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SCP-6000, nervous about being photographed
Item #: SCP-6000
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-6000 is to be kept in a humanoid containment cell and be fed 237% of the standard humanoid containment calorie intake.
SCP-6000 is not to be spoken to outside of approved testing. If SCP-6000 needs to be physically restrained for testing, it can be administered 2ml of Theta Class Sedatives via tranquilizer dart prior to experimentation.
SCP-6000 is to be granted access to novels as a reward for good behavior.
Description:
SCP-6000 is a large, sapient, reptilian-mammalian hybrid with bio-luminescent scales. These scales are observed to change color with its emotional state. Its changing colors appear to be its primary form of non-verbal communication.
SCP-6000, Mood chart drawn by SCP-6000 to explain the meaning of its color changes
SCP-6000 has an anomalous ability to form a Psychically and Reality Strengthened Network with any sapient being who forms a close social relationship with it. Members of this social network have increased resistance to cognitohazards and reality altering effects.
This effect has been demonstrated to increase with the size of the creature's social network. Some evidence suggests this is because anomalous effects are distributed across a larger group, lessening the effect on the individual.
SCP-6000 refers to itself as "Synix".
Recovery Log
SCP-6000 was recovered during a Foundation raid on a forested hilltop in rural Wisconsin. The location was determined to have extremely dangerous levels of reality warping activity according to the Foundation's regional sensor readings.
MTF Epsilon-6 was dispatched to investigate and encountered an unknown group in strange robes on the hilltop performing a thaumaturgical ritual using an alchemical circle as a focus.
When Epsilon-6 attempted to communicate with the ritualists, they were met with a hostile response. The individuals appeared to have thaumaturgic abilities, complicating Epsilon-6's response. Nevertheless, Epsilon-6 managed to dispatch these figures with only minor injuries to the task force.
After these unidentified entities were terminated, the alchemical circle collapsed and the area's hume count returned to baseline. SCP-6000 was found in the center of the disrupted circle.
SCP-6000 immediately began attempting to communicate with the task force in a series of alien languages before finally managing to converse with the mobile task force in Iberian Spanish.1
The creature cooperated with the mobile task force and was brought to Site-33 for further examination. Immediately after it arrived, Dr. Samantha Green conducted an interview with the creature. It claimed that it had no knowledge of how it got here and noted it was stocking shelves in a library where it worked when it experienced a strange, throbbing sensation and suddenly found itself on the hilltop when it was recovered.
As the interview progressed to more personal topics, the hume levels of both SCP-6000 and Dr. Green spiked.
Dr. Green immediately removed herself from the interview chamber and the remainder of the interview was conducted over the intercom.
When asked for an explanation for what had happened over the intercom, SCP-6000 described its psychic network ability. It appeared concerned when it learned this was considered an anomalous ability.
Research Logs of SCP-6000:
Transcriber's note: In order to verify SCP-6000's claims and create social bonds that would allow for testing of its abilities, cameras and several microphones were placed in its containment unit and several class D-Test subjects were introduced to it as 'live in research assistants' for a series of minor translation projects assigned to it by staff. The group's interactions were observed and compiled here.
<Begin Log>
SCP-6000 is seen curled up in a corner on a large foundation provided cot reading the novel "The Count of Monte Cristo" in the original French. Subject A is seen opening the door to its containment unit.
Subject A: "Uh… Hello?"
SCP-6000 lowers its book. Its skin is a nervous green. It waves mechanically.SCP-6000: Bonjour! I mean, hi. Sorry, good book… Though I'm guessing it's a bit sexist by modern standards. Are you the new research assistants?
The remaining two remaining subjects (B and C) enter, clutching bedrolls.
SCP-6000 looks away, apparently nervous.
SCP-6000: So… What are you all in for?
Subject B: Huh?
SCP-6000 respires audibly.
SCP-6000: You're D Class test subjects right? They told me how you get that job… No offense!
SCP-6000 backs against the wall slightly.
SCP-6000: Everyone makes mistakes and stuff right? I mean…
SCP-6000 looks down and groans.
SCP-6000: Look, they're not letting me out either, so we're in the same boat. What should I say here to minimize my chances of getting shanked in my sleep?
There is a pause.
Subject C begins laughing.
SCP-6000: Uh…
Subject C wipes his eyes.
Subject C: Don't worry about it. The name's Clay.
SCP-6000 takes a step forwards and attempts a smile, its skin color shifting somewhat happy blue.
SCP-6000: Synix. Nice to meet you.
Subject A waves.
Subject A: I'm Abed.
Subject B: And I'm Brun.
Subject B lifts up one leg and mimes a curtsy.
SCP-6000 attempts to duplicate the gesture, but quickly falls over, turning red with pain as it hits the floor.
Subject C rushes forward to check on it.
Subject C: Shit, are you okay?
SCP-6000 groans. Its eyes flicker to subject B.
SCP-6000: C-can you teach me how to do that?
We see the "research team" comprised of SCP-6000 and the subjects examining a few texts and taking notes around a folding table in the non-restricted library.2
B: "Je t'ai fait traduire ça…" Ugh… Synix, I'm pretty sure this book is just fucking with me.
C: At least someone here's getting laid.
SCP-6000 turns an embarrassed pink.
A: You know, it kind of impresses me that they managed to find three multilingual D-Class.
C shrugs.
C: Lots of languages float around in prison. It comes from locking up all the minorities.
SCP-6000 turns a puzzled orange.
SCP-6000: Is that common in this dimension?
C: More so in the American parts of it.
A: Trust me, it happens all over.
B tilts one of the books sideways.
B: Guys, what is this supposed-?
B's words are cut off as she chokes.
SCP-6000 turns a worried green.
SCP-6000: Brun?
B coughs and blood trickles from her lips. A human eye plops out of her mouth, rolling onto the desk.
C backs away, quickly.
C: Oh shit! Security! Memetic-!
C stops as he too starts choking. The rest of the research team swiftly follows him.
Security is seen entering.
SCP-6000 is seen pacing back and forth in her quarters, nervous green from head to tail tip. Dr. Green enters the room and Synix stops.
SCP-6000: Emily! Oh thank heavens is-
Dr. Green: You will address me as Dr. Green, thank you.
Dr. Green surveys the room.
Dr. Green: Subjects A, B, and C are all still recovering in the infirmary. I would like you to explain this to me.
SCP-6000: Explain… there was a memetic threat in one of the books we were translating! One of the books that was supposed to be-!
Dr. Green holds up a hand to stop her.
Dr. Green: I am aware of the fact that anomalous reading material appeared in the unrestricted section of our archive, it is being investigated. However, I'm much more interested in the fact that you recovered before your colleagues. From the description of your abilities you provided, all of you should have been affected equally. How do you explain this discrepancy?3
SCP-6000 turns an irritated yellow.
SCP-6000: Are you serious? I-
SCP-6000 takes in a deep breath and releases it. The yellow fades.
SCP-6000: The memetic effect was split evenly between all four of us, but I'd be willing to bet that, due to my larger size, my larger esophagus was better at coughing up that slurry of nightmares.4 Now will you please tell me if my research team is going to be okay?
Dr. Green nods.
Dr. Green: Fair enough. The roughly equal volumes of materials excreted seems to fit with that hypothesis. Your translation team should be able to return to light duties in a few more days.
SCP-6000: Can I-
Dr. Green: No, you may not visit them. The doctors need their space, and it is, quite frankly, far outside your purview. I will, however, update you if there is anything you need to know. Dismissed.
The doctor leaves. SCP-6000, still a nervous green, returns to its cot and appears to attempt to read. Eventually it places its book aside.
After a short pause staring at the ceiling, SCP-6000 is seen climbing over to the D-Class subjects' bedrolls and lying down across them. It falls asleep on top of them, its nervous green coloration never fades.
Camera system has switched to infrared mode. Subject A is seen moving over to SCP-6000 and gently shaking its shoulder.
A: Synix, are you awake?
SCP-6000 stretches and turns to A. It speaks softly.
SCP-6000: Well I am now, what's up Abed?
A makes a shushing gesture with his hands.
A: Look… I think if there's any chance we have for privacy in this place it's right now. The guard left his post.
SCP-6000 tilts its head, nightvision cannot differentiate coloration, but a dim light is observed.
SCP-6000: Okay… What did you want to talk about then?
A looks back and forth before turning back and speaking more quietly.
A: I want to talk about us getting out of here.
SCP-6000: Getting out of here? Abed, this place is built like a brick inside a brick. What the heck could we possibly do to get out?
A: I don't know yet. Something. You're an anomaly right? Is there anything you can do that you haven't told them? If we can get outside, I can get you somewhere safe. I can get all of us-
SCP-6000 is seen covering its head under a pillow.
SCP-6000: Like I tell basically everyone I've met in this entire dimension, no. I don't have any superpowers… well, I guess the meme protection net thing is considered a big deal here, but it was super normal back home.
SCP-6000 turns to A.
SCP-6000: Abed, I get that you and the others hate it here. I hate it here too, but I'm literally the thing this entire organization was designed to contain. I hardly think they're just going to leave the door open one day and let us go home… not that I'd know how to get to mine.
A: … Is there anyone waiting for you back there?
SCP-6000 pauses for a moment.
SCP-6000: My parents for sure. I have an ex-girlfriend who I was trying to stay friends with too I guess. The other staff at the library I worked at… It's funny, since I got here everyone's made such a big deal about my ability to form connections, but I've never been very good at staying in touch.
SCP-6000 tilts its head.
SCP-6000: You've got someone waiting for you, right?
A:Not exactly…
SCP-6000 tilts its head the other direction.
SCP-6000: Really? It felt like-
A: My daughter thinks I'm dead, Synix. That's what it means to be D-class.
There is a long pause. SCP-6000's colors appear to be shifting.
SCP-6000: If there was anything I could do…
A lets out a breath.
A: I know, Synix. Get some rest. Some books might try to kill us again tomorrow.
They part and go to sleep, though they are observed tossing and turning for several hours.5
B is seen with puffy eyes, wrapped protectively by SCP-6000's bulk. SCP-6000 whistles softly to B as the D class subject catches her breath.
C enters the room, carrying a pair of toasted bagels.
C: Hey Brun,feeling any better?
B laughs.
B: Mostly I'm just feeling stupid. It was over a month ago, right?
SCP-6000: You're still allowed to feel bad. What you saw was, by all accounts pretty darn horrendous. And I can say from experience the effects sucked too.
B sniffles.
B: I just… How does anyone do this job? Do they just build up trauma after trauma until eventually they're ready for a box of their own?
C: From my experience, that's pretty accurate.
SCP-6000: I'm way ahead of the curve then, huh?
B Snorts.
B: I seriously can't believe I was scared of you when we first met. God your scales are soft…
Brun presses herself closer in SCP-6000's chest and SCP-6000 glows an embarrassed pink.
SCP-6000: Yeah, well, the underside at least. I'm all bumpy up top.
B: They're kinda like nails right? I know a pretty great manicurist in LA. Think they'd let us all out for a spa day?
C smiles.
C: We can dream.
Dr. Green enters the room. B disentangles herself from SCP-6000, who sits at an attentive Aqua. C takes a bite of bagel and raises his eyebrow.
Dr. Green: I'm going to ignore the regulation violations I've just observed in the interest of time. I'm happy to report that we've officially confirmed that the renovations on suite three have been completed, so we'll be moving all of you into more comfortable lodgings shortly.
C: Took 'em some time to put all the cameras in huh?
C is ignored.
Dr. Green: You should know that this upgrade does not come for free. You will be undergoing testing to improve our understanding of the psychic network
SCP-6000 turns a concerned green.
SCP-6000: What kind of testing? An upgraded living situation is not worth-
Dr. Green holds up a hand.
Dr. Green: You shall be given more information shortly. In the meantime, I suggest you pack up your personal effects. You will be moving out at 13:00. That will be all.
Dr. Green leaves.
B lets out a shaky breath.
C shakes his head and puts a hand on her shoulder.
SCP-6000 grips subject B more tightly.
The following log is a recorded administrative meeting between SCP-6000 and Dr. Green. SCP-6000 is seen entering the room with a nod.
An armed security officer stands at attention by Dr. Green's desk. His visor is down.
Dr. Green sits behind her desk and examines SCP-6000 as it enters.
Dr. Green: SCP-6000, you wanted to see me on…
She glances at her notes.
Dr. Green: An administrative matter?
SCP-6000 nods. Its color stays a steady aqua.
SCP-6000: Yes, thank you for making the time.
SCP-6000 retrieves a manila file folder from a small see-through pack on its back and places it on Dr. Green's Desk, rearing up slightly to do so.
SCP-6000: I've done performance evaluations on the three D class subjects that were assigned to me since December. As you can see, none of them have had any violent incidents, and all of them have produced results; compiling several reports each on previously untranslated texts as well as reviewing literature for other foundation projects.
SCP-6000 opens the folder on Dr. Green's desk and points to a specific page.
SCP-6000: I've taken the liberty of filling out the formal paperwork for their promotion to C class research assistants. I recognize that they would need to undergo psych evaluations in order to advance to that level. As such, I seek your approval as head researcher on this project to expedite that process.
Dr. Green Stares blankly at the manila folder for a moment.
She turns back to SCP-6000.
Dr. Green: Your request is denied. Is there anything else?
SCP-6000's scales grow considerably more yellow, though it takes several deep breaths and they fade back to a more composed teal.
SCP-6000: May I ask your reasoning for the denial?
Dr. Green stares at it, impassive.
Dr. Green: Aside from the fact that they are still required in their current testing position? Because what you were proposing would establish a precedent that high performing D class personnel can become full members of the Foundation in spite of their criminal records. That is a potential security risk.
Dr. Green lifts herself out of her chair with her cane and opens the filing cabinet behind her desk. She pulls out a manila folder from it and opens it.
Dr. Green: Your team consists of a man who smuggled anomalies for Marshall, Carter and Dark, a woman who dealt unsafe anomalous drugs to thousands of people, and a former field agent of ours who disobeyed orders endangering the lives of those under him.
Dr. Green closes the folder and turns back to SCP-6000.
Dr. Green: I recognize that these people have done excellent work that has saved lives. I am not blind to your team's efforts. But they are, at the end of the day, very dangerous people. I cannot in good conscience give people like that any measure of freedom.
SCP-6000: People can change. And the precedent of former D class joining the foundation is already well established. Several of the exploration logs I've read have included testing administrators offering-Dr. Green: A D class may be rewarded for performing admirably in the field by being transferred to a less dangerous post, but once you are a D class that designation cannot be removed. To do so would to compromise the safety of the personnel they work with.
Dr. Green raises an eyebrow.
Dr. Green: Do you believe that these personnel would be safer transferred to an SCP other than SCP-6000?
SCP-6000 grows more yellow, but stays steady on her claws.
SCP-6000: No, thank you doctor.
Dr. Green sits down.
Dr. Green: Will there be anything else?
SCP-6000 nods.
SCP-6000: There is a book that I've left with security that I would recommend being placed in the restricted wing immediately.
Dr. Green: Yes, I was informed that you were concerned about its contents. May I ask why?
SCP-6000: It is a Proto-Daevite textbook on necromancy. I didn't finish translating it, but the sections I did…
SCP-6000 turns deep green with fear, mixed with splotches of brown indicating disgust.
SCP-6000: The first spell I decoded was a way to kill muscle tissue inside a living host to drive them insane with pain as their flesh rotted away from within. The second was a way to merge the corpses of infants into a single mass that could be used as a foot soldier or… pleasuring instrument.
SCP-6000 looks away.
SCP-6000: There is nothing in that book that I can think of that would be usable by anyone with even the faintest shred of a soul. I don't want to destroy knowledge, but I recognize when it is dangerous. Please lock up that book so it can't hurt anyone.
Dr. Green:… I see. I shall see that the tome is secured properly. Good work.
SCP-6000 yellows with irritation.
SCP-6000: Thank you Doctor. I assure you I couldn't have possibly done it without my team.
SCP-6000 leaves.6
SCP-6000 is shown sitting in a test chamber. Its scale's are a mix of green and yellow, indicating it is experiencing anxious irritation. Its left foreclaws tap rhythmically against the tile floor
SCP-6000: Can we please hurry this up? I have a possible Alagaddan bestiary that needs some seriously careful examin-
The door to the test chamber is opened and Subject C is wheeled inside, restrained to a chair. The door is sealed. SCP-6000 stops tapping the floor. Its scales turn very dark green.
C: Hi kid.
SCP-6000 turns to the camera in a fast motion, the scales on its back are upraised and bright yellow.
SCP-6000: What the fuck is going on?
Dr. Green's Voice is heard on the intercom.
Dr. Green: SCP-6000, please use your teeth or claws to remove Subject C's left pinky finger.
SCP-6000 is seen backing against the wall, far away from Subject C.
SCP-6000: Okay, no. Absolutely not. You already have all of the data you could ever possibly need on my bite force, you have no reason-
Dr. Green: We are not testing your bite force.
SCP-6000: My empathy then? Because I will sit here and die of dehydration before I fucking dismember a friend for your fucking amusement!
Dr. Green: Lack of cooperation will result in your Privileges-
SCP-6000: Has the ethics committee even been informed of this 'experiment'? Regulations state-
Dr. Green: 5427, this is not a court room. You will comply with my orders or face the consequences.
SCP-6000's scales flash bright yellow… Then change to blue and red.
SCP-6000: "We cannot. They may torture my body, break my bones, even kill me. Then, they will have my dead body — not my obedience."
There is an extended silence.
Dr. Green: Security, please-
C: Wait! Synix, listen to me. I need you to take my finger.
SCP-6000: What!? No!
C: Synix, once upon a time I was a field agent for these suits. I know what happens when you disobey Foundation orders. What you're doing… it's not going to do either of us any good.
SCP-6000 scales flash through a multitude of different colors rapidly.
SCP-6000: This… This crazy Clay… It's not right. I don't think I can…
C: This Isn't about right and wrong Synix. This is about living to fight another day… Please. Just do what they want.
SCP-6000's scales shift to an extremely bright yellow. It extends its claws and slashes them against the concrete wall behind her, leaving approximately two cm grooves.
SCP-6000's scales shift back to green.
SCP-6000: Fuck… Fine.
SCP-6000 tears a small piece of fabric off of Subject C's shirt. It ties the piece of fabric between the subject's proximal phalange and metacarpal. It then begins grinding its right fore-claw against the concrete floor.
Dr. Green: SCP-5-
SCP-6000: Green, if I am doing this, I am doing it right. Let me sharpen my fucking claw.
SCP-6000 finishes its sharpening and. tears another wad of fabric from Subject C's shirt. It offers the bundle to Subject C. Subject C bites down on the wadded cloth with a nod.
SCP-6000 puts its claw around Subject C's finger and turns to the camera, its scales fade to a dark black.
SCP-6000 cracks the joint on subject C's finger backward and severs the skin, muscle, and ligament connecting subject C's finger in a sharp motion. Subject C cries out and bites down hard on the cloth in his mouth. The process takes a full second to complete as the finger's soft tissue require a sawing motion for SCP-6000's claws to cut through.
SCP-6000 raises up the severed finger to the camera.
Subject C spits the cloth out onto the floor.
C: I… Ugh… I formally request immediate medical attention.
Dr. Green: They've already been paged.
Recording ends.7
Incident logs for SCP-6000
SCP-6000 is seen sitting in its suite on the couch in its secure suite's small lounge. A film is playing on the small television in front of it.
It is flanked by subjects A and B, also watching the Film.
All the standard lights go out, replaced by the site's red emergency lights.
A: What the-?
There is a large explosion that shakes the room. The camera flickers.
The trio is seen holding their hands/fore-claws up. a gunman wearing a hoodie with a (digitally removed in our recordings) malevolent meme on it is pointing an AK-47 assault rifle at the group.
Gunman: All of you will be coming with-
He is interrupted by Subject C appearing from behind him and smashing a chair over his head.
The gunman slumps to the ground and Subject C snatches up the AK-47, swiftly firing a point blank shot into the gunman's center of mass.
The gunman does not move.
B: Holy shit.
Subject A immediately rushes over and tears the hostile meme on the Gunman's hoodie.
A: Fucking thing was giving me a headache… I get the sense it would be a lot worse without you around Synix. Thanks.
SCP-6000: Uh… Sure. No problem. Who was that guy?
Subject A pulls a .9 mm pistol from the dead gunman's gear and checks it in a practiced motion.
A: No idea. But this might be our chance. If we can get outside the perimeter-
Subject C shakes his head.
C: We'd be shot down instantly. If not by the foundation then by these jokers.
A: Damn it, I have to take that chance. I-
Subject C holds up a bandaged left hand.
C: You need out. Trust me, I get it. But if we run, the Foundation will never stop hunting us. They'll go after everyone we care about to get under our skin, and I know for a fact that's the last thing you want.
A: So what? We just stay here as slaves?
Subject C grins.
C: No. We save the day.
Security footage of the Site-33 conference room shows Dr. Green and Dr. Thompson curled up on the ground sobbing in pain. Their arms and legs are bound with zip ties.
Two gunmen are in the room, dressed in the same uniform as the other assailants. One of them watches their hostages while the other sifts through the research material on the table, apparently looking for something.
The guard on watch is bowled over by SCP-6000. It immediately tears out the assailant's throat with its teeth.
The second assailant looks up. Subject A immediately enters the room and fires his stolen pistol.
The second assailant falls to the floor, dead.
Subject B enters behind him and immediately starts tearing the hoodies of the dead assailants, destroying the harmful memes. Subject C follows close behind, watching the door. SCP-6000 staggers back from the gunman it killed. Its scales are sharp green.
SCP-6000 Holy shit… Okay. I just killed someone. Holy fuck… Clay, you were wrong. This is absolutely nothing like Hunting Quanna.
Subject B pats SCP-6000 on the back.
B: Right there with you. Oy! Commando boys! Is the room clear?
Subject A turns back to B and gestures to the research staff on the floor.
A: No hostiles, but destroying the meme doesn't seem to have brought these folks back. And they sure didn't teach anti-memetic medicine back in MC&D.
B: Shit. Okay, Synix, wipe your face off and hug them.
SCP-6000: What? What are you talking about? What will that do?
B: Your powers work on emotional connection right?
Subject B points to Dr. Thompson.
B: That guy's name is George Thompson. He's got a husband and two kids, one of whom is some sort of violin prodigy. He baked the cookies that showed up in the lounge last week and he's one of the researchers who filed a formal letter of protest over the finger incident. That sound like someone who deserves to suffer?
Subject B is observed to glow pink, indicating embarrassment. It moves toward Dr. Thompson and embraces him. It begins humming softly to the sobbing researcher.
All members of the psychic network are shown to experience brief pain responses, which quickly fade. Dr. Thompson's sobs fade. He stares at SCP-6000.
Dr. Thompson: W-what?
SCP-6000 lays him back down on the floor.
SCP-6000: Hey… Doing okay? I know Personal space violations aren't cool. Also, in order to get you out of that meme fugue I had to shove you in my psychic network which I'm sure is the last thing you wanted-
Dr. Thompson holds up a hand.
Dr. Thompson: Don't worry about it. I appreciate your help SCP-6000. What's our status? Has Epsilon-6 arrived yet? They should have been alerted when the power was cut.
C: Unknown. We know they're breaking into containment cells because they blasted a hole into ours.
Dr. Thompson rushes to the conference room computer terminal.
Dr. Thompson Can your team secure this room? I can try to access the backup security feeds from here to determine-
Dr. Thompson notices Dr. Green still on the floor.
Dr. Thompson: 5427, can you cure her?
SCP-6000 shakes its head.
SCP-6000: Sorry… I… I'm pretty sure it wouldn't work.
Dr. Thompson nods.
Dr. Thompson: Alright then. I'll see if I can't bring the cameras back on line.
C: Don't bother doc! The cavalry's here!
Subject C lowers his weapon and waves out the door.
C: Damn if you boys aren't-
A gunshot is heard.
Subject C collapses to the floor.
SCP-6000 rushes up to Subject C.
SCP-6000: CLAY!
The view from the hallway camera is shown. SCP-6000 stands over the body of subject C.
A strike team from MTF Epsilon-6 stands at the other end of the hall in tactical formation with Weapons drawn.Epsilon-6 Strike Commander: Move away from the body and get down on ground!
SCP-6000 does not move. Its scales are solid brown.
It begins to sing.
SCP-4527: Semla ji bore gonecha dihuli
Epsilon-6 Strike Commander: I am not asking again! On the ground, now!
SCP-6000's scales begin to glow a soft white. It continues.
SCP-6000: Shoma sifale golasho miduli…
SCP-6000 takes a step forward, bright colors cover its scales, projecting themselves on to the wall. The sound of unknown instruments is recorded with no known origin.
SCP-6000:Shode, bibarone ju gala je…
The strike team lowers their weapons. They later report having felt "deep and inexplicable shame."
The music swells.SCP-6000: Shoma dielo, shigala de-ray…
The music reaches a soft creshendo. Then it fades away. SCP-6000's scales lose their bright color and grow dark green and brown.
Epsilon-6 Strike Commander: What… What should we do?
SCP-6000 falls at their feet. A tear is observed on its face.8
SCP-6000: Please just let him live…
Interview conducted By Dr. Green after the containment breach resulting in SCP-6000 revealing its powers of song.
The video feed shows SCP-6000 muzzled behind an interview table flanked by a pair of security officers.
The video feed is in black and white due to equipment failure following the breach.
Dr. Green enters the room.
Dr. Green: Okay SCP-6000 , here’s how this is going to work. If I hear so much as a note out of you I am going to activate the countermeasures. Nod if you understand.
SCP-6000 is seen nodding its head on the recording and a security officer undoes its muzzle.
SCP-6000: Is Clay okay?
Dr. Green: Subject C is fine, he’s being treated.
SCP-6000: Thank you… I suppose you want to know what that was all about?
Dr. Green: Indeed. You understand of course that your comfortable containment has always hinged on your complete cooperation?
Its coloration cannot be determined, but it does not appear to change in response to Dr. Green's statement.
SCP-6000: I have cooperated. I’ve told you everything I remember about back home. I didn't think the song would do anything. I’ve only ever seen it used by other Korrans, in another dimension. Would you have liked me to provide you with superstitious speculation without data to back it Dr. Green?
Dr. Green: Don't be glib. Now tell me, what was that song?
SCP-6000:… That information's worth something, isn't it?
Dr. Green: You are in no position to bargain.
SCP-6000: Oh, I think I am. And frankly after what happened to Clay, you owe me anyway.
Dr. Green does not appear happy.
Dr. Green: What do you want?
SCP-6000: I want you to stop killing the people I care about. Give them new jobs.
Dr. Green narrows her eyes.
Dr. Green: Your "friends" are D-Class test subjects. You know what that means.
SCP-6000: And because of your tests and security measures, they are literally the only people in this entire dimension that I consider family. So do you want to know what that little ditty was or not?
Dr. Green appears to consider this.
Dr. Green: Very well. This session is being recorded and you have my word. You may consider them C Class Aides to your translation work. I'll come up with a formal title for their unit later. Now talk.
SCP-6000's colors shift.
SCP-6000: Okay, look. When I was a really little girl, my mother… gods, I miss her. She told me that if the monsters from outside ever came I was supposed to sing the song of peace and it would give me enough time to run to safety. When Clay went down I just sort of… reverted.
Dr. Green: That’s it? A moment of childish whimsy spurred a reality altering event?
SCP-6000: I told you what I know.
Dr. Green lets out a long sigh and shakes her head.
Dr. Green: Alright then. Considering you and your pet D-Class saved Thompson, I think we can give you the benefit of the doubt, for now. There will be further testing though. Consider yourself lucky, SCP-6000.
SCP-6000: … Are you ever going to say my name?
Dr. Green shakes her head.
Dr. Green: People get names. Anomalies get numbers.
Interview ends.
Revised Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-6000 is not allowed to leave Foundation facilities without at least four members of Site-33 present. It is not allowed into civilian populated areas under any circumstances.
The entity has been granted provisional L01 Security Access and has been allowed access to the Anomalous Humanoid wing of Site-33. SCP-6000's provisional L01 Security Access does allow it to access non-classified research material, but any access to restricted material must be reported to the Site Director.
Site staff other than members of MTF Epsilon-12C ("The Lizard Pals") are not to engage SCP-6000 in any conversation beyond basic pleasantries or make any other attempt at forming a deeper relationship with it.
Any non-authorized personnel at risk of becoming attached to SCP-6000 are to be transferred to a new site immediately.
The entity is to be housed with MTF Epsilon-12C in a suite of rooms at Site-33. SCP-6000 is to be given access to foundation equipment and approved files when performing research mission duties specified by the Site Director.
SCP-6000 is not to sing outside of designated soundproofed locations under any circumstance.
Site Director Nakamura's Note: Thaumaturgical analysis of the type blue abilities used to breach our security showed a similar signature to that found at SCP-6000's recovery site.
The book stolen by the assailants was titled "The Songs of Dancing Colors".
SCP-6000's good will seems genuine, but whatever this group is, there is something about it they do not want us to know.
Dr. Green also requested that all copies of the Personnel Administration Policy Guide be removed from the Site's unrestricted library.
This request is pending review.
Three separate Ethics complaints were filed about this experiment. They remain in process.
After this experiment, Dr. Green filed a formal request to have all references to Mahatma Ghandi removed from the unrestricted section of the site library. This request was denied.
When asked for the purpose of this experiment, Dr. Green claimed she wanted to observe if there were notable changes to a person's memetic response when they could no longer consider SCP-6000 a friend. Dr. Green agrees that the experiment was poorly designed. Although she claims Subject C merely should have been gagged in advance of testing.
