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Item #: SCP-HELP-J (“THIS IS NOT AN SCP DOCUMENT. THIS IS A CRY FOR HELP.”)
Object Class: I can’t even fucking tell at this point. Keter??? No one around this GODDAMN place seems to have any SHITTING idea of containing this MOTHERFUCKING thing as I am LITERALLY IN THE PROCESS OF DYING A VERY SLOW, VERY PAINFUL DEATH RIGHT NOW. PLEASE SEND HELP. PLEASE.
Special Containment Procedures: As far as I can tell we have none and THIS IS THE PROBLEM!!! WHY THE FUCK ISN’T THIS FUCKING THING CONTAINED?!?!?! I can’t understand why there’s no fucking document ANYWHERE about this GODDAMNED thing!!! If this was some treasured O5 secret you’d AT LEAST think they’d keep it hidden nicely because I’m pretty sure the only marketable fucking skill those come-eating bastard whores have is making sure every other fucking person doesn’t know SHIT in this foundation.
Okay. I’m calm. Fuck the O5, the Site Director, the fucking guards— As for how SHOULD this thing be contained… I really don’t fucking know, okay?! I’m just a fucking junior researcher, I’ve only worked here for 2 months and I haven’t even been assigned to any dangerous SCPs yet! First Dr. Amar has me record how fucking disgusting SCP-████ smells every 2 hours, and now this?! This shitting place pays me TOO BLOODY LITTLE TO PUT UP WITH THIS SHIT!
Description: This SCP is some kind of intangible blue-ish cloud. I think? Which means we’re probably FUCKED because I just passed through a long hallway before writing this and I’m pretty sure the entirety of Site-68 has normal air vents and yeah it’s probably escaped out of here by now, hasn’t it? Fucking shit.
Uhh what else—ahh, fuck the migraine’s getting worse and i can’t move my fucking toes it’s so fucking painful and the keyboard i’m typing into is completely soaked by my fucking tears and NO ONE believes this thing exists no matter who i call they keep telling me i’ve gone fucking crazy and is this even real? am i still alive? what the fuck is this thing?? someone please tell me im so tired theres no one around and my toes are liquid and this thing needs to be contained!!! im not crazy right??.? what im feeling has to be real please send help if youre reading this i jsut want to go home. please. im jr researcher dale cortez, currently on the 14th floor in the b wing of site 68, behind the receptionist desk in front of the elevator. the blood trail left by my liquefying feet shoudl be impossible to mis.s please send help immedaitely.
