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Item #: XXXX
Object Class: Unknown

Special Containment Procedures: When it comes to the property of SCP-XXXX, it is not in any way containable. Whenever J̴͚͕͔̘̦̮̦̮͔͇̙͕̣̫̯̜͎̏̋́̈́̓̓̄̎̀́̓͌̈́̾̅̌̚͝á̶͔̼̹̀̿͊͑̇͋̕ĵ̵̨͍͖̦͎̳̘̬̇̂͗̋̈̂̽̇̐̉́̚͘͠͝ͅs̷͎̰̮̜͚͙̅̽͊̈́̎͂͗̌̑͘͘͠ͅb̷̡̡̛̖̺̮̭̰͍̙̺̫͚͔̹̩̬͕̠͗̈̍͗̂̀͐͂̄͋̉̏̚̕͘̚͝ş̶̠̻̯̪̪̲̝͍͔̪̬̟̩̩͕̅͜͜͜ͅb̵̨̛͔̻̙͚͓̜̮̟͚̥̺̣̤̏̄̐̈̐̐̓̽͊͗̊̑͘̚͝s̶̢̬̬͍̯̥̞͍͎̪͚͍̟͚͓̼̓ͅḩ̵̛̜͒͊̂̉̔̔̓̎̐̓͋̿̂̄̾́d̵̡̞̙̟͖͍̼̭̯͙̱̳͐̾͂̈́̿̑̅̎̓̒̌͘͠j̵̧̝̼͈̠̙̖̦̜̰͎̤̼͇̄ş̶̧͉͙̳̤̮̯͙͒͌ͅj̶̨̳̩̥̖̹͕̯̥̩̓̀̋̀͆͗͛̐̽̍͂̇̕͜͠͝͠͠͝ͅş̶̛̟̳̖̝̤̃ì̴̖̌́̈͗̆̑͆̂͆͗̀͗́̋̐̀͠â̸̟̲̹͍̱̫̻̔̄̄̏̇̍̂̆̿̊͆̎͛͌͘͘k̴̨̢͓̪̘͓̞̖͍̻̩̬̫̜̋̅͐̈́̐̽̄̾͂̓̿͛̕̚͝͠ạ̸̯̮͔̫͑j̷̥̔̂͌e̴̙͉̹̠̗̺̖͎̮̲͊b̷̧̡̰̤̤̲̮̰̺͇̫̥͖̥͈̰̰͎̋̂̃͑͝ḃ̵̨̨̙̰̼̣͉̙̳̭͎̰̳̗̈͐͗̑̈́̏͆̽̑̏̂̕͝͠r̴̨͎̞̖͖͇̰̰͇͕͋̒̀̅͒̒̈́͋̂̀̅̊̀̕͜j̸̨̨̢̩͈͔̦̞̗͙̜̗͚̙̼͇̈́̌̽͐̽͜ͅď̶̢̰͔͕̗̖̼̺̞͓͇̘̜̍̋̑̓͜ͅͅơ̸̜͙̪̪̙̗̮͙̩̤̺͎̣̘̖̹͎̭̰̳̏̀̾̍̆f̶̢̧̢̯̦̟̌͛̎͆̋̀̂̕l̷̥͉̭̜͖̳͇͓̜̮͚̪̋̃̎̈͒̍̏̍͐̔͐͘͘̕ͅç̴͕̬̥̥͕̘̟͙͙͓͇̰͕̫̟̘͊͑̆̈́͌̀͑͌̅͆͗͋̿͛̅̎͆͘͠l̵̡̡̨̳͉̘͇͍̮͍͎̠̝̣̫̤̈̌̎̓̈́̿̈̇̾̿͗̾̑̓̔̚͝͝ͅv̵͇̀̃̌̇͆́̌̀͝ǩ̶̨̢̢͕̭͉̭̩̻̟̭̫̜̦̇̽̿̉̂̒̊̓͌͂͜c̶̢̢̛̖͓̻̯͓̮̀͘j̶̧̨̛̞͍͓̮̝̊̋̈̀́̓̏̉͝͠d̵̢͍̙͙͖̣̟̩̘̞̳̲͋̃̒̌͛̒̋͑̅́̿̃̀͆̚͜͜͠͝b̶̢̼̳̠͚͕̠̯̲͕̖̭͍̮̤̮͋̒̓͒́͑̆̈̓͗̈́̑̑́̕̚ͅs̷̩̎̀̂̎̓̅̐̚j̴̨̫͊͘͝s̶̢͕̹̳͓̻͉̫̞̼̺͉̖̬̱̪̦̜̐̎́̀ş̸̡͎̻͚̪̫̝̞̜͎̺͈͂͌̄̓̐̾̿̓̀̍̎͆̈́͝j̵̡̛̘͔̪̣̘͇͙̑̎̓̔̊̑̄͗͘̚͘͠s̷̡̰̺̙̤̫̙̞̺̺̜̘̬̱̝̹̪͇̠̯̊̽̇̎͒̓̿͌j̸̡̨̨̗͓̠̤͓̼̼͕̫̼̟̈́̽̒͝š̵̢̧̤̬̣̣̝̪͙͋̈́͂̃̑̾̈́̕̚j̷̧̟̰͔̩̣͚̘̀̽̆̏͊̽̕͝8̷͍̔̈́́̋̊̏́̓͆̌̎̽͊͛̈́̂̾̕͘8̸̧̢̛̘̩̯̟̔͗̋̆̓̔̐͐̍́̊̏̈͛͝͝2̴̠̲̺͎̫͔̩̖̜̪̜̯͉̔͗̏̓̑̎̎3̴͎̭͆̀̐͂̄7̸̛͖̲̅̒̑͆̾̾̎̔̈́͠7̶̡̧̨̛̙͕̠̹͙̭̱̥̯̝̫͔̠̗̪̉̊̃̂̍̋̊̏̈͆͛́̾̌͘͝͠4̸̢̧̥̗͙̮̻̳͕͚̯̳̯̪̙̏̃̏̎͂̅̓̈̽́͑͋̈͜͠͝ͅͅŗ̴̡̧̢̨̹̺̻̲̟̤̲̮̞̖̘̝̭̠͒̉̆͒̄̀̀̉̍͘͠͠ͅu̸̝͕͒̃̔̀̅̔̾̾̑̀̓̃͘͝ͅw̷̨̡̛͕̯̻̆̈͐́̒̓̎̓̋͝͝d̴̛̜͙̫̘͖̻̙̮̝̲͍͉̦͚̘͇̹̑̀̓͜b̷̧̥̺̰̗̞͉͖͈͈̱̈͊͋̋͛̈́̍̈̂́̉̋̈̇͋̕͜͠͝ͅf̵̨͔̤̰̥̼̠̗̹̈́̾͋̊́̊̽̈́̓͛͗̃̈́̎̆͛͘ḩ̵̫̗̦̠̦͍̺͕͓̦̗͍̜̘̦̝͚̽̿̍̾͗͊̉ď̵̛̮̮̞̜̱̺̳̮̱̹͍͚͕͎̗̤̲̹̿̐͗̿͗̀̀̋̍͆̒̄̑̚͝ų̵̢̧̫̦͇̳̬̼̞̱͈̦͚̠̪̫̮͒͒̈̇͌̆͌͒̆̚ͅͅş̸̞̟̟̩̪̞̩͖̱̰͔͖̂͋̅́͜ͅj̸̧̮̝͕͈̼͉̻͈̯̯͖̦͎̘͙̃͆̈́͑̎̈́̒́̉̄̾͆̅̀̈͜

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Interviewed: Class-D Johnathan ████████
Interviewer: Researcher Dr. ██████
Dr. ██████ is shuffling his papers, paying no attention to Jonathan.
Jonathan: Y’kn…. Y'know I don’t wanna do this?
Dr. ██████: Hey… I don’t want to either. But this is my job.
Jonathan: Yep, heh. I used to work at a carpenter shop! Oma was a great man…
Dr. ██████: Hehe, my pops—
P.S.A. System: Keep on subject.
Jonathan: Yeah, Yeah Shut the fuck up!
Dr. ██████: Hehehe. I like you the most… but like I said. Gotta do my job.
Jonathan: Yeah… I know that feeling.
Dr. ██████: Well, I’m going to start the questions.
Jonathan: Sighs Shoot.
Dr. ██████: So… when did this start, and how.
Jonathan: Oh! Hmph, I guess it started that one morning in April. I woke up… just any other day. I brushed my teeth, did all that, then stepped outside. But it didn’t feel… right. It felt… “off”. Like De ja Vu but like… yeah. I just thought it was just my mind being blah and playing with me so I just went off to work. As I worked it slowly went off until lunch. I decided to go to the mall and then that feeling… it hit me just like BAM! It started from there…
Dr. ██████: Hm. Alright. Shuffles papers, can you continue the story?
Jonathan: Yeah, yeah… so it just hit Y’know?
Dr. ██████: Mmhm. Continues with nodding
Jonathan: Well, started looking at everything… the feeling, it just wouldn’t stop. And then I just fainted. Embarrassed myself in front of the food court but looking at it now… I don’t care. I just wish the humiliation was it.