- Camp Wasteaway
- Apparatus
- Interviews in Containment: ATF
- Conceptual Work Needed
- The Angel Tapes
- Friends Furever (alt. Prettyboy Piranha)
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX is a 28m² plot of land on the outskirts of the Yosemite Valley, located 7km north of Mariposa, California. Manmade landmarks include six single-story black oak cabins and one two-story redwood cabin. The southern border features one 3.6m wooden archway emblazoned with the words "Camp Sunny Side" in chipped yellow enamel paint over carved letters. Presently, it is assumed that these structures were built during the mid-20th century and show no signs of human inhabitation since their original construction. No record of any campsite by this name has been documented within the region.
SCP-XXXX-A and -B are incorporeal entities able to communicate via manipulation of electromagnetic fields. SCP-XXXX-A manifest as children between the ages of 7 months and 7 years, all of whom display at least one form of "Camp Sunny Side" apparel1. SCP-XXXX-B manifest as young adults between 21 and 28 years old clad in identical uniforms (a red printed shirt, a white bandana, khaki shorts, white tube socks, brown leather cuffs on both wrists, and beige hiking boots). As of 1956, 63 instances of SCP-XXXX-A and 7 instances of SCP-XXXX-B have been observed. Of the aforementioned instances, 21 matched the physical descriptions of children whom had died due to physically and emotionally traumatic events between 1953 and 2016. The remaining 492 matched descriptions of missing children or were unable to be identified.
SCP-XXXX-B take on the self-purported role of "camp counselors" for SCP-XXXX-A and perform daily routines. At 6:30 AM, all instances of SCP-XXXX-B will manifest, followed shortly thereafter by various instances of SCP-XXXX-A; total demanifestation will not occur until all present instances of SCP-XXXX-A have demanifested at 9:00 PM, followed by SCP-XXXX-B at 10:00 PM. Notably, SCP-XXXX-B prepare scheduled meals throughout the day, despite the absence of an available food supply and SCP-XXXX-A requiring neither food nor water to continue manifestations.
The following document has been retrieved from an auto-save failsafe generated by AR_213B, an adjacent reality participating in Project Backup, an exoversal program dedicated to documenting and restoring files established by the Foundation across dimensions.
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(precede skip by placing in documents and filing regarding anomalies from other parallel universes, end-of-the-world scenario folders, warning that some of the file data has been overwritten and may contain malware)
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Keter Neutralized
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX is an adolescent humanoid male of European descent, reported to be 14 years old as of 09/16. The baseline humanoid form of SCP-XXXX measures at 155cm tall and weighs 32kg. SCP-XXXX suffers from rapidly accelerating symptoms of severe DucheNnne type muscular dystrophy (MD) and amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS)3, as well as six gliomas4 and varicose veins. SCP-XXXX has markedly above-average intelligence, having scored within the 99th percentile on the Foundation-standard Mallon-Dawes Cognition and Perception scale. Strenuous mental tasks assigned to SCP-XXXX typically result in epistaxes5, and in some cases, brief intervals of muscle spasms.
SCP-XXXX's prima%ry anomalous properties manifest in the manner in which it mobilizes itself. At will, SCP-XXXX may manifest any number of veins along its venous system without disrupting the preexisting system. These veins, henceforth SCP-XXXX-1, may expand up to 6.6cm 82.5cm in circumference and erupt from the skin.6 SCP-XXXX-1 have demonstrated the ability to toughen based upon environmental situations, and have proven resistant to forces up to .22LR caliber bullets. SCP-XXXX-1 act as tendrils and have been used by SCP-XXXX to propel itself forward, grasp objects, demonstrate fine motor skills, and shield SCP-XXXX from oncoming harm. At the time of w_riting, SCP-XXXX-1 have demonstrated no upper limit of expansion, and have been utilized by SCP-XXXX-1 to interact with objects up to 79m away; testing to discover an upper limit is ongoing.
Prior to self-discovery of its anomalous capabilities, SCP-XXXX was permanently bedridden and relied on the assistance of PoI-13730, alleged by SCP-XXXX to be its biological mother.
when he veins go in when they finally decide to sedate him lots of bad things like plane crashes happen
Foreword: The following interviews took place from 12/09/20██ through 12/24/20██, between Foundation personnel and members of the amateur entrepreneurial group, "Accelerate the Future". The objective of these interviews is to obtain conclusive data on the anomalous properties of those interviewed, and the current location of ATF member Oliver Walcott ("olliefox"). Additional commentary is provided with each interview. Legal names, screen names, and ages have been recorded and logged.
It should be of note that prior to recovery, all interviewees had progressed into Stages 4-6 of SCP-3312.
Interview Log-ATF-002:
Interviewer: Dr. Ross Montgomery, D.Psy, Rh.D
Interviewee: Milton Velasquez ("Thotticusprime"), 27 years at time of recovery
Foreword: Velasquez was recovered from his place of residence in a comatose state. The following interview took place in a Foundation recovery ward, the only deviation in setting from an isolated interview chamber.
Interview Log-ATF-009:
Interviewer: Dr. Akwasi Lamar, D.Psy, D.B.H.
Interviewee: Dylan Hayek ("Dylan99"), 22 years at time of recovery
Foreword: Hayek was recovered following the interception of emergency services en route to "a wounded figure in a costume" on Interstate ███. Upon recovery, Hayek was asministered Class-C amnestics, and following a weeklong period of intensive hospitalization, has been under Foundation care for two months. Since initial administration of amnestics, Hayek has demonstrated difficulty with hygiene, harming himself and Foundation personnel, urination, fine motor skills, and anxiety.
Interview Log-ATF-012:
Interviewer: Dr. Montgomery
Interviewee: Anastasia Sokolov ("SnakAttack"), 25 years at time of recovery
//Foreword: Sokolov was recovered on the corner of █████ and ██████████ in ███████, New York. Sokolov was witnessed to have been drooling generously and dressed in a soiled nightgown. When approached by police, Sokolov remained unmoving and catatonic. Two blocks away, the subject's mother was found to have been eviscerated in her home minutes prior.
Interview Log-ATF-026:
Interviewer: Dr. Lamar
Interviewee: Michael Perry ("MPerry"), 30 years at time of recovery
//Foreword:
- A set of two humanoids that found each other, and both are sharing a set of vital organs to keep each other alive; must remain connected to maintain functionality.
- 4k - A society/city that ran on the black market trade of anomalies, which often backfired and caused its eventual and literal downfall (Atlantis), includes artifacts that have already been released upon the world
- A cassette tape that demonstrates sapience
- Worms come up out of the ground in places where people start to experience symptoms of death and decay prematurely; people's regrets begin to appear to them (ex. hit and run victim showing up, events replaying); children become immortal and twist and warp into the little warriors of a false god; the rot spreads
- Summer camp for dead kids
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX and SCP-XXXX-1 are to be contained within a standard secure containment locker. As of 09/29/1995 and recommendation of the Ethics Committee, testing with SCP-XXXX has been postponed indefinitely.
Description: SCP-XXXX is an unbranded compact audio cassette tape, bearing a white label with the words "the angel tapes part 47" in black permanent marker. When its anomalous properties are inactive, SCP-XXXX will play a _ minute and _ second audio tape of the 1979 murder of 19-year-old Mary Oakes by spree murderer Jonathan "Johnny" Robert Kurlain (See Audio File-CONTROL).
clip [Audio File-CONTROL]
Foreword: The following audio file is considered to be a live recording of Oakes' physical and psychological torture, succeeded by her death. This audio file may be compromised, and as such, must be played in a soundproofed room with no auditory stimuli present.
[UPDATE 09/29/1995]: Unverified changes to all audio files pertaining to SCP-XXXX must be recorded, and transcripts altered accordingly. This message is to accompany every audio file pertaining to SCP-XXXX.]
[BEGIN PLAYBACK]
[The audio momentarily stutters, then clicks three times. Fabric is lifted from the recording device. Footsteps leading away from the recording device are audible. The shuffling of chains is audible beneath soft, muffled gagging and whimpering, assumed to belong to Oakes. A heavy, metallic object is dropped beside Oakes. Oakes catches her breath, and attempts to stifle her crying.]
Oakes: Oh no, no…
[Kurlain walks away from Oakes and audibly unzips a bag. Oakes gasps.]
Kurlain: Shut up! Just — Just let me do this! I have to!
[A hard smack rings out as Kurlain presumably slaps Oakes, who squeals. The canvas bag is dragged across the floor. Kurlain steps back toward Oakes.]
Oakes: No, no!
[A second slap. Oakes begins to cry profusely.]
Oakes: Please don't!
[Oakes begins to choke. Intermittent gasps suggest strangulation by Kurlain.]
Oakes: Please!
Kurlain: Get down!
[Oakes screams. The audio momentarily skips ahead. Oakes is no longer screaming.]
Oakes: Please, Johnny —
Kurlain: Don't you fucking call me Johnny! Don't you fucking call me that! You call me Johnathan, you whore!
[Kurlain yells and grunts, accompanied by two soft squelching noises. Oakes screams.]
Kurlain: I wanted to want you.
[Oakes mewls, sounding audibly confused. A third soft squelch. Kurlain chokes and sobs.]
Kurlain: But you couldn't just fucking be what I needed! You couldn't just —
[A small, metallic object is thrown across the basement. Kurlain crosses to the canvas bag. Rustling noises are audible..]
Oakes: Johnny —
Kurlain: What did I just say?!
[Kurlain throws something at Oakes and misses. Oakes becomes quiet. The metal chains begin to rattle.]
Kurlain: You were my friend, Mary, and I tried to — I tried…
[Pause.]
Kurlain: I tried to be good to you and you, you did good, and I did, but I just —
[Pause.]
Kurlain: I just can't love you, Mary, you know — you can't… you can't — I can't love you, I just can't… you understand, right? Right? Oh, Mommy, I'm so sorry…
[The metal chains stop rattling. Oakes inhales sharply.]
Kurlain: I… I still… I can still fix you, yeah, I just need you to stay still and, and, and I'm gonna fix you right up, for your own good, just so you can be somethin' Mommy thinks is, is… but I know is —
[The soft padding of bare feet hitting the cement draws closer to the recorder. The sound of plastic hitting something tough drowns out Kurlain's speech.]
Kurlain: Mommy?
[Kurlain is audibly distant from the recorder. Oakes can be heard breathing heavily above her own running and the gentle plastic clicking of the recorder being carried.]
Kurlain: Mary!
Oakes: My name is Mary Oakes. I'm nineteen years old, I go to Whitechapel State, and I'm — I don't know where I am, I'm… I'm —Kurlain: Mary!
Oakes: Oh my God, oh God…
[Metal scraping is barely audible in background. Oakes' breathing quickens.]
Oakes: Please, if you hear this, please — Johnathan Kurlain is a murderer, he's a psychopath, I'm so scared, oh my God, please, please, help me…
[Oakes can be heard grasping and attempting to turn a doorknob, then tugging on it violently, shaking the wooden frame of the door. Heavy footsteps in the distance draw closer.]
Oakes: Please, open, please!
Kurlain: Mary, please don't leave me!
Oakes: Please!
[Oakes slams herself against the door.]
Oakes: Please…
[After a few attempts, Oakes appears to have given up, and moves the audio recorder closer to herself. She lowers her voice to a whisper.]
Oakes: If you can hear me, God, please, help me. I'm so scared. Help me. I know you're out there — I know you're in here. Please, don't leave me. You can still help me. You can change this. You can help me. I need you. Please, please, please!
[Oakes hits the door again and sobs. A wet snap fills the recording, and the audio recorder falls to the floor. Kurlain reaches down and picks up the recorder.]
Kurlain: We're alone, now. It's alright. I wanted to… to fix you. To make you better. I wanted… Mommy… it… it's fine, now. Mary, I'll… I'll find some way to fix you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm —
[END PLAYBACK]
SCP-XXXX-1 is a Panasonic™ brand RQ-2309 compact audio cassette player, manufactured in the late 1970s. Upon being inserted into SCP-XXXX-1 played by a compact audio cassette-compatible audio device, SCP-XXXX will may initiate a playthrough of Audio File-CONTROL. SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties manifest when played using SCP-XXXX-1. When played in a silent environment with no audio stimuli, SCP-XXXX will not exhibit any anomalous properties. Should Audio File-CONTROL be interrupted by an external audio stimulus8 at any point of the playback while a listener is present, its anomalous properties will manifest as a GUIDE-0.0 event.
GUIDE-0.0 events occur when SCP-XXXX reacts to audio stimuli and manifests instances of SCP-XXXX-Alpha and SCP-XXXX-Beta within the recording. SCP-XXXX-Alpha and SCP-XXXX-Beta are representations of Kurlain and Oakes respectively; both demonstrate awareness within the recording by initiating communication with a single listener and responding to auditory stimuli.
GUIDE-0.0 events most frequently involve SCP-XXXX-Beta requesting aid from the listener9in escaping the captivity of SCP-XXXX-Alpha. If initial requests are not responded to, SCP-XXXX-Beta will make haphazard attempts to engage in conversation with the listener, presumably to evoke an empathetic response. Of the 36% of test subjects who were able to refuse SCP-XXXX-Beta's initial pleas, only 7% resisted SCP-XXXX-Beta's secondary attempts to communicate. Resistance to both attempts at communication have resulted in SCP-XXXX-Beta's termination by SCP-XXXX-Alpha within the following minute.
In all cases of GUIDE-0.0 events, SCP-XXXX-Beta will be the first instance to engage in conversation with the listener; the audio recording will remain fixated onto SCP-XXXX-Beta regardless of its distance from the physical audio recorder, allowing for consistent communication until termination. SCP-XXXX-Beta will not communicate with the listener if it has been terminated in the GUIDE-0.0 event by its respective SCP-XXXX-Alpha instance; upon termination of SCP-XXXX-Beta, the listener will not be able to initiate another GUIDE-0.0 event. Neither SCP-XXXX-Alpha nor SCP-XXXX-Beta have demonstrated a recollection of previous GUIDE-0.0 events.
The active listener and initiator of an ongoing GUIDE-0.0 event will suffer injuries in parallel to those suffered by SCP-XXXX-Beta, albeit their severity is significantly altered based upon the duration of SCP-XXXX-Beta's survival within the GUIDE-0.0 event the presence of a purported emotional bond between the listener and SCP-XXXX-Beta. Minor lacerations are common among listeners whom feel they have experienced minimal sympathy or empathy for SCP-XXXX-Beta, whereas fatal wounds (typically genital mutilation) will be endured by listeners whom have expressed gratuitous emotional distress on behalf of SCP-XXXX-Beta. As SCP-XXXX-Beta has successfully evoked an emotional response in 93%10 of listeners, it is considered to be a cognitohazard. Listeners may also experience auditory, visual, and/or tactile hallucinations in tandem with SCP-XXXX-Beta.
Guiding SCP-XXXX-Beta through a GUIDE-0.0 event has proven to be extremely difficult, as the location in which SCP-XXXX-Beta is held during the event will demonstrate spacial anomalies that deviate from the official floorplan. During a GUIDE-0.0 event, the building will extend and manifest hallways and staircases of varying lengths, shift the locations of accessible exits, and provide an advantage to SCP-XXXX-Alpha by seemingly relocating it within a minimum distance of 5m away from SCP-XXXX-Beta. These spacial anomalies occur randomly and vary between GUIDE-0.0 events, making them impossible to predict.
Addendum-01: SCP-XXXX was recovered from the basement of the student recording studio of Whitechapel State College in Maine, where Kurlain purportedly frequented to entertain a "profound interest in radio entertainment". Kurlain was noted by faculty and peers to have had a strained relationship with his mother, whom was cited as a "zealous Christian with an affinity for beating her son and cursing sinners11" in court records; she had notably been rejected from her local chapel on two occasions during the younger Kurlain's childhood, and had taken to preaching her own rendition of her biblical beliefs to him. Allegedly, Kurlain's mother had demanded he find a significant other, which led to Kurlain becoming supposedly romantically involved with Oakes. Despite these allegations, Kurlain refused to openly condemn his mother in public.
Immediately following the murder of Mary Oakes, Kurlain returned home and butchered his mother with cutlery from his own kitchen. Kurlain then attempted suicide with a 22cm chef's knife, but was resuscitated and arrested shortly after his release from hospitalization. Kurlain was sentenced to death via electric chair in 1985. Investigation of Kurlain and his victims has yielded no insight into SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties, nor were the individuals themselves anomalous.
clip Video File-D_100898-OBLIGE-FAILURE-TERM
Subject: D-100898, henceforth "Listener"; no psychological diagnoses.
Researchers Present: Dr. Winston Morris, Asst. Researcher Calloway Kauffrau
Foreword: The following test was conducted with the instruction to directly address and aid SCP-XXXX-Beta while avoiding SCP-XXXX-Alpha at all costs, henceforth "Oakes" and "Kurlain" respectively. D-100898 was given no further instruction in order to encourage an organic emotional response. D-100898 was given no prior knowledge of the Kurlain murders nor the anomalous injuries produced by SCP-XXXX.
[Prior to recording, Listener was fitted with an earpiece to receive direction from Dr. Morris and Asst. Researcher Kauffrau without adding unnecessary audio stimuli to the GUIDE-0.0 event. Listener was instructed to state D-Class designation and begin playback of Audio File-CONTROL using both SCP-XXXX and SCP-XXXX-1.]
[UPDATE 09/29/1995]: Unverified changes to all audio files pertaining to SCP-XXXX must be recorded, and transcripts altered accordingly. This message is to accompany every audio file pertaining to SCP-XXXX.]
[BEGIN PLAYBACK]
[Listener is isolated within a soundproofed containment cell fitted with a chair and table, at which Listener is sitting. Listener situates self and manipulates placement of earpiece. Listener looks to security camera and waves.]
Listener: Designation is D-Class 100898. I'm starting the tape.
[Listener inserts SCP-XXXX into SCP-XXXX-1 and presses the 'play' button. The audio momentarily stutters, then clicks three times. Fabric is lifted from the recording device. Footsteps leading away from the recording device are audible. The shuffling of chains is audible beneath soft, muffled gagging and whimpering, assumed to belong to Oakes. Footsteps approach Oakes, then pause. A heavy, metallic object is dropped beside Oakes. Oakes catches her breath, and attempts to stifle her crying. Listener shifts in his seat, showing signs of discomfort.]
Oakes: Oh no, no…
[Kurlain walks away from Oakes and audibly unzips a bag. Oakes gasps.]
Kurlain: Shut up! Just — Just let me do this! I have to!
[A hard smack rings out as Kurlain presumably slaps Oakes, who squeals. The canvas bag is dragged across the floor. Kurlain steps back toward Oakes.]
Oakes: No, no!
[A second slap. Oakes begins to cry profusely.]
Oakes: Please don't!
[Oakes begins to choke. Intermittent gasps suggest strangulation by Kurlain.]
Oakes: Please!
Kurlain: Get down!
[Oakes screams. The audio momentarily skips ahead. Oakes is no longer screaming. Listener is instructed to intervene. Listener bites his lip, then proceeds.]
Listener: Oakes?
[Oakes is noticeably startled and addresses Listener meekly.]
Oakes: Hello?
Listener: You're going to be okay. I'm going to get you out of this, okay?
Oakes: You can hear me? Oh, my God, you can hear me! Please, um, please —
[Oakes lowers her voice to a whisper.]
Oakes: Please, he's gonna kill me —
Listener: Who is?
Kurlain: Who are you talking to, you bitch?
Oakes: I'm not talking to anyone, Johnathan, I'm sorry, please don't hurt me!
Kurlain: Crazy bitch.
Listener: Okay, um, can you see an exit? Are there any doors?
Oakes: Yes, well, no, there's a hallway, I'm scared, please, I'm scared!
Listener: I know, I know, I'm gonna help you, but you need to listen to me. Can you reach it?
Oakes: The hallway? No, I've got chains around my ankles.
Listener: Okay, can you see… can you find a way to get out?
[Kurlain begins to mutter indiscernibly to himself. Listener leans forward in chair over SCP-XXXX-1.]
Oakes: You mean without a key?
Listener: Is there a key?
Oakes: I think I saw one on… on the tool rack.
Listener: Can you reach it?
Oakes: Yes, I can — I think I can, but what if he — what if he turns around and sees me? He'll cut me open, he said he would and I saw him with a —
Listener: I know you can, Oakes. Now run.
Oakes: Okay.
[Chains click against the concrete floor as Oakes sprints from the wall where she is shackled to the tool rack. Wooden drawers clatter as she presumably smacks into them.]
Kurlain: Hey!
[The key clicks uneasily into the shackles. Something clatters to the ground. The sound of footsteps begin to approach Oakes. Listener looks to security camera, then leans closer to SCP-XXXX-1. Oakes gasps. Silence.]
Listener: You still there?
[Constricted, high-pitched squeals emanate from SCP-XXXX. Listener's hands shoot up to his throat and begin to claw frantically. Listener begins to choke and squeak. Listener stands suddenly, toppling his chair to the ground. Listener stumbles to the door and bangs his fist against it. Listener's hands retract to his throat and draw blood as he digs his nails into his flesh. Reddening finger marks form on Listener's neck, with thumb prints appearing above trachea. Listener stares up at a nonexistent figure and whispers something unintelligible. Listener collapses to his knees and spasms, gurgling and squirming in place. Listener's face becomes purple as blood vessels in his eyes begin to burst. Listener looks to the security camera and mouths the word 'help’. SCP-XXXX clicks, signifying that it has finished. Listener's movements stop in tandem with the GUIDE-0.0 event.]
[END PLAYBACK]
clip Video File-D_100551-DENY-FAILURE-LIVE
Subject: D-100551, henceforth "Listener"; has previously shown extreme aversion to interpersonal relationships and emotional bonding.
Researchers Present: Dr. Winston Morris
Foreword: The following test was conducted with the instruction to directly address and aid SCP-XXXX-Beta ("Oakes") while avoiding SCP-XXXX-Alpha at all costs ("Kurlain"); D-100551 was warned of the anomalous effects of SCP-XXXX, but not the casualties they have caused, nor the extent to which the effects could affect the listener. D-100551 was given no prior knowledge of the Kurlain murders.
[Prior to recording, Listener was fitted with equipment used for the duration of testing with D-100898 and given similar direction to initiate the recording. Listener was also provided with an oxygen tank and first-aid kit situated beneath the table for ease of access. SCP-XXXX had not been removed from SCP-XXXX-1 since prior testing.]
[UPDATE 09/29/1995]: Unverified changes to all audio files pertaining to SCP-XXXX must be recorded, and transcripts altered accordingly. This message is to accompany every audio file pertaining to SCP-XXXX.]
[BEGIN PLAYBACK][Listener situates himself in chair. SCP-XXXX has already been inserted into SCP-XXXX-1. Listener's hand hovers over the 'play' button.]
Listener: D-100551, starting.
['Play' button is pressed. The audio momentarily stutters, then clicks three times. Fabric is lifted from the recording device. Footsteps leading away from the recording device are audible. The shuffling of chains is audible beneath soft, muffled gagging and whimpering, assumed to belong to Oakes. Footsteps approach Oakes, then pause. A heavy, metallic object is dropped beside Oakes. Oakes catches her breath, and attempts to stifle her crying.]
Oakes: Oh no, no…
[Kurlain walks away from Oakes and audibly unzips a bag. Oakes gasps.]
Kurlain: Shut up! Just — Just let me do this! I have to!
Listener: Oh, shit…
Oakes: Who said that?
Kurlain: You outta your fucking mind, girl? What did I just say?
Oakes: No!
Kurlain: That's it, I can't take this anymore!
Oakes: No!
[The metallic object is lifted from the ground and revved. Oakes screams and audibly tugs at her shackles. The engine sputters to life and draws closer to Oakes with every footstep.]
Kurlain: Shame on me for giving you the time of day, huh?
[Something splatters against the wall next to Oakes as the object connects with her body. Superficial lacerations appear on Listener's shoulder, drawing down to his sternum. The roaring of the engine follows the object, but halts suddenly. Oakes is gagging and retching weakly.]
Kurlain: Goddammit, it's stuck!
Oakes: Please…
[The engine revs and whirs. Splattering ensues. The lacerations on Listener's chest continue down past ribcage to right hip socket. Listener presses 'stop' button on SCP-XXXX-1 and stands. As another GUIDE-0.0 event cannot be enacted with the same Listener, the testing session ceases.]
[END PLAYBACK]
clip Video File-D_110213-OBLIGE-SUCCESS-TERM
Subject: D-110213, henceforth "Listener", no psychological diagnoses.
Researchers Present: Dr. Winston Morris, Asst. Researcher Calloway Kaffrau
Foreword: The following test was conducted with the singular instruction to directly address SCP-XXXX. D-110213 was given no prior knowledge of the Kurlain murders.
[Prior to recording, Listener was fitted with equipment used during previous tests, including first-aid amenities. SCP-XXXX had not been removed from SCP-XXXX-1 since prior testing.]
[UPDATE 09/29/1995]: Unverified changes to all audio files pertaining to SCP-XXXX must be recorded, and transcripts altered accordingly. This message is to accompany every audio file pertaining to SCP-XXXX.]
[BEGIN PLAYBACK]
[Listener is fidgeting with his fingernails. He looks around the room, then to SCP-XXXX-1. Listener grabs the underside of his chair with both hands and hops to move it closer to the table. Dr. Morris sighs into the earpiece. Listener jumps, startled.]
Listener: Uh, what did you want me to do again?
Asst. Researcher Kaffrau: State your D-Class designation and —
Listener: Right! Yes, my name is Jody Br—
Asst. Researcher Kaffrau: Your designation, Mister Braxton.
Listener: Oh, sorry. Uh, D-110213. Starting tape… now.
[The audio momentarily stutters, then clicks three times. Fabric is lifted from the recording device. Footsteps leading away from the recording device are audible. The shuffling of chains is audible beneath soft, muffled gagging and whimpering, assumed to belong to Oakes. Listener responds with abhorrence and contorts facial features.]
Listener: Oh.
Oakes: Is someone here?
Listener: You can hear me?
Oakes: Yes, yes, I can — he's coming back soon, please help me!
Listener: Okay, um, who — who is he? Do you — is he gonna hurt you? Are you okay?
Oakes: Yes, but he hasn't hurt me yet, I'm just… he's chained me to the wall, and I'm not sure how long he's gonna be out there for, please, please —
[Kurlain has not yet returned to the room. This occurrence is considered to be an anomaly inconsistent with his typical behavior.]
Listener: Okay, okay… my name is Jody. I'm gonna get you out of this, okay?
Oakes: Okay. My name is Mary. Are you with the police?
Listener: No, but I promise I'm not gonna hurt you. What do you see? Can you see anything that we can use to help you?
Oakes: It's dark, but there's a light bulb in the center of the room… there's a duffel bag, um, about five… four or five feet away from me? It's got something, something sharp in it.
Listener: Is it a knife? A key? Can you reach it?
Oakes: I dunno, but I can reach it, I think…
[The metal chains rattle as Oakes crawls to the canvas bag. She unzips the bag. Fabric rustles as she searches for the described object.]
Listener: What'd you find? What is it?
Oakes: It's —
Kurlain: Mary, girl, are you ready?
[The chains rattle again, signifying Oakes' retreat to the wall. Footsteps approach her from the opposite end of the room.]
Kurlain: So long as you keep your mouth shut and be good, this is gonna be over real soon, okay? Okay, Mary?
[Silence.]
Kurlain: Answer me!
Oakes: Okay, okay, yes!
Kurlain: Good. Now, I've got a —
[The audio skips. Listener gasps involuntarily. Audio cuts to the chains clanging against the floor as Oakes dashes across the room, panting heavily. Something clatters to the ground; it scrapes against the concrete as Oakes retrieves it. Listener suddenly grasps wildly at the back of his head, pulling on his scalp. He inhales sharply through his teeth as Oakes whines.]
Kurlain: The fuck d'you think you're doing?
[A swift piercing noise. Kurlain cries out, and Listener's hands drop to the table. The metal shackles can be heard falling to the floor. The soft padding of bare feet is barely audible beneath Kurlain's pained yelling.]
Listener: (to self) What the hell was that?
Oakes: Are you there?
Listener: Did you get away? Are you safe now?
Oakes: No, I'm going down… a hallway… I can still hear him behind me, he's chasing me!
Listener: Stay calm, we're gonna get you out! Can you see anything? What's there?
Oakes: No, it's really, really dark, I… I'm at the end, and there's a turn, b-but I can't remember which way it was, sh-should I go left or right?
Listener: Right — no, left, no —
Oakes: Please, Jody!
Kurlain: Please don't run, Mary, I need to do this! I need you!
Listener: Left!
[Only Oakes' breathing, the padding of her feet, and Kurlain's distant shouts are audible for the next 12 seconds.]
Oakes: I can't see the end, this isn't the same way I came —
Listener: Keep going, there has to be a way out.
Oakes: I'm scared, Jody.
Listener: I know. Me too.
Oakes: What if he catches me? H-He told me that —
Listener: We're not gonna find that out because he's not gonna catch you, okay?
Oakes: But what if —
Listener: Tell me about yourself.
Oakes: What?
Listener: Y'know, your favorite books, your favorite kinda foods…
Oakes: Why are you asking me this?
Listener: To keep your mind busy, okay?
Oakes: Okay, um…
[Pause.]
Oakes: I'm a sophomore in college… I… I'm majoring in radio communications, that's how I met —
[Oakes whimpers.]
Listener: Nothing about your college, okay? How about… how about your pets? Do you have any pets?
Oakes: Yes, I have a cat — she's a tortoiseshell, and her name's Piper.
Listener: Tell me about Piper.
Oakes: Well, she's fourteen years old, and… we got her when she was a baby. My mom heard her crying when she was walking home from the library, and she looked in the bushes, and there was this tiny little speck, like a little pine cone, and it was Piper. She was so small, she could barely open her eyes. My mom said she almost walked right by her, she was so little. When she went to pick her up, she was so bloated with hunger…
[Pause.]
Oakes: She brought her home and opened up a-a can of tuna. Piper was too small to eat, so I held her while my mom ran to the store to buy baby formula, because we didn't know what to do with a kitten.
Listener: She didn't think to buy kitten formula?
Oakes: Do they have that? I guess she didn't realize.
[Listener smiles.]
Oakes: When she gave her that first bowl of milk, we had to hold it up to her mouth to get her to eat. She just kept trembling, and meowing, and the poor thing didn't know what to do. So my mom got one of my old baby bottles and filled it up with baby formula, and Piper could barely fit it in her mouth, but she drank it!
[Listener and Oakes laugh quietly.]
Oakes: I got to name her, because I was five, and five-year-olds name everything, y'know? So I named her Piper, because she wouldn't stop meowing. She was so loud for that first week, just meowing every time she wanted to eat, every time she had to pee, whenever she wanted to play… she didn't know any better. We kept her in a cage at first, when it was night, so we could sleep, but she meowed even louder when she was alone. She kept waking us up, and my mom was so tired that she just took her out of the cage and put her on my bed. It was really late at night, and I could only see the shape of her little round body coming barreling at me… she curled up right next to my head and purred the whole night. She hasn't meowed once since that night. It's been years since that happened, and she still does it every single time I go to bed.
Listener: Wow.
Oakes: If… when I get out of here, the first thing I'm gonna do is hold her. I miss her so much.
Listener: I'm sure she misses you too.
[Pause.]
Oakes: I found a door… should I… I'm gonna open it.
Listener: I'm right here with you.
[Oakes grasps something, likely a doorknob, and turns it. Hinges can be heard creaking as the door opens.]
Oakes: It's even darker than the hallway… I can't see my own hand in front of my face.
Listener: Reach out and try to grab something.
[Pause.]
Oakes: I found suh —
[Crashing. Oakes yelps. Listener bites his fist.]
Listener: Mary?
Oakes: Nevermind! It's just a bunch of wires.
Listener: Oh, thank God.
Oakes: There's light!
Listener: You can see something?
Oakes: I tripped over an old desk and I bumped into a bookcase, but there's a broken window behind the book case!
Listener: Can you get through it?
Oakes: I… I can just… barely reach through it…
[Listener rises slowly from his chair, tipping it over. Listener appears to be transfixed on the wall before him as he cautiously steps over nonexistent barriers. Listener rises to the soles of his feet and places his open palms against the wall. Listener cranes his neck forward.]
Listener, Oakes: It's so bright…
[Glass crunches as Oakes begins to exit through the window. Listener flinches in parallel with Oakes and grasps his right hand. The palm has been sliced open. Suddenly, Listener collapses to the ground, as though his legs have been kicked out from underneath him. He scrambles against the wall and looks up. Listener's face is contorted in horror. Blood begins to ooze from both of his hands as Oakes digs them into the shards of glass.]
Kurlain: You little devil.
[Listener crawls forward on his knees. Small holes are gouged into Listener's throat with his own fingers. Oakes and Listener gag.]
Kurlain: This is hard… for both of us, y'know?
[Listener flips onto his rear and kicks furiously. Blood drips down Listener's chest and hands. Listener appears to be being dragged by Kurlain by the neck.]
Kurlain: I really didn't want to have to do this!
[Listener collides with the wall, hitting the back of his head. Listener and Oakes gasp.]
Kurlain: Let's be fast about this. I can't turn my back for one minute and trust you to just stay put, so we'll just have to do this now!
[Six consecutive piercing noises. Listener and Oakes howl in agony. Patches of blood appear on the crotch of Listener's uniform. Listener and Oakes retch. Listener vomits onto the floor beside himself.]
Kurlain: Lick it up!
[Listener slams himself face-first into the bile. Listener and Oakes sob heavily.]
Kurlain: Oh no, oh, no, Mary girl, please don't cry. Don't cry!
[Listener slams his head down a second time. A loud snap rings out as Listener's nose breaks. Blood trickles down his mouth. Listener looks up.]
Kurlain: Don't cry!
[Listener curls into a fetal position. Listener cries out and reaches out as ribs visibly crack.]
Kurlain: I said, don't cry!
[A singular piercing noise. Listener wheezes. A pool of blood begins to form beneath his body.]
Kurlain: You know what? Knives aren't good enough, I have to make you stop crying. Fuck knives, let's use the hammer. Today's a good day to use the hammer!
Listener, Oakes: Please…
Kurlain: Please? If you fucking say so!
Listener, Oakes: No!
[Kurlain grunts, evidently lifting the aforementioned hammer. A crunching noise as Listener's jaw is dislocated. Listener lifts his head, showing his jaw dangling uselessly. Listener and Oakes emanate guttural howling noises. Listener reaches out and curls his hand. The audio tape emits a loud thud, followed by groaning from Kurlain. Listener gradually rotates onto his stomach and drags himself towards the wall using his elbows. He raises his right hand and smacks it against the wall, using it as leverage to raise up onto his feet. Listener slowly pantomimes Oakes' struggle to exit the window, with new spots of blood appearing on the front of his shirt. Listener and Oakes yelp; Listener frantically kicks his left leg, possibly in an attempt to shake something off. Listener and Oakes scream; something snaps as Oakes' foot presumably collides with something. Kurlain howls as Listener and Oakes continue to climb through the window. Listener drops to his stomach once more, and begins to drag himself away from the wall. After several seconds, Listener falls unconscious. Oakes is no longer audible. Kurlain can be heard whimpering and wincing in pain.]
Kurlain: Mary?
[No response.]
Kurlain: Oh, my God… Mary?
[Pause. Kurlain weeps quietly.]
Kurlain: Mary, I can't move, I think I broke something, please… please, come back… I didn't mean to!
[Pause.]
Kurlain: I… I… I almost killed her, I almost… oh my God… what've I… Mary? Please, I'm so sorry!
[Pause.]
Kurlain: Our Father, wh-who art in heaven, hallowed by Thy name… please, I'm so scared…
[Kurlain begins to cough violently. Splattering can be heard.]
Kurlain: I don't wanna die, I… (coughs) I didn't know, I couldn't see… I didn't… I didn't want to…
[Kurlain retches and gags. This proceeds for twenty seven seconds, then comes to a sudden halt. The audio clicks, signifying its end.]
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clip Video File-D_101546-OBLIGE-FAILURE-LIVE Video File-D_101546-DEVIATION
Subject: D-101546, henceforth "Listener"; no psychological diagnoses.
Researchers Present: Asst. Researcher Calloway Kauffrau
Foreword: The following test was conducted with the instruction to directly address and aid SCP-XXXX-Beta while avoiding SCP-XXXX-Alpha at all costs, henceforth "Oakes" and "Kurlain" respectively. D-101546 was given no further instruction in order to encourage an organic emotional response. D-101546 was given no prior knowledge of the Kurlain murders nor the anomalous injuries produced by SCP-XXXX.
[Prior to recording, Listener was fitted with equipment used during previous tests, including first-aid amenities. SCP-XXXX had not been removed from SCP-XXXX-1 since prior testing.]
[UPDATE 09/29/████]: Unverified changes to all audio files pertaining to SCP-XXXX must be recorded, and transcripts altered accordingly. This message is to accompany every audio file pertaining to SCP-XXXX.]
The file you are viewing is undergoing thorough investigation. Written transcripts are not accurate to the current iteration of the recorded audio, and as such, have been archived.
ACTUAL TRANSCRIPTS (to be put on a separate page):
[Listener presses 'play' button on SCP-XXXX-1. The audio momentarily stutters, then clicks three times. Silence for four seconds.]
Kurlain: Hi.
[Pause.]
Not what you expected, right? Y-You don't need to worry about Mary, she's… she's gone, I… I let her go. I really did. But don't worry, it's — it's not like she won't be back the next time to restart! Now… now it's just me, me, me. You gotta listen to me now. Like you're supposed to.
[Pause.]
You know, my mom — my mother didn't do a lot of listening herself, but, but she did a whole lot of preaching, y'know? She knew from a very, very young age that I wasn't like the other boys. She took one look at me and she said, "Johnathan, sweetie, you're gonna go straight to hell if you don't fix yourself," and I accepted it. I didn't know what she meant, a'course, being five. But I set out on bein' a very good boy.
I did my work, I dressed nice. I never put a toe outta' line, 'cause I was scared of making M… making God angry. 'Cause it was never her fault for doing nothin' wrong, oh no. It was always mine.
I went to church every Sunday with my mother. I wore my best shoes, and she wore her this one flower-print dress with pink roses, that after some point got red stains on it, 'cause she knocked one of my teeth loose after church 'n' I couldn't scrub it good enough. She kept her hair back in a tight little bun, right at the crown of her head. When we went inside, every time, she'd take me right up to the alter, and she'd tell me I was a sinner, and I'd have to listen to God if I wanted to get better. You hear that? I'd have to listen to God to fix myself.
[Kurlain chuckles.]
Well it didn't fucking work! I went to church every damn day of the week and I searched, up and down, for some, some ounce of the truth I was looking for. You know what I found? I didn't find what I wanted. I didn't find what you wanted me to find. Instead, I found fucking…
[Pause.]
David.
[Pause.]
I'm sorry, Mommy, I didn't — I didn't mean it like that, it's just, he was so… he was so… you forgive me, right? You forgive me?
[Pause.]
…Hello? You still there? Can you hear me?
[Pause.]
Fucking say something!
[Kurlain lets out a heavy sob.]
Oh, that… that poor girl… Mary and I were the best of friends, once. We… We took the same class. We liked the same things. She sat right next to me on the first day of classes and stuck out her hand and said, "Hi, I'm Mary." Funny, it was like God wanted us to be together. But… But it wasn't the angels that put her there, no, no, no… Because not once. Not once did I feel fucking anything for her! It was like God was fucking torturing me! And it didn't help that, that, that every time I went home, Mommy asked me if I'd found a girl to bring her, and I'd say no, 'cause of course I hadn't found one, right! But I kept trying.
When I went to class, like I always did, I'd try to look at Mary, like I'd looked at fucking David, and I would try so goddamn hard just to, just to feel something. I talked to her every day. Every day. I took her to the movies, I bought her food, I bought her a nice pair of earrings. I almost thought there was gonna be something there. I think it worked, for a while. We were good together. She was good to me. And then one day, one day we were cleaning up at night in the radio room and when we were all alone, she looked at me with those blue little eyes of hers, and she said, "Johnny, I love you."
[Pause.]
I couldn't take it. I felt this — this shock go up my spine and it set off a fuse, and it burned, and I burned, and, when that happens, you're just going fucking insane, and your body's moving without you but you can see everything you're doing and you're just pounding away on the inside of your skull to get out. I lost my fuckin' mind. I swung back and I punched her fuckin' head in, again and again. And I was takin' her, takin' her down to the basement, 'cause I'd never done this before and I was shakin' a little 'cause I thought either she was dead or I was gonna have to finish the job with the extra shop tools the drama tech kids left down there, and she started kickin' halfway down. She was so scared, she was crying for her mother, for me, for the teacher, for anyone who would come rescue her. She cried, and cried, and while she was crying, she said to me, "Johnathan Kurlain, what did I do?" I said, "You didn't do anything." And I was right about that. She was innocent. And I choked her 'til she passed out.
I don't know why I told her that. I don't know why I stopped thinking and knocked her out right then and there. Now that I've had time to think about it, maybe… maybe I really did feel somethin' for her… regret… some sort of compassion, maybe… oh, my God. Oh my God, Mommy, please, please don't hurt me, don't hurt me… don't… I didn't know, I'm sorry, Mommy, I thought I was cursed forever, I… I loved her like I loved you, it wasn't the same!
[Kurlain begins to weep gently.]
…whatever. I used to think life was all about love, all kinds of love, even after the first time my mother broke my fingers, even after I couldn't look at God with a straight face anymore, even after I…
[Pause.]
No more death, no more crying, no more kittens, no more… no more of any of that shit. You haven't felt enough shame to kill a thousand angels 'til you've got your hands around a girl's throat. You haven't seen hell 'til you've seen the light go out of her eyes. It was never her I was killing. I was just killing my mother.
[Pause.]
I've been in here f-for a very, very long time now.
[Pause.]
Now, it's just you, and me, and the idiots who keep rewinding this tape. Mary… I couldn't love her in life, but in death? She's my saving grace… the last hope I have of ever living again… of being forgiven… my angel. I've been meaning to try harder each time, because at the end of the day, I just want it to stop, but each time, I forget. I forget and it just starts on over again. All I want is for her to be okay. 'Cause I'm broken, now, but Mary… Mary… It's just her, and me, and you, all of us, here forever, goin' around, and around, and around…
[Kurlain weeps.]
I just want to start over.
[The audio ends with a quick squelching noise and gurgling. Something metallic clatters to the ground, followed by a heavy thud.]
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extraneous dialogue for Kurlain monologue (in background, not at end): I thought once, maybe, you could've been mine. I was gonna take you home to Mommy an' she was gonna see you an' be real proud of me, but oh no, we couldn't just have that, could we? You… You were too… too… too something to be lovable! I couldn't just — I couldn't love you! Mommy, you understand, right, Mommy? That I tried? I tried so hard. I tried lookin' at her and seeing her with the same, the same type of way you wanted me to, b-but, but I just… when I looked at David, I saw, I saw… fireworks. I saw the stars in his eyes and I felt them, right here. In my chest. You woulda' called me a sinner an', an', an' beatin' me for sayin' it, but I… just… I'm sorry, Mommy, it's not my fault she's like this.
(extra dialogue)
"You can't hide from me!"
"Come back, Mary! Please!"
"Don't you run from me! Get back here!"
"Please, Mary, please come back! I need you so I can show her! Please!"
The white screen buzzed bright in the darkness.
Oliver lifted his thumb to swipe the mousepad, then set it back against the keyboard. He stared at the screen. A tiny red dot stared back, floating above a tab.
'1 new message!' blinked the tab, in alternating white and blue.
The group server chat had been running smoothly. Each little channel mingled with the other, meshing together art and friendly chats. He'd uploaded his own work a few times, and someone had caught on.
'1 new message!'
"I like your work," the other boy had said. "I'd like to commission you." Never one to turn down a customer, Oliver had accepted. The two had gone back and forth across private messages, exchanging details about the work to be done. It was a standard process for a piece of art like this.
"By the way," the boy had interjected. Oliver opened the commission file, hoping it wasn't something about the proportions being off. I've been working on it for hours, he'd mused to himself.
"I like your profile pic, is it you?"
Oliver looked to the little bubble beside his own name. He'd forgotten to change that picture.
"You're kinda cute."
His cheeks had turned pink with warmth, and his nose tickled the way it always did when he was flustered. It wasn't often someone called him cute.
Even now, it was difficult to talk to him without remembering that comment. That comment had sprung his feelings into motion, and sent his heart into a flutter each time he saw his name. Alone in the darkness, Oliver giggled. His heart was wrapped around that boy.
'1 new message!'
He clicked.
bugab00: Hey buddy are you going to Catscratch?
olliefox: you mean the con in maine??
bugab00: Yeah
olliefox: yeah!!!!!!
bugab00: I'm getting a plane from Uatah
bugab00: Utah*
olliefox: it's 4 letters
bugab00: Shutup
olliefox: im bringing a fursuit :3
bugab00: which one?
olliefox: havent decided
skype calls and more texts, relationship starts going south but ollie won't let go