Either write these or not
or everyone but you is confuzzled
yeah am kinda not using the right pronouns for the scips hhhhhhhhh
- SCP-XXXX (Salieri) still feels guilty about SCP-xxxx's (Mozart) death in the first few months
- SCP-XXXX is under s t r e s s before Dr. Fox was able to find more proof that SCP-XXXX was innocent
- When SCP-xxxx was unmuzzled, many regretted that decision because he was so annoying (and someone threw a shoe at his face)
- SCP-XXXX ceased breaching containment after an incident
- SCP-xxxx kept breaching containment after hearing that SCP-XXXX is contained in the same site
- For some reason, it makes sense for SCP-xxxx to be afraid of injection needles (I don't know why and I hate it)
- Dr. Fox Roth-Dayrit is looking for ways to disprove further that SCP-XXXX did not kill SCP-xxxx and is also looking for a why SCP-xxxx died
- SCP-XXXX and SCP-xxxx had a bit of a rivalry back then, but they were still acquaintances
- SCP-XXXX had a night of confused screaming, SCP-xxxx on the other hand had a night of confused laying on the ground
- At some point, one of Dr. Fox's assistant researchers will hold up a mirror at the scips
- The therapy sessions and the interviews will help them learn more about each other(???)
- Getting the skips hear recordings of their works and see if they remember shit
I need fucking help
am too broke to call a damn therapist
- Annoying staff who treats even more annoying skip terribly vs researcher done with their coworkers' bs but is patient with skip (also very much cares for their well-being I guess?)
- staff members that think the skips are cute vs staff members that think the skips are a pain in the ass
- staff members that think the skips are talented af vs staff members that are like "boooo! they suck!"
- staff that are annoyed by their presence vs staff that are okay(?) with their presence
hahahah research stuff
Go sue me (they're not MOR stuff, I had to literally search while on a vpn)
- Antonio Salieri is born on August 18, 1750 and died on May 7, 1825
- His parents were Antonio Salieri Sr. and Anna Maria Scacchi
- He was the 8th eldest among the 11-12 kiddos (Damn, that's a lot of sibs)
- He was born in Legnago
- He was buried in the Vienna Central Cemetery
- His cause of death was dementia
- He did not fucking kill Mozart
- His damn music isn't bad tbh
- Yo, there's a fucking collab he did with Mozart and some other guy
- He taught peeps like Schubert, Liszt, Beethoven, Mozart's literal kid (Franz Xaver) and that guy who finished Lacrimosa (Sussmayr)
- Eva Maria Theresia "Therese" von Helferstorfer was his wife (who died two years later after her son died in her 50s)
- Salieri had only one son (who died when he was 23) and seven(?) daughters
- Salieri apparently had terrible terrible anxiety and he had a sweet tooth (mood af)
- He made an opera where the lesson is "don't be fucking racist" and people didn't like it (smh he didn't deserve this)
- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart is born on January 27 1756 and died on December 5, 1791
- His parents were Leopold Mozart and Anna Maria Pertl
- He was the youngest among his seven sibs and was two of the surviving children (the other was Maria Anna "Nannerl")
- He was born in Salzburg
- He was buried in St. Marx Cemetery
- His cause of death is u n k n o w n
- No, he was not fucking poisoned
- Constanze Weber (why do these two have long ass names, holy cheezit) was his wife
- Mozart had four sons and two daughters. Only his second oldest and his youngest sons survived through adulthood
- Mozart was a fucking catboy
- He had shit humour (pun intended)
- Apparently, he hated trumpets as a kid
Go hate me
Because of shit headcanons :')
- They'll be kinda based on the Mozart L'opéra Rock, but with long hair
- keyword: Kinda
- *Tosses bi sprinkles on SCP-XXXX and SCP-xxxx* There we go, time to get cancelled
- SCP-XXXX and SCP-xxxx are of course gonna be very emo (SCP-XXXX is emo2)
- SCP-XXXX and SCP-xxxx will be "close friends"
- They'll have daddy issues (why are they called daddy and mommy issues, wth?)
- They'll have some strong opinions on some of the media about them
On January 31st, 2018 at 22:53, our foundation was contacted by the staff of the Vienna Central Cemetery due to sightings of a humanoid creature wandering the burial grounds. The staff described it to have beastly ears, a tail and eyes that glow when shone with a flashlight. It tried to run away from the staff, but not out of the cemetery. Eventually, they had to stop chasing it and let it wander around. Still, it is up to us to retrieve and contain the object that was found in the Viennese cemetery. That’s what we do after all, secure, contain and protect.
February 1st, 2018 at 1:06, we arrived at Simmering, Vienna, Austria. We found the entity looking at the grave of Ludwig van Beethoven, seemingly distraught. I was the one who approached the artifact and it turned to me. It spoke Italian when I was there.
“Who are you? What do you want from me?” The entity asked.
“I’m here to bring you somewhere else,” I answered. “If you’re willing to cooperate, I would appreci—”
“Oh yes, please take me away.” It smiled. “I wish to not look at the graves of my students anymore.”
Well, that was surprisingly easy.
Upon retrieving SCP-XXXX into the facility, we decided to give a few enrichments into its cell, like a violin and a harpsichord. We also provided it with some paper and a pen, since the object would write music whenever it wants to. Whenever I enter the cell, there would be times SCP-XXXX would hand me a composition. I have yet to contact my superiors on how to deal with receiving an entity’s creative work.
We also discovered that SCP-XXXX is very prone to having anxiety and panic attacks. If the anti-anxiety medication provided for it doesn’t affect its anomalies, then we would schedule a routine on when to give the medication to SCP-XXXX. We wouldn’t want its anxiety to interfere with the examinations of the object.
Of course, I still have to ask questions for research purposes. That’s my job and I would not like to be demoted to D-Class, so I have to do it professionally, despite my personality.
The excerpt below is an interview I had with SCP-XXXX at 13:09 and is originally in Italian. The transcript of the interview has been translated into English by me:
Interviewer: Dr. Fox Roth-Dayrit
Interviewee: SCP-XXXX
Foreword: Interview was cut short due to SCP-XXXX having a panic attack. Medical personnel had to be contacted.
< Begin Log, 03/02/2018, 13:09 >
Dr. Roth-Dayrit enters SCP-XXXX’s cell with a pen and clipboard. The entity is playing the provided violin in its cell.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: Good afternoon, SCP-XXXX
SCP-XXXX stops playing
SCP-XXXX: Oh, good afternoon.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: I really like your violin playing
SCP-XXXX: Stop flattering me, I know how you see me.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: [chuckles] Anyway, I’ve been sent here to ask you some questions for research purposes, is that okay?
SCP-XXXX sits onto the stool in front of Dr. Roth-Dayrit
SCP-XXXX: That is fine by me.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: Okay, good.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit flips the pages of their clipboard
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: You say that you are the court composer, Antonio Salieri, is that correct?
SCP-XXXX: Yes, that is me.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: Aight, do you remember anything before your death?
SCP-XXXX: Hmmm, perhaps? I don’t recall much from my childhood, but I also don’t remember a lot of things from my old age.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: Ohhhhh. We’ll have to run tests on you more on the memory bit. I’ll make a note on that to my superiors.
Five seconds of silence
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: Um, do you remember anything when you found yourself in the cemetery?
SCP-XXXX: Unfortunately, I don’t. The only thing I can remember is being found by several people and being chased around before seeing the graves of Ludwig and Young Franz. Quite heartbreaking, I confess.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: Mhmm… What was—
SCP-XXXX begins to curl up on its seat, clutching its mouth while shaking and hyperventilating
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: SCP-XXXX? Are you okay?
SCP-XXXX shakes its head and massages its temples with its hands
SCP-XXXX: I— I’m gonna— I’m gonna die, I— I can’t— I’ll—
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: Oh shit, this is fucking bad.
< End Log, 03/02/2018, 13:32 >
Closing statement: Interview ended abruptly and medical personnel arrived immediately after Dr. Roth-Dayrit contacted them. SCP-XXXX’s panic attack was managed, but it left the entity feeling stressed after that.
Quite unfortunate that I was unable to ask more questions to the contained specimen, especially about its relationship to another composer. We still need some further investigation about SCP-XXXX and run some cognitive tests on it.
Fricc another tidbit
I keep having fragments *cri*
“You tried to breach containment again, SCP-XXXX?” Dr. Fox looked at the restrained object specimen as it hesitantly nodded. “And you grabbed a gun from one of the security personnel and aimed it at yourself?” Fox crouched down to SCP-XXXX’s level as it looked away from them, tears forming in its eyes.
“Antonio, listen to me,” They grabbed a handkerchief from the inner pocket of their coat and wiped its tears, “I know you are still distressed about Mozart’s death even if it has been hundreds of years and that all this investigation on you is driving you mad, but I’m trying everything to find more proof that you really didn’t do it.”
“Will I be in trial?”
“No. Unless you want it to be. This is taking a toll on you, I know, but I promise, everything is coming to fruition. Just hang in there, Antonio.” SCP-XXXX slowly nodded and hums in agreement.
“Hey, look at me. You know if you keep breaching containment like this, this whole facility would be treating you more harshly than normal. Are you aware of that?”
Five months after having found SCP-XXXX wandering aimlessly in the Vienna Central Cemetery, we have been contacted due to another case in another cemetery, this time, it’s the St. Marx Cemetery, again, in Austria. This is already peculiar, finding a dead composer miraculously alive, but as a catboy. Mx. Orsua told me that they would lose their mind if another case like this happens for a third time. Fortunately, we already know what to do thanks to the previous incident.
When we arrived in Landstrasse, Vienna on July 10th, 2018 at 23:29 to retrieve the artifact, we didn’t enter the cemetery as we had already seen it trying to climb it’s way out. Unfortunately, it saw us and decided to jump off, but it got their jacket caught on the gate, causing it to make loud vocalizations, alarming anyone nearby. Unlike SCP-XXXX, it was uncooperative and would injure us with their claws. I was thankful for having Ms. Kennedy and Mr. Gomez to prepare us in case something like this happens. We were able to safely subdue it via a clothespin on the back of its neck. It might’ve been luck that we didn’t end up having to chase it around Vienna and exhaust ourselves until sunrise.
When we brought SCP-xxxx to the facility, we had to separate it from SCP-XXXX at first, for it was extremely restless and it would even yell profanity at us angrily in various languages. It was a delightful morning of having an entity curse at you aimlessly for no reason. The object still had to be restrained due to the risk of our staff being injured, we even added a muzzle to prevent it from biting, though we were able to contain it.
Two days later after SCP-xxxx calmed down a bit, our staff thought it would be nice to add a harpsichord in its cell as enrichment. We couldn’t give it a violin yet as you need hands to play said instrument. When I was asked to enter SCP-xxxx’s cell for an interview, I spotted it playing the harpsichord with its nose.
The excerpt of the brief interview I did with SCP-xxxx at 8:47, is originally in German. I translated the transcript that you are seeing into English:
Interviewer: Dr. Fox Roth-Dayrit
Interviewee: SCP-xxxx
Foreword: SCP-xxxx was restrained to prevent the staff from being injured. It was being cooperative unlike the previous days.
< Begin Log, 12/07/18 8:47 >
Dr. Roth Dayrit enters SCP-xxxx’s cell, holding a pen and clipboard, while it plays the harpsichord with its nose, making a simple tune.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: Good morning, SCP-xxxx.
SCP-xxxx stops playing the harpsichord and proceeds to growl and glare at Dr. Roth-Dayrit with its tail thrashing from side to side.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: I was sent here to interview you today for research purposes. You will have to answer my questions with a yes or a no, if that is alright with you.
SCP-xxxx willingly faces Dr. Roth-Dayrit in its seat and its expression changes from anger to neutral. It raises its head a little, attempting to show and point at the muzzle.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: We will remove that once we decide that you won’t pose any danger to us, the staff.
SCP-xxxx slouches and whines as Dr. Roth-Dayrit looks at their notes on the clipboard.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: You claim to be the composer, Wolfgang Mozart, correct?
SCP-xxxx nods.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: Okay. Do you remember anything before your death?
SCP-xxxx furrows its eyebrows and looks around the cell. It nods and shrugs at the same time.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: I see. We’ll ask that at a future time. Do you recall anything when you found yourself in the cemetery in Vienna?
Everything becomes silent as SCP-xxxx looks around the cell, visibly having difficulty recalling any event.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: Take your time.
SCP-xxxx simply gives Dr. Roth-Dayrit a distraught expression and groans while shaking its head. Dr. Roth-Dayrit looks at their clipboard and scribbles some notes.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: So it is just like SCP-XXXX.
SCP-xxxx tilts its head and raises its eyebrow, making a sound of question.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: You wanna know who SCP-XXXX is?
SCP-xxxx nods. Dr. Roth-Dayrit begins to flip the pages of the papers of their clipboard.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: I was told you might ask me that.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit shows a photo of SCP-XXXX to the specimen. It’s eyes widen and its tail starts to twitch. It attempts to say the entity’s name despite the muzzle preventing it to do so.
SCP-xxxx, muffled: Salieri! Salieri! Antonio Salieri!
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: You know this guy?
SCP-xxxx nods in excitement, its leg begins to bounce and its tail starts quivering
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: Alright, that’s all for today. I’ll ask you about SCP-XXXX the next time we meet. I’ll have to ask about you to the specimen later. We’ll have to decide on what to do to the both of you after some more research. Well then, see you soon, SCP-xxxx
< End Log, 12/07/18 9:21 >
Closing statement: SCP-xxxx continued to play a different tune on the harpsichord with its nose.
I became more curious after the interview. If SCP-XXXX and SCP-xxxx are indeed the composers who they claim that they are, then I would like to learn more.
lol another tidbit
Shade, write tales, not tidbits
███████████ groaned with his hands on his head as the endless meowing went on and on. The other staff are already complaining, some covering their ears.
“This has been going on for hours!” He yelled. He begins to stand up and march toward the source of the endless meowing.
He arrived at SCP-xxxx’s cell and took off his shoe before opening the enclosure. “Hey you! Shut the fuck up!” Shouted the guard before throwing the shoe at the entity, causing it to let out a high-pitched yowl.
wtf another tidbit
yea
“Ugh! What’s taking so fucking long?” SCP-xxxx complained, “They’re taking forever! It’s not like days ago!”
“Quit yapping!” Barked the guard, “You’re not getting any food if you keep being so fucking annoying!”
“How ‘bout stop being a fucking ass?” Argued SCP-xxxx
The guard gave the restrained object entity a glower as it snarled and made a low growl. “Oh you— You’re not the one in charge here, so shut up!”
“How about you shut up?” It answered.
The guard decided, “That’s it you’re not getting any food you fucking brat.”
SCP-xxxx curses at her, “Fuck you!” The guard raises her middle finger at it and SCP-xxxx sticks its tongue out at the guard before she walks away and slams the door.
Help, I can't stop making tidbits
Stop this endless torment TwT
“What… What’s that?” The entity’s face darkens at the sight of the syringe.
“Oh, this?” Said fox, “This is an injection syringe. Usually used in the medical field”
“Oh, okay…” It stammered. “Why… Why is there… A thing on… On the end?”
“To pierce the skin. It’s called a hypodermic needle.” They answered.
“What for?” SCP-xxxx started curling its tail and backing away as they approached.
“It depends. Right now, we are going to take a blood sample from you for some testing.”
“A… A blood… A blood sample…” Its face was turning pale and its body started to tremble. “I—”
“Unfortunately, we don’t have another way, SCP-xxxx. Cooperate and don’t resist. This won’t hurt that much, it will be over soon.”
“No, no.” The security began to restrain the struggling entity. “Please no, I don’t want the— Please stop! Stop! Stop!"
Another fucking tidbit
When will I write a tale that makes sense?
It has been three weeks since SCP-xxxx has been contained, and it already became the talk of the entire site. Dr. Fox already felt sorry for their assigned artifact whenever they heard their coworker complain about it. They could say that the entity is just like them, but they thought to not say it. They empathized with their colleagues, but they’re still done with their bullshit.
They entered SCP-xxxx’s cell to check on the restrained object entity, who is trying desperately to entertain itself in its enclosure.
“Good morning, SCP-xxxx,” greeted Dr. Fox.
SCP-xxxx asked the researcher, “What’s going on with everyone, why are they in a bad mood?”
Dr. Fox rolls their eyes and sighed. “It’s because you’re so utterly annoying,” they answered. “Since day one, you’re a fucking pain in the ass, SCP-xxxx.”
“Aw, for real?”
“Listen, you may be a celebrity because of your music, but that doesn’t mean they’ll treat annoying little shits nicely.” A wry smile stretched across the researcher’s face. “They’re not gonna treat you like an emperor here. They’ll treat you as an annoying little shit, because you are one.”
“Oh.” SCP-xxxx said in a low tone. Dr. Fox scribbled on their clipboard and left the entity to their cell. Already after they left and the cell was locked up, they have placed their palm on their face.
“Ay, Susmaryosep,” sighed Dr. Fox before proceeding to another cell.
Meanwhile, SCP-XXXX was looking out the window when they heard Dr. Fox entering their cell.
“Good morning, SCP-XXXX.”
“Good morning, Dr. Fox. How is Mozart?” Asked SCP-XXXX, scratching its ear.
“Treated poorly by the rest of the staff,” They answered. SCP-XXXX started wincing at the researcher’s response in an instant.
“Oh… Oh no…” It covered its mouth while voicing its concern. “I knew it, poor Wolfgang!”
“Yeah, I kinda feel bad as well,” Dr. Fox sighed.
It’s an August night that we finally had the go signal of moving the still restrained, but unmuzzled skip. We still had to make sure we won’t be harmed by SCP-xxxx’s claws whenever it gets rambunctious, so it is still restrained during the transfer, but we are allowed to unrestrain the entity when we get it to SCP-XXXX’s cell. I was told the specimen was wandering restlessly in its cell, not wanting to wait moving to the other object’s cell. They said it was pacing and pouncing around, doing repetitive self-stimulating behaviours and would endlessly annoy the staff by excitedly talking about SCP-XXXX. The other skip was restless about SCP-xxxx’s transfer as well, as it began rearranging things in its cell, pacing, rolling on the floor and asking questions in anxiety, when in the previous week, I told about the possible transfer, it rolled its eyes and simply said: “Oh great, I am not going to die of boredom. Instead, I will die of utter annoyance”. We still have to run tests to make sure the medications that we will give to the object entities won’t affect their anomalies, or worse, neutralize them. Their symptoms need to be curbed to make them more manageable as an anomaly breaking down and having to put research to a halt just to call the paramedics can be tedious.
I got to the cell of SCP-xxxx and it paused zooming around to look at me, rushed towards me and started jumping in front of me. It would not stop smiling.
“Doc! Doc! Are we going? Are we going? Are we going?” The object repeated itself. I swear, this must’ve been a dog.
I sighed with my index and thumb massaging my forehead: “Yes, we are going.”
“Oh fuck! Yay!” I hate to admit that SCP-xxxx was adorable.
August 17, 2018 at exactly 21:30, we began to transfer SCP-xxxx to SCP-XXXX’s cell. I was having a headache accompanying the object entity and I bet even the security personnel that was with us were tired of the bothersome chatter about SCP-XXXX. We decided not to muzzle him despite the irritable blather, but there was useful info to include into research. I wrote down some of the key information that I gathered from it, which was fascinating. It made a request for a cake to be brought tomorrow for SCP-XXXX, which I allowed.
My assistant researcher is taking my place for another cognitive testing and interview for SCP-XXXX. We had to start the transfer much later and not inform the object entity about the transfer being today. I told the object specimen to be silent and curb its excitement once we enter the cell it will be in. It complied willingly and we are able to reduce its tattle.
Upon arrival at 23:13 the cognitive test has already been finished and the interview is almost done and the skip hides behind me. I watched my assistant and the skip conclude the interview and SCP-XXXX began to tilt on its seat to look over his shoulder. SCP-xxxx is hidden well—including the tail.
“Hello, SCP-XXXX,” I greeted.
“Doctor?” It’s eyes are focused at me.
“I have a little something for you.” I moved out of the way to reveal SCP-xxxx. Its pupils dilated and it quivered its tail.
“Mozart?” SCP-XXXX stood up from its seat and stared at SCP-xxxx.
“Salieri…” It blinked for a moment as the cell became silent before it turned to me. “Can I get out of these now?”
“Oh, right.” We unrestrained the object entity and without any hesitation, threw itself onto SCP-XXXX, prompting it to grunt upon catching it. The entities giggled endlessly and kept hugging each other for several minutes before we left the cells to let them rest.
heehoo another tidbit
end this torment I wanna finish something ;-;
Dr. Fox enters the cell, wearing a face mask on their face and a pair of gloves on their hands and greets the contained entities as usual. Already, SCP-xxxx’s ears are folded down and it’s trembling.
“Are you ready for another blood test, SCP-xxxx?” They asked. SCP-xxxx whimpers and hides behind SCP-XXXX.
“Wolfgang, what’s—” SCP-XXXX looks at SCP-xxxx, already its tail puffing up while looking at the trembling entity with worry.
Dr. Fox takes out a syringe and SCP-xxxx’s grip on its companion entity’s clothing gets tighter.
“Antonio, please save me,” it sputtered.
“SCP-xxxx, it is not that bad. Please cooperate or I will have to call security again to restrain you.” Dr. Fox says calmly and the entity begins sobbing.
This is just a tidbit
Let me simmer down and continue to stew up the rest of the thing, pls wait
“Dr. Fox, I have a question.” SCP-xxxx paused playing the violin. “Where is Dylan and Ambrose?”
SCP-XXXX’s play on the harpsichord slowed down and said, “Oh yeah, I haven’t seen them today. Where are they?” I knew the entities would end up looking for them.
I placed my palm on my face and sighed. “They had a day off to go on a date,” I responded.
“Wait, guys can date guys now?” SCP-xxxx perked up its ears and raised its tone.
“Yes, and girls can go out with girls.”
“God, Miss ███████ and her girl would’ve loved living in this day and age!” SCP-xxxx started making little excited hops.
“Hopefully in the future, it gets better though. There's places where they'll kill you because you're being your true self. I mean, there’s also still some places where you can’t marry a guy if you’re a guy, like my home country for example. There’s not much protection for people like me there, so I moved here.”
“God, that’s sad.” SCP-XXXX stopped playing the harpsichord. “Leaving the place where you lived, loved and called home, just to pursue what your heart desires. That seems too familiar.”
“Men can marry men here in Europe now, yes?” SCP-xxxx started to purr.
“Most places, yes.” It went silent for a few seconds before the entity opened its mouth.
“Can I marry Salieri?” It smiled and there was no hesitation in SCP-xxxx’s question. SCP-XXXX immediately turned to its companion entity, blushing red.
“Wait, what—”
Interview originally in a mix of French, German and Italian, painstakingly translated by Dr. Fox Roth-Dayrit at 23:00 while sleep deprived:
Interviewer: Dr. Fox Roth-Dayrit
Interviewee: SCP-xxxx, SCP-XXXX
Foreword: The interview is about SCP-xxxx’s family. SCP-XXXX had some contributions due to a family member being one of the object entity’s students
< Begin Log, 25/08/18, 9:17 >
Dr. Roth-Dayrit enters SCP-XXXX and SCP-xxxx’s cell, bringing a new plush toy to replace the destroyed one. The artifacts stop playing the harpsichord and immediately sit in front of the researcher as they placed the new toy on the table.
SCP-XXXX and SCP-xxxx: Good morning, Dr. Fox
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: Good morning. I’m here to ask questions about your family, SCP-xxxx. Is that okay?
SCP-xxxx: Wasn’t that what I talked about with Dr. Elias about a week ago?
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: That’s different. I’m going to ask you anything that you remember about your family.
SCP-xxxx: Oh, okay. Sure!
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: Good.
SCP-XXXX: I will join this interview as well. I might have something to share about Wolfgang’s family. I am not sure if it will be relevant.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: Alright, go on.
SCP-xxxx: [shrugging] Just ask away.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit looks at their clipboard.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: We are well aware that your parents are Anna Maria and Leopold Mozart, correct?
SCP-xxxx tenses at the mention of Leopold Mozart
SCP-xxxx: Um… [five seconds of silence] Yes.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: SCP-xxxx, are you okay?
SCP-xxxx: Yep. I’m fine. [anxious laughter]
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: Damn, that sounds like trauma. Anyway, do you remember any siblings?
SCP-xxxx: The only one I can remember is Nannerl, who was better than me. Fuck, I think she deserves the fame more than me.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: Well, none of her work survived to this day—
SCP-xxxx: What? Noooooo! Not even a single page or a measure?
SCP-XXXX: Mozart, calm down—
SCP-xxxx: Not even this tune? [goes to the harpsichord and plays a short tune] Not even that? This is the worst!
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: SCP-xxxx, the interview.
SCP-xxxx: Right. Anyway, there were some other siblings, probably before us, but I don’t hear Father nor Mom talk about them, I don’t know why. I heard Nannerl mention about two siblings that died, but that’s all.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: I see. Any children that you remember?
SCP-xxxx: Oh? Children? Hm, I think there was Raimund, Karl, Johann, Theresia, Maria. That’s all. Karl Thomas was probably the only son I had that survived.
SCP-XXXX: Mozart, you have another kid.
Few seconds of silence
SCP-xxxx: What? I did?
SCP-XXXX: Franz Xaver Wolfgang. Your wife sent him to me to be one of my students. God damn it, don’t cry you—
SCP-xxxx: I had another son and you were his teacher? Antonio!
SCP-XXXX: Mozart—!
SCP-xxxx hugs SCP-XXXX and kisses it on the cheek, prompting the object entity to push its accompaniment. SCP-XXXX hisses and turns away, with its tail wagging while SCP-xxxx remains on the floor, sticking out its tongue.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: Good lord. SCP-XXXX, you were the music teacher of SCP-xxxx’s child, correct?
SCP-XXXX: Oh yes. He was a very good pupil, scared that his work would be compared with his father’s. I’d say he’s more talented than what he thinks. Also did ask me a lot of what Wolfgang was like when he was alive.
SCP-xxxx: [sits up] What’d you tell him?
SCP-XXXX: It’s not important.
SCP-xxxx: Aw come on!
SCP-XXXX: I heard that Mozart’s sons didn't marry nor have any children from the gossips that I was told, so [shrugs]
SCP-xxxx: Damn. Understandable, I suppose.
Dr. Roth-Dayrit: Well, that’s all for today—
SCP-XXXX: Wait, before you leave we—
SCP-xxxx: We made a new composition together!
SCP-XXXX: —made some new music together! Yes, exactly!
< End Log, 25/08/18, 12:08 >
Closing statement: Dr. Fox Roth-Dayrit stayed to listen to the new composition the two object artifacts made. Eventually, the composed collaboration piece was surrendered for study.
This is a tidbit
I don't know if I'm gonna continue writing this one, it hurt my f e e l s like a bitch
SCP-XXXX combs SCP-xxxx’s hair with its fingers and starts braiding its hair while it hums a tune. It pauses composing while the other entity is still braiding its hair.
“Wolfie, don’t move so much,” SCP-XXXX grumbles softly before undoing the braid and starting over.
“Sorry,” SCP-xxxx murmurs. “Hey, Toni?”
“What is it?”
“Crazy how it’s been three years since we got here.”
“Hm, yeah.”
SCP-xxxx hums a bit before asking, “Do you miss Therese?”
“I do. A lot, actually.” SCP-XXXX continues to braid the blond locks of hair. “How about you, do you miss Constanze?”
“I still miss Stanzi a lot, actually. Much, much more after hearing that she made a biography of me and made a lot of memorial concerts dedicated to some of my music.” It sighs and looks at some of the climbing platforms. “I owe her everything and I can’t stop feeling guilty about what I’ve done two hundred years ago.” SCP-XXXX finishes the braid with a hair tie that it requested from the staff. The other entity glances at its companion. “I wish I could go back and do better, for you and Constanze. If only I can ask for some forgiveness from her, that would be great.”
“I don’t think this prison doesn’t have a time machine to do that,” says SCP-XXXX, shifting from the bed to sitting next to SCP-xxxx. “Even if they did, I’m sure they’ll deny our request of doing that.”
“I know,” SCP-xxxx laments resting its head on the other’s shoulder, “But at least, by cruel fate, I got you. I’m sorry, Antonio.”
“I’m sorry too.”
Ayyyy another tidbit lmao
I'll probs finish this, idk
“Dylan? Ambrose?” Dr. Fox called their assistant researchers with crossed arms before they entered the cell.
The researchers looked at their superior and asked, “What is it Doc Fox?”
“I am going to grab something in the office for SCP-XXXX and SCP-xxxx. You’ll go in there and check on them,”They instructed. “You two may ask questions or interact with them, as long as you don’t fuck up anything. You know, what that’s like, isn’t it?” The young men looked at each other before turning to Fox and nodding.
“Good,” Said the researcher before they began to walk away. “I will be back.”
The junior researchers entered the containment cell with the two object entities discussing and composing on the table. They paused and turned to the researchers.
“Is it another examination or interview?” SCP-XXXX questioned the less experienced staff members.
“No, it’s something else,” answered Dylan. “Dr. Fox said they will return with something for you two.”
The musical object entity perked its black ears. “Will they bring candy?”
“They did mention that,” Ambrose commented while twirling his hair, “but I’m sure they have something other than candy, so we’ll just wait and see.”
“Oh, alright.” The room became silent for a while with the assistant researchers watching the object entities compose. Ambrose started drawing the two specimens on their desks and Dylan just glanced at both the drawing and the object entities. Dylan, with hesitation, looked over the two humanoid artifacts and tried to read the notes on the work in progress music sheet but he could barely make any tune in his head. He only read the upper staff of the music sheet and yet his brows still furrowed. He jolted a little when he heard a ‘mrrow’ and just noticed the musical feline entities.
“Looking at something?” SCP-xxxx asked.
Dylan stammered, “Nope! Was just… Struggling.”
“Let me guess,” SCP-XXXX mewls, “Struggling to read the notes?”
“Uh… Yes? I— I mean— Ummm… It’s been a long time since I’ve read sheet music. The last time I did, I was 15. So yeah.”
“Oh! You were a musician?” SCP-xxxx asks with a bright smile. “Want a refresher on reading notes? Or have us teach you?”
“Oh Mozzy, not now.” Dylan waves his hands with an awkward smile on his blushing red face. “I would love to get back on music, but I have no time.”
“Oh, I understand! Let us know if you’d like to.”
Ambrose didn’t look up from his paper and asked the two artifact entities, “Something I’ve been wondering about for how many weeks— Have you ever wondered what it’s like to kiss a guy?” Dylan’s eyes bulged out of their sockets upon hearing Ambrose.
“Have I wondered what it’s like to kiss a guy…” Scritching the side of its face, SCP-xxxx’s eyes began to wander before a sheepish smile slowly stretched across its face. The flustered red SCP-XXXX averted his gaze from its colleague, with its tail curling up into its body. Dylan’s face started to drop and Ambrose stopped drawing, his face pale upon seeing SCP-xxxx’s reactions.
“I think I know what it’s like,” SCP-xxxx said with its face starting to turn red as well.
“Oh my fucking god, Ambrose!” Dylan gasped as the entity began to laugh. “You fucking didn’t—”
Based on
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Recently, SCP-xxxx’s hair is most often tied up in a braid by SCP-XXXX and when asked about it, the object entity simply chuckles, as if it were hiding something. We still have to put them under surveillance after the containment breach incident where we found them rummaging for food and chasing after rats around the site and incidentally we have found out why.
The transcript of this surveillance recording at 10:33 on September 14, 2020 is originally in a mix of mostly Italian, French, German and a little bit of English, which I have translated a majority into English:
[[div class="blockquote"]]
VIDEO LOG
DATE: 14/09/2020
NOTE: Surveillance of SCP-XXXX and SCP-xxxx
[BEGIN LOG]
SCP-xxxx is composing on one of the climbing platforms instead of on the desk
SCP-XXXX: Wolfie! Come down here!
SCP-xxxx: Yes?
SCP-XXXX: I wanna do a little something
SCP-xxxx begins climbing down the platforms as SCP-XXXX sits on the bed
SCP-XXXX: Just sit on the floor, right in front of me
SCP-xxxx: [sitting down] Why?
SCP-XXXX: Just because
SCP-xxxx: Alright.
SCP-XXXX begins to comb SCP-xxxx’s hair with its fingers before starting to braid it
SCP-xxxx: Let me guess, you’re braiding my hair
SCP-XXXX: I could be
SCP-xxxx: Oh. Did you always braid Therese’s hair?
SCP-XXXX: Perhaps. Maybe before I married her.
SCP-xxxx: [chuckles] Antonio, you really don’t need to braid my hair. It’s kind of unnecessary
SCP-XXXX leans to look at SCP-xxxx
SCP-XXXX: What? Wolfgang, it makes you look pretty!
Ten seconds of silence
SCP-xxxx: What did you say?
SCP-XXXX: I said, it makes you look less shitty
[END LOG]
Goodness gracious, I don’t know what to say after that video log. I might get another headache if I have to re-watch it.