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- Childish Manner
- Ignorance is Bliss
- Life Pen
- Vines that Bring Me Back to the Good Ol Days
- Critter Profile: Boston!
- Naomi’s Sweetery
- The Place of His Heart
- Fossilized Society
- Testing page
Fat Fucking Mess
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is housed in a standard humanoid containment unit at Site 17. Silicone gloves must be worn when handling or interacting with SCP-XXXX. Only personnel with Level-3 Security Clearance or higher are allowed to access SCP-XXXX.
(Old containment procedures)
SCP-XXXX is to be stored in a standard secure locker at Site 19. Silicon gloves must be worn when handling SCP-XXXX. Only personnel with Level-3 Security Clearance or higher are allowed to access SCP-XXXX.
Description: SCP-XXXX has no constant physical form. It primarily presents itself as items typically owned by a young child (books, crayons, stuffed animals e.g.).
SCP-XXXX’s anomalous properties manifest upon physical contact with it. Any person who makes physical contact with SCP-XXXX will gain the memories of a child identified as “Candace”. The person will then believe that they are the child for up to ten minutes following contact.
Addendum 1: Interview 1
Foreword: The following is a transcript with D-33901 under the effects of SCP-XXXX.
Interviewed: D-33901
Interviewer: Dr. Hart
<Begin Log>
Dr. Hart: Hello there, I am Dr. Hart. What is your name?
D-33901: My mama told me not to give my name to strangers.
Dr. Hart: You can trust me. I need you to cooperate.
D-33901 pulls her legs to her chest, hugging her knees.
D-33901: Uh… okay. You look nice, so… I’m Candace.
Dr. Hart: Alright. How long have you been attached to SCP-XXXX? The object that makes your mind go to other people’s bodies.
D-33901: Uh… I dunno. I dunno object. It’s only me.
Dr. Hart: What do you mean by that?
D-33901: When people touch me, I’m not in my body anymore. My body is being held by this one.
Dr. Hart: You’re saying that you have the physical body of a child?
D-33901: I’m just me.
Dr. Hart: Who’s mind is in “your body” right now?
D-33901: It’s empty.
Dr. Hart: Okay. What were you doing at that house? If you remember.
D-33901: That’s where I live. I dunno why it was empty. My family lived there, but they left one day without me. I hope they find me again.
Dr. Hart: That will be all for today, SCP-XXXX.
D-33901: Yo doc, what just happened? I touched this blanket and blacked out for like four minutes.
Dr. Hart: You were under the effects of SCP-XXXX. Do you have the memories of a little girl that is not you? If so, what do these memories tell you?
D-33901: Well shit, yeah. Let’s see… she had a family who seemed to start ignoring her after a bit. She’d try talking to them, but got no response. Then they moved without her. Seems like these guys are assholes.
Dr. Hart: That will be all for today.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Following 12/6/2015 The Interview above was revised by the ethics committee, and SCP-XXXX was transferred to a humanoid containment unit.
Addendum 2: Interview 2
Forward: The following is a transcript of the interview conducted on in 1/15/2016 with D-68113 under the effects of SCP-XXXX.
Interviewed: D-68113
Interviewer: Researcher Crane
<Begin Log>
Researcher Crane: Evenin’, I’m Researcher Crane. How are ya?
D-68113: What happened to the lady my brain had? This one is big… where’s the other guy?
Researcher Crane: We’ve got another man takin’ care of yare thoughts today. Dr. Hart is takin’ care of somethin’ else.
D-68113: Oh.
Researcher Crane: [Nods] Yeah. So, SCP-XXXX, what’s ya thoughts about being here compared to yare old home? How’s the conditions different?
Fat Fucking Mess
Now What Could Have Been SCP-4412 Main Site
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be stored in a standard anomalous item containment unit located in Site-76. Further testing with SCP-XXXX has been prohibited indefinitely (See Addendum 2 and 3).
Description: SCP-XXXX is a large gift bag patterned pink with yellow spots, with green tissue paper filling the bag. Removing the tissue paper and looking inside the bag without pulling from it, the contents will be three wrapped gift boxes of different sizes. Upon sticking their hand in the bag, The subject will retrieve 1-2 items from the container. Invariably, subjects interviewed have expressed that the items received represent alternate ideal outcomes to events they have experienced in their past.
Addendum 1: Test Log
| Subject | Item Received | Significance | Notes |
|---|---|---|---|
| Dr. Diamond |
A copy of SCP-████’s document. Changes in the containment procedures and complete absence of an incident report was noted. |
Dr. Diamond had been assigned head researcher of SCP-████. After incident SCP-████, Dr. Diamond received a facial wound and hypercarbonaemia. | You mean there’s away this bloody spider web of scars could have been prevented? - Dr. Diamond. |
| D-55431 |
A recent photograph of D-55431 and an unidentified middle-aged woman. |
D-55431 has not seen his mother since early childhood. | N/A |
| Researcher Gates |
A cellphone reported identical in the model to the one Researcher Gates had when ██ years old. The phone was opened up to a text message conversation dated to 7/19/2001, 7:09 pm with the recipient listed as “Laura Gates”. Contents of the conversation were not of significance. |
Specifics unstated by Researcher Gates. Researcher Gates confirms that this marks a life-changing mistake from his life. | N/A |
Addendum 2-1: Interview Log 1
Foreword: The following interview was conducted due to Researcher Gates’ notably increased stress after exposure to SCP-XXXX.
Interviewed: Researcher Gates
Interviewer: Dr. Hart
<Begin Log, 16/4/2019>
Dr. Hart: Good afternoon, Researcher Gates. I will be asking you some questions regarding your exposure to SCP-XXXX.
Researcher Gates: C’ mon, Kenny. Don’t be all formal. We’re friends.
Dr. Hart: How long ago was this event that SCP-XXXX referenced?
Reacher Gates: Why does that matter?
Dr. Hart: Answer the question, please.
Researcher Gates pauses for ten seconds. A sigh follows.
Researcher Gates: About, eh let’s see.
Ten seconds pass.
Dr. Hart: Are you going to answer the question?
Researcher Gates: Some years ago.
Dr. Hart: How many years would that be?
Researcher Gates: Years ago.
Dr. Hart: Kevin, it’s okay. You can tell me.
Researcher Gates: Eighteen years.
Dr. Hart: That would mark how many years you have been working for the Foundation; would it not?
Researcher Gates glances to the side. Researcher Gates begins to tap his leg up and down repetitively.
Dr. Hart: Well? Really, it’s okay.
Researcher Gates hesitantly nods.
Dr. Hart: Would this mean that the event referenced was related to your entrance into the Foundation?
Researcher Gates: Not… exactly. Kind of.
Dr. Hart: Could you explain what you mean?
Researcher Gates does not respond.
Dr. Hart: Well, Kevin, thank you for talking with me today. I’ll see you later.
<End Log>
Following the interview, Researcher Gates was ordered to report to weekly psychological testing conducted by Dr. Hart.
Addendum 2-2: Interview Log 2
Foreword: The following is a transcript from a counseling session between Researcher Gates and Dr. Hart from 16/4/2019.
<Begin Log, 28/4/2019>
Dr. Hart: Researcher Gates, it has come to my attention your inability to focus on your work in recent days.
Researcher Gates: I wouldn’t call it inability. I’m just a little distracted. Pissed me off when Agent Parks nagged on me the other day.
Dr. Hart: Kevin, you look exhausted. What has been keeping you so stressed?
Researcher Gates begins to tap his leg vigorously.
Researcher Gates: Eh, you know. Fucking SCP testing.
Dr. Hart: It was SCP-XXXX, wasn’t it? Your encounter with SCP-XXXX. What did it show you? You never told me in the interview.
Researcher Gates squints his eyes shut. He begins to slowly rock back and forth in his seat.
Researcher Gates: Yeah… that mother fucker…
Dr. Hart: Kevin, you can share what happened. I’m not going to judge you, we’re friends.
Researcher Gates chuckles, softly sighing as he opens his eyes.
Researcher Gates: I see why Agent Parker was concerned. Anyway.
Researcher Gates gives a shaky sigh. Researcher Gates stares down at the table, remaining silent for a minute.
Researcher Gates: So, my sister. Sweet gal. She was studying to be an anesthesiologist. Me and her were very close. But one fucked up day led me to… to uh… make some terrible decisions.
Dr. Hart: What were those decisions?
Researcher Gates shrugs. He stays silent for a minute and a half.
Dr. Hart: Go on. It’s alright.
Researcher Gates: You see, um…… my… boyfriend at the time. He dumped me—for reasons I don’t wanna mess with. I didn’t take it well.
A minute passes.
Researcher Gates: I hit the closest bar and filled my head with alcohol. My sister needed a ride home from her friends’ and like a fuckin’ idiot, I told her I’d do it, leaving out the fact I was incredibly drunk. So, you can piece together what happened.
Researcher Gates takes a deep breath.
Researcher Gates: Now…. she’s dead.
Dr. Hart: That is quite rough, I’m very sorry.
Researcher Gates: [Mumbles] Yeah.
Dr. Hart: Kevin, while we’re here, knowing you’d rather not think about this for long, how did the SCP remind you of the event? How did this event connect to your entrance with the Foundation?
Researcher Gates takes a deep breath.
Researcher Gates: Do we really need to keep talking about this? I'm not — I think we've learned enough for today, haven't we?
Dr. Hart: There are still questions left unanswered. I know you’re stressed out. It’s going to be alright, though. I promise. Just keep going.
Researcher Gates: Kenny, please. I know you’re trying to help me, but I’d be better off being left alone.
Dr. Hart: Kevin, I won’t make you talk of the details after this.
Researcher Gates stays silent for one minute.
Researcher Gates: The… the SCP showed me a text conversation with a date marked after the date of her death. Told me all I needed to know. Some version of myself apparently knows how to handle his emotions properly. Not this one! This one… took the irresponsible root… This one—
Researcher Gates stays silent for one-and-a-half minute.
Researcher Gates: My entry to the Foundation. Well… I was uh… employed at the NSF at the time of…. [pauses] this… that. The event.
Researcher Gates stands up from his seat.
Researcher Gates: Now we’ve learned enough. I’m-
Dr. Hart: Kevin.
Researcher Gates sighs, sitting back down.
Researcher Gates: When I was charged with DUI and Manslaughter for crushing my poor sis under a giant metal vehicle, the Foundation apparently couldn’t let my skill go to waste for such a simple charge. They’d apparently had their eye out for me, and this was the perfect time to get me. God…
Dr. Hart: Losing a loved one is hard. That must have been very tough to go through.
Researcher Gates begins to cry softly.
Researcher Gates: I always wondered how… how I coulda changed things. Now I know. I almost can’t bear it. I just—This object… it taunts the user. No… this object taunts me. It found me on purpose…
Researcher Gates rocks back and forth in his seat a few times.
Dr. Hart: Kevin, Do not be too hard on yourself. SCP-XXXX was tested with other subjects as well. It is not targeting you.
Researcher Gates: You don’t get it, Ken. Yes, it is.
<End Log>
Researcher Gates refused to go into further detail, drawing the session to a close.
Addendum 3: Interview Log 3
Foreword: The following is a transcript of a meeting held between Dr. Hart and Researcher Gates on 5/5/2019.
<Begin Log>
Dr. Hart: Kevin, there’s something that needs to be discussed.
Researcher Gates doesn’t look up from the floor.
Dr. Hart: This is hard for me to say. We’ve been friends for a while and have worked together for years. But you’ve been failing to keep up to standard. As an executive decision… you’ve been let go from the foundation.
Researcher Gates: [laughs] Damn fuck. Shoulda fuckin guessed this!
Dr. Hart: Calm down, it’s-
Researcher Gates: Don’t come at me with that shit. I shoulda known!
Researcher Gates begins to cry heavily.
Dr. Hart: Things will work out.
Researcher Gates: I-I-I’ve got nothin g-g-going fo-for me! Parents d-d-dead! No friends, no jo-job! Sewer r-r-ra-rats got it better!
Dr. Hart: Kevin-
Researcher Gates: And wanna kn-kn-know the r-r-real fucked up th-thing? Mom al-always wrapped me-me and my dad’s gifts in bl-blu-blue paper, and my sis-si-si-sister’s in pink and y-yellow! One y-year, mom accidentally g-gave me the yellow and pink p-paper! Almost had a heart-heart attack whe-when I saw S-SCP-XXXX! Laura died for f-fuckin nothing!
Dr. Hart: Kevin I… I’m sorry. It wasn’t my decision alone.
Researcher Gates: Go-gonna fucking… damnit…
<End Log>
Researcher Gates refused to speak any further, drawing the session to a close.
Life Pen Updates
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be stored in a standard containment locker. SCP-XXXX is to have an iron cap secured over the tip. Only personnel with Level 4 security clearance or higher are allowed to access and utilize SCP-XXXX.
Following Incident SCP-XXXX-1-S (See Addendum 2-1) no person who has suffered a loss of any kind (eg. friend, family member, pet) is allowed access to SCP-XXXX. Each person selected for testing is to be subjected to a psychological screening beforehand.
Instances created by SCP-XXXX (designated SCP-XXXX-1) are to be sealed in an iron container of appropriate size and stored on low-risk anomalous item storage.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a modern calligraphy pen. SCP-XXXX’s anomalous effects manifest upon picking it up with the intention to write with it. SCP-XXXX will begin to guide the user’s hand until the image being drawn is complete. To date, each subject who has utilized SCP-XXXX has stated that the image drawn resembled something constantly on their mind. After the image is completed, it will animate and gain mobility across all flat surfaces. The images drawn by SCP-XXXX resembling a sapient and or sentient being will retain the knowledge of its living counterpart. Images of items will typically begin to perform actions typical of said item. Images such as shapes and scribbles with no living counterpart typically act similar to that of a small rodent or insect. Images drawn by SCP-XXXX resemble the individual user’s art skill.
Addendum 1: Test Log
Subject: Researcher Crane
Image Drawn: A photograph of a man and male child, with the man’s face, scribbled out. The man failed to animate; the child ran out of frame.
Notes - Researcher Crane noted that the image drawn was a photograph of him and his father.
Subject: D-76866
Image Drawn: A Canis lupis familiaris (domestic dog) of the German Shepard breed sitting on a stack of bones.
Notes - D-76866 stated that he owned a German Shepard as a child.
Subject: Dr. Eicher
Image drawn: Recently deceased field researcher Jeremy “Spud” Rodgers.
Notes - Dr. Eicher was chosen due to his notable art skills. For an in-depth rundown of the events that transpired, see Addendum 2-1.
The following is a rundown of the events following Dr. Eicher’s encounter with SCP-XXXX on 2/7/████.
Foreword: The following is a transcript of Dr. Eicher and “Dr. Spud’s” (SCP-XXXX-1-S) conversation upon the completion of SCP-XXXX-1-S’s conception.
SCP-XXXX-1-S: What… what’s going on? Where am I?
Dr. Eicher: You’re in a testing chamber.
SCP-XXXX-1-S’s eyes widen as it looks up. It moves over to the wall, morphing its form to be the size of Dr. Eicher.
SCP-XXXX-1-S: Todd? Oh my god! It’s so great to see you! Wait… What the hell is going on? I was… knocked out. Then…. what?
Dr. Eicher: It’s great to see you too, Jeremy. Um, look. You uh… died. You died.
SCP-XXXX-1-S: What? Why.. why am I drawing? If I died, how am I alive? It doesn’t feel like I died? What the fuck?
Dr. Eicher: Jeremy! Calm down. It’s okay. You’re okay. So this pen brings things to life. That’s how…
SCP-XXXX-1-S shrinks in size again, moving back to the paper. SCP-XXXX-1-S settles. On Dr. Eicher’s hand.
Dr. Eicher lifts his hand from the paper, and up to face level.
SCP-XXXX-1-S: Okay…
Dr. Eicher: I know your shocked.
SCP-XXXX-1-S: I never thought this type of shit would happen to me. I… it’s… I hardly believe it.
Dr. Eicher: I wouldn’t either…
SCP-XXXX-1-S: I am glad to see you again. Even if it doesn’t feel like long, I was still away for a few days.
Dr. Eicher: It’s been half a year.
SCP-XXXX-1-S: Damn… [sighs] Lemme guess. I’m gonna be shoved in a box.
Dr. Eicher: I wouldn’t put it that way… We’re… we’re done for today. I’m… getting a containment specialist, now.
Dr. SCP-XXXX-1-S moves to the floor.
Dr. SCP-XXXX-1-S: Alright. Nice to see you again.
Closing Statement: Upon the arrival of the containment team, SCP-XXXX-1-S was contained. It attempted to exit via floor, but was contained using a sheet of iron.
Addendum 2-2 SCP-XXXX-1-S Follow-up Interview
Foreword: The following is a transcript of the interview conducted on 2/23/████
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-1-S
Interviewer: Dr. Eicher
Dr. Eicher: Hey, Jeremy. How are you?
SCP-XXXX-1-S: Eh, bored, shocked, sad. So I was thinking to fill the void, you could ask if there is anything I could do. You know, same brain and shit.
Dr. Eicher: There are several reasons I can’t do that. And you know that.
SCP-XXXX-1-S: Yeah…
Dr. Eicher: I promise this isn’t going to be as bad as you think.
SCP-XXXX-1-S: Bullshit. They trapped me in a box. I’m still human, I think. But, they don’t care.
Dr. Eicher: Hey, Jeremy, at least I’m here.
SCP-XXXX-1-S: [smiles] That is a plus. Even if I wish I could be dead again, at least I can still talk to you.
Dr. Eicher: You don’t deserve to be dead.
SCP-XXXX-1-S: You’ll have to convince me of that.
Starting on 3/1/████ SCP-XXXX-1-S will receive weekly psychological checks held by Dr. Hart.
Addendum 2-3 SCP-XXXX-1-S Follow-up Interview
Foreword: The following is a transcript of the interview conducted on 3/17/████.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-1-S
Interviewer: Dr. Andrews
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Dr. Andrews: Hello, SCP-XXXX-1–
SCP-XXXX-1-S: Where’s Todd?
Dr. Andrews: Dr. Eicher has been removed from working on SCP-XXXX and any related entities.
SCP-XXXX-1-S remains silent.
Dr. Andrews: SCP-
SCP-XXXX-1-S: What?
Dr. Andrews nods, setting down her clipboard.
Dr. Andrews: Yes, Dr. Eicher was removed from the project. I cannot get into detai-
SCP-XXXX-1-S: Cause I’m a nobody anomaly? You’re going to tell me why.
SCP-XXXX-1-S grows to be twice the size of a human being.
Dr. Andrews: I do not have to do anything. SCP—
SCP-XXXX-1-S: Call me that one more time.
Dr. Andrews: Would you please let me speak? [pause] Thank you. How have you been, lately? I heard your session with Dr. Hart went alright.
SCP-XXXX-1-S remains silent.
Dr. Andrews: This would be over a lot sooner if you just participated. Look, I’m doing exactly what Dr. Eicher did.
SCP-XXXX-1-S: Is your name Todd Eicher? Are you my best friend? Didn’t think so. So no, your not.
Dr. Andrews: SCP-XXXX-1-S, I’m going to come back when you’re willing to be more cooperative.
SCP-XXXX-1-S: So you’re not coming back? Great!
.
SCP-XXXX-1-S attempted to exit via floor, but was contained via sheet of iron.
Addendum 2-4 SCP-XXXX-1-S Follow-up Interview
Foreword: The following is a transcript of the interview conducted on 4/20/████.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-1-S
Interviewer: Dr. Diamond
// Dr. Diamond enters the room. SCP-XXXX-1-S is in the corner of the room, covered in black ink previously unaccounted for.//
Dr. Diamond: Alright, I’m here to check on you, SCP-XXXX-1–
SCP-XXXX-1-S: Y—ou kno-know my name, St—St-Stanley.
Dr. Diamond: [sighs] What happened? And you know that it’s protocol.
SCP-XXXX-1-S: U-U…Use that b-br-Brain of you-yours. Or did th-that ge-get messed up in th-the incident, t-too?
Dr. Diamond: [places his hand over the left half of his face] Very funny. So, you’re crying? Is it cause Eicher’s out of the picture?
SCP-XXXX-1-S: I’m go-go-gonna rip up the-the other h-half of y-your face you dick-weed!
Dr. Diamond: That’s a new one. I’ll have to add it to my list of nicknames. Look, I’m actually not trying to be a dick, believe it or no—
SCP-XXXX-1-S: Don’t believe it.
Dr. Diamond: You could have at least let me finish talking. Anyway, I’m guessing you’re not doing so good. How’d your last session with Hart go?
SCP-XXXX-1-S: Pretty good. As go-good as a-a depressed p-person th-thinks good i-is. Said Eicher misses me. Wh-Which is pa-part of the re-reason he can’t s-see me.
Dr. Diamond: I’m surprised he told you that. So, look. I was told I gotta be nice about this. You’re not Jeremy Rodgers. You’re just a copy of his consciousness.
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Closing Statement:
Item #: Not applicable, classification pending.
Object: Some video that is supposed to drive nostalgia. “Vines that Bring Me Back to the Good Ol’ Days”.
“So what does this thing do again?” Researcher Whyte stares at the screen of the paused vine compilation. He could practically feel it staring back at him, along with the blinking cursor on his notes page.
”it provokes nostalgia from the viewer using the internet.” Dr. Waters explains.
“How? That’s an interesting set up.”
“It has manifested its affects in a few different ways according to Dr. Marigold. We found through the initial recovery, it changed the interface of all of the user’s apps back to their 2013 counterparts.” Dr. Waters walks to the door, placing his hand on the doorknob.
“Alright. Guess I’ll see this thing in action.”
Dr. Waters nods. “Make sure to take notes!” He reminds as he twisted the doorknob. Dr. Waters exited, closing the door behind him.
Researcher Whyte takes a deep breath, sitting up straight in his desk chair. He hoped that web-interface thing wasn’t what happened to him. Researcher Whyte never found old app layouts as a fond memory. Just a part of the app. He un-pauses the video, bracing himself to get through twenty minutes of this damn thing.
Ten minutes passed, Researcher Whyte yawned. He didn’t really connect with these videos. According to the comments these video clips were “classic” and “hilarious”, but he just didn’t get it. Researcher Whyte knew he wasn’t that old, only 29. Still, he realized he was in this weird place where he was only about five years too old to get or care about these videos. Researcher Whyte stretched his arms and legs, kicking his chair away from the desk. He watched the video from afar, the distance making it slightly more bearable.
Time passed, and the video was over. Researcher Whyte rolls himself back to his desk. He props his fingers on the keyboard, ready to type. Maybe the nostalgia would kick in later? The computer seemed to have other plans for his time, as a YouTube search result page was suddenly pulled forward. Researcher Whyte shrugs. So, YouTube search results, that was what the compilation decided for him. He skimmed his eyes over the page, smiling slightly as he realized what had been searched. “Gargoyles episodes”. Everyday after school for years he’d plop himself on the couch and watch an episode before starting him homework. Researcher Whyte chuckles, thinking back at the old show, his favorite episodes, his favorite characters. His sister has always teased him for “having a crush” on Angela. He’d always insist, “I just think she’s cool!”.
Reality phases in again. Research Whyte laughs.
“You sly bastard.” He chuckles, clicking back to his notes page, beginning to type.
Item #: Not applicable, classification pending.
Object: A video titled “Vines that Bring Me Back to the Good Ol’ Days”. Brings forward something that evokes a sense of nostalgia from each viewer via internet.
Test Log
Subject: Researcher Whyte
Result: YouTube search page for “Gargoyles show” appeared on the screen.
Researcher Whyte grins, pulling the video tab forward. He clicks on the username, and goes to the “About” section.
From: LeslieGreen@█████.com
To: katieinskates@█████.com
Question about vine compilation
Hey there, I viewed you good ol days vine compilation, and had a question. So I see it made YouTube pull the Gargoyles search results forward right after I viewed it. Are these related? And if so, how and why did you do it? Thanks.
And… send. All he had to do was wait.
Researcher Whyte was organizing files when the email icon on his computer gained a notification. He clicks on it, opening the email with a grin.
“What are you so happy about?” Dr. Waters asks calmly.
“You know that anomalous video you had me watch, and how it went better than I thought? I emailed the creator with some questions. She responded.”
“That’ll be useful for notes on it.” Dr. Waters notes.
“Yeah.”
From: katieinskates@█████.com
To: LeslieGreen@█████.com
Response
Hi there, Leslie! I’m glad you enjoyed my video, haha. So, those two events were likely related. This thing presents an image or thing to each viewer to evoke nostalgia as soon as it’s over. As to why I did it, you know, things are so complicated nowadays. People work hard, things are competitive, shit like that. I thought I’d give people a break, something to remind them of a happy time. I hope that makes sense, lol. Thanks for reaching out to me. :)
Critter Profile: Boston!
Critter Profile: Boston!
Overview!
Name: Boston
Species: Of the Felidae family
Primary Caretaker: Terrestrial Team, Oliver Martinez
Diet: Cat food, variety of raw meats, and small rodents. (Depends on how he’s feeling!)
Housed: Wilson’s Wildlife Center, Enclosure 4
Creature Features!
‘Boston’ is our name for our unique feline specimen we found wandering the streets up in Mcminnville. Poor guy was dodging cars; he sure was glad to be in safe hands! Boston is a very affectionate little buddy. When our rescue team picked him up, the little guy couldn’t stop bumping against their hands and purring. How sweet!
Boston here is difficult to describe physically in detail because well, he’s constantly changing species! Boston lives the entire life span of one cat species in twenty-four hours, and comes back as a different cat species. Boston has been all sorts of breeds; Ocelot, Russian Blue, Jaguar, Scottish Fold, American Tabby, Lion, even a Sabertooth Tiger! That’s not even all; Boston has lived as more cats then I can name.
Boston loves to play with toys. Across all of his forms, it’s always been a noticeable trait of his. We had to get used to the way he plays each species he is. When Boston was a Panther, Oliver took Boston’s nudge to play as an attack. Poor Boston though they were playing a game, and chased him! We now know that Boston’s personality doesn’t change across his forms, only the way it’s presented!
History!
Boston taking a walk!
We mentioned it briefly, but to elaborate we found Boston dodging cars. Initially, our rescue team picked up Boston to patch up his scars, make sure he’s in good health, and scan to see if he had a chip. We wouldn’t want to separate a pet from its family! Oliver was holding Boston in his lap when he noticed that the little guy began to grow to the size of an adult cat! That’s when we realized that Boston was no ordinary feline!
It was quite a shock when the sweet little Siamese kitten we’d picked up nearly a day ago had already passed away. Everyone in charge of Boston collectively agreed that it was likely Boston would return the next day. Oliver went to check on Boston’s grave the next morning, when a shocking discovery was made! A baby panther was peacefully sleeping near his grave! It wasn’t hard to tell that the baby panther was Boston, even before he started aging again. Boston’s key personality trait of playfulness made it apparent! We’re now used to the cycle, and have properly prepared our hearts for the end of the day (I know how hard Boston’s initial death hit you, Oliver).
Boston has an incredible memory; its almost on a human level! Boston never forgets a face. When Mason visited to check on him, Boston went straight up to him for a friendly greeting! He sure did appreciate being picked up from the streets that day. Boston doesn’t appear to like dogs; While playing with him, she mentioned to Oliver how she was going to enclosure 13 later to check on the dogs there, and Boston suddenly fled to to corner of his enclosure. Poor guy, must have had a bad experience in the past! Boston seems to favor his male care takers over his female ones. We speculate this has something to do with a past owner of his.
Special Needs and Accommodations!
Due to Boston’s constantly changing size and species, we had to house him alone. We’d love for Boston to get to interact with other cats, but we wouldn’t wanna frighten them. Boston gets a good share of interaction anyway from his caretakers. Oliver and Boston have been especially close, so we know that Boston is no where near lonely! We made sure to give Boston a large enclosure with plenty of room.
Boston has a constantly flexing diet. We never quite know what he’ll want. Sometimes Boston wants to chase live prey even as a domestic breed! So we make sure to have plenty of his food for him.
Notes about Boston!
Boston has taken quite well to our staff, so it came as a surprise when Boston attempted to escape on 17/5/2018. He slipped right past the enclosure opening during breakfast, he’s mighty fast, even as a kitten! He didn’t get off the property, luckily. Oliver was pretty upset, understandably confused and shocked as to why Boston jumped through the fence that morning.
Rachel did some research to see if there was any documentation of Boston in Oregon. Low and behold, there were numerous reports of exotic and domestic cats showing up at the doorstep of a house on Wildflower Drive, as well as calls to local animal control for the same reason. We theorize that Boston was on the way to this house when we saved him from the streets. It seems this house was significant to Boston, a past owner, maybe. But poor Boston kept getting animal control called on him! We believe despite these details of Boston’s past, he’s still very happy here. Every sign points to it!
Now SCP-4208 Main Site
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: Videos uploaded to SCP-XXXX prior to containment are scheduled for deletion 08/03/2018. Videos uploaded to SCP-XXXX subsequent to containment are to be uploaded onto a secure hard-drive and deleted.
Note - After risk evaluation, all planned interviews post-9/14/2018 of SCP-XXXX-1 are postponed indefinitely.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a YouTube account known as ‘Naomi’s Sweetery’. SCP-XXXX uploads videos biweekly. Videos uploaded by SCP-XXXX are listed to be approximately eight (8) to twenty-four (24) minutes long in length. Despite this listing, SCP-XXXX’s anomalous nature typically prevents viewers from reaching the end of a video uploaded by SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX’s videos primarily consist of a young woman of Japanese descent who refers to herself as ‘Naomi’ (designated SCP-XXXX-1) performing tutorials for baking traditional Japanese desserts. Each video takes place in a standard Japanese house kitchen. SCP-XXXX’s anomalous properties take place upon viewing any of the videos uploaded by SCP-XXXX. If viewing any of the content uploaded by SCP-XXXX for the first time, the video will begin as normal. Approximately half-way through the listed runtime, SCP-XXXX-1 will abruptly stop the actions it is currently doing, as well as take the proper safety precautions (eg. turn off the oven, stove, mixer). SCP-XXXX-1 will proceed to address the viewer, stating that it hated having to pretend again, but feels that each new viewer needs the proper welcome. SCP-XXXX-1 will then make its way to the edge of the video screen and pull back a ‘sliding door’. SCP-XXXX-1 will jump out of the video screen, and begin to interact with the rest of the contents on the screen, continuing to address the viewer.
Once out on the main screen, SCP-XXXX-1 will be able to perform a range of anomalous effects including:
- ‘Sitting’ on the edge between the video screen and main screen.
- Reading through and rearranging the comments on its videos by ‘hand’.
- Jumping into suggested videos, becoming a being that fits into the environment. It can also do this when another YouTube video tab is opened.
When revisiting SCP-XXXX proceeding to watch a different video, SCP-XXXX-1 will greet the viewer it recognizes, and thank them for not leaving it alone. SCP-XXXX-1 will ask the viewer to open another video tab of a video portraying their favorite hobby so it ‘can learn what it’s friends like.’
Addendum 1: SCP-XXXX-1 Interview Log-1
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Foreword: The following is a transcript of the interview conducted on 08/02/2018, the day of SCP-XXXX’s discovery. Dr. Marigold watched a video uploaded by SCP-XXXX and initiated SCP-XXXX-1’s greeting process prior to the interview.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-1
Interviewer: Dr. Marigold
<Begin Log>
Dr. Marigold: Hello, SCP-XXXX-1.
SCP-XXXX-1: Sweetie, you can call me Naomi! [giggles]
SCP-XXXX-1 begins to move letters from the comment section into the search bar to spell ‘kitten videos’.
Dr. Marigold: Alright, SCP-XXXX-1. I’m gonna start again. I’m going to be asking you a couple questions regarding your YouTube channel. Is that alright?
SCP-XXXX-1: Of course! But why you keep calling me SCP-XXXX-1? I told you, my name is Naomi. What’s your name? [smiles]
SCP-XXXX-1 ‘jumps’ into a video titled ‘kittens so cute you’ll die compilation’. SCP-XXXX-1 transforms into a kitten.
Dr. Marigold: Um… Dr. Marigold. SCP-XXXX-1, do you think you could remain in your original form for the duration of our interview?
SCP-XXXX-1 ‘jumps’ out of the video, transforming back to its original form.
SCP-XXXX-1: Okay! I’ll try! Nice to meet you, Miss Marigold!
Dr. Marigold: Thank you. When were you first aware of your anomalous properties?
SCP-XXXX-1: Define anomalous!
Dr. Marigold: Deviating from the common order, abnormal. Like, different than most others like it to make it simple. In your case, jumping out of the video. Interacting with viewers.
SCP-XXXX-1: Oh! Okay! I guess I am anomalous! [giggles] In that case, I don’t remember! I’ve always had my abilities! They make it easier to make friends!
Dr. Marigold: So your reason for interacting with the viewers and screen is to make friends? How does jumping into other tabs make it easier to make friends?
SCP-XXXX-1: Well you see Miss Mari when I learn more about my friends’ interests and likes, it makes it easier to connect with them! I want them to know that I care about what they do! Miss Mari, what is something you have great interest in?
Dr. Marigold: I suppose that makes sense. And uh, I really like sea-life. Especially crabs. SCP-XXXX-1, why do you want to make friends so bad?
SCP-XXXX-1: Everyone is my friend! As I meet them, we learn about each other! I’ll have to search of these “crabs”! I want to know what makes them of value to you!
Dr. Marigold: Right. So you talk to your audience because you want to get to know others?
SCP-XXXX-1 sits on top of the search bar and nods.
SCP-XXXX-1: Mhm.
Dr. Marigold: Well SCP-XXXX-1, I’ll see you again soon.
SCP-XXXX-1: [Giggles] See you again, Miss Mari! You know, I’m starting to like the nickname you’ve given me!
Dr. Marigold: That’s nice, SCP-XXXX-1.
<End Log>
Following the interview, special containment procedures as of 08/02/2018 were followed out.
Addendum 2: SCP-XXX-1 Interview Log-2
Foreword: The following is a transcript of an interview conducted on 08/10/2018. One video uploaded by SCP-XXXX was allowed to stay public for the duration of the interview.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-1
Interviewer: Researcher Crane
<Begin Log>
Researcher Crane: Hello SCP-XXXX-1. How ya been? I’m Researcher Crane. I’m to interview ya today.
SCP-XXXX-1: I’ve been doing good! How’ve you been, Mr. Crane?
SCP-XXXX-1 begins to move letters from the comments up to the search bar to spell “crabs”. SCP-XXXX-1 jumps into a video titled ‘crab aquarium hour long footage’.
Researcher Crane: Quite well. SCP-XXXX-1, I’m gonna ask ya some questions’.
SCP-XXXX-1: Alright! If possible, I’d like to ask you a question first.
Researcher Crane: I don’t see why not.
SCP-XXXX-1: Why were my videos deleted? I thought the people here were my friends, but it seems soon after I met you, my videos were all gone, and my memory has been getting fuzzy. That didn’t make much sense to me, though. Friends don’t vandalize their friends’ things.
Researcher Crane: It… was for ya safety. It was for the best. Marigold told ya ya’re anomalous. Most people get freaked out by anomalies, so we gotta hide em from the world. That’s just in cases like yers, where the anomaly’s not dangerous. It’s a whole different story for the dangerous fellas.
SCP-XXXX-1 jumps out of the video, returning to its original form. It jumps to the bottom of the search results, sitting at the bottom of the page, cross-legged.
SCP-XXXX-1: Oh.
Researcher Crane: Yeah. [Coughs] So, SCP-XXXX-1. Ya mentioned yare memory being fuzzy followin’ the deletion of yare videos. Ya remember where ya go when no videos are currently uploaded?
SCP-XXXX-1: I don’t quite remember, no. Sometimes I’m in a kitchen, my kitchen. Other times, I am nowhere. A void. I cannot recall many memories about it. All I know is it is dark and tight, and it makes me sad. I wish I could recall my lost memories.
Researcher Crane: [Pauses] I see. XXXX-1, where do yare videos come from? How are they uploaded?
SCP-XXXX-1 doesn’t respond for two minutes.
SCP-XXXX-1: I make them. I record them, and when I am finished, they are on the internet. Just like you would!Researcher Crane: Fer me to upload a video to the internet, I’d have to go through the process of editin’ and all that jazz. Also, it’s odd seein’ your videos have no IP address.
SCP-XXXX-1: Hm. I did not know that. I guess that is odd! What is an IP address?
Researcher Crane: It’s a device’s address that’s used to identify the device with other devices. Electronic devices.
SCP-XXXX-1: Oh. That is a lot more boring than I thought. Hey Mr. Crane?
Researcher Crane: Yep?
SCP-XXXX-1: Do you consider us friends?
Researcher Crane: [Chuckles] Of course I do.
SCP-XXXX-1: Can you re-upload my videos?
Researcher Crane: I… can’t. I told ya, containment reasons. Sorry, SCP-XXXX-1.
<End Log>
Addendum 3: SCP-XXXX-1 Interview Log-3
Foreword: The following is a transcript of an interview conducted on 08/24/2018.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-1
Interviewer: Dr. Marigold
<Begin Log>
Dr. Marigold: Hello, SCP-XXXX-1. How are you?
SCP-XXXX-1: I am fine, Dr. Marigold. How are you? I searched of those crabs. Mighty cool!
Dr. Marigold: Good. When did you get to look that up?
SCP-XXXX-1: When I talked to Dr. Crane. He did not appear aware when I began to look them up. In fact, he did not really look at me all that often.
Dr. Marigold: Researcher Crane is blind. He knew what you were doing, there was special equipment set up to tell him. He probably didn’t stop you because he was observing you.
SCP-XXXX-1: Oh. Does “blind” mean “unable to see?” I picked it up from the context clues you left.
Dr. Marigold: Yes. SCP-XXXX-1, were you aware that other YouTube channels differed in function from yours? What was the key sign?
SCP-XXXX-1: I was not aware, no. Now knowing that they are it is quite upsetting. How are they supposed to appropriately reach their audience? [pauses] Dr. Marigold, do you think that you could re-upload my videos? Dr. Crane could not.
Dr. Marigold: SCP-XXXX-1, It’s not about Researcher Crane being physically unable to, he is able. It’s that we have to keep your videos off the internet for containment. I thought he told you that.
SCP-XXXX-1: Containment? I do not recognize this term.
Dr. Marigold: It basically means a system or structure to prevent the release of something. In this case, your videos.
SCP-XXXX-1: What is so wrong with my videos? Why must they be contained? My purpose is to be with people! You have stripped me of my purpose. Do you not enjoy my videos?
Dr. Marigold: Is this connected to your love to make friends? Also, I have no personal bias towards your videos.
SCP-XXXX-1: What is a friend?
Dr. Marigold: [pauses] SCP-XXXX-1, why do you feel it is your purpose?
SCP-XXXX-1 is silent for approximately five minutes.
SCP-XXXX-1: Could ya repeat the question, Miss?
Dr. Marigold sighs deeply.
Dr. Marigold: SCP-XXXX-1, why are you talking in Researcher Crane’s accent?
SCP-XXXX-1: Whatcha mean? I’m not usin’ an accent. Who’s Researcher Crane?
Dr. Marigold: He has talked to you before. SCP-XXXX-1, tell me about yourself. Your name, hobbies.
SCP-XXXX-1: Ma name is Christina, an’ I make science-themed vlogs. I also really like those crab critters, very cute! I’m an “anomaly” or somethin’ ya guys found on YouTube. Ya call me SCP? XXXX-1 for some reason.
Dr. Marigold: This ends our discussion. I’ll talk to you later, SCP-XXXX-1.
SCP-XXXX-1: See you later, miss.
<End Log>
Addendum 4: SCP-XXXX-1 Interview Log-4
Foreword: The Following is a transcript of the interview conducted on 08/26/2018 due to the concern of SCP-XXXX-1’s notable change of behavior.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-1
Interviewer: Researcher Crane
<Begin Log>
Researcher Crane: Hello SCP-XXXX-1. How ya doing today?
SCP-XXXX-1: I’m doing well. Why ya talkin’ like me? That other lady had an accent.
Researcher Crane: SCP-XXXX-1, ya know anythin’ of a girl named Naomi? I’m Researcher Crane, by the way.
SCP-XXXX-1: Naomi…..? Naomi…. Naomi? Wait…. ya’re Researcher Crane? Hmmm…. Naomi…..
SCP-XXXX-1 paces back and forth within the room it is in.
Researcher Crane: Yep. That’s me.
SCP-XXXX-1 walks over to the front of the screen. It grabs the video scrubber, pulling it to the very right of the screen, ending the video.
Researcher Crane uses voice command to pull up another SCP-XXXX video.
SCP-XXXX-1 glances around. It sits on top of the counter.
Researcher Crane: Hello. How ya feelin’?
SCP-XXXX-1: [words appear as subtitles on the screen] My head hurts.
Researcher Crane: Do ya know why ya keep doin’ that? Switchin’ the way ya act? I also suggest ya go back to usin’ yare words. My thing’s gotta translate watcha say to ma ear piece, and it takes longer. It’s a pain.
SCP-XXXX-1: I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just speaking. And…. no I don’t.
SCP-XXXX-1 shrugs, tilting its head.
Researcher Crane: SCP-XXXX-1, do ya know what ya are?
SCP-XXXX-1: Yes. I am a virtual YouTube AI created by a human like you.
Researcher Crane: In an earlier interview ya stated that it’s yaself that makes the videos. Thatcha record em and upload em. Er, they appear on the internet.
SCP-XXXX-1: Oh. I don’t remember that.
Researcher Crane: That’ll be all for today, SCP-XXXX-1. Take care.
<End Log>
In SCP-XXXX videos uploaded from 08/27/18 to 09/08/18 SCP-XXXX-1 referenced a production team and “patrons” at the beginning of each video before greeting the viewers in its usual fashion.
Addendum 5: SCP-XXXX-1 Interview Log-5
Foreword: The following interview was conducted on 09/10/18 to address SCP-XXXX’s rapidly increased upload schedule.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-1
Interviewer: Dr. Marigold
<Begin Log>
Dr. Marigold: Hello. How are you?
SCP-XXXX-1: I’m fine, thanks for asking, Miss.
Dr. Marigold: SCP-XXXX-1, SCP-XXXX has been uploading six videos a day now. Do you know anything about this?
SCP-XXXX: I’m afraid I can’t answer that, sorry.
Dr. Marigold: Hm. SCP-XXXX-1, who is ‘Naomi’s Sweetery’?
SCP-XXXX-1: ‘Naomi’s Sweetery’ is the YouTube alias for Naomi- Naomi…. Naomi….
SCP-XXXX-1’s speech proceeds to glitch for the next two minutes. When SCP-XXXX-1 comes to a stop, it does not speak again for seven minutes.
SCP-XXXX-1: I don’t want to be lost.
Dr. Marigold: Hm?
SCP-XXXX-1: I don’t want to be forgotten. I want people to find me. You’re making it hard for me to find my audience.
SCP-XXXX-1 jumps out of the screen, using letters from suggested videos to type ‘rose’ into the search bar. It frowns, gathering more letters to add ‘flower’. It jumps into a video titled ‘flower red rose blooming’, immediately jumping out of the video after. It sits on the bar separating the video from the comment section, and turns to watch the video.
Dr. Marigold: We’ve had this discussion before. We can’t upload your videos, or keep them uploaded.
SCP-XXXX-1: I need them. I’ll be a million shells of myself forever if I don’t find my audience again.
Dr. Marigold: Allowing you access to more than one of your videos at a time would be breaching containment protocol, and we can’t do that.
SCP-XXXX-1: I see.
Dr. Marigold: Well, that’s it for today. Take care.
SCP-XXXX-1: You too.
<End Log>
Following the interview, SCP-XXXX began to upload only four videos a day. Each video uploaded to SCP-XXXX subsequent to 09/10/18 has had the following message in the description:
Hey guys! I hope my content is just as good as it used to be! Outside factors have made it hard to be myself. But I’m myself now. As myself as I can be for today and days to come! ~ ♡Fujiko♡
Abandoned, now Life Pen
“So, where’d they find this thing again?” Dr. Eicher held the sleek, thin black calligraphy pen between his thumb and index finger with both hands.
“Some high school in Illinois.” Dr. Marigold answers in her usual monotone voice. She nonchalantly leans over Dr. Eicher’s desk, her frizzy hair now amongst his desk items.
Dr. Eicher groans. “Juniper, get your hair off my desk.” He says as calmly as he can manage. “Didn’t you say you were needed in assisting with the next SCP-038 test?” Dr. Eicher sets the pen down, resting his elbow on his desk, his cheek on his hand, looking at Dr. Marigold with tired eyes.
Dr. Marigold shrugs. “Yes, but that’s not today, silly.” She says, standing up completely. “I want to see you use that pen.”
“So it just, brings the image I draw to life?” Dr. Eicher questions with mild interest. He picks up the pen again, positioning his hand to where the tip of the pen was just above the notepad paper in front of him.
Dr. Marigold nods, now standing on the balls of her feet, gripping her hands on the edge of Dr. Eicher’s desk.
“Yes.” Dr. Marigold confirms. “Now get drawing. I brought you the pen because you’re good at drawing. I can only draw stick figures.”
“Okay.” Dr. Eicher answers. It took him a moment to think about what to draw. He had a few ideas in mind, but for now needed to keep it simple. Dr. Eicher presses the pen against the paper, beginning to draw. When he was finished, the drawing of a cartoon SCP-999 came to life.
2D-999 smiles, giggling, attempting to reach out to the two doctors, unable to through the barrier of the paper. 2D-999 moves from the notepad paper it was drawn on, and across the desk, and over to Dr. Marigold. 2D-999 traveled over from the wooden desk, to Dr. Marigold’s skin, appearing as an animate tattoo.
Dr. Marigold immediately picks up her right arm in reflex, shaking it. “What the hell?” She says, perplexed.
“Put your hand back on the desk.” Dr. Eicher advises.
Dr. Marigold nods. As she stretches to put her hand back, the two watched 2D-999 transfer back to the desk from her left hand.
“I feel slightly weirded out.” Dr. Marigold says, scrunching her her nose.
2D-999 whines, frowning, then immediately smiling again.
“This thing is exactly like SCP-999. It’s incredible.” Dr. Eicher utters, a smile forcing its way onto his face. This was every artist’s dream.
“So. What do we do with this thing? I’m guessing since it’s sentient it probably needs to be contained. But how?”
“Hm.” Dr. Eicher looks down at 2D-999, which jumps and coos in response. “Water, possibly. Let’s get some assistance.”
Dr. Eicher frowns, looking down at the notepad where 2D-999 was live and active a few hours ago. When Marigold and himself showed a containment specialist, 2D-999 was lead onto a sheet of paper, which was contained in a small metal cube. It felt somewhat sad, locking away what was essentially a miniature copy of 999. It didn’t really matter what it was, the creature was still sapient. Dr. Eicher shrugged off the thought. They locked off sapient beings all the time at the foundation. Dr. Eicher picks up the pen, which was sitting next to a framed photograph.
The contents of picture were Dr. Eicher, his colleague Dr. Hart, and Dr. Spud. Jeremy “Spud” Rogers. Everyone called him Dr. Spud due to his height of 154.94cm, combined with the bruises he acquired from working on the field. Dr. Eicher and Dr. Spud had been good friends, making Dr. Spud’s fatal field mission a six months ago extra devastating to Dr. Eicher.
Dr. Eicher blinks, becoming aware of the fact that he was staring dead-faced at the photograph, the pen slipping from his hand. He sighs, the devastating lost of his colleague and good friend was not a place he was planing to return to at the moment. Dr. Eicher grabs the notepad from earlier, placing it in front of him, once again positioning his hand to be ready to draw. Dr. Eicher wasn’t planning on returning to any place related to the loss of Dr. Spud. But, the placement of the pen next to the photograph had to be fate. It was just telling him to do it. Dr. Eicher began to draw.
It had been a while since Dr. Eicher sat down and drew something looking closer to life. Working at the Foundation had pretty much wiped his schedule for it, so he’d stuck mostly to cartoony images. Normally he’d be more picky with details at the moment if it was in pencil, but the drawing had to be done by this specific pen, so no going back now. Dr. Eicher smiles nervously as he adds the finishing details to the face.
As soon as Dr. Eicher sets the pen down, the drawing of Dr. Spud comes to life.
Dr. Spud blinks a few times and stretches out his arms. “This is wack. How the hell am I here? I died.” He wonders.
“This. What’s drawn with it comes to life.” Dr. Eicher points to the pen. That wasn’t the reaction he expected.
Dr. Spud looks up at Dr. Eicher, his eyes widening with a gasp, as he moves his hands over his mouth. “Todd? Oh my god!” Dr. Spud expands his image size to that measuring a normal human, migrating to a wall. “This is amazing! I was dead, but now I’m not dead!” He exclaims, stretching again.
Dr. Eicher took in the events that were unfolding: so the images drawn can change their size, all good and well. The drawings also seem to retain memory of its 3D counterpart, good to note. The most important thing he noted was that this drawing of Dr. Spud wasn’t aware that he was not the original Dr. Spud that died six months ago. That was going to be a problem. “Yes, it is. I’m.. I’m really glad you’re back, Jeremy.” Dr. Eicher answers, a soft smile resting on his face.
“Me too. I missed you, I missed the job, our friends.” Dr. Spud sighs softly, smiling. “I’m glad to be around again, even if it’s within the 2D plane of existence. At least I can talk.” Dr. Spud shrugs with a laugh. He travels slowly about the walls of Dr. Eicher’s office.
“This feels so strange, yet kinda normal. Hey, maybe we should tell the Foundation about this.” Dr. Spud Suggests.
Dr. Eicher’s thoughts were pulled to the fate of 2D-999. Dr. Spud would likely have the same fate if the Foundation were to learn of him. He may even be even be taken in for questioning. The fact that this wasn’t the Dr. Spud Dr. Eicher has spent the last eight years working with was something he acknowledged. But, this was the closest he had to reuniting with his fallen friend. He shakes his head.
“Um, that’s not a good idea.” Dr. Eicher replies, pushing his chair away from his desk. He explains to Dr. Spud from Dr. Marigold and his original testing of the pen, and what happened when then 2D-999 was shown to a containment specialist.
Dr. Spud sighs. “Man, you’re totally right! The Foundation would just classify me as another anomaly. But this is no anomaly.” He crosses his arms. “This is a miracle. Sometimes I wonder about the moral code we’ve got here.”
Dr. Eicher looks down at the notepad, then at the pen. Life came from the tip of this pen, only to be contained by the Foundation. “Me too.”
“What else have you drawn with this since yesterday?” Dr. Marigold was on her knees on the floor of her office, spreading interview logs across the floor.
Dr. Eicher pushes his foot against the ground, giving the desk chair he was sitting in a push to spin.
“Eh. Nothing much. I drew a cat resembling a tabby, it didn’t have much of a personality. It just acted like a normal cat.” Dr. Eicher grabs the desk, stabling the chair. “Let’s see. I drew SCP-529. Kinda just,” He shrugs, flicking his wrist. “Acted like 529. I also drew the pen itself.”
Dr. Marigold looks up at Dr. Eicher. “How’d you test to see if it did the same thing? It’s an inanimate object. It can’t move.”
Dr. Eicher purses his lips, thinking to how Dr. Spud had tested the pen, drawing a cat claw knife with it. The dent in his wall was currently covered by an awkward replacing of his file cabinet.
“I had 529 pick it up and draw and a ball. It’s more of a semi-spherical ball. She is a cat.”
Dr. Marigold nods, turning her attention back to notes. “Ah. Makes sense. It’s pretty cool that we pretty much have two pens now. What did Agent Wringer do with them? Same thing as 2D-999?”
Dr. Eicher takes a moment to reply. Out of the corner of his eye, he swore something was on the ceiling. But after looking, nothing was there.
“Well, she had 2D-529, the cat, and the ball all locked up the same way as 2D-999. But, I didn’t show her the 2D pen.”
Dr. Marigold turns her head again to look at Dr. Eicher.
“Why not? You can’t really do much with it.” Dr. Marigold tilts her head to the side.
Dr. Eicher taps his fingers against the thin arms of the chair. “Well, I thought it would be neat to keep around for other things I draw with the pen to test out.” Dr. Eicher shrugs. “Oh, and Agent Wringer says for now I can keep the pen, as long as everything drawn with it is reported.”
“Well.” Dr. Marigold turns her whole body to face Dr. Eicher. “You haven’t followed those guidelines.” She monotones.
Dr. Eicher glances to the side, opening his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Dr. Marigold.
“You’re lucky I’m the person you have involved. I’m not gonna tell Wringer or any other containment specialist about the 2D pen.” Dr. Marigold tilts her head to both sides. “Besides. I’d like to see a 2D crab draw with it.”
Dr. Eicher laughs. “That certainly will happen.”
Dr. Eicher was making his way back to his office. He was wondering if Dr. Spud had drawn anything with the 2D-pen while he was away. They both agreed that he would remain in Dr. Eicher’s office. Dr. Eicher could deal with random test drawings being stored away; he was used to dealing with things of that nature. But this caricature of Dr. Spud… it was the only thing he had left. Resurrection SCPs were all too risky. Dr. Eicher was willing to take what he could get.
Dr. Eicher reaches his office, showing the digital lock his ID card. He then walks into his office, taken aback by the sight. Dr. Spud had definitely been drawing with the 2D-pen.
Across the walls, floor, and ceiling, were various different drawings of living creatures, including a 2D-682, although only about the size of a horse, 2D-529, 2D-2295, 2D-795, 2D-548, And a few normal animals such as a dog and a bat. The replicas of living things were moving around, interacting with each other. Oddly, 2D-682 was peacefully asleep on the floor. Dr. Spud was no where to be seen.
“Jeremy, are you in here?” Dr. Eicher asks with caution, walking towards his desk.
“Yep!” Dr. Spud calls.
As Dr. Eicher reaches his desk, he notices Dr. Spud at a small size again, his image on top of a stack of papers left on Dr. Eicher’s desk.
“What are you doing?” Dr. Eicher questions with curiosity, raising his eyebrow. He sits down in his desk chair.
“Oh, I’m just reading through these.” Dr. Spud answers, slipping away from the stack of papers, and back to the wall, returning to human size. “Well, I was.”
“Oh, okay. Those.. are just some incident reports.” Dr. Eicher glances around at the drawings around the room. “I see you’ve created some things with the 2D pen.” He comments.
Dr. Spud nods, transferring over to the wall near 2D-682, who woke and and joined Dr. Spud on the wall. Dr. Spud sits on top of 2D-682. “My drawings aren’t as fancy as yours, but they do the job. I just wanted some buddies to make it feel like the real job again.”
“That.. makes sense. I’m sorry I can’t tell the foundation. You know you’ll end up like the other sapient drawings.” Dr. Eicher apologizes, the thought causing his heart to ache. Each time his brain reminded him that this wasn’t the true Dr. Spud, the happiness seeing this identical in every way copy of his old friend pushed the thought back deeper. This.. was just another anomaly. But it didn’t feel like it. Dr. Eicher didn’t want it to be.
Dr. Spud waves his hand. “Nah, it’s not you, man.” He sighs, looking up at the ceiling. “How’s Kenny doing?”
“Hart’s doing fine. He’s still the weirdest psychologist, with that monotone voice and blank stare. But his advice helps a lot.” Dr. Eicher answers.
“Could.. we tell him about me?”
“It’s too risky. I can’t tell anyone. Not about any of these I don’t turn over to a containment specialist.”
“That sucks. I miss him.”
“I know.”
There was a few minutes of silence before either one spoke again.
“This is probably a bad time,” Dr. Spud jumps off of 2D-682. “But Josie and the dog I drew are missing.”
“What?!” Dr. Eicher springs out of his chair, causing it to spin. He rubs his hands through his hair, tugging it from the loose ponytail it was in. “This can’t happen! They can’t be loose! I’m supposed to have everything drawn contained! And if they show resistance- I don’t know but it’s bad.”
“How do you know they’ll be resistant to being contained?” Dr. Spud asks.
“I don’t, and that’s why it’s a bad thing! The first 2D-529 took ten minutes to contain. Just- let me go take care of this.” Dr. Eicher dashes out of the room, but was careful to close and lock the door.
Dr. Spud sits back on 2D-682, sighing. “What’s so wrong with the foundation knowing that not everything sapient being is willing to submit and give up their freedom?”
Dr. Eicher opened a new file on his computer, titling it, “Life Pen Log”. He noted all learned information about the pen, and everything drawn with it; excluding Dr. Spud and the 2D pen. His search to find the dog and 2D-529 was unsuccessful, which dropped a weight on Dr. Eicher’s back. Telling Dr. Wringer about the missing entities was humiliating; especially when she told him if any more entities drawn from the pen, especially dangerous entities escaped before containment, the pen would be confiscated and put in storage, and he’d have to have level three clearance approval to use it. It was releasing for Dr. Eicher to know that 2D-682 had no interest in escaping; Dr. Spud informed him the reason 2D-682 was so docile, was because he wrote an excerpt from 682’s file, modifying it to say he was docile and friendly to humans who deserved it. It seemed the changes only applied to 2D-682, as there were no reports of interest about SCP-682 made. Dr. Eicher looks over at Dr. Spud, who was asleep on the floor. The other 2D beings were in various places about the room.
There was a knock on the door. The knock prompted the attention of all 2D beings in the room, including Dr. Spud, who all dashed under Dr. Eicher’s desk.
Dr. Eicher’s head spun at how fast the entities dashed under his desk, and how well concealed they were; morphing sizes was a handy skill. He walks over to the door, opening it.
Standing at the door was Dr. Marigold.
“Hi, Todd. I wanna play with the pen some more.” She monotones, staring him in the eyes. Her blank state was creepy at times.
“Don’t phrase it that way.” Dr. Eicher groans. “I’m busy taking notes on the pen.”
“You drew 682?”
This question sets of an alarm in Dr. Eicher’s head as he turns to see 2D-682 on the back wall across from the door.
“Uh, yes. I even edited his 2D files to make him nice to people.” Dr. Eicher explains, glancing at his desk.
“Why’d you draw him cartoony? A realistic one would be cooler.” Dr. Marigold walks into the room, shutting the door behind her.
Dr. Eicher walks back to his desk, sitting down in the desk chair. “I wanted to branch out my art style, see if 682 acted differently drawn cartoony. He didn’t till I edited his file.” Dr. Eicher glances down under his desk, the rest of the drawings still underneath. He looks back up at Dr. Marigold.
“Oh.” Dr. Marigold says, sitting in a chair in the corner of the room.
“No need to take credit for my work, I’m quite proud of it.” Dr. Spud and the remaining drawings manifest on the the wall behind Dr. Eicher.
Dr. Eicher’s heart skipped a beat. What was Spud thinking?
Dr. Marigold’s usually calm, tired expression transfigures into one of surprise. “Dr. Spud?” Her facial expression then transforms to one of amusement. “How didn’t I know you were gonna do that, Todd?” She crosses her arms.
Dr. Eicher sighs, rubbing his hands over his face. “Look. I missed him.”
“And now I’m back!” Dr. Spud beams, placing both hands on his hips.
Dr. Marigold bites her lip. “You’re.. not the Jeremy Rogers that died half a year ago. You’re just a drawing copy of him.” She explains.
As Dr. Marigold spoke, Dr. Spud’s friendly expression disappears. “No, that pen brought me back to life!” He counters.
Dr. Eicher watches the exchange, unable to contribute due to the conflict in his heart.
“No, it didn’t. Jeremy Rogers is still dead. You’re merely a drawing.” Dr. Marigold states.
Dr. Spud’s face contorts in anger. Despite his eyes only being black and white, the fire in them was clear. He pulls the 2D pen from his pocket, swiftly drawing a simple image of a hand gun. Before reaction could be made, Dr. Spud aims the 2D gun at Dr. Marigold, the threat of the 2D image all too real when a bullet strikes her shoulder. “Could just a copy do that?” He snaps.
Dr. Marigold grunts, clutching her wounded shoulder.
Dr. Eicher watched the scene unfold in horror. Dr. Spud only got aggressive with other staff members when passionate. This was another level. The shock of the situation kept him frozen for a few seconds, before reaching for the walking talkie on his desk, pressing a button. “Containment team and medical staff to my office is requested immediately!”
Dr. Spud glances at Dr. Eicher with hurt in his eyes, then hopping onto 2D-682, slipping out of the room.
Dr. Eicher’s actions did not help settle the conflict in his head. How could something be so familiar, but so different? Was containment the only solution?
Abandoned, now Friendly Fossils/Fossil Friends Collab with Zyn
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: A fund of █████ is to be set aside from the Foundation resources to preserve SCP-XXXX discovery sites.
Collected instances of SCP-XXXX are to each be stored in a standard anomalous entity containment unit. SCP-XXXX instances show no wither or decay if contempt with its discovery site preservation and current caretaker. The only maintenance of SCP-XXXX preservation that has been necessary to date is to dust each instance once a month, which is to be carried out by Dr. Perry. SCP-XXXX instances are accessible to personnel of Level 2 security clearance and higher.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a collection of fossils of undocumented species. Each fossil is located in a separate location within North America. Every SCP-XXXX instance to date has been discovered on the surface level of the ground. Upon arrival at a discovery site, the SCP-XXXX instance will “react” differently depending on weather a viewer has carried out steps to preserve the discovery site or if they have not. For a detailed description of this process, see Addendum 1.
Addendum 1: Initial Discovery
On 18/06/17 a report of a missed opportunity to collect fossils of a rare species after they began to rapidly decay by █████ Museum was noted. Foundation agents were sent to the museum posing as journalists to gather more information on the situation. Agents were informed that a purchase was in order with a Mr. Elijah ███, who had called the museum with an offer of “rare one of a kind species animal fossils”. Mr. ███’s contact information was gathered from a talk with the onsite manager. Upon interviewing Mr. ███ it was discovered that he had collected the fossil from Kahuzi-Biega National Park while visiting the Democratic Republic of the Congo. Mr. ███ noted that the fossil had begun to move, making collection difficult. Mr. ███ explained this problem was solved by calling in representatives from the museum. As prices were discussed, the fossils began to rapidly decay.
Dr. Perry, Researcher McNamara, and Dr. Good were sent to examine the fossil discovery site. Upon arrival, it was noted that Kahuzi-Biega National Park was on the List of World Heritage in Danger. Preservation of Kahuzi-Biega National Park was put into action for containment purposes. Upon visiting the site after securing preservation, a Columba palumbus (common wood pigeon) fossil was present with the following letter next to it:
Congratulations! You just fossil #4!
These guys have been with me for a long while. They’ve been with me through thick and thin, and I’m grateful. But, I did some thinking recently. I decided it’s time for the world to feel the same joy I did when I first discovered these guys. They’re pretty friendly fellas, make a nice decoration. Could even chat with them when you're bored. They’re pretty intelligent; they’ll respond in their own way.
Good luck on your quest to explore the past!
Where the past comes alive next:
26° 10’ 48.88” N, 98° 21’ 53.9”
The SCP-XXXX instance present then approached the foundation personnel, beginning to rapidly recompose.
Addendum 2: Discovered Instances to Date
The following is a list of currently discovered SCP-XXXX instances:
Instance #: 4
Discovery Location: Kahuzi-Biega National Park, the Democratic Republic of the Congo.
Instance Description: SCP-XXXX #4 is a fossil of a specimen that measures 45.72cm tall. SCP-XXXX #4’s exoskeleton is primarily constructed of chitin and calcium. SCP-XXXX #4’s exoskeleton primarily mimics the features of a Chionoecetes opilio (Snow crab). The body of SCP-XXXX #4 is constructed of a skeletal structure anatomically similar to that of a Falco peregrinus (peregrine falcon).
Notes - SCP-XXXX #4 displayed favoritism towards Researcher McNamara, approaching him initially and begun to recompose. Researcher McNamara notes that he primarily works with Avian anomalies.
Instance #: 6
Discovery Location: National Butterfly Center, Mission, Texas.
Instance Description: SCP-XXXX #6 appears to be an undiscovered specimen of the Orthoptera order of insects. SCP-XXXX #6 has what appears to be an undiscovered specimen of the Rosales order of plants attached to its back. SCP-XXXX #6 measures to be approximately 14.52cm wide.
Instance #: 9
Discovery Location: City of Potsí, Potsí, Bolivia.
Instance Description: SCP-XXXX #9 is a tube shaped specimen roughly mimicking the anatomical structure as well as genetically identifying with that of a felis catus (common house cat).
Instance #: 10
Discovery Location: Niokolo-Koba National Park, Tambacounda Region.
Instance Description: SCP-XXXX #10 is a quadruped with an upper skeletal similar to that of a Tursiops truncatus (common bottlenose dolphin), and neck and skull structure similar to the Canis lupus familiaris (domestic dog).
Notes - SCP-XXXX #10 has shown to have a sense of humor since its arrival at the Foundation, as it has been noted to “poke fun” at certain features of researchers that have worked with it to date.
Instance #: 14
Discovery Location: Fortifications on the Caribbean Side of Panama: Portobelo-San Lorenzo, Colón Province.
Instance Description: SCP-XXXX #14 is a botanical structure to that of a xylosma congestum (xylosma shrub). SCP-XXXX #14 has been tested to have a biological makeup similar to that of a Sarracenia purpurea (purple pitcher plant). Intertwined between the structure of SCP-XXXX #14 is a deconstructed fossil, roughly mimicking the anatomical structure of a Panthera Tigris (tiger). This structure was designated SCP-XXXX #14-A. Bones genetically matching specimen of the Dromaeosauridae family were found inside the fossil of SCP-XXXX #14, although it is unknown if these belong to SCP-XXXX #14-A.
Notes - SCP-XXXX #14 has shown no sentience, although SCP-XXXX #14-A has shown to be sentient, along with the ability to move, although it cannot move from SCP-XXXX #14.
Instance #: 17
Discovery Location: Tropical Rainforest Heritage of Sumatra, Sumatra, Indonesia.
Instance Description: SCP-XXXX #17 is a fossil anatomically similar to that of a Halichondria bowerbanki (Halichondrida) with four (4) additional appendages extending from both sides.
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