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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is contained within a standard humanoid containment cell in Site-87. Once per week, a human corpse from the Site-87 morgue (or the Sloth's Pit Recreational Morgue) is to be deposited into SCP-XXXX's containment cell, by a guard equipped with an EOD suit and pepper spray. Remote interviews are to be conducted with SCP-XXXX weekly by an on-site anomalous humanoid psychiatrist.
In order to facilitate cooperation with SCP-XXXX, it has been allowed to construct a desktop computer for cryptocurrency mining. SCP-XXXX's Internet usage is to be monitored by the Site-87 AIAD fork of JARVIS.aic. If SCP-XXXX attacks personnel, fails to take a daily shower, or attempts to access restricted websites1, its computer privileges are to be rescinded for at least two weeks.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a male humanoid entity, standing at approximately 2.8 meters tall and weighing 59kg. SCP-XXXX is emaciated and bears signs of severe starvation, despite regular feeding. SCP-XXXX's arms and legs are are disproportionate to the rest of its body, being approximately double the expected length. SCP-XXXX is capable of speech.
SCP-XXXX is only capable of digesting tissue that is or was part of a human body. Attempting to feed SCP-XXXX any other vegetable or animal matter, as well as synthetic human tissue, has resulted in SCP-XXXX's mental state worsening.
SCP-XXXX suffers from an inferiority complex, as well as displaying symptoms of clinical depression and anger issues. This is compounded by its anomalous features, which cause SCP-XXXX to experience perpetual hunger. These symptoms are alleviated via the aforementioned consumption of human flesh, but return within thirty-six hours.
Despite conforming to the typical physical and mental traits of a Midwestern Homo wendigo, SCP-XXXX is notable due to the fact that it claims to have never consumed foreign human tissue prior to its transformation.
Discovery: SCP-XXXX was discovered following a 9-1-1 call to the Sloth's Pit Police Department by one Angeline Kennedy, who reported that her grandson Reginald "Reggie" Kennedy had been 'eaten by a wendigo'. Despite appropriate precautions being taken, SCP-XXXX was able to ambush and kill Officer Alfred Kidd, who was partially consumed before SCP-XXXX could be subdued. SCP-XXXX claims to be Reginald Kennedy, which is corroborated by statements made in interviews following containment, as well as SCP-XXXX's knowledge of various banking credentials.
SCP-XXXX's bedroom had a temperature of approximately 41°C; this is attributed to a sophisticated cryptocurrency mining rig that took up the western wall of the room. Previously, the Kennedy residence had been investigated by the Foundation due to abnormal power consumption, which was attributed to this rig. Normally, it is very difficult for Homo wendigo to survive in temperatures exceeding 21°C.
Admission Interview: The following is an excerpt of the admission interview for SCP-XXXX.
Interviewing Personnel: Dr. Cynthia Galvin, Exoanthropologist.
Subject: SCP-XXXXDr. Galvin: Subject refers to itself as Reginald 'Reggie' Kennedy. Subject displays complete mutation into a mostly typical specimen of Homo wendigo, with several—
SCP-XXXX: Did you just call me gay?
[Dr. Galvin pauses for several seconds, stunned by the question.]
Dr. Galvin: Homo as in Homo sapiens. It literally just means 'man', in this context. I'm Homo sapiens, a few cells down we have Homo vespatrix, and you're a specimen of Homo wendigo.
SCP-XXXX: Uh, no. Wendigo don't exist. They're a myth made up by grandparents to scare kids like me into behaving and eating their vegetables, or else the government's gonna steal 'em away.
Dr. Galvin: How… how long have you lived in Sloth's Pit?
SCP-XXXX: Six months. Granny's keeping a roof over me until I get more liquid.
Dr. Galvin: And… you are not a registered citizen?
SCP-XXXX: I mean, I've got a year-long visa from Canada. You got any food? I could go for pulled pork about now.
Dr. Galvin: [Several seconds of indistinct speech, punctuated by swears and an expletive directed towards the workers at various relevant offices throughout Douglas County.] You're asking about food? You literally tore a member of the police force in two. You still have some of his brain stuck in your teeth.
SCP-XXXX: Huh. [SCP-XXXX licks at its teeth.] Not bad.
Dr. Galvin: And you have… never consumed human tissue before?
SCP-XXXX: I swallowed one of my baby teeth when I was, like, eight, and I used to chew my nails. But nothing beyond that.
Dr. Galvin: Autophagic wendigo are rare, so it's probably not that. Uh… what else do you eat?
SCP-XXXX: Lotta burgers. There's this new barbecue place that's opened in town, on Main Street, so I get pork sandwiches there a lot.
Dr. Galvin: That's not the building where the 'vegan' buffet was, is it? [Dr. Galvin examines a map of Sloth's Pit on her tablet.] No, okay, no chance they're re-using any of the old 'tofu' there. Uh, where do you socialize? Any occult forums? The Sarknet, for instance, or… or forums dealing with the Verdant-Veldt Conflict? Cannibalism fetish websites? Anything?
SCP-XXXX: What the fuck?
Dr. Galvin: Just answer the question.
SCP-XXXX: Hell no! I go on Youtube, Reddit and 4chan just like everyone else! Yeah, I look at porn, but nothing illegal.
Dr. Galvin: What boards do you frequent on the latter two sites?
SCP-XXXX: Uh, I dunno. Buncha finance boards on Reddit— r/wallstreetbets, r/stocktips. I went on r/politics a few times, too… P.C. for my liking. I decided to hang around on the more forward-thinking ones.
Dr. Galvin: And on 4chan?
SCP-XXXX: Mainly /b/ and /biz/. I used to look at /x/, but that board might as well be merged with /pol/.
Dr. Galvin: Any real-life socializing?
SCP-XXXX: Don't got time for that shit.
Dr. Galvin: Next is your ideology… what do you identify as?
SCP-XXXX: I'm an independent.
Dr. Galvin: Really.
SCP-XXXX: My ideology is considered offensive to most Americans. Just because I think the government needs to be taken down a peg. What good has regulation done, anyway?
Dr. Galvin: I would say something about the startling lack of asbestos in modern construction, but that's beside the point. I—
[Dr. Galvin receives several messages on her tablet.]
Dr. Galvin: Oh, hold on. Just got some pictures of your room. Let's see… [Dr. Galvin pauses for several seconds.] Are you planning on running the Matrix on this thing?
SCP-XXXX: You mean my rig? I don't game on it. I mine on it.
Dr. Galvin: Mine. Like, Bitcoins?
SCP-XXXX: So good to see someone of the older generation have knowledge of modern technology! I guess you're not all luddites.
Dr. Galvin: …Mr. Kennedy, I'm thirty. Not even seven years your elder.
SCP-XXXX: Point still stands. Bitcoin's unregulated and unrecognized by most governments. It's the way of the future.
[Dr. Galvin scrolls through images of the room.]
Dr. Galvin: …and there's the rub.
SCP-XXXX: What?
Dr. Galvin: How many copies of The Fountainhead does one person need, Mr. Kennedy?
SCP-XXXX: I mean, I'm sending most of those out through a mailing list from my start-up.
Dr. Galvin: Sure you are.
