Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Researcher Esther Aronson
Foreword: After being interrogated by Weber, SCP-XXXX agreed to be escorted to an interrogation room in Site-220 for an interview. Aronson was thoroughly briefed by Researcher Hadley on SCP-XXXX's capabilities and was instructed to terminate the interview if any signs of dishonesty or untruthfulness are exhibited by the subject.
<Begin Log>
Aronson: Good afternoon, XXXX. My name is Esther Aronson, and I was assigned to conduct an interview with you. Admittedly, you were the one to ask for this interview first…
SCP-XXXX: Yeah! Good afternoon to you too, and thank you kindly for letting me talk. It's good since… I traveled coast-to-coast for this. Also, Esther's a fine name, I must say. Do I need a lawyer for this?
Aronson: No, you don't need a lawyer. But if your comfort is your issue, we can adjust your containment procedures based on how you'll explain yourself.
SCP-XXXX: Sounds fun. Ask away.
Aronson silently reviews her notes.
Aronson: I would like it if you explained what you know of your origins.
SCP-XXXX: Straightforward! I like that in a woman.
Aronson: …Kindly stay on-topic.
SCP-XXXX: I was just about to answer you. You don't need to put me in such a rush, do you? As in, there’s no time limit for this interview? Because I could go on and on.
Aronson: Alright, then. Go into as much detail.
SCP-XXXX: Yeah, sure.
Aronson: As is necessary.
SCP-XXXX: I get you! I'm not dumb. You know, I would've actually let you ask me any questions… if you hadn't treated me as some dumb animal. Either that, or a compulsive liar who can't take being truthful. I consistently believe in a very few particular things, but if someone trusts me, I'll trust them right back. But no, you "Foundation" folks like freakshows, don'tcha? You like building zoos for you labcoat-wearing tots to watch and point at with your greasy, slobber-slathered fingers.
Aronson: E-excuse me… "Labcot-wearing tots"? Are you implying that you are older than you… than you appear?
Aronson adjusts her seat and looks at SCP-XXXX regularly. SCP-XXXX leans backwards and crosses its legs.
SCP-XXXX: Aren't you a smart one? At least you are worth the label of a natural philosopher, given that you respect the "natural" in "natural philosopher."
Aronson: Natural?
SCP-XXXX: Ah, ah. Lots of things in the world are natural. You humans are natural. Your capacity to think is natural. And with thinking comes fear, which is also natural. The things humans can fear are largely natural, like most o' the shit that goes on in the sea. Even… even the stranger scary things, yep? I've seen people absolutely scared shitless by snakes, and even their own freaking children. But kiddos and slithery reptiles come from a specific place, madame. We can identify their origin. But it's still… it's still possible to be frightened of your own damn offspring, yeah? Not to mention, snakes. It's natural to fear dying from a snake bite.
Aronson: Where are you going with this?
SCP-XXXX: Where I'm going with this, Esther?
SCP-XXXX stretches its arms.
SCP-XXXX: …I just wanted to say that I'm natural, too. You can call me an "anomaly" all you want, but I'm still natural. Maybe not in the physical world you all walk around in, but surely the collective human subconscious.
Aronson nods and takes notes before replying.
Aronson: So, XXXX, you are saying that you are some sort of dream entity, or perhaps… perhaps something of cultural basis?
SCP-XXXX: Right! I am a something of cultural basis. By the way, do you natural philosophers forget about layman's talk? It's feeling stuffy. Good thing your brain works, Esther. I don't have to fill in every single motherfucking blank. I'm feeling proud of you.
Aronson: Thank you…?
SCP-XXXX: You're welcome, lady. "I managed to impress an anomaly that keeps getting out of its cage." Get a medal with that engraved on it and wear it to work for the rest of your Foundation career!
Aronson: I'm not sure if the other personnel would take that as a serious award, XXXX. Not to mention, wouldn't it be such a low standard for people, to commend them for understanding your words?
SCP-XXXX: My standards have slipped down a slope, I concur. But take pride in yourself, Esther. I haven't praised anyone in time. The Foundation as a whole—I could praise them, and mock them the same way. Their animosity towards myself, I could see that as an insult, but I'd rather put it behind as a silly little trifle. An amusing shitfest.
Aronson: I can't exactly say it's… animosity… It is standard procedure for anomalies, sir. To contain them, and study them until an understanding is reached. Even if you say you're a "cultural something," and it abides by a certain line of logic, you do not follow a human consensus of the world.
SCP-XXXX: So you rationalize. But all that finding logic thing… it's not enough to obtain knowledge, Esther, you understand me? What did your Foundation think they'd get from cooping me up in a room manned by machines?
Aronson takes out a handkerchief and coughs into it.
Aronson: We believed that, if it came to it, the knowledge you provided could further our—
SCP-XXXX slams the table with the palm of its hand.
SCP-XXXX: Your curiosity is valid. But you can't keep something like me locked in a cage. I mean, sure, I kept you bitches on your toes, didn't I? But there's a reason I kept trying to leave. I kept "breaching," like you natural philosophers would word it. I had my own ideas, my own motives.
Aronson: …Then, what was that motive?
SCP-XXXX: The world needs me. You fuckers need me even more.
Aronson: I'm not sure if you're coming clear, XXXX.
SCP-XXXX: Esther, I want you to be like your namesake. I want you to think this little question of mine out—when was the last time the Foundation accomplished anything with pure brute force?
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Dr. Aronson forcibly concluded the interview and forwarded the information to higher command. After the interview, SCP-XXXX voluntarily remained in a standard humanoid containment chamber until an update was given.