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Item #: SCP-5215
Object Class: Double-Keter, possible Appolyon.
Special Containment Procedures: [SCP-5215 is to be kept in a 23x23x23 steel box with no breaches, and normal meals must be given at least 3 times a day. On occasion, 1 D-class is to be fed to him in between the times of 8:00 and 9:00 pm. No guards are needed for giving meals, as it is docile to the mealgivers, and it has been recorded that SCP-5215 will praise them if it enjoys it’s meal.]
Description: [SCP-5215, or “The dark angel” or its self-given name, “Spencer” is a dark vapor-like humanoid, with the ability the bend its form. Its most noticeable feature is its bright white eyes, 2 times larger than normal. When hostile, but not hungry, SCP-5215 will go at speeds up to 5 MPH. It will do 1 of 2 possible things to SCP-5215-1:
Outcome 1: SCP-5215 will take SCP-5215-1 to its dimension. No info is available about SCP-5215's dimension.
Outcome 2: SCP-5215 will ██████ SCP-5215-1. Upon closer inspection of the remains, the victims spinal column will be ██████ and their skull ██████. None of the D-class tested were left with their hearts.]
Addendum: [SCP-096 will not become hostile when viewed by SCP-5215. SCP-173 will not become hostile when eye contact is broken with SCP-5215.]
Interviewed: [SCP-5215]
Interviewer: Dr. ████
Foreword: [Interrogation between Dr. ███ and SCP-5215. Subject has requested for name to be put down as “Spencer” Instead of numeral name. States it “Makes him look like a ████ing idiot”]
<Begin Log>
Dr.███: [Tell me what happened between you and SCP-5215-1]
"Spencer": [You mean █████? Sure. No problem. What do you need to hear?]
Dr. ███:[Anything. All information on the subject is crucial.]
”Spencer”: [Alright then. Well, I think it was around 8- no, 9:00 pm when I started to get hungry. So, I did what I normally would do: I went out and looked for a good meal.]
Dr.███:” [And by a good meal, you mean a human.]
”Spencer”: [Yup! You’re getting good at this. But I don’t ███ the flesh, no. In fact, the skin, muscle, and bone are my least favorite parts.]
Dr.███: [So what part of it do you ███?]
”Spencer”: [The soul.]
Dr.███: [The… soul? Elaborate on what you mean by “soul” please.]
”Spencer”: [Y’know, your soul? The thing that makes you who you are. The very ████ing cumulation of your being!]
Dr.███: [Ah, I see. Continue.]
”Spencer”: [Alright then, where was I?]
Dr.███: [You were looking for a meal?]
"Spencer": [Ah! Right! So, anyways, I'm drifting around the city looking for a good meal. Then, I find ███. Real pretty girl. Perfect teeth, nice clothes, beautiful hair…]
Dr.███: [And that was SCP-5215-1?]
"Spencer": [Bingo. Anyway, she goes into an alley, which conveniently was a dead end. So, when little ███ turned around, I was right there, and then…]
Dr.███: [You killed her?]
"Spencer": [God you should have heard her scream. Was ████ing music to my ears. Heh, and to my stomach.]
Dr.███: [Thank you for your time, Spencer.]
"Spencer": [Nice talking to you too, █████]
Dr.███: [How do you know my…]
"Spencer": [I know things, █████. Lots of things. More than you'll ever know. I'd say the best thing for you to do now is to go back to your home at ████ street, and go spend some time with your little girl. She's turning █ today, right?]
Dr.███: [That's enough, Spencer. This interrogation is over.]
<End Log>
Closing Statement: [Immeadiatly following the interrogation, Dr.███ left Site ███, and spent the rest of the day at home. His daughter had a wonderful █th birthday.]
