Interviewed: Private Eugene Sanders - Member of MTF-DeltaVi9 “Rabbit Hole”
Interviewer: Dr. Alex Chambers (Site-██ Doctor of psychology)
Foreword: Mobile task force DeltaVi9 - Rabbit Hole was a team specialized in hunting down reality benders. The team consisted of four members. Its team leader lieutenant Dale Jordan. Specialist sergeant Emilio Sanchez, specialist private Doyle Rogers and private Eugene Sanders. The team was send to investigate an anomaly in Bergisch-Gladbach, Germany. Private Sanders report was insufficient to understand the situation and a follow up was needed to clarify the details. Since Pvt. Sanders was in shock after the loss of his team, Dr. Alex Chambers, a psychotherapist was called in to help Pvt. Sanders provide further details.
<Begin Log, 19:30>
Dr. Chambers: Good evening Private Sanders. My name is Alex Chambers - but please, call me Alex. Can you please state your name and rank for the record?
Pvt. Sanders: Yes sir! I mean, yes, My name is Eugene Sanders - call sign Scratch. I’ve been with the foundation for seven years and am part of mobile task force DeltaVi9 Rabbit Hole.
Dr. Chambers: Thank you Eugene. I understand that this began when you were on the flight back from your last mission. You were informed by your team leader, Mr. Dale Jordan, that your team was called to handle an emergency nearby. Is this correct ?
Pvt. Sanders: Yes, Dale told us that we needed to suit up and prepare to be briefed on the way.
Dr. Chambers: According to the reports, your earlier mission was fairly rough. How did you feel about going into another one right after that?
Pvt. Sanders: It was just business as usual. Sure, I was looking forward to some downtime. But you never know when you’re called to investigate something or to help contain a breach. I mean, breaches are rare but we’ve handled a couple of them before.
Dr. Chambers: Do you think that previous mission had an impact on your team? Were you perhaps exhausted? Tired?
Pvt. Sanders: We weren’t happy to be called in again. But we’re MTF, we’re used to it. Nobody on the team was anything less than fully prepared.
[Sanders seemed slightly angered by my suggestion. But after the initial flare of anger he went quiet and stayed silent for several minutes.]
Dr. Chambers: Your report states that after the area was quarantined, your team entered the building. You secured the upper floors and proceeded to the basement. Please describe to me exactly what happened next.
Pvt. Sanders: As we moved past the basement entrance we lost Sanchez…
[At this point he stopped talking. His body language became avoidant and he broke eye contact. He didn’t want to go on]
Dr. Chambers: Eugene? Please, We need to know exactly what you experienced as you went in. its important that you describe, in detail, what you saw and felt. Help us understand what happened to you.
Pvt. Sanders: Yes… I’m sorry. We entered the basement. Dale and I took point with Sanchez as the rear guard. We were about to secure the first room as Sanchez asked about some puddle.
[He broke off again and stayed silent for a long moment. I was about to nudge him to continue as he started speaking again]
Pvt. Sanders: We turned around and he was gone. Just gone.
Dr. Chambers: Can you explain? What happened to him?
Pvt. Sanders: I don’t know! He just disappeared! He was radio silent.
We checked the corridor we came in from but there was nothing. And when we called command, they told us that he hadn’t come out the building either.
So we figured he must’ve gone into a side room. We didn’t think he would, because that’s the kind of amateur mistake we just don’t make. But where else could he be?
So we started to search the area.
Dr. Chambers: What was with the puddle he mentioned?
Pvt. Sanders: There was no god damn puddle! And no Sanchez either. This was when Rogers mentioned seeing something move in the next room.
[Sanders went silent again and started absentmindedly digging his fingers into his arm]
Dr. Chambers: What happened then?
Pvt. Sanders: I turned around to see what Rogers meant and he walked into the wall.
Dr. Chambers: Walked into the wall ? Please clarify? Was there an opening?
Pvt. Sanders: No, he- he just walked straight into the wall and disappeared. I called out to him, but he didn’t respond. Dale lost his cool, called command and asked for an immediate retreat.
[Sanders breathing became erratic as he started to hyperventilate. He started scratching at his arms to the point of drawing blood. Due to this, I paused the interview and offered him a cup of tea. While the tea was brewing I bandaged his arm. We resumed the interview roughly 10 minutes later after he had calmed down again]
Dr. Chambers: Command authorized your retreat, why didn’t you withdraw then and there?
Pvt. Sanders: We tried. But when we attempted to trace back our route out, it was like the layout had changed. Walls where doors were and vice versa. That’s when we started thinking that it had to be a spatial anomaly. We were discussing how to proceed and get out, and that’s when we heard Rogers voice coming from around the corner.
Dr. Chambers: Are you sure that this was Rogers?
Pvt. Sanders: Yes, definitely. I mean, his voice was a bit distorted. It almost sounded as if he was speaking through containment glass. But I’ve known him for years. We’re friends, I’m sure it was him.
Dr. Chambers: I understand. What did he say to you?
[Sanders is quiet again for a moment, seemingly to gather his thoughts and recollect what he heard]
Pvt. Sanders: He said something about being in a dark place. That he had found an object coming out of the floor and that he could use to open a passage. It was hard to follow him since his voice broke off mid sentence several times. The last thing we heard was about the opening closing again. Dale ordered us to start moving towards the voice, but to do so very cautiously to avoid getting caught in another spatial anomaly.
[At this point he began to scratch at his bandages, clearly getting more agitated as we went on. At the same time, he seemed to finally open up more and kept talking through the events without further prompting]
Pvt. Sanders: Since his voice cut off, we couldn’t find him. But while we were searching where we thought it had come from, we heard another voice.
There was someone still alive down there. A janitor. We found him in the laundry room.
He had heard us and called for help. Apparently he had been holed up in there for a while. Too scared to leave after seeing his colleagues disappear into walls or falling into the floor.
He was so relieved to see us.
Dale interviewed him for a while, asking for details about the disappearances and about the basement layout.
Pvt. Sanders: Then Dale told him to lead us to the exit, but he refused to leave the room unless we could guarantee it was safe. While arguing and trying to convince him to follow us, a door suddenly appeared on the back wall.
We thought it was just another trick at first, but the Janitor confirmed that the door was supposed to be there.
Not knowing what else to do we decided to gather more information and investigate the door from this side, without going through of course. But as we approached it, we suddenly fell.
[From here on out he was beginning to stammer and grasp at words. It became increasingly difficult for him to communicate what he experienced. He would often state that words he used were only approximate, but never truly accurate reflections of what he saw and felt]
Pvt. Sanders: I just don’t know what happened. It was like all of a sudden, there was a hole beneath us. The laundry room wasn’t exactly brightly lit, but in an instant, it became unbelievably dark. And then we hit the floor. Only, this floor was, wrong. It was sticky, moist, and almost felt like it was moving.
The only light source was our helmet flashlights and the fluorescent SCP insignia’s of our uniform. Even with that, we could barely see each other, let alone our surroundings.
[Sanders kept muttering under his breath, repeating the same incoherent half-words over and over. His breathing once again became irregular and I offered him a light sedative to help him relax. He refused the sedative, but we took another break of perhaps 15 minutes while he collected himself]
Pvt. Sanders: We tried to find the opening we fell into, but there was nothing above us that we could make out. It was like a thick fog was hanging in the air all around us, making it difficult to breathe and see.
Next we tried our radios, but we couldn’t get any signal. We were able to reach each others radio, but since we practically had to scream at each other to be heard, it didn't help us much. There was this noise, all around us. Like a hissing static. Quiet, but piercing and persistent somehow. Even though it didn’t feel that loud. we could barely hear each other.
Eventually we started moving, trying to find, something. Anything. We tied a rope to one another, and I kept my hand on his shoulder just in case. I don’t know how long it took, but after what felt like forever, Dale stopped moving.
When I looked over his shoulder, there was something rising up from the floor. I thought back on what we heard from Rogers voice. Dale used hand signals to tell me to wait and watch out as he started to carefully investigate the thing.
After some time, I saw an opening beginning to form somewhere in front of us. I couldn’t really judge the distance. Dale once again signaled me and motioned me to go towards it.
I don't know how far or how long I walked, but it felt like a couple minutes. As I got close to the opening, it began to close, then stopped and opened again. Dale told me over the radio that he thought it would only stay open so long as he remained where he was.
He instructed me to get out so I could try to hold it open from the other side. So I walked toward and through it.
And as I exited the opening, I nearly broke my legs.
I had come out of the ceiling above the staircase and fell down some meters and a couple stairs before I caught myself.
But I knew where I was again. This was the staircase next to the basement entrance.
Then I heard Dale’s voice, distorted like Rogers was before. He shouted to hold the door open and that he was going to make a run for it.
I looked up and saw it. High above me, a slimy, wet and moldy growth on the ceiling, with a glowing, pulsating kind of portal in it’s center. Slowly closing before my eyes.
I tried to call out to Dale, telling him to wait, but all I could do was watch the portal close.
Then the rope we had tied to each other was cut and my end of it fell down next to me.
Some time later I finally noticed command shouting from my radio, asking my status and telling me to respond.
I checked in and began to crawl up the stairs to the outside.
[Our session ended here. The site containment teams report states that they found Pvt. Sanders exiting the building on a sprained ankle.]
<End Log, [21:00]>
Closing Statement: I agree with and recommend to approve Pvt. Sanders request to receive a class C amnesic agent as well as his request to be reassigned to site-76 security.