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SCP "SIG"1

Item #: XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXX is to be housed in a standard humanoid containment cell located at the eastern wing of Site-XX, and kept under guard by at least two security personnel at all times. Sharp implements of any nature should be kept out of its cell, and at no point should SCP-XXXX be terminated without the presence of an approved host. In the event that SCP-XXXX becomes hostile, non-lethal methods such as tranquillizer guns or sleeping gas are to be used to subdue it.

When SCP-XXXX reaches an advanced age, 60 to 70-years-old being the preferred range, a host is to be provided to it with the approval of the Ethics Committee. A child [who has experienced brain death] should be prioritized as a suitable host, but if it is not easily obtainable [within a week], a child from the nearest orphanage can be used instead. The host is to be brought into an isolated cell with SCP-XXXX, and a [lethal injection] is to be administered to SCP-XXXX. After approximately five minutes, the host will be successfully converted to SCP-XXXX and is to be escorted back to its cell immediately afterwards. [The discarded shell of SCP-XXXX does not have any anomalous properties, and can be disposed of in an incinerator.]

Description: At the time of discovery, SCP-XXXX had the appearance of a woman [of European heritage] in her early thirties. Due to its anomalous properties as described below, it does not possess any consistent physical traits, but its personality and mental state remain relatively uniform no matter what form it takes.

SCP-XXXX has displayed the ability to transfer its [consciousness] into a child it considers its own, permanently erasing the child's [original personality][own mind] in the process. [The child's blood relation, or lack thereof, to SCP-XXXX has no effect on the transfer if SCP-XXXX firmly believes the child to be its own.] However, it is unable to carry out the transfer while its original body still functions. Additionally, SCP-XXXX claims that [it is capable of travelling back in time when it experiences a death without the presence of an offspring, retaining its memories of future events.

SCP "SIG" 2

Item No: XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell located at the eastern wing of Site-XX. Sharp objects of any nature should be kept out of its cell, and at no point should SCP-XXXX be terminated without the presence of an approved host. In the event that SCP-XXXX becomes hostile, non-lethal methods should be used to subdue it.

When SCP-XXXX reaches an advanced age, with the optimal range observed to be between 60 to 70 years of age, a host is to be provided to it with the approval of the Ethics Committee. Any D-class personnel aged 20 aged 25 and below are considered suitable, with a preference towards female personnel. A lethal injection must be administered for the transfer process to be activated, and once the process is completed, the host will become a new instance of SCP-XXXX. The discarded body obtained after the process does not exhibit anomalous properties, and should be disposed of in an on-site incinerator.

Update: Following Incident-XXXX, Foundation staff are not permitted to hold prolonged conversations with SCP-XXXX outside of approved interviews, nor divulge personal information to it at any time, so as to prevent the entity from deeming any personnel as suitable hosts.

Description: SCP-XXXX is currently occupying the body of D-XXXXX, a woman of Asian descent in her early twenties. Following Incident-XXXX, SCP-XXXX currently inhabits the body of D-YYYYY. It does not possess any consistent physical traits, but its personality and mental state remain relatively uniform no matter what form it takes.

SCP-XXXX has displayed the ability to transfer its consciousness into a suitable host at the point of death, and permanently erase its original personality in the process. The transfer process can only take place when both parties are present in the same room This happens regardless of proximity between the parties involved, and only when SCP-XXXX is aware of the host’s existence. A common factor that the entity’s hosts share is the lack of potential perceived by SCP-XXXX. It takes approximately five minutes for the process to be completed, after which the host becomes a new instance of SCP-XXXX while leaving behind its previously occupied body. This process cannot be reversed in any way.

Discovery: SCP-XXXX's existence was first brought to light by Foundation applicant Michelle Brown during her assessment interview, conducted by Agent Parson. Mrs Brown had turned down the offer while citing the reason to be stress caused by her previous career as a social worker. The following conversation was recorded on camera.

+ Interview with Michelle Brown

Brown: I’m sorry, but I’m afraid that I can’t do that. I just can’t bring myself to work with that sort of stress anymore. Even the most patient person has their limit, and I’ve long hit mine already. Some of the people I’ve met during my time as a social worker, their stories can make anyone’s skin crawl. Especially those rumours about her…

Agent Parson: Who?

Brown: Oh, I’m talking about someone from the Brooks family. Heavens, it’s been so long since I’ve thought about her. I think she moved because of those rumours; I was never able to contact her again.

Agent Parson: What kind of rumours were they?

Brown: Things like “family is cursed”, “they’re part of a cult practising black magic”, and so on. You’d think that a tragic incident like suicide would draw more sympathy, but some people just can’t help stirring up trouble. Hmph.

Agent Parson: Those sound rather drastic for just one suicide. Was there anything else that could have caused the rumours?

Brown: Nothing, as far as I could tell. And even if there was anything of the sort, there’s no reason to jump to something as silly as black magic! Really…

Agent Parson: If you don’t mind me asking, how was this family like before their passing?

Brown: I wasn’t close to them, unfortunately. I didn’t even hear of them until the couple passed and their daughter was put into a foster home. But according to her, they were very lovely, and treated her very well. Nothing out of the norm, and certainly nothing that suggests cult activity.

Agent Parson: I see. And the daughter?

Brown: Just the sweetest little girl you can talk to. Very sharp for her age too; she can always tell where the conversation is going. She can get just a tad… fussy with the things she do, and a bit reclusive at times, and perhaps had a tendency to give up easily. But that was hardly anything to be worried about. With all things considered, she is extraordinarily well-adjusted for a child in her situation. You wouldn’t know that her parents had died if you spoke to her.

Agent Parson: What do you mean by “fussy”?

Brown: Hm… Her temper can flare up suddenly if she makes a mistake. It wasn’t anything terribly bad, but it was still worrying to see her lash out over anything minor. It was the most pressing issue that we tried to deal with first, but I think it toned down as she grew older. [laughs] Perhaps it had something with her becoming less clumsy with age.

Agent Parson: Was that all?

Brown: Mhm, that’s right. Other than the occasional fit, she never let those awful rumours affect her in the slightest. [sighs] The last thing I heard from her parents was that she changed names and moved away. I will admit, I was a tad disappointed she didn’t contact me beforehand, but I understand if she wanted to get away from the bad memories. I just hope that she’s doing alright now…

Agent Parson: Do you know where she moved to?

Brown: Now now, don’t go asking me that sort of question! That poor girl was under so much stress growing up, she doesn’t need anyone hounding after her about this nonsense! Besides, she’s never told me, so I wouldn’t know. I suspect that she didn’t want any rumours following her.

Agent Parson: That’s understandable, I would have done the same if I were in her shoes. Anyway, I believe that I should get going now, so thank you for your time.

Brown: Oh my! I didn’t realise the time… Look at me, rambling on about inane matters like this. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to take up so much of your time.

Agent Parson: It’s alright. If it makes you feel better, it wasn’t a waste of time at all. I’ve learned a lot today.

Brown: Is that so? Well, just promise me one thing: don’t go hunting her down, and don’t share what I’ve told you with anyone else. I’d feel terrible if she got harassed because of me.

Agent Parson: I will keep that in mind. Take care of yourself on your way out now.

Upon learning about the rumours surrounding the Brooks family, Agent Lee was dispatched to collect additional information about SCP-XXXX before the possibility of containment could be considered. Multiple accounts had been collected from civilians that have come into contact with the family, but residents from Woodland Way were considered more reliable. The most informative account was given by a delivery man named Benjamin Gardner.

+ Interview with Benjamin Gardner

Agent Lee: Good afternoon, Mr Gardner. Do you have a minute?

Gardner: Huh? Who are you?

Agent Lee: My name is Shane Lee, but you can just call me Mr Lee. I’ve heard of the rumours surrounding the late Brooks family, and my sources tell me that the residents here may know something.

Gardner: Oh. You’re one of those types, huh? Never consider the fact that we don’t want to be bothered about them again… [Louder] Why didn’t you just read the papers if you wanna know about them?

Agent Lee: Because only the suicides were reported. There was nothing stated about the rumours behind it, which I’m more interested in. I promise that it won’t take up too much of your time, so if you could indulge me…

Gardner: Hrmph. Fine, I’ll tell you if you promise that you’ll get out of my hair quick. Deal? Good. I’ll get to the point, then. Those Brooks were a creepy bunch. They were alright enough when they moved here, but then it immediately went south during… oh, about the first week or so.

Agent Lee: How so?

Gardner: Tch. That’s the thing, it’s hard to pin down. People that meet them out on the streets don’t think anything’s wrong, because they don’t have to live with them 24/7. They’ve never had to sit through one of Mrs Brooks’ lectures, or listen to her husband moan about one thing or another… They had no idea.
Agent Lee: So to an outside perspective, they appeared normal, but in reality, they weren’t. What about the rumours?

Gardner: Heard it from someone out of town, who knew about Mrs Brooks in passing. Apparently, her mother, grandmother, great-grandmother and everyone else from her family line committed suicide. That’s already freaky enough, but then I found out that it’s just all of the… mother figures, I guess you can call them, from Mrs Brooks’ side. No one else. Two or three could just be a coincidence, but any more than that has to mean that there is something more going on. Well, was. Not to mention that she treats her own mother like garbage.

Agent Lee: Could you elaborate?

Gardner: Doesn’t like it when you bring her up. Mrs Brooks acts like her mother’s suicide was something… good. Like she was better off dead? It was a load of bullshit. I ended that conversation as quickly as I could. I dunno if she’s doing what the rumours say, but she definitely ain’t helping her own case.

Agent Lee: I see. What about her behaviour? I’ve heard that her daughter could fly off the handle at a moment’s notice; was Mrs Brooks the same way?

Gardner: Eh? You sure you heard that right? Mrs Brooks was definitely like that. Wouldn’t shut up if she catches someone messing up something. She can go on for an hour if a drink is so much as spilt. I arrive late once, once, and that harpy tore into me like I threatened to murder her entire family. Andersons told me that they could hear her from down the street. At least I wasn’t one of those poor schmucks that got their crap snatched away by her because they weren’t doing it right, but still… Ugh, I’m already getting a headache thinking about it. Anyway, I can’t imagine her daughter being like that, too. She was about as far away from her mother, personality-wise and… Well, everything-wise, really. Don’t see her too much — Mrs Brooks didn’t let her out much — but she always looked sad and scared. On edge, you know? I don’t blame ‘er at all.

Agent Lee: Interesting. Has anyone tried talking to her about her behaviour before?

Gardner: Hah! Yeah, that didn’t happen. She didn’t even listen to her own husband, what makes you think she would have listened to strangers like us? And don’t think nobody tried. I personally didn’t want anything to do with her, but I know some folks who tried to have a chat with her. Most of the time, she wasn’t around, but one time, Jones managed to get a hold of her. He hadn’t even said anything, and she just went, “I don’t need your input on my life when you can’t even hold down a job properly, now stop bothering me.” I told him not to bother anymore; bloody hypocrite couldn’t even stand having a grass blade too tall without burning down the whole yard, if you get what I mean.

Agent Lee: I see. That’s unfortunate.

Gardner: Yes, yes, it is. Now, are you done? I think I’ve said enough already; I don’t want her spirit coming back to scream at me.

Agent Lee: Just one more question. Is there anything else you want to say about the family? Mrs Brooks in particular.

Gardner: Nothing… Well, I suppose that with all this, I feel sorry for the kid. She didn’t do anything to deserve that… whatever her family was. I’m not wishing for any deaths, but in my opinion? It was probably for the best that her parents passed. Now she can have a shot at having a better life.

Agent Lee: I see. Thank you for your time, I will be taking my leave now.

Following the Woodland Way interviews, a squad of [Foundation agents] was sent to track down and contain SCP-XXXX. The entity was intercepted at Blackhorse Road, UK, where it was successfully subdued via tranquillization.

Addendum SCP-XXXX-1: A series of interviews were conducted with SCP-XXXX, known as Angela Springer at the time, to determine the presence of anomalous abilities. Following an unsuccessful attempt that consisted of the entity attempting to assault personnel, the standard-issue chair has been removed from its cell, and the partition has been replaced with a stronger tempered glass composition. Another attempt to engage it in an interview was not made until a week later.

+ Open Interview Transcript

Interviewer: Doctor Whithorn

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX

Foreword: This interview was conducted to uncover the effective presence of anomalies in the subject.

<Begin Log>

[SCP-XXXX was observed to be sitting on its bed, but gets up once Researcher Whithorn begins to speak into the microphone.]

Doctor Whithorn: Hello, Miss Springer, can you hear me?

SCP-XXXX: … Yes.

Doctor Whitehorn: Good. My name is Doctor White, and I’ll be conducting this interview today. Thank you for consenting to the session today. May I ask what prompted the change of heart?

SCP-XXXX: I didn’t have a change of heart, don’t misinterpret it. I just got sick of trying to get out of here on my own, and you wouldn’t stop pestering me about these interviews, so… to hell with it.

Doctor Whithorn: I see. Just to make it clear, this isn’t a kidnapping attempt or anything of the sort. Once you’ve answered our questions, depending on your answers, you will be released.

SCP-XXXX: [Grunts] Tch, fine, I’ll follow along with… this. I’ve never been kidnapped just to be asked questions, but eh, I guess there’s a first for everything. [laughter]

Doctor Whithorn: Thank you. Now, I believe that your family was the subject of many disturbing rumours. What do you know about them?

SCP-XXXX: [Laughter stops] Huh? Wait, what? What the f—? Wait. Wait, no, no, no, you… I mean… But how…?

[This goes on for approximately ten seconds, before the entity manages to calm itself.]

SCP-XXXX: Goddamnit. You really caught me off guard, you… [Takes a deep breath] Where… Where did you hear that from?

Doctor Whithorn: I believe it was your [former] social worker who first shared her concerns. Are you still familiar with her?

SCP-XXXX: [Pause] Which one?

Doctor Whithorn: Michelle Brown. Do you reca—

SCP-XXXX: Oh, that one. Goddamn bitch… Tch, I knew I should have… Bah, whatever. Whatever.

Doctor Whithorn: Is everything alright, Ms Springer?

SCP-XXXX: Peachy. Anyway, you want to know about my… family history, did I hear that right?

Doctor Whithorn: And the rumours that surrounded it, yes.

SCP-XXXX: Right. So… I’ll start with my family, I suppose. I came from a normal enough household, I suppose. Did what any normal family would; we helped our neighbours whenever we could, my parents did their jobs, I had a bunch of extracurricular activities on top of homeschool… I loved it. I wish that it could have turned out better, but there’s nothing I can do about it now, yeah? [shrugs] I guess it sucks that I… my parents died, but I understand why they did it.

Doctor Whithorn: You know why they committed suicide?

SCP-XXXX: It wasn’t that hard to see why; they just felt that there was no point in continuing to, well, live. Come on, you’re a doctor, right? Surely it doesn’t take more than two brain cells to figure out why. Would you have been able to stand living with that sort of reputation? No, of course not.

Doctor Whithorn: But most of the accounts regarding your parents painted them in a relatively positive light, outside of your neighbourhood. Is it possible that you’re remembering it wrong? It would be understandable, given your young age at the time.

SCP-XXXX: Wh— No, I’m not! I think I would know more about my own parents than a complete stranger, thank you very much. Besides, having those kinds of rumours circulate around were devastating enough on their own. One person was enough to influence five into thinking that I’m the Devil, so how long would it have taken until five becomes ten, or a dozen? Or a hundred? Or even the whole city? You have no idea how aggravating it was to see stare after stare after stare after stare after stare! Frankly, my father took the easy way out! At least he doesn’t have to endure the whispering anymore.

Doctor Whithorn: I see. Do you need a minute to calm yourself?

SCP-XXXX: No, I don’t need a fucking—

[The entity cuts itself off, taking several deep breaths as it buries its face behind its hands.]

SCP-XXXX: I don’t need a minute, I don’t need anything, I just want this stupid interview to be done with. So are we done? Can I go now?

Doctor Whithorn: Not quite yet. Could you explain the basis behind the rumours, if you are aware of any?

SCP-XXXX: Basis? Tch, it’s just people stirring up sh— trouble. They hear a few scary things, and their imaginations begin to run amok and call it black magic.

Doctor Whithorn: And what were those scary things?

SCP-XXXX: … Things like everyone from my bloodline dying the same way. Now that I mention it, having to explain myself over and over again can get irritating very quickly. Like, I don’t blame people for not being aware of the circumstances the first time they hear about it, ‘cause I don’t expect them to know any better. So I decide to be nice and tell them what actually happened. Guess what they do next.

Doctor Whithorn: I take it that they did not believe you?

SCP-XXXX: Yeah! And they have the gall to tell me that I need to see someone about it. Did you hear that? Me. Hah! Those leeches come crawling to me whenever they need help, but then they turn around and whisper lies behind my back. I’ve already learnt to tune out the rubbish they spew out by now, but I’d rather nothing be said about it.

Doctor Whithorn: By “they”, I presume that you are talking about the residents of Woodland Way?

SCP-XXXX: No, I’m talking about Johnson from work. [Pause] Of course I’m talking about them.

Doctor Whithorn: But if I am correct, it was your late mother that dealt with the brunt of the rumours, wasn’t it?

SCP-XXXX: I’m sorry, come again? I don’t think I heard you right the first time.

Doctor Whithorn: Many residents from Woodland Way have reported their experiences with your mother, but they’ve never mentioned anything like that about you.
SCP-XXXX: That’s… I…

[SCP-XXXX becomes visibly tense and glances at its bed multiple times, but does not move from its position.]

Doctor Whithorn: And according to them, you didn’t have much interaction with the Woodland residents compared to your parents, and yet you speak of them with so much familiarity.

SCP-XXXX: What’s your point?

Doctor Whithorn: My point is, I believe that you are either not being truthful with me, or you are withholding information. You say that you were the one to make an effort to help your neighbours, but I have evidence that not only does your account contradict most of the Woodland residents’, you also did not return to the neighbourhood after the death of your parents, according to— Miss Springer, stay where you are!

[SCP-XXXX seems to hesitate, but eventually steps away from the partition, although it still displays aggressive body language.]

SCP-XXXX: You… Look, you listen to me here, okay? This. This is my own life. Who lived through my life? Me. Not you, me. So who would know my life inside and out? Me. So if I say it happened like that, then it fucking happened like that. I’ve already told you everything that I know, so let me out now!

Doctor Whithorn: I’m sorry, but we will have to schedule another interview if you refuse to be truthful.

SCP-XXXX: I already said, I’m not hiding anything!

Doctor Whithorn: Please calm down, Miss. There is nothing to be gained by lying.

[The entity remains silent for several seconds.]

SCP-XXXX: Calm down? Who the hell do you think you are? You sound just like those Woodland stuck-ups. I’ve done nothing but help them, and they talk behind my back like a bunch of two-faced assholes! And yet you believe them over me! Maybe there’s something wrong with you? Maybe you need to get your head checked by a quack, like everyone’s so fond of telling me! Ever think about doing that instead of snatching people off the street?!

[SCP-XXXX begins to approach the partition with apparent hostility, ignoring Doctor Whithorn’s multiple requests to desist. Security personnel entered the cell and began to restrain the entity, sedating it when it repeatedly attempted to reach for their tranquilizer guns.]

Closing statement: While some of Miss Springer’s statements have most likely been untruthful, her account, combined with that of her neighbours leads me to suspect the subject possesses anomalous properties whose full extent cannot yet be determined. Perhaps if she could be pushed to cooperate, her situation will become clear. However, I recommend that she be left alone to calm down for the moment. I will submit a request for a follow-up interview to Site Command.

Addendum SCP-XXXX-2: During the first day following its first interview, SCP-XXXX was discovered with a glass shard in its possession, presumably hidden after its attempted containment breach. The shard was confiscated, and the entity was frequently observed to be sitting on its bed during subsequent days, often muttering indistinguishably to itself. It did not agree to a second interview until five days later.

+ Open Interview Transcript

Interviewer: Doctor Whithorn

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX

Foreword: This interview is a continuation of the first, and thus has the same goal.

[SCP-XXXX is seen lying on its bed, but sits up when Doctor White begins to speak into the microphone.]

Doctor Whithorn: Hello, Miss Springer. How are you feeling today?

[SCP-XXXX does not respond.]

Doctor Whithorn: [Pause] If you are willing, we could discuss the incident from a few days ago.

[SCP-XXXX bows its head, but does not respond.]

Doctor Whithorn: If you’re too uncomfortable with the topic, we could return to the topic of the interview we had before—

SCP-XXXX: Wait! I have something to tell you.

[SCP-XXXX stands up and moves to the centre of the cell.]

Doctor Whithorn: Pardon?

[The entity gives a wide smile.]

SCP-XXXX: Yep. I kept it from you last time, and I just felt… so awful about it. So I made up my mind. I’ll tell you.

Doctor Whithorn: Is that so? We can get back to that once we cover the previous—

SCP-XXXX: No no no, it actually does have to do with that. The first interview, I mean. You know, the thing I— you said I was lying about? That one? Yeah, that one. Pfft, sorry about that, it’s just that you made me so nervous I felt like I had no choice but to lie! You know what I mean, right? [Laughter]

Doctor Whithorn: Hm… Very well, I’ll hear you out.

SCP-XXXX: Okay. Okay okay okay. [Pause] Um, where do you want me to start?

Doctor Whithorn: You can start with the beginning of your testimony. You claimed that you often dealt with your neighbours’ queries, but the Woodland residents’ accounts never mentioned you, only your mother. Can you explain that?

SCP-XXXX: Of course! Just gimme a minute…

[SCP-XXXX taps its arm.]

SCP-XXXX: So, um, yeah, they’re right, for the record. My mother was the one who had to put up with them, since they were nosy as all hell. Nobody understood her, you know? Not even her husband.

Doctor Whithorn: Why is that?

SCP-XXXX: Because! All of them always go on and on about never giving up to my mother, of all people! Can you imagine that? She’s the one that puts the most effort into everything she does, and she only gives up when there’s nothing that could be done, but they’ve never bothered seeing it for themselves. [Pause] That’s, uh, what she told me at least. She vented to me a lot, because nobody else took her seriously. She told me so much that I can practically recite it backwards by now!

Doctor Whithorn: So what you are trying to say is, you were just confused?

SCP-XXXX: Yep! Absolutely nothing more.

Doctor Whithorn: I see.

SCP-XXXX: [Sighs] There, see? Nothing to worry about. So is that all you want to ask?

Doctor Whithorn: Not quite. I still want to ask about the suicides in your family, if you do not mind me doing so.

SCP-XXXX: F… Yeah, sure! Ah, just make it quick, please.

Doctor Whithorn: Thank you. You said yourself that all of the suicides happened under identical circumstances, is that right?

SCP-XXXX: Right.

Doctor Whithorn: Had you noticed, or perhaps learned anything regarding the incidents? Like a factor linking all the incidents together.

SCP-XXXX: Er. I guess you can say that all of them committed suicide because they didn’t see a point in continuing to live anymore. Not sure what else I can say about it.

Doctor Whithorn: Is that really all?

[SCP-XXXX begins to show signs of agitation.]

SCP-XXXX: Of course that’s all. Why wouldn’t that be all? Stop trying to dig up for nonexistent crap.

Doctor Whithorn: … Very well, then I’ll move on to my next question. Have you noticed anything strange about your mother before she passed?

SCP-XXXX: Excuse me? Are you calling… her strange?

Doctor Whithorn: I didn’t mean any offense. I meant strange in the… supernatural sense. That should be easier to understand, yes?

SCP-XXXX: Easier to understand?! Oh fuck off, I know what the word “strange” means! I’ll answer your stupid question if it means you’ll stop treating me like I’m an idiot, alright?

[SCP-XXXX takes several deep breaths.]

SCP-XXXX: … Sorry about that, just lost my temper for a bit. So you want to know if there’s anything strange going on? Fine, but the answer’s going to be boring. [Sighs] There was nothing magical or… or cultish going on. My mother was completely fine. No black magic or anything like that. There, you happy?

Doctor Whithorn: Then what were the circumstances behind her death?

SCP-XXXX: I already said, she died because she didn’t want to deal with it anymore! She felt that nothing she did was worth anything. And guess what? I don’t blame her! With the way those… neighbours tried to repay her help with their stupid lies, she was at the end of her rope trying to deal with it. [Snorts] It doesn’t take more than two brain cells to try and figure that one out, genius.

Doctor Whithorn: You seem very familiar with it. Do you remember it very clearly?

SCP-XXXX: Duh. Of course I remember it, you dumbass. I lived there.

Doctor Whithorn: Then you should be able to remember your father, right? Didn’t he try to help his wife?

SCP-XXXX: [Sighs] Yeah, help. I know he had good intentions, but really, all he did was make the situation worse.

Doctor Whithorn: And how did he do that?

SCP-XXXX: By making her look worse! He tried to get her into therapy. Did you hear that? Therapy. I… My mother already tried out therapy once and it didn’t help, but that idiot didn’t know when to quit and made her look like a goddamn nutcase by bringing it up all the time! [Pause] She, uh, vented all of that at me one day, and it kinda just stuck.

Doctor Whithorn: I see. May I ask why did it not work out for her?

SCP-XXXX: Do you really need to ask that? Look, I’m already trying to tell you there’s nothing weird going on, what more do you want from me?

Doctor Whithorn: Miss, please calm down. You promised to tell the full truth this time, remember? So I need the full story from you.

SCP-XXXX: I am calm. Stop telling me to be calm like I’m a child throwing a tantrum!

Doctor Whithorn: I was not trying to insinuate that, but please refrain from raising your voice all the time or—

SCP-XXXX: Or the interview will be rescheduled, yes, yes. I think I got it after the tenth time you’ve said that. [Sighs] Just… I’m trying to be calm here, okay? You’re not making it easy for me, with all these questions.

Doctor Whithorn: Then perhaps I could call for a break after you answer this question?

[SCP-XXXX takes a deep breath, then gives a smile.]

SCP-XXXX: That sounds lovely. Now what was the question again?

Doctor Whithorn: Why did therapy not work out for your mother?

SCP-XXXX: I still feel like I shouldn’t have to explain this, but… whatever. All she wanted to do was to support her own family, and she knows best how to do that. But with my father always pushing her to get help, she can’t support us because her bad reputation will get in the way, obviously. Everyone will start thinking she’s a loon, and they did, and our family will fall apart, which it. Did. She didn’t need a fucking quack feeling up her head to tell her how to manage her own family, and besides, he proclaimed her to be just fine anyway, so—

Doctor Whithorn: Miss Springer, could you repeat the last part?

SCP-XXXX: Huh?

Doctor Whithorn: The part about a quack.

SCP-XXXX: Oh. Er, you know, the therapists. The one I… er, heard of felt my mother’s head and compared it to a skull figure he had in his office. I’m telling you now, it is a complete waste of money—

Doctor Whithorn: One moment, please. That method of therapy you mentioned, is it phrenology?

SCP-XXXX: Eh? Um, yeah, I think so. [Pause] Why do you ask?

Doctor Whithorn: Miss Springer, that practice ended in the 19th century. It was disproved as a legitimate form of science many years ago. Didn’t you know that?

SCP-XXXX: What? But, but, that would mean therapy actually changed since—

[SCP-XXXX abruptly falls silent for several seconds, holding its head in apparent distress before retreating to a far corner of its cell.]

Doctor Whithorn: Miss Springer? Is something the matter?

SCP-XXXX: Shut up. Shut up! Please, just stop talking. What more do you want from me, huh? Huh?! You wanna ask what’s the matter with me? What’s the matter with you?! I decide to be nice, and do what you say, and explain my life to you, and you turn it around to throw it back in my face! You’re just like them! You don’t appreciate what I’m doing just for you! You— You—

[SCP-XXXX advanced towards partition, but abruptly stopped halfway as it seemed to consider something. After several seconds, it retreated back into a corner of its cell, refusing further attempts to continue with the interview.]

Closing statement: While it is unfortunate that the background of this person still remains relatively unclear, I believe that I am getting through to her, even if it’s a little bit at a time. Additionally, her current demeanour does not seem to be as aggressive as the last two times; perhaps she will relent with one more interview. I will submit another request

Addendum-XXXX-3: Following the previous interview, SCP-XXXX’s behaviour has undergone minor changes, including refusal to eat its meals and a frequent habit of staring at an opposite wall. When presented with a request for an interview on the following day, it was accepted immediately.

+ Open Interview Transcript

Interviewer: Doctor Whithorn

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX

Foreword: This interview will attempt to have SCP-XXXX explain the inconsistencies present in its testimonies during the first two interviews.

[SCP-XXXX was observed to be sitting on its bed with its back facing the partition, and remains seated when Doctor Whithorn begins to speak into the microphone.]

Doctor Whithorn: Good morning, Miss Springer. I am pleased to see you consenting to this session so quickly, although your behaviour yesterday was rather concerning. May I know the reason for that?

[SCP-XXXX does not respond.]

Doctor Whithorn: Miss Springer? Is something the matter?

SCP-XXXX: What do you think is the matter?

[SCP-XXXX turns to face at the partition.]

SCP-XXXX: I agreed because that’s all I can do right. It’s been days since I’ve seen anything other than white. I tried everything I could. Brute force, coyness, attacking… I even gave up one of my secrets to make you think I was a lunatic. But what did I get? Nothing. I still don’t know what the hell is going on or who you are, and I keep digging myself deeper and deeper… [Sighs] There’s no point in trying anymore. You’re obviously not going to leave me be, so I’ll tell you whatever. I just want this over with.

Doctor Whithorn: Do you need a moment to calm down?

SCP-XXXX: [Pause] No.

Doctor Whithorn: [Pause] Very well. If you are ready to cooperate now, then let’s start with clearing the inconsistencies in your testimonies.

SCP-XXXX: Which one? You made abundantly clear that there were a lot of those.

Doctor Whithorn: We will start with the more recent interview. Your testimony had several inconsistencies in it, but the most glaring was the mention of an outdated method of therapy. Do you have an explanation for that, Miss?

SCP-XXXX: [Short silence] That? Isn’t it obvious already? I don’t look it, but I’m much older than I look.

[The entity bows its head.]

SCP-XXXX: I didn’t know that therapy changed over the years. Phrenology was all the rage at that time, but… God, did it really die down that fast? I didn’t even notice. I was too busy with my own life… Times change so fast, don’t they?

Doctor Whithorn: So how old are you?

SCP-XXXX: I… don’t know. I mean, I don’t exactly keep track. I try to forget my past lives.

Doctor Whithorn: Are you able to give an estimation?

SCP-XXXX: I suppose… Since around the 16th century. [Pause] Huh. I never really thought about that before…

Doctor Whithorn: That’s quite a long time to live for. What is the cause of your longevity?

[SCP-XXXX plucks at its clothing, but does not give a response.]

Doctor Whithorn: Miss Springer?

SCP-XXXX: … I did it.

[There is a short pause.]

Doctor Whithorn: Ah. What do you mean by that? Do you mean to say that you are immortal?

[SCP-XXXX stifles a snort.]

SCP-XXXX: I wish. That’s the most absurd thing I’ve heard out of you yet, although it’s hard to beat you believing my powers were real…

[The entity falls silent, and turns its head away.]

Doctor Whithorn: Miss Springer, what’s wrong?

SCP-XXXX: [Pause] No, no, it’s nothing. Um, no, I’m not immortal. About as far from it as possible. [Sighs] Wouldn’t that be a delight, though? I won’t have to die all the time… Although I wouldn’t be able to correct my mistakes that way, huh?

Doctor Whithorn: You were saying?

SCP-XXXX: Right, right. It’s not the run-of-the-mill immortality that everyone knows now. I’ve technically been around for a long time, yes, but… My god, I’ve really changed since then. I’ve never held any love for my previous lives, but my first was by far the worst. To be blunt, I was a bumbling wreck. My parents were frustrated beyond belief, obviously, so they married me off earlier than normal. My husband was… [Sighs] He was such a dear. Always so tolerant, and didn’t even get mad when I constantly messed up. I stood by them to the best of my abilities, even more so than with my parents, but… it didn’t matter. I could only slow down the inevitable, but I couldn’t prevent it from crumbling.

[The entity pauses to wipe its face.]

SCP-XXXX: I couldn’t let myself drag my husband and child down. [Pause] So I secluded myself in a room and did it, hoping that whatever I became after death, I could come back as a person that everyone needed and not… this. I took measures to make sure nobody would walk in and get me down, but that didn’t work out in the end. Our daughter walked in just before I lost consciousness. [Snorts] Couldn’t even kill myself correctly…

Doctor Whithorn: And what happened after that?

SCP-XXXX: …The next thing I knew, I woke up standing at waist-high height while staring at my own dangling body.

Doctor Whithorn: Do you mean to say that—

SCP-XXXX: Mhm. I thought it was some sort of afterlife punishment at first. To make me feel bad about leaving my family behind. But then I tripped and hit my head, and the pain just… woke me up. It wasn’t a dream. I was genuinely in my own daughter’s body. And I…

[SCP-XXXX gestures vaguely with a hand.]

SCP-XXXX: I didn’t do anything for a good while after that. I couldn’t do anything. The funeral came and went, and I kept myself locked up in her bedroom to stop myself from losing my mind. Nobody cared. They were under the assumption that I went into shock from grief.

Doctor Whithorn: Did you try to tell them who you were?

[The entity begins to display signs of distress, and its voice becomes barely perceptible at this point.]

SCP-XXXX: … I did. Once. Back then, the idea of taking my children’s body was still new and terrifying. I was so scared and confused, I just ran blindly to tell my hus… fa… James. Even after I "died", I still needed his help. Fancy that.

Doctor Whithorn: So did he find out about it?

SCP-XXXX: No. No matter how much I cried, screamed and begged, he didn't budge. I just got brushed off. [Sighs] Well, at least it served as a valuable life lesson. I had only myself to depend on from there on out. No one else.

[SCP-XXXX turns to look at the partition.]

SCP-XXXX: Well, until now.

Doctor Whithorn: So if you felt so much guilt towards your actions, why did you continue doing it?

[SCP-XXXX glares at the partition.]

SCP-XXXX: Don’t make it sound like I do it for the thrills, you sicko. But what else was I supposed to do? The children wouldn’t have stood a chance against the world if even someone like me still struggles against it, and I still have things to do. The men I met afterwards were practically useless. It was for everyone’s sake. [Pause] Besides, if they don’t remember a thing afterwards, then what’s the harm?

Doctor Whithorn: What about in cases of infertility, or similar cases where you were unable to have a child?

SCP-XXXX: Don’t be stupid. Even now, there’s always a way to get a child. It’s not exactly hard to do. Even now… now…

[The entity suddenly falls silent, and does not give a response to Doctor Whithorn’s further questions, instead turning its back to the partition. The interview ended early as a result.]

Closing statement: I believe that Miss Springer’s current testimony falls in line with her previous accounts. However, given that there is no physical evidence of the newly stated anomalous ability, perhaps a few tests should be carried out to confirm her claims. I will submit a request for permission to conduct tests on Miss Springer to Site Command.

+ Test Log XXXX

Researcher: Doctor Whithorn

Subject: D-XXXXX, an 18-years-old female

Details: This test was carried out to confirm the alleged anomalous abilities of Angela Springer

Observations: D-XXXXX was brought into Springer’s cell with no prior knowledge of the experiment. After initial confusion expressed by both parties, Springer was instructed to acknowledge D-XXXXX as her child. She complied a few seconds later, and Foundation personnel entered her cell to administer a lethal injection to her. Approximately five minutes later, D-XXXXX ceased her panicked gesticulations and sat in the corner of her cell.

Addendum-XXXX-4: After the conclusion of the experiment, Angela Springer has been given the designation of SCP-XXXX.

+ Open Interview Transcript

Interviewer: Doctor Whithorn

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX

Foreword: The purpose of this interview is to inform SCP-XXXX of its current situation and perform a cursory check on its current state.

<Begin Log>

Doctor Whithorn: Good morning, SCP-XXXX. Have you adjusted well to your new body so far?

SCP-XXXX: Kind of. I feel a little out of it, but I’m not going to keel over any time soon. [Pause] Was this really necessary, though? I wasn’t done with the previous body.

Doctor Whithorn: I apologise, but we had to confirm your testimony.

SCP-XXXX: Hrm. Maybe I shouldn’t have expected anything else from someone who calls himself a doctor. So what do you plan to do with me now?

Doctor Whithorn: Now that we have evidence that you possess anomalous properties, we will have to keep you here indefinitely. You are not allowed to leave, but you can make requests for any changes to your accommodation, provided that they are reasonable.

SCP-XXXX: Right. Great.

Doctor Whithorn: You seem rather distracted today. Is something the matter?

SCP-XXXX: Do I, now? [Pauses, then sighs] I just thought I was… going to die in this place for real and… You know what, never mind. Am I going to get a steady supply of bodies from now on?

Doctor Whithorn: We would have to get approval first, but that will most likely be happening. I understand if you’re frustrated with your situation, but we will do our best to make your stay here comfortable.

SCP-XXXX: [Laughter] With what, therapy?

Doctor Whithorn: That is a possibility, yes. We have a few site psychologists in the facility. If you want to see one, you just have to put in a request.

SCP-XXXX: Oh. Hm… Say, can you tell me what therapy is like now? Nobody ever bothered to tell me about it.

Doctor Whithorn: It depends on an individual, but generally the therapist would have you share your own issues, then work out a solution for those issues. You do not have to agree to a session right now, but you are always free to put in a request to see one for consideration.

SCP-XXXX: How about I don’t agree to a session ever? [Snorts] I don’t mean any disrespect, but unless you have another 500-years-old guy stashed somewhere around here, I doubt anyone here can really help me.

Doctor Whithorn: Perhaps you could try one session? It could potentially be helpful for you.

SCP-XXXX: I’ve done well enough on my own all these years, I don’t need a stranger to tell me about feelings.

[The rest of the interview consisted of informing SCP-XXXX of its living arrangements, to which it was largely amicable with.]

Closing statement: While the entity had seemed to be accepting of its current arrangements, its refusal of therapy sessions and reasoning behind it is concerning. I am aware that any attempts to force it to attend therapy sessions will most likely prove counterproductive, but I suggest that a close eye should be kept out for behavioural issues in the future. Additionally, I would like to carry out further experiments to find out the true extent of its abilities. Its earlier claim of disorientation may have been due to being forced to acknowledge a stranger as its child without earlier notice. I suggest that any future attempts to build a bond between SCP-XXXX and its hosts should be carried out over a longer period of time.

+ Incident-XXXX

Incident-XXXX Log

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Dr Whithorn had attempted to carry out an experiment testing if the entity could accept a host that laid outside of the accepted age range. D-XXXXX was brought into SCP-XXXX’s cell weekly for two hours per visit, about one month before its scheduled termination. SCP-XXXX was observed to be prompting D-XXXXX into telling her own stories, presumably from her time before imprisonment. After each session, a short interview was held to gauge SCP-XXXX’s thoughts regarding the subject, which had appeared to be positive at the time.

A week before SCP-XXXX’s scheduled termination, the experiment had been deemed a failure as a bond had failed to bond between SCP-XXXX and D-XXXXX within the provided time period. The entity was recorded stating the following:

SCP-XXXX: I know what you’re trying to do, and the answer is no. She’s nice company, but I would never claim a criminal as my own kid. Are you nuts? I would have put myself out of my misery years ago if I were her. [Pause] So, are we continuing the meetings? She never got to finish telling me about her fishing trip with her father.

The experiment was postponed to two months before its next scheduled termination, while its current one took place as standard. However, the assigned host did not wake after the standard five minutes, and a security guard reported a disturbance from D-class personnel cells at around the same time. The following recording was taken from a camera inside the cell:

D-XXXXX is seen attempting to break down the cell door with a desk chair. Her two cellmates are seen lying unconscious behind her.

D-XXXXX: Hey! HEY! What did you fuckers do to me?! I already said I didn’t want her! What the hell happened?! [Pauses, then hits the door] Do you hear me? Answer me, goddamnit!

D-XXXXX was sedated and retrieved from her cell, and an interview was conducted shortly after she woke up, after which her identity was confirmed to be SCP-XXXX. It was then questioned about the incident, during which it was visibly tired, presumably from its escape attempt. The following is a transcript of the interview:

<Begin Log>

Doctor Whithorn: SCP-XXXX, do you know how this happened?

SCP-XXXX: I should be asking you that! What did you dumbasses do?!

Doctor Whithorn: I assure you that we did not cause this. Whether someone becomes your host is largely decided by you, isn’t it?

SCP-XXXX: Well… It is, but I didn’t have anything to do with this!

Doctor Whithorn: Then please stay calm for now. We want to help you, but you will have to lend us your cooperation as well.

SCP-XXXX: Well, aren’t you fucking calm about this? I lost the only person in this damn place that bothers talking to me like a human being, but you don’t care, do you?

[There is a short pause, and a sharp exhale is heard.]

SCP-XXXX: Fine. Just hurry up.

Doctor Whithorn: Thank you. Now, to start things off, do you feel any ill effects from the body swap? Anything that feels out of the norm for you.

SCP-XXXX: No. Just a little lightheaded, but that might’ve been because of the… screaming.

Doctor Whithorn: Do you feel the sensation you felt during your first body swap?

SCP-XXXX: A little, but I’ll live.

Doctor Whithorn: Very well. Now, if we want to start looking into the cause of this incident, starting from the feelings you have towards D-XXXXX. Can you share them?

SCP-XXXX: My what? Erm, I didn’t like her that way.

Doctor Whithorn: My apologies, I worded that poorly. What is your relationship with D-XXXXX?

SCP-XXXX: … That’s not much better, but I’ll take it. Anyway, I want to say first and foremost that I didn’t, never have, and never will call her my child. That’s my final word on the topic. But with that said, she isn’t that bad of a conversationalist. Knows how to keep an old hag like me hooked onto her stories.

[The entity rubs its forehead.]

SCP-XXXX: It’s such a pity that she turned out the way she did, really.

Doctor Whithorn: What do you mean by that?

SCP-XXXX: I thought she was just another criminal scumbag like the last one you gave me, which you didn’t tell me about before, by the way. But after hearing her out, I thought she could have been… well, great if she hadn’t thrown her life away like this. Did you hear how well-travelled she was? She’s been to more places than I have. [Sighs] She would have been a great candidate, but I can’t have the idea of having a criminal child on my conscience.

Doctor Whithorn: Why is that?

SCP-XXXX: I already had my freedom and dignity taken away. The least you can do is let me keep my standards.

Doctor Whithorn: I see. SCP-XXXX, are you aware that what you’ve said matches up to your testimony about your children?

[SCP-XXXX starts to stand, but seems to consider something and sits back down.]

SCP-XXXX: I already said, I don’t consider her my kid. Or a kid, for the matter.

Doctor Whithorn: If that is the case, then how do you explain this happening? Maybe your relation with your hosts is no longer a factor?

SCP-XXXX: But that can’t be! It’s been this way for years now, why would it just change all of a sudden?

Doctor Whithorn: Maybe it didn’t change. It is possible that it was a factor all along, but you’ve never noticed?

SCP-XXXX: But-but that’s…

[The entity falls silent at this moment.]

Doctor Whithorn: Well, this will be simpler for you, won’t it? This way, you won't have to force yourself to call strangers your children any longer.

SCP-XXXX: Yes? No? I-I don’t know. I don’t know what this is supposed to mean anymore. What’s going to happen to me now?

Doctor Whithorn: You are not in trouble if that is what you’re thinking. But I do believe that any interactions you have with personnel will have to be monitored at the very least.

SCP-XXXX: So nothing different, then.

Doctor Whithorn: Plus, your current arrangement with D-class personnel will be revised, and it is most likely that it will be minimized.

SCP-XXXX: Wha— Minimised? It’s stopping? But you can’t do that! Not when I just got to talk to someone after so long!

Doctor Whithorn: But now that we have uncovered new information about your abilities, it is very unlikely that we require you to bond with your hosts for your abilities to activate any longer.

SCP-XXXXX: Why the hell does that matter? Wait, is this because of what I said about the D-class? I’m sorry, okay?! I didn’t mean it! I still want to talk to them, I really do!

Doctor Whithorn: SCP-XXXX, that is not the issue at hand. [Pause] And why are you so adamant about conversing with D-class? If it is an issue with entertainment, you are free to ask for another book.

[SCP-XXXX jumps to its feet.]

SCP-XXXX: I don’t want a fucking book. Books can’t talk, Whithorn! I wanted to hear someone else’s voice for a change, someone who didn't look down on me like a lab rat! Don’t pretend like you understand what I’m feeling, okay? You still have your colleagues and your family. I thought I finally had someone I could talk to, but now she’s gone! She's never coming back! I can’t hear her stories anymore! I was even planning to tell her about…

[SCP-XXXX suddenly crouches with its head in its hands for several seconds. Then it wipes its face afterward and stands up again, with no visible signs of distress.]

SCP-XXXX: Forget it. Just forget about it. I wanted to talk to someone, but… I'm an idiot. I shouldn’t have gotten attached to her. [Pause] Was there anything else you needed from me?

Doctor Whithorn: I don’t believe so. SCP-XXXX, is there anything you require now? I understand that the incident might have been rather distressing for you.

SCP-XXXX: I just want to be alone now… Please.

<End Log>

Doctor Whithorn’s Note: This test may not be as much of a failure as we might think it is, considering it shed some light on a few… newly discovered effects of SCP-XXXX’s abilities. In light of today’s events, I recommend that any future interactions between it and Foundation personnel be limited to the minimum until the true cause of its abilities can be uncovered. Additionally, I suggest keeping relationships between SCP-XXXX and D-class personnel to a minimum to prevent recurrences of withdrawn behaviour.

Addendum-XXXX-5: Two weeks following Incident-XXXX, a request for a therapist had been put forth by SCP-XXXX. Approval pending.

SCP "SIG" 3

Item No: XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is kept in a standard humanoid containment cell located at the eastern wing of Site-XX. Sharp objects should be kept out of its cell at all times, and at no point should SCP-XXXX be terminated without the presence of an approved host. In the event that SCP-XXXX becomes hostile, non-lethal methods should be used to subdue it.

When SCP-XXXX reaches an advanced age, with the optimal range observed to be between 60 to 70 years of age, a host should be provided to it with the approval of the Ethics Committee. Any D-class personnel aged 20 aged 25 and below are considered suitable, with a preference towards female personnel. A lethal injection is required for the process to activate, after which a body will be obtained. It does not exhibit any anomalous properties and should be disposed of in an on-site incinerator.

Update: Following Incident-XXXX, Foundation staff are not permitted to hold prolonged conversations with SCP-XXXX outside of approved interviews, nor divulge personal information to it at any time, so as to prevent the entity from deeming any personnel as suitable hosts.

Description: SCP-XXXX is currently occupying the body of D-XXXXX, a woman of Asian descent in her early twenties. Following Incident-XXXX, SCP-XXXX currently inhabits the body of D-YYYYY. It does not possess any consistent physical traits, but its personality and mental state remain relatively uniform no matter what form it takes.

SCP-XXXX has displayed the ability to transfer its consciousness into a suitable host at the point of death, and permanently erase its original personality in the process. The transfer process can only take place when both parties are present in the same room This happens regardless of proximity between the parties involved, and only when SCP-XXXX is aware of the host’s existence. It takes approximately five minutes for the process to be completed, after which the host becomes a new instance of SCP-XXXX while leaving behind its previously occupied body. This process cannot be reversed in any way.

Discovery: Rumours about a Brooks family had surfaced from Woodland Way over the course of approximately twenty years, but there had been no cause for investigation until an assessment interview conducted by Agent Parson. The Foundation applicant in question was a woman named Michelle Brown, who had turned down the job offer. The following conversation was recorded on camera.

+ Interview with Michelle Brown

<Begin Log>

Brown: I’m sorry, but I’m afraid that I can’t take the job.

Agent Parson: May I ask why?

Brown: Now, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’ve hit my limit already. There’s only so much family drama I can take in a lifetime, and I don’t want to have meetings with clients start to feel like a chore, you know? I didn’t want to subject everyone to that.

Agent Parson: That’s understandable.

Brown: Right? Honestly, some of the things I hear during work would make even your hair turn white.

Agent Parson: [Chuckles] Oh really?

Brown: Mhm. Like the things they say about the Brooks. Hmph. That was a particularly horrid case.

Agent Parson: Sorry, did you say the Brooks? Do you know something about them?

Brown: Mm, I wouldn’t say that. Yes, I did speak to a family member of theirs on multiple occasions, but… Heavens, it’s been so long since I’ve thought about her. I think she might have moved because of those rumours; I was never able to contact her again.

Agent Parson: Can you tell me more about those rumours?

Brown: Things like “family is cursed”, “they’re part of a cult practising black magic”, and so on. You’d think that a tragic incident like suicide would draw more sympathy, but some people just can’t help stirring up trouble. Hmph.

Agent Parson: Those sound rather drastic for just one suicide. Was there anything else that could have caused the rumours?

Brown: Nothing, as far as I could tell. And even if there was anything of the sort, there’s no reason to jump to something as silly as black magic! Really…

Agent Parson: If you don’t mind me asking, how was this family like before their passing?

Brown: I wasn’t close to them, unfortunately. I didn’t even hear of them until the couple passed and their daughter was put into a foster home. But according to her, they were very lovely, and treated her very well. Nothing out of the norm, and certainly nothing that suggests cult activity.

Agent Parson: I see. And the daughter?

Brown: Just the sweetest little girl you can talk to. Very sharp for her age too; she can always tell where the conversation is going. She can get just a tad… fussy with the things she do, and a bit reclusive at times, and perhaps had a tendency to give up easily. But that was hardly anything to be worried about. With all things considered, she is extraordinarily well-adjusted for a child in her situation. You wouldn’t know that her parents had died if you spoke to her.

Agent Parson: What do you mean by “fussy”?

Brown: Hm… Her temper can flare up suddenly if she makes a mistake. It wasn’t anything terribly bad, but it was still worrying to see her lash out over anything minor. It was the most pressing issue that we tried to deal with first, but I think it toned down as she grew older. [laughs] Perhaps it had something with her becoming less clumsy with age.

Agent Parson: Was that all?

Brown: Mhm, that’s right. Other than the occasional fit, she never let those awful rumours affect her in the slightest. [sighs] The last thing I heard from her parents was that she changed names and moved away. I will admit, I was a tad disappointed she didn’t contact me beforehand, but I understand if she wanted to get away from the bad memories. I just hope that she’s doing alright now…

Agent Parson: Do you know where she moved to?

Brown: Now now, don’t go asking me that sort of question! That poor girl was under so much stress growing up, she doesn’t need anyone hounding after her about this nonsense! Besides, she’s never told me, so I wouldn’t know. I suspect that she didn’t want any rumours following her.

Agent Parson: That’s understandable, I would have done the same if I were in her shoes. Anyway, I believe that I should get going now, so thank you for your time.

Brown: Oh my! I didn’t realise the time… Look at me, rambling on about inane matters like this. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to take up so much of your time.

Agent Parson: It’s alright. If it makes you feel better, it wasn’t a waste of time at all. I’ve learned a lot today.

Brown: Is that so? Still, I'm sorry for talking for so long. It's just, this sort of job doesn't make for good dinner conversation, so…

Agent Parson: So you needed someone to lend an ear and I happened to be nearby. I understand completely, and it's no problem at all. Take care of yourself on your way out now.

Upon learning more about the rumours surrounding the Brooks family, Agent Lee was dispatched to collect additional information about SCP-XXXX before the possibility of containment could be considered. Multiple accounts had been collected from civilians that have come into contact with the family, but residents from Woodland Way were considered more reliable. Benjamin Gardener, a delivery man, provided a detailed account on the validity of these rumors.

+ Interview with Benjamin Gardner

Agent Lee: Good afternoon, Mr Gardner. Do you have a minute?

Gardner: Huh? Who are you?

Agent Lee: My name is Shane Lee, but you can just call me Mr Lee. I’ve heard of the rumours surrounding the late Brooks family, and my sources tell me that the residents here may know something.

Gardner: Oh. You’re one of those, huh? Never consider the fact that we don’t want to be bothered about them again… [Louder] Why didn’t you just read the papers if you wanna know about them?

Agent Lee: Because only the suicides were reported. There was nothing stated about the rumours behind it, which I’m more interested in. I promise that it won’t take up too much of your time, so if you could indulge me…

Gardner: Hrmph. Fine, I’ll tell you if you promise that you’ll get out of my hair quick. Deal? Good. I’ll get to the point, then. Those Brooks were a creepy bunch. They were alright enough when they moved here, but then it immediately went south during… oh, about the first week or so.

Agent Lee: How so?

Gardner: Tch. It’s hard to say. People that meet them out on the streets don’t think anything’s wrong, because they don’t have to live with them 24/7… They had no idea.

Agent Lee: So to an outside perspective, they appeared normal, but in reality, they weren’t. What about the rumours?

Gardner: Heard it from someone out of town. Every woman from her bloodline killed themselves. Two or three could just be a coincidence, but apparently it was all of them. Mrs Brooks never bothered to deny it, too. Not to mention that she treats her own mother like garbage.

Agent Lee: Could you elaborate?

Gardner: Doesn’t like it when you bring her up. Mrs Brooks acts like her mother’s suicide was something… good. Freak. I dunno if she’s doing what the rumours say, but she definitely ain’t helping her own case.

Agent Lee: I see. What about her behaviour? I’ve heard that her daughter could fly off the handle at a moment’s notice; was Mrs Brooks the same way?

Gardner: Eh? You sure you heard that right? Mrs Brooks was definitely like that. Wouldn’t shut up if she catches someone messing up something. She’d even snatch crap out of your hands if she thought you weren’t doing it right. But I can’t imagine her daughter being like her. She was about as far away from her mother when it came to… Well, everything, really. She always looked sad and scared. On edge. I don’t blame ‘er at all.

Agent Lee: Interesting. Has anyone tried talking to her about her behaviour before?

Gardner: Hah! Yeah, that turned out to be a load of bull. One time, Jones managed to get a hold of her, and she said, “I don’t need your input on my life when you can’t even hold down a job properly, now stop bothering me.” I told him not to bother with that harpy anymore, it wasn’t worth it.

Agent Lee: I see. That’s unfortunate.

Gardner: Yes, yes, it is. Now, are you done? I think I’ve said enough already; I don’t want her spirit coming back to scream at me.

Agent Lee: Just one more question. Is there anything else you want to say about the family? Mrs Brooks in particular.

Gardner: Nothing… Well, I suppose that with all this, I feel sorry for the kid. She didn’t do anything to deserve that… whatever her family was. I’m not wishing for any deaths, but I think it was for the best that her parents passed.

Agent Lee: I see. Thank you for your time, I will be taking my leave now.

Following the Woodland Way interviews, a squad of [Foundation agents] was sent to track down and contain SCP-XXXX. The entity was intercepted at Blackhorse Road, UK, where it was successfully subdued via tranquillization.

Addendum SCP-XXXX-1: A series of interviews were conducted with SCP-XXXX, known as Angela Springer at the time, to determine the presence of anomalous abilities. Following an unsuccessful attempt at escaping that consisted of the entity attempting to assault personnel, its chair has been removed from its cell, and the partition has been replaced with a stronger tempered glass composition. Another attempt to engage it in an interview was not made until a week later.

+ Open Interview Transcript

Interviewer: Doctor Matthew Whithorn

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX

Foreword: This interview was conducted to uncover the effective presence of anomalies in the subject.

<Begin Log>

[SCP-XXXX was observed to be sitting on its bed, but gets up once Researcher Whithorn begins to speak into the microphone.]

Doctor Whithorn: Hello, Miss Springer, can you hear me?

SCP-XXXX: … Yes.

Doctor Whitehorn: Good. My name is Doctor Whithorn, and I’ll be conducting this interview today. Thank you for consenting to the session today. May I ask what prompted the change of heart?

SCP-XXXX: I didn’t have a change of heart, idiot. I just got sick of trying to get out of here on my own, and you wouldn’t stop pestering me about these interviews, so… to hell with it.

Doctor Whithorn: I see. Just to make it clear, this isn’t a kidnapping attempt or anything of the sort. Once you’ve answered our questions, depending on your answers, you will be released.

SCP-XXXX: [Grunts] Tch, fine, I’ll follow along with… this. I’ve never been kidnapped just to be asked questions, but eh, I guess there’s a first for everything.

Doctor Whithorn: Thank you. Now, I believe that your family was the subject of many disturbing rumours. What do you know about them?

[SCP-XXXX remains silent for approximately ten seconds.]

SCP-XXXX: Oh. You’re not joking? Oh, that’s… Goddamnit. You took the trouble to kidnap me for this? [Takes a deep breath] Where did you hear that from?

Doctor Whithorn: I believe it was your former social worker who first shared her concerns. Are you still familiar with her?

SCP-XXXX: [Pause] Which one?

Doctor Whithorn: Michelle Brown. Do you reca—

SCP-XXXX: Oh, that one. Goddamn bitch… Tch, I knew I should have… Bah, whatever. Whatever.

Doctor Whithorn: Is everything alright, Ms Springer?

SCP-XXXX: Peachy. Anyway, you want to know about the… rumours. Right. Er… Is it the cult one?

Doctor Whithorn: Actually, can you tell me about the family suicides?

SCP-XXXX: [Indecipherable] Suicides. Great. Um, look, there’s nothing weird about suicides, okay? Happens all the time. I’m sure whoever spread that rumour was talking out of their ass.

Doctor Whithorn: We have evidence to believe that there is some truth to the rumours about the suicides, Miss Springer. Tell me, is it true that everyone from your bloodline commited suicide?

SCP-XXXX: How did you kn— I mean… Goddamnit. Yes, it’s true. So?

Doctor Whithorn: Are you aware of the circumstances behind the suicides?

SCP-XXXX: Circumstances… You make it sound way too sinister. For your information, there was no black magic bullshit going on in my family. I… They just offed themselves because they didn’t want to live anymore. I mean, you heard the rumours, right? No sane person would want to walk around having that kind of reputation.

Doctor Whithorn: But most of the accounts regarding your parents painted them in a relatively positive light, outside of your neighbourhood. Is it possible that you’re remembering it wrong? It would be understandable, given your young age at the time.

SCP-XXXX: I am not. I think I would know more about my own parents than a complete stranger, thank you very fucking much.

Doctor Whithorn: Do you need a minute to calm yourself?

SCP-XXXX: No, I don’t need a fucking—

[The entity cuts itself off, taking several deep breaths as it buries its face behind its hands.]

SCP-XXXX: I don’t need a minute, I don’t need anything, I just want this stupid interview to be done with. So are we done? Can I go now?

Doctor Whithorn: Not quite yet. Once or twice might just be a coincidence, but to have multiple suicides isolated in a single family points to highly unusual circumstances. Have you noticed anything out of the norm with your parents, before they passed?

SCP-XXXX: [Mumbles] Again, no. My mother was just… trying her best, okay? She had so many people breathing down her neck just for wanting to do things right, including her own husband. She had to put up with so many years of that, and people wonder why she took her own life. Fancy that, huh?

Doctor Whithorn: Did nobody try to get her help?

SCP-XXXX: [Snorts] Their help leaves much to be desired. Those leeches come crawling to me whenever they need help, but then they turn around and whisper lies behind my back. I’ve already learnt to tune out the rubbish they spew out by now, but it still pisses me off.

Doctor Whithorn: By “they”, I presume that you are talking about the residents of Woodland Way?

SCP-XXXX: No, I’m talking about Johnson from work. [Pause] Of course I’m talking about them.

Doctor Whithorn: But if I am correct, it was your late mother that dealt with the brunt of the rumours, wasn’t it?

SCP-XXXX: [Pause] Come again?

Doctor Whithorn: Many residents from Woodland Way have reported their experiences with your mother, but they’ve never mentioned anything like that about you.
SCP-XXXX: That’s… Uh…

[SCP-XXXX becomes visibly tense and glances at its bed multiple times.]

Doctor Whithorn: And according to them, you didn’t have much interaction with the Woodland residents compared to your parents, and yet you speak of them with so much familiarity.

SCP-XXXX: What’s your point?

Doctor Whithorn: My point is, I believe that you are either not being truthful with me, or you are withholding information. I have evidence that not only does your account contradict most of the Woodland residents’, you also did not return to the neighbourhood after the death of your parents, according to— Miss Springer, stay where you are!

[SCP-XXXX seems to hesitate, but eventually steps away from the partition, although it still displays aggressive body language.]

SCP-XXXX: You… Look, you listen to me here, okay? This. This is my own life. Who lived through my life? Me. Not you, me. So who would know my life inside and out? Me. So if I say it happened like that, then it fucking happened like that. I’ve already told you everything that I know, so let me out now!

Doctor Whithorn: I’m sorry, but we will have to schedule another interview if you refuse to be truthful.

SCP-XXXX: I already said, I’m not hiding anything!

Doctor Whithorn: Please calm down, Miss. There is nothing to be gained by lying.

SCP-XXXX: Calm down? Who the hell do you think you are? I’ve done nothing but help those fucking stuck-ups, and they talk behind my back like a bunch of two-faced assholes! And yet you believe them over me! Maybe there’s something wrong with you, huh? Maybe you need to get your head checked by a quack, like everyone’s so fond of telling me! Ever think about doing that instead of snatching people off the street?!

[SCP-XXXX begins to approach the partition with apparent hostility, ignoring Doctor Whithorn’s multiple requests to desist. Security personnel entered the cell and began to restrain the entity, sedating it when it repeatedly attempted to reach for their tranquilizer guns.]

Closing statement: While some of Miss Springer’s statements have most likely been untruthful, her account, combined with that of her neighbours leads me to suspect the subject possesses anomalous properties whose full extent cannot yet be determined. Perhaps if she could be pushed to cooperate, her situation will become clear. However, I recommend that she be left alone to calm down for the moment. I will submit a request for a follow-up interview to Site Command.

Addendum SCP-XXXX-2: During the first day following its first interview, SCP-XXXX was discovered with a glass shard in its possession, presumably hidden after its attempted containment breach. The shard was confiscated, and the entity was frequently observed to be sitting on its bed during subsequent days, often muttering indistinguishably to itself. It did not agree to a second interview until five days later.

+ Open Interview Transcript

Interviewer: Doctor Matthew Whithorn

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX

Foreword: This interview is a continuation of the first, and thus has the same goal.

[SCP-XXXX is seen lying on its bed, but sits up when Doctor White begins to speak into the microphone.]

Doctor Whithorn: Hello, Miss Springer. How are you feeling today?

SCP-XXXX: I have something to tell you.

[SCP-XXXX stands up and moves to the centre of the cell.]

Doctor Whithorn: Pardon?

SCP-XXXX: Yep. I kept it from you last time, and I just felt… so awful about it. So I made up my mind. I’ll tell you.

Doctor Whithorn: Is that so? Well, we can get back to that once we cover the previous—

SCP-XXXX: No no no, it actually does have to do with that. You wanted an explanation, right? I can give you one.

Doctor Whithorn: Hm… Very well, I’ll hear you out.

SCP-XXXX: Okay. Um… I was just confused, that’s all. My, uh, parents argued a lot, usually over something stupidly mundane, like car brands, soccer teams, a policy Queen V— Elizabeth enacted, you know? Made my mother vent to me a lot, and it got to the point where it felt like I was the one doing it, yeah?

Doctor Whithorn: You were… confused.

SCP-XXXX: Yep! See? Nothing to worry about. So is that all you want to ask?

Doctor Whithorn: Not quite. I still want to ask about the suicides in your family, if you do not mind me doing so.

SCP-XXXX: Oh, um… Sure. Ah, just make it quick, please.

Doctor Whithorn: Thank you. You said yourself that all of the suicides happened under normal circumstances, but I am inclined to believe that there is more to it than that.

[SCP-XXXX begins to show signs of agitation.]

SCP-XXXX: Why, you… You really love to dig up for nonexistent crap, don’t you?

Doctor Whithorn: That isn’t my intention, Miss Springer. I just need you to cooperate and answer my questions truthfully.

SCP-XXXX: And I already did. She died because she didn’t want to deal with it anymore. Felt that nothing she did was worth anything. And guess what? I don’t blame her! She was practically at the end of her rope trying to deal with it. [Snorts] It doesn’t take more than two brain cells to try and figure that one out, genius.

Doctor Whithorn: Do you remember if your mother got professional help, like therapy?

SCP-XXXX: [Sighs] Yeah, right. Therapy. I… My mother already tried out therapy once and it didn’t help, so don’t think that she didn’t try. It was just pretty much useless.

Doctor Whithorn: I see. May I ask why did it not work out for her?

SCP-XXXX: Do you really need to ask? All she wanted to do was to support her own family, and she knows best how to do that. But obviously she can’t do that when everyone keeps hounding after her like she was a loon. She didn’t need a fucking quack feeling up her head to tell her how to manage her own family, and besides, he proclaimed her to be just fine anyway, so—

Doctor Whithorn: Miss Springer, could you repeat the last part?

SCP-XXXX: Huh?

Doctor Whithorn: The part about a quack.

SCP-XXXX: Oh. Er, you know, the therapists. The one I… er, heard of felt my mother’s head and compared it to a skull figure he had in his office. I’m telling you now, it is a complete waste of money—

Doctor Whithorn: One moment, please. That method of therapy you mentioned, is it phrenology?

SCP-XXXX: Eh? Um, yeah, I think so. [Pause] Why do you ask?

Doctor Whithorn: Miss Springer, that practice ended in the 19th century. It was disproved as a legitimate form of science many years ago. Didn’t you know that?

SCP-XXXX: What? But that would mean therapy actually changed since—

[SCP-XXXX holds its head in apparent distress.]

SCP-XXXX: I-I… You made me… Y-you actually… You made me talk… You made me spill my secrets j-just like that…

[SCP-XXXX abruptly falls silent, and eventually retreats to a corner of its cell.]

Doctor Whithorn: Miss Springer? Is something the matter?

SCP-XXXX: … What do you think is the matter?

[SCP-XXXX turns to face at the partition.]

SCP-XXXX: You are very infuriating. Do you know that? I tried everything I could. But I still don’t know what the hell is going on or who you are, and I keep digging myself deeper and deeper… [Sighs] You’re obviously not going to leave me be, so… fine. You win. I’ll tell the truth for real this time, if you promise to leave me alone. Happy?

Doctor Whithorn: Very well. Do you need a break?

SCP-XXXX: No.

Doctor Whithorn: Very well. If you are ready to cooperate now, then let’s start with clearing the inconsistencies in your testimonies.

SCP-XXXX: Which one? You made abundantly clear that there were a lot of those.

Doctor Whithorn: We will start with the mention of an outdated method of therapy. Do you have an explanation for that, Miss?

[SCP-XXXX bows its head.]

SCP-XXXX: I… I didn’t know therapy changed so much, okay? Phrenology was all the rage at that time, but… God, did it really die down that fast? I didn’t even notice. I was too busy with my own life… Times change too fast, don’t they?

Doctor Whithorn: What is the cause for your longevity? Are you immortal in some way?

[SCP-XXXX stifles a snort.]

SCP-XXXX: I wish. But um, no, I’m not immortal. About as far from it as possible. [Sighs] Wouldn’t that be a delight, though? I won’t have to die all the time… Although I wouldn’t be able to correct my mistakes that way, huh?

Doctor Whithorn: You were saying?

SCP-XXXX: Right, right. I’ve been around for a long time, yes, but… My god, I’ve really changed since then. I don’t have any love for my previous lives, but my first was the worst. I was a wreck. I kept dragging down everyone around me, even after I got married off, and…

[SCP-XXXX pauses.]

SCP-XXXX: I didn’t want to keep being a deadweight around my husband and kid. So I secluded myself in a room to do it. I tried to make sure nobody would walk in and get me down, but that didn’t work out in the end. Our daughter walked in just before I lost consciousness. [Snorts] Couldn’t even kill myself correctly…

Doctor Whithorn: And what happened after that?

SCP-XXXX: … The next thing I knew, I woke up staring at my own dangling body.

Doctor Whithorn: Do you mean to say that—

SCP-XXXX: I was in my daughter’s body, yes. I couldn’t believe it, but it still happened. And I…

[SCP-XXXX gestures with a hand.]

SCP-XXXX: I didn’t do anything for a good while after that. The funeral came and went, and I kept myself locked up in her bedroom to stop myself from losing my mind. Nobody cared. They were under the assumption that I went into shock from grief.

Doctor Whithorn: Did you try to tell anyone who you were?

[The entity begins to display signs of distress, and its voice becomes barely perceptible at this point.]

SCP-XXXX: I did. Once. Back then, the idea of taking my children’s body was still new and terrifying. I was so scared and confused, I just ran to tell my hus… fa… James. Even after I "died", I still needed his help. Fancy that.

Doctor Whithorn: So did he find out about it?

SCP-XXXX: No. No matter how much I cried, screamed and begged, he didn't budge. I just got brushed off. [Sighs] Well, at least I learnt something out of it. I had only myself to depend on from there on out. I had to stop asking questions and get used to it quick.

[SCP-XXXX turns to look at the partition.]

SCP-XXXX: Well, until now.

Doctor Whithorn: So why did you continue doing it?

[SCP-XXXX glares at the partition.]

SCP-XXXX: Don’t make it sound like I do it for the thrills, you sicko. But what else was I supposed to do? The children wouldn’t have stood a chance against the world if even someone like me still struggles against it, and I still have things to do. It was for everyone’s sake. [Pause] Besides, if they don’t remember a thing afterwards, then what’s the harm?

Doctor Whithorn: What about in cases of infertility, or similar cases where you were unable to have a child?

SCP-XXXX: Don’t be stupid. Even now, there’s always a way to get a child. It’s not exactly hard to do. Even now… now…

[The entity suddenly falls silent, and does not give a response to Doctor Whithorn’s further questions, instead turning its back to the partition. The interview ended early as a result.]

Closing statement: I believe that Miss Springer’s current testimony falls in line with her previous accounts. However, given that there is no physical evidence of the newly stated anomalous ability, perhaps a few tests should be carried out to confirm her claims. I will submit a request for permission to conduct tests on Miss Springer to Site Command.

Addendum-XXXX-3: After the conduction of the proposed experiment, Angela Springer was given the designation of SCP-XXXX.

+ Open Interview Transcript

Interviewer: Doctor Matthew Whithorn

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX

Foreword: The purpose of this interview is to inform SCP-XXXX of its current situation and perform a cursory check on its current state.

<Begin Log>

Doctor Whithorn: Good morning, SCP-XXXX. Have you adjusted well to your new body so far?

SCP-XXXX: Kind of. I feel a little out of it, but I’m not going to keel over any time soon. [Pause] Was this really necessary, though? I wasn’t done with the previous body.

Doctor Whithorn: I apologise, but we had to confirm your testimony.

SCP-XXXX: Hrm. Maybe I shouldn’t have expected anything else from someone who calls himself a doctor. So what do you plan to do with me now?

Doctor Whithorn: Now that we have evidence that you possess anomalous properties, we will have to keep you here indefinitely. You are not allowed to leave, but you can make requests for any changes to your accommodation, provided that they are reasonable.

SCP-XXXX: Right. Great.

Doctor Whithorn: You seem rather distracted today. Is something the matter?

SCP-XXXX: Do I, now? [Pauses, then sighs] I just thought I was… going to die in this place for real and… It’s just been a huge change for me, you know? I was minding my own business until an asshole butted into my life and made me adopt some rando on the spot. But I doubt the asshole’s going to stop now, so never mind that. Am I going to get a steady supply of bodies from now on?

Doctor Whithorn: We would have to get approval first, but that will most likely be happening. I understand if you’re frustrated with your situation, but we will do our best to make your stay here comfortable.

SCP-XXXX: [Laughter] With what, therapy?

Doctor Whithorn: That is a possibility, yes. We have a few site psychologists in the facility. If you want to see one, you just have to put in a request.

SCP-XXXX: Oh. Hm… Say, can you tell me what therapy is like now? Nobody ever bothered to tell me about it.

Doctor Whithorn: It depends on an individual, but generally the therapist would have you share your own issues, then work out a solution for those issues. You do not have to agree to a session right now, but you are always free to put in a request to see one for consideration.

SCP-XXXX: How about I don’t agree to a session ever? [Snorts] Unless you have another 500-years-old guy stashed somewhere around here, I doubt anyone here can really help me.

Doctor Whithorn: Perhaps you could try one session? It could potentially be helpful for you.

SCP-XXXX: I’ve done well enough on my own all these years, I don’t need a stranger to tell me about feelings. [Pause] But uh, I am still allowed to have things to entertain myself with, right? Like a book?

Doctor Whithorn: I'll see what I can do about that.

[The rest of the interview consisted of informing SCP-XXXX of its living arrangements, to which it was largely amicable with.]

Closing statement: While the entity had seemed to be accepting of its current arrangements, its refusal of therapy sessions and reasoning behind it is concerning. I suggest that a close eye should be kept out for behavioural issues in the future. Additionally, I would like to carry out further experiments to find out the true extent of its abilities, but I suggest that any future attempts to build a bond between SCP-XXXX and its hosts should be carried out over a longer period of time.

+ Incident-XXXX

Incident-XXXX Log

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Doctor Whithorn attempted to carry out an experiment testing if SCP-XXXX could accept a host that laid outside of the accepted age range. D-XXXXX was brought into SCP-XXXX’s cell weekly for two hours per visit, about one month before its scheduled termination. SCP-XXXX was observed to be prompting D-XXXXX into telling her own stories, presumably from her time before imprisonment. After each session, a short interview was held to gauge SCP-XXXX’s thoughts regarding the subject, which had appeared to be positive at the time.

A week prior to SCP-XXXX's scheduled termination, the experiment was deemed a failure, as researchers determined SCP-XXXX and D-XXXXX had not formed a significant enough bond. SCP-XXXX was recorded stating that it did not wish to acknowledge D-XXXXX as its offspring due to her criminal record.

The experiment was postponed to two months before its next scheduled termination, while its current one took place as standard. However, the assigned host did not wake after the standard five minutes, and a security guard reported a disturbance from D-class personnel cells at around the same time, where D-XXXXX resided. D-XXXXX was sedated and retrieved from her cell, and an interview was conducted shortly after she woke up, after which her identity was confirmed to be SCP-XXXX. It was then questioned about the incident. The following is a transcript of the interview:

<Begin Log>

Doctor Whithorn: SCP-XXXX, do you know how this happened?

SCP-XXXX: I should be asking you that! What did you dumbasses do?!

Doctor Whithorn: I assure you that we did not cause this. Whether someone becomes your host is largely decided by you, isn’t it?

SCP-XXXX: Well… It is, but I didn’t have anything to do with this!

Doctor Whithorn: Then please stay calm for now. We want to help you, but you will have to lend us your cooperation as well.

[There is a short pause, and a sharp exhale is heard.]

SCP-XXXX: Fine. Just hurry up.

Doctor Whithorn: Thank you. Now, to start things off, do you feel any ill effects from the body swap? Anything that feels out of the norm for you.

SCP-XXXX: No. Just a little lightheaded, but that might’ve been because of the… screaming.

Doctor Whithorn: Very well. Now, if we want to start looking into the cause of this incident, starting from the feelings you have towards D-XXXXX. Can you share them?

SCP-XXXX: My what? Erm, I didn’t like her that way.

Doctor Whithorn: My apologies, I worded that poorly. What is your relationship with D-XXXXX?

SCP-XXXX: … That’s not much better, but I’ll take it. Anyway, I want to say first and foremost that I didn’t, never have, and never will call her my child. That’s my final word on the topic. But with that said, she isn’t that bad of a conversationalist. I still wanted to hear about her New Zealand trip. [Sighs] It’s such a pity that she turned out the way she did, really.

Doctor Whithorn: What do you mean by that?

SCP-XXXX: I thought she was just another criminal scumbag like the last one you gave me, which you didn’t warn me about before, so thanks for that. But after hearing her out, I thought she could have been… well, great if she hadn’t thrown her life away like this. [Sighs] She would have been a great body, but I can’t have the idea of having a criminal child on my conscience.

Doctor Whithorn: Why is that?

SCP-XXXX: I already lost my freedom and dignity, the least you could do is let me keep my standards.

Doctor Whithorn: … I see. SCP-XXXX, are you aware that what you’ve said matches up to your testimony about your children?

SCP-XXXX: I already said, I don’t consider her my kid. Or a kid, for the matter.

Doctor Whithorn: That is not what I meant. Maybe your relation with your hosts is no longer a factor, or never has been. Is it possible that there has been a different cause that you’ve never noticed?

SCP-XXXX: Wh-what? But…

[The entity falls silent at this moment.]

Doctor Whithorn: You are not in trouble if that is what you’re thinking. But I do believe that any interactions you have with personnel will have to be monitored at the very least. Plus, your current arrangement with D-class personnel will be revised, and it is most likely that it will be minimized.

SCP-XXXX: Wha— Minimised? Wait, it’s stopping? You can’t do that! Not when I just got to talk to someone after so long!

Doctor Whithorn: But now that we have uncovered new information about your abilities, it is very unlikely that we require you to bond with your hosts for your abilities to activate any longer.

SCP-XXXXX: Why the hell does that matter? Wait, is this because of what I said about the D-class? I’m sorry, okay?! I didn’t mean it! I still want to talk to them, I really do!

Doctor Whithorn: SCP-XXXX, that is not the issue at hand. [Pause] And why are you so adamant about conversing with D-class? If it is an issue with entertainment, you are free to ask for another book.

[SCP-XXXX jumps to its feet.]

SCP-XXXX: I don’t want a fucking book. Books can’t talk, Whithorn! I wanted to hear someone else’s voice for a change, and I finally had someone I could talk to, but now she’s gone! She's never coming back! I can’t hear her stories anymore! I was even planning to tell her about…

[SCP-XXXX suddenly crouches with its head in its hands for several seconds. Then it wipes its face afterward and stands up again, with no visible signs of distress.]

SCP-XXXX: Forget it. Just forget about it. I wanted to talk to someone, but… I'm an idiot. I shouldn’t have gotten attached to her. [Pause] Was there anything else you needed from me?

Doctor Whithorn: I don’t believe so. SCP-XXXX, is there anything you require now? I understand that the incident might have been rather distressing for you.

SCP-XXXX: I just want to be alone now… Please.

<End Log>

Doctor Whithorn’s Note: This test may not be as much of a failure as we might think it is, considering it shed some light on some newly discovered effects of SCP-XXXX’s abilities. In light of today’s events, I recommend that any future interactions between it and Foundation personnel be limited to the minimum until the true cause of its abilities can be uncovered. Additionally, I suggest keeping relationships between SCP-XXXX and D-class personnel to a minimum to prevent recurrences of withdrawn behaviour.

Addendum-XXXX-4: Two weeks following Incident-XXXX, a request for a therapist had been put forth by SCP-XXXX. Approval pending.

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Object Class: Safe Neutralised

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Interview with Gardner 1

Upon learning about the rumours of a cursed family, Agent Lee was dispatched to collect additional information about SCP-XXXX before the possibility of containment could be considered. Accounts given by Woodland Way residents have been relatively consistent with each other, with the most informative being from a delivery man named Benjamin Gardner.

Lee: Afternoon, Mr Gardner. Do you have a minute?

Gardner: Just a few; I’m a busy man. What do you need, officer?

Lee: I’ve heard you might know about the rumours surrounding the late Brooks couple?

Gardner: Oh. Why don’t you just read the papers if you wanna learn about them? The press had a field day with that family, it was all over the news when it happened.

Lee: They reported the suicides, but not the rumours surrounding them, and I was hoping that neighbours of the Brooks could provide more insight?

Gardner: Hrmph. Fine, I’ll get to the point, then. Those Brooks were a creepy bunch, plain and simple. They look normal enough on the surface, but you only need to talk to them for five minutes before they start showing their true colours.

Lee: Could you elaborate?

Gardner: You just had to ask them for help, that’s all it took. Mrs Brook would give you this cold look, like you were beneath her notice. Her husband… Well, I guess that he’s okay on his own, but you can barely run into him without running into his wife too. That man fretted about her health so much that he practically withered away along with her.

Lee: Was Mrs Brook unwell?

Gardner: Er, I think she had at least some screws loose in her head. Maybe OCD? She keeps nosing in other people’s business and telling them what they’re doing wrong, and would even snatch it out of your hands just to show you how to do it right. [sigh] I’m just glad it’s over now. Hey, don’t give me that look. I had some sympathy for her when they first moved in, but her helping just got irritating after the hundredth attempt.

Lee: … I see. And what was the basis for the rumours?

Gardner: Ah, right. Apparently, everyone from Mrs Brooks’ maternal side committed suicide, just like she did. All of them. Mother, grandma, great-grandma, and on and on. Not sure how far it extends back, but just knowing that it happened to other people in her family gives me the creeps. And what’s worse is that Mrs Brooks doesn’t seem to really… care.

Lee: She doesn’t care?

Gardner: Yep. Doesn’t give a single damn. With the way she speaks about her own mother, you’d think Mrs Brook killed her own mother. Er, not that it actually happened. It was a suicide, as far as I know.

Lee: And what about their daughter?

Gardner: The kid? Hm… I’ve only seen her a few times during my rounds. Her mother never let her out much. Had her on a tight schedule with tutors and whatnot, from what I could tell.

Lee: I’ve heard that the daughter emulated some obsessive tendencies towards her activities. Is that true?

Gardner: What? Who the hell said that? Listen, I don’t like the Brooks much, but that little girl was the only good apple of the bunch. Nothing like her father, and definitely nothing like her mother. She’s the only one I really feel bad about.

Lee: I see. Is there anything else you noticed as abnormal with the Brooks family?

Gardner: Not much more than that. Like I said, they kept to themselves a lot— Mrs Brooks more than the others. I never really cared for Mr and Mrs Brooks, but I hope that the kid’s doing alright, wherever she is. [sigh] Is that all? I was happier not remembering any of this, until you came along.

Lee: That’s all, Mr Gardner. Thank you for your time.

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Item#: XXXX

Level#

Containment Class:

euclid

Secondary Class:

none

Disruption Class:

vlam

Risk Class:

warning

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Footnotes

1. This random list of words are just me testing the different functions, don't mind me.