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Item #: SCP-5642
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Due to scp-5642 being a separate universe. It's entrance is stored in a box. The box is to be kept inside the drawer of a researcher's table. Due to unknown reasons, every Tuesday, the box itself is able to manifest an effect that causes a researcher be horrified of scp-5642, thus, scp-5642 is to be transferred to a different drawer every Tuesday.
Once every two months, no more than 3 armed staff members are to enter the universe, in which they record all slight changes that occurred inside scp-5642. The staff members enter inside scp-5642 by simply putting a foot inside the box. Once inside, the universe is stated as scp-5642-1.
Description: scp-5642-1 is an alternate universe that is, at first glance, a completely identical version of our world. With the condition that everything has been replaced with cardboard. The gate transports the traveler to a field with "box flowers". If the traveler were to look to their left, they would be met with a city containing, as members would describe, "boxes the size of fucking skyscrapers! They have cars and taxis MADE out of cardboard fucking boxes! THE PEOPLE THEMSELVES are made out of boxes. I sat down at a "Box Cafe" and one of the box workers offered me box coffee. It didn't look edible but somehow I could drink it like normal coffee. I felt great after drinking it. I think they put some "box drugs" in their coffee or somethin."
On the second exploration of scp-5642-1. The civilians of the box town escorted the 3 members to the "box leader".
The box leader was then stated as scp-5642-2. Scp-5642-2 is a humanoid entity that shares the same features as the towns people. Mainly being made out of boxes. Scp-5642-2 was asked to return with the members to see if they could ask it some questions. It gladly cooperated and returned to our dimension. The king and the members return via walking back to their original arrival spot and heading out into the woods they would see if they looked to the their right. Inside the wods they would proceed to ████ ███ █████and get spat out of the box. According to the members, the process is incredibly painful and crushes at least two bones before returning. Scp-5642-2 was curious about the material he was standing on. Fifteen minutes went by before the interview began.
Interviewed: Scp-5642-2 (or it's preferred name, Dave)
Interviewer: (ironically) Dr. Dave
Foreword: Scp-5642-2 calmly sits in it's chair, curiously staring at the table.<Begin Log>
Dr. Dave: Hello Dave. We've brought you here today to interview you. We're gonna ask you some questions, learn more about you, and see what we should do with you.
Dave: Hey there sir. Don't mind me, I'm just trying to remember what material this is…
Dr. Dave: (staring confusingly at Dave)….Metal.
Dave: ugh! Of course! I can't believe it's been so long since that day.
Dr. Dave: Could you please describe that day to me?
Dave: Okay yeah, here we go.
Dave: So we begin seven years ago.. I was just a normal SCP at a facility pretty similar to this one. (Dave looks around) The reason why the kept me in here was because I was a sentient box and could make anything out of boxes. (Dave proceeds to generate a cardboard rose out of it's wrist)
Dr. Dave: Uh.. Thanks. I'll be sure to give this to my wife. Anyways, please continue.
Dave: One day I was playing with one of my cardboard boxes when I realized it had some weird wet spot. So I went up to and my cell door and asked if they could give me a new box. At the time I couldn't make my own boxes, I had to rely on the lousy guards. Of course the day I ask them, they're on their coffee break. So I decided to sit in the middle of my cell, breathe, and somehow I created my own clone. I called him Scp-5642-2 because I knew the facility would call him that.
Dr. Dave: Does this.. "Scp-5642-2" still exist with you?
Dave: Oh yeah, I bet he's, yes HE'S, looking for me as we speak, poor guy's probably alone in the city. I gotta hang out with him more.
Dr. Dave: We can discuss him later, for now I need to know how you transformed everything into boxes.
Dave: Okay, so.. After I made Scp-5642-2, I had a feeling that my powers were growing, aaand right I was. I was able to form an box RPG and blast the door down. I don't know why they didn't make it blast proof, but that't them.
Dr. Dave: Does it hurt to do that?
Dave: (Long Pause) What do you mean?
Dr. Dave: The.. Box making thing, you just made a rose out of you're wrist. Do you not feel pain in any way during that?
Dave: Uh… No I don't think so.. I don't even know if I can feel pain. Apart from water..
Dr. Dave: I'm sorry.. Did you say water?
Dave: Yeah, water. If I we're to drink water in any way.. If it be from bottled, tap, salt, or rain. It would make my body soggy and crumble it down, killing me in the process. It'd be pretty painful. Yet splashing water on my body doesn't harm me, only drinking it does the job.
Dave: So when I was exploring the halls, I came across this tiny little wolf and a guard named Seth. I remember we did some random stuff, but I can't remember exactly. But I remember growing strong enough to the point where I could grow little box people in rapid speeds. Soon those little people grew and quickly took over the facility. We had to put these special type of boxes on they're heads so we could conform them boxes. We grew as an army, drew our swords to anybody that didn't cooperate and dominated everybody in our path. We even got some SCP's on our side, like… Uh… Ok I can't remember but I do know we got some of them. We broke out, infested the city with our ways, and now we're here.. You interviewing me and I'm explaining my story.
Dr. Dave: I see.. Ok, I think we're done here. Stop the interview.
Dave: Bye recording people!
<End Log>
