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Item#: XXXX

Level2

Containment Class:

pending

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

dark

Risk Class:

notice

link to memo

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Special Containment Procedures: The house containing SCP-XXXX-1 is to be inhabited by field agents in shifts of one-month periods. Said agents are not to have any contact with civilians living nearby. Any unauthorized individuals attempting to enter the house are to be detained, questioned, and given appropriate amnestic treatment.

Description: SCP-XXXX-1 is a boy's bedroom within a house located in Gilbert, Arizona. When entered, the individual(s) inside are transported to an extradimensional location, designated SCP-XXXX-2. Transportation back to the house is achievable via the exit point within SCP-XXXX-2.

SCP-XXXX-2 is, according to current available data, entirely subterranean, although it possesses an abnormal abundance of oxygen. The cavernous portion of SCP-XXXX-2 is exactly 1.5 km in diameter, and all attempts to find any other caverns have met with failure. SCP-XXXX-2 is inhabited by organisms belonging to the Theraphosidae¹ family, which have proven incapable of exiting SCP-XXXX-2.

SCP-XXXX-3 is, for all intents and purposes, a large human brain, approximately 20 m in diameter, located inside of SCP-XXXX-2. SCP-XXXX-3 has proven capable of perceiving tactile and auditory stimuli, although its methods of doing so are unknown. SCP-XXXX-3 is capable of manifesting auditory phenomena resembling the voice of a pre-adolescent male, which it uses as a means of communication. Auditory range of this phenomena from SCP-XXXX-3 is proportional to its volume.

Addendum XXXX.1: Discovery Log

 + Video Transcript XXXX-A-1

Date: 05-02-2014
Transcript Start: 13:33 UTC
Agents: Field Agent John-Lou Hertzz

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Foreword: Video feed is taken from the body cam of a Foundation field agent embedded in the Maricopa County police force.

<Begin Log>

Log begins with Agent Hertzz standing on the front porch of a house, accompanied by Michael King, a civilian officer. He moves forward and knocks on the door.

Agent Hertzz: Hello?

Thirteen seconds pass before the door is answered by Erin Mulligan, the owner of the home.

Agent Hertzz: Hello, ma'am. You reported a missing person to 911 around 12:45 today?

Erin Mulligan: Yeah, I did. Uuhh… just follow me.

Agent Hertzz: Okay…

Erin steps aside to let the two men enter, which they do. She then closes the door behind them before leading them up a nearby staircase. After reaching the top, the group walks some distance down a hallway before stopping in front of a door. Erin turns to face the other two.

Erin Mulligan: I… I really don't know how to prepare you for what you're about to see. I, um… just be prepared, okay?

Agent Hertzz: Okay…

Erin opens the door, revealing SCP-XXXX-1, and gestures for the other two to enter. Agent Hurtzz hesitates a moment before entering. He is transported to SCP-XXXX-2 upon crossing the threshold. He exclaims and immediately steps backwards, causing him to be transported back to his previous location.

Michael King: -the fuck?!

Agent Hertzz: [Exclamation]

Agent Hertzz turns to look at Erin, who remains standing still.

Erin Mulligan: I…

Erin sighs and gestures for the other two to follow her before entering SCP-XXXX-1. Agent Hertzz turns and looks at Michael, who acts bewildered. He then turns back towards SCP-XXXX-1 and, with further hesitation, enters, transporting him to SCP-XXXX-2, where he sees Erin standing with a flashlight. He makes room for Michael to enter before examining his surroundings. He turns towards the entry point and waits for Michael, who appears after fourteen seconds of waiting. His fists are clenched and shoulders are tensed when he comes through.

Agent Hertzz: Well… you know how this happened?

Erin Mulligan: No idea. I just… came into his room, and found this, and I don't…

Erin's eyes become focused on one spot on the floor, her expression rigid. Her eyes become watery for a moment, before returning to normal. She stays like this for a few moments before continuing.

Erin Mulligan: I don't know where he is.

Several seconds of silence follow.

Agent Hertzz: So… you think we ought to look in here?

Michael King: What?

Erin Mulligan: Yes, please; that's… yeah.

Erin turns around and begins walking, the other two following her. They continue in silence for several minutes before Erin illuminates a tarantula to their right. They all stop.

Michael King: Okay, what… what the fuck is this?! Why are we walking through some random… magic cave in your house that has tarantulas in it?!

Erin Mulligan: I haven't seen this before; I, um… I haven't come this far.

Agent Hertzz: Hey, Michael, I know this is… freaky, but please do try to stay calm.

Michael looks at him and sighs. They continue walking. Approximately ten minutes later, SCP-XXXX-3 becomes visible. They all stop, and are silent for several moments.

Michael King: Okay, no. We're fucking leaving.

Michael turns and begins walking away.

SCP-XXXX-3: Hello?

Erin gasps.

SCP-XXXX-3: Wait, no! Please don't go!

Erin Mulligan: Oh my gosh.

SCP-XXXX-3: Mom?!

Michael King: Wha…

Erin appears to get dizzy, losing her balance and putting her face in her hands.

SCP-XXXX-3: Mom?!

Erin Mulligan: Yes. Yes, it's me, sweetie.

SCP-XXXX-3: Mom! Mom, please, I… I don't know what happened to me; I can't see anything!

Erin Mulligan: I… d-don't worry, we're gonna…

Silence.

Erin Mulligan: We're gonna find some… we're… oh, my head…

Erin's breathing gets slower and heavier, and she puts her head back in her hands.

Erin Mulligan: Don't worry, sweetie.

Erin stays in this position, her breathing continuing to be slow and heavy.

Agent Hertzz: I'm gonna go call someone.

Agent Hertzz turns and walks back to the exit point of SCP-XXXX-2, using his own flashlight. He re-enters the house, and does something to his radio that allows him to contact his station.

Agent Hertzz: Dispatch, I found something odd.²

Addendum XXXX.2: Interview and Incident Logs

 + Video Transcript XXXX-A-1

Date: 05-02-2014

<End Log>

 + Transcript of Interview XXXX-A-2

Date: 05-06-2014, 15:05 UTC

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-3

Interviewer: Senior Researcher Alyssa Farafan

<Begin Log>

Alyssa Farafan: Hello?

SCP-XXXX-3: Oh, you're back.

Alyssa Farafan: Yes, and I trust you'll be less irrational this time?

SCP-XXXX-3: Yeah.

Alyssa Farafan: Good.

SCP-XXXX-3: I'm sorry I yelled at you, by the way.

Alyssa Farafan: That's okay.

SCP-XXXX-3: I really shouldn't have. You didn't deserve it; you didn't know where my mom was.

Alyssa Farafan: It's okay; I understand. Now, I'm actually here to ask you some questions.

SCP-XXXX-3: Oh, really? Why?

Alyssa Farafan: Because of your condition. We're trying to figure out how to help you.³

SCP-XXXX-3: Oh, okay!

Alyssa Farafan: Now, do you know how you ended up like this?

SCP-XXXX-3: Um… no, I don't.

Alyssa Farafan: What's the last thing you remember before you couldn't see?

SCP-XXXX-3: Well, I was in bed trying to sleep, and…

[No dialogue for nine seconds.]

Alyssa Farafan: Hello?

SCP-XXXX-3: I-I'm sorry. I think there's a spider on me. Can you please get it off?

Alyssa Farafan: Um… okay.

[No dialogue for thirty-three seconds.]

SCP-XXXX-3: Thank you.

Alyssa Farafan: (clearing throat) Anyway, you were telling me you were trying to sleep, and then what happened?

SCP-XXXX-3: Oh, right. So, I was trying to sleep, but I was having a hard time because I was scared I would have my nightmares again.

Alyssa Farafan: You had persistent nightmares?

[Three second pause.]

SCP-XXXX-3: I don't know what that means.

Alyssa Farafan: You had them a lot? Like, maybe every night, or every couple of nights?

SCP-XXXX-3: Yeah, like, every couple of nights. They were really bad, too. One time, I had a nightmare where I was stuck in a web, and these big banana spiders were biting me and trying to crawl into my mouth.

Alyssa Farafan: Did your dreams usually involve spiders? The nightmares, I mean.

SCP-XXXX-3: Most of them, why?

Alyssa Farafan: It could be important later.

[Four second pause.]

SCP-XXXX-3: Hey, you can see, right?

Alyssa Farafan: Yes.

SCP-XXXX-3: Can you tell me where I am?

Alyssa Farafan: Oh, uh… well, you're in some kind of cave.

SCP-XXXX-3: A cave?!

Alyssa Farafan: Yes.

SCP-XXXX-3: What am I doing in a cave?! Get me out!

Alyssa Farafan: I… I'm sorry; I can't.

SCP-XXXX-3: (shouting) Why not?!

Alyssa Farafan: You're… you're in a bad place; I can't get to you.

SCP-XXXX-3: (shouting) No! You have to find some way, please! Go get help or something!

Alyssa Farafan: Look, you're not in any danger; you're fine! The only things in here are us and the tarantulas.

SCP-XXXX-3: (shouting) I know! That's why I want out!

Alyssa Farafan: I-I'm sorry; I can't.

SCP-XXXX-3: (shouting) Please!

Alyssa Farafan: You're fine, okay?! I'm here with you; nobody's hurting you-

SCP-XXXX-3: Please, please, where's my mom?! I just want my mom. Please, where is she?! Where is she?! I just want my mom! Where is my mom?! Please…

[SCP-XXXX-3 continues rambling for the remainder of the interview.]

<End Log>

 + Transcript of Interview XXXX-A-3

Date: 05-07-2014, 15:08 UTC

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-3

Interviewer: Senior Researcher Alyssa Farafan

<Begin Log>

Alyssa Farafan: Hello again.

[No dialogue for ten seconds.]

Alyssa Farafan: Um… hello?

[No dialogue for six seconds.]

Alyssa Farafan: Hello?!

SCP-XXXX-3: Oh, sorry. I didn't realize you were here.

Alyssa Farafan: That's okay.

SCP-XXXX-3: Hey, what was your name again? Sorry, I forgot.

Alyssa Farafan: My name is Bree.

SCP-XXXX-3: Oh. Hey, um… Bree…

Alyssa Farafan: Yes?

SCP-XXXX-3: Do you know what's wrong with me?

Alyssa Farafan: Well, that's what we're trying to figure out.

SCP-XXXX-3: Yeah, I know. I ask because… well, I realized something earlier.

Alyssa Farafan: And what is that?

SCP-XXXX-3: I haven't been hungry the entire time I've been here, or thristy, and I… it scares me. Like, what…

[No dialogue for seven seconds.]

Alyssa Farafan: Yes?

SCP-XXXX-3: Am I gonna be okay?

Alyssa Farafan: You're going to be fine. We see no threat of anything happening to you.

SCP-XXXX-3: I hope so.

[No dialogue for three seconds.]

Alyssa Farafan: (clearing throat) Now, I've still got some questions for you.

SCP-XXXX-3: Oh, right, yeah.

Alyssa Farafan: You remember yesterday when we talked about your nightmares?

SCP-XXXX-3: Uh huh.

Alyssa Farafan: Did they have any other recurring components, like the spiders?

SCP-XXXX-3: Um… no, not that I can remember.

Alyssa Farafan: Would you say you have a fear of spiders?

SCP-XXXX-3: I guess. I, um… I think there's a few on me right now; can you please get them off?

Alyssa Farafan: (sigh) Alright.

[No dialogue for forty-three seconds.]

SCP-XXXX-3: Are you getting them off?

Alyssa Farafan: Yes, I am. There's just a lot.

SCP-XXXX-3: It feels like there's more than when you started.

Alyssa Farafan: I'm getting them off.

[No dialogue for thirteen seconds.]

SCP-XXXX-3: Ow! I think they're biting me!

Alyssa Farafan: What? Tarantulas don't bite.

SCP-XXXX-3: Well, they are!

[No dialogue for eleven seconds.]

SCP-XXXX-3: Please, there's so many; they hurt!

Alyssa Farafan: I'm trying!

SCP-XXXX-3: (shouting) Please, they hurt! Get them off already; they're biting me!

Alyssa Farafan: (shouting) I'm trying!

SCP-XXXX-3: (shouting) Come on! They're hurting me!

[The remaining dialogue of this interview is interlaced with the screaming of SCP-XXXX-3.]

SCP-XXXX-3: Please, get them off already!

Alyssa Farafan: Oh my god.

SCP-XXXX-3: Bree!

Alyssa Farafan: Oh, shit!

SCP-XXXX-3: Bree, please!

(rapid footsteps and heavy breathing)

SCP-XXXX-3: (growing quieter) Bree! Bree, please help me! Bree!

<End Log>

Afterword: In light of the hostile actions taken by the Theraphosidae specimens within SCP-XXXX-2, any further interviews are to be conducted under the protection of an armed escort.

 + Transcript of Interview XXXX-A-4

Date: 05-09-2014, 15:06 UTC

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-3

Interviewer: Senior Researcher Alyssa Farafan

<Begin Log>

SCP-XXXX-3: Hello?

Alyssa Farafan: Hello.

SCP-XXXX-3: Oh, thank God! I didn't think you were coming back!

Alyssa Farafan: Yes, sorry, we had to make sure I wouldn't be in any more danger while I'm here.

SCP-XXXX-3: Oh, yeah, sorry.

Alyssa Farafan: You don't need to apologize.

SCP-XXXX-3: I feel like I do, though.

Alyssa Farafan: And why is that?

SCP-XXXX-3: Well, I mean… I don't know. I guess because it was my fault you were in here, and you were trying to get them off me, and… and they attacked you.

Alyssa Farafan: It wasn't your fault. If anything, I'm the one who should be apologizing for not being able to help you.

SCP-XXXX-3: No, it's okay. I was able to get them off myself, actually.

Alyssa Farafan: Really? How?

SCP-XXXX-3: I don't know. I guess I scared them or something, 'cause they all just left after a while.

Alyssa Farafan: Hmm.

SCP-XXXX-3: What?

Alyssa Farafan: Nothing. Just thinking.

SCP-XXXX-3: Oh.

Alyssa Farafan: Oh, uh, anyway… I actually… uh… I actually have something I'm supposed to ask you.

[No dialogue for four seconds.]

SCP-XXXX-3: Okay, what is it?

[Two second pause.]

Alyssa Farafan: Um… do you, uh…

[No dialogue for three seconds.]

SCP-XXXX-3: What?!

Alyssa Farafan: Do you know… what state you're in?

[Two second pause.]

SCP-XXXX-3: What do you mean, like, Arizona?

Alyssa Farafan: No, no… how you are. Your body.

SCP-XXXX-3: What are you talking about?

Alyssa Farafan: Shit… uh… you're… (sigh) I'm sorry. I'll be back later.

<End Log>

Afterword: Following her actions, Alyssa Farafan was reprimanded, but was allowed time to prepare herself for her next interview with SCP-XXXX-3.

 + Transcript of Interview XXXX-A-5

Date: 05-10-2014, 15:05 UTC

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-3

Interviewer: Senior Researcher Alyssa Farafan

<Begin Log>

SCP-XXXX-3: Oh, hey.

Alyssa Farafan Hello.

SCP-XXXX-3: I, uh… I figured out what you were talking about.

[No dialogue for three seconds.]

Alyssa Farafan: Oh.

[No dialogue for five seconds.]

SCP-XXXX-3: You're not really trying to help me, are you?

Alyssa Farafan: W-

SCP-XXXX-3: Actually, don't even answer. I know you're not. You- y'know what? Why don't you just leave?

Alyssa Farafan: I… I can't do that this time.

SCP-XXXX-3: What are you even here for?

Alyssa Farafan: I'm not allowed to tell you that.

SCP-XXXX-3: I don't care. Tell me.

Alyssa Farafan: I can't.

SCP-XXXX-3: Then I want you to leave, or I'm not ever talking to you again.

Alyssa Farafan: (sigh)

<End Log>

 + Transcript of Incident XXXX-A-1

Date: 05-11-2014, 15:11 UTC

SCP Item Involved: SCP-XXXX

Personnel Involved: Senior Researcher Alyssa Farafan, Security Staff Mike Zooman, Jerry Lowes, Dae Gwan, and Seth Donahue

<Begin Log>

Alyssa Farafan: This is Alyssa Farafan. I've just entered SCP-XXXX-2 in order to conduct my interview with dash-three, and there seems to be some kind of stone blockage around me and my security preventing us from entering any farther. Our limited space appears to be about… nine meters in diameter. We've spent several minutes trying to find a way through, and, unfortunately, it looks like we're going to have to abort this interview.

<End Log>

 + Transcript of Interview XXXX-A-6

Date: 05-14-2014, 15:06 UTC

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-3

Interviewer: Senior Researcher Alyssa Farafan

<Begin Log>

Alyssa FI was surprised at how big I was at first. They all looked so small after I let them back in. I was even more surprised when I learned how to see, even if I did do it on purpose. After I realized what happened to me, everything else became so easy. It's like I was just missing a puzzle piece. Not that any of you helped. You were never trying to help me. But that doesn't matter now anyway. I've figured out how to leave, so I'm going to go back to normal, find my mom, and you'll never see us again.

Goodbye.

Footnotes

1. Tarantula

2. "I found something odd" is the code phrase for field agents to report an anomaly.

3. Liar.