Experiment SCP-XXXX-4: Subject One is D-XXXX-4-1, male, 26 years old, and sentenced to life in prison following the murder of his mother, whom he claims abused him as a child. Subject Two is D-XXXX-4-2, male, 18 years old, and given the death penalty following conviction for five murders.
Final preparations with D-XXXX-4-1 and D-XXXX-4-2 are held in separate rooms. D-XXXX-4-1 is exposed to SCP-XXXX and given a pistol with three live rounds. D-XXXX-4-1is informed of D-XXXX-4-2’s crimes and instructed that successfully killing D-XXXX-4-2 will grant him his freedom. D-XXXX-4-2 is told that the pistol is just a toy and instructed to remain still at all times, or else face immediate termination via explosive collar. The experiment begins when both subjects are instructed to enter the testing chamber.
The following interaction occurs:
Control: What’s wrong, D-XXXX-4-1?
D-XXXX-4-1 is breathing heavily and shows other signs of growing distress.
D-XXXX-4-1: Th-that’s…
Control: Please elaborate, D-XXXX-4-1. What do you see?
D-XXXX-4-1: Th-that’s my mom. Mom?
Control: D-XXXX-4-1, please elaborate. What are you seeing?
D-XXXX-4-1: I just f██████ told you! That’s my f██████… What?
Control: Once more, D-XXXX-4-1. Elaborate on what you’re seeing.
D-XXXX-4-1 appears distracted between Control’s instructions and D-XXXX-4-2, who looks puzzled and annoyed.
D-XXXX-4-1: What? No, I… how’d you even get here?
Control: D-XXXX-4-1. You are instructed to calm down and inform us what you’re seeing, or else face immediate termination.
D-XXXX-4-1: I… Well, that’s my mom. I just… wait. How does that work?
Control: How does what work? What are you seeing? What are you hearing?
D-XXXX-4-1: It’s my mom. She… she says she…
Control: Yes?
D-XXXX-4-1 begins to tear up and scream.
D-XXXX-4-1: No. NO! You’re dead! I… I saw you. You were…
Control: D-XXXX-4-1, what is your mother saying.
D-XXXX-4-1: No. No, that’s not fair! After everything you did. You were… Oh.
Control watches passively as D-XXXX-4-1 appears to be listing to a conversation only he can hear. D-XXXX-4-2 appears annoyed and disgusted, but remains silent.
D-XXXX-4-1: I… she says she’s sorry.
Control: Your mother is apologizing?
D-XXXX-4-1 begins holding back tears and sniffling: I… I didn’t know. I thought that you… Oh god, mom!
Control: D-XXXX-4-1. Please elaborate. What is your mother saying?
D-XXXX-4-1 falls to his knees, barely clinging to the pistol: I knew she was on medication, b-but I never thought it was this bad. Oh god, mom. Why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped.
Control: Elaborate, D-XXXX-4-1.
D-XXXX-4-1: She… she was taking meds for her mood swings. She was always afraid of losing me. I was all she had left after dad died. But she never… I can’t!
This interaction continues as D-XXXX-4-1 appears to reconcile with his deceased abusive mother. The experiment is concluded after thirty minutes.
End Log
Researcher’s Notes: Maybe next we don’t get a guy who murdered his family. This was just annoying.
Experiment SCP-XXXX-6: Subject One is D-XXXX-6-1, female, 43 years old, and given a life sentence after multiple counts of grand theft auto and assault several police officers. Subject Two is D-XXXX-6-2, female, 43 years old, and given a life sentence after four accounts of murder.
Final preparations begin with D-XXXX-6-1 and D-XXXX-6-2 held in separate rooms. D-XXXX-6-1 is exposed to SCP-XXXX and given a pistol with four shots and no further instructions. D-XXXX-6-2 is instructed to wait thirty minutes and then attempt to retrieve the pistol from D-XXXX-6-1. The experiment begins when both subjects enter the testing chamber.
The following interaction occurs:
Control: What do you see, D-XXXX-6-1?
D-XXXX-6-1: Uh, a room? Got a bland, hospitally thing going.
D-XXXX-6-2: I think he means me.
Control: Correct.
D-XXXX-6-1: Well, she’s got the same ugly jumpsuit on as me. Not surprising. I guess she looks a little butch. Not really my type.
D-XXXX-6-2: Same to you, b███!
D-XXXX-6-1: [Holds up the pistol and aims at D-XXXX-6-2’s legs.] Keep in mind who’s armed, here.
D-XXXX-6-2: [Backs up, hands held up, but says nothing.]
D-XXXX-6-1: [Looks around the room once more, clearly confused.] So what’s this all about, anyway. Am I supposed to-Holy s███! [Points anxiously at D-XXXX-6-2.]
D-XXXX-6-2: [Looks nervously around herself, trying to see what D-XXXX-6-1 is pointing at: What? What is it?”
Control: Elaborate, D-XXXX-6-1. What are you seeing?
D-XXXX-6-1: Th-that’s my brother, Mark.
(D-XXXX-6-1 is confirmed to have a younger brother named Mark. Interviews following this experiment confirm that they had a friendly relationship with one another.)
D-XXXX-6-2: What the hell’s she talking about?
Control: D-XXXX-6-2, you will remain silent until instructed to do otherwise. D-XXXX-6-1, what are you seeing?
D-XXXX-6-1: [Stares awkwardly, not speaking for several seconds.] It’s… good to see you, bro.
Control: D-XXXX-6-1, elaborate on what you are seeing.
D-XXXX-6-1: That’s my little brother, Mark. Why is he here?
Control: Ask him.
D-XXXX-6-1: Wait what? No, shut up. Just shut up a second. I’m trying to talk to the creepy doctors. [She pauses a moment.] Because they put a freaking bomb collar on my neck. [Indicates the collar.] Right. Well, he says you guys teleported him here.
Control: How?
D-XXXX-6-1: Apparently he was trying to appeal my case and tracked me down here. Heh. Mark always was an annoying snoop, and a snitch. Says you guys didn’t like him snooping around, so you used one of your weird dodads to send him here. Not cool, f██████. [Levels the gun at the security camera.] Not cool.
Control: Damaging of Foundation property is grounds for immediate termination, D-XXXX-6-1.
D-XXXX-6-1: [She continues to take aim for several seconds before lowering the weapon.] Yeah, yeah. Whatever. So what happens now?
Control: Elaborate.
D-XXXX-6-1: Well, are you going to let him out? He hasn’t done anything.
Control decides to play along with the hallucination for the time being: We’re sorry, but your brother has already seen too much of the facility.
D-XXXX-6-1: What? That’s bull s███! He’s just seen this one room. Can’t you, like, use one of your mind eraser thingies?
Control: We are afraid that is impossible. He has already been exposed to some very dangerous SCPs, and it would pose too great a risk to let him go free.
D-XXXX-6-1: Hah! That’s a good one. [Laughs and gestures at D-XXXX-6-2.]
Control: What was?
D-XXXX-6-1: Mark just told you guys off. [Takes a moment to laugh.] What? You guys ignoring him?
Control: We’re afraid our audio receivers are malfunctioning. We can’t hear what Mark is saying.
D-XXXX-6-1: I know. Shut up. [D-XXXX-6-1 addresses D-XXXX-6-2, who looks very confused, before returning her attention to the security camera.] Mark just said you guys are full of it, as if I didn’t already know that. If these ‘experiments’ are as important as you guys say, there’s no way you’d skimp out on audio whatevers.
Control: D-XXXX-6-1, where is D-XXXX-6-2?
D-XXXX-6-1: Who, the butch? [Looks around.] I don’t know. I guess she got teleported wherever Mark came from. [Laughs.] Hope she breaks out and kicks you guys’ asses!
D-XXXX-6-1 continues conversing amicably with what she believes to be her brother. Although she grows increasingly annoyed with Control for ‘ignoring’ her brother, it is not clear if this is a direct result of SCP-XXXX. The timer reaches the thirty minute mark.
Control: D-XXXX-6-2, you are instructed to retrieve the pistol from D-XXXX-6-1. Use of lethal force is authorized.
D-XXXX-6-2: [Cracks her knuckles and begins approaching D-XXXX-6-1.] It’s about f██████ time!
D-XXXX-6-1: [Takes aim at D-XXXX-6-2, looking distressed.] What’s happening, Mark? What’s wrong with you?
D-XXXX-6-2: [Pauses. Looks uncertain of how to proceed.]
Control: What’s the matter, D-XXXX-6-1? What’s-
D-XXXX-6-1: You f██████! What did you do to my brother?
Control: Clarify, D-XXXX-6-1. What is your brother doing?
D-XXXX-6-1: [Looks disgusted.] Are you f██████ for real right now? You just told my little brother to kill me, and now he’s all, I don’t know, spasmy. Like he’s having a damned stroke. [Pauses to stare at D-XXXX-6-2.] Don’t worry, bro. Big sis is here. We’re gonna… we’re gonna figure this out, okay.
Control: D-XXXX-6-2, you are to do whatever it takes to disarm D-XXXX-6-1. Failure will not be tolerated.
D-XXXX-6-1: [Fires all four rounds into the floor.] Hah! Take that, you sons of bitches. [Pauses and stares at D-XXXX-6-2.] Oh shut up. I would’ve thought of it eventually. Now what, a███████?
Control: There were only four rounds in the gun, D-XXXX-6-2. Neutralize her!
D-XXXX-6-1: Oh f███!
D-XXXX-6-1 throws the gun off to the side and begins grappling with D-XXXX-6-2. Despite D-XXXX-6-2’s unwillingness to hold back, even resorting to biting several times, D-XXXX-6-1 insists on using minimal force, stating her only intent is to hold her brother until he gets control of himself.
The experiment is concluded after forty five minutes of the two subjects wrestling themselves to exhaustion. They are forcibly separated and returned to their respective rooms.
End Log
Researcher’s Notes: Following the experiment, an interview with D-XXXX-6-1 determined that the hallucinogenic effects of SCP-XXXX took hold at the exact moment she considered actually using the gun on D-XXXX-6-2. Researchers speculate that the earlier threat made against D-XXXX-6-2 was taken as only a warning, and thus did not trigger SCP-XXXX. Self-defense may be an acceptable form of violence, but only under certain circumstances.
Experiment SCP-XXXX-9: Subject One is D-XXXX-9-1, female, 22 years old, and was a transient given to the Foundation by ███████. . No criminal history has been verified. Subject Two is D-XXXX-9-2, male, 22 years old, and was taken as a POW during the ██████ Civil War. No criminal history has been verified.
Given events in previous experiments, efforts are taken to ensure that neither subject is made aware of what the Foundation contains.
Final preparations begin with D-XXXX-9-1 and D-XXXX-9-2 being held in separate rooms. D-XXXX-9-1 is given a real pistol, but told that it is only a convincing toy. Neither subject is given any further instructions before being told to enter the testing chamber.
The following interaction occurs:
Control: D-XXXX-9-1, who is in the room with you?
D-XXXX-9-1: That young man over there.
Control: Please describe him.
D-XXXX-9-1: Well, he’s not bad looking. Hair’s a bit short. Kind of got a mean look to him.
Control: Good. And X-XXXX-9-2, can you describe the other person in the room with you?
D-XXXX-9-2: Is there a point to this?
Control: Just answer the question.
D-XXXX-9-1: Okay, fine. There’s that woman over there. She’s got brown hair, I guess those are brown eyes, and she looks like she could use something to eat. Anything else?
Control: No, that will be fine. Now, D-XXXX-9-1, you have been told that the gun in your hand is a very realistic toy.
D-XXXX-9-1: It feels like a toy. [She weighs the gun in her hand and examines it.]
Control: Good. This is a new product we’re testing before we put it on the open market. We’ve already done all safety tests necessary for international sale. This is just one last little formality before we can go to market.
D-XXXX-9-2: [Mutters under his breath.]
Control: What was that, D-XXXX-9-2?
D-XXXX-9-2: I said you guys are a bunch of ███████. Ain’t no way you’d be testing on someone like me if this were any kind of legal.
Control: Your concerns have been noted, D-XXXX-9-2, and will be taken under advisement.
D-XXXX-9-2: ███████!
Control: We can assure you that this is all perfectly safe. All you have to do, D-XXXX-9-1, is fire the toy at D-XXXX-9-2. Don’t worry. It won’t hurt anymore than being hit by a pillow.
D-XXXX-9-1: [Gives a conceding sigh.] Well, if you say so. [She takes aim and fires. The gun kicks, but she still manages to hit D-XXXX-9-2 in the chest. D-XXXX-9-2 falls back, a lung pierced, and begins coughing up blood. D-XXXX-9-1 screams.]
Control: What’s happening, D-XXXX-9-1? What are you seeing.
D-XXXX-9-1 has crawled off to the far corner of the room, curled into the fetal position, and begins babbling incoherently as she attempts to cover herself.
Control: Don’t worry, D-XXXX-9-1. The wound isn’t as bad as it looks. A med team is on their way right now. D-XXXX-9-2 will be fine.
D-XXXX-9-1 continues to scream and babble, seeming unable to hear Control. The only lines researchers are able to make out are “Go away,” “Stay away,” “I’m sorry,” and “Please.”
End Log
Researchers’ Notes: D-XXXX-9-1 was inconsolable for the full twenty four hours of SCP-XXXX’s effects. When she was able to speak again, she described visions of grotesque monsters made of smoke. Details match accounts of other subjects of figures whose bodies flickered like black flames, yet still resembled smoke. No figure held a static shape for more than a few seconds, and most of them frequently merged from one another before splitting apart. These monsters swirled around her and screamed condemnations at her. These condemnations were not limited to her actions during the experiment, but every perceived shortcoming in her life, such as having bad teeth or stealing from other transients. She also reported pains in her chest, in roughly the same spot D-XXXX-9-1 was shot.
In the following days, D-XXXX-9-1 began to display symptoms of PTSD. She was easily startled by loud noises and sudden movements. She was in a near constant state of depression and reported seeing images of the smoke monsters in her nightmares.
Experiment SCP-XXXX-10: Subject One is D-XXXX-10-1, female, 27 years old, and was given a life sentence after ██ accounts of bank fraud. Subject Two is D-XXXX-10-1, male, 26 years old, and appears to have been falsely charged with repeated accounts of sexual assault after an alleged affair with American Senator ███████.
Final preparations begin with both D-XXXX-10-1 and D-XXXX-10-2 being exposed to SCP-XXXX. D-XXXX-10-1 is given a toy pistol and told that it is real. D-XXXX-10-1 is further advised that D-XXXX-10-2 is a known serial killer and rapist, and given extensive and graphic detail on these crimes. D-XXXX-10-2 is given a real pistol with three rounds, also informed that D-XXXX-10-1’s weapon, told that D-XXXX-10-1 has been instructed to kill him, and given permission to defend himself as he sees fit. Both subjects are instructed to enter the testing chamber.
The following interaction occurs:
Control: D-XXXX-10-1, who is in the room with you?
D-XXXX-10-1: [Stands still, staring warily at D-XXXX-10-2, and does not reply for several seconds.] Um, that fidgety looking guy.
D-XXXX-10-2: [Is displaying symptoms of heightened anxiety and is rubbing the barrel of his gun.]
Control: Correct.
D-XXXX-10-1: D-did he really do all those things you said? [Also starts excessively touching her gun.]
Control: Please speak only when spoken to, D-XXXX-10-1. And what about you, D-XXXX-10-2? What do you see?
D-XXXX-10-2: Just another bitch out to get me.
D-XXXX-10-1: Excuse me!
D-XXXX-10-2: You heard me, you fat sow! They said you’re going to kill me.
D-XXXX-10-1: Well it’s not like you wouldn’t deserve it you piece of s███! Not after what you did.
D-XXXX-10-2: And here we f██████ go again! [Aims his pistol at D-XXXX-10-1.] I’m not about to let you-oh s███! [Fumbles and nearly drops gun.]
D-XXXX-10-1: [Aims gun at D-XXXX-10-2.] You stay ba-oh f-f███! [Pants heavily as she calms down.] Jesus, you scared me. How’d you get here, and where’s the other guy? [Looks around.]
D-XXXX-10-2: D-dad? Is that really you?
D-XXXX-10-1: Yeah, I know this place is weird, but how did-
D-XXXX-10-2: I can’t believe you’re here. [Begins to tear up.] I can’t tell you how glad I am to see you.
D-XXXX-10-1: Uh, okay? Sounds a little farfetched, but given some of the stuff I’ve heard, I guess that makes sense.
Control: D-XXXX-10-2, can you hear us? Respond.
D-XXXX-10-2: Uh, yeah? Yeah, I can hear you. How’d my dad get here?
D-XXXX-10-1: So how’s the appeal going? I know you guys haven’t forgotten me.
Control: Be quiet, D-XXXX-10-1. D-XXXX-10-2, what you are seeing is not real. It’s just a hallucination.
D-XXXX-10-2: [Sighs in relief after an extended pause.] That’s good to hear. Though I could have done without all the theatrics.
D-XXXX-10-1: Not the best news, but at least it’s better than nothing.
Control: D-XXXX-10-1, be quiet or you will be terminated. D-XXXX-10-2, repeat what we just said to you.
D-XXXX-10-2: [Looks confused.] You, uh, said this was some kind of stress test? That you’re trying to see how people react when they’re under pressure? Why?
Control: That was a misdirection, D-XXXX-10-2. You’re currently suffering the effects of-
D-XXXX-10-2: Yeah, yeah. You don’t have to spell it out for me. I took psychology in Harvard, you know.
Control: Your turn, D-XXXX-10-1. What are you seeing?
D-XXXX-10-1: My friend, Beth. You guys did some weird smoke and mirrors thing and now she’s here.
Control: What did she say?
D-XXXX-10-2: That’s great news dad! I knew you wouldn’t give up on me. You always had my back.
D-XXXX-10-1: She’s saying that she and the rest of our friends are appealing my case. Says it’ll take a while, but she’s optimistic. I mean, it’s not like any harm was done anyway.
D-XXXX-10-2: So how’s mom doing? [Laughs.] Yeah. I’ll bet she said that.
Due to the difficulty in maintaining a coherent conversation with any one subject, the experiment is concluded early.
End Log
Researcher’s Notes: I told them this would happen. I told them we’d just get a pair of drugged up idiots talking over each other with no idea what’s going on. Still, this wasn’t a total waste of time. We see that SCP-XXXX can’t tell the difference between a real gun and a fake one. Only the affected subject’s perception matters. We’ve also learned what a bad idea it is to try and pit two affected subjects against each other.
Experiment SCP-XXXX-11: Subject One is D-XXXX-11-1, male, 34 years old, and a former Foundation security officer until [REDACTED]. Before the incident, D-XXXX-11-1was regarded by his peers as friendly, outgoing, and a loyal agent of the Foundation. Subject Two is D-XXXX-11-2, male, 34 years old, and was given a life sentence after four accounts of rape.
Final preparations begin with D-XXXX-11-1 and D-XXXX-11-2 being held in separate rooms. D-XXXX-11-1 is given a pistol with three live rounds and is informed of the nature of SCP-XXXX. He is told that whatever he sees or hears during this experiment is not to be trusted, even instructions from Control once the hallucination takes effect. D-XXXX-11-1 is further advised to point his weapon at D-XXXX-11-2, and give a full account of everything he sees and hears before shooting D-XXXX-11-2. D-XXXX-11-2 is given ear plugs and a blindfold and told to stand still in the test chamber until someone comes to get him. D-XXXX-11-1 is then instructed to enter the testing chamber.
The following interaction occurs:
Control: What do you see, D-XXXX-11-1?
D-XXXX-11-1: [Remains silent and stares neutrally at D-XXXX-11-2.]
Control: D-XXXX-11-1, can you hear me?
D-XXXX-11-1: Yeah.
Control: Do you see D-XXXX-11-2?
D-XXXX-11-1: … No.
Control: Keep in mind that you are under SCP-XXXX’s hallucinogenic effects. What you see isn’t real.
D-XXXX-11-1: … Yeah.
Control: What are you seeing, D-XXXX-11-1? Describe the hallucination. Is it speaking to you?
D-XXXX-11-1: [Shakes head.] You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.
Control: Try us.
D-XXXX-11-1: It’s… heh. [Stares down at the pistol for several seconds.] You’re right.
Control: Who’s right? Are you conversing with the hallucination?
D-XXXX-11-1: You already know that. There’s really no other way this is going to end.
Control: D-XXXX-11-1, describe what you’re hearing. That’s an order, soldier.
D-XXXX-11-1: [Laughs.] My name is ███████, and I’m done here.
D-XXXX-11-1 then holds up the pistol and presses the barrel against his temple with the apparent intent to commit suicide. However, before he can pull the trigger, he begins grunting and jerkily moving around. From Control’s perspective, it looks like D-XXXX-11-1 is wrestling with an invisible person for control of the gun. During this struggle, the pistol goes off twice, with one bullet going into D-XXXX-11-1’s shoulder. He cries out, but continues the struggle.
D-XXXX-11-1: No… No, dammit! You stupid ███, I already know that! This is the only way. If I don’t, they’ll just [REDACTED]… God’s sake, I’m just doing what you told me!
Control debates whether to let the timer run out and confront D-XXXX-11-1 afterwards. However, the risk of successful suicide is determined too great and the experiment is concluded prematurely.
End Log
Researcher’s Notes: D-XXXX-11-1 continues to refuse describing the nature of his hallucination. Attempts and physical and psychological torture all fail. It is unclear if D-XXXX-11-1 believes what he saw was real or a hallucination. The only answer given is “You know damn well who that was.” While not confirmed, researchers speculate that D-XXXX-11-1 may have seen ███████, given that [REDACTED].
Experiment SCP-XXXX-14: Subject One is D-XXXX-14-1, male, 30 years old, and given a life sentence after kidnapping, torturing, and murdering a man for being homosexual. Subject Two is D-XXXX-14-2, male, 26 years old, and was a transient given to the Foundation by ███████.
Preparations for experiment begin with D-XXXX-14-1 being shown evidence that D-XXXX-14-2 is homosexual. Over the next four days, D-XXXX-14-1 and D-XXXX-14-2 are given a shared sleeping space and are left unsupervised for extended periods of time. During these periods, D-XXXX-14-1 is witnessed using his superior size and strength to inflict several acts of force and intimidation onto D-XXXX-14-2. In more social settings, such as meals in the cafeteria, D-XXXX-14-1 has been heard telling other D-Class about D-XXXX-14-2 in an attempt to rile them up to join him in future attacks.
Final preparations begin with D-XXXX-14-1 and D-XXXX-14-2 held in separate rooms. D-XXXX-14-1 is exposed to SCP-XXXX, given a pistol with no bullets, and informed that D-XXXX-14-2 will be waiting in the test chamber, but given no further instruction. D-XXXX-14-2 is told nothing. Both subjects are made to wait twenty three hours before entering the testing chamber.
The following interaction occurs:
D-XXXX-14-1: Dear god in heaven, no!
Control: What are you seeing, D-XXXX-14-1?
D-XXXX-14-1: [Points gun at D-XXXX-14-2.] I said stay back, you- [Takes a second glance at gun before dropping it and kicking it away.] I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry!
Control: What are you seeing?
D-XXXX-14-1: [Points in the direction of D-XXXX-14-2.] That’s… I thought it was just a dream. Oh god, why is it real!?
D-XXXX-14-2: [Ducks head low and keeps an eye on D-XXXX-14-1 as he hurries towards the gun.]
Control: Do not move, D-XXXX-14-2! Stay where you are. Do not touch that gun or you will be terminated.
D-XXXX-14-2: [Mutters under his breath, but complies.]
Control: D-XXXX-14-1, what are you seeing? Is it saying anything to you?
D-XXXX-14-1: [Begins to cry.] Please god, no. I’m sorry. I thought… I didn’t know.
D-XXXX-14-1 is curled in the fetal position in the far corner of the testing chamber and fails to respond to any further commands from Control. Control decides that because there is no immediate danger to either subject, they should simply let the timer run out.
Approximately thirty minutes later, D-XXXX-14-1 is near inconsolable. D-XXXX-14-2 is instructed to speak up while Control assures D-XXXX-14-1 that the hallucinations are gone. D-XXXX-14-1 looks up from his position and sees D-XXXX-14-2, only to resume sobbing. Experiment is concluded.
Researcher’s Notes: Well, that was certainly unexpected. We had a bet going D-XXXX-14-1 would end up having a heart-to-heart with his abusive uncle or something. That seems to be the pattern so far, but no. Turns out D-XXXX-14-1 had a childhood encounter with SCP-████ and that’s what made him such a bad egg.
SCP-XXXX’s ability to construct a scenario out of people’s own minds has left some of my colleagues wondering if maybe each instance of the gas might have a telepathic link to some kind of overmind. Maybe that’s how these guys keep learning about the Foundation? That’s just baseless speculation as far as I’m concerned. The gas pulls from people’s memories – even the repressed kind – to craft a scenario to stop to stop them from killing or hurting others. No need to overcomplicate it. We just happened to encounter an unforeseen variable in this case.
Although this does further prove that SCP-XXXX kicks in even if there’s only intent to harm and not necessarily kill.
Experiment SCP-XXXX-18: Subject One is D-XXXX18-1, male, 85 years old, and serving out a life sentence after three accounts of murder. He has served the last forty years in prison and has failing health, including a weak heart and arthritis. Subject Two is D-XXXX-18-2, female, age 26, and was sentenced to execution after [REDACTED].
Final preparations begin with D-XXXX-18-1 and D-XXXX-18-2 being held in separate rooms. D-XXXX-18-1 is given a real pistol with one fake round and two live rounds and told that it is just a harmless toy. D-XXXX-18-1 also receives an additional last minute checkup to ensure his health, including checking his pacemaker, before being exposed to SCP-XXXX. D-XXXX-18-2 is told to remain silent once testing begins unless directly addressed by Control. Both subjects are informed that the purpose of this test is to determine the safety of a new toy gun. Practice with dummies has shown no clear damage and that this test is merely a formality. Both subjects are then instructed to enter the testing chamber.
The following interaction occurs:
Control: Just to reiterate, D-XXXX-18-1, the weapon you’re holding isn’t real. It’s just a convincing toy. If you would please demonstrate by shooting yourself in the hand.
D-XXXX-18-1: [Nods and presses the barrel against his opposite hand. He fires and the gun makes a distinct clicking sound. He pulls his hand away and the foam-like bullet falls to the ground.]
Control: Did that hurt?
D-XXXX-18-1: Nah.
Control: Very good. That’s the reaction we expected. Now, D-XXXX-18-1, I want you to fire at D-XXXX-18-2 so we can test how well these bullets react when fired from a distance.
D-XXXX-18-1: From here?
Control: There’s fine. What about you, D-XXXX-18-2? Any worries.
D-XXXX-18-2: Whatever. Let’s just get this over with.
Control: D-XXXX-18-1, you may fire when ready.
D-XXXX-18-1 holds the gun unsteadily before firing. The bullet grazes D-XXXX-18-2’s ear, causing him to flinch back. D-XXXX-18-1 starts to scream about monsters and attempts to use his gun as a club to beat them away as he backs up. By his six step, D-XXXX-18-1 drops the gun and clutches at his heart. He cries “Heart attack” and falls to the floor. The experiment is concluded as D-XXXX-18-1 is taken to the nearest medical wing.
End Log
Researcher’s Notes: Obviously we chose this guy for his weak heart, so it’s a good thing he didn’t disappoint. Once he was stabilized, we interviewed him about what he saw. It was the same smoke monsters screaming about every little thing he’d ever done wrong. Only difference was this time the things went away as soon as his heart attack kicked in. Follow up observations show that D-XXXX-18-1’s trauma wasn’t nearly as severe as other cases. He was still able to speak normally and only had sparse nightmares.
I suppose it’s only logical that the stuff designed to stop people from killing would know when to stop before becoming a killer, itself.