Interviewee: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Humphries
<Begin Video Log, [5/20/2004 3:15 AM]>
Dr. Humphries enters SCP-XXXX’s containment cell, and sits down in a chair brought in for the interview.
Dr. Humphries: Good morning, SCP-XXXX. I am Dr. Humphries.
SCP-XXXX: Good morning, hah, good one! Technically true, though it’s the dead of night. You got me there. My name is Kuizzler, by the way. Don’t forget it!
Dr. Humphries: I know that is what you call yourself; however, I am required to call you by your designation, SCP-XXXX. Do I make myself clear?
SCP-XXXX: If you name them, you’ll become attached. Do you not want to get too attached, Humphries old pal? Do you want to dissociate from me? If I have a name yoouull begin to like meee, is that it? Is that why you use an ID for me? Do you not want to connect with mehehe? Because let me tell you, I am funnnnnnn to be around! I’ve run gameshows, you know! I know how to dazzle the crowds. Tell me doctor, is my numeric identifier randomly assigned? Or perhaps it’s based on a sequentially numbered list, implying that there are precisely XXXX-1 other people with funnn properties? And perhaps that number runs higher, XXXX+1 or more! Do tell, do tell, doc!
Dr. Humphries: I am not at liberty to disclose that information to you, SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX: Aww Doctor, secrets, secrets, are no funnn! But your furtive language does tell a tale, does it not? It’s the latter. Heh, a random ID tells no tales, but a sequential list does, doc! There is no reason to hide these numbers from me unless they had meaning! It implies there are othersssss… Do tell me about these other funnn beings, doc! I simply must know! I have to know!
Dr. Humphries: Again, I cannot disclose any such information to you, if indeed such hypothetical information even existed, and it doesn’t. But enough of this idle talk, I have some questions to ask you.
SCP-XXXX: No games?! But games are funnn doc!.. Fine fine fine. Questions can be funnn too! Fire at Will, doc. My name used to be Will. Haha!
Dr. Humphries: No, no games, I need you to focus for me so you can answer some questions. Tell me, how long have you had your “fun” properties?
SCP-XXXX: Are we talking questions about my obvious wit, my expansive memory capacity, my crowd-pleasing charm, or it may just be plain good looks, perhaps?
Dr. Humphries: No. You can start with your dreams.
SCP-XXXX looks quizzically at Dr. Humphries…
SCP-XXXX: Ohhhh, it would be THAT. About that… I noticed I could share my dreams as a child, with my brother, with my mother, with my father. I noticed that I would begin to learn things from them, in that shared dream time. I would question them about the things I learned from them, but I would never mention this to them during my waking moments. But they’d bring it up, ohoho yes they did, all the time; they thought I was a bad omen, in that regard. Why else would I keep showing up in their dreams, huh? So they gave me up to the foster system, that’s just like them! I’d be with a family for a while… That is until they couldn’t take my presence in their dreams any longer, and reassigned. Rinse and repeat. It was funnn! I did this until I was 14, got sick of it, and ran away. I began to discover more about my abilities, refine them, and over the years finally, I hatched a GENIUS plan, indeedie do I did!
Dr. Humphries: That’s a few more details perhaps than I was looking for, but I appreciate your honestly and straightforwardness. Next, I would like to hear more about this plan. Was it this plan of yours we foiled?
SCP-XXXX’s voice takes on a malevolent tone:
SCP-XXXX: Unfortunatelyyyy….. Yessss….. I was going to become the most knowledgeable person on the planet, I was going to be big time, I was going to learn everything known to man! Imagine the power of all that knowledge!! Huhhhh….. But your goons found me somehow… I was soo furioussss! Hehehehhhh… OH OH, but I am definitely being treated well here, all this learning material, all the knowledge I could want, mhmm! I am satisfied… for now…
Dr. Humphries: For now? What do you mean ‘for now’?
SCP-XXXX’s voice returns to its normal tone.
SCP-XXXX: Oh oh ohhh! I mean that I would be most disappointed if you failed to deliver new material, hehehe.
Dr. Humphries: So tell me then, why do you want to gain knowledge, fun facts, and trivia, and why do you want to quiz, and to question?
SCP-XXXX: Let me think… How to put it in a way you can relate to… Let’s say I have an itch, and learning new information, as well as sharing said information, or quizzing others on the information, scratches that itch most satisfactorilyyy…. I know so much, is it not obvious that I would want to quiz others, or tell fun facts? It’s a way to express that information. Or let’s put it this way. I need it. Like how you may need food or water or air; I need to learn, and I need to share. That, and knowledge IS power, heheh, wouldn’t you agree, doc?
Dr. Humphries: Yes, I think the pursuit of knowledge is certainl-
SCP-XXXX interrupts Dr. Humphries.
SCP-XXXX: THAT, and I think I would just DIE of boredom if I didn’t have my knowledge. To me, knowledge is to die for. I really do need it, doc. You get me?
Dr. Humphries: It is considered rude to interrupt someone when speaking. But, I can grasp the importance of these behaviors to your well-being, then. So tell me, is that why your dreams are always the same basic format, being that of a game show? I am curious why you don’t just get their knowledge and then move onto the next subject.
SCP-XXXX’s voice takes on an annoyed tone.
SCP-XXXX: Because, don’t you see doc!? That would be no funnn… Let me tell you this right here, I like to share, doc. I share my knowledge, my trivia, my fun facts, my… prowwwesss, AND I like to have funnn doing it! In the form of a game show! Imagine that! I love game shows! I like to take my time and have MY funnn… I like to take it slowwww, and savorrrrr it. It’s the best way to scratch the itch. Satisfies my cravings that way. Not that I COULDN’T do things your way, doc doc, but it just wouldn’t do, it just… wouldn’t. Scratch. The. Itch!!!
SCP-XXXX’s voice returns to normal.
SCP-XXXX: Annnnd, it’s something to keep them busy while I download their knowledge, in a most sssatistactory and funnn way!
Dr. Humphries: I see. That does makes sense in light of what you have told me. Is there anything else I should know about this?
SCP-XXXX: OH yes sir you bet there is! Did… did you know the common name ‘Daddy Long Legs’ actually designates three different species haha! And yet, the funnn thing about them is, old wives used to have tales that stipulated they were the most poisonous of all spiders, but that their fangs weren’t long enough to penetrate human skin. Can you believe that doc?
Dr. Humphries raises his hands to his face, and slowly drags them down. Then sighs.
Dr. Humphries: That… doesn’t seem to be the answer I was looking for at all-
SCP-XXXX: But, the even more funn thing is, spiders are not even poisonussss! They are actually venomussss! Hehe that’s pretty funny. But that’s not the most funny thing about it, doc. Of the three species that ‘Daddy Long Legs’ designates, only ooooone is actually a spider. The other two are not even spiders at all.
Dr. Humphries face has a slight smile, as he looks away from SCP-XXXX, slowly nodding his head.
Dr. Humphries: Again, SCP-XXXX, it is rude to interrupt people. This isn’t even the question I was asking at all. Can you please just answer my question?
SCP-XXXX: ‘Can you please just answer my question…’ OK Doc, sorry, sorry… Ahem… Let me try to get the voice right…
SCP-XXXX clears its throat, and its voice changes dramatically.
Can you please just answer my fabulous question: Which United States Civil War general is famous for his ‘March to the Sea’ campaign meant to strike a devastating blow at the heart of the Confederate South? Is it, a) Gen. Robert E. Lee, b) Gen. William T. Sherman, c) Gen. Ulysses S. Grant, d) Gen. Thomas ‘Stonewall’ Jackson, or e) Gen. George Custer? You have one minute to make your final answer.
SCP-XXXX stares intently at Dr. Humphries with giddy anticipation…
Dr. Humphries’ tone turns unpleasant. His face has a look of disappointment.
Dr. Humphries: No, no, no! SCP-XXXX, I am asking you a question. You are not asking me a question from one of your silly shows.
His tone returns to normal.
All I wanted to know was if there was any other reason you used the game show format.
SCP-XXXX: Well gee, doc… When you’re a freeeeak like meeee, nuh-nuh-nobody ever wants to be around you. The shows allow me to interact with people in a way I wouldn’t normally be able to. For crying out loud, my family cast me out because they thought I was sent from the done diddly darn devil. OH, do yooou know the devil doc? Is he here, among your ranks, given a numeric ID? Imprisoned in this, not so funnn, steel and concrete, not a wonderland?
Without thinking, Dr. Humphries plainly states:
Dr. Humphries: There is no such thing as SCP-2980…
Dr. Humphries’ eyes widen in realization of his error.
SCP-XXXX jumps up out of its seat and points at Dr. Humphries.
SCP-XXXX: HA! By my estimations doc, that’s a Freudian Slip. Do you know Freud? He was pretty funn. Can Iiii meet the devil?
Dr. Humphries: Ahem… There is no such thing. I misspoke. That is all the questions I have for you for now. Thank you for your time and cooperation.
SCP-XXXX sits back down, and states mockingly:
SCP-XXXX: Oh you are soooo welcome Hummmphrieeees. Not that I had a choice in the matter, I was a captive audience, after all, heheh.
Dr. Humphries appears to be visibly frustrated
Dr. Humphries: This concludes our time. Enjoy the rest of your day, SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX: Oh hohoho! I think I… most definitely will, doc. I most definitely will. You too, Mr. SCP man. Tell SCP-XXXX-1 and SCP-2980 I said hi, and I would like to meet them.
Dr. Humphries: There is no such thing, SCP-XXXX. Your number IS a random identifier. You can have all the theories and conjectures you want, but at the end of the day, it’s just you, me, and a couple others like me here. Goodbye and Goodnight. Err, morning…
Dr. Humphries gets up, the guard opens the door and steps aside for him, and then leaves the room.
<End Log, [5/20/2004 3:34 AM]>