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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special containment procedures: A bakery is to be maintained on the first floor of the building in which SCP-XXXX is located. Non-Foundation personnel are to be prevented from accessing the second floor. The bakery is to remain open 24/7, staff cycled accordingly.

Foundation personnel that interact with SCP-XXXX must enter the establishment posing as either a customer or an individual seeking employment.

Instances of SCP-XXXX-2 are not to be permitted leave from the building, barring pending requests for employment from instances of SCP-XXXX-2. See Addendum SCP-XXXX-B

Description: SCP-XXXX is an extradimensional art studio basement accessible through a hatch on the second floor of a building in downtown New York city. The anomaly was revealed to the Foundation upon the closure of the establishment. When clearing the building of personal belongings the former owner found SCP-XXXX under a rug. Upon viewing SCP-XXXX the owner contacted his cousin, field agent Billy "███" ████████. To maintain a cover story for Foundation activity at the location, the bakery was re-opened. The former owner (now field agent Robert ████████) is posted at the bakery.

Immediately upon entering SCP-XXXX, aside from the fact that it does not lead to the storefront bellow it, one notices SCP-XXXX-1, an abundance of canvas in frame on the walls. Most are torn, save three.

One painting depicts a vast starscape behind thick glass where (according to an instance of SCP-XXXX-2) a small asteroid once hit, embedding itself into the pane.

Another painting depicts a quaint house and adjacent flowerbed. The building exists on a seemingly infinite green-field, as Foundation laser scanners have failed to find an end. Standing near the work an occasional pleasant breeze may be felt, in addition to the warmth from the perpetual mid-day sun.

The third and final painting is that of a net bulging out from the weight of an unknown number of potatoes. Exploration and testing has determined that it is at least a similar phenomena to SCP-1689, however, it is not yet clear whether or not the two are directly connected.

In a room adjacent to the third painting, several instances of SCP-XXXX-2 were found, housed in crude cages. In one cage, there were seven men that each claimed to be and physically looked like Adolf Hitler. Each of them wore orange jumpsuits, with H-XXXX on the chest. The numbered designation appears to signify from which year the instance of SCP-XXXX-2 came from, as H-1914 appears to be significantly more youthful than H-1945.

A second cage contained two men that looked like and claimed to be Joseph Stalin and Benito Mussolini, respectively labelled S-1942 and M-1942.

One man that was outside of the cages is an unknown German doctor who goes by the name "Nutzloser Schweinebaur". According to him, he was brought there by the original creator of SCP-XXXX. See Interview Log SCP-XXXX-C

+ Interview Log SCP-XXXX-A

Interviewed: [H-1914, H-1923, H-1933, H-1936, H-1939, H-1942, H-1945]

Interviewer: [Dr. Oren]

Foreword: [The following interview log has been translated from German to English]

<Begin Log>

Dr. Oren: [Ok, ok. let's start with you, H-1942]

H-1942: [I would much prefer if you were to call me your Furher!]

Dr. Oren: [Now now, you very well know why that's unreasonable.]

H-1942: [Yeah. It's all been hard to get used to, you know?]

Dr. Oren: [I'm sure, I'm sure. I'll be asking the questions. Now, how did you get here?]

H-1942: [Well, it happened right after my visit with Mannerheim to celebrate his 75th. After the official record, we had a nice conversation. Anyways, post-discussion I felt it necessary to excuse myself to the restroom. That went normally until I saw a strange light flash in the mirror, followed by a hand reaching out with a club. I don't remember anything else until I woke up in the cage with the rest of… well, me.]

Dr. Oren: [So you were the last Hitler to be introduced to the group?]

H-1942: [Yes.]

Dr. Oren: [Does anyone have something to add to his account?]

H-1914: [He was dragged in by this lady and the other doctor guy. They stripped him, changed him into prison wear and shoved into the cage.]

Dr. Oren: [Good, good. How about you?]

H-1914: [I was finally getting shipped off to go fight, but as I was going to go to the shitter, I suddenly was just in that cage with a sharp headache.]

Dr. Oren: [Same as H-1942. Noted. I take it was the same for the rest of you?]

H-1939: [I was laying in bed when Eva went away to go freshen up.]

H-1933: [About the same, yes.]

H-1945: [I was about to shoot myself when the lady jumped from around a corner and attacked me with a club.]

H-1923: [I was languishing in prison when she jumped out of nowhere, and now here I am.]

Dr. Oren: [Good, good. I must say, I'm a little surprised by how candidly you all are talking.]

H-1914: [We have had a lot of time just in that cage. Not much hasn't already been said.]

Dr. Oren: [Heh….]

H-1923: [What was that?]

Dr. Oren: [I chuckled a little. It is an amusing thought, isn't it?]
<End Log>

Closing Statement: [H-1923 then proceeded to break into a fit of rage, calling Dr. Oren a variety of predictable names that need not be repeated here, with the other instances of Hitler attempting to calm him down. Dr. Oren sipped at his coffee and watched, temporarily halting motions from the stationed guards to intervene.

+ Interview Log SCP-XXXX-B

Interviewed: [S-1942, M-1942]

Interviewer: [Dr. Oren]

Foreword: [The following interview log has been translated from German to English]

<Begin Log>

Dr. Oren: [Good morning. Lovely to see that everyone made it. Let's start with you, Stalin.]

S-1942: [What do you want?]

Dr. Oren: [We would like to know what you experienced down here. What was it like from your perspective, how did it make you feel?]

S-1942: [How did it make me feel? To be quite frank, it was years of the most patronizing bullshit that I have ever experienced. That "lady' made us put on productions of Shakespeare, and always found it so so funny to make me play the women. It was the biggest relief that she left when she did, because if I had to look that Nazi bastard in the eyes and call him Romeo one more time I would have killed myself. I had never been more infuriated in my life.]

Dr. Oren: [Mhmm.]

S-1942: [I surprise myself to say this, but I completely sympathize with Donitz. He could have made less of a mess, though.]

Dr. Oren: [I've heard this "lady" mentioned a few times. Could you describe her more?]

S-1942: [You wouldn't expect someone so small and colorful to be so violent.]

Dr. Oren: [Colorful?]

M-1942: [Dyed hair, striped shirt, denim suspenders, artists cap.]

Dr. Oren: [What else could you tell me about her appearance?]

M-1942: [She changed her appearance a lot. One week a big scar would be on the left cheek, the next there would be none. The size of her nose also varied significantly.]

Dr. Oren: [Thank you, Benito. Now, what was your experience like?]

M-1942: [I was living in constant fear. She ran that shoddy acting troupe like a work camp, with any slight deviation from instruction getting sharp reprisal. She would always scream and threaten the worst things.]

Dr. Oren: [Do excuse me, but it always seems like you had outnumbered the lady. How did she keep you in line?]

M-1942: [She always carried a taser with her that was used a bit liberally. But none of that is the scary part. In spite of the taser, a few of the Hitlers figured they could overpower her. One of them distracted her while the others hid, and they eventually charged from all sides. But out of the roof came just more tasers, and all three were stopped within a foot of her, all seizing on the ground. From then on I was always afraid that the walls would think me a threat, and fry me. It was hell. I well enough understand that she more than despised us, she made that clear. Please find that horrid bitch!]

Dr. Oren: […I think that will be all for today. Any questions?]

S-1942: [Might I ask when you plan to take us out of those cages?]

Dr. Oren: [Hm?]

M-1942: [I mean, we currently are living in what are essentially large dog kennels.]

Dr. Oren: [I do apologize, but at the moment there is still some debate as to what to do. Don't worry, the ethics community shouldn't take more than a month to decide on something.]
<End Log>

Closing Statement: [M-1942 expressed dismay that his containment would remain as is for the time being.]

+ Interview Log SCP-XXXX-C

Interviewed: [Nutzloser Schweinebauer]

Interviewer: [Dr. Oren]

Foreword: [The following interview log has been translated from German to English, and Nutzloser Schweinenbaur is denoted as "Dr. N."]

<Begin Log>

Dr. Oren: [Good morning. Have a seat, please.]

Dr. N: [Pleasures all mine, good sir.]

Dr. Oren: [Indeed. Now, starting things off simple, why are you here?]

Dr. N: [He he, why are any of us here?]

Dr. Oren: [I've heard that one before.]

Dr. N: [Ah. I see.]

Dr. Oren: [Continue.]

Dr. N: [I'm sure the others already told you the Readers Digest version, that I was basically the help. Correct?]

Dr. Oren: [Correct.]

Dr. N: [Well, it's, of course, more complicated than that. You see, I was merely studying for my doctorate in anthropology, when suddenly I had come to learn that the Furher had somehow just disappeared. People with connections told me that for the past few weeks the German high command had been on a frantic search. Of course, I assumed it to be mere rumour. Why wouldn't I?]

Dr. Oren: [The logic follows. Continue.]

Dr. N: [But not an hour later, that lady approached me. She seemed markedly distressed, urging me to come help her. I, being the upstanding citizen that I am, jumped away from my research to aid the girl. It didn't turn out as expected.]

Dr. Oren: [Oh how so?]

Dr. N: [I kinda expected a cat stuck in tree sort of situation, maybe a brother was struck by a car. What I didn't expect was to be led into a room containing the corpses of Stalin and Mussolini beaten to a bloody pulp. The missing Furher was there too, cowering in the corner. Needless to say, she seemed overwhelmed, and one thing lead to another, so here I am.]

Dr. Oren: [I see, I see. Do tell me, what exactly was your role in the art studio?]

Dr. N: [If you mean aside from extra hands to hold down the catch, I believe the others would have told you about the taser roof?]

Dr. Oren: [So you built that then?]

Dr. N: [Indeed I did! It took me a bit to learn the ins and outs of engineering, but it came to me eventually, a good year's work got me some neat trinkets. I like to think my time in my father's shop helped a little.]

Dr. Oren: [Lovely. few more questions, then we can be done for today. I'm sure you know that the others think rather negatively of the lady, I'm curious as to your experience. Additionally, I'd like you to tell us what you know of her location.]

Dr. N: [To be quite frank, she seemed rather lovely. She always treated me well and trusted me with a lot. I was mostly unbothered by what she was doing, as none of them ever were the most sympathetic figures. Occasionally she got intoxicated, and whenever that'd happen I would have to stop her from forcing the Hitlers into a gay orgy, irreverent to her protests of "but that would be some real Avant-Garde shit". I don't know how to describe it exactly, but I think we paired fairly well. As for her location…]

Dr. Oren: [Yes?]

Dr. N: [I couldn't tell you. She just sort of disappeared one day, leaving me to feed the captives. I guess she seemed a bit on edge the days before she vanished, but I only noticed that after the fact.]

Dr. Oren: [Thanks for your co-operation, you may return to the studio.]
<End Log>

Closing Statement: [Dr. Oren requests that the subject be given amnestics and re-interviewed at a later date.]

O5-7 has released the following statement.

Discovering the whereabouts of this mystery woman is to be considered a top priority for those assigned to SCP-XXXX. Anyone potentially capable of going to when/wherever they desire we find a bit troubling. Requests for SCP-XXXX to be reclassified as either Euclid or Keter due to the absence of its creator have all been denied, as the woman's disappearance is irrelevant to the ease of containment for what she has created.

+ Addendum SCP-XXXX-A

The ethics committee has decided that instances of SCP-XXXX-2 are to be given more adequate amenities, including but not limited to individual bedding and a requested copy of the board game Monopoly. Dr. Cimmerian is recorded as saying:

"I understand that the history of these individuals makes plenty of you uncomfortable, but you have to understand that the righteous punishment of evildoers is not what the Foundation is for. Yes, one can say that 'you're wrong to give such people any amenities' but it needs to be done. They are useful and we can assure that they continue to be useful. Additionally, we aren't even sure that they are genuinely who they say they are. They could be constructs not more than a few years old, or they could just be tortured individuals given new memories. We just don't know, and you're wrong to think you do."

+ Addendum SCP-XXXX-B

Dr. N has requested foundation employment, citing his education in anthropology. The director for Patagonian Foundation operations, Inútil Criadorde Cerdos, has stated his support. He is cited as saying, "He clearly has great potential." When asked to clarify what he meant, Inútil stated: "His engineering skills are obvious, but I could personally use an anthropologist."