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My name is Ethan Mount. I am a Level 4 Sr. Researcher at Site-19. The following is a personal journal I have used to write down my experiences before, during, and after my unauthorized expedition into SCP-087. Before we begin, I'd like to clarify that I did come clean to the facility officials about what I did. However, I was thankfully let off the hook due to the valuable information that I found and willingly shared with the foundation. This journal is, as of now, to be kept as an official record on SCP-087, SCP-087-1, and the newly found SCP-087-2.
August 10th, 2020
Of the many mind-blowing objects the foundation keeps on and off-site, one in particular has always stood out to me: SCP-087. Found on the campus of [REDACTED], SCP-087 is considered to be an infinite stairwell, as a bottom is yet to be found. It's also one of the many anomalies that have yet to be explained, and that is what has pulled me into the case. We know almost nothing, and Document 087-IV has been redacted for unknown reasons. Whatever happened during that exploration will probably never be revealed. Maybe that's for the best. This morning, out of curiosity, I asked the foundation officials for permission to watch the video recordings of the explorations of SCP-087. I was granted permission, and watched all of the recordings as soon as possible. I noticed something in the recordings that sends chills down my spine, even as I write this. The child's voice in the videos sounded exactly like that of my son. He went missing a few years back. I continued watching the videos, trying to see any trace of SCP-087-1's appearance. Unfortunately the D-Class personnel were shaking too much for me to get a clear image. The only source of SCP-087-1's face is the still on the document, which even then, is still hidden by thick shadows. If I wish to see it clearly, I'll have to go down there myself and brave the unease. Tomorrow, I'm going to ask permission to enter the stairwell, though I doubt I will be granted any.
August 11th, 2020
As expected, access to SCP-087 was denied. But I still can't get over what I heard. I'm debating whether or not it's a good idea to go anyway. An unauthorized attempt to enter the stairwell could cost me my job, and, based on the fact that Document 087-IV was redacted, maybe my life. Who knows what happened? I can only assume someone died. But what if he's really down there? Maybe… I could get some closure?
August 12th, 2020
I finally decided. I'm going to attempt to enter the stairwell. Fortunately, I know where it is, as I've been there before, back when I was a guard. I was tasked to guard the door while testing was in progress. For confidentiality's sake, and because I respect the foundation, I will not reveal the location here. The challenge won't be getting there; It'll be getting in. The amount of volts required to open the door is unknown to me. The only information that the document gives me is that the number is two digits. I remembered it being one digit last time I checked, so I thought this was gonna be easy to go through, but I was obviously wrong. Needless to say, this could take a very, very long time… I have one thing on my side, in this case: My gear from when I was a guard. Among other things, guards of a certain level and higher are given electroshock weapons. Luckily for me, I was given permission to keep my gear in case I'm ever needed for guard duty again.
Ever since I was I kid, I used to experiment with technology. My mother used to call me her "little engineer". I used to make shorts all the time on purpose, which would, understandably, freak her out. I was eventually only allowed to experiment outside. When I found out about connecting batteries, I started testing how many AAs devices could handle before they fried. Eventually, I learned more and more about circuits and how to manage the flow of electrons coming into a device at a time, allowing me to add more batteries. This, in turn, made it so that I could make more powerful devices out of what I had. I even made my own Taser, once.
With this knowledge, I was able to increase the maximum voltage that my weapon can administer. Now, all that's left is trial and error to find the right voltage that the door needs to be opened. Once that's done, I'll be good to go. I'll write down the results when I attempt to get inside later tonight.
I guessed out how many volts I needed, but, again, I won't release them here. The door opened with a bang that stung my ears. It creaked like a vault door in an abandoned facility. I brought a lantern with me, as well as a bag of snacks and other necessities; who knows how long I'm gonna be down here. The dark doorway is intimidating, to say the least. I'm stating to have second thoughts about this. No. I can't turn back now. Once they notice the door is unblocked all suspicion will be pointed toward me, the guy who asked for permission to access the anomaly just yesterday. I have no choice but to commit. There's no point in getting caught if my questions aren't answered. My son might be down there, and I can't just gonna leave him. Hopefully I'm not too late. Hopefully he was able to survive down there. For all I know, there could be a civilization at the bottom of the staircase giving him a good life. Either way, I'm going in. I'll write frequent updates.
Flight 1
Nothing so far. It's just extremely dark. I hope I don't trip.
Flight 2
I can hear the voice now, approximately 200 meters underneath me, just like the documents say. I'm going further down. No matter what happens, I will keep descending. I have to…
Flight 5
Nothing has changed, and the voice isn't getting any closer.
Flight 22
I'm still not getting any closer to the kid. Seems that everything is still matching up with the documents so far.
Flight 50
I'm starting to feel uneasy. According to the documents, I should see SCP-087-1 once I descend the first step of the next flight. I'm gonna have a granola bar and take some time to breathe to calm my nerves.
Okay… I'm ready…
Flight 51
There it is. It's down there on the next platform… staring at me… My knee's feel like they're going to give out. Every fiber of my body is telling me to run. It must be some effect that it has. I'm going to fight it, and keep going. I'm positive that if I die, someone will find this, since the foundation will no-doubt be notified about the break-in. Here goes… everything…
It's still there. It hasn't moved a muscle. I can sort of make out a silhouette of a body. From what I can see, it's not normal. It's fingers are stretched out to the ground, and it seems like the rest of the body is also disproportionate. I'm moving closer and all it's doing is opening and closing it's hands. But not in a menacing way; it's just natural movements. Though, I'd be lying if I said the scraping noise this movement made didn't freak me out a little.
It just tilted it's head at me like a puppy. It almost looked cute. As I'm writing this, it's raised its hand and pointed at me. It's finger brushed against my nose.
It just spoke.
"You… Father…". What the hell does that even mean? I'm going to attempt to communicate with it. I'll write down what happened after, assuming I'm not dead…
It's really hard to write with tears in your eyes, isn't it? I asked SCP-087-1 what it meant. It said: "You… Father of child… I… have been… looking… for… you… Father…" The cut up sentences were hard to understand, so I asked it if it could speak clearly. Obviously English was not this it's first language. However, it did it's best.
"I found a child. It was… lost. Came down. I… ask child… who it belong to… it tells me of man that look like… you…"
"You found my kid?" I asked, tears running down my face. Hope welled in my mind.
"Yes… I… guard… the child… for a long time. Orange men… tried to… take… child… Was forced… to kill… last one… to protect… Made staircase… go forever… so they never reach child… You are… the father?"
"Yes, yes! I'm the father. Can you take me to him? Please?"
The stairway got much brighter and I could see the bottom quickly rise up to where we were. We're going to see my son. I'm finally going to see my son! I'll update as soon as I can.
Here's what happened:
SCP-087-1 led me down the stairs ahead of us. At the bottom, there was a tunnel. It looked familiar. A dimly-lit cave of slimy, wet walls. After leading me through a few corridors, we finally came to a bedroom. Unlike the rest of the area, the bedroom was a normal kid's room. It looked exactly like my son's bedroom, and my son was there, on the bed! It's been six years since he first went missing! He was finally in front of me! At the time, he was 8 years old. He looks to be about 14 now. Here's how are conversation went:
"Dad?"
"[REDACTED]! (fill in) It's me! I'm here!"
"Dad!"
"I missed you so much."
"I missed you too, thank you."
At this point, we were both already sobbing, finally reunited.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't there… If I'd known where you were, I would've come right away. I swear."
"It's okay, dad. [REDACTED] (Referencing SCP-087-1) took care of me. How's mom doing?"
"She's alright. She still misses you… a lot. Never really got over it."
*He nods.*
"Wait… you're not a ghost… are you…?"
"No, I'm not dead. I just said, [REDACTED] took care of me while you were gone."
"So… you're okay? It's a bit weird, I feel like it shouldn't be this easy to just see you again, or bring you back home."
"It does seem anticlimactic, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, it does. Let's go home."
Just then, my son's face started warping. His face melted and his pupils disappeared along with his mouth and nostrils. He grew up to seven feet and grabbed me with freakishly large hands. It said: "I'm afraid I cannot let that happen." Suddenly, it spoke clear English. "You've mine now. Even after six years, I knew that one day you would finally come for your precious son." Venom dripped from the last few words.
I was terrified. I felt weak, and limp. Unfortunately. I got sassy. "You know, I would've preferred anticlimactic over cliché." I said.
"You're only making the inevitable more painful!" It said before throwing me across the room. I landed against the wall with a sick thud.
"I am going to shred your torso until you bleed out of your ass!" It growled.
I quickly reached into my bag and got out my weapon. "Don't you dare come any fucking closer!" I yelled, hyperventilating. It didn't listen. I shot it, which stunned it long enough for me to get away. There was no signal down there. I don't know how long I was running, but eventually, I tripped over something and fell right on my face. The ground was cold and wet. I turned over to see SCP-087-1 reaching it's hand out to grab me. "This is the end." I thought and closed my eyes, sobbing.
Suddenly, the sound of roaring flames echoed through the caves and light shined through my eyelids. I opened my eyes to see SCP-087-1 cowering from a large flame, running away. The flames subsided and I could see the MTF-Epsilon 11 ("Nine Tailed Fox"). Each of them carrying flamethrowers. They asked me for identification. I complied. I then noticed what I had tripped over. It was a thick cord. We followed it and found my son in a cryogenic stasis. It took a while, but we managed to finally get it open and are now escorting him to the Site-19 Medical Facility. Apparently, I was down there all night, and the foundation already found out about the unauthorized entry. What I don't understand is why it felt like I was only there for half an hour. I'll leave an update on what happens, assuming I'm not fired and given amnestics.
August 14th, 2020
I thought I'd be fired. Thankfully, due to me finding valuable information, the Foundation is only temporarily punishing me. My son's vitals are alright and he should wake up soon. When he does, he will be classified as SCP-087-2 and will have frequent appointments to the facility to check on him in case we notice any anomalous side effects. This also means my wife had to be informed about the Foundation, and sign non-disclosure agreements. She decided to go a step further and take a position at the facility, to help in any way she can. That's still being decided by the officials. If you're reading this, that means this journal was turned into an official document regarding SCP-087, SCP-087-1, and the newly found SCP-087-2. This is Ethan Mount, signing off.
