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Containment: Fairly large room/ multiple rooms. Solid walls of Mangalloy steel three meters thick on all sides. Room needs enough room to store books, MREs and other food. High enoug
Dr. X: "Greetings, SCP-XXXX."
SCP: "biweekly check in time, eh doc?"
Dr. X: "Have you had any premonitions in the last few days, SCP-XXXX?"
SCP: "Cold and to the point as usual, doc. You know, I hate it here. I'm not a fucking animal or some thing. I'm a human being."
Dr. X: "Please answer my question, SCP-XXXX."
SCP: "And why should I, doc? By the way, y'all need to update your security procedures. I'm not getting enough food."
Dr.X: "What do you mean? I've increased your rations since the last time we talked."
SCP: "Then your boys on security detail are stealing it. Maybe they need longer lunch breaks, or maybe you need to hire people who aren't sadists that think I'm some circus sideshow." It happened three times, doc. Three times since you last saw me. Once a day. They can't keep room B clean. (Sobs) Goddamn blood everywhere."
Dr. X: "Please SCP-"
SCP: "My name is (redacted)! I'm not a FUCKING ANIMAL."
Dr. X: "…"
SCP: "This is the part where you say something reassuring like 'nobody thinks you're an animal' you piece of shit."
Dr. X: "Please…(Redacted) you agreed to this because you wanted to save lives, remember."
SCP: "In return for this, I expect you to either feed me more, cure me, or kill me…I had a dream about a bizarre video of Ronald Reagan. A hooded figure stepped out of the TV and killed the guy watching. That is all."
Dr.X: "Jesus, I need to get a recontainment team ready immediately." (Dr. X gets up to leave)
SCP: "Hey, don't forget our deal. Feed me more, asshole."
Dr. X: "Greetings SCP-XXXX. how are you holding up?"
SCP: "How am I holding up? How do you think I'm holding up? Look at me, I'm starving over here. I thought you were going to increase my rations?"
Dr. X: "I did increase your rations, and I sent an independent group to spy on our security team, a group I can personally vouch for and trust. Nobody has touched your rations."
SCP: "Bullshit! I knew it! You're trying to starve me too! This is all a game for you, isn't it?"
Dr. X: "Please SCP-"
SCP: "FOR THE LAST TIME MY NAME IS XXXXX. Do you know what it's like to slowly watch your humanity slip away? Do you?"
Dr. X: "You need to calm yourself."
SCP: "Calm myself? I'm fucking hungry!"
Dr. X: "Hungry? I just had your rations delivered a few hours before I came here. You should be…they're gone already?"
SCP: "Hungry…So hungry. Meat. Flesh."
Dr. X: "Security, we're having an event. Initiate secondary containment protocols."
SCP: "(coughing and gurgle sounds) No animals. Want flesh. WANT HUMAN FLESH!" (Wild screaming and scratching sounds against the glass wall. SCP-XXXX continues to stretch and violantly claw at the wall separating itself from Dr-X.) GRagh FLESH! GIVE MEAT! WANT MEAT!"
Dr. X: In light of SCP-XXXX's deteriorating condition, I move that we discontinue further interviews until we find a way to get SCP-XXXX-01 instances better under control. As valuable an asset as it is, we can't speak to it in this state anyway and there's no sense putting unnecessary personnel in danger. As of now, I've decided to leave the door to the secondary containment chamber open, as consuming flesh seems to be the only reliable way to reverse SCP-XXXX-01 instances, though I wonder if I'm not making the situation worse long term by doing so. For now, no further update will be necessary for its containment protocols, though the situation does require further monitoring. Due to its strength and increasing frequency of SCP-XXXX-01 instances, we may need to consider candidancy to move SCP-XXXX to Keter status.
