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SCP-XXXX (The lighting and footage malfunctioned upon SCP-XXXX's awakening, possibly due to it's association with electricity).
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained within a 3m by 3m room at Site 06-3, fitted with a 1.5m by 0.7m window. The window is to have 9 holes near the center with a radius of 1.5mm. SCP-XXXX should under no circumstance come into contact with any electrical appliance that may connect to another appliance outside of SCP-XXXX's cell, which includes microphones for interviews and surveillance cameras; these are to be set outside of SCP-XXXX's cell, due to it's first anomalous effect.
Due to SCP-XXXX's generally uncooperative nature, it must be quickly anaesthetized with inhalational anaesthetics for transport, via a 1.5cm by 1.5cm removable panel on the ceiling of its cell, from which the anaesthetics can be administered through. If in the event that SCP-XXXX breaches containment, tranquilizer darts are to be used to recapture it. Inhalational aesthetics and tranquilizer darts have shown to be the most (if not only) effective methods of getting SCP-XXXX under control so far; restraining SCP-XXXX while it is conscious is ineffective as it will attack any personnel if it gets a chance to.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a humanoid entity that comparatively resembles a male Caucasian. SCP-XXXX stands at approximately 2.5 meters tall, with elongated arms, legs and fingers. SCP-XXXX's face appears to be cut open around the mouth area, though it is somehow able to pronounce bilabial nasal consonants without issue. SCP-XXXX's sclerae have a black and orange coloring, and lack irises.
SCP-XXXX has shown to be of above average intelligence, able to speak fluent English, but also knowing oddly specific French words, such as croque-monsieur. SCP-XXXX has also shown to have a violent disposition, which it has expressed in it's interview and when it first breached containment.
SCP-XXXX has currently shown two main anomalous effects. When in contact with any electrical appliance, SCP-XXXX can metamorphose into "sentient" electricity and travel through it and out of any other electrical appliance or exposed wiring. It can also cause electrical appliances in its vicinity to become faulty. SCP-XXXX's second main effect manifests when someone has been within 6m of SCP-XXXX's presence for just over an hour, which is noted to cause:
- Gradually increasing nausea, leading to painful migraines in the right side of the head.
- Excessive vomiting of tar, or dry heaving.
- Tar oozing from various orifices, including nose, mouth, ears and eyes.
These symptoms occur in no particular order, varying in severity. Any subjects affected by these will continue to suffer them for up to 64 hours. During the period in which the symptoms take effect, SCP-XXXX's head will begin to slowly retract, followed by hot tar being secreted from SCP-XXXX's duct of submandibular gland. The tar secreted from SCP-XXXX has been measured to be around 250°C, though it seems to not damage SCP-XXXX or it's clothing.
Incident XXXX-A: On the first day of SCP-XXXX's containment, SCP-XXXX breached containment after waking up. SCP-XXXX took no notice of the staff outside, walking over to the surveillance camera and began travelling through it to a nearby office. Before it escaped from it's cell, the lighting and surveillance footage was noted to be faulty. Following this, SCP-XXXX proceeded to disgorge it's secreted tar onto Dr. █████, who fortunately survived the attack despite suffering [DATA EXPUNGED].
Addendum 4464.1: Discovery
SCP-XXXX was discovered on ██/█/██, in a residence in █████████, ███████. It was discovered following the disappearances of seven residents of the house it was in. SCP-XXXX was in a bedroom on a computer, the room noticeably blotched with tar. After realizing its discovery, SCP-XXXX was tranquilized and captured within 21 minutes of its initial discovery. Subsequent to Incident XXXX-A, SCP-XXXX was interviewed by Dr. ██████.
Date: 11/5/18
Interviewer: Dr. ██████
Interviewee: SCP-XXXX
<BEGIN LOG>
Dr. ██████: Are you ready to begin, SCP-XXXX?
SCP-XXXX: (SCP-XXXX is noticeably unhappy and uncommunicative)
Dr. ██████: Just… can you please answer these questions, for once? I'm not trying to force you to do anything, but all's you've-
SCP-XXXX: FINE. Fine. I'll fucking do it. But if there's a question I don't want to answer then I'm not answering it.
Dr. ██████: …Okay. Good. Could I start off by asking why you attacked Dr. █████?
SCP-XXXX: Because. I could only sense fear in him, and people like that are some of the most entertaining people to watch burn, (laughs).
Dr. ██████: That's… okay… Could you tell us your age?
SCP-XXXX: Fifteen.
Dr. ██████: That's… interesting.
SCP-XXXX: Is there a problem, doctor?
Dr. ██████: No. Moving on, do your effects relate to each-other in some way?
SCP-XXXX: …What?
Dr. ██████: You can travel through electronics and cause nausea, while excreting tar from your mouth. Do these correlate with eachother in some way?
SCP-XXXX: Well, I wasn't [REDACTED], but… I'm quite certain that they do, doctor.
Dr. ██████: …I see. Can you elaborate?
SCP-XXXX: No.
Dr. ██████: Oh. Next question… when you were captured, what were you doing in that house in ██████████?
SCP-XXXX: That was my house. I was working on something.
Dr. ██████: What were you working on?
SCP-XXXX: (ignores Dr. ██████)
Dr. ██████: What were you working on, SCP-XXXX?
SCP-XXXX: (continues ignoring Dr. ██████)
Dr. ██████: You brought it up, SCP-XXXX, so I don't see why you're not answering the question.
SCP-XXXX: (sighs deeply, continues ignoring Dr. ██████ for the remainder of the interview)
Dr. ██████: …We'll continue this another time, SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX: …I would prefer you called me Philistine.
<END LOG>
Addendum 4464.2: Follow-Up Interview
As a result of Dr. ██████'s interview with it, SCP-XXXX would become irritated to an increasing extent, to the point where it would lash out at any personnel who attempted to speak to it. After four days of this behavior, SCP-XXXX eventually began to calm down, which allowed Dr. ██████ to conduct another interview.
Date: 28/5/18
<BEGIN LOG>
Dr. ██████: How are you feeling today, SCP-
SCP-XXXX: Did you already forget?
Dr. ██████: Oh, sorry, Philistine. It's coming back to me now. Anyways, are you ready to continue the interview?
SCP-XXXX: …Okay then. I will point out, however, that I'm getting really fucking sick of this act you're pulling. Like, you know what I am. You don't know what I've done, but you know what I am. How can you honestly talk to me like that? I fucking hate pathological liars.
Dr. ██████: I can assure you, it's not an act. I can just contain my negative emotions, I suppose?
SCP-XXXX: I don't remember being the one interviewing you; am I that forgettable?
Dr. ██████: No… Let's just… continue the interview. I would like to ask why you prefer being called "Philistine"?
SCP-XXXX: It's my forename. Well… wasn't always my forename, but it is now. I think it suits me, don't you think?
Dr. ██████: I guess so, to an extent… On the subject, what is your surname?
SCP-XXXX: Cont… Actually, you don't need to know, it's too wordy. Just the first name is necessary.
Dr. ██████: …Okay…? Um, moving on, are there more like you?
SCP-XXXX: …Maybe… You won't find them though. They don't hang around the house, they go off and do their own thing. SO don't bother looking.
Dr. ██████: We managed to contain you, so I don't see how we couldn't capture your associates. If that is true, can you tell me more about them? Are they like you?
SCP-XXXX: Like me…? That's a good question… Uh, no. One's an arrogant sack of shit; one eats a whole lot; one is [REDACTED] as fuck, like hot damn; one doesn't do what we want her to; one just sings depressing music all the goddamn time, and the last one is… I don't know. I guess you could say… she's [REDACTED].
Dr. ██████: (writes down notes)
SCP-XXXX: Mhm. Oh, by the way, even with all of that info, you still won't find any of them. I just wanted to talk about it to be honest, it's hard to keep things… to myself.
Dr. ██████: I should just let you know, we sent a team to go and investigate your household… and they discovered bodies in there. Two women, identified as L████ K██████ and S██████ Y█████. I'll assume that was your doing?
SCP-XXXX: So rude, doctor, so uncalled for. I mean, you're absolutely right, their untimely deaths were because of me. But… it was my first time, you know? After the final cut… after my rebirth… I just felt like I could do anything. No physical pain, no regrets… nothing.
Dr. ██████: Are you sure?
SCP-XXXX: Hm?
Dr. ██████: There were various documents discovered on your computer. One recently edited, it looked like… an apology letter?
SCP-XXXX: (no verbal communication)
Dr. ██████: Was that related to why you murdered those two girls? If so, tell me.
SCP-XXXX: (no verbal communication. SCP-XXXX is gradually becoming more distressed)
Dr. ██████: …SCP-XXXX?
SCP-XXXX: I SAID. IT'S. PHILISTINE. ARE YOU FUCKING DENSE?
Dr. ██████: Apologies. Can you answer the question-
SCP-XXXX: NO. FUCK OFF. YOU CAN GO TAKE YOUR SHAMELESS FAUX OF AN ACT AND [REDACTED]. (SCP-XXXX proceeds to smack it's cell window, and walks over to the far corner of the room, curling up in a fetal position)
Dr. ██████: …I suppose the interview will conclude here. I'll come back to you once you've calmed down again, Philistine.
<END LOG>
Closing Statement: SCP-XXXX once again began lashing out at the staff, though it was noticeably a lot more aggressive than we've seen before. I genuinely think it may have some form of anger issues, despite… what it is. We'll have to see.
Incident XXXX-B: As a result of SCP-XXXX's follow-up interview, Dr. ██████ wished to transfer it to another cell, for experimentation regarding SCP-███. Once SCP-XXXX had succumb to sedation, it was observed by one D Class personnel that they saw "another one" for a split second. When questioning them, SCP-XXXX unexpectedly awoke and flew into a sudden rage, killing the D Class personnel along with the two security officers outside. SCP-XXXX ran about 20m away from it's cell before being recaptured. It was noted that following SCP-XXXX's second containment breach, the casualties caused by it had noticeably been dismembered, with several limbs missing. SCP-XXXX later claimed that this was not it's doing.
Date: 1/6/18
<BEGIN LOG>
Dr. ██████: Who was that, Philistine?
SCP-XXXX: Who?
Dr. ██████: The D Class personnel who you murdered said he saw somebody else in your cell. Who was that?
SCP-XXXX: What the fuck are you talking about?
Dr. ██████: I saw it too, Philistine. It caused you to wake up, even after putting you to sleep. I doubt you don't know what it was, and I'm asking you to tell me.
SCP-XXXX: It was Ms. Hesi.
Dr. ██████: Ms…. Hesi?
SCP-XXXX: The gluttonous one. She eats, and eats, and eats, but it's never enough. Gets off on it, too, should I mention that?
Dr. ██████: Is this… one of the others you were referring to last time…?
SCP-XXXX: YES! CAN YOU NOT CONNECT THE FUCKING DOTS?
Dr. ██████: I have. I'm just wondering how it was able to get into your cell without us noticing and then vanishing into thin air.
SCP-XXXX: First off, "it" is a SHE. Second, SHE is not corporeal. She can just go through shit whenever she wants, like the others. Except me. I can't.
Dr. ██████: I must say, you've revealed to us quite a bit. Most other SCPs stay quiet about their origins and things like that, speaking cryptically.
SCP-XXXX: …Revealed? I haven't revealed anything. I've only touched on certain things, never given definite facts. Why in the ever-loving fuck would I do that?
Dr. ██████: You'll tell us enough.
SCP-XXXX: Oh really…? If you carry on messing with things you don't understand, it won't end how you think, doctor.
Dr. ██████: We'll see about that, Philistine Cont████████.
SCP-XXXX: (no verbal communication)
Dr. ██████: You shouldn't underestimate the Foundation.
<END LOG>
Addendum 4464.3:
Following SCP-XXXX's third interview, communication with SCP-XXXX had been minimal. Attempts to communicate with SCP-XXXX were met with reticence, supposedly due to the sensitive contents of the document becoming known to personnel. On the 3rd of March, 2019, SCP-XXXX began to communicate again.
Date: 9/3/18
<BEGIN LOG>
SCP-XXXX: …I can't do this anymore…
Dr. ██████: What?
SCP-XXXX: It hurts, you know. Sitting here doing nothing. Every day, it feels like my brain is slowly but surely rotting away, and it's taking it's time. I'm sick of being miserable. I want it to end.
Dr. ██████: You do realise you've been sat in the corner of that room for, what, almost a year? Were you seriously not doing anything in all that time?
SCP-XXXX: I was daydreaming. Maybe. I don't know. I don't tend to care enough to remember. I didn't want to do anything.
Dr. ██████: Why not?
SCP-XXXX: I was thinking about what it was like before I became this at first. It made me miserable.
Dr. ██████: Can… can you tell me about that?
SCP-XXXX: I was a weak sack of shit. Nobody cared about me. I spent every single day waiting for something to happen, but nothing did. Just sat there on my computer being a useless asshole. That home I was in? It's called ███████ Manor. It was basically a house for us seven people who didn't have families, or parents, anyway.
Dr. ██████: So an orphanage, then?
SCP-XXXX: No. It was only for us. The owner was one of us. She had, like, a shit-ton of money, because apparently her father was rich or something and she inherited all his stuff. I don't know. We were basically family. But that's not what I'm talking about right now. I had no fucking friends at school or anything, because I was autistic as fuck. Couldn't start conversations, couldn't get into groups, nothing. I could only talk online - it was easier. I met this girl at some point in 2016, and she became my first girlfriend. Lived in America, though, so we couldn't meet.
Dr. ██████: What does this have to do with you not talking?
SCP-XXXX: I'm getting to that, you impatient fuck. I loved her more than anything. I'd never experienced love before, but she made me for the first time and it felt amazing. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her when we met… but that didn't happen. Despite her saying we can't give up, or we have to make it, she still gave up on me. She spent all of her fucking time playing games with her friends, and would only talk to me for like a couple of minutes a day. She didn't realise it was upsetting me at first, but when she did, she said she'd stop. She said that three. Fucking. Times. Eventually it just got to the point where she left them entirely, after they tried to get her to leave me. Fucking dickheads. She just kept on lying to me after that, saying I was the only one she needed, her only friend, when clearly she was lying. I used to shout at her a lot, and by shout I mean type in fucking caps. She went back to her friends after a few months, and I never got a concrete reason why. She then said she didn't know if she loved me or not, because she was scared I was gonna be "abusive." She kept giving me empty promises that we'd eventually get back together before leaving me entirely. That was the fucking worst period of my life; I was crying for months.
Dr. ██████: I'm sorry to hear that. Did reminiscing that memory cause you to stay over there?
SCP-XXXX: I'm not finished, not by a mile.
Dr. ██████: …I see. I'm all ears.
SCP-XXXX: It got worse after that. I got another girlfriend soon after, but I couldn't stop thinking about the other and this one just straight up dumped me for no reason. That didn't upset me, though. I began to open up more to the people I was living with. One of the girls, actually, despite being mute, turned out to be my best friend. I could talk to her. She'd understand, even though she couldn't respond with words. I would help her, too. Then, I think, she wanted to get into a relationship. I did as well. I still couldn't stop thinking about the other girl, but I was starting to think I should move on, even if it tore me up inside. But right at the beginning, she wanted to take it a step further…
Dr. ██████: What do you mean?
SCP-XXXX: …I don't want to talk about that. Basically, I realised maybe that wasn't the best idea. Some of the others would try to help me. Except the one other guy, he was a prick. They couldn't help me. No matter what any of them said, I was still just miserable. If we went out to a restaurant or something, I'd just be miserable the whole way through and ruin it. Every time. They'd be enjoying themselves, and I wanted to enjoy it with them… but I just fucking couldn't. Then, that thing happened.
Dr. ██████: Thing?
SCP-XXXX: The reason I'm here now.
Dr. ██████: Do tell, Philistine.
SCP-XXXX: We were all in the woods… well, me and three others. The girl I mentioned before, another girl, and the guy. I can't remember what we were doing, which really fucking annoys me, that ONE detail, but it's a trivial matter in all fairness. This creature appeared and killed them all except me. Really did me a favour, that did. I'm not telling you what it was, but it killed them all. I just stood there, too petrified to move. I couldn't even scream. It was like my life was flashing before my eyes, and I just couldn't do anything. I did start crying on the floor after, though, got all muddy 'n' shit. That's when he came to me.
Dr. ██████: Who came to you?
SCP-XXXX: The tall man. I don't remember his name. I can remember that he wore a surgical mask, a dope tuxedo and had his hair in a nice ponytail. But he… he's the one controlling everything. This world's decline, society, earth rotting, all of it has been because of him influencing it all bit by bit, for decades now. He showed me I had worth. He gave me this vessel… and I'd never felt more alive. Until very recently, where I've been bored out of my fucking mind and you've been looking at all of my shit.
Dr. ██████: So that's why you haven't been speaking to us?
SCP-XXXX: Yeah, and I'm starting to think that venting all that shit has proven to be a colossal waste of time.
Dr. ██████: Not necessarily. I believe this information you've given us will prove to be quite useful, Philistine.
SCP-XXXX: No shit.
<END LOG>
