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Addendum XXXX-2: Interview Logs
Interview #XXXX-1:
Interviewed: Percival Prevewell (PP), 23-year-old male. Sales Representative of "Marshal, Carter, and Dark, Ltd." (MC&D)
Interviewer: Agent S████ (S)
Foreword: Interviewed was captured during a raid on an auction being held by MC&D. SCP-XXXX was one of four items recovered from the auction. Other items appear to have been created by SCP-XXXX and have subsequently been labeled SCP-XXXX-01 through -03.
<Begin Log, [10:23]>
S: Hello, Mr. Prevewell. I'm going to be speaking with you for a minute.
PP: Fuck off.
S: Mr. Prevewell, there's no need for hostility here.
PP: Yeah, sure, whatever. Just get this over with so I can have you the hell out of my sight.
S: Okay, moving on. What do you know about the "Hammer?"
PP: Hammer? What hammer? The kind that pounds in nails? 'Cause I don't know of any other kind.
S: Is that so? Then why were you there?
PP: How is it any of your fucking business why I was there?
S: Because, Mr. Prevewell, you are currently in the custody of the Foundation. I'd say it's in your best interest to comply. Now, why were you there?
PP: None. Of. Your. Fucking. Business.
[DATA EXPUNGED]
S: I'm going to give you one more chance, Mr. Prevewell. What does SCP-XXXX do?
PP: Alright, I’ll talk. Just don't… I'm not entirely sure, but I can give you what I do know.
S motions for Prevewell to continue
PP: It… Makes things. Weapons. No idea how, but it does it better than anything else I've seen.
S: It makes weapons.
PP: Yeah. We got it from Anderson Robotics. Makes guns and stuff too, somehow. Would've sold for a fortune if—
S: What were you using it for? What did Marshal, Carter, and Dark want with it?
PP: Money, of course. It was a quick cash grab.
S: You're sure that's all it was?
PP: Yes! Yes, I swear! Don't—
S: What weapons did Anderson Robotics make with it?
PP: We… Don’t know. Not all of what they made; not for sure. But they did give us some of what they've made with it, as a preview for our buyers.
S: …
PP: As I was saying, they gave us a few things. There's a sword they gave us that's sharp enough to cut through titanium-tungsten alloys like fucking butter. And that's the least fun one. The next thing was a crossbow-looking thing. It wasn't quite a crossbow, though. Blew people up a bit too much for that.
S: Yes, we recovered items matching these descriptions from the auction.
PP: The others were more powerful, though. There was this mace they gave us that didn't care how heavy the thing was that you hit. It would feel like you were hitting air. Kablammo, your tank's gone through a fucking building.
S: Please stay on the topic, Mr. Prevewell.
PP: Right, right. The last one… Ooooh, was that a fun one. This fucking thing. It was a gun, but not just your ordinary shoot-a-guy-and-he-dies gun. Tell me, Mr. Foundation, have you ever seen someone get hit by a Desert Eagle firing soft-nosed bullets?
S: Again, Mr. Prevewell. Please stay on-topic.
PP: Well let me tell you what it does. It hits you, but then instead of just going right through you like normal .50 cal ammo will, it breaks up inside of you and instead of just making a hole right through, it takes out a whole chu—
S: Mr. Prevewell. Do we need to resort to [DATA EXPUNGED]?
PP: No, no, no. W-we don't. I'm sorry.
S: Very good. Now, about this firearm you mentioned.
PP: Well, this gun, it shoots that ammo. Thing is, you never have to reload, and it fires at more than one person at a time1.
S: …
PP: Yeah… they made some serious shit with that. Thing is, we don't even know how much more they made, let alone what it all is.
S: So what does SCP-XXXX do, exactly?
PP: You want to make a weapon? It can do it. It’ll make it easy. Best part is, it's better than the regular kind of whatever it was you made. More powerful in some way. More dangerous, but not to the person wielding it. Oh, and one more thing: nothing the hammer makes can destroy it.
S: What does that mean?
PP: Well, if I have to spell it out for you Foundation dumbasses. Let's say you make an axe with the hammer. Axe won't do shit to the hammer. Not a scratch. Found that out when ██████ accidentally threw that mace at it. Didn't budge.
S: Interesting. Do you know who was first in possession of SCP-XXXX?
PP: Anyone who's met the original owners, like I did is… Obligated not to say more. If I say more, I’ll have to join… Them.
S: Who?
PP: I can’t say any more.
S: Mr. Prevewell. I'm sure I don't have to remind you—
PP: I told you. I can't.
S: Mr. Prevewell, this is your fin—
PP: I FUCKING CAN'T, ALRIGHT YOU FUCKING FOUNDATION [DATA EXPUNGED]?
S: We're done here, Mr. Prevewell. Enjoy the next 24 hours.
PP: No, wai—
<End Log, [13:04]>
