. It is being considered by the O5-Council for the entity to regain its position in the Foundation. When re-contained, SCP-XXXX-A is to receive disciplinary action, including the removal of objects in its containment chamber.

Signed: Dr. Oliver Morris

Item #: SCP-XXXX-B

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: The object is to be contained in a five (5) by five (5) by five (5) meters room with a 5 centimeters thick polycarbonate window, no cracks nor ventilation, and metal walls of 50 centimeters of thickness with an electric fence covering it both from the inside and the outside.

If it tries to escape, all staff in local is to follow Protocol-XXX and freeze the room for three hours to immobilize it, and if it tries to escape again right after, it shall be frozen for three days. In any of the cases, its diet should be reduced from a meal once a week to once a month for three months.

Currently breached containment. Its whereabouts are unknown

Description: The entry is an extremely hostile humanoid male that can change itself freely, either changing to someone else or turning into a beast. It can also store objects inside it. "Will Morgan" is composed of unknown organic matter (SCP-XXXX-B-2), similar to SCP-XXXX-A-2, but in this case, it seems to be resistant to extreme temperatures, high-voltage shocks, and strong acids both in liquid and gaseous states, making it significantly harder to secure, contain and protect it. Despite being resistant, he will still be damaged if exposed in high quantity/for a high period of time.

Its analysis show to be almost identical as to SCP-XXXX-A, with no blood, organs nor bones, doesn't show signs of pain, and can still produce bodily fluids. Its weakness compared to SCP-XXXX-A is that it disintegrates over time, requiring food to survive, eating anything digestible, but preferring the combination of human meat and blood. SCP-XXXX-B is fed once a week.

If SCP-XXXX-B-2 is separated from the main body, it loses its life, and just like SCP-XXXX-A-2, the anomaly can't control it. The entity shows ill-conducted behavior and sudden mood changes and will try to kill staff at any given opportunity. Its most recent hostile activity provoked the death of four researchers, fifteen MTF units, and one janitor, all in Site-██.

While in containment, the creature will usually remain active and energetic for several days in a row and occasionally tries to breach containment. Anything it consumes is turned into SCP-XXXX-B-2, which allows it to grow bigger or to heal its wounds. The anomaly occasionally creates objects to decorate its containment chamber.

Addendum: The object is mortal enemies with SCP-XXXX-A and its main goal is to kill it, alongside the Foundation. Its anti-Foundation goals are still unclear.

Signed: Dr. Oliver Morris

I'm lost. I don't know if I'm becoming crazy or if I see the world differently now. I have no sense of respect nor professionalism. I am completely neutral on my emotions. I don't feel happiness, I don't feel sadness, I don't fear anything. I'm smoking right now. Isn't it prohibited to smoke in a Church? I don't care, to be honest. You can't throw me out, no one can. That is my curse… or my gift. Again, it doesn't really concern me. I can't find a good way to entertain myself so I might as well "confess" to you. A biography of my whole life until now. I remember each detail, so prepare yourself, as no one has sinned more than me, Father.

—Hey, Oliver.

—Yeah?

—'Think we're gonna get raided or something?

—Well, hopefully not, why?

—Nothing. Just day-dreaming…
Hey, Oliver.

—What.

—If we get raided, I'll protect everyone.

—We're not getting raided, Michael.

—I know. But just so you know, I'll terminate the raiders. There's gonna be a lot of cool explosions, and I'm gonna be sliding through the hallways and…—

—You know, this isn't an action movie.

—Well, what kind of movie is it then?

—Horror, if anything.

—That's so uncool for you to say.

—Well, I don't want my life to be in any more danger than it is when studying the anomalies. And you don't want to go to Antarctica, do you?

—Don't remind me…

—You know, I think you'd be a great cartoonist.

—I know, right?

Dr. Oliver Morris turns his eyes away. Typical Michael Edison. A bit slow understanding some things but faster than most when it comes to science.

—Dr. Michael Edison and Dr. Oliver Morris. Please report to the director's office immediately.

This was an unfamiliar voice. It sounded automated and weirdly inhuman.

—Who's that? — asked Edison.

—It's S.A.M.S.: Site Automated Message System. It's an AI, I overheard it was implemented today. Only high-ranked staff was informed to detail tho.

As they walked into the director's office, both scientists felt nervous. Oliver had a serious look but was sweating a bit while Edison was completely shaken.

—Relax, it's probably just a formality. — Morris whispered.

—When people get called to the director's office, they never leave in one piece. You know how serious he is.

—A total contrast from you. Huh, I never saw you so scared, you usually look like you don't care for anything. Didn't you want to become an action hero just seconds ago?

—Well, it's fun to dream until they send you to Antarctica. Damn you, penguins! I'll never forgive you for stealing my tuna!

They arrive at the local. Oliver takes a deep breath and opens the door. They are greeted with a man in his forties sitting on his desk with a serious face. He had short brown hair, a small chin beard, and a pair of round, cyan-blue sunglasses.

—Woah, he looks so badass — soughed Edison.

Morris quickly nudged him on his stomach and greeted the director, who was reading a paper file.

—Dr. Michael Edison.
Level-3 Researcher, current head of the Area-22 Metafiction department, as well as its only member. Has received disciplinary action on multiple occasions due to a repeated pattern of unsanctioned and ill-conceived behavior. His attempts at more outrageous endeavors are most often met with derision. — replied the man. —

Dr. Oliver Morris.
Level-3 Researcher, current head of the Area-22 Biological department, alongside Dr. Michael Edison and Drs. Susan Locks. Has no complaints (so far). — the director closes the folder and looks at them.

—How may we be of your assistance? — asked Morris, politely.

—You probably don't know me. I am the new director of this facility.

—What happened to the other one? — asked Edison.

—That's confidential.

The doctor swallowed that and took a step back.

—So, why did you call us? — asked Morris.

—I am new here, and I was told you two were the best in the facility. I want you to show me around.

—Well, I wouldn't say we are the best, but…—

—Good. We start today after lunch. You may go now.

The strange man started writing on some papers. They looked like normal documents. They both leave the office.

—What was all that? — asked Edison.

—I don't know, but I guess we're not having our free time for those extra hours any soon.

—After-hours work is prohibited. New policy. — interrupted Dr. Joaquin Reeves, a fellow researcher.

—Since when? By who? And why? — interrogated Edison.

—Since today. By our new director. Reasons confidential.

—Well, disappointing I must say. But, orders are orders. — concluded Morris. — C'mon, Edison. We still haven't finished that *assignment*.

—Wait, really? I thought we were free for today— Oh! *That* assignment.

—What assignment? What are you talking about? — asked Reeves.

—Oh, it's nothing. It's confidential anyway, so…

—Hm. Sus. Well, I have to get going. Have fun with your little "assignment".

—We sure will.

Dr. Joaquin was quite resilient. He wasn't just going to let them go. He planned to follow them and to reveal what secrets they hold against the Foundation! They didn't have any secrets, but Dr. Joaquin always dreamt of catching an impostor red-handed and being deemed a hero. But alas. There he was sending Class D personnel to their demise for "tests" as a way of enjoying himself. "D Class don't fall from the sky, you know? Make sure your tests are absolutely needed and I want to see the report after each one of them. Are we clear?". These phrases were often told to him, but he just couldn't resist. Everything else was so boring, he needed a distraction. Plus, he wanted to prove to the Foundation his true potential and fulfilling his dream of becoming a senior researcher. But those two… they were better than him at everything. He was jealous, he just wanted them to become Class D and play with them like little toys. So many thoughts in one, small, little mind. Which belonged to a huge body, by the way. It's not that he was fat-fat, but he was chubby.

And so the scientists begin walking. They were very similar, both were blond and had short hair, and had a pair of rectangle-shaped glasses. The biggest difference was their age, while Edison was in his thirties, Morris was in his fourties.

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-A "The Angery Bear"

Interviewer: Dr. Oliver Morris

Foreword: SCP-XXXX-A claims to be immortal and that it was born in 1889. This interview is to clarify questions about his identity, past, and connections with SCP-XXXX-B.

<Begin Log, 5:23pm>

Dr. Morris: Good afternoon, boss- I mean, XXXX. Sorry, it's been a surprise for everyone. Hum, anyway. What is the name you were born with?

SCP-XXXX-A: 'Afternoon, Morris. I was born as ██████ ████████ on a small European country. The year was 1889. I had a poor family and—

Dr. Morris: Yes, yes, thank you. We don't have much time, so let's get straight to the point. You said you worked with the Foundation before. When did the Foundation reach out to you and why?

SCP-XXXX-A: I had graduated in the genetics area at an American university called ████████ University, and one of my teachers was impressed by my work and William's work.

Dr. Morris: So you and SCP-XXXX-B already knew each other?

SCP-XXXX-A: Correct. He was younger than me by a year but managed to skip one year and graduate with me. Anyway, as I was saying, our professor worked in the Foundation and got us in.

Dr. Morris: Do you have his name?

SCP-XXXX-A: Edward Morris. Your ancestor.

Dr. Morris: [Silence]

Dispatch: Is everything okay, Doctor? Over.

Dr. Morris: Yeah, yeah, it's nothing.

SCP-XXXX-A: I knew you'd be surprised. I'm sure your family has spoken greatly of him.

Dr. Morris: As the man who left my family to poverty. Look, I don't know how you got that information, but if you continue making tricks, I'll—

SCP-XXXX-A: That's why you're here, Oliver. You have your grandfather's genius! I can see him in you!

Dr. Morris: If you know that much about him then tell me what happened. What caused him to disappear?

Dispatch: Dr. Morris, please don't run from the subject. Over.

SCP-XXXX-A: No, no, no. This is actually important. The day he disappeared was the day that me, and William, got reborn.

Dr. Morris: How do I know any of what you're saying is true?

SCP-XXXX-A: You don't. You choose how you see things. I'm telling the truth. Your grandfather was seventy-one years old by the time he took us to Site-██, and let me tell you something to clear things— that was a dark time in the Foundation. Everyone was playing God with anomalies, even Aaron Siegel (especially Aaron Siegel), and we were no different. Most of the anomalies we contain are creations from those darker times.

Of course, it was completely normal at the time so we just went with it. The first job we were assigned was to study genetic modification and put it into practice. And so we started messing with nature. We created a panther that barks, a fish that can fly and breathe like a bird, and a plant with organs and a taste for meat.

But then the day came. Edward had ordered some new technology over from Site-19. We wanted to control our own DNA like a monster from a comic book. Unfortunately, we were too excited and less careful. The process was simple. We injected ██████ into our circulatory system and with the fancy new material we got we created a ████████████. The ██████ would react with the radioactive waves from the machine, causing changes in our DNA. Basically, it became the simplest as possible, and we could change it however we wanted without destroying our bodies completely.

Dr. Morris: That's… genius! Did you get a D-Class to do that?

SCP-XXXX-A: No. Our facility was small and Class D personnel weren't much common at the time. Plus, we were too confident in ourselves. We thought we could handle it. We thought wrong.

Dr. Morris: Well, why? What happened?

SCP-XXXX-A: The machine exploded. And it wasn't a small laboratory emergency. As I told you before, it was radioactive. The whole facility, wiped. All the anomalies, personnel, records, all gone. It looked like a ghost city after a war, something I'd later witness in my life. It was terrifying.

Dr. Morris: Wait, how did you survive? And how did XXXX-B survive? And how come Edward didn't?

SCP-XXXX-A: It must have been the radiation. We were disintegrated into this mold, this… clay. When I regained consciousness, I got terrified. I didn't feel my legs, my hands, my heartbeat. Only a few hours later I managed to shape myself. And that probably happened to William too.

Dr. Morris: Probably?

Dispatch: Dr. Morris, you have five minutes left with the anomaly. Over.

SCP-XXXX-A: Moments later, an MTF team came to the location and found me. I convinced them I managed to survive the explosion. After I left, I never saw William again, but if the radiation spread, he could have very well survived. And it seems that confirms.

Dr. Morris:…

SCP-XXXX-A: Edward wasn't ready for the test. He couldn't have survived any of what happened that day. I'm sorry.

Dr. Morris: It's fine. I… never knew the man anyway… just heard stories.

SCP-XXXX-A: I'm sure he was the reason you got into science.

Dr. Morris: We found this on your lab coat. Would you mind explaining what they are?

SCP-XXXX-A: If you can't tell, that's me and William in the first photo. On the second one, that's me, Will, and Dr. Edward Morris.

Dr. Morris: Why can't I see him?

SCP-XXXX-A: That's an old photo. Plus, I recovered it from the explosion site, somehow. His image got scratched. I carry those pictures all the time.

Dr. Morris: Do you still consider XXXX-B a friend after he tried to kill you?

SCP-XXXX-A: He's… lost. That's all.

Dispatch: Dr. Morris, your time is up. Please leave the room. Over.

Dr. Morris: Oh, just one more question. I promise to make it quick.

Dispatch: Alright, get it over with. Over.

Dr. Morris: Why is XXXX-B aggressive towards you?

SCP-XXXX-A: He grieves. His grief drove him insane. He isn't the same man I once met.

Dr. Morris: I have no more questions. Excuse me.

<End Log, 5:53pm>

Closing Statement: SCP-XXXX-A reveals to be extremely cooperative with the interrogatory and doesn't reveal signs of hostility in any way. To verify the truth, SCP-XXXX-B is to be interviewed as soon as possible.

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-B

Interviewer: Dr. Oliver Morris

Foreword: Confirmation of the facts said by SCP-XXXX-A and questions about his identity, past, and connections with SCP-XXXX-A. The interviewer will question the object from outside its containment cell for safety reasons.

<Begin Log, 11:33am>

Dr. Morris: Good morning, XXXX-B.

[The SCP smacks its face into the window, smiling with inhuman teeth, different from those found in his body analysis, a sign of body manipulation]

SCP-XXXX-B: D̶̳͔̫̫͙̱̭̯̗̪͓̋̈̅͐́̒̑͛̊͆̓͜͝͝ͅ o̷̜͕̠͚̻͉̮̙͌̏̈́ͅ ñ̴̺͚̫͙̖̞͐͑̿̒̔̈́̒̅̓̀̌͝ '̵͇̺̓͋ͅ ṭ̶̭̖̣̦̟͎̯̣̍̍̂́͒̋͆̇̈́̃̓̆͠ ̶͉͖͖̙̝̦̬̣͕͚̮̼̝̰̅́̓͜͝ t̶̛̺͇̫͖͓͖̔̓͊̽̉̒̿̽̌̓͆͠ r̷͉̻̣̞̥̖̦̘̭̾̉͑̃́͛̚͠ ė̷̛͖͚͓̙̭̗͓͉̹̱̉̾̓̄̀̃̽̓̐̅̅͜͜ͅ ả̶̺̫̦̭̞͆̒͊̏̓̕ t̶̨̬̳̘͙̝͈̻̖͕͙̲̣̲̝̦̓̒ ̵̢̧̨̗̠̼̥̠̱̯̔̋̊͛̂̅̇̿̾̇͐͘̚͜͜͝ m̴̧̛͙̬͕͈̥̜̪̜͉̘̗͓̓̔̈́̈̾̎̔̍̀̒̆͐̕͝ ĕ̴̙͉̳̲̼̙̬͖̹̼̯̈̉̽̆ͅ ̷̗͉̠̖̆ ḽ̴̋͐͗̊̆́̄̾͌͆̏͌̃̇̃͘͠ į̶̨̮͉͍͕͙̖́͆̋̍̂̂̀͒̈̿͝͝ k̴̦͎̞͉̝̱̠̼̟̪̮͓̂̈́̽̒̃̉̏́̾̀̀̋̀̚͘ è̸̢̢̝͕̗̙̠̣̠͈̟̝͈̠̘̺͜ ̷̦͛̉̆̈́͛̓͊̅͋͊̆̉̂̂̚͠ ą̷̛̖͕̮̳̩̘̣͚͔̜̑͆̌̍ ̸̡̬͕̼̦̫̒ d̸̡̢̳̻͎̗̟̟̩̺̩̗̙̒͒͒̅̅̃̓͘̚͜͜͜ ö̷̟̘̻̪̠̥̯́̈́̊͒̿̐̒͑̇̋̌͘ g̴͎͕̠͓̲͍͔͈̔̓͗̽̊̕ ,̵̛̮̗̟͉͔̺͔̤̲͓̘̤̣̾͆̀̀͋̒̌̇͂̐̒̄͑̏̚͘ ̸̰̘̗̖̝̺̲͎̋͊̾̊̀́̎͒̽̓ E̷̱͎̣̟͙̣̤̭͐̀̎͂̿͆̂͐͗̃͌͂͘ ḍ̴̝̠̮̫̜̤̘̯̣̈́͑̅͠ͅ w̶͉͍̩̓̎͗̍̔́̒̄̈́̏̿̚̚ ā̷̛̛͉̗̻̗͎̤̯̼͍̭̙̼̔̔͋̀̇̄͐̿̏̔̄͘͜͠ r̵̛̤̫̠̞͈̱̰͎͆͌͊̀́͛̀̔̊̚̚͝ d̶̛͉̳͐̀̈͋̉̽̽̇͑͒͘͠ .̷̼̃ ̶̮̬͙̣̟̳̥̥̪͓̹̰̤͓̗̒̆̌̏͛̅̍ͅ I̴̡̧̛͈̪̋͆͑͂̿̉͒̆͊͜͜ ̵̭̈́͋̈́̈͐̐͗̉͛̈́̎͑̂̓͘̚ t̸̤̞͇̳̱̗̘̱̠̃̿̔̒̓̅̒͋͗̃̏͊̔͘̚ ŗ̸͇̙͎̂̈͌͑̊͘ i̶̛̱͓̯̪͒͐͛̋̍̐̇̄̽̏̔̍͆ ę̷̧̯͕̼̖͂ d̵̛̗̤͙̥̟̭̩̬͆̂̐̈̏̽́̋̈́͜ ̴̜͇͕̟͎͎̣́̓̑̑͗́͠ͅ t̷̛̼̬̩͙̼̬̓̍̿͌̍̄̓͐͌̆͑͆̌̉̅ ő̶̝ ̵̘͈̜͙̾̓͌̇̒̾̋̕͘͝͝ s̸̛͍̩̯̟̩̐̋́͆́̎̃͂́͛̓̉͜͝ t̷̨̨͍͓͔̣̩̖̦̹͔̱͉̄̈́̈́̇̂͗̓͂̿̍̽͛͜͠ o̶̜̯̻̤̞̺̮̹̲̘̲͕̙͛̂̈́̎͛̿̈́̓͆̒̑̏̂͗͐͝ͅ p̸̢̳̲̙̦̪̤̫̯̰̗̠͓̤̪̭͆̂̓̆̄́͐̄̒̀͘͘͠ ̸̲̖̔͑͂̓̕͜ͅ í̵̡̙̹̹̦̱͖͔̰̤̳̽̔ ť̶͈̲̱̻̤͍̘̖̤̖̫͔̖̻͉̑̒͂͐̂̓̆̌͗̆ .̸̱̗̮̲͔̬̘̙̹̠̪̜̗͖͕̯͆͗͝

[Unlike SCP-XXXX-A, the anomaly shows a distorted voice]

Dr. Morris: Alright, let's calm down. I brought a gift for you.

[A live sheep is thrown into XXXX-B's containment chamber]

Dr. Morris: Wow, you ate all that in… five seconds.

SCP-XXXX-B: Incorrect, I stored most of it for my next meal. You bastards only feed me once a week. Tell me, doc, would you like to be fed once a week? Don't mind answering, if I'm not getting out, then I have nothing to speak with you.

Dr. Morris: Why do you want to get out?

[The entry's attitude quickly changed to being serious. He turns around and sits on an armchair]

SCP-XXXX-B: Have you seen any locked person happy?

Dr. Morris: You seemed pretty happy just seconds ago.

SCP-XXXX-B: Language, boy.

Dr. Morris: You called me Edward earlier. Why?

SCP-XXXX-B: You looked like… someone.

Dr. Morris: You mean Edward Morris?

SCP-XXXX-B: So, you have spoken with him already, huh?

Dr. Morris: I want to know what happened in 1910.

SCP-XXXX-B: Like hell I'm gonna tell 'ya.

Dr. Morris: Quick reminder that if you don't cooperate your diet's going to be cut out.

[The entity starts smoking a cigar]

Dr. Morris: Hey, where did you get that?

SCP-XXXX-B: I can manipulate myself as I wish. If I want to make a cigar, I'll make a cigar right out of my finger, then cut it. If I want fire, I'll just make a lighter from the missing finger, then eat something to get the lost "biorad" back.

Dr. Morris: "Biorad"?

SCP-XXXX-B: It's what I call this "clay" that curses me. It stands for Biological and Radioactive Matter. But "Biorad" is enough to describe it. At least that's what Edward told us, that old geezer *chuckles*.

Dr. Morris: When did you meet SCP-XXXX-A and Dr. Edward Morris?

SCP-XXXX-B: Alright, before anything let's stop with the stupid code names. It's starting to piss me off. Angery… I met that bastard when we were in college. He was European so I knew he'd have some pretty stupid ideas. But well, I wasn't so different.

Of course, I was smarter than him. Despite being younger, I still managed to graduate at the same time. Our teacher, Professor Morris, took us to the Foundation. I fucking wish the bastard would've just left us alone. We started playing god and—

Dr. Morris: Yes, I know. Angery Bear told me so.

SCP-XXXX-B: Are you going to listen or am I gonna have to go there and make you listen?

Dr. Morris: Calm down, XXXX-B.

SCP-XXXX-B: Į̵̘͕̿̈̀̎͋̓̃̌̍͗͗͊́̕͜͝ ̷̢̠̥̳̝̼̒̀̂̇̑̊͋͌̾̓͘̕͝͝ T̶̢̩̬̻͓͕̤̹̩̈́̊͑ͅ O̴̡̡̧̖̩̩̱͖̪̗͍̪̱̐̀͆͜ͅ L̵̺̱̓̿́͗ͅͅ Ď̷̨̥̼̦̹̞̙̱̖̑̈̃̄͊̍̃͒͒̒̐̔̽ ̶̱͎͛̕ Y̵̨̡̨̰̜̭̥̹͚̼͍̼̜̍̈́̾̄̚͝ O̶̢̙͎̲̥͉̬̠͔̳̼͊́͜ͅͅ U̷͚͔̪͐͗́̃̋̆̐̚͝͝ ̵̨̖̤͓̼̟̹̮̼̘̑̆̒́̾̈͝ Ņ̶̢͉͔̣̹̪͉̈͌̏͝ Ô̷̢̫͚̠̜̺͚̙̻̣̅̈́̽̊̾̊̅̒͝͝ͅ T̵̛̙̺̟̙̩͇̰̰͆̏̍̋̊͋̀́͌̓̒͘̚͝ ̵̼̼̼̣̦̺͙̯̘̪̑̄̃͝͝ T̷̼̺͚͍̳̉͛̓̃̈́̒͋̚͝ Ơ̷̤̳͎̝̬͕͚̪̘̝̌̎̇̈́̈́͋͌̑̚͘͘͝͝͝ ̶͔̬̘̗̻͙̻̖̘̠̟̮̑ C̴̩̑͛̇̒̾̐̈̾̉̇̑́̑̄͝ Ạ̵̛̗̀̌̆̈́̔͛̈̆͂̏̚̚͝ L̷̡̛̪͓̗̥̻̦̀̍̀͒̓̄̏̽̃́͝ͅ L̴͖̟͚̗̝̙͇͖̖̭̙̩̏͋͊̓̏̄͛͆̽͗͘̕ͅ ̴̢̨̦͎̬͔̯̘͕̥̓͛͌̒͂͋͂͑̅̑̐͗͒͜͠ M̷̨͍̬͚͎̦͓͙̳̓̈́̌ͅ Ę̵̡̘̳̳͓̤͖̼͚͕̞̻̞̗̒̄̂̒̈́̎̓̇̍ ̵̧̛̥̯̻̬̠̗̈̐͆͋͌̂̊̅͛͜͜ T̷̛̤͙̺̱̻̘̂̔̋̀͂ H̴͓͓̝͑͑͗́͛̍̃͆͆̅̊͛͛̑͝ A̸̛͈͉͚̥͂͋̊̑͛̐̈́̔͆͘͝ T̶̺̏̌͗̿̀͝ .̸̅̀̀͆̑̀̋͠

[The anomaly smashes itself against the window and tries to break it]

Assistant Researcher: Freeze the containment chamber.

<End Log, 11:49am>

Closing Statement: The interview was rescheduled to 3 days after the occurrence.

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-B

Interviewer: Dr. Oliver Morris

Foreword:Conclusion of the last interview.

<Begin Log, 5:55pm>

Dr. Morris: Hello again, William.

SCP-XXXX-B: Tch. You again? Here to cause me another headache?

Dr. Morris: I came to apologize from our last reunion.

SCP-XXXX-B: I don't need your pity. Now get the fuck outta here.

Dr. Morris: So, shall we begin?

SCP-XXXX-B: Oi, you def or something? Didn't you hear what I just said—

[A Class D personnel is shoved into the containment chamber]
[SCP-XXXX-B slowly turns his head to Dr. Morris with a large smile]

Dr. Morris: So, was there really an incident at the Site you were working on?

SCP-XXXX-B: Tell me, doctor, what is your name?

Dr. Morris: I— uh…

Assistant Researcher: His name doesn't concern you, answer his questions or you will be punished.

SCP-XXXX-B: Huh, I'm in a good mood right now, so I guess I'll ignore that.

Dr. Morris: What happened in 1910?

SCP-XXXX-B: What happened…?

Everything happened. Everything started and everything ended. I went to hell and came back. They went to hell, and remain there.

Dr. Morris: Are you alright, Mr. Morgan?

SCP-XXXX-B: Perhaps it was fate… Except… THAT MOTHERFUCKER COULD HAVE AVOIDED IT ALL

…

Sorry, I don't open up like that in years.

Dr. Morris: Could you explain what happened?

SCP-XXXX-B: No. I'm afraid we'll have to end it here. You're not ready for what's coming. And I'm not ready to tell it. I'm in a good mood today. Make sure I don't snap out of it again.

Dr. Morris: Who could have avoided what?

SCP-XXXX-B: Your persistence annoys me, doc.

Dr. Morris: I want to know what happened.

SCP-XXXX-B: If I get out I swear I'll fucking kill you.

Dr. Morris: Why did the Site explode?

SCP-XXXX-B: Y̷̹͐̏̄͋ ǫ̵̳̑̾ ư̵̢̪͇̭̯͒̋̌̐̓͝ ̸̥̠̮̟͎̿͛̂ͅ b̸̢̨̝̮̞̞͍̐́̓ e̴̛͉̣͌̊̆͋ t̷̝͔̐̽̅̍ ť̷͍̹ ę̷̞̫̟͙̙͝ ŗ̴̤͎̜̹̹̱̀̃̈́̍͒̃ ̶̥͙͓͕̙̂̄͝ r̵̻̪͓͖̾ ṷ̶͍͚́̒͑̕ n̷̺͇͚̠̣̒̈́͒ ̵̡̹̤̼̮͈͚̎͌̕ ą̷̭̣̯͈̗̈͛̀͛͋̚ͅ ẅ̴͍͉̻͉̠̞́ a̶̢͓̳͑̓̊͌̄̈́ y̵̻͑͂͊̾͝ ̵̖̦͇̓͛͂̔ ŕ̶̺̹͇͔̱̪͉͘ ỉ̴̱͖͕͘͝ ģ̶̌̀ h̴͈͖̬̗͐̽̋͋͝͠ t̷̛̳̼͈̬̒̅̔̕ ̸͇̱̤̥̈̏̍ n̴̖̉͠ o̵̡̼̍̆̽ ẇ̴͓̯̒̕͝ .̴̢̼̇́̓͑͠

Dr. Morris: I don't think you understand the situation you're in. You're in a prison, not a Hotel, so you better cooperate or you will face the consequences.

SCP-XXXX-B: S̶̓̈́ͅ Ṫ̸̹̹̲̜͔͚͙̰͙̭̦ Ō̷̧̡̗ P̷̢̻̰̞̻͇̺̻̲͎͒͐͑̓͋̂̽̒̀͛͋̚͜ ̶̨̻̬̜͓̻̥̭͉͎̫̳̪̯͑̂͒̍͗͂͌̕͘͝ T̶͓̪͍͙̦̝͕͓̟̖̝͒̏̔̒͛̀́̍̒͆̌̅͘͘͠ A̴̹͈̳̣̟̼̞̜͕͍̱͐͋͠ L̷̢̢͔͎̹̹̝̹̬͙͙̼̓̚ͅ K̸̗͕̦̬͈̜̳̞̿̃̈́͊̏̈́̕͝ Ḯ̷̧̛̮͍̯̦̯̞̩͖̼͗̓̄͒̿͋̀͠͝ Ň̷̨͔͖̩̲̟̅̇̎͗̄́̔̇́̐̋͆̕͝ G̶̝̙̖̜̒͗̀

[As he screamed, the facility started shaking]
[The Assistant Researcher immediately activated the freezing system but the entity was perfectly fine]

Dr. Morris: What happened in there?

SCP-XXXX-B: Ĭ̴̳̯̥͚͉̞͚̭̠̙͋̿̋̒̂́̿̍̕͜ T̸͖̆͗̂̄̍̾̐̇͛ Ṡ̵̩̣̘̝̊̏̇̇̂ ̷̧̩̭̱̺̫̠̲̪̪͎̳͇͋͐̉̔͛͝ H̵̯̽͒͋̉̈́́̐̓̒ I̷̥̬̫̤̯̦̦͓͍̼̰̲͎̮͗̋͌ S̸̛̩͓͖̩̮̙̥̀̈̀̈́͊̕̚ ̴̩͈̫͖͈̀̈́͐̊͊͋̐͆̚͠ F̸͕̱͈͙͚̊ Á̴͈̝͉̫̤͔̹͖̪͉̏̕͜ Ṻ̸̢̡̧̨̢̲̪͕̭̥̥͖́͋̃͛̿͐̈̔͘͘͘ L̵̞͙̔̽́́̑͗͗͆̉͠͠͝͝͝ T̵̛͖̘͕͕̺̟̭̠͔̑̄̑

Dr. Morris: Whose fault is it!?

SCP-XXXX-B: Ẃ̴͎͖̩ h̷̺͔̑̔͂̊̾ o̸͈͈͖̞͍̘̯̓͐͑̒͊̍͘ ̴̪̝͓̣̾̓ d̶̙̲́̀̈́̃͛ ō̴̙͋̈́͝ ̶̨͈͚͉̣̰̪̉͌̏͑̈͘̕ ẙ̷̖̟̼̭̈́͘ ǫ̴̮̟̥́ ú̴̢̕͝ ̶̝͙͍̩̞̋͆̐̓͠ t̷̢̛͇̘͔͍̔̋̀̿͝ͅ h̵͕͎̪̐̓̿͗̏͘ î̵̚ͅ n̴̬͎̩̋̐͗͑́͘ k̸͇̙̮̞̓͐̌̈́̋̿̚ ?̷̯̌͑͂̏̋̀͝

<End Log, 6:35pm>

Closing Statement: After the interview, the anomaly managed to unfreeze itself and tried to breach containment. Authorization to further questioning the entity was revoked by the Site Administrator as it could result in a dangerous containment breach.

SCP Sandbox III

Sandbox III: Revenge of the Sandbox