Per 
Special Containment Procedures
The Moonlight Shores Motel is to be monitored by guards and CCTV at all times. Any routes that lead to the Moonlight Shores Motel shall be closed off or re-routed away from the building.
All business and travel websites with listings for the Moonlight Shores Motel are to be monitored by Foundation-operated web analysis bot Gamma-09 ("BATESMOTEL") to remove any reviews that are related to Moonlight Shores.
Picture of SCP-XXXX's second floor
Description
SCP-XXXX is an elevator with a wooden interior (2.8m long, 2.8m wide, and 2.1m high) behind the Motel; Moonlight Shores. SCP-XXXX lacks important parts a typical elevator possesses.
These include:
- Emergency buttons
- Key switch controls
- Floor indicators
- An elevator capacity sign
- A hall lantern
SCP-XXXX's cab contains five selection buttons and an unlabeled black button.1 When one of the numbered buttons is pressed, it takes the person to a floor that appears to be an ordinary hallway with a total of ten (10) rooms.2
What are in those ten (10) rooms are still yet unknown and are awaiting testing.
Discovery
In ██████ Nebraska, 2010, SCP-XXXX was discovered by Adrian Luhardt Welles, the owner-manager of Moonlight Shores. It is believed that he is the only person that has encountered SCP-XXXX's anomaly. The Foundation has flagged him after reporting to the police. See Interview Log - 11/21/10.
Addendum XXXX-1:
After multiple attempts to open the doors, the usage of SCP-005 (The Skeleton Key) was authorized.
Addendum XXXX-2
To prevent losing SCP-005 during explorations. Keyholders were installed.
Date: 11/23/10
interviewee: Adrian Luhardt Welles
Interviewer: Dr. Richards
Foreword: Mr. Ludhardt enters the interview room with Dr. Richards.
<Begin Log>
Dr. Richards: You can sit right there, Mr. Ludhardt.
Mr. Ludhardt: Ok.
[Mr. Ludhardt sits in chair]
[Dr. Richards sits in chair]
Dr. Richards: Don't worry, Mr. Ludhardt. I'm only going to ask a few questions, and you'll be on your way.
Mr. Ludhardt: Well, I'm a busy man, you know? So, uh… let's make this quick. [chuckles]
Dr. Richards: [chortles] I don't doubt that, Mr. Ludhardt. [mumbles] Do not doubt that at all.
[silence]
Dr. Richards: [clears throat] Again, you're only here to ask a few questions, so to get started. May you please describe the events that led you to find the elevator?
Mr. Ludhardt: Yeah, I, uh, [coughs] was talking to one of my residents, and to be honest, the guy I was talking to was a real asshole, so I faked a phone call to go outside and take a smoke break. [sniff]
[Mr. Ludhardt begins quietly tapping the table with his index finger]
Mr. Ludhardt: So when I got outside, I went to the back of the motel, pulled out a cig, and, uh… I just started smokin'. While I was doing that, I saw the elevator. [coughing]
Dr. Richards: Are you all right, Mr. Ludhardt? Do you need any water?
Mr. Ludhardt: No, I'm— I’m good. It's just my lungs from all the smoking. It's a pain in the ass, but, uh… it’s the only thing that gets me through most days. Calms the nerves and whatnot.
Dr. Richards: Oh, I'm— I’m sorry to hear that. If you need anything, let me know, Mr. Ludhardt.
Mr. Ludhardt: You don't need to call me Luhardt. Never really liked that name. You can just, um… you can just call me Adrian.
Dr. Richards: [chuckles] Understood. [adjusts chair] I must ask, Adrian. Do you always go to the back of the Motel to smoke?
Mr. Ludhardt: Yeah, it's my favorite place to go when I need to relax.
Dr. Richards: Forgive me, but I'm a little— Well, I’m just confused about what you said. Since you always go there, why haven't you noticed the elevator before?
Mr. Ludhardt: Um, [clears throat] well, It was never there when I took breaks. It was just there this time.
Dr. Richards: So you're telling me that it teleported into your building?
[Mr. Ludhardt stops tapping the table]
Mr. Ludhardt: Look, man. [coughs] I don't know how it got there, all right? I go to the back all the time, but I've never seen that damn thing in my life until earlier ago. Can we just leave it at that?
Dr. Richards: Adrian, I'm— I'm not trying to anger you. I just want to know so my colleagues can write it down.
Mr. Ludhardt: Oh… sorry about that. —I'm just kind of stressed, you know?
Dr. Richards: I-I understand. Let's just move on.
Mr. Ludhardt: [sighs] Sure, let's— Let's do that.
Dr. Richards: Ok, second question. [checks paper] What did you do after seeing the elevator?
Mr. Ludhardt: Well, um, curiosity got the better of me, and I just went inside. It was a pretty nice elevator, [coughs] though.
Dr. Richards: Did you tell anyone else about this elevator? Like, your employees?
Mr. Ludhardt: Nope, didn't tell anybody about it. Not even my employee, Sheila, and she's nosy as hell.
Dr. Richards: Good…. [clears throat] Ok, third question. When you arrived on the— Which floor was you on again…?
Mr. Ludhardt: The second floor.
Dr. Richards: Yes, of course. Thank you, Adrian… When you arrived on the second floor, what did you see?
Mr. Ludhardt: Well, I saw a narrow hallway. I can't remember how many rooms there were, but I think it was between 8 to 14. The place was slightly dim, and it had, uh… a musty smell to it? Yeah, it had a musty smell. There were also those candle-lamp thingies on the roof. What do you call them?
Dr. Richards: Chandeliers?
Mr. Ludhardt: Yeah, those things! But anyway, that's pretty much it.
Dr. Richards: Ok. Thank you. [checks paper] What did you do when you saw the rooms?
Mr. Ludhardt: I tried to open one of them, but it was locked. Me being a stupid guy, I tried to use my management key to open it. Thinking I— I could get in that way, but it didn't work, obviously. It needed one of those old-timey keys to get in, guessing from how the lock looked.
Dr. Richards: What did you do next?
Mr. Ludhardt: As a last attempt, I looked through the door's keyhole, and I, uh… saw something.
Dr. Richards: What did you see?
Mr. Ludhardt: I, um… shit…
Dr. Richards: Take your time, Adrian.
Mr. Ludhardt: I-I saw a room covered in human flesh. [coughs] Every object that was in there had flesh. The bed covers, the table, the floor; Everything. It was some Ed Gein type shit, you know? The place reeked of terrible smells, and the walls were covered with eyeballs moving in every direction. There was a variety of them too. Big ones, small ones, deformed ones, et cetera.
Dr. Richards: Hmm… well, I'm— I'm sorry you had to experience that. That must have been a pretty traumatizing sight for you to see.
Mr. Ludhardt: Yeah, man. I was just… I was just shocked, you know? I haven't seen anything like that in person before. I only see most of that shit in, like, murder stories on tv or something. [mumbles] Yeah… something like that.
Dr. Richards: Mm-hmm, right. What did you do next? Did you immediately contact the police?
Mr. Ludhardt: Nope. Like I said, I was shocked, horrified. I-I just stood there, looking through the keyhole, staring at the eyes.
Dr. Richards: You just kept staring at them?
Mr. Ludhardt: Yeah, but then I noticed that one of the eyeballs was looking at me. After that, all of them were looking at me.
Dr. Richards: Really?
Mr. Ludhardt: Yep. All of them. Few seconds later, their pupils started shaking violently, and I heard distant screams in the room. It sounded like… like a woman was screaming? The screams kept getting louder until It was so loud that I thought it was 1 foot away from me. I quickly backed away from the door, and I heard a loud thud behind it.
Dr. Richards: I'm guessing this is the part where you got spooked and called the police?
Mr. Ludhardt: You're Goddamn right! [laughs] I was not gonna deal with that today. [coughs]
Dr. Richards: [chortles] Logical choice.
Mr. Ludhardt: [chuckles] Yep…
[silence]
Dr. Richards: Well, that's— That’s all the questions. I think we're done here. Thank you for your time, Mr. Lu— Adrian.
Mr. Ludhardt: [chuckles] My pleasure, man. I guess I’ll be on my way. And, sorry for snappin’ at you for that one question earlier ago. That was, um… that was my bad.
[Mr. Ludhardt stands up]
Dr. Richards: Adrian, wait a second.
Mr. Ludhardt: Ye-yeah?
Dr. Richards: Would you mind telling us which room this was? If you can't remember, that's all right.
Mr. Ludhardt: Actually, I do. It was, um… room, uh, 17. Yeah, Room 17. That's it!
Dr. Richards: Perfect! Again, we can't thank you enough for your co-operation today. You can leave now. Agent Ross will kindly escort your way out of here.
Mr. Ludhardt: Nice, It was a pleasure talking to you.
Dr. Richards: And to you! - Goodbye, Adrian.
<End Log>
Test XXXX-A - 11/24/10
Subjects: SCP-XXXX
Procedure: D-94753 and D-87657 were instructed to put specific objects inside SCP-XXXX to see if there is a weight limit. These objects included:
5 100kg dumbbells
Five (5) 10-gallon buckets full of sand
Two (2) 10-gallon buckets full of gravel
Ten (10) cinderblocks
When D-94753 and D-87657 were done, they were then told to enter the elevator and go to the fifth floor.
Results: D-94753 and D-87657 safely got to the fifth floor without any interruptions and exited the SCP-XXXX.
Analysis: After Test-XXXX-A, we have concluded that SCP-XXXX has no weight limit.
Test XXXX-B - 11/24/10
Subject: SCP-XXXX
Procedure: D-94753 and D-87657 were instructed to attach a 10 mm rope to a pole and attach the other half into SCP-XXXX's cab to see which direction the cord goes. When complete, D-87657 was ordered to enter SCP-XXXX and select a floor.
Results: D-94753 has seen no increase or decrease in the rope's height after D-87657 selected a floor. When the doors open, the rope was cut in half and caught on fire. D-87657 was questioned if he felt any movement inside SCP-XXXX. D-87657 said no and stated that the only thing he felt and heard was the rope snapping when the doors closed.
Analysis: SCP-XXXX has the ability to teleport, which explains why SCP-XXXX was able to lift the objects in Test-XXXX-A.
Test XXXX-C - 11/25/10
Subject: SCP-XXXX
Procedure: A GPS tracker was installed by D-94753 inside SCP-XXXX's cab to locate where SCP-XXXX goes when teleporting to its floors.
Results: SCP-XXXX teleports to different places. These places are:
First floor: SCP-XXXX teleports to the east coast of Australia.
(Latitude: -24.651303952674958 and Longitude: 152.15832520470033)
Second floor: SCP-XXXX teleports to Southern Africa.
(Latitude: -33.28656814414804 and Longitude: 21.15821932270176)
Third floor: SCP-XXXX teleports to a remote forest in Northern Brazil.
(Latitude: -6.8704232106089504 and Longitude: -56.98740790675962)
Fourth floor: SCP-XXXX teleports to the North Pacific Ocean.
(Latitude: 45.78332781612784 and Longitude: -159.1919064542745)
Fifth floor: The GPS trackers say, "SIGNAL LOST" when D-94753 reaches the fifth floor.
D-94753 was equipped with a head-mounted camera and was tasked to explore SCP-XXXX's first floor.
<Begin Log>
[D-94753 arrives on the first floor.]
D-94753: Damn, there is a lotta doors here. Do I have to open them all?
Dr. Wickes: Unfortunately, no. We need SCP-005 to return to its containment area soon, so only open a few.
D-94753: Just a few? Ok, so… how much is a few, though? Like, three, four. Five?
Dr. Wickes: I do not know; How many rooms we will be testing today is decided by Dr. Ermant. When he gives us the order to stop, we'll stop. Understood?
D-94753: Got it. So am I just choosing doors randomly or…?
Dr. Wickes: Yes, but it's best if you start with the first one.
D-94753: Cool, but let's not start with an odd number. I heard that gives you bad luck.
Dr. Wickes: [sighs] Very well.
[D-94753 walks to room 02 and unlocks it]
[D-94753 puts SCP-005 on the key holder and enters the room]
D-94753: [mumbles] Damn.
Dr. Wickes: What do you see?
D-94753: Nothing. I-I can't see shit in here, but there’s a TV in the corner.
Dr. Wickes: Please go to the TV.
D-94753: yessir.
[D-94753 walks around Room 02]
D-94753: I can barely see shit in here. Where the hell is the light switch? —Next time, put a flashlight on this fucking thing. Jesus Christ.
Dr. Wickes: Try not to fall. We don't want you damaging our equipment.
D-94753: Wow, thanks, man. I appreciate your concern…
[few seconds past]
D-94753: Ok, I'm at the TV. What now?
Dr. Wickes: Try to turn it on.
D-94753: Can't see shit, but I'll try.
[D-94753 touches the TV]
D-94753: Dude, I don't… yeah, there ain't no power button. I’m checkin' the front, back, the sides, and I still ca—
[as soon as D-94753 finishes his sentence, the TV turns on]
The TV in Room 02
D-94753: Oh, shit! Nice, it's on.
Dr. Wickes: Can you tell me what's being shown on the TV?
D-94753: It ain't showin' nothin'. It's just static.
[few seconds past]
[the TV goes out of static and displays a tutorial video of how to make an origami butterfly]
D-94753: Um… the hell is this?
Dr. Wickes: I do not know. Please keep watching.
[D-94753 continues to watch the tutorial until a woman says the following, "These are easy to make, but be careful! Try not to get cut!" The woman says the last sentence, repeatedly until the TV turns to static, and then immediately turns itself off]
D-94753: Wh-What the hell was that?
Dr. Wickes: Again, I do not know, but I think we've seen enough. Please exit the room.
D-94753: Gladly.
[D-94753 exits out of room 02 and grabs SCP-005]
D-94753: Weird…
[D-94753 stares at SCP-XXXX]
Dr. Wickes: Is there something wrong, D-94753?
D-94753: Not really. It's just… were the elevator doors always close when I went out? Like, did someone—? Did someone call it or something?
Dr. Wickes: It was probably one of the Agents that called it; it's nothing to worry about. Please select a door, D-94753.
D-94753: Um… ok.
[D-94753 walks over to room 04]
D-94753: I, um… I'm choosing this one, I guess.
[D-94753 unlocks the door to room 04 and places SCP-005 on the door]
D-94753: Oh, fuck me.
Dr. Wickes: What do you see?
D-94753: Th-The entire room is filled with butterflies.
One of the origami insects in Room 04 taken by D-94753.
Dr. Wickes: Interesting. Could you please enter the room?
D-94753: Bro, you serious? You expect me to go into a room filled with these things? Wh-What is wrong with you?
Dr. Wickes: There's nothing to fear, D-94753. Please enter the room.
D-94753: [mutters] Damn, man.
[D-94753 slowly starts stepping into room 04]
[silence]
D-94753: Wait a sec… yo, these aren't— These aren't real butterflies. They're made out of paper.
[D-94753 begins to let out a big sigh of relief]
D-94753: Oh, thank God.
Dr. Wickes: See? There's nothing to worry about. Now can you please describe what's inside?
D-94753: Shit, I mean… it's a small room. There's really nothin' to see here, except that the walls have a dirty yellow color; the carpet floor is brown, there're paper butterflies everywhere, and the roof has one of those long types of light bulbs. What do you call 'em again?
Dr. Wickes: Fluorescent tubes?
D-94753: Yeah, Those things. There're also holes in the walls, but don't make me put my arm inside one of them for God's sake…
Dr. Wickes: That won't be necessary, D-94753.
D-94753: Good.
[silence]
D-94753: Yeah, man, that's— That's pretty much it. Dunno what else to say. Sorry, I'm ain’t helpful enough.
Dr. Wickes: It's all right, D-94753. You're being extremely helpful right now, but I think we've seen enough in this room. Please exit Room 04.
D-94753: Wait. Before I leave, wasn't that TV lady talking about paper butterflies? I—
[D-94753 begins to look at one of the walls for a few seconds]
Dr. Wickes: Any reason why you stopped talking, D-94753?
D-94753: [Unresponsive]
Dr. Wickes: Are you all right, D-94753?
D-94753: I-I think I saw one of them move their wings.
[continues to look at one of the walls]
Dr. Wickes: D-94753, you have permission to leave the room. Please, l— [interrupted]
D-94753: There! It's movin' again. a few of 'em are movin' their wings too. Do you see that too, or am I just seeing shit…?
[D-94753 starts to get closer to the wall and then is swarmed by the origami insects]
D-94753: [Screams]
Dr. Wickes: D-94753, can you hear me?
D-94753: [yells] Get them off!
Dr. Wickes: [yells] Contact Agent Ace immediately!
[D-94753 starts to run towards the door and successfully escapes]
Dr. Wickes: D-94753, Can you hear me? Are you injured?
D-94753: I-I don't… I don’t feel too good.
[silence]
D-94753: I… shit.
[D-98567 loses Consciousness]
<End Log>
Instances of SCP-XXXX-04 in their dormant state.
D-94753 was found unconscious on the floor due to major blood loss. His entire body had multiple lacerations, and his clothes were torn. The equipment D-94753 was carrying was damaged, and the camera's lens had numerous scratches on it. D-94753 is now receiving medical treatment and is now being replaced by D-87657 to continue the expedition until he fully recovers.
Few of the origami butterflies (now referred to as SCP-XXXX-04) that were resting on D-94753's torso are now being contained at Site-██ for further research.
Update: Instances of SCP-XXXX-04 taken out of room 04 are kept in a 30cm x 15cm x 15cm glass box where they can be monitored and studied; After a day of SCP-XXXX-04 being in its dormant state. SCP-XXXX-04 became active and started flying around in their containment box. SCP-XXXX-04 began to scratch their containment box until they were barely visible. After a few minutes of SCP-XXXX-04 being in their active state, they immediately went back into their dormant state, mid-flight. One of the researchers was asked to try and pick up one of the origami insects. She began picking up one instance of SCP-XXXX-04 and was fine until she touched the edges of its left forewing and cut her index finger. She then placed SCP-XXXX-04 back into its containment box and said its wings are "sharper than shattered obsidian."
It is yet unknown if instances of SCP-XXXX-04 can reproduce, but when more of the origami insects were removed from Room 04 for testing. More instances of SCP-XXXX-04 came out of one of the holes on the walls and took their places 30 minutes later.
Update: SCP-XXXX-02 is a brandless TV, similar to RCA TVs in early 2000s. SCP-XXXX-02 was later moved to Site-██ and is to be kept in a dim-lit room to view SCP-XXXX-02's screen.
Multiple attempts to trigger SCP-XXXX-02's anomalous effects have failed, and testing is now temporaily paused until authorization is given.
D-87657 was equipped with a head-mounted camera and was tasked with exploring SCP-XXXX's second floor.
<Begin Log>
[D-87657 arrives on the first floor]
D-87657: Ok, I'm here, but I don't understand why I'm on the first floor. I thought I was supposed to be on the second?
Dr. Wickes: Do not worry, D-87657. You are only here for an experiment. Please go to room 02
D-87657: Sure.
[D-87657 walks towards room 02 and notices dry bloodstains near room 04]
D-87657: Um, Doc… why is there blood on the floor?
Dr. Wickes: It’s none of your concern. Please enter room 02.
D-87657: I— You know what? I don’t really care.
[D-87657 unlocks room 02]
[D-87657 enters the room]
D-87657: Jesus, It's dark.
Dr. Wickes: There's a TV in the left corner of the room. Go to it. We have installed a flashlight on your camera, so please use it.
D-87657: Sure
[D-87657 walks to the TV]
D-87657: Ok, what now?
Dr. Wickes: Just wait…
[few seconds past]
[the TV turns on]
D-87657: Oh, shit! that's cool! What is this, some type of magic act? [chuckles]
Dr. Wickes: No.
D-87657: Oh… Then what the hell is it then.
Dr. Wickes: Just keep watching the TV.
D-87657: Ok, sure.
[few seconds past]
[the TV goes out of static and presents a man running through a cornfield]
D-87657: Ok? What's so special about th— [interrupted]
Dr. Wickes: Please, keep watching.
[D-87657 continues to watch the man run for a few seconds]
D-87657: Jesus, sounds like me when I run. [chuckles] But seriously, though, any idea why this dude's running?
Dr. Wickes: I do not know. Please, keep watching.
[after a few seconds, the man looks behind him and yells the word, "shit," and begins panicking]
D-87657: Um…. he, um… he sounds like me…
[The TV slowly turns to static and gunshots and screams from the man are heard before the TV immediately turns itself off]
D-87657: What the hell?
Dr. Wickes: Thank you, D-87657. Your task here is done. Please exit the room and go to the second floor.
D-87657: Wait, what? You're— You’re not gonna explain what was happening with the TV and what all the other shit was?
Dr. Wickes: Unfortunately, I can’t explain, but it's nothing to worry about. It's just a little experiment. Exit the room, please.
D-87657: [sighs] Got it… [mutters] Don't even get a damn explanation. Un-fucking-believable.
[D-87657 walks out of Room 02 and enters the SCP-XXXX]
[D-87657 arrives on the second floor]
D-87657: Damn… Smells like a whole-ass ashtray in here. Let’s just hurry up and get this over with. So, what’re we doin’?
Dr. Wickes: To get started, choose any door you wish to open.
D-87657: Oh… ok, didn't think you'll be given me a choice, here. Alright, cool, Imma choose this one.
[D-87657 walks to Room 13]
D-87657: Yeah, this was definitely a good choice. This gotta be a special one since it has something on the door, Right?
NOTE: The door D-87657 saw had the words "Fools' Room" engraved on the top rail.
[D-87657 unlocks room 13 and puts SCP-005 on the key holder]
[D-87657 opens door]
D-87657: Yo, what the…?
Dr. Wickes: What do you see?
D-87657: It's a room full of fucking clown paintings.
Dr. Wickes: Interesting. Could you please enter Room 13, D-87657?
D-87657: Shit, I don't want to. But I guess I ain't got a choice.
[D-87657 enters the room 13]
[As soon as D-87657 entered the room, The clown oil paintings started to smile]
D-87657: Um, Doc… they're all smiling at me.
Dr. Wickes: They're clowns, D-87657. They're supposed to.
D-87657: No, that's— That’s the thing, though. They're all looking at me with creepy grins and shit. Like— Like this one.
[D-87657 walks to one of the oil paintings]
D-87657: I dunno, man. This shit's gettin' weird and— …and, uh…
[D-87657 remains silence]
Dr. Wickes: Any reason why you stopped talking, D-87657?
D-87657: [unresponsive]
Dr. Wickes: D-87657?
D-87657: The painting. It's trying to talk to me.
Dr. Wickes: What is it saying?
[D-87657 starts to look at one of the oil paintings in silence for a long period of time]
Dr. Wickes: Is it trying to tell you something?
D-87657: Yeah, but I can barely hear it. It's just whispering.
[silence]
D-87657: Ah, shit. Really…? Fuck.
[silence]
D-87657: Jesus…
[silence]
D-87657: I'm sorry, man, but there's really nothing I can do. I can't help you.
[silence]
[The oil painting begins to frown and cries uncontrollably]
[silence]
D-87657: I'm sorry, but it's true. Like, what the hell do you want me to do?
NOTE: It seems the oil painting tries to damage itself with its tears but fails.
Dr. Wickes: What did it say?
D-87657: It said that it needed help and was trapped inside the painting for so long. It wanted to be let out.
Dr. Wickes: Hmm. I see.
[D-87657 continues talking to the oil painting]
D-87657: Um… you mind telling me why you're a painting? How did you even turn into this, man? That's my question.
[silence]
D-87657: [to Dr. Wickes] It's not talking to me anymore. It’s just crying.
Dr. Wickes: Can you speak to the other paintings?
D-87657: Nope, the others are crying too. Creepy as hell.
Dr. Wickes: [mumbles] Interesting.
Dr. Wickes: Thank you, D-87657. You may now exit the room.
D-87657: Dude, when do we stop? This shit’s just gettin' weird.
[D-87657 exits room 13]
Dr. Wickes: Before you select another, please go to room 17.
D-87657: Ok. Why, though?
Dr. Wickes: I want to see if it’s true about what it contains.
D-87657: um… is it bad?
Dr. Wickes: No, it is not, but please do not panic after you see what's inside. [muffles mic] Hope he has a strong stomach. [chuckles]
D-87657: Ya makin' me nervous, man.
[D-87657 walks towards room 17]
D-87657: [mutters] fuck me…
[D-87657 unlocks the door and slowly opens Room 17]
D-87657: Hell, I don’t know. I'm gonna choose… the middle one.
[D-87657 walks towards room 17 and unlocks it]
[D-87657 opens the door]
D-87657: Holy shit!
Dr. Wickes: What do you see?
D-87657: I'm outside, I think.
[D-87657 walks into room 17]
D-87657: Holy shit, I am! I'm outside! I can't believe it!
Dr. Wickes: Please don't get any ideas, D-87657. If you attempt to leave, you'll be hunted down and will be terminated. Understood?
D-87657: Come one, doc, don't be like that. After everything, we've been through, I ain't gonna leave… well, I'm only gonna ditch y'all for a few minutes, then I'm gonna come back.
Dr. Wickes: D-87657, please…
D-87657: Chill, I'm just jokin’, man. Christ, no wonder why no one likes you.
Dr. Wickes: [sighs] Enough of your jokes. Look around, and see if you can find anything.
D-87657: [chuckles] Whatever.
[D-87657 walks around]
D-87657: There's a paper ball on the ground.
[D-87657 picks up the paper ball]
D-87657: Mm-mm-mm. Littering…
[D-87657 opens paper ball]
D-87657: Oh, shit, it's a note.
Dr. Wickes: Mind telling me what it says?
D-87657: I have a camera on my head, right? you can see it from here.
Dr. Wickes: Read it.
D-87657: [sighs] Jesus, man, why so demanding? Fuck…. Ok, it says, — since you can't read… —
"I let you guys stay here rent-free and let y'all make abominations for God knows what you use them for, and you want to fuck me over by making me one of them 'cause I made the mistake of letting one get out? That just downright pisses me off and you wanna know how I know this? I overheard you guys talking about what was gonna happen to me after the meeting. Do y'all realize how much shit I'm in right now? The police are on my ass about the missing people, and you wanna make it worse by screwing me for something I had no control over?
Kiss. My. Ass."
[D-87657 proceeds to crumple the note and throw it into the hallway]
D-87657: There, I read it. —Ok, what else?
Dr. Wickes: Thank you. —Do you see anything else.
D-87657: Nah, but there’s a house. It's very far away, though.
Dr. Wickes: Hmm. Please go to the house, D-87657.
D-87657: Really…? Damn, man, can we just call it a day?
Dr. Wickes: Go to the house. That’s an order. And besides, you need your daily exercise anyway.
D-87657: See? Good! If you keep joking like that, you're bound to get a few friends!
Dr. Wickes: That wasn’t a joke. —Get moving.
[after 11 minutes of walking, D-87657 reaches the abandoned house]
The abandoned house
D-87657: I'm— I'm here. Holy— Holy fuck, my feet are killing me!
Dr. Wickes: Thank you, D-87657. May you please go inside the house?
D-87657: What? You serious…? My man, You had me walk to this empty house for God knows how long while the Sun’s heat is hitting my fucking face. Give me a second to rest. Damn…!
Dr. Wickes: You can rest after you do what I ask. Go inside, please.
D-87657: [sighs] God damn it.
[D-87657 enters the house]
Dr. Wickes: Do you see anything?
D-87657: It’s an abandoned house. There isn’t really a lot of stuff to look at. Full of useless shit. —Can I rest now?
Dr. Wickes: Is the second floor accessible?
D-87657: Um… yeah, there's, uh… there's some stairs.
Dr. Wickes: Go to the second floor, please.
D-87657: [wipes sweat off face] Fine…
[while D-87657 was walking up the stairwell, he breaks one the of tread he stepped on]
D-87657: [yells] Ah, shit! Son of a bitch!
Dr. Wickes: Are you all right, D-87657?
D-87657: Shit. I’m— I’m good. My leg fell through the Goddamn step! [mutters] Old-ass house.
[D-87657 continues to go up the stairs and reached the second floor]
[D-87657 starts to look around]
Dr. Wickes: Do you see anything?
D-87657: Nope. Place’s hella empty. Again, It’s an abandoned house. Like, [chuckles] what do you expect to see? This is just a big waste of time. Can I, just, go back…?
Dr. Wickes: …So… nothing…?
D-87657: No, nothing. Nada.
Dr. Wickes: Well, in that case… I suppose you can come back and select another room. Thank you, D-87657. You can rest if you please. Getting back may be a little tiring.
D-87657: Way ahead o—
[muffled gunshot]
D-87657: Shit, you hear that?
Dr. Wickes: I did. Please go back down and investigate.
[D-87657 goes downstairs]
D-87657: Ain’t nothing here. Outside, maybe…?
[D-87657 exits the house]
D-87657: Jesus, I know it's an abandoned house, but who or what trashed this place? There're wood planks everywhere.
[D-87657 walks around the rear end of the house]
D-87657: Ay, It probably came from this little house thingy.
Dr. Wickes: “little house thingy?” That's a cellar, D-87657.
D-87657: [smacks lips] Man. Cellar, little house thingy, who the hell cares…? —I'm checkin’ it out.
[D-87657 enters the cellar and climbs down a ladder]
[D-87657 walks downstairs]
D-87657: Ooh… Jesus…! This dude off'd himself!
Note: D-87657 finds a man in a sitting position dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. The gun the man shot himself with was a 9mm Beretta 92 in poor condition.**
[D-87657 walks towards the body]
D-87657: [shakes head] Mm-mm-mm… not a great sight to see, but, um…. [sighs] I mean. You won’t need it, Right?
[D-87657 picks up the pistol and begins wiping the blood off with his jumpsuit]
D-87657: Sorry, buddy…
Dr. Wickes: Please put that down, D-87657. That's an order.
D-87657: You know what, doc? I think I've had enough with these orders and shit. —How ‘bout you shut the fuck up and stop telling me what to do, all right? [chortles] Damn, it feels good to be in control for once!
Dr. Wickes: [rubs face] Oh, dear God. [yells] D-87657, please think logically! You’re in the middle of nowhere with no food, no water, and has nowhere to go for shelter except for this house! If you put the gun down where it was and do what I ask, you will not be designated for termination!
D-87657: [scoffs] Termination? Really? You know what? Fuck you! I'm taking my chances out here. You and the other people that are in that room can kiss my ass! —I'm out.
[D-87657 starts looting the man's corpse and removes his equipment]
D-87657: [distant] There’s still bullets in here! Good shit!
Dr. Wickes: [yells] D-87657?
[D-87657 leaves the cellar and starts laughing hysterically]
Dr. Wickes: God damn it…! [distant] See, th— This is why we need to start putting bomb collar on these damn D-Class! This ridicu—!
[no further audio was recorded]
D-87657 designated for termination…
<End Log>
Agent Ace and Agent Rhegan from the security unit, hotel-06, were tasked with finding D-87657 and SCP-005. — When they arrived at Room 17, Agent Rhegan reported that SCP-005 was missing from the keyholder. It is presumed that when D-87657 saw what was inside Room 17, and secretly took SCP-005 and entered the room.
Fortunately, D-87657 did not lock Room 17 after entering, so retrieval of SCP-005 was possible. See Retrieval Log-005.
The following audio was recorded by Agent Ace (A-1) while he and Agent Rhegan (A-2) were searching for D-87657.
<Begin Log>
[14:48]
A-1: We've made it to the house, sir.
Dr. Wickes: Good. Agent Ace, please go inside the cellar and collect the equipment.
A-1: Yes, sir.
Dr. Wickes: And you, Agent Rhegan. Check for anything that will help us find D-87657.
A-2: Yes, sir.
[A-1 enters the cellar and sees the equipment]
A-1: Sir, I see the equipment, but there seems to be something under the man's leg.
[A-1 picks up the object from the man's leg and collects the equipment]
Dr. Wickes: Well… what is it?
A-1: It's a journal, sir. [flips through the journal's pages] Not a lot of stuff written in it, though.
Dr. Wickes: It doesn't matter. Good job, Agent Ace. Please leave the cellar.
A-1: Yes, sir.
[A-1 exits the cellar]
A-1: [yells] Agent Rhegan, did you find anything yet?
[silence]
A-2: [yells] Haven't found shit.
A-1: [mutters] Damn…! [to Dr. Wickes] There are no traces of D-87657. We'll expand the search, but I doubt we'd find anything.
Dr. Wickes: [sighs] all right. Please continue.
[15:01]
Dr. Wickes: Anything?
A-2: No, sir.
Dr. Wickes: Are you sure?
A-1: Yes, sir. —We, uh… we see a cornfield. There’s a chance he probably went thataway.
Dr. Wickes: Cornfield…? Cornfield, of course! —Please go there.
A-2: Roger that. [to A-1] Let's go.
[15:04]
[A-1 and A-2 reaches the cornfield]
A-1: We're here. —Waiting for your orders, sir.
Dr. Wickes: Good. Enter the cornfield.
A-2: Are you sure about this, sir? How do we know if he actually went through here?
Dr. Wickes: [sighs] It's quite hard to explain, but I'll try to elucidate. D-87657 saw someone running in a cornfield on a TV in one of the rooms. I presume that was D-87657 himself running from something, and it caught up with him from the screams he heard from the, said, TV. If you search the cornfield, you might find D-87657.
A-2: I get what you're sayin’, sir. But— But this doesn’t seem very logical. —There's no way in hell we're gonna find him in this giant field. We're gonna need a shit-load of luck to even find one of his shoes.
Dr. Wickes: Please, just, enter the cornfield, and search for him. Trust me.
A-2: [trills lips] Yes, sir.
A-1: Should we split up?
Dr. Wickes: Yes, and before you enter. D-87657 is carrying a weapon, so please be cautious.
A-2: [sighs] Got it. [to A-1] I got a bad feeling about this, man.
A-1: Jesus, Rhegan, relax. We're only splitting up…. Ok, how 'bout this… If you find the D, kill him — obviously —, and fire your rifle, so I can locate where you are, and I'll do the same, vice versa. Cool? Gonna be a cakewalk.
A-2: Yeah, yeah. Cool… good luck.
A-1: You too.
[15:10]
A-1: Holy shit! Holy—! Sir, I found the Class-D!
A-2: Really? Shit! Shoot your gun, and I'll get there as soon as possible!
A-1: Roger that!
[gunshots]
A-2: Nice, I hear you. You're not too far. I'm coming.
Dr. Wickes: Is he dead, Agent Ace?
A-1: Yes, sir. The target has already been neutralized. I don't know who killed him, but whoever did it messed him up. —Jesus, He’s barely even recognizable.
Dr. Wickes: Really? Can you elaborate?
A-1: Well, there are deep lacerations and bite marks all over his face and neck. Mauled to death by an animal, most likely.
Dr. Wickes: Hmm, well, keep your guard up, you two. This creature still might be around. Also, Agent Ace, have you searched D-87657 to see if he's carrying SCP-005?
A-1: Oh—! No, I haven't. I—Searching now…
Dr. Wickes: Thank you.
[A-1 searches D-87657's body]
A-1: [mutters] Son of a fucking bitch!
Dr. Wickes: Excuse me? What’s wrong?
A-1: I-I'm sorry, sir, but he doesn't have SCP-005 on him. Let's face it. He probably lost it while running. It could be anywhere by now.
Dr. Wickes: [mutters] damn…! [sighs] It's all right. Return to Moonlight Shores. If we get more people and the right equipment, there might still be a chance to find SCP-005.
A-1 Yes, sir. [yells] Agent Rhegan, are you near?
A-2: [yells] Yeah, I'm coming. Can't see shit through this field!
A-1 [mumbles] tell me about it. [chuckles]
[15:12]
A-2 Ok, I'm here.
A-1 Took you long enough. — Come on, we gotta get ba— [interrupted]
A-2 My God, you were right. That thing did mess him up. Jesus! His face looks like a piece of grilled steak.
A-1 [chortles] Right? The thing practically did our job for us! And he stinks too. He looks like h— [interrupted]
Dr. Wickes: Can you two please stop joking around, and get back to Moonlight Shores? You two do realize that this creature is possibly still around, and can and will try to kill you? We can't have any more deceased or injured agents when the situation could've been easily avoided. Understood?
A-1 Yes, sir. We got carried away, and we apologize for that. — We're returning to Moonlight Shores n— [interrupted]
A-2 Wait, wait, wait. Do you see that?
A-1 What? Where? The fuck you talking about?
A-2 That thing, right there!
[silence]
A-1 Oh, shit, You're right! The hell is that?
A-2: [mutters] ah, fuck!
Dr. Wickes: What is it?
A-1: Um, sir. I think something is watching us.
[rustling of grass]
A-1: Fuck, it's getting closer! [yells] Get back! [gunshot]
[growls are heard]
A-1: [yells] Get the hell out of here, you lanky bastard!
Dr. Wickes: What’s happening?
A-1: The thing ran away, but we’re not out of the clear, yet.
A-2: God damn it, Ace, should’ve shot it dead when you had the chance. It’s probably pissed now. — Don’t wanna end up like our friend down— [yells] lookout!
A-1: Oh, sh—! [screams]
[sounds of overlapping gunshots and growls are heard]
Dr. Wickes: What's happening? Agents?
A-2: Holy—! Jesus Christ!
Dr. Wickes: Agent Rhegan, listen to me. What's happening?
A-2: It-It just grabbed Ace! I-I-I gotta go after him!
[A-2 starts running after A-1]
[distant screams from A-1 are heard]
A-2: [yells] Keep screaming, man! That's the only way I know where the hell you are! — Can't see shit! Wh-Why is this—? Why is this thing so fast…?
[few seconds past]
A-2: He's not yelling anymore!
Dr. Wickes: Agent Ace, Please respond. Can you hear me?
A-1: [unresponsive]
A-2: [mutters] Shit.
[15:07]
[heavy breathing from A-2]
A-1: I found a body, sir. It's not— It's not Agent Ace, fortunately.
Dr. Wickes: D-87657?
A-1: No, sir. It's hard to tell due to the— …Due to the corpse's decomposition, but I think the person is— Well, was, female. — What should I do now?
Dr. Wickes: [sighs] …Give up.
A-1: Sir?
Dr. Wickes: Give up on rescuing Agent Ace and abandon him. Report back to Moonlight Shores immediately.
A-2: What are—? Excuse me…? Jesus Christ, do you hear yourself right now? I-I can't just leave him here!
Dr. Wickes: Listen, I— [sighs] …Do you want to die, Agent Rhegan?
A-2: No, but I can’t ju— [interrupted]
Dr. Wickes: But, If you just keep running around aimlessly like prey and let that monster tear you apart piece by piece, then it won't matter if you save him or not. Please understand that abandoning him is your best course of action right now. - Losing one man is better than losing two.
[silence]
Dr. Wickes: So… what is it going to be?
[silence]
A-2: [mutters] Ah, fuck me!
[silence]
A-2: [sighs] God—! Shit…! Fuck, I guess you're right. I'm coming back… I'm— I'm so sorry, Ace…
[15:14]
[heavy breathing from A-2]
A-2: I'm here. Should I wait here until you send the rest of my unit?
Dr. Wickes: Absolutely. Go inside the cellar, and wait until they arrive.
A-2: Got it.
[A-2 enters the cellar]
A-2: God, wh—? What the hell was that? It just— It just swept Ace off his feet and just took him!
Dr. Wickes: Try not to think about too much. — Your unit is coming right now.
[15:36]
A-2: What the hell is takin’ them so fucking long?
Dr. Wickes: They said they were having problems with SCP-XXXX. They're calling it, but it's not responding.
A-2: What? Are you fucking kidding me? Now? It never— It never had any problems getting to a fucking floor, but now it's stuck for some reason?
Dr. Wickes: We still don't know how SCP-XXXX works, unfortunately. - You may be here for quite a long time, so I would get comfortable for the time being.
A-2: Yeah, it's hot as shit in here, and this dude’s body smells like a fucking hockey locker room. - Yeah, I'm definitely gonna get comfor— [interrupted]
[A-1 regains consciousness]
A-1: [coughs] Je-Jesus…! Argh, my head, fuck…! — Wh-Where the hell…?
A-2: Thank God, you're alive!
Dr. Wickes: I see that you're alive and unharmed, Agent Ace. — Where are you at the moment?
A-1: Sir…? I-I don't know where I am. — There're so many bodies… Oh, god, where—? [groans] My head…!
Dr. Wickes: "Bodies?"
A-1: Dead animals, man. They're everywhere. on trees, on the ground, everywhere. — I-I gotta… I gotta get the fuck out of here. I see the field. I'm coming back.
A-2: Settle down, man, and wait for us. We won't be long.
A-1: Ok. Can't do anything with how I'm holding up right now. — The thing just snatched and ditched me here. I'm kinda hurt, like, pretty badly… shit, my weapons. They're gone. Just my frickin' day!
Dr. Wickes: Well, stay where you are and rest somewhere safe. We'll worry about where you are when— [interrupted]
A-1: Wait, wait, shut it, for a moment. I-I hear something moving…
[silence]
A-1: Oh, my—! God in Heaven, give me a fucking break, please!
A-2: Ace…?
[sounds of growls are heard]
A-1: C'mon, give me a bre—! [mutters] God, please, help me…! [inaudible muttering]
[screams from A-1 are heard]
A-2: Jesus!
Dr. Wickes: I, uh… erm…
[Dr. Wickes disables A-1 audio]
Dr. Wickes: I-I'm sorry you had to hear that. Just stay c—
A-2: Can you stop telling me that, for fuck sake? I ain't gonna "stay calm." — No disrespect, sir, but I just need some alone time, right now. - I need to think…
Dr. Wickes: …I understand.
[15:40]
A-2: Fuck it. I need some fresh air. I-I-I can’t with this smell.
[distant noises outside]
A-2: Wait, I hear something?
Dr. Wickes: Hmm…?
[sounds of growls are heard]
A-2: [whispers] Fuck, It's here! Tell them to hurry the hell up!
[no further audio was recorded]
After 14 minutes of trying to call SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX began working as usual and arrived at Moonlight Shores. Six (6) more members from Hotel-06 were sent to rescue Agent Rhegan. After entering Room 17, It was reported that a bipedal creature was seen near the door while holding SCP-005. The creature was later terminated after it attempted to attack one of the guards.
The creature (now referred to as SCP-XXXX-R17-1) is covered in black fur. When looking at the sides of SCP-XXXX-R17-1's skull, it possesses two (2) long protrusions, reminiscent of the extinct genus of lepospondyl amphibian, Diplocaulus copei Broili. SCP-XXXX-R17-1 is approximately 2.2 meters in height. Its left arm is 1 meter, and its right is 1.2 meters in length.
After X-raying and dissecting SCP-XXXX-R17-1's corpse, SCP-XXXX-R17-1 appears to show similarities towards human anatomy. These include hands, human feet, and a hyoid bone, yet it's unknown how and why it has this feature and its function.
When MTF operatives started to retrieve the bodies of both D-87657 and Agent Ace, it was reported that D-87657's body was found two (2) decimeters away from the cornfield, and Agent Ace's body was never to be recovered.
Note:
"Do we know how lucky we are to find SCP-005? That Class-D could've just went inside and locked the door, so we could never get to him. Did you guys not think about that, hmm? He could've talked about what we've been doing here to the "wrong people," and I think we all know who I'm talking about. Thank God that freak tore that bastard to shreds when it had the chance to, or else Dr. B████ would've been on all y'all’s asses.
We can't take these types of risks, so from now on, a guard is required to hold on to SCP-005. And to add to that. A guard shall also be stationed on a testing floor to prevent idiots like him from running off. You guys are lucky that I'm even letting these explorations continue after all this neglectful behavior…" - Dr. C███
Addendum XXXX-3:
A brown leather journal was being held by Agent Rhegan after the Incident inside room 17. The man who initially was carrying the journal committed suicide after he was finished writing it.
He documented the events that led him to commit suicide inside the cellar, transcribed and translated below verbatim.
I borrowed this journal from Jeremiah. Ok, I didn't borrow it. I stole it while he was doing chores this morning. I shouldn't steal, I know, but to be honest. He wasn't gonna use it anyway. It's been like a month or two, and he still hasn't used it. I think he was gonna use it as a dream journal or something like that, but he forgot about it, I guess. So I'm just gonna put his journal to good use, and use it to write about stuff.
So to start, my camp isn't doing so great right now. There's no medicine, and we barely have any food to survive. Elijah thought it was a good idea to drink from the pond nearby. The dude got really sick the next day, and to make it worse. Charles is missing today. He said he was gonna look for some food when he left, but he never came back. It's been hours since he left. Maybe I should probably stop worrying. I know Charles. Maybe something caught his eye, and he just started to screw around. He's known to get distracted easily, and… Who am I kidding? He's most likely dead. No one takes that long to find food. That stubborn bastard should've never went alone. We're down to 9 people now. We can't lose anymore.
I'm gonna stay positive like I always do, but I'm starting to have doubts. Like, how long are we gonna last? There were fifteen of us, and now there's ten. Three died from roamers and the other two left. I mean, I don't blame them for leaving. This place has become so gloomy ever since we lost most of our supplies after moving here. I'm hoping it gets better soon.
If not… Well, to be honest, I don’t really know what to say, except, God help us.
Note: For now, it's unknown what exactly are "roamers," but it is believed to be the name of SCP-XXXX-R17-1's species that was recovered from Incident XXXX-R17.
Kinda sad Charles is gone. He was the only one that kept this place enjoyable during bad times with his snarky humor. Sometimes he pisses me off, but that kinda what made him special. Now that he's gone, This place just ain't the same no more…
Ever since Henry let me be the leader of this place after he died, This place just went to shit. I don't really know why he let me take control. I'm not really fit for being a leader. Shit, I have a hard time deciding if I want to get up in the morning. If I have a hard time with that, how am I suppose to make decisions under stressful situations? He should've let Shelly take over. At least She's a tad bit more responsible than me… Ok, that was a lie. She's a lot more responsible than me.
I know I can easily pass my leadership over to someone else, but there's something in my mind that tells me not to do that. Maybe It's because I don't want to let Henry down or something. I'd feel like an asshole if I do, but it's probably for the best.
I don't know. Maybe he saw something in me? Don't really know why, though. I'm a really boring person, to be honest. He trusted me a lot too. So much that he gave me his favorite gun before he died. I still use it just to remember him. The gun itself ain't pretty, but it still works just fine.
I hope you're doing well in Heaven, Henry, or wherever we go when we die. We miss you.
Roamers attacked our camp today. There were a lot of them too. I swear, I'm seeing more roamers now than before. It's actually pretty worrying.
Charles still hasn't come back to camp yet. I told Shelly and Reign to go out and find something edible and try to find Charles too. They're still looking. They've been gone for an hour or two, but I'm not really worried, though. They both know how to fend for themselves if they ever get into trouble with roamers.
Well… I hope they do…
Good News!
They found food, and they found Charles too! Thank God! He was lying next to a tree when they found him. He said that a roamer attacked him, but it left him alone after a few strikes. He's injured, but it's not too bad, so that's good.
It's weird, though. Usually, those things would try to kill you immediately if they saw you, but this one just… Let him go. I asked Charles about this, but he replied with, "this fucker wasn't your average roamer. This one was different." He kept describing what it looked like, saying it was covered with black fur, was walking on its two legs instead of walking on all fours, taller than a light post, and its head was shaped like a fucking boomerang. Creepy…
He said he saw it watching him behind trees while he was hunting. He tried getting back on his horse, but it got spooked and bucked him off. He ran, but it chased him and caught him. It roughed him up, biting him, scratching him, and then ran away.
I took him to his tent 'cause he definitely needed some rest, but after I did that. Shelly said that they met other people and were told that there are supplies inside some abandoned house just northeast of here. Just to be sure we could remember it, they gave us pink sticky notes full of directions where to go. We can't take their word for it, but we really don't have a choice.
They also gave us directions to a settlement named Purgatory! I think our luck is getting better now! I just need to plan how to do this. We should get the supplies first and then go to the settlement. It sounds good to me! Shelly said she was gonna get the supplies, so I might as well join her. I don't do anything around here except read books, so it would be great to get out of camp once in a while.
We're leaving in the morning, so I need to be ready. It's gonna be a long trip, but it's all gonna be worth it.
I just had a weird dream a few minutes ago. Most of the time, I can't remember anything in my dreams, but this one… was really vivid.
So, I woke up, and It was pretty silent. Not like the peaceful type of silence, but the type of silence you would hear when you’re inside an abandoned building alone. On my left, there was a Cornfield and my Lord, it was tall. I started to sit up and looked around, but just when I turned my head away from the field, I heard something. I immediately look to my left, and I saw a pair of eyes looking straight at me. I couldn't see it because it was hiding in the field, but it looked small because its eyes were the same height as mine.
I got up, and I slowly walked over to it. It wasn't even blinking. It was just watching me. I picked up a rock next to me, and I threw it at it to get a reaction, but it didn't work. Didn't even flinch. I decided to have the courage to walk a little faster, but I could hear it breathing more heavily and see its pupils becoming wider.
Once I was 3 feet away from it, It started to make garble noises like it was trying to speak to me. I wanted to say something, but for some reason, I couldn't. Even if I tried, I just couldn't get anything out; After a few seconds of me trying to let out a damn word. The creature stopped making noises, and it started to rise, like, it was getting taller. It didn't even break eye contact. Once the thing reached its true height, it started to approach me, slowly revealing itself, and then… I woke up.
That pretty much it. Louis woke me up because he said, "I was screaming in my sleep." Shit, I feel like… Well. Like shit. I'm covered in sweat, and I feel sick to my stomach. I think I’m going to stay up for a while. I only have a few hours left before Shelly and I leave to get those supplies. Don't know how I'm gonna keep myself busy, but anything is good to avoid dreaming that crap again.
I'm at the pond where Elijah got sick at. Bad idea, I know, but I just needed to go somewhere I could, you know? chill and get my mind off after that dream.
Don't really know what my problem is? Everyone has had bad dreams once in a while, so I don't really know why I'm all weirded out by this one. Maybe it's giving me a sign? I doubt it, but it is kinda cool to thin
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Ok, didn't really have time to finish earlier. I was about to until I heard something hit the pond. I checked what the sound was, and I noticed the ripples in the water. I saw something in the reflections, but I couldn't make out what it was since it was so wavy. I looked up and heard the sound of bushes rustling and saw something moving between the trees. Me being a brave dude, I got up, took my journal, and… got the hell out of there. Call me a pussy if you like, but there's no way in hell I was gonna go over there and check out what it was. Nope. I took my ass straight back to camp.
We got attacked by roamers… again, so we had to delay our little "adventure" until we make sure they're actually gone. The attacks are getting worse. The bodies are piling up, and they're starting to smell. The only thing we can do is burn them, but if we do that, that'll probably attract more of those bastards (or burn the entire forest…). Soooooo, we're a tad bit screwed in the meantime. We just need those supplies, and we're out of here.
Now that I'm thinking about it. I think those guys were what I saw at the pond earlier. I doubt it because the thing I saw was really tall, but I haven't been getting any sleep today, so maybe I was hallucinating.
Welp, it’s nighttime, and we left camp. Shelly’s taking night duty since I haven’t gotten any sleep. Now that we left camp, I’m kinda feeling uneasy right now. Anything can happen out here. Just name it. Roamers? Yep! Thieves? Yeppers! A naked person trying to sell you tree bark? Probably, but you get my point…
I'm looking for some food right now. I'm bored out of my fucking mind out here. Nothing is out here. I've been waiting for, like, I don't know. An hour? And still nothing. NOTHING. I get it. I need to be patient. That's part of hunting, but it's not really considered "hunting" anymore when Roamers probably ate or chased away almost everything around here. The only animals I see are just squirrels and birds, and I'm not even gonna bother trying to catch those guys. Plus, I don't think eating squirrels is good for your health anyway. Then again, who am I to be a picky asshole right now?
[squiggly mark]
It's been an hour or so since I wrote in my journal. I was about to give up until I found a deer carcass. It's not decomposed or anything. It looked like it died recently, and there's a pink note on its leg. - I read the note; it said, "for you," and there's a little scribble on the back. It's a picture of a person beside a long black figure in front of a door. The guy is looking at the thing, and he looks… Sad? I mean, I would be sad too if some type of monster like that was standing right next to me.
Well, I wouldn't be sad. More, like, I don't know. Terrified? But who knows? That's just me. It's different for everyone, I guess.
I should probably get going. It’s tranquil out here, right now. (God, I hope I used that word right…) The birds suddenly stopped chirping for some weird reason. Sad. Their singing made the boredom out here a bit more bearable. Oh well, I need to get back to Shelly anyway. I got what I needed, so I’m out of here.
I’m still wondering, though. Where did the note and the deer come from? Is the person who gave me the note here, right now? I don’t really know, but I don’t really care, either.
Shelly is kinda busy looking at what we've found right now, so I might have time to write.
We're getting close, and we're almost out of the woods. I think I see a field in the distance. Shelly told me that the house was near some cornfield, so I think we’re going the right way.
So about what we found. There's a couple of roamers attaches to some trees, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary. This crap is common out here. It’s kinda like a tradition to do this. Some do it to piss those things' friends off, and some do it just to be doing it because "why not? :)" And some even do it to boost morale for the people who find them. It’s like one of those “Bilroy Was Here" type stuff, or whatever the heck you call it.
I don’t mind it, but my God. What they do to them is just terrible. For example, one of them is strapped to a tree. That's cool and all until you see that its limbs are all gone, and its stomach is busted open, like some piñata. You can even see its decomposed intestines growing fungi on the ground. There's another one, but its rotting head is on a stick. Jesus fucking Christ. This is the type of shit you would see in a serial killer's basement. And to make it a little bit worse. One of them is still alive.
I normally have no sympathy for these guys because they killed some of my friends, but this one I kinda feel bad for…
Like most of them, this one is tied to another tree. It's struggling to breathe because of the rope it's tied to, and it's looking pretty beat up. It's also tiny (I'm guessing it's a baby). I don't know what's gotten into me, but I decided it was a good idea to get closer to it and let it free for some weird reason.
I guess I was wrong about the whole "struggling to breathe" part because when I tried to get near it, it whimpered and started screaming its lungs out. I released the thing, and it fell to the ground. It was trying to get away from me, but it was dragging its back legs while it was doing it. Its legs were broken.
I killed it because I didn't want the thing to attract other roamers nearby, and I wanted to put it out of its misery. - It was for the best.
I get who the people who did this are coming from, but seeing this shit is not boosting my morale, whatsoever. But, to be fair, I can't really say the same about Shelly, though. She seems to be enjoying it. Shit, I've been writing for this long, so she's definitely enjoying it. A little bit too much, maybe? I should probabl
[in messy handwriting]
freak
trapped
help
key
door
freedom
revenge
[dry blood stains]
I'm under the house, but I don't even know how I got in here. I remember that I was writing in my journal, and I heard Shelly calling my name. I came to her and saw the tall monster in my dreams peeking behind a tree. It was staring at us and we starred back. After a few seconds of unbearable silence, The monster moved away from the tree it was hiding behind and started walking towards us. Its glare was bone-chilling. So chilling that I couldn't even move. Even though it was probably gonna rip us to shreds if I didn't do anything. Thankfully, Shelly pulled the hunting crossbow out of my bag the second it started moving and shot the thing in the arm.
The monster let out a huge roar and ran away. We thought we were safe until we heard growls behind us. It was roamers. There were, like, a dozen of them, I think. They saw us and the mutilated roamer corpses near us and attacked us on sight. I can't remember what happened next, but I remember us heading to the field. Luckily they're not really fast.
after we got there, we left our horses and hid for God knows how long. it felt like hours, even though it was probably like 11 minutes. My heart was racing because if one of them would've found us; It would've alerted the others, we were dead. We had to stay completely silent and not move a MUSCLE. A few painfully long minutes later, they lost interest and gave up. I thought we were good until I saw something behind Shelly. I could barely see it. I squinted my eyes and later learned that it was the monster Shelly shot earlier ago. I could see the blood dripping off its black-boney hand and its widening pupils. - It was pissed.
Shelly got worried at what I was looking at and turned around. As soon as she did, the monster sprinted at her, grabbed her by the feet, and dragged her deeper into the field. I didn’t know what to do, so I made the shittiest decision to leave her and get away from the thing as fast as possible. I don't know why I did it. I panicked. I remember hearing her screams and distant cries for help, but I kept running, and I hate myself for that.
After that, I tripped and hit my head on the ground. I think I knocked myself out. Don't know how long, though. The next thing I know, I'm somehow in the house's basement now. Don't know who put me in here, but he/she was kind enough to bring my backpack. Although, most of the stuff in my bag is gone and some of the pages in my journal are missing, too.
Thanks a lot, dick…
Those guys lied about there being supplies in here, but I don't really care anymore. It was too good to be true anyway. Like, "untouched canned food and water in an abandoned house for no reason?" Like, c'mon…
My headache’s getting worse, Shelly's gone, and all the important stuff I need is gone. I don’t know what to do now. I can’t go back. I'm trapped here.
Addendum XXXX-4
The previous Class-D test subject, D-94753, has shown physical improvements after the incident in Room 04 and is now available for testing on the second floor. The guard that will be watching over D-94753 to prevent the loss of both personnel and SCP-005; is Agent Rhegan from the security unit, Hotel-06.
D-94753 was equipped with a head-mounted camera and was tasked to explore SCP-XXXX's second floor.
<Begin Log>
[D-94753 and Agent Rhegan inside SCP-XXXX]
Agent Rhegan: So, uh… how you feelin' right now?
D-94753: Good, but these stitches are making me feel sore, though. But it ain't no b— [interrupted]
Agent Rhegan: Cool, cool… Oh, yeah, I forgot. I'm just gonna warn you, right here, right now. Don't do anything stupid, all right? Or you’ll end up like the guy that took your place.
D-94753: What—? What did he do?
Agent Rhegan: He bailed on us.
D-94753: Shit, really? He had a chance to leave? Shoot, he’s a lucky S.O.B!
Agent Rhegan: Don't look at it that way. He signed his death warrant by leaving. If he stayed and follow simple directions. He would still be here right now.
D-94753: True, but he— Screw it. Don't feel like getting in an argument right now.
[silence]
Agent Rhegan: Jesus, what the hell is taking this thing so long?
Dr. Wickes: Uh, there seems to be a problem with SCP-XXXX. — Just stay calm, and we’ll see what’s going on.
Agent Rhegan: So, you’re tellin’ us that it’s ain’t working again?
Dr. Wickes: I… suppose so, yes.
Agent Rhegan: God-fucking-damnit…! Really…? [mutters] Fuck!
Dr. Wickes: SCP-XXXX is probably not working temporarily, so please stay calm. — Give it some time.
Agent Rhegan: I am fucking calm! [to D-94753] Hey, you scared of being in elevators?
D-94753: Am I claustrophobic? Nah.
**Agent Rhegan:* Good, thank God. Don’t want no asshat to be havin’ panic attacks and shit Inside an elevator that's probably air-tight.
D-94753: I don't know shit about elevators, but if this thing is this big and it's air-tight; We probably have at least… thirty or forty hours in here. So, uh… you wanna talk about something else to pass the time?
Agent Rhegan: Not really.
D-94753: Oh, c'mon, man. Don't make this crap situation awkward than it already is. — Let's just have a little bit of chit-chatter. Who knows, we might learn something from it.
Agent Rhegan: Jesus… [sigh] ok, what do you want to talk about? Let's make this quick, all right?
D-94753: Nice. So, um… what—? What happened to that Jace or Chase dude you talk to all the time? When I and that other dude were doing those tests-things, You were talking to him, like, every time I saw you. Now I come back here, and he ain't there no more. What’s up with that? Did he call in sick or somethin’?
Agent Rhegan: [mumbles] Christ, you’re really gonna hit me with that? [normal voice] Ok, first of all. The man whom you’re talking about is Ace, and no, he did not “call in sick”. He died.
D-94753: Damn, That’s tuff. You know why he died?
Agent Rhegan: Why do you care?
D-94753: I don't. We're just two strangers having a friendly conversation. —Come on.
Agent Rhegan: Well… I can’t give too many details, but we were searching for, you know who, and one thing led to another and he, um… he died. That’s all you need to know.
D-94753: Hey, that's good enough for me. I ain’t gonna push it. Probably be better if I didn’t know, to be honest. [chuckles] You guys be doin’ some weird shit. But anyway, sorry for your loss, man.
Agent Rhegan: Thanks.
[silence]
D-94753: So, uh… we’re you and Ace friends, or, um… you know.
Agent Rhegan: What…? What ar—? Jesus! God, no! We were just buddies. Where the hell did you even get that from?
D-94753: Ey, I— I ain’t judgin’. All I did was just connect the dots, and it looked to me like you two were pretty close, so…
Agent Rhegan: Again, we were just buddies. [scoffs] “Connect the dots…?” How about I connect the dots in your head, so you can start thinking properly? — Conversation's over.
D-94753: All right, all right. Chill, man. I was just saying.
[silence]
D-94753: [chuckles] I know you said we were done talking, but, uh… you and your friend remind me of someone I met when I first started working with y'all.
Agent Rhegan: Hmm? And who might that be, huh?
D-94753: I can’t remember what was his number, but I distinctly remember him telling me to call him Jago because he liked how it sounded.
Agent Rhegan: [chuckles] Jago? Really?
D-94753: Yep… Jago was… I’m not even gonna lie, He-He was a weird-ass dude, but he was really good at telling stories, though.
Agent Rhegan: Yeah? What type of stories did he talk about?
D-94753: Shit, there was a variety of them! One time he said he saved a woman from being mugged, and then he married her. And in another one, he said he saved puppies from being crushed to death by a garbage truck. I mean, his stories were definitely bullshit, but he was funny as hell.
Agent Rhegan: [chuckles] Yeah? What happened to this Jago dude?
D-94753: Honestly… shit, I don’t know. I remember during lunch, I was counting the new faces I saw in the room, and out of nowhere, he comes to— [chuckles] My dude comes to me and says that one of the guys sitting in front of us was pissing him off because he had a smudge on his glasses. He literally walked over to him and punched him right in the nose.
Agent Rhegan: Damn!
D-94753: Yep, I know. It was bad, too, man. Jago was a huge, bulky dude, so it completely messed his nose up when he hit him. Like, it was all bent and shit. — It was nasty.
Agent Rhegan: Just from a smudge? Gah-lee!
D-94753: I know! He literally punched the taste out of his mouth. After that, his boys started to fight Jago. There were like 3 or 4 guys on him. Again, Jago was big, but he couldn't fight 4 people at once, so I started helping him, right? After, after that, other people were helping their boys. and it turned into a giant fight. People were throwing food, spitting, all that. I should've took my shirt off before I started fighting because one guy came behind me, pull it up to my face, and blinded me with it. - He beat my ass, not even gonna lie about that.
Agent Rhegan: Jesus, where the hell were the guards?
D-94753: Nah, nah, nah, they were there, but they couldn't do anything about it. There were only, like, two of them.
Agent Rhegan: What? Yes, they could. They have guns. One warning shot and everybody's on the ground.
D-94753: Eh, well… I guess they just wanted to see some action.
Agent Rhegan: Mm. [chuckles] Fair enough. — So, let me guess, more guards came, took control of the situation, and that was it, right?
D-94753: Course. Like you said, they came in, gave us warning shots, and we got down real, real fast. They didn't know what to do with us after, so they just arrested Jago, me, and the other people that started the huge fight and that was it. — They took me to the hole for a week and I never saw Jago again when I got out.
Agent Rhegan: Damn…
D-94753: Yep. He didn't die, I know that for sure. He probably got moved to a different place. But I just wish he didn't do that dumb shit, though. But, truth be told, I did kinda egged him on a bit. Didn't think he'd actually do it! Th-That was my bad.
Agent Rhegan: Eh, well, it is what it is…
D-94753: Yeah…
[silence]
Agent Rhegan: You know, I was actually gonna stay here one night, one time. You know, the motel? But, uh, the place gave me the creeps, and I just got out of there. I guess that feeling was right, after all.
D-94753: Really? Do you live…? Wait, where are we?
Agent Rhegan: Ah, you're probably gonna forget this in a few days, so screw it. — We're in Nebraska. Probably already known that because of how bad it smells, yeah?
D-94753: [chuckles] Oh. Well, do you live here?
Agent Rhegan: Nebraska? Nope. I just went there to do some "errands."
D-94753: Ah. What do you, uh, think about Nebraska, though? Not good because of the smell, right? [chuckles]
Agent Rhegan: No. No, Nebraska's pretty nice, actually. — It may smell like roadkill sometimes, but the people here are kind, and Nature here is nice; if you're into that sort of stuff. It's just the rural areas that are not-so-good. They're full of bored, psychotic weirdos.
[1 hour later]
[overlapping laughter]
D-94753: Damn right! And the other thing about… about, uh…
Agent Rhegan: [chuckles] you good, man?
D-94753: Mm… you hear that…?
Agent Rhegan: …No…?
D-94753: You don’t hear people talking…? Take off the helmet, you’ll probably hear ‘em.
Agent Rhegan: My hearing’s fine. Whatchu talkin’ about?
//[D-94753 presses his ear against SCP-XXXX’s door]
Agent Rhegan: Ugh, you’re gonna get an ear infection doin’ that.
D-94753: Yeah, yeah, whatever…
Agent Rhegan: …You still hearin' something…?
[D-94753 remains silent]
[SCP-XXXX's doors begin to open]
Unknown 1: We gotta— [sighs] Fuck me…!
Agent Rhegan: The hell…? — You two, put your hands up!
Unknown 2: 'Ey, 'ey, take it easy, mister. Don't want to do anything stupid with it.
Agent Rhegan: Don't tell me what to do. You just keep your hands up and shut your mouth. [to Dr. Wickes] Sir, are you there?
Dr. Wickes: I'm sorry? What did I mi—? Oh… I see.
D-94753: What now?
Dr. Wickes: Just stay right there and keep them where they are. We're sending a few guards to your location.
Agent Rhegan: Roger. [D-94753] Get out the elevator.
[Agent Rhegan and D-94753 exits SCP-XXXX]
Unknown 1: I can hear the person you're talking to. Just calm down. You already have us. No need to bring more people in this mess.
Agent Rhegan: Don't tell me to calm down. — Who are you two? What are you doing here?
Unknown 1: You can tell that to the person right behind you.
Agent Rhegan: What? [turns around] What're yo—?
[before Agent Rhegan looks back at the unknown individuals, Unknown 1 quickly unlocks one of the rooms and escapes]
Unknown 2: Ah! [mutters] That asshole…!
Agent Rhegan: Shit!
D-94753: How did you fall for that…? Eef it, you got cuffs?
Agent Rhegan: Yeah, yeah, they're in my back pouch. Be my guest.
Unknown 1: C'mon, y'all, don't put cuffs on me. I got very sensitive wrists…
Agent Rhegan: Stop your complaining. [D-94753] Go. Hurry. Before he gets away, too.
[D-94753 collects the handcuffs walks up to unknown individual]
D-94753: Sorry, man. [to Agent Rhegan] — Always wanted to arrest people like a cop! [chuckles]
[silence]
Agent Rhegan: Did you—? Did you cuff ‘em?
D-94753: Almost. I just need to, um… There! We’re good.
Unknown 1: It’s kinda tightening a bit. — Is that bad?
Agent Rhegan: Oh, my God. You gotta— You gotta double lock the thing. You’re gonna give him nerve damage if you don’t. — Loosen the cuffs, and lock them.
D-94753: All right… wait, where is…?
Agent Rhegan: It’s on the right side of the cuffs. — Hey, you just want me to do it?
D-94753: Nah, man, it’s all good… just, um… chill for a sec.
[D-94753 successfully detains the unknown 2]
D-94753: Cool. I got it.
Agent Rhegan: Sir, we detained one, but the other got away.
Dr. Wickes: Eh, Good enough. Now we'll know what the hell is going on here. Return to Moonlight Shores.
Agent Rhegan: Hey, Jerkoff, get moving. Elevator. Now, go. [D-94753] I appreciate our little chat, earlier, but for now on, let's just act like we never spoke to each other, ok? We're not allowed to befriend D-Class. Not even become their acquaintance.
D-94753: Cool with me. Good talkin' to ya.
Agent Rhegan: Uh-huh…
[End Log]
The unknown man was later sent to Site-██ for interrogation.3 A DNA test was given to the man and was confirmed to be Chris Ortiz Scallion; A man in his mid-thirties who was reported missing in 2009 and was presumed dead, after the fact. Ortiz was last seen entering his room at Moonlight Shores at 8:54 PM. After his disappearance, police entered his apartment to search for DNA evidence.4 After no suspects or leads to help move the investigation, the case was left yet unsolved until more evidence is found.
Date: 11/26/10
interviewee: Chris Ortiz Scallion
Interviewer: Agent Tusct
Foreword: After one (1) hour of waiting, Agent Tusct enters the interrogation room.
<Begin Log>
Agent Tusct: Sorry for the wait, Mr. Ortiz, paperwork around here is bi— Well, it's not very nice.
Mr. Ortiz: Mm…
Agent Tusct: Ok, let's not waste any more time than we need to. Who do you work for?
[Mr. Ortiz remains silent]
Agent Tusct: A cult? The government…? What…?
[Mr. Ortiz continues to remains silent]
Agent Tusct: …Come on, man, you have to say something, eventually. Again, who do you work for?
Mr. Ortiz: [unintelligible]
Agent Tusct: I'm sorry?
Mr. Ortiz: [unintelligible]
Agent Tusct: I can't hear you. You need to start sp—
Mr. Ortiz: leave me alone. Can I just plead the fifth?
Agent Tusct: I'm sorry, you can't. If you don't say anything, you'll be here for a long time. And when I mean a long time, I mean a very long time. You're under our custody, which means, we can keep you here for hours, days, months. We'll keep you here as long as we need to. What we're doing is legal… well, most of it is. [chuckles]
Mr. Ortiz: What are you gonna do to me?
Agent Tusct: Well, to be truthful with you, it ain't nothin' nice after what I just said.
Mr. Ortiz: [mutter] oh, lord.
Agent Tusct: Now… we ain't— We ain't gonna torture you, so you can erase that off your worry list. Besides, we're not into that stuff. A few are but we tell them to keep that to themselves…
[Mr. Ortiz remains silent]
Agent Tusct: Now, I know… I get it: You're in a facility, probably in the desert of █████, full of a Variety of degenerates like me. Some smart, some stupid, et cetera. But you need to start talking. It’ll be good for us and you if you do.
[Mr. Ortiz continues to remain silent]
Agent Tusct: Look, I’m your friend, all right? I’m the only one that wants to help you get out of here as soon as possible. [points at observation window] Them, right there? They want to keep you here and become a prisoner. Now, I-I don’t want that to befall on you, so please let me help you.
Mr. Ortiz: I… [groans] I don't have a choice, do I…?
Agent Tusct: [makes an upward hand gesture] Up to you, my friend. I just want to help.
Mr. Ortiz: [sighs]…You know what…? I’ll say anything to get me the hell outta here.
Agent Tusct: See? Good! That’s more like it! If you keep that up, you can leave, and maybe I can get a promotion! [chortles] Hey, even better, we’ll also deal with your, “gone for 1 year and then came back in some magic hallway” problem. Speakin’ of that. You wanna tell me why you’ve been gone for 1-dang-year?
Mr. Ortiz: Look, sir. I don't remember much.
Agent Tusct: Ok, then let me start you off. "You go into your motel room. For some reason, someone comes into the room without breaking in, and then poof. You're gone. No fingerprints on the doorknob, no DNA of your assailant anywhere. Nothing." - Does that help you remember?
Mr. Ortiz: No. What? Don't even remember getting a room or getting kidnapped.
Agent Tusct: You—? …You serious…?
Mr. Ortiz: [begins to shrug]
Agent Tusct: [mutters] …Jesus…
[silence]
Agent Tusct: You really don't why you've been gone for so long?
Mr. Ortiz: I swear on it, I'm tellin' the truth. Don't know what you want me to say.
Agent Tusct: Mm… um. Can you at least tell what you were doing when we found you?
Mr. Ortiz: I was being scolded by some dude.
Agent Tusct: "Some dude?" Who and what for?
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Mr. Ortiz: Don't know the guy. He told me to meet him for a private conversation. I got there —he was waiting for me — and he started getting all mad, like, really, really mad, saying that I wrote some wrinkled up note he found near one of the rooms. Didn't even know what he was talking about. - I read the thing. It wasn't even in my handwriting, so I don't even know how he got to that conclusion.
Agent Tusct: Ok…? But still, you sure you don't know him?
Mr. Ortiz: I don't know crap about the dude, man. Only thing I know is that he's in some group. Don't know what it's about, they don't tell me anything.
Agent Tusct: Group…? Are you a part of this, so-called, "group?"
Mr. Ortiz: In a way… yes, but again, they don't tell me nothin'. So, I don't even participate in what they do. To be honest, I don't even know what's their cause. Hope it's, like, helping people or something. And before you say it. I have no idea what they're called, so don't bother.
Agent Tusct: I see… there are, um… you probably already know this, but, uh, there're rooms in the hallways… you don't— …you don't happen to know what they're for, or what's in them, do you?
Mr. Ortiz: Uh, Nope. You need a key to open 'em, which they never gave me. But I've been trying to, though. There're peepholes on the doors. I've tried looking through them, but something was blocking 'em. I also tried looking through those keyholes, but that didn't work, either. One time, one of them saw what I was doin' and told me to stop it, and I did. Probably for the best, though. I could've gotten, freakin', pinkeye, knowing that they barely wipe those things with alcohol. - Thank God I didn't. That would've sucked…
Agent Tusct: Mm-hmm…
[silence]
Mr. Ortiz: Come to think of it. I do know one guy that probably knows what's inside those things. He has one of those keys.
Agent Tusct: Really?
Mr. Ortiz: Yeah, his name's Adrian. Can't remember, but he's the manager of this building called, uh… "Moonlit Whores…?" It's a very… very interesting name for a building.
Agent Tusct: Wait, you're allowed to leave?
Mr. Ortiz: Yes. Well… no…? I mean, they don't know I leave. One time, I left to get a lil' fresh air. I went around the building to check it out because, you know, curiosity and all that, right? Adrian spots me and starts gettin' all mad, and tells me to stay out of sight. Don't know why, though
Agent Tusct: Um… thank you. We'll be sure to, uh… reach him for an interview.
Mr. Ortiz: I've talked to him before, you know. He seems to be a nice fella. Just wish he would stop smoking, though. He's, like— …You know that smoking makes you look old, right. He's, like, younger than me, but he looks like he's in his 70s, almost. Like… it's either that stuff or the years have not been kind to him at all.
Agent Tusct: Right, right…
[silence]
Agent Tusct: Well, that's all, for now.
Mr. Ortiz: Good. Now can you please get rid of these handcuffs? I can see my wrist turning red.
Agent Tusct: Yeah, sorry about that… hey, sorry about this, but we might need to keep you here for a few days. We just need to know how to fix your situation, at the moment.
Mr. Ortiz: No, worries.
Agent Tusct: Thanks. You're doin' us a great service for helping us out, right now. - I'll release you from your cuffs now…
<End Log>
When agents arrived at Mr. Ludhardt's house, it was reported that he seemed to have left in a rush, saying that the house was completely empty with objects scattered across every room. - After numerous days of tracking Mr. Ludhardt. It was later reported that Mr. Ludhardt took a plane to Switzerland and was currently living in a small apartment in Zürich. Mr. Ludhardt was later arrested by a Swiss undercover Agent after attempting to pass a toll booth. Mr. Ludhardt was later sent back to Site-██ for interrogation. See Interview Log - 12/01/10.
Mr. Ortiz was given Class-C amnestics and was given cleaning duties at Site-██, where SCP-XXXX-02 is being contained. Testing for SCP-XXXX-02 is now authorized.
[[collapsible show="+ Interview Log - 12/01/10" hide="- ACCESS GRANTED"]]
Date: 12/01/10
interviewee: Adrian Luhardt Welles
Interviewer: Dr. Richards
Foreword: Mr. Ludhardt waits for Dr. Richards
<Begin Log>
Mr. Ludhardt: [mumbles] And if you leave me now, you'll take away the biggest part of me… oooooh, gi— Shit!
[Dr. Richards enters the room]
Mr. Ludhardt: uh, Hey, man! Good to see ya!
Dr. Richards: Good to see you too, Adrian. Sorry about ending your vacation so soon. - Speaking of that, why were you in such a rush to leave? We went to your house and there were items everywhere in your house. Why's that?
Mr. Ludhardt: Um… embarrassing to say… [sighs] I don't clean my house much… there's your answer.
Dr. Richards: Mm-hmm, right… again, sorry about your vacation. We just need more info from you
Mr. Ludhardt: "more info?" Don't have a lot of stuff to give you. I-I've told you everything I knew.
Dr. Richards: No… no— no, you haven't. [sighs] Don't make this harder than it has to be. - We know.
[Mr. Ludhardt begins changing his body posture]
Mr. Ludhardt: Wh-What…?
Dr. Richards: One of your friends informed us about your suspicious activities. Do you know Chris Ortiz? Yes, we've found him and he told us everything.
Mr. Ludhardt: …I-I… I don't— [interrupted]
Dr. Richards: Sorry, save that thought for a moment. — I'll be right back.
Mr. Ludhardt: I… [rubs face] Ok…
[6 minutes later]
Mr. Ludhardt: [mutters] Chris…? that fucking piece of shit…!
[Mr. Ludhardt begins to stand up and pace around the room with his hands covering his mouth]
Mr. Ludhardt: [mutters] What the fuck am I gonna do now…? [inaudible]
the hell was I thinking, me…? You stupid, stupid piece of shit…! [inaudible muttering]
[1 hour later]
[Dr. Richards enters the room]
Dr. Richards: Adrian, what are you doing sitting on the floor? And are you ok? Your face is red.
Mr. Ludhardt: Yeah, I'm… [sniff] I-I'm good…
Dr. Richards: Good. Now, get up. We have a lot of questions, today, and this floor hasn't been cleaned, yet.
[Mr. Ludhardt stands up and sits back in his chair]
Mr. Ludhardt: Look, I'll tell you everything, but please, please just let me go after this, man, I beg you.
Dr. Richards: All right, calm down. No need to be desperate. We'll worry about that later, but for now, let's just get to the questioning.
Mr. Ludhardt: Ask me anything. Hit me, please.
Dr. Richards: Again, calm down… — Mr. Ortiz said you were a part of this group. Ar—? [interrupted]
Mr. Ludhardt: Look, man, I don't know a lot about them, ok? I did work with them, yeah? But they were going to kill me.
Dr. Richards: They were going to kill you?
Mr. Ludhardt: Yes! You have to believe me.
Dr. Richards: What for?
Mr. Ludhardt: 'Cause I let one of their monstrosities loose into one of the rooms.
Dr. Richards: Which room?
Mr. Ludhardt: That room on the second floor. The one I told you about.
Dr. Richards: …Room 17? But you s— [interrupted]
Mr. Ludhardt: I know what I said, ok? That was a lie. All of it, a lie. There ain't— Man, there ain't no fucking room filled with eyes and all the other dumbass shit I said. - Are you fuckin' kidding me, I made it up.
Dr. Richards: I see… can you tell us what happened with this room 17 incident?
Mr. Ludhardt: I-I took a break from my work for a minute to smoke, and it was too cold outside 'cause, you know? It's was late November; so I went to the room, opened it, and smoked there.
Dr. Richards: And…? What else?
Mr. Ludhardt: I was smoking, and I heard those elevator doors open; and I saw this long, black, lanky motherfucker. - He sees me and started sprinting toward me. - I started to panic and went inside the room. it comes in, and I go behind him and shut the door on it and locked it.
Dr. Richards: Do you know where this "lanky" creature came from?
Mr. Ludhardt: Yeah… yeah, I do… that group…? Yeah, they made that. It got out somehow and killed a few of their guys, is what they said.
Dr. Richards: What's the name of this group and what is their purpose?
Mr. Ludhardt: They're called "Biological Experiments For Worlds," or "B.E.F.W" for short. It's a really dumb name, I know.
Dr. Richards: Their purpose?
Mr. Ludhardt: Their purpose…? Um, they use their, uh, experiments and release them into rooms to see if they're deadly enough to "end worlds?" I know it's stupid. — In my honest opinion, I feel like they're those Clichéd bad guys you see on those Nickelodeon shows.
Dr. Richards: Mm-hmm… I must ask. How do they make these creatures? They surely don't create them out of thin air.
Mr. Ludhardt: Well, they, uh… they grab people either from here or different places, and they, uh… they change them into what they want them to be.
Dr. Richards: I see. — You had a few incidents of people going missing around your establishment. I'm guessing… you caused them?
Mr. Ludhardt: …Yes…
Dr. Richards: Why?
Mr. Ludhardt: I don't know… [coughs] Besides, it was only 3 people, including Chris.
Dr. Richards: Speaking of Mr. Ortiz. He
Dr. Richards: Why didn't you stop them?
Mr. Ludhardt: To be honest, I don't really care about what they're doing to other places. As long as they're not doing it here, then I'm good. — We're good. Think of it as a selfless act.
Dr. Richards: That's not selfless at all. That's extremely psychopathic. — What is wrong with you?
