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Item Number: SCP-5189 - The Warped Whisperer
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5189 is to be contained inside a device known as the PSF-1, which mimics both the programming and interface of a Sony Playstation Three. No cameras are allowed to be in the same room as the PSF-1, otherwise the anomaly will be able to project its influence into the physical realm. Only Foundation members with a level-2 clearance pass or higher are able to interact with the PSF-1, and every time it is interacted with SCP-5189 risks the chance of escaping.
Description: SCP-5189 is an anomalous entity that exists inside of an outdated gaming system known as a Playstation Three. It is unknown how the anomaly was created or why the Playstation specifically was targeted, but many at the Foundation agree that the anomaly is not man-made. SCP-5189 has no exact physical features in its natural form, however, when a Playstation Camera is hooked up to a device where SCP-5189 resides, the camera will pick up warped imagery of a dark-skinned man wearing a white shirt floating into or around the frame.
Although the anomaly can stay on the camera for up to fifteen minutes at a time the image will never stabilize enough for the man to be fully identified. The anomaly will appear suddenly without any previous hints to announce its arrival, and if the user of the camera is in the room with it SCP-5189 will whisper through the user’s headphones, causing the user to enter a crazed state.
Addendum 1: Dangers and Containment Efforts: SCP-5189 was first revealed to the Foundation after a series of unusual and mysterious deaths, located all around the world. After meticulous research the Foundation identified that the only similarity in the lives of the victims were that they had all owned Playstations, and had all had their cameras switched on at the time. A D-class was sent into an isolated testing chamber and was hooked up to a Playstation Three. He was set to playing a video game with the camera turned on, and after only two minutes SCP-5189 appeared in the corner of the camera, and began whispering into the D-class’ ears through his headphones.
Although it was not recorded exactly what was said through the headset, the D-class began to tremble and whisper to himself, repeating the words, “It’s all a game to them,” over and over again. At last the D-class let out a horrid scream and began bashing his head into the wall of the isolation room over and over again until at last the Foundation terminated the program and the D-class was sent into medical treatment. After the incident the D-class remembered nothing of the words or the image inside of the camera image, only that he had started going insane and trying to kill himself.
The Foundation quickly constructed the PSF-1, an exact replica of the Playstation Three that also acted as a containment unit. With an attached camera, they lured the anomaly into the system, where it became trapped inside a wall of programming. The Foundation continues to observe SCP-5189 with hope that they can discover its motive and potentially its creator.
D-class’s Journal Entries
These entries were recorded and taken from the D-class’ personal journal. The information copied into Foundation files are from the week after the encounter with SCP-5189. They record both the mental and physical toll taken on the D-class, who relapsed in his panicked and suicidal tendencies only seven days after his interaction with the entity, killing himself inside his assigned bedchambers only hours after his last entry. Certain words and phrases have been redacted for the purpose of maintaining the reader’s sanity.
(1)
It’s all a game to them. I cannot escape it. My mind is open, visible as if my skull is made of glass, and inside it they are pulling their strings, working my mind towards their end goal, though despite the thoughts I am experiencing I cannot say what it is that they want. They mention often a name, though I do not know it: [redacted], who is their leader.
(2)
My mind is collapsing in on itself. Their voices invade my head, day and night, and I cannot think. My mind is breaking, cracking like ice under a heavy boot, shattering into thousands of pieces of glass under [redacted]’s influence. I cannot stand it. I saw a doctor this morning, and he reported no signs of any abnormalities, either physically or mentally. Maybe I’m going crazy. Goddamnit, I think I’m going crazy.
(3)
I’m breaking out in a cold sweat. My body is covered in goose pimples. Their influence over my mind spreads like a pathogen, corrupting everything in its reach. I see the entity when I close my eyes. It’s coming closer: my death.
(4)
I can’t talk anymore. I have no appetite. The only thing keeping me awake is the voices. I haven’t slept in days. I can’t sleep. Whenever I close my eyes they speak to me. I’m going crazy. I’m going crazy. I’m going crazy. The man exists in my mind now. His warped frame loops around my eyes and I am blind. I can’t stand it anymore. This is all a game to them. I can’t escape.
(5)
I’m done. They have taken my mind. It’s only a game. It’s all a game. To them we are a game. I’m a game. [redacted]
