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| Assigned Site | Site Director | Head Researcher | Assigned Task Force |
| Site-17 | Dr. ████████ Kondraki | Dr. ████████ | N/A |
SCP-6125-01
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6125-01 and all SCP-6125-03 instances are to be stored in independent storage lockers in Site-17, and will only be taken from the lockers for testing and maintenance.
Any personnel member who wants to perform tests with SCP-6125 must request written authorization from at least three Level 3 or superior personnel members, as long as they are for research purposes and properly registered.
If no test is performed with SCP-6125-01 in more than two months, a non-anomalous vinyl previously used will be placed on it in order to avoid SCP-6125-02 from manifesting. In case of manifesting despite the previously described measures, SCP-6152-02 will be taken to a standard humanoid containment cell until she dematerializes. While waiting for this to happen, SCP-6152-02 will be provided with leisure material, such as books, paper sheets and pencils, or simple activities (alphabet soup, crosswords, etc) if the director of Site-17 considers it appropriate.
Description: SCP-6125-01 is a gramophone made out of mahogany wood (see attached image). SCP-6125-01 presents the initials «MCMXXXVI» engraved in one of its sides, being absent of any manufacturer's label or brand.
SCP-6125-01's needle contains residues of nectartenium livermorium and sulfide. It is unknown if it's related to its anomalous properties.
Any vinyl disc placed in SCP-6125-01 will play SCP-6125-02 (see below), which will proceed to narrate a number of features and events corresponding to each person who has been completely aware of the vinyl's production. SCP-6125-01 won't stop playing until it has finished listing the relevant details regarding the people, being its duration independent of the original piece's duration. Vinyls placed in SCP-6125-01 don't retain the narration, being this affected only once by SCP-6125-01. Any attempt of placing the same vinyl twice in SCP-6125-01 will only return the original content.
SCP-6125-02 is a humanoid entity physiologically similar to a 16 year old hispanic teenager. If a vinyl hasn't been placed in the span of ~2 months or more, SCP-6125-02 will manifest in a random spot, no more than 50m away from SCP-6125-01. During a period of ~2 hours, SCP-6125-02 will roam the place, being possible for any kind of interaction with her. After that period, SCP-6125-02 will proceed to demanifest. Methods may vary, but usually consist in a fast dissolution of her atoms in the surrounding environment.
SCP-6125-03 is a series of sixteen vinyls that contain recordings of conversations between SCP-6125-02 and an unknown subject, designated as SCP-6125-A. When a SCP-6125-03 instance is placed in SCP-6125-01, SCP-6125-02 will instantly manifest.
Interviewed: SCP-6125-02
Interviewer: Dr. ████████, SCP-6125 Research Lead
Foreword: On November 07, 2016, a manifestation of SCP-6125-02 was caused by trying to interview her, to which SCP-6125-02 agreed. The transcription of the interview is listed below.
< BEGIN LOG >
Dr. ████████: Well, SCP-6125-02, can you describe what are you?
SCP-6125-02: A girl.
Dr. ████████: I already know that, SCP-6125-02.
SCP-6125-02: Then, why do you ask? Ha, ha, ha.
Dr. ████████: SCP-6125-02, I'm not here for joking around. You know what I mean.
SCP-6125-02: (Looking a little bit sad) OK, OK. You call me "Dash O-Two", or something like that, but my actual name is Natalia. And I am, or was, a normal person.
Dr. ████████: Can you tell me when and how you "stopped being" a normal person?
SCP-6125-02: When? I don't remember, it's been… quite some time. I just remember my mother did it for me…
Dr. ████████: Your mother did it for you? Is this related to SCP-6125-01?
SCP-6125-02: What’s that?
Dr. ████████: The gramophone.
SCP-6125-02: OK, I get it now.
Dr. ████████: So?
SCP-6125-02: The gramophone of my holy mother. She really liked music, you know? She was part of a group of half-crazy musicians. You know, fanatics. Most of them were nice, although they had some weird customs. It seems like they worked with important people and collected data. Spies, maybe? The thing is my mother was a "star" and was really popular. Not only was she an outstanding "agent", but also really beautiful, elegant… And she used to sing in a Swing band! Because I love Swing, you know? I used to play with her and with my-
Dr. ████████: SCP-6125-02, I think you're straying from-
SCP-6125-02: (SCP-6125-02 annoyedly glances at Dr. ████████). Ah, yes. Well, one day the people from which she extracted information discovered her, and they didn't seem happy at all. So she left the house with me, her gramophone and a little bag with some stuff. She went and hid with me in a place that was near there. And the point is that she put me inside the gramophone and told me that I'd stay there and would be her successor. That I'd be better than her. And look at me. I'm here, being interviewed. (SCP-6125-02 sadly lowers her head) And so, in order for me to help the group, she made me be a "gossiper". And I didn't want to…
Dr. ████████: I see. But, from what I understand, if you don't want to be a gossiper, why do you tell every single detail of somebody's life?
SCP-6125-02: I promised to my mother I'd do so. It'd be my way to help the Society once she was not here anymore.
Dr. ████████: Hmmm… Do you need any kind of livelihood?
SCP-6125-02: Strictly necessary, no, but I'd be delighted if you invited me to eat one of these days. (SCP-6125-02 proceeds to wink to Dr. ████████)
Dr. ████████: (Visibly uncomfortable) I- Why… Why do you come out of the gramophone after no vinyls have been played on SCP-6125-01 in two months?
SCP-6125-02: Again, my mother is responsible for it. She told me that if in that time nobody used the gramophone, I'd have to ask for help and she considered two hours were enough.
Dr. ████████: For how long have you been inside the gramophone?
SCP-6125-02: Many years.
Dr. ████████: Approximately?
SCP-6125-02: Since 1945, more, or less.
Dr. ████████: So, you don't present changes due to age?
SCP-6125-02: Only mental, I hope. Although it sucks. Look, it looks like I am 15, doesn't it? Then why do you treat me like a baby? I know that I am kinda messy sometimes, but my mother told me she didn't want to see me once she wasn't here. I'm just keeping my! Eh… I'm supposed to be old enough to roam wherever I want and you still take me to a boring room with white walls! Always with that badly done circle and those arrows pointing to the center. What the heck does that mean?
Dr. ████████: The arrows pointing to the center of the circle represent-
SCP-6125-02: Shut up! You bore me. What I want you to understand is that you all made me sick with this. Why do you do this to me? (SCP-6125-02 sighs, visibly agitated) Next question…
Dr. ████████: What can you tell me about the society of which your mother belonged to?
SCP-6125-02: (SCP-6125-02 sighs in annoyment) I don't know how to describe them. Are they really important? I don't know much about them. Well, you'll see, how do I tell you?…
Dr. ████████: Yes. Tell us what you know, please.
SCP-6125-02: Ugh… the only thing I know is that they are a society of musicians that do rituals or something like that. I don't know why, nor for what. Not only that, they also "collaborate" or something with other… enterprises? groups? mafias? They had a little bit of everything. What I liked the most were the meetings. They made a solemn entry, kinda boring. Then, they played some upbeat music, we danced and then they talked about stuff that never interested me. Business and so. I always fell asleep with it, ha, ha, ha.
Dr. ████████: Do you know the name of this society?
SCP-6125-02: Society Of Forgotten Musicians.
Dr. ████████: Good. What can you tell us about the sixteen vinyls designated as SCP-6125-03?
SCP-6125-02: They belonged to my mother.
Dr. ████████: Don't you know anything about their content and their anomalous properties?
SCP-6125-02: I guess you mean that they make me appear when used. It's supposed that it was part of the "plan" when locking me up inside. They were for any member of the Society to use and spend some time with me. But none of those idiots found it. The vinyls were empty, so the conversation could be recorded there. The conversations are with… with the first person who found me…
Dr. ████████: Can you tell me about him or her?
SCP-6125-02: No.
Dr. ████████: Please, we need-
SCP-6125-02: (Sobbing) I said I don't want to talk about it! Please… just…
Dr. ████████: (Checking his clock) Well, thanks for your time, SCP-6125-
SCP-6125-02: Why the fuck nobody calls me by my name?
< END LOG >
We've started to inquire about this possible Group of Interest. There are many clues to track, but as a music fan, I feel happy and angry at the same time. I feel happy and angry at the same time. Happy because I see even thaumaturges enjoy music as much as I do; angry because instead of appreciating it as the art it is, they handle it until they mess it up. What need was there to put this girl on such a beautiful gramophone? What a waste. They could have at least looked for one who wasn't this rude. Do a casting to see who really deserved the gramophone or something, I don't know.
~ Dr. ████████
