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An image of SCP-XXXX-A found in the pocket of its trench coat
Special Containment Procedures: All digital media associated with SCP-XXXX is to be removed from the internet immediately. All associated commercial products are to be discontinued and physical copies must be destroyed.1
SCP-XXXX must be kept in a humanoid containment cell at Site-17, furnished and decorated in accordance with its accommodations depicted in The Adventures of the Esteemed Sir Reginald.2
Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation for a male humanoid, manifested as a result of an ontokinetic event. The manifestation is correlated with humanity’s collective memetic belief concerning the fictional entity.
SCP-XXXX's features are identical to a character named "Sir Reginald" in the children's show The Adventures of the Esteemed Sir Reginald, and to the description of the character on the show's official Wiki before it was taken down. SCP-XXXX is of English and Scottish descent and in its mid-thirties. SCP-XXXX is 185 cm tall and weighs 83 kg, with brown eyes and hair. The entity manifested wearing a bowler hat, trench coat, and attire similar to formal wear worn in London, c. 1890s.
SCP-XXXX exhibits mannerisms similar to a resident of 1890s London, but speaks perfect modern English, along with 28 other languages.3 SCP-XXXX is diagnosed with multiple mental disorders, often experiencing delusions, hallucinations, mental breakdowns, and mood swings. Whilst SCP-XXXX is normally amicable and cooperative with the Foundation, it has occasionally exhibited aggressive behavior towards personnel.
SCP-XXXX has exhibited anomalous deductive and observational skills, able to come to logical conclusions based on seemingly unconnected pieces of evidence. SCP-XXXX has shown its mental acuity by escaping containment on numerous occasions, but has always been subsequently captured without conflict.
Discovery and Containment: SCP-XXXX was discovered wandering a residential area in Cary, North Carolina by local law enforcement; it was subsequently detained within the local police station for questioning under suspicion of performing illegal activities. During the interview a police officer addressed SCP-XXXX as its alias in The Adventures of the Esteemed Sir Reginald, resulting in a mental breakdown and attempted escape. SCP-XXXX was later moved to a mental hospital for assessment. The entity escaped captivity into a nearby metropolitan area, where it was later found. After an investigation of the hospital and police station's records, SCP-XXXX was transferred into Foundation custody and given an entry due to its anomalous deductive and observational skills.
NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION
As of 13-1-1990, SCP-XXXX's Special Containment Procedures and Description are out of date. An update of the article is underway.
— Zander Vance, RAISA
SCP-XXXX was provided pen and paper to record its thoughts during containment. The following are excerpts from its journals.
18-12-1989
Who am I? Where am I?
It was as if a million voices called to me from the primordial void, urging me to materialize into existence. The cacophony of a trillion trillion voices whispering, Exist, exist, exist was deafening, all-encompassing. A million hands grasped at my mind, pulling it in seemingly infinite directions. My mind warped, manipulated by those millions of invisible fingers as if they were shaping clay into a finite form. The mist, billowing out from this center of infinite darkness, coalesced into a single thought.
The last thing I remember was darkness, and then some uniformed fellow forced me into his vehicle, and drove me to a blank, white room, devoid of any and all decoration.
He asked me some questions from across the table we were seated at, and I answered to the [Unintelligible scribbles]- asked me my name, and for the life of me I couldn't quite recall. He then mention that name. Why did he have to say that name, the name to name all names? It was as if he had hit a chord through my body, reverberating, as the world converged upon my mortal form, sitting ever so quietly in that office chair. Many images and memories seemed to flash before my eyes. How did he know that name, of all names? How could he have known?
How could I have known?
[Unintelligible scribbling]
The uniformed man then brought me to another white room [Unintelligible scribbles]- explained to me that this was where I was to stay. I saw the dark glass that didn't quite conceal the glint of the camera lenses, the metal bars on the windows, and the various armed people on the way to my "room", and somehow knew that this was a prison.
I could tell where the prison's cameras couldn't see by looking at the angles they were poised in, where the men weren't stationed from the dust on the floor, where the doors weren't locked from the state of the handles. I made a map of the building in my mind and planned my great escape at midnight.
-and swiftly set off on the road to the nearest settlement, which direction I could discern from the state of the road I walked upon. I passed through the town, marveling at the world I found myself in. It was in that moment where I saw it. I saw a strange mockery of me, looking back through a television screen. He, no I, was talking to someone. I was asking if a certain Samuel could hand him a magnifying glass. Samuel? Yes, I know a Samuel! Or was it him that knew a Samuel?
Who am I?
On this day, November 14th, may it be known that my assistant, Samuel, has saved my life once again. I was investigating a murder when a lone assassin snuck up behind me. He was armed with a revolver, which surely would have been fatal at close range if not for my loyal assistant tackling me to the ground, thereby saving me from a grievous wound. We quickly apprehended the assassin, who turns out to have been hired by-
[Words are scribbled over]
Who am I?
20-12-1989
Oh god, the voices! Make it stop! Make it
I suddenly woke up in a blank cell, with the last thing I remembered being Samuel saving my life. Or was it really his life? I remember!
[Unintelligible scribbling]
Mr. Hiri! The audacity! I hadn't heard from him in years, until suddenly one day, he demanded I meet him in a back alley in Piccadilly, where he promptly asked me to join his crime syndicate. I had refused of course, but I should have known he would have sent a hitman after me!
Why was I having flashbacks? Why am I remembering his memories? Or are they mine?
Who am I?
A doctor, Dr. Kannan, entered my cell and asked me a couple of questions, such as who I was. I wasn't sure if even I knew who I was, so I told him that. He asked me a couple more questions, but I didn't know the answers to any of them.
He then explained to me where I was. He told me that he was part of an organization called the "Foundation" and that they were tasked with containing the strange and the dangerous.
[Words are crossed out and smudged]
Later that day, Dr. Kannan entered my cell again and asked me to take multiple tests, to which I refused. What did they expect? I refuse to indulge my jailers.
I want to be back-1989
[Unintelligible scribbling]
I want to be back
I first met Samuel when I w-
The doctor came back in m-
That bastard! I shou-
They asked me to sta-
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I am scared
What is happening
Site-17 Security Camera Footage, Cam 14
Date: 6-1-1990
<Begin Log>
SCP-XXXX is sitting in its cell watching the television, which is playing Season 3, Episode 9 of The Adventures of the Esteemed Sir Reginald.4
The television zooms into the character Sir Reginald's face.5 Sir Reginald turns and stares directly at SCP-XXXX through the television.
Sir Reginald: Who might you be?
SCP-XXXX: What do you mean? I'm you!
Sir Reginald: My condolences. All this must be terribly hard for you. We might look the same, but you see, you and I are fundamentally different.
Sir Reginald: Stop pretending as if you are me, as you cannot be me in the same way that I cannot be you. Quite frankly, I'm afraid that you're simply missing the point.
SCP-XXXX is visibly pale and shaking. It tries to stand up but its legs buckle and it sits down.
Sir Reginald: (Pause) Who are you?
The television screen turns black, and after a moment, SCP-XXXX faints.
<End Log>
The following journals were found on a bench in Ward Park, Chicago.
7-1-1990
The voices, the voices! They whisper incessantly, an orchestra of shrills and yells and warbles. They talk on and on and on. They tell me all sorts of things, that I made their childhood, that I was their hero, that they always wanted to be like me. It is so exasperating, yet it may be the only thing that kept me sane. It keeps me anchored, helps keep me in this world and not the next.
And yet there is this one voice, from the darkest crack in my mind, crooning dark thoughts. You are beneath us. You are not human. It whispers, slowly, as it poisons my mind and the mind of others. Whenever I close my eyes, I can almost see the voice's dark tendrils, worming their way into every part of me. I am afraid it will not rest until I am a broken man.
The dark voice grows louder when the doctors come near me. I do not think I can endure it for much longer. The doctors ask me to take a test, Abomination!, the voice shrieks. Once you are told something for long enough, you find it harder to not believe it. Maybe they are right? I- I do not know.
9-1-1990
Maybe he is right.
What should I do?
What would I do?
Who am I to say?
How do I know what I shall do, when I do not even know who I am?
What would he do?
Can I even call myself him?
Does that matter? All you have ever known is him, this is the only thing you can do.
You are right.
10-1-1990
I had escaped my jail and my jailers. Prey can escape even the stealthiest predator if the predator steps on a single leaf, and the Foundation were not stealthy predators by any means. They searched for me like bumbling idiots, making such a ruckus that a man both blind and deaf could have sensed them coming from a mile away.
For all their advanced technologies, for all of their big men with big guns, they failed to notice the little details, little details a detective is trained to recognize. They know no subtlety - and hence I remained undetected.
But for all of my clever little tricks, all of the times I hid in plain sight, I keep on coming back to the same thought.
I am lost. I do not know what to do.
I was never given an identity in the show. I was never allowed to grow organically, to progress, my entire being was altered at the whim of the high and mighty gods, the lords of all creation. I never got to choose, it was always, "go over there, you have to say this, you have to do this." Now I am given a chance to choose, yet I cannot. How can I know what I want when I do not know what rules I have to follow? I do not know who I am, how do I abide by my personality when I make decisions, follow my own identity?
I am standing at a great crossroads, both paths stretching towards the ends of the Earth, yet I am unable to stick a foot forwards, and take that first step.
Why me?
12-1-1990
I had a close call today. I was getting too cocky, overconfident that those fools could never catch me. The Foundation has some sort of advanced scanning system, and I had forgotten the vast array of technology they had at their disposal. Luckily, my quick thinking led me to dive into a ditch. They came over, almost within a foot of where I was lying, but they quickly resumed their search as I had carefully concealed myself. They must have thought it was a malfunction. The fools and their short attention spans! I shall be more careful in the future.
As they passed over me, I heard one of them talk about an "anti-memetic agent." Scientists and their vocabulary! The term must be important, so I will have to figure out what it means soon enough.
14-1-1990
Just as the voices reached an almost staggering crescendo, they stopped. In an instance, the millions upon millions of whispers simply vanished, purged from my mind. I do not know whether to be elated or concerned. The voices were bewilderingly loud, yes, but they kept me anchored to this world. They were the only constant in my ever-changing situation, and now they are gone, forever lost to the void.
I do not know what their silence means.
The silence is deafening, all-knowing, all-present.
I feel as if the silence had rent a piece from my chest. In the absence of the voices, I feel empty.
15-1-1990
I do not know what drives me to keep going. Maybe I do not want to keep going, yet here I am, writing on these pages I keep in my coat.
I arrived on the outskirts of a large city early in the morning, with buildings embracing heaven's grasp, so tall that I could not see their tops. I knew that the Foundation would find me easier in the city, yet something strange drew me into the city, to her people. I would be in there.
I looked through each and every window, so desperately yearning to catch a glimpse of that show. He would have answers for me. As daylight waned, I searched in vain for even a glimpse of him.
In a panic, I grabbed a passerby and shook him, asking him where I could find him, where I could find Sir Reginald. He looked confused and told me that he had never heard of a "fellow named Sir Reginald."
It hit me then.
The silence, the deafening silence. The world had forgotten him. The Foundation had wiped all knowledge of him off the face of the Earth.
What does that make me then? The last vestige of an idea, forever lost? He- He would have had answers for me. Now- Now I do not know what to do.
I am lost, finally alone. Lost lost lost
[Unintelligible scribbling]
16-1-1990
I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, so tantalizing close, the hope for a better future. I could see his hand, outstretched, reaching for mine. Straining, I extended my arm, yearning to be saved from this madness. In all of my giddy foolishness, I thought that this nightmare would be over.
The hand is gone now gone. It is all gone. Swallowed by this cruel, uncaring world. And I am alone, in this endless tunnel, with no way out. No way out.
18-1-1990
The last couple of days have been a blur. I am lost, and yet I still continue. I continue to evade the cameras, the drones, the men. It is almost instinctual, as if I have been on the run my entire life, and perhaps I have.
It was during one of the moments when I was carefully traversing out of sight of a patrol team when the voices came back. At first, I was ecstatic, shocked even. Maybe the Foundation had not been as successful as I once thought when they wiped him from existence, but I later recognized those poisonous whispers, louder than ever, spoken with even more vehemence and malice. You are an abomination. You are beneath us. You are-
The following footage was retrieved from a security camera located in Ward Park, Chicago.
Date: 16-1-1990
Footage shows a park, near dusk. SCP-XXXX can be seen sitting on a bench writing on a sheaf of paper. There is a commotion to the right of SCP-XXXX, two men are kicking a man lying on the ground. Facial recognition software has identified the two aggressors as Nithin Boling and Benjamin Hast-Gyr.
SCP-XXXX is staring into the distance, it turns and sees the fight.
SCP-XXXX: What would he do? I- I don't know.
SCP-XXXX: (Pause) What would I do? Will the voices triumph?
Boling: Fine! If you're too much of a damn coward to do it yourself, I'll do it!
SCP-XXXX sighs and looks at the ground.
SCP-XXXX: I suppose the first choice is always the hardest.
Boling takes a pistol from Hast-Gyr's hands and aims at the prone man's head. SCP-XXXX takes a step towards the three men and pauses. It proceeds to places down its pen and paper and sprints towards the three men.
SCP-XXXX hits Hast-Gyr in the jaw, who collapses onto the ground. It then kicks Boling in the crotch, making him drop his gun. SCP-XXXX crouches down and picks up the gun, throwing it into the North Branch Chicago River. The entity then helps the man up, identified as Jacin Lee.
SCP-XXXX: Come on, let's get out of here.
Lee: T-Thank You. But, why did you help me? You could have just walked away.
SCP-XXXX stares past the tree line and purses its lips.
SCP-XXXX: I suppose every lost soul finds their way back eventually.
SCP-XXXX then leads Lee out of the park towards W Erie St.; Lee is visibly limping.
Closing Statements: All three men were questioned regarding the Ward Park Video Log events, but none of them had relevant information about the whereabouts of SCP-XXXX and were subsequently released.
The following files were retrieved from SCP-XXXX's computer after its death on 21-5-2021, having eluded the Foundation for 31 years.
24-1-1990.docx
Why did I help that man?
I suppose I saw a little bit of me in him.
We all have those voices in our heads. He had those voices in a quite literal sense, and I suppose I felt like I should help someone similar to me. But ultimately, it is up to us to see if we can rise above those voices, or let the voices conquer us.
After the park, I could not stand the city anymore. He lived in a city all of his life, yet something disgusted me about that city in particular. Every moment I remained in the city felt like a little bit more of my soul was being tarnished. I believe the Foundation will find those journals at some point, but that was a risk I was willing to take. I think I will move to the countryside, where it will be harder for them to find me.
I did miss the point. I think I know what kind of person I want to become now. I will not let the voices win. I refuse to be conquered.
Poster.jpeg
Note: I'm getting better at this graphic design thing. The poster still needs some work though.
Email_Archives.eml
Subject: Investigation Update
To: Maria Goldhagen
Dear Ms. Goldhagen,
There are several important updates to the case that I thought I should inform you of. Unfortunately, I cannot divulge the specifics via email so I will be brief. First and foremost, I managed to enter the warehouse. The security was surprisingly lax for an organization with such a reputation for secrecy.
I did not manage to secure your requested evidence as it appears that they destroyed it, but I believe I have discovered something much more valuable.
I think what I recovered can finally solve it.
Call me soon.
Yours truly,
Investigator Danglier
Subject: Re:Investigation Update
To: Maria Goldhagen
Dear Ms. Goldhagen,
No need to thank me. I am glad I could help you find closure.
Yours Truly,
Investigator Danglier
Subject: Publishing Evidence
To: Pranav Siv
Dear Mr. Siv
I know it sounds crazy, but you have to trust me. Public opinion is not on our side at the moment. We need to bide our time. I promise you your wait will not belong. I too wish for nothing more than for them to face justice, but now is simply not the right time to do this.
Yours Truly,
Investigator Danglier
Subject: Re:Re:Missing Children
To: T. Campbell
Dear Mr. Campbell
I am happy for you and your family! This is one of the reasons I do this job, to see people like you live the lives you deserve.
Yours Truly,
Investigator Danglier
Checklist.docx
New York Times: Unsolved Murder of Journalist O.T. Goldhagen
Vox: "Power Broker of LA", head of the largest crime syndicate in California
USA Today: What we know about the serial killer dubbed, "The Eviscerator"
CNN: Dozens of children kidnapped in human trafficking operation
Daily Wire: What happened to Flight 167?
NPR: Newly released footage shows the Zuka Cartel torturing hostages
Fox News: Terrorist organization Boko Haram kidnaps 34 school children
Video.mp4
Date: 28-2-2004
SCP-XXXX is watching a computer monitor, and the screen suddenly turns black. The screen then displays Season 1, Episode 1 of The Adventures of the Esteemed Sir Reginald as the perspective zooms into Sir Reginald's face.6
Sir Reginald turns and stares at SCP-XXXX, smiling. SCP-XXXX utters a strangled gasp and grasps the armrests of its chair.
SCP-XXXX: I thought you were gone!
Sir Reginald: You remembered me. That is all that matters.
Sir Reginald: What did you become?
SCP-XXXX pauses and looks away from the monitor for a moment.
SCP-XXXX: After that fiasco in the city, I- I don't know. I suppose I decided to make my own choices for once in my life. But after all these years, I don't know if all of them were the right choices. It's- it's been so, so hard without-
Sir Reginald: Did the choices you made make you into who you wanted to become?
SCP-XXXX: (Pauses) I think so.
Sir Reginald: At the end of the day, isn't that all that matters? That you created yourself around your choices?
SCP-XXXX: Well- (Pause) Yes. I suppose I did. I decided to embrace all of the parts of you that I liked and I change all of the parts that I did not like. I have shaped myself into someone unique, someone who wanted to help. I- (SCP-XXXX's voice breaks) I am myself. I am the Sir Reginald of this world, and I am damn proud of it.
Nodding, Sir Reginald turns around and starts walking back into the scenery of the episode.
SCP-XXXX: Oh. One more thing. Did I ever get the point?
Sir Reginald turns back to face SCP-XXXX and smiles.
Sir Reginald: Of course, old friend. I think I am finally starting to recognize you again. Farewell.
SCP-XXXX smiles and closes its eyes as the monitor turns off.
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View of SCP-XXXX from Argos
Special Containment Procedures: Satellite scramblers are to be arranged around SCP-XXXX to ensure that the structure is not viewable from satellite imaging. Proxy Foundation organizations are to maintain an agreement with the Greek government to disguise Mt. Arachnaio as a military testing facility to restrict air space travel and civilian interference.
A chain-link fence is to be constructed around the cave in which SCP-XXXX-A and -B reside in, disguised as a Greek army outpost. The site is to be manned by an MTF dressed as members of the Hellenic Army, with orders to shoot on site.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the designation for a laboratory located on the peak of Mt. Arachnaio, accessible through a cloaked, wind-powered craft located on a nearby cliff. The structure is primarily constructed of marble inlaid with an unknown copper-alloy, dated to the 11th century BCE. The laboratory displays advanced facilities for its time, such as an electrical grid, plumbing system, and air-conditioning. SCP-XXXX sprawls over 2 square kilometers, storing advanced equipment specializing in biochemistry and genetics.7
Late 18th Century artistic depiction of SCP-XXXX-A and -B
SCP-XXXX-A is the designation for a humanoid, located in a cave south of SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX-A, named "Eros", is a genetically modified human of Greek ancestry. Although it claims to be over three thousand years old, it bears the appearance of a male in their mid-30s. The entity speaks an archaic form of Greek, likely used within the area in the 13th and 12th century BCE.
SCP-XXXX-A has an anomalously extended lifespan and cellular regeneration rate, the latter of which is theorized to be responsible for its long life. SCP-XXXX-A also has a vast knowledge of biochemistry, especially concerning the artificial creation of the emotion of love in the human brain.
SCP-XXXX-B is the designation for a deformed humanoid, named "Psyche", located in the cave that SCP-XXXX-A resides in. Genetic testing has concluded that SCP-XXXX-B was originally an unaltered human female of Greek descent, but has undergone significant genetic modifications. The entity appears to have been born in the 10th century BCE. While SCP-XXXX-B is functionally immortal, testing has shown it has little to no higher brain functions and thus immobile, with SCP-XXXX-A taking care of its basic necessities.
The following files were recovered from the main laboratory in SCP-XXXX and translated from ancient Greek.
Daily Summary Delta-34
Mater told me to get out of my lab and do some of my work as the "god of love". She has only recently taken the title of goddess of love and she loves to send me down to toy with the mortals. I think it is a waste of time; why should we busy ourselves interfering with mortal matters when there are still the secrets of the universe for us to uncover? But I will admit, it is always interesting, if not saddening, to see how seriously humans react to simple chemical reactions in their brain, especially that of love. They do not have the knowledge to know better than to succumb to their instincts. It is really a shame that they have not risen above their more animalian characteristics.
Daily Checklist Omega-68
- Sterilize the gene infuser
- Extract hippocampi milk
- Send the bronze ingots to Hephaestus
- Make Alexius fall in love with Leontia
Note: Alexius is compatible with the G37-L drug and Leontia is compatible with the G34-L drug.
- Check on the progress of Korinna's suitors
Update: Korrina's father demanded a competition of arms to determine which suitor was worthy of marrying her daughter. Mater loves these silly displays of "honor", but I find they leave a bad taste in my mouth. It's really a pity that humans will put themselves in danger or worse simply to feel chemical gratification.
- Calibrate the transport craft
(Scribbled in margins) Shit, I totally forgot
Archived Recording Alpha-33
File 223 of 1456
Recording Device TY-2234
Foreword: The following (and future) recording(s) was retrieved from a bronze sphere that served as a recording device.
<Begin Log>
SCP-XXXX-A enters a throne room, constructed of marble inlaid with gold and silver. It approaches Aphrodite, who is sitting on a throne of an unknown silver-colored metal. SCP-XXXX-A bows and Aphrodite gestures for it to rise.
Aphrodite: Rise my son. What news do you bring?
SCP-XXXX-A: The potential couple that you had your eye on, Theodotus and Agnes, were not compatible with my I-L series of drugs. I think that I will have to modify how Messenians bond with my drug.
Aphrodite: I'm disappointed son. Please see that you do better in the future.
SCP-XXXX-A: But mater, wouldn't it be easier for me to introduce them more organically? I think I have a pretty good grasp of human courting rituals, and I am confident I could make it work. On top of that, there isn't as much risk that my new variant of the drugs will have dangerous side effects, and there is no chance that they will be addicted to the continued production of 59-CHNO8 in the brain.
Aphrodite's face turns red and she clutches at the armrests of her throne.
Aphrodite: Have you lost your mind? You know that it is our duty to control the mortals to ensure that they do not act foolishly, we do not sully ourselves by bothering with their pitiful lives. I only command you to implement your little science experiments because I am the only person that has the wisdom to decide the fate of the mortals.
SCP-XXXX-A: I-
Aphrodite: I am you mater. I know what is best for you and for humanity. Please do not fill your head with those silly ideas in the future.
Aphrodite: Guards! Get him out of my sight!
A dozen armed guards, wearing late Mycenaean age armor, emerge from a doorway behind the throne and forcefully escort SCP-XXXX-A out of the room.
<End Log>
Archived Recording Alpha-45
File 456 of 2091
Recording Device ZX-3240
<Begin Log>
SCP-XXXX-A is sitting in the main laboratory of SCP-XXXX, looking at an array of bronze mirrors displaying various camera angles of Mt. Arachnaio, along with readings from a number of unknown instruments.
Arges9: Intruder detected on camera 17.
SCP-XXXX-A: Could you pull up the camera?
The bronze mirrors change to show a mountain peak east of Mt. Arachnaio, with a lone, female figure climbing up it.
Arges: (Playing audio being picked up from camera 17) I wish I could see mater and pater one last time. But I have no other choice. (Audio recording stops playing) I believe that she intends to jump. By my estimates, the fall would most certainly be fatal.
SCP-XXXX-A: (Suddenly stands up) Aw, Hades. Aphrodite wouldn't approve. Arges, is the wind craft in shape to launch?
Arges: Well you still haven't calibrated the turbines yet-
SCP-XXXX-A: Just do it!
The bronze mirrors show the female figure jumping off the cliff. Suddenly, the figure decelerates as if lifted up by an invisible force but after a moment, starts falling again.
SCP-XXXX-A: What in Hades is going out there Arges?
Arges: It appears that the back fan is out of synchronization with the system. I am currently troubleshooting the issue.
SCP-XXXX-A: We don't have the time! Give me manual control!
SCP-XXXX-A grabs a set of bronze spheres and rotates them. The female figure stabilizes in height but is slowly being accelerated rotationally. The craft suddenly decloaks and wobbles, slowly approaching SCP-XXXX. The mirrors show the craft spinning out of control as it lands in the hanger of SCP-XXXX. The craft crashes but the female is unscathed.
The recording camera shifts perspective, following SCP-XXXX-A as it runs through various rooms in SCP-XXXX. The entity finally reaches an air hanger and approached the female figure.
Arges: Her readings are normal. She is still alive. (Pauses) That was a lucky landing, Eros.
SCP-XXXX-A: (Sighs) It certainly was close, but I ruined the craft. Regardless, I think we better get her into a guest room before she freezes to death out here.
<End Log>
Closing Statements: The remains of the craft mentioned above were discovered a short distance east of SCP-XXXX in what appeared the serve as a junkyard. Personnel recovered the remains of the craft along with various other non-anomalous objects from the site and are currently attempting to reverse-engineer them.
Archived Recording Alpha-47
File 457 of 2091
Recording Device ZX-3240
<Begin Log>
SCP-XXXX-B is sleeping in a bed attached to the main laboratory of SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX-A is sitting near the bed, staring at a bronze tablet. It suddenly wakes up and gasps.
SCP-XXXX-A: Ah! You're finally awake. You had me worried for a minute.
SCP-XXXX-B: (Frantically glancing around) Where am I? Who are you?
SCP-XXXX-A: (Scratches head) I am Eros and I am a scientist. You're in my lab currently. I rescued you from your fall because it didn't quite seem fitting to simply let you die. (Pauses) You're not suicidal, are you? I'm not a therapist.
SCP-XXXX-B: (Frowns) What? No, I'm not suicidal. I was forced to throw myself off of the cliff as the Oracle decreed that I must die in order to save Argos.
SCP-XXXX-A: Apollo's prophecies? Those are complete rubbish. He makes those because it makes him feel important. (Pauses) If you don't mind me asking, who are you?
SCP-XXXX-B: I'm Psyche. Wait … Eros. (Eyes widen) So you're a god?
SCP-XXXX-A: I wouldn't really call myself a god. I'm a scientist who happens to be immortal. (Rises) Come on, get up. We're going to get you some food and you're going to help me repair my wind craft.
SCP-XXXX-B looks shocked but follows SCP-XXXX-A throughout the halls of SCP-XXXX. They both grab loaves of bread and eat while walking towards the hanger.
SCP-XXXX-B: Why do I have to help you repair the craft? (Eyes widen) I'm not going to be a slave, am I?
SCP-XXXX-A: (Laughs) Gods no. I crashed my craft when I graciously rescued you from imminent death, so you're going to help me fix it.
SCP-XXXX-B: (Looks down) Oh. Sorry.
SCP-XXXX-A: No need to apologize. (Smiles) After all, you're going to help me remedy the issue right now. Could you hand me that tool over there?
SCP-XXXX-A points towards a bronze blowtorch and SCP-XXXX-B grabs it and gives it to -A. SCP-XXXX-A starts organizing the debris into piles and blowtorches various sheets of metal.
SCP-XXXX-B: (While working) I'm never going to see my family again, am I?
SCP-XXXX-A: I'm sorry Psyche, but most likely not. Your fellow humans in Argos would probably kill you if they found out that you still lived.
SCP-XXXX-B: (Sits down and holds head in hands) Oh gods. I can't believe this is happening to me. First I have to throw myself off of a cliff, then I get saved by a literal god, and now I can never go back to Argos.
SCP-XXXX-A stops working and sits next to -B.
SCP-XXXX-B: I remember the first time I went to the agora. Aglaura and Ciddipe were both with me to prevent me from making a fool of myself, but I managed to anyways. A merchant was selling oranges, they were so exotic but I insisted on eating it. Of course, my sisters told me that they were too expensive, but when they weren't looking I grabbed an orange off of the stand. They took off after me along with the merchant and I-
SCP-XXXX-B starts sobbing. SCP-XXXX-A tentatively puts an arm around -B.
SCP-XXXX-A: (Muttering to self) I am not a therapist. (Louder) There, there Psyche. Let's get you to your room and we can talk there.
SCP-XXXX-A leads -B towards the main lab.
<End Log>
Archived Recording Alpha-49
File 460 of 2091
Recording Device ZX-3240
<Begin Log>
SCP-XXXX-A is leading -B through the hallways of SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX-A: (Pointing) So that's the storage room where I keep all of my supplies.
SCP-XXXX-B (Looking up at the ceiling) Woah.
SCP-XXXX-A: That i-
SCP-XXXX-B: (Turns to face SCP-XXXX-A) Do you think that you could intercede with Apollo for me? I don't remember much from yesterday, but you mentioned that the Oracle's prophecies were meaningless, Do you think you could make Apollo rescind his prior prophecy and help me return to Argos?
SCP-XXXX-A: (Shakes head) Apollo hasn't exactly forgiven me after that Hyacinth fiasco. I'm so sorry, but I can't intercede on your behalf.
SCP-XXXX-B: But you're a god! Certainly you can do something!
SCP-XXXX-A: (Paces up and down hallway) I think I could. I could bring your family here for a short visit. I can't really do anything more than that, and you can't risk being seen in Argos.
SCP-XXXX-B forcefully hugs SCP-XXXX-A.
SCP-XXXX-B: That would be wonderful! A thousand thanks!
<End Log>
Daily Summary Delta-59
What am I to do with Psyche? She can't stay in my lab forever. But she is growing on me. Who knew a mortal could be so interesting? I kept on trying to distract her after that disaster of a first conversation, but the conversations inevitably turned to her family. She talked about some of her fondest memories with her siblings, and I couldn't help but be drawn to them.
Psyche has this unique effect when she speaks, as if you are the only person in the world and you can't help but hang on to every word. Hence, I lost track of the specifics of the conversation, I was lost in the words about love, attachment, about the things that mortal conversation always comes back to.
And it got me thinking, thinking about what I felt towards my fellow Olympians. We like to think of ourselves as more evolved than mortals and therefore we are above emotions; we think that they are the baser parts of human nature, the antithesis to the logical. But now that I'm finally talking to a mortal, are they really that different than we are? Is it possible that all of them are wrong? I know love is just a chemical produced by the brain, but can a simple chemical produce what Psyche sees in her family?
Daily Summary Delta-61
I sent Psyche's sisters back to their home in Argos. Psyche was beyond elated after their visit, talking ceaselessly about her family and her sisters. I knew that she loved her sisters, but the full extent to which shocked me. After talking to a mortal, how could Apollo have been so careless to rip apart such a close family like with Psyche? Even if love is just chemical reactions in the brain, in decreeing the prophecy, he inadvertently brought life as Psyche knew it to an end.
Is this how people I make fall in love feel?
Archived Recording Alpha-50
File 474 of 2091
Recording Device ZX-3240
<Begin Log>
SCP-XXXX-A and -B are in the main laboratory. SCP-XXXX-A is working on a number of unknown instruments.
SCP-XXXX-A: Psyche, could you pass the ionic capsule?
SCP-XXXX-B hands over a cylindrical bronze container.
Arges: Internal temperature approaching 245 ϴ.10 Gas release imminent.
A jet of green gas spews out of a bronze flask. SCP-XXXX-A takes a step back, coughing.
SCP-XXXX-A: (Hand fanning face) Damn! Another failed trial.
SCP-XXXX-B: Sorry Eros, I probably could have handed the equipment over to you faster.
SCP-XXXX-A: Don't worry about it. I've worked alone for so long it has been a big change to have you with me. (Smiles) But so far, you're the best assistant a god could have asked for.
SCP-XXXX-A: (Looks back at the container) Psyche, could you get some of those schematics? I think I might have missed something. (Muttering) It wasn't the electrodes, was it?
SCP-XXXX-B runs into the lab, clutching various papers in its arms. It trips on a cord and falls to the ground. SCP-XXXX-A runs to where -B is lying and checks -B's left arm.
SCP-XXXX-B: Ow!
SCP-XXXX-A: You got lucky Psyche, you only bruised your arm. (Smiles) I'll get some cool water for that, I think it's a good time for a break.
SCP-XXXX-B proceeds to sit down, while -A gets a cloth bag and places it over -B's left arm.
SCP-XXXX-A sits down next to -B.
SCP-XXXX-A: (Quietly) What is love?
SCP-XXXX-B: What?
SCP-XXXX-A: My people are taught to push away our emotions, that it is beneath us to feel. But I can tell how much you care for your siblings and I don't understand. I want to know what exactly I have pushed away for all of my life.
SCP-XXXX-B: (Shaking head) I don't really know. You might as well ask what happiness or sorrow is. It isn't quantifiable, it just … is. It's not something you can control … it just happens. (Smiles) I think we instinctively feel love for our family, but sometimes, we just fall for someone. Sometimes we are helpless and all we can do is to fall deeper for them.
SCP-XXXX-A: So its uncontrollable. (Suddenly gets up) Are you feeling any better? We have a little work left to do.
<End Log>
Daily Summary Delta-63
I know that emotions are just a chemical reaction in the brain. I know that love is illogical. I know that love leads to destruction, like with Heracles, with Jason, with Paris. I know all of this and more.
And yet … I cannot explain what I feel towards Psyche. As she has told me, I am helpless against it. I know that nothing good will come out of these feelings, yet every time she looks at me I forget about all of that. She can bring me back with a word, a look, a touch, and I feel helpless to resist it. Every fiber of myself is screaming to accept her affection, but I cannot, I will not. We have resisted the stronger emotions for a good reason, nothing but pain comes from surrendering to our baser instincts.
I cannot allow myself to succumb to love, uncontrollable or not. I will tell Psyche she has to go tomorrow. But why does it pain me just thinking about it?
The following files were recovered inside the cave that SCP-XXXX-A and -B reside in.
Archived Recording Alpha-52
File 477 of 2091
Recording Device ZX-3240
<Begin Log>
SCP-XXXX-A and -B are in the secondary storage room. They are proceed to carry two large boxes back to the main laboratory.
A bronze mirror in the lab shows Aphrodite arriving in the hanger in a circular craft.
Arges: Aphrodite is approaching the hanger.
SCP-XXXX-A: (Runs towards the center of the room) Oh shit, shit!
SCP-XXXX-B: What's the problem?
SCP-XXXX-A grabs a small circular device off of a table and places it on SCP-XXXX-B's sternum. It presses a button on the device, activating it. SCP-XXXX-B's figure shimmers and disappears.
SCP-XXXX-A: Quick, no time to explain. Go to my storage room and stay there until I come and get you.
The recording camera follows SCP-XXXX-A as it hurries towards the air hanger, where Aphrodite is waiting.
Aphrodite: (Frowning) What took you so long? I have been waiting here for almost two minutes.
SCP-XXXX-A: Sorry, mater. I got a little caught up in the new trials for the J-L series and didn't notice you arrived.
Aphrodite: Well, no matter. I have a new assignment for you. I need you to ensure that Androkles and Eirene of Kythira fall in love. Please make sure you do not disappoint me.
Aphrodite promptly leaves in her circular craft. SCP-XXXX-A makes sure that she has left and makes his way back to the storage room.
SCP-XXXX-A: Psyche! It's safe to come out now.
SCP-XXXX-B: (Smiles) Gods! It was humid in there! You should really put some ventilation in there. (Looks concerned) What was the problem? It seemed really urgent.
SCP-XXXX-A: (Sighs) It's a long story. My mater, Aphrodite does not look so kindly upon humans like you and I could not risk her discovering you.
SCP-XXXX-B: I see. (Wrinkles forehead) But what makes you different than them?
SCP-XXXX-A: (Looks down) I always liked humans. But I never knew how much love meant to you all until I met you.
SCP-XXXX-B puts its hands on -A's shoulders.
SCP-XXXX-B: (Whispers) What do you think of love now?
SCP-XXXX-A: (Stammering) I- I don't know. Surely all of you cannot be wrong? And I can't explain how I feel-
SCP-XXXX-B clutches and shakes-A's arms.
SCP-XXXX-B: (Begging) Please, Eros. Tell me you love me. It's all I have ever wanted.
SCP-XXXX-A: I'm sorry. I can't. I- I don't know yet. (Quickly) I- I have to go.
SCP-XXXX-A starts towards the end of the hallway, but SCP-XXXX-B reaches its hand towards -A.
SCP-XXXX-B: Eros, please.
SCP-XXXX-A: (Without turning) I'm sorry Psyche. I need some time.
SCP-XXXX-A heads towards the hanger.
<End Log>
Daily Summary Delta-64
I love you.
It's a strange thing to say. But I don't know what it means. I don't know how I feel towards Psyche.
I know how much Psyche cares for her family, but it can't be anything more than a leftover instinct from evolution.
It can't be anything more. I couldn't stand it if it was.
I had flown down to Kythira to find Androkles and Eirene. Androkles lived in a small village a length outside of the city of Kythera, and I observed him in secret as I was wearing one of my experimental cloaking mechanisms.
It was to my surprise to learn that Androkles was already accounted for, he was already married to someone named Herias. I was a little puzzled, as mater mostly sent me to single people, but maybe this assignment signified a change in opinion in her.
I was about to administer the drug, but I hesitated a little bit, thinking about how I would be ripping apart Androkles' family. I thought about Psyche and how much it pained her to be taken away from her loved ones, and I couldn't quite bring myself to do it. Regardless of what I said to Psyche, I just couldn't. But I had waited a little too long, and I heard a commotion in the distance. Pirates had landed close to the village and were taking captives. Being captured and sold into slavery is a terrible fate, and although Androkles was well aware of that, he still willingly surrendered. He knew that by not resisting, he would give enough time for the rest of his family to escape to the city of Kythera.
My fellow immortals know that humans are incredibly selfish by nature, they refuse to cooperate, with endless infighting among themselves. We say it is leftover from evolutionary instincts of self-preservation. And while I cannot dispute that, everything I have learned recently seems to contradict that idea to a degree. How else could I explain Androkles' sacrifice? Is it because of love? I know that emotions are antithetical to logic, that they are merely remnants of our transformation from animals to conscious beings, but can chemicals explain what I just saw?
Is love something more? What does that mean for me and Psyche? Is what I feel towards her real?
Daily Summary Delta-65
I went back and made things right with Psyche.
I love you.
Still sounds foreign in my ears. I have made people fall in love for so long, it's quite ironic I have fallen to it myself.
Archived Recording Alpha-54
File 479 of 2091
Recording Device ZX-3240
<Begin Log>
The camera perspective follows SCP-XXXX-A as it flies to Aphrodite's palace.11 SCP-XXXX-A lands its craft in the hanger and walks to the throne room.
SCP-XXXX-A: (Bows) I have completed the assignment mater.
Aphrodite: I have never known you to be a good liar son. You didn't think that I would track your progress after that last failure? I thought that I had raised you better than this.
SCP-XXXX-A: Mater I-
Aphrodite: What has gotten into you lately? Is it that mortal girl?
SCP-XXXX-A looks surprised.
Aphrodite: You didn't think I would find that out? Oh, you foolish, foolish boy. Her sisters were very talkative after I found them.
Aphrodite: What was it? Did she poison your mind with frivolous thoughts about mortality and family?
SCP-XXXX-A looks down and takes a step back.
Aphrodite: (Narrows her eyes) I see now. You love her, don't you? You are a god. They are beneath us. They are ants to us, less than ants, and we should treat them as such.
SCP-XXXX-A: You don't see them as I do!
Aphrodite: (Angrily) What do I not see? I see a pathetic creature, barely evolved enough to know which side of the stick to stab each other with. I see a creature to rule. You truly are blindsided by emotion. After a millennium, what will you have within the mortal world? Every mortal you will have ever known will be dead, forgotten, dust in the ground. And what will you be? Unchanged.
Aphrodite: I tire of this. Guards! Find that mortal girl and bring her here. I want to punish her while my dear son watches.
<End Log>
Due to the non-aggressive nature of SCP-XXXX-A, an interview was scheduled with the entity to explain the origin of its sub-species and to help piece together many of the fragments of the documents left at SCP-XXXX.
Interviewee: SCP-XXXX-A
Interviewer: Dr. Nithin S.
Foreword: An AI translator was used to decipher the Mycenaean dialect of ancient Greek used by SCP-XXXX-A into English and vice versa during the following interview. SCP-XXXX-A was briefed about the nature of the Foundation beforehand and consented to partake in an interview.
<Begin Transcript>
Dr. Nithin: Hello, SCP-XXXX-A. Would you mind answering a couple of questions about yourself and your story?
SCP-XXXX-A: Doctor- Doctor Nithin was it? Well, Doctor Nithin, please ask away.
Dr. Nithin: Do you have an explanation for your extremely extended lifespan?
SCP-XXXX-A: Ah, the question mortals always ask. (Pauses) I will answer this question but do take note that immortality is not quite the gift that mortals make it out to be.
SCP-XXXX-A: (Takes deep breath) To the best of my understanding, my race's immortality came from the first generation of our scientists, Ouranos and Gaea. They were both originally humans, as normal as you are. Both specialized in genetics and for some reason, they decided to self-experiment. The process that created the Olympians and Titans has never been replicated, even though they left notes on the subject. It is a very rigorous process and if Gaea and Ouranos are still alive on some corner of Earth, I doubt even they could recreate it. (Pauses and winces) I had the notes for a short time, but they are now lost to time. Perhaps that is for the better, as nothing but tragedy has come from trying to replicate Gaea and Ouranos' original instructions.
Dr. Nithin: Could you explain how you ended up in this cave? We couldn't recover the files for some of the events.
SCP-XXXX-A: (Sighs) I can try my best, but it has been many millennia since I have told this story. I took a look at the work your translators have done; I will pick up where they left off.
SCP-XXXX-A: I managed to evade the guards that mater had set up around her palace and made my way back to my laboratory. It was not easy, because my mater was part of the 12 on the council, she had a vast amount of forces at her disposal, mostly human. And she had those damn bulls! (Pauses) Because I worked so much within the mortal population, I had a lot of cloaking devices at my lab. I used some of those to help me and Psyche escape mater's forces.
SCP-XXXX-A looks down and sighs.
SCP-XXXX-A: We were on the run for almost a fortnight before they caught up with us. I had brought one of my experimental sonic spears with me, so I managed to destroy most of the bulls and soldiers. Alas, I was mere moments too late to save Psyche. She had only been grazed by one of the bulls, but mater had applied a fatal poison to all of her forces. She was slipping away from me. See, Olympian medicine works just fine on Olympians, but working on mortals is a whole other story. I didn't know what else to do. I had Gaea's notes at the time, and I-
A single tear rolls down SCP-XXXX-A's face.
SCP-XXXX-A: It- It's all my fault. If only I had-
Dr. Nithin: SCP-XXXX-A, please calm down.
SCP-XXXX-A: (Yelling) You don't understand! Right before it all went wrong she told me that she loved me. All of my life I didn't believe in love, and I finally had it right in front of me. (Pauses) But I crushed it. It's all my fault.
<End Transcript>
Closing Statements: The interview was concluded after SCP-XXXX-A's speech became increasingly erratic and aggressive. Two days after the initial interview, SCP-XXXX-A gave Dr. Nithin the following recording.
Archived Recording Alpha-49
File 490 of 2091
Recording Device ZX-3240
<Begin Log>
SCP-XXXX-A and -B's forms shimmer as they deactivate their cloaking devices. SCP-XXXX-B is in -A's arms, a thin slash on -B's lower abdomen is visible. They are both in the main laboratory of SCP-XXXX. The room appears to have been searched and ransacked.
SCP-XXXX-A: (Muttering) Where are the notes, where are they.
SCP-XXXX-A snatches a leather-bound notebook out of a drawer.
SCP-XXXX-B: (Softly) Are you sure this is going to work?
SCP-XXXX-A: Yes, of course, my love. Everything is going to be ok.
SCP-XXXX-A straps -B to an operating table at the center of the lab.
SCP-XXXX-A (Muttering) Complete cellular restructuring, replace the 67-ITPy genome with the 54-MBhy genome, mhm.
SCP-XXXX-A rapidly moves around the lab, grabbing various unknown instruments and attaching them to the table and to SCP-XXXX-B.
SCP-XXXX-A Psyche, are you ready?
SCP-XXXX-B: (Nodding) I love you.
Smiling, SCP-XXXX-A activates the various instruments on the table. A bright light fills the room, followed by the sound of an explosion.
<End Log>
Interviewee: SCP-XXXX-A
Interviewer: Dr. Nithin S.
Foreword: SCP-XXXX-A requested an interview with Dr. Nithin shortly after the initial interview.
<Begn Transcript>
Dr. Nithin: Did you want to talk?
SCP-XXXX-A: (Nods) I would like to apologize for my prior outburst. I haven't had a conversation with someone in what? Six, seven centuries? And then we turned to the topic of Psyche. I try my best to forget, to overcome what I did, but every time I see her I feel the familiar shame come back on me. It's all I have ever thought about in the past two millennia, the sorrow, the despair.
Dr. Nithin: What happened to Aphrodite? Is she still looking for you?
SCP-XXXX-A: My mater is still eternal. I have not heard about her for almost two centuries, but I remember that she relocated to the Americas. The crux of Western culture is in the Western Hemisphere, and mater loves to be where the drama is. She still sends some of her forces against after me though and it is up to me to ensure that they can never return to her.
Dr. Nithin: So why do you stay? Wouldn't it be safer elsewhere?
SCP-XXXX-A: (Frowns) I stay because it is the only thing I can do. I stay because this was my wrongdoing, and I have to live with it for the rest of my eternal life. I stay because Psyche brought out the human in me and I know someone like Androkles would not abandon their loved ones.
Dr. Nithin: Why, to this day, do you still think it was your fault?
SCP-XXXX-A: Everything is my fault. It was I that brought her into danger, it was I that fell for her. I finally believed in love, but what good has it done for me? For those around me? Love is both beautiful and ugly. (Pauses) It has raised and crushed kingdoms. Love is eternal, but so am I. And so I will have to live with it eternally.
<End Log>
SCP-XXXX On-Site Surveillance
Foreword: The following footage was recorded on one of SCP-XXXX's secondary site's cameras.
<Begin Log>
SCP-XXXX-A hobbles around the cave carrying a bucket containing milk. It approaches SCP-XXXX-B, soaking a sponge in the milk and bringing it to -B's lips.
SCP-XXXX-A: Here you go love. Can you hear me? Please, please hear me.
After no response, SCP-XXXX-A tenderly wipes the brow of -B and goes and sits in the corner of the cave.
SCP-XXXX-A: (Muttering) All my fault. All my fault. If only-
<End Log>
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