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A large concentration of instances of SCP-XXXX on discovery. Instances of SCP-XXXX had travelled more than 100 metres from the origin point at the time.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX should be stored in an anomalous object container able to withstand temperatures exceeding 1700 °C and absorb large doses of radiation. It should also be able to maintain all instances in their standard configuration. The room SCP-XXXX is located inside must be airtight; 2 metre clearance from SCP-XXXX is required on all sides to ensure its effects are contained. Each instance of SCP-XXXX is labeled according to the order in which it appeared, and must be maintained in this order during periods of no testing.
A dosimeter is to be located within the locker and monitored remotely. In the event of a sudden increase of radiation within the locker, personnel are to ensure that all items are labeled and reordered once levels have returned to one safe for humans.
In the event of SCP-XXXX instances breaching the room it is located within, all doors and sources of ventilation are to be sealed to limit the radius of SCP-XXXX's anomalous effects.
Description: At the current time, SCP-XXXX is a collection of sixteen A4 books of varying types, one hundred and eight A4 sheets of paper, and seventy A3 sheets of paper, designated SCP-XXXX-1 through SCP-XXXX-194. The earliest instance can be dated to 1990.
Each item contains handwritten text, hand drawn images and photographs encapsulating a journal by an author of an unknown background regarding his experiences with a previously unknown entity (see Addendum I).
Whenever the order of the pages is manipulated, or an instance is removed from the collection, entities described in the story from that particular segment animate themselves in the real world, regardless of whether they have been written or not. This allows for the manifestation of events depicted further in to the story than what is written upon instances of SCP-XXXX. Animations are designated SCP-XXXX-A through SCP-XXXX-D.
It is to be noted that instances of SCP-XXXX will move within different ranges depending on what has occurred. If the papers are out of order, animations are confined to a region less than 2 metres from the combined SCP-XXXX. If a piece has been moved, the presence of the entities will be confined to a circle with a radius of the length between the main portion of SCP-XXXX and the outermost piece.
Only one animated entity has the ability to physically interact with biological matter (see Addenda III), however these characters can verbally interact with humans, deviating from the story line.
A graph showing the decline in radiation monitored following the spontaneous appearance of an instance of SCP-XXXX in 2011.
New instances of SCP-XXXX will appear spontaneously and with no known way to prevent their materialization. The instances all appear making physical contact with a random instance of SCP-XXXX. This spontaneous appearance releases a high quantity of energy, creating temperatures in a five centimetre radius around the new instance above 1700 °C causing a large release of alpha particles. Radiation remains above background for roughly 4 hours, and causes potential dosage levels exceeding 700 rem.
SCP-XXXX was recovered in August, 2008, when reports of two people being seen exchanging gunfire across a road in rural England reached Foundation Personnel. The instances were identified, extracted and contained over seventeen hours, following a search of the missing pieces once SCP-XXXX was discovered.
Addendum I:
A transcript of the notes written upon instances of SCP-XXXX has been made in its current form for the purposes of research, and can be read below. It should be noted that there are no anomalous effects to any recreations of the text found on SCP-XXXX instances. All instances of strikethroughs, misspellings and font colour change have been recreated.
Entry One.
I suppose I will begin here. Hello, I am Philip and if this has wound up in your hands then it is safe to assume either I gave this away as planned or you’ve been digging in my trash. All jokes aside, I am just writing this to keep track of ongoings in my local area. It started a few days ago. Dead dogs… dead dogs everywhere. They were all wild of course, but nobody could understand why they had appeared nor knew who was responsible. Naturally the police have started their investigations, but they won’t find much; that I am sure of.
However, I am concerned for a friend of mine. Milo has been acting strange now for a few days, maybe since just before the dogs appeared. He’s called me at sporadic points throughout both the day and night, and the few times I have answered he is-silemt silent. I spoke to him a few days ago and while he denied calling me he was most definitely unwell. His eyes were darting around, and whenever something moved a bead of sweat broke on his forehead.The point is, he’s not well, and I think it has something to do with whatever killed those dogs. I am going to try to get to the bottom of all this and make sure my friend is alright. He may deny that something is wrong but it is plainly obvious he is lying, I’m sure of it.
Entry Two.
I don’t know what bearing this has on anything that has happened but I had a nightmare last night. It wasn’t anything special, and to be honest I hardly remember much of it, but it ended with one eye bulging out through the darkness. Moments after I woke up, I got a call from Milo. I’m assuming it to be coincidence, but I answered anyway. Silence, as usual. Maybe he’s doing it in his sleep.
I’m going to Milo’s today, once I’ve caught up on sleep, and I hope we can sit down and have a nice conversation. I’ll bring up anything of use that I can derive from the conversation.
Entry Three.
What the fuck was that? There was someone in Milo’s back garden the entire time I was there, looking through the window. He was unmoving, and whil He said it was just a shadow. No matter how scared he looked of it, it was only some strange shadow.
Milo has definitely changed over the past few days, for the worse. His hands were shaking and while he complained of being too warm the room was near freezing. All the lights were on, and the curtains had been taken down. It was not natural, and definitely not the cool and calm person I used to know.
I asked him if someone he knew had died; he said no. I asked him if he saw something disturbing; he said no again. He asked me if I was having frequent nightmares. I told him no. That one I had earlier was the first one I had had in months. He asked me if I believed in God. Neither of us do, and he knows that. I don’t understand why he would have asked me, and I didn’t respond. It was really a strange question for him. It was just quiet and the atmosphere was strange and eventually I made my excuses and left. On my way out, I saw something that piqued my interest.
Like me, Milo has been keeping a journal, but has been for some time longer than me. There were dozens of hardback diaries lining a small shelf hidden behind the door. I joked he was writing a novel; he was not happy with me. Perhaps I am mad, but I am confident that those journals have something to do with whatever has changed him, maybe even something to do with the animals too. I’m going to go back tomorrow to see if I can get them, if he hasn’t thrown them in the bin by now.
Entry Four.
Milo disappeared.
I went to his house as I said I would. The door was ajar, and I simply walked in, found the journals and stuffed them into a bag and threw them in my car, before shutting the door and knocking on it. It was easier than I thought it would be, to be honest, but when no response came I grew concerned.I wound up entering a second time, and searched the house top to bottom, and found no trace of him. I put two and two together, the ajar door and empty house, and realised he’d gone. I called the police immediately, and about thirty minutes later an officer had arrived. They took a statement from me, and I told them about how he had been acting unusual for days now. But I never told them about the journals. I didn’t want them to take them.
In my spare time I’m going to look through those journals for now, and keep myself updated on the police investigation. I honestly don’t know what to expect. I contacted Milo’s family, and informed them. They have organised a search party in the woods that stretch out far beyond his house and the area as a whole.
Entry Five.
After a number of empty pages I have come across something of note. I am going to quote it here, but will discuss it at a future time. I just got back from searching for Milo. He’s been gone a week now and we are all concerned. Whatever happened is not natural, I am sure of it now. We have covered maybe, a fifth of the forest now, and turned up nothing. No evidence, not even footprints. He has jusst just vanished from reality.
I still see it, outside my window. Every night, I peer out of my window, and I see it staring back at me from my garden, most of the time looking away from the window. But tonight it turned and was looking straight at me, his head twisted and his figure motionless. I don’t understand what it wants with me, and I want it to leave me alone.
I don’t want to see it ever again. I don’t want to feel its glare upon my body, and just want it to leave me alone. I reported it to the police multiple times but they don’t care at all, they never cared. Why won’t it just fuck off?
This behaviour is nothing like that of Milo before his sudden personality shift, and I think this may be later in time. There are no dates to any of the entries, and this is the only offset piece in the dozens of pages I have read so far.
I don’t know what to make of this.
Entry Six.
So I saw this guy yesterday while out walking. He was leaning under a lamppost and seemed to be wach watching me. That being said, when I called out to him, he snuck back behind the lampost. At the time it just bothered me… I don’t know what to make of it, and yet I feel like he was following me. What’s weird is that it wasn’t like he was like a stoner, who’d just staggered out from a shadow and was leaning on the lamppost and was spooked by me calling out to him. He was motionless, and had specifically chosen where he was to be as noticeable as possible. A bit weird, I guess. I suppose, howe
The journal entry ends there. I do realise that this person has appeared in the previous entry, the one where he was staring into Milo’s window. In terms of date, it is most definitely before the first weird journal entry I found.
Entry Seven.
Where do I
Can you read me?
Begin?The rain washes away the snow, and the darkness is washed away with it. The fire burns the darkness away, but it is the snow that makes it stand out most. Any drawing cannot define what I am seeing, yet I feel compelled to design them. I want to escape its presence, yet I feel the safest place would b
Can you feel my presence?
e somewhere that it wants me to be. I know it wants me to go to it, to confront it, but so long as the rain is there to wash away its presence, I am safe.
I remember the large snow storm in January, immediately followed by that rainstorm the day after it finished. I can assume that this is taking place around 7 months ago.
I remember learning of the disappearances in this town from Philip, and he told me a few books about them. I bought them yesterday and as I was looking through them, I recognized some similarities between what happened then and what I am going through.
I don’t remember this ever happening, let alone me telling him about them.
I know I bought the books on the matter, and I will be looking through these.
No books exist on this matter, as there never were any disappearances in this town’s history. A few murders but the body has always turned up; never has there been a vanishing incident outside of what happened to Milo when he vanished.
Entry Eight.
IN THE YEAR OF THE WATCHER, THE THREE CHILDREN THAT DISAPEARED WOULD HAVE BEEN CONSIDERED HOLY, AND THEIR PARENTS WOULD HAVE RESPECTED THE REQUEST OF THE WATCHER, LEAVING THEM TO BE SACRIFICED FOR THE GOOD OF THE TOWN’S SINS. HOWEVER, THE INVESTIGATION WAS LAUNCHED IN SPITE OF THE HARDLY HEARD OFF RELIGION, AND LITTLE WAS FOUND ASIDE FROM THE JOURNALS. THE CHILDREN EVENTUALLY RETURNED, AND THE TOWN DID NOT RECEIVE ANY FAILED HARVESTS OR FURTHER DISAPPEARANCES, NOR WOULD THEY UNTIL THE TOWNSPEOPLE HAD VIOLATED THE TERMS GIVEN TO THEM BY THE WATCHER.
Milo always had an eye for mistakes. I fail to see why he would have misspelled “disappeared” without at least noting it. In terms of that piece itself, I can find no origin. The opening of this journal credits the book “The Encounters With the Watchers: Disappearances and Murders Regarding an Almost Forgotten Religion” as the source of all quotes, however it is impossible to find anything in physical or digital form regarding such a thing.
I wonder if Milo thought that this stalker he believed he had was related to whatever he found here. It would definitely make sense, however it brings into question why he disappeared, and if he is going to return. I want, no, need him to return. He is my friend, and he looked out for me. It is my turn to look out for him.
Entry Nine.
I saw Philip and Billy today. Philip was his normal self, that happy son of a bitch, but Billy was definitely withdrawn, and his head was in the wrong place, kind of like me, I sup
This is not the right path. Do not follow it, for only loss awaits. Trust me.
pose, and then █████ █████████████ ████████████████ ███████ █ █ █ ████████ but███████████████████████ as I was dealing with it some ██████ ██████ ████ ██████ █████ ████████ █████ ████████████ ████████ ██████████ █████ ███████████ ████ ██████████████ ███████ As I was leaving then████████████████ it was looking at me████ ██████ ███████████████████ and I was running and I knew he was about to catch me when ████████████ and I made it inside, slammed the door and saw it watching me from the end of the street. Why won’t it just leave me alone?Whatever Milo wrote here has been purposely destroyed. Not struck through, but scribbled over so at to be left unintelligible. I fail to see why he would have done this, other than because he didn’t want to see what he wrote. The event in question was a month ago, and the details are fuzzy but I remember what happened. We went to the bar, and we were drinking most of the night, talking about whatever happened. Milo eventually excused himself, and then me and Billy left about half an hour later. I wouldn’t have said Billy was withdrawn at all, rather he was a bit more upbeat than usual.
Looking back at an earlier entry, namely Entry Three, I wonder if what I saw in his garden was the same thing Milo thought he said, but if so, why would he pass it off to me as a shadow yet rant and fear over it in these journals? It makes no sense. Then again, Milo was definitely not in a stable mental position the last time I saw him. Maybe he was trying to keep me out.
It’s alive. ██████ I tell y ou.
Entry Ten.
After I found him looking at me, I sprinted downstairs, torch in hand, and watched as he it walked down the drive, its heat on my skin, the figure only noticeable through the light of the lamppost it blocked out… I’m not mad. I’m not mad, I know it is real. All it does is watch me. The pupil of an eye, the perfect black… watching me.
I believe this is a continuation of the first thing of note I found in Milo’s journals. I have received a development from the search. Apparently a body was discovered overnight in his back garden, and from what I have been told it must have been there a few days; the rumours also say the body is unrecognizable as Milo, with the body left in tatters and perhaps even eaten. I don’t believe it. Milo is alive, I know it, and he needs my help.
Entry Eleven
The following is a transcription at the back of one of the journals. I’ve lost count of how many I have gone through now, and it feels like there are infinitely many more to go through.
M: What did you expect, man?
D: Something more than… well, this. It’s all just fucking garbage.
M: No, you don’t understand, it’s all REAL. How can you not see? Surely you’ve been going through similar things.
D: Perhaps, but it is all down to my imagination playing tricks on me, I know that.
M: What is the chance of us having shared hallucinations?
D: Not high… no, not high at all.
M: Then how can you accept it here when both of us are seeing the same person. Hell, even he might be too. Have you noticed how he has changed recently? All the nightmares, all the constant trembling. You see it too, don’t you?
D: Why did you really bring me here?
M: To prove to you everything is genuine. All of it.
D: For God’s sake, wake up! It’s not real, all of it.
M: Yes it is!
D: Then how come nobody has ever heard of such a thing before, huh? Why?
M: Because there is a conspiracy out there to keep this a secret! Everybody is in on it!
D: Do you realise how stupid you sound?
M: I’m not stupid.
D: But of course you are! I… wait. Do you see that?
M: Oh, shit!
I don’t know when this was. I can’t tell if this conversation happened either. For one, how would Milo have transcribed it word for word unless he was recording it? Furthermore, who was he even speaking to? Either someone else is having issues with whatever stalker Milo was dealing with, or Milo was lying through his teeth.
In regards to the body, some weird discovery was made. Neither the dental records or DNA match between Milo and the body. Someone else’s body had been dumped in the garden and left there for whatever reason.
I don’t understand, this makes no sense.
The police came to my door today, and they made their beliefs clear; they think I had something to do with Milo’s disappearance, but I know I played no role in it. I just want my friend back.
Entry Twelve.
WHEN DARKNES CAME UPON THE SKY, ACCORDING TO ONE OF THEM, THEY BOTH SAW A BLUE LIGHT AT THE END OF A PITCH BLACK TUNNEL, AND WHEN THEY CLAWED TOWARDS THE PRESENCE, THEY FOUND ALL THEIR WORRIES EASED. MODERN IDEAS AND BELIEFS WOULD INDICATE THIS BEING THE PRESENCE OF DEATH, HOWEVER
Yet again, another mistake. I’m not sure if it is intentional or not, but it is definitely abnormal. Outside of these phrases from the book, Milo uses near perfect English. It’s just weird.
TO THEM IT WAS A LIGHT GUIDING THEM TOWARDS LIFE, AND WHEN THEY REACHED OUT TO TOUCH IT, THE WORLD THEY HAD VANISHED FROM CAME BACK TO THEM; THEY WERE FREED, IN PART.
All text beyond this for the rest of the journal is completely unintelligible, except for one phrase near the end.
YOU JUST COULDN’T LEAVE IT ALONE, COULD YOU?
Is this the book communicating to whoever decided to read it, or is Milo communicating to whoever decided to read his sprawls of text?
Entry Thirteen.
Scan of image located on an instance of SCP-XXXX, presumed to be relating to Entry Thirteen.
Scan of image located on an instance of SCP-XXXX, presumed to be relating to Entry Thirteen.
M: So, tell me about the Watchers.
D: I don’t know much beyond what is described in small detail in the urban legends.
M: Tell me all you know anyway.
D: Fine. The Watchers are a supposed group of humanoid paranormal beings, who stand anywhere from sib six to seven feet tall, though no direct photographic evidence for them has been seen.
M: What if I was to present an image of one?
D: I wouldn’t know if I should laugh or scream, are you serious?
M: When have I ever lied to you? Never.
D: You mean to say you actually have a photo of a Watcher? Do you have it with you?
M: Of course I do, look.
D: Well… that is interesting to say the least. How did you come by this?
M: I took it myself. Do you believe me?
D: I’ll look into the photo. Do you mind if I inspect it on my own?
M: Of course not. In fact, you might want this too.
A few pages later there appears to be a follow up to this conversation, between who I can presume is Milo and someone else who knows something about whatever these “Watchers” are. I presume these are who he believes to be historians on urban legends, and if that is the case these “Watchers” must be obscure, even to him or her.
D: Well I’ve analysed them and… well I don’t see how you faked them.
M: Because they’re real.
D: I don’t understand, how can they be real though? All of this hunting, rumours, the disappearances and we never had any photographic evidence until these photographs came along.
M: And it’s… following me.
D: What do we do about that, I mean if you go to the police and say this figure is stalking me and provide these images here, they are going to laugh the shit out of you.
I decided to just call a local paranormal investigator. While he is aware of Milo and his disappearance, he has never heard of the “Watchers.” It really confuses me. However I have located the two images I believe are related to this in another journal. I am not sure what to make of them. Who is D?
Entry Fourteen.
THE WATCHER LOOKED UPON THEIR CHILDREN AND SERVANTS, AND WITH ITS SWEEPING HAND IT COMMANDED THEM TO SACRIFICE IT’S BLOOD. WITH THEIR ORDERS KNOWN TO THEM, ONE BY ONE THEY UNLEASHED THEIR FLUID ON TO THE GROUND TO PLEASE THEIR MASTER. IT HAD GIVEN THEM FREEDOM THROUGH THIS ACTION. DEATH APPROACHES ALL, AND THOSE WHO DESERVE IT ARE WATCHED CAREFULLY FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIFE. THE WATCHERS SEE ALL, THE WATCHERS KNOW ALL AND THE WATCHERS DEMAND ALL.
This paragraph really makes no sense. The book is supposed to be a documentary regarding a disappearance, not a sacred text! What was Milo thinking? He had to be making this shit up, I swear. Pardon my French, but recently I’ve been getting more and more tired. I’ve been staying up late to look at these, and plagued by nightmares afterwards.
The nightmares are unusual, to say the least, and recurring. Walls of fire, rows of people, clad in black clothing, marching through the flames towards me. As they do, and their details become more clear, my vision blurs, the fire turns to smoke and my eyes sting. As I fall clutching my eyes I hear Milo calling out for me, and then I am washed away through a torrent of eyeballs, all their pupils fixated on me and the blackest black staring back at me, as I am eaten alive by insects.
I cannot think of a trigger outside of the
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The gate shall open.
Why do you remain in this garden?
It is no paradise, after all.
Choose life, not suffering.whereabouts.
Entry Fiften Fifteen.
As I was lying in bed, I saw the Watcher standing outside my door, for the second time this week. For once, it has been providing calmness, and yet regardless I have found myself pointing the flashlight through the crack in the door and watching as the black turns to the colours of the outdoor room, and the light of the hallway outside.
In recent days and maybe more in recent hours, I have found myself compelled to find the source of the Watcher, and present my evidence to everyone, to prove once and for that what I am going through is real. There is no way that it cannot not be real. There is no way.
If only I knew that Philip and Billy and all the others would believe me, that I wasn’t making shit up, then I would tell them and hope they can help me without being dragged into my mess…
And then its shadow rolls over me again.
I’m so sorry Milo, I didn’t mean for this to happen to you. I will bring you back. I’m so sorry Milo, I didn’t mean for this to happen to you. I will bring you back. I’m so sorry Milo, I didn’t mean for this to happen to you. I will bring you back. I’m so sorry Milo, I didn’t mean for this to happen to you. I will bring you back. I’m so sorry Milo, I didn’t mean for this to happen to you. I will bring you back.
Entry Sixteen.
THE STORY OF THE WATCHER CAN BE TRACED BACK TO THE HUMAN OBSESSION WITH THE EYE. THROUGHOUT HISTORY, EYES HAVE BEEN A CENTRE OF RELIGIOUS AND SCIENTIFIC IMPORTANCE. THE CONCEPT OF SEEING HAS DEFINED US, MADE OUR LIVES EASIER AND PERHAPS WE HAVE BIASED THIS WORLD SUCH THAT WE ARE DEPENDENT ON IT.
AND THAT IS WHERE THE WATCHER BEGINS. LIKE THE PUPIL OF AN EYE, THE WATCHER ABSORBS ALL ELECTROMAGNETIC WAVELENGTHS AROUND IT, LIGHT, GAMMA RAYS, X RAYS, LEAVING IT THE DARKEST BLACK POSSIBLE, HOWEVER UNLIKE AN EYE IT CHOOSES TO RELEASE THEM AT HIGHER INTENSITIES UPON THEIR ENEMIES, A BLUE PULSE LEAVING THEM WITH RED MARKS. THE MARKS OF THE WATCHER WORSEN UNTIL THEY ARE LEFT AS BLOODY CORPSES WITH NO SKIN. WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THAT, NOBODY CAN BE SURE OF, BUT IT PRESUMED THOSE WHOM THE WATCHER HAVE MARKED BURN UP IN THEIR OWN PERSONAL HELL.
Blue light? Skin loss?
Speaking of the colour blue, the police returned a couple days ago. I don’t want to go into detail but they really think I am responsible. They searched the house, even though they said they were doing otherwise, and I’ve just realised they have stolen some of my personal belongings.
I don’t understand why.
My nightmares have also been getting worse, and I have also developed a tan despite the fact it hasn’t been sunny for days. It is definitely weird and I had to go to get a checkup on it today, though the doctor could see no reason as to why it would come by.
Entry Seventeen.
As I was talking with Philip today, my condition was continuing to degrade to the point of which I could feel my skin peeling on my chest and arms as I was talking. Eventually I had to excuse myself and move to the bathroom to change the dressing on my injuries again. It is getting annoying, and the injuries have spread. Whereas it was small parts of my forearm that were previously bleeding, now it is the entirety of my forearm up to the elbow, and more peels off day by day. In small places I see points of new healing skin, regenerating in parts. Perhaps it will heal over before it gets any worse. The burns are on my thighs now, and I don’t know what to do about it. They’re going to spread and I will die. It is almost as if ███████████ ██████████ ██████████ ███████████████████████ ████████ and I am going to ████████████ ████████████ █████████████████ for it. Why the fuck didn't "D" tell me about this? Wait, it’s he
I am getting close to a breakthrough, I am sure of it, but if only I could see the signs. I remember this day, he came back visibly subdued and with his hands shoved in his pockets, his shirt on skewed and his face aghast. I still don’t understand how it could have been so easy for me to ignore all of this.
My nightmares are getting worse, and I am concerned about my mental health, yet I am compelled to understand what is happening. I know exactly what needs to be done, and I have to take care of the other problems first. I am considering burning the jo
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Entry Eighteen.
It’s standing behind me. I FEEL ITS PRESENCE UPON ME. In the end, did I do anything right? OF COURSE NOT, FOR IT IS THE WAY OF THE WATCHER. It is moving towards me. THE POWER OF THE WATCHER SHALL GIVE ME THE STRENGTH TO OVERCOME THE FUTURE THAT AWAITS. And with the eyes that the watcher gives me, I CAN SEE WHAT HE WANTS ME TO DO. I can control the shifts of the world. I KNOW WHAT MUST BE DONE TO ENSURE THAT THIS CURSE WILL END. I will find its home and I will appease it. AND WITH THAT THE WATCHER’S PRESENCE WILL BE GONE. And with that I will be a Saint among men. Saint Milo. I will be named Saint Milo.
I have to find Milo.
Entry Nineteen.
The police interviewed me regarding the disappearance of Milo today. They asked me to come down to the station, not under arrest of course, for they have nothing to accuse me of. They’d seen his family too, but could turn nothing up about him or the person found killed in the garden. It was as if thi
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lic records at all.When they asked me about my last interaction with Milo, I told them about what happened before I went to take the journals, about how his behaviour had changed, about how I believed he ran away out of fear of a stalker, those fucking Watchers, and how he probably ran towards where he thought he encountered them: the woods. They asked me how I knew this information and I told them a fictional account of how he told me. They cannot find out about the journals.
I saw no use in them so I took a match to their pages, but they would not burn! They would not fucking burn an d i it is starting to piss me off. I want them gone, or I will become like it, mad as a box of frogs and ready to disappear into darkness to find the source of my trauma, which is worsening by the day.
Every night, I see the forests open up like the pages of a book, their trees clawing at me as I run towards the centre, where I find the night staring back at me, its non-existent eyes fixated on me, and a blue orb hovering in front of it.
But it is not real. I know it is not real, and I don’t want to deal with the threat. I will not become Milo. I am stronger.
Entry Twenty.
I received an anonymous tip as to the location of Saint Milo.
“Don’t bring a weapon, you will be punished. Don’t inform the police, for I will know.” I did as instructed. The location given was about a three hour drive from where I live, and fifty miles from nowhere. The nearest houses were sixty miles away, and yet, in the centre of this forest, with my flashlight in hand, the beam of light shone upon a desolate building, a single storey with a basement and three rooms, not on the map.
I entered, and was immediately hit by the scent of dead animals. Corpses everywhere, some having died naturally but others were lying skinned with their neck snapped and bodies twisted, crumpled in unnatural positions. Someone had been surviving upon these corpses, and I am certain it was Milo.
As I descended into the basement, I became acutely aware of the presence of… something following me. I reckoned I could use the flashlight as a weapon if it came to it, and clutched it firmly. And then cold air came barreling down the stairwell and I panicked, hauled myself out of there, hardly able to see with the flashlight’s battery dying for some strange reason, I am sure that it had full battery, and as I was going up the stairs I
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I don’t understand what is happening and I need to,
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I drove to the nearest shop and bought a knife.
I am currently sat in my car and
I am waiting for something to happen outside the building.
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I will wait here but
I know it is going to bring me close to Milo.
Entry Twenty One.
We don't learn. When will we learn? Never.
Entry Twenty Two.
I SEE HIM, I SEE HIM.
This obsession will worsen. Do you not understand me? What is the point of a life so heavily fixated on one thing? Let him go, I command you.
I don’t understand, I just woke up, and it is suddenly it is day where night once was. I remember exactly what happened. I couldn’t contain myself, the joy, the hatred, all at once. I gripped the knife and I went into the building again after Milo. The building seemed different that time, less alien, more natural. Milo, however, had disappeared. As I moved for the stairs, I felt the cold return again, and that same feeling of being watched.
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laughed. How could he find what was happening funny? He stared at me, and then I couldn’t move as he approached. He put his hand on my eyes, and then I don’t remember anything except pain. So much pain.
My joints are stiff and everything aches. I don’t know why I am in my car, and my knife is missing. I need to get home, fast.
Milo is dead; the man that I saw last night is not the man I once knew, and he is not worth saving. I’m so sorry Milo, I cannot help you.
Entry Twenty Three.
Scan of image located on an instance of SCP-XXXX, presumed to be relating to Entry Twenty Three.
I cannot take this anymore. All those restless nights, the sound of death in the darkness, the paranoia, all those letters from "D" or whatever he calls himself… I cannot continue like this, and I cannot continue denying everything. I have seen it. I have seen the Watcher.
It began a few weeks ago. I was out on a walk, relaxing. Trying to get over all the nightmares. And then, as I was crossing the railway line, I saw it before me, the black of the eye’s pupil. The Watcher, practically motionless as I expected, near the end of my visibility. I snapped a quick photo, but beyond that I could nothing other than stare, and then turn on my heel and run.
I know what my fate will be. I don’t deserve its forgiveness, and I don’t deserve the opportunity to beg for mercy. In the end I deserve the opportunity to bleed for my actions, but if I am going to burn, I am going to take this curse with me. I will watch it as I take the life out of Saint Milo, or whatever the fuck he wants to call himself. I will destroy everything it has ever poisoned, and I will then destroy me. I cannot allow it to hurt anyone else. I will make everything burn if I have to.
Entry Twenty Four.
Scan of image located on an instance of SCP-XXXX, presumed to be relating to Entry Twenty Four.
Milo has returned.
I had been waiting in my car when I saw him walk down the street, calmly. His face visible in the night, that horrible fucking grin. I watched as he strode calmly towards my car, then turned just befor he was about to pass it, and entered his house. I drove home and got ready for what neds to be don.
I hope you are ready Saint Milo.
Don’t do it, don’t make the same mistake I did. You will never recover. Leave while you still can.
I am going to destory you, and I will make it as painful as possible. I cannot let myself become you. Not fully. Do you see what I have here, Milo? It is has your face written upon it.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. I can’t even remember my name anymore.
Whether you like it or not, we are all waiting and you need to free yourself. Don't do it for us, do it for you.
The fire must be started.
Entry Twenty Five.
I knew where he was, and that he was most likely waiting for me. With this information, it would be easier to sneak into the building through the rear entrance, that glass door where I saw it all that time ago. The door was unlocked, and that should have been the first warning sign.
The building was dark, all lights out, and as quiet as the still night outside. The gun was in my hand, and I had to find him.
I searched each room with care, clearing them one by one with care. All the rooms were empty. Dining room, living room, kitchen.
As I was walking up the stairwell to the second floor, I sensed movement and I rushed ahead, only to hear the gunshot. In a panic, I turned around, but it was too late. He threw me over the banister and I landed on my legs, felt them give way. Gasping, I struggled to my feet, and saw it standing in front of me. Saint Milo fired his gun again, and I fell to the ground, expecting the worst.
But that is not what happened. I watched as the building deteriorated, shattering like glass, shards of light filling the air, and then
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We rematerialised in a field, and I saw Saint Milo there, his own gun, and approaching me. I raised my own and fired wildly, just trying to keep him back. Then I ran out of bullets, and he was approaching me.
I had to back away as he took aim and fired. It missed, but was too close. I ran, close to the ground, only to find that he was approaching. Another bullet and then he was out too. It was down to fists now.
Now I had to force him down. Except, the gleam in the eye told me he had a knife. I approached slowly, carefully. The shine of the knife had given away his new plan, and so when he was in range, he lunged. My friend was completely gone. I had to do it.
I grabbed the arm he had used to lunge at me with, and caught him with a slam of my fist into his mouth, and then we were falling through space and time. My house, the building in the forest, his house, a hospital, some woods, and then we were back in his house.
I had the knife, and I knew what I must do.
Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Don’t do it.
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Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Don’t do it.I staggered up and plunged it into his stomach before he could get to his senses. I forced it in as deep as I could, then pulled it out. As he was twitching on the ground, he roared at me, kicked my legs and I fell down pathetically. I thought I had won but I was wrong. He crawled on me and kept beating me until my mouth bled and my ribs were sore. In one final, desperate move I kicked his stomach wound and he gasped. I threw him off me and kept stomping his stomach until the wound was twice as large.
And as I was, the Watcher was staring at me the entire time, passive, unkoving, yet laughing and crying at the same time. I know this without seeing its face for it couldn’t hide anything from me anymore.
When he was little more than a blood pulp on the floor, he spoke to me. “You did it, Philip. After all this time, you did it. You managed to ascend to my state, how does it feel? Because you will have to live with it for the rest of however long your life is. It isn’t just me who is a part of its bubble. There are thousands of us, and you will be overthrown… trust me.”
He crawled around the corner, and there was a few seconds before I did, however he was gone. And I knew what must be done. I doused his house in gasoline, alcohol, everything and burned it down. I cannot stand that place.
Now that Saint Milo is no more, I have the opportunity to take his place. With the eyes of the Watcher at hand, I will find the most easily converted people and bring them to our cause. We will start with this town, and march upon London, spreading the influence of the Watcher with us, letting it observe this world and letting us all become assimilated with its power. We may encounter the resistance of the non believers that will take us an hour to destroy, and then the police, but with the power of ours numbers they shal
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Entry Twenty Six.
I thought about ending it today. Overdosing and dying in my sleep. However it would never work out. I couldn’t do it. But I felt better and free again. I had blocked it from my mind. I was ready to move on.
But then I received another letter today.
Well done, Philip. You have recovered. But I must inform you, there are people who need to be recovered, and people who need to be stopped. I will give you one opportunity to prove yourself, and should you not slip into their pit of death again, you will be unbroken. Like me. Alone. The address is enclosed on a separate envelope. Good luck.-D.
Addendum II: It is believed the identities of the people in the stories have been confirmed. The following is all information compiled about these people, as well as the gathered information about the time and location of the events described on instances of SCP-XXXX.
An agent embedded in a police force stationed in Cornwall, England, identified a member of the public who matched the description of SCP-XXXX-A and shared the same name that SCP-XXXX-A referenced during animation. Authorization was given to briefly monitor this member of the public, designated SCP-XXXX-E. The monitoring also led to the discovery of a member of the public who matched the description and name of SCP-XXXX-B, now designated SCP-XXXX-F.
The following table contains all major data gathered from the first surveillance of SCP-XXXX-E and SCP-XXXX-F.
| Point of information | Evidence gathered from monitoring SCP-XXXX-E and SCP-XXXX-F |
|---|---|
| Relation between events described and monitoring. | All major locations were identified through the use of a tracker placed on the vehicles owned by SCP-XXXX-E and SCP-XXXX-F, with the exception of the building referred to first in Entry Twenty. Each location is within a ten mile radius of the houses of SCP-XXXX-E and SCP-XXXX-F. |
| Behaviour of SCP-XXXX-E and SCP-XXXX-F. | SCP-XXXX-E behaves closely to that described in early entries from SCP-XXXX instances. SCP-XXXX-F also behaves close to how the earlier entries describe them as. However, video surveillance of SCP-XXXX-F has shown the member of the public obsessively writing in a number of journals, and setting up cameras to record both the exterior and interior of their house. The latter behaviour has not been referred to in the text written upon instances of SCP-XXXX thus far, however investigation in to the data on these videos yielded no results. |
| Anomalous Events. | All personnel tasked with monitoring SCP-XXXX-E and SCP-XXXX-F claim to have seen an anomalous entity comparable to the appearance of SCP-XXXX-C (see Addendum III), and three had begun to extensively write about their monitoring of SCP-XXXX-E and SCP-XXXX-F beyond their normal duties. Each of these personnel commented that encounters with this anomalous entity were leading to this obsessive urge to write about their monitoring of SCP-XXXX-E and SCP-XXXX-F. Each personnel who became subject to this writing urge was administered Class A amnestics and their identities were erased from the records of the monitoring for fear of causing a relapse in their progress of recovery from long term exposure to this entity. It should be noted that no actual visual evidence of this entity were recorded despite numerous attempts by personnel. |
This short period of monitoring was deemed a success, and a three year period of surveillance was authorized.
Evidence gathered January 1st 2016 to December 31st 2016.
The initial surveillance was headed by Agent Darly, an experienced operative who had led several surveillance operations in the past. Primary investigation through most of 2017 included video and audio recording devices being placed in the areas frequented by SCP-XXXX-E and SCP-XXXX-F.
An agent was also implanted in to each workplace of SCP-XXXX-E and SCP-XXXX-F, tasked with befriending them. This succeeded with SCP-XXXX-F, while it failed with SCP-XXXX-E. The agent that befriended SCP-XXXX-F was invited to their house several times, able to look around, and took several journals belonging to SCP-XXXX-F. No anomalous events were recorded in the journals that were taken.
Agent Darly was eventually able to interview SCP-XXXX-E. They had had no knowledge of anomalous effects or been subject to any. They were administered Class A amnestics and returned to their daily life.
One anomalous event was reported. Agent Darly was communicating with another member of the surveillance team, when the member of the surveillance team saw an entity matching the description of SCP-XXXX-C. The agent then stopped communication, and was found dead in an apparent suicide five days later. The surveillance team was reprimanded for their failure to protect the life of the agent involved.
Evidence gathered January 1st 2017 to December 31st 2017.
Only one major event occurred in 2017. SCP-XXXX-F was seen repeatedly examining an object in his attic. In order to identify this object, the house was raided by Foundation Personnel in October.
SCP-XXXX-F was found to be in the possession of SCP-4865, which was subsequently contained, and brought to the Foundation. Despite functioning the same as SCP-4865, it was noted that the corrosion on this model predated that of the first one contained, suggesting this was an SCP-4865 from the past. How SCP-XXXX-F came in to the possession of this was unknown.
In December of 2017, during routine inspection of the site, it was found that this SCP-4865 instance was not accounted for. Despite attempts to locate where it had been placed, none were found. It was determined that it had not been taken out of its containment, and so a formal investigation was made. The results concluded in November of 2018, with the object determined as being returned to SCP-XXXX-F.
Evidence gathered January 1st 2018 to October 1st 2018.
The consequences of prolonged exposure to the anomalous effects of SCP-XXXX-E and SCP-XXXX-F began to manifest, most notably in Agent Darly, who had spent the longest period of time monitoring the two persons.
Agent Darly was noticeably more quick to anger, according to the people assigned to the surveillance of SCP-XXXX-E and SCP-XXXX-F, and was repeatedly found covered in skin burns, as well as obsessively writing in his own journal. Despite this, Agent Darly refused to take Amnestics or end surveilance, out of concern for who would take his place.
In late September, it was found that SCP-4865 had been returned to SCP-XXXX-F, although who returned it was not determined by surveillance.
Surveillance concluded on October 1st 2018, once it was confirmed Agent Darly had committed suicide as a result of extensive exposure to anomalies that were following SCP-XXXX-E and SCP-XXXX-F.
A Letter From Doctor Stone Concerning Surveillance of SCP-XXXX-E and SCP-XXXX-F.
Let me get this straight. You had SCP-XXXX-F under surveillance for a year, and only then does it come to your attention that they had been talking about an object we contained decades ago? How does that happen? And then, how did it take you so long to decide that you would raid his house to contain it?
Well done on the house raid. You got the object and brought it here without them noticing. We had the past form of SCP-4865 in our grasp, before Saint Milo appeared inside the object, and then, somehow, it vanished. It was returned to SCP-XXXX-F without our authority. And then it appears in the text! Do you understand how fucked we could have been if we kept it?
In case you didn't notice, we are dealing with events from the future. Something like taking SCP-4865 away from SCP-XXXX-F could have had serious ramifications. We don't know what the future events would have looked like, nor how Saint Milo would end up in the safe, nor how it ends up in the past for us to contain it again.
These need to be explored, but we also don't want to harm the future. Henceforth, I am ordering that no interaction be made with SCP-XXXX-E and SCP-XXXX-F in order to prevent the creation of paradoxes. Do not interact with them, at all.
Thank you in advance,
— Doctor Stone.
Addendum III: Four different entities have been observed animated by SCP-XXXX. These are designated SCP-XXXX-A, SCP-XXXX-B, SCP-XXXX-C and SCP-XXXX-D. While the first three entities can be observed by humans, SCP-XXXX-D can only be detected by auditory means. While no entity can make physical contact with its surroundings, SCP-XXXX-C can cause harm to biological material through the release of gamma radiation.
Through the use of intentional rearrangement of instances of SCP-XXXX it is possible to force the manifestation of animations. The following lists interviews with SCP-XXXX-A and SCP-XXXX-B as well as encounters with SCP-XXXX-C and transcripts of audio from SCP-XXXX-D.
2008
Foreword: The following is a transcript of the audio recorded by a man identified as Marco (not his real name.) Marco was working at a farm near the location of SCP-XXXX and discovered SCP-XXXX-A engaging in combat with SCP-XXXX-B using armed weapons. In a short period of ceasefire between SCP-XXXX-A and SCP-XXXX-B, Marco was able to approach the former animation and communicate with it for a short period of time. It is also the only known appearance of SCP-XXXX-A in a military uniform.
<Begin Log, 13th August, 2008, 11:23:21>
Marco: Hey, you! What the fuck do you think you are doing?
SCP-XXXX-A: Get the fuck out of here, before he… or it takes you!
Marco: Stop fucking shooting! I have the right to defend my property!
SCP-XXXX-A: I don’t give a shit about your rights, this man is going to kill us!
Marco: Then run away!
SCP-XXXX-A: No, you wanker! This man is who I came here to kill! Now I get out of the way or I will shoot you.
Marco: That’s it! I’m going back to my house to get my shotgun and call the police. If I find either of you here when I get back, mark my words, I will unload the shells in to your fucking face.
SCP-XXXX-A: I’m afraid I can’t allow that, sir.
Marco: What are you going to do? Shoot me? Oh sweet mother of- it… it didn’t hurt me.
SCP-XXXX-A: What… the fuck?
Marco: Oh shit, I’m feeling faint… oh God, oh fuck…
SCP-XXXX-A: Jesus Christ, I have got to go.
Marco: I… I need to call someone. I have to… oh God I’m dizzy.
SCP-XXXX-A: I’m sorry, sir. But I must do my duty to The Watcher.
Marco: Oh… sh-
SCP-XXXX-A: Stay put, I will come back for you.
<End Log, 13th August, 2008, 11:25:02>
Closing Statement: Marco remained unconscious for seven minutes as SCP-XXXX-A and SCP-XXXX-B engaged in combat. When he regained consciousness he contacted the police. Marco has since been administered Class A amnestics.
An image of SCP-XXXX-C photographed during the recovery of SCP-XXXX. The image is a still frame from Private Turner’s body camera.
Foreword: The following is an audio transcription belonging to Mobile Task Force member Private Turner, who encountered SCP-XXXX-C during reconnaissance of the outer perimeter of SCP-XXXX animation.
<Begin Log, 13th August, 2008, 13:21:54>
Private Turner: Corporal Round, do you copy?
Corporal Round: Affirmative Turner, what is the issue?
Private Turner: I think I found a new animation from the object.
Corporal Round: What do you mean, a new animation?
Private Turner: There’s some tall figure standing at the edge of the perimeter. It is not human, I repeat it is an animation, not human.
Corporal Round: Approach the animation, attempt to elicit a response.
Private Turner: Affirmative Corporal.
Corporal Turner: What does the animation appear to be doing? Is it making any threatening moves towards you?
Private Turner: No, it seems to be just watching me. Hey! You! Are you- oh God! Oh sweet Jesus!
Corporal Round: Private Turner! What is happening?
Private Turner: It burned me! It burned me! Hey get back here! What the hell is that thing?
Corporal Round: Stay put Turner, I will send a medical crew as soon as possible.
<End Log, 13th August, 2008, 13:23:01>
Closing Statement: Private Turner was hospitalised for two days as a precaution. The burns manifested in blisters that were followed by slight skin loss after four days. Medical practitioners concluded that the burns were similar to that of sunburn. Private Turner recovered fully and has continued duty.
Foreword: The following is a transcript of recorded communication between Corporal Round and SCP-XXXX-B, outside a barn near the location of the main portion of instances of SCP-XXXX. At this point it was still unclear that SCP-XXXX-B couldn’t harm members of Mobile Task Force and Corporal Round was cautious following previous events in the attempt to contain SCP-XXXX.
<Begin Log, 13th August, 2008, 13:28:15>
Corporal Round: Put the gun down! Put it down now!
SCP-XXXX-B: Why? So you can shoot me?
Corporal Round: No, we just want to detain you! Put the weapon down now, or we will return fire. Shit… shots fired in our direction! Return fire!
SCP-XXXX-B: You can’t fucking shoot me! I’d like to see you try!
Corporal Round: Why aren’t you hitting him? Somebody shoot him!
SCP-XXXX-B: It is impossible for you to shoot me! None of you little fuckers can!
Corporal Round: Hold fire! Hey! You! Move aside now or we will find a way to shoot you!
SCP-XXXX-B: You can’t, though. Only he can?
Corporal Round: Look, sir, one of my men has already been wounded today, we don’t want anymore people to be hurt. Just get yourself out of here so we can do our job!
SCP-XXXX-B: No!
Corporal Round: Drop the gun now!
SCP-XXXX-B: Oh shit!
SCP-XXXX-A appears behind Mobile Task Force Operatives and calmly walks past them.
Corporal Round: Who the hell is that? How did he get past us?
SCP-XXXX-B: Fucking hell!
<End Log, 13th August, 2008, 13:30:02>
Closing Statement: SCP-XXXX-A had arrived at the scene and engaged in combat with SCP-XXXX-B, allowing the Mobile Task Force to safely begin containment of SCP-XXXX
Foreword: SCP-XXXX-B was animated shortly after the containment of SCP-XXXX-B for a small period of time while researchers were studying SCP-XXXX instances.
<Begin Log, 22nd September, 2008, 13:27:33>
Doctor Taylor: Woah, who are you?
SCP-XXXX-B: Who are you? Why did you bring me here?
Doctor Taylor: What?
SCP-XXXX-B: I don’t belong here! Please let me go! I don’t want to be here! He will find me here! I don’t want him to find me!
Doctor Taylor: What? Who will you find you?
SCP-XXXX-B: It. The Watcher. He is looking for me and will find me! Please don’t let him!
Doctor Taylor: I don’t understand, why are you here?
SCP-XXXX-B: I don’t know either! I was just talking to Billy and Philip. My arm… oh fuck my arm…
Doctor Taylor: What happened to your arm? That’s… that’s really bad.
SCP-XXXX-B: The Watcher did it. He did it to me, to make me suffer for my mistakes.
Doctor Taylor: You don’t deserve that. Nobody does.
SCP-XXXX-B: I do. The Watcher has sentenced me to this punishment to make me a figure that can lead his followers through war.
Doctor Taylor: I don’t understand. How do I end this?
SCP-XXXX-B: I don’t know…
<End Log, 22nd September, 2008, 13:28:46>
Closing Statement: Doctor Taylor returned the instance of SCP-XXXX to its original location and reported her findings about SCP-XXXX to the higher level researchers, providing valuable insight into the operations of SCP-XXXX..
2009
Foreword: The first animation of SCP-XXXX-A. Preliminary investigation into the identity of this person began.
<Begin Log, 19th June, 2009, 06:13:14>
Doctor Alas: And we have communication! Hello, I recall I saw you in the first video. And you are?
SCP-XXXX-A: Philip. I am Philip… where the hell am I?
Doctor Alas: Relax, you’re somewhere safe. Now, do you know what is happening to you?
SCP-XXXX-A: I was… I was just copying text from a journal of a friend, Milo… then I just woke up here and I have no clue what is going on.
Doctor Alas: It is OK, we just brought you into this world by accident. We are researching an object and it simply created you here. Can you reach out and touch me?
SCP-XXXX-A: Uh, sure… that’s weird… I just phased through you. Are you a ghost? Hell, am I a ghost? I don’t know.
Doctor Alas: No, it is to be expected. We were just making sure everything is going as we expect. Now, can you tell me what you know about Milo, and a bit about where you live?
SCP-XXXX-A: Oh, it is just a simple town, nothing too special, surrounded by fields and natural beauty. Something happened to Milo, though. He vanished just a few days ago, and his journals are, well, weird frankly. I’d read some parts to you but I don’t have them on me.
Doctor Alas: OK. Can you name the town?
SCP-XXXX-A: It’s… uh, I… don’t actually know. Are you messing with my brain, did you give me a mind wiping drug?
Doctor Alas: Although we could do so, we haven’t done it this time. That is interesting to say the least. I have a question though, do you believe in what your friend’s journals are talking about?
SCP-XXXX-A: No, not at all, and I don’t see why I should. Milo was clearly going mad and I just… couldn’t see it I guess. I wonder what I could have done. But they are strange.
Doctor Alas: In what way?
SCP-XXXX-A: Well I saw this guy the day before Milo disappeared. He was weird. Hard to make out, and he has popped up a few times in Milo’s journal. If they aren’t the ramblings of some eccentric madman, maybe he had a stalker.
Doctor Alas: That is an interesting hypothesis. What do you think you will find in the journal?
SCP-XXXX-A: Journals. There are a lot of them. Maybe a clue to his whereabouts. I certainly hope so.
Doctor Alas: Well I wish you luck in finding your friend.
SCP-XXXX-A: Thanks. It means a lot.
Doctor Alas: OK, I am going to send you back to your world, now. I wish you luck, and I hope you forget this ever happened.
SCP-XXXX-A: I’m so weirded out I think I want to.
Doctor Alas: Good. This is Doctor Alas confirming the end of preliminary testing of SCP-XXXX. Instances will now be reordered.
SCP-XXXX-A: So what’s going to happen to-
<End Log, 19th June, 2009, 06:17:09>
Closing Statement: The interview was deemed a success, and further interviews were scheduled.
2010
Foreword: SCP-XXXX-A was animated in his latter stage in order to observe what would happen. Doctor Alas who interviewed SCP-XXXX-A previously conducted this interview to compare it to the previous one.
<Begin Log, 7th October, 2010, 20:34:56>
Doctor Alas: Communication has been established again. Hello, Philip, how are-
SCP-XXXX-A: Where is he?
Doctor Alas: Where is who?
SCP-XXXX-A: Saint Milo. Where the fuck is he?
Doctor Alas: Calm down, Philip. What seems to be the issue?
SCP-XXXX-A: Show me Milo, now!
Doctor Alas: Milo is not here.
SCP-XXXX-A: Then the why the fuck am I here? I want to find him!
Doctor Alas: Stay calm. Calm! Now… Philip, why do you want to find him?
SCP-XXXX-A: So I can fucking shoot him!
Doctor Alas: You want to shoot him?
SCP-XXXX-A: Between the eyes, yes.
Doctor Alas: What? Why? What happened?
SCP-XXXX-A: He associated himself with the bad man. And I will destroy him. I will make sure he suffers. I will burn him, tear him, savage him!
<End Log, 7th October, 2010, 20:36:58>
Closing Statement: Doctor Alas terminated the interview early and concluded the animation. He later complained he was unable to understand what had happened.
2011
Foreword: During routine inspection of SCP-XXXX following the manifestation of a new instance, D-2769 encountered SCP-XXXX-C inside the containment chamber.
<Begin Log, 15th May, 2011, 19:05:43>
D-2769: Hey, doctor, what’s that tall shadow thing?
Doctor Stone: What tall shadow… hey, back away from it!
D-2769: What? Why?
Doctor Stone: It’s dangerous.
D-2769: It’s just standing… staring at me. I don’t understand.
Doctor Stone: I am going to ask you to leave the room, D-2769. Please comply.
D-2769: He’s blocking the exit! I can’t get out!
Doctor Stone: What do you mean?
D-2769: I mean it decided to walk straight in front of the fucking doorway!
Doctor Stone: Calm down, D-2769. We need to move it. Ahem, D-2769, please open the locker and find the new instance of SCP-XXXX. Security personnel are coming to attempt to remove the animation.
D-2769: Hey, get out of my fucking way! Oh shit! Oh holy Christ!
Doctor Stone: Get out of there, now! I’m coming!
D-2769: My face, my fucking face! He burned me! Fucking hell he burned me!
Doctor Stone: End the damn tape! I’ve had enough of this! Get him out of there! I’ll sort the damn papers out myself!
<End Log, 15th May, 2011, 19:08:19>
Closing Statement: D-2769 suffered extensive blistering to his face and neck. These took five days to subdue. D-2769’s parotid glands suffered minor swelling as a result of the exposure, but he has since recovered fully.
2013
Foreword: SCP-XXXX-B was animated in a dark room with the presence of a cardboard cutout of SCP-XXXX-C, in an attempt to trick him into believing that SCP-XXXX-C had animated alongside him. Doctor Stone was also present in the room.
<Begin Log, 17th April, 2013, 09:16:34>
SCP-XXXX-B: What miracle is this that you have brought before me?
Doctor Stone: What do you see?
SCP-XXXX-B: I see my punisher, the thing that has ruined my life yet saved me from damnation. How?
Doctor Stone: What we have done is something only we can reveal. A ritual designed to bring my punisher and your punisher to reality.
SCP-XXXX-B: Funny.
Doctor Stone: What is?
SCP-XXXX-B: It moves through the air, chilled by a breeze… an invisible spirit eternally surrounding us, bursting from the great light above…
Doctor Stone: I fail to see what you are talking about.
SCP-XXXX-B: Heat, you fucking idiot. You are a fraud! Your incarnation of my punisher is but a forgery.
Doctor Stone: It is not!
SCP-XXXX-B: My punisher fails to burn me with its presence. Its liquid flames do not pierce my skin. You are a liar!
Doctor Stone: We are not-
SCP-XXXX-B: Give up the game! You are a liar, whoever you are, and you will suffer for it!
Doctor Stone: Suffer how?
SCP-XXXX-B: A thousand knives! The sharpest of pains, whatever must be done to make you feel the pain of betrayal that I do, and whatever it commands!
Doctor Stone: You won’t get far doing that.
SCP-XXXX-B: We shall see!
Doctor Stone: Yes, we shall.
<End Log, 17th April, 2013, 09:16:34>
Closing Statement: The test was deemed a failure, however the reasons as to why have given researchers, especially Doctor Stone, an insight into the supposed behaviour of SCP-XXXX-C, making it far more predictable should an unexpected animation of said entity occur.
2016
Foreword: Doctor Stone conducted his first interview with SCP-XXXX-A and was able to produce a successful communication with SCP-XXXX-A that had animated in the latter stages of the journal.
<Begin Log, 26th August, 2016, 00:31:22>
Doctor Stone: Is the microphone on? I think it’s on, yes.
SCP-XXXX-A: Where am I, and where is Milo?
Doctor Stone: Milo is not here, sadly, not at the moment anyway. Do you want to talk about why you want to find him?
SCP-XXXX-A: He’s not well. I’m not well either.
Doctor Stone: Why not? What is the issue?
SCP-XXXX-A: He’s being followed by something… if he is still alive, anyway. I’m… I don’t know. I feel as if the same thing is following me. But it isn't. It is just making me uncomfortable. It is as if something is latching onto my very soul and shaking me until I come apart in a mess that nobody could fix. It is as if I am some piece in a story, kept suffering for the entertainment of the masses. I don’t know what to do anymore.
Doctor Stone: Could I do anything to help?
SCP-XXXX-A: Finish it. KIll us all, including Milo. But it will drag you in too. You will be trapped in all this suffering, just like us. Me, Milo, Billy… all of us.
Doctor Stone: If only that was possible, but I am afraid it is not. Regulations do not permit me the ability to harm nor kill you, although I don’t think I can anyway.
SCP-XXXX-A: You have to let me go free. I can’t deal with this. Not anymore.
Doctor Stone: OK, OK, I will ask you some questions and if you answer honestly I will let you go free.
SCP-XXXX-A: OK, I am listening.
Doctor Stone: Thank you. Now, what is bothering you the most right now?
SCP-XXXX-A: The damn Watcher! That damn fucking Watcher. All it does is just stare at me! Fucking wait for me to make a mistake, and sweep in. But no, it never existed in the first place! I need to find Milo and we both just need to leave this fucking world. I…
Doctor Stone: Philip?
SCP-XXXX-A: I’m so sorry Milo. I am so sorry. If only I let you open up to me instead of just shutting you out. If only…
Doctor Stone: Philip, can I ask you about where you live?
SCP-XXXX-A: I don’t know and I don’t want to know. I don’t care anymore. I just want to end it all.
Doctor Stone: I see. Can you at least describe the place?
SCP-XXXX-A: What? So you can find it? I didn’t realise people these days just openly wanted to drive themselves mad. Fine. Near Cornwall! Forests! Small town, rather inland. Many cul de sacs. Give you any hints?
Doctor Stone: Quite a lot, yes. Thank you.
SCP-XXXX-A: Any more questions?
Doctor Stone: No. I suppose I will do what you want.SCP-XXXX-A: End it? Thank fuck. I can’t deal with this shit. Sorry, I’m fucking ecstatic.
Doctor Stone: I will end it of a sort, yes.
SCP-XXXX-A: What?
<End Log, 26th August, 2016, 00:37:12>
Closing Statement: Doctor Stone thought it would be easier to lie and say he was terminating SCP-XXXX-A than informing SCP-XXXX-A that it was an animation. It was also fully concluded that SCP-XXXX-A and SCP-XXXX-B do not remember events that happen while animated.
2019
Foreword: Doctor Stone was responsible for animating SCP-XXXX-A in the latest known portion of the journal. SCP-XXXX-A was then encouraged to communicate his thoughts into silence, without the presence of an interviewer.
<Begin Log, 5th November, 2019, 12:23:54>
Doctor Stone: You just killed Saint Milo. What do you want to do now?
SCP-XXXX-A: Now that Saint Milo is no more, I have the opportunity to take his place. With the eyes of the Watcher at hand, I will find the most easily converted people and bring them to our cause. We will start with this town, and march upon London, spreading the influence of the Watcher with us, letting it observe this world and letting us all become assimilated with its power. We may encounter the resistance of the non-believers that will take us an hour to destroy, and then the police, but with the power of our numbers they shall be pushed aside, or murdered and their corpses trampled upon the ground. From London, we shall spread to Birmingham and then Manchester, Leeds, Sheffield and the other population centres until we have the entire country united behind the Watcher. Our influence will propagate internationally until… until… I… no… I can’t do this. Stop it! This isn’t me! I am not Saint Milo! I am me! I can overcome it! I will overcome it! I will! Fucking end this!
<End Log, 5th November, 2019, 12:25:19>
Closing Statement: Doctor Stone concluded that while there was similarity between the events written upon instances of SCP-XXXX-A and the animations given their was minimal stimulation by non animated visuals and audio.
