Included are SCP-XXXX test logs and relevant Journal entries by Dr. Spencer prior to his disappearance.
Test 1
Test Subject: D-6496 and one camera
Foreword: Has a slowly deteriorating mental state. Was a farmer before he was sent to prison. Would often refer to a location he called "the fields".
Location: The elevator arrived in Illinois, in an area commonly used for cornfields.
Dr. Spencer: Hey the camera feed is pretty bad, what's going on?
D-6496: I-I'm home. Haha, I'm home! The grass, the sunlight beating down on my skin, I haven't felt this good in years. Thank you, thank you so much.
S: You're welcome 6496 but you aren't there to relax and have fun. Tell me what your surroundings look like.
6496: I'm in a field, it looks like a farm, I can see some animals in the distance.
S: Okay that would make sense, the GPS I attached to the elevator says you are somewhere in Illinois and there is lots of farmland located there.
S: It's going to be about time to come back soon, why don't you relax and get some fresh air. Your cooperation at the foundation earned it.
[D-6496 spent the next 15 minutes reading in the sunlight]
Results: D-6496 seemed to be in a lot better state than he was when he left. He showed much gratitude to personnel for the inclusion of him in the testing of SCP-XXXX.
Dr. Spencer's Diary
Day 2036
It's been a long time here working at the foundation. My body aches, the screams of horrors behind your wildest dreams play 24/7. The smell of blood and piss keep me up at godawful hours. My living corridors make me feel like an animal, like a D-class. I miss home, some days I catch myself smelling the delicious pumpkin pie my mother used to make. I don't know if it's hallucinations due to lack of sleep or an SCP messing with me. After my wife's passing, I really felt like I was better off as a nobody, gone, like dust in a breeze. It seemed as if my prayers were answered when I was recruited for the foundation, boy was I wrong. The first couple of months were all right, hug a blob here, feed a monster there, y'know, basic stuff but it got repetitive. When you realize that as far as the world is concerned, you never existed, all hope gets thrown out the window. You can never enjoy the outside world again, at least not the same as before. I would have to get my memory wiped to leave. I'd have to grieve for Samantha again, I couldn't do that. All we do here is kill humans, sometimes they haven't done anything to deserve it. The stuff I've seen, there's no erasing that, even if I forget about it happening the disgust and fear will always be glued to my conscious. I'm sick of it. I want to use this new SCP I got assigned to, SCP-XXXX, to get the hell out of here.
Test 2
Test Subject: D-7586
Foreword: Always talked about the 1969 Moon landing. D-7586's Father was an engineer for NASA.
Location: The elevator's GPS location was listed as, "unknown".
Dr. Spencer: Hey 7586 you there? I can't track you.
[Despite contact being tried multiple times it was unsuccessful]
Results: D-7586 appeared to have died of asphyxiation, presumably from being subjected to outer space.
Dr. Spencer's Diary
Day 2037
I know I should be used to it by now, the death, the rotting flesh of a corpse. After five years of overseeing decomposing humans, you think I would be used to it by now. I don't think I ever will, I refuse to believe any human could. Just seeing the empty shell of an organism that had millions of neurons firing just a couple of minutes ago really cuts deep. They had their own memories, families who loved them, favorite TV shows, friends. In a split second, it can all be gone, life is fragile and you need to cherish it. Which is why I want to get out of here, I'm a prisoner with rights. I'm not living, I'm surviving. I don't know where I most desire to go, just somewhere far away from here. I need to do more research on this anomaly and myself, so I won't end up a shell of who I once was.
Test 3
Test Subject: D-4576
Foreword: D-4576 once had a significant interest in surfing. She lived on a beach prior to becoming D-Class. She has been cooperative thus far.
Location: The elevator arrived at Kauai Beach.
Dr. Spencer: I'm told you're at a beach is that correct?
D-4576: Ya got that right doc! Too bad this tether isn't any longer I could get in the water.
S: Yeah well we can't have you escaping on us now would we?
4576: Why am I in here anyway? The foundation that is?
S: Well…There could be many different reasons, I'm not too sure, you'd have to pull up your file at O-5 Council.
4576: Ah, well I suppose I just gotta deal with don't I?
S: Yeah, one day at a time
Results: D-4576 was covered in sand and even brought back some shells from the beach. Of course, those items had to be confiscated in case of anomalous properties present.
Dr. Spencer's Diary
Day 2038
I think I'm ready, at least ready as I'll ever be. My bags are packed with anything I might need, extra oxygen, family pictures, two pills of SCP-500, etc. Yes, I said two pills, why? I'm taking D-4576 along with me. She doesn't deserve to be here, she was kidnapped, a case of wrong place wrong time. I looked through her file, Rio de Janeiro, a big city perfect for taking a couple of hundred civilians with not much more than a missing poster, just another drop in the bucket. She also reminds me so much of Sam, her beautiful tan skin, luscious hair down to her mid-chest, skin soft as a wool blanket. If it weren't for the fact I saw Sam's lifeless corpse in front of me that day I might even think 4576, Angelica, was in fact Sam here with me, another speck on the ever-expanding list of missing persons. Goodbye you cruel nasty place, you won't be missed.
Test 4 [UNAUTHORIZED]
Test Subject: Dr. Spencer
Foreword: I am done! Fuck the Foundation. I'm leaving this place before I get killed by some lizard that speaks!
Location: Jubgᘿᓰᘺᖽᐸᕼஜ۩۞۩ஜ𝑒Ⓘʷ𝔨ｈஜ۩۞۩ஜ
Results:
After 10/21/2019, Dr. R. Spencer level four personnel, and D-4576-R(ouge) level one personnel, are considered a high priority for capture and containment. Any information on their whereabouts will be met with a large reward.
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