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SCP-XXXX during a routine inspection, ██/██/20██
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be held within a standard humanoid containment cell and fed a non-anomalous human diet. Given the overall lack of resources at Site-98, containment measures are mostly limited to a locked metal door, and it is currently believed that permanent guard or surveillance is not required. SPC-XXXX should be briefly examined at least twice a week. In the case that it significantly changes its appearance or displays any signs of anomalous activity, containment site director should be immediately notified and containment procedures revisited. To avoid possible morale issues, it is recommended that any personnel currently or previously employed at Project Multiverse not engage in conversations with SCP-XXXX.
Description: SCP-XXXX has an appearance of a non-anomalous Caucasian male about 55 years old. On ██/██/20██ SCP-XXXX unexpectedly emerged from Wormway-██, which was connecting our baseline universe to UoI-552 (see Incident Log UoI-552-3 for details). SCP-XXXX did not act agressively and seemed overall disoriented. It was immediately detained, briefly interrogated and put into containment. Foundation agent L██████ V██████, whose return from UoI-552 was expected, didn't show up in the following 72 hours, whereupon the wormway was torn down and the agent was declared MIA.
During primary interrogation SCP-XXXX claimed to be Mr. B██████ V██████, a father of agent V██████. It was later verified that its external appearance, indeed, is a close match, and SCP-XXXX possesses vast information about Mr. V██████, including little-known details of his personal life. SCP-XXXX is nevertheless believed to be a separate anomalous entity since according to civil records Mr. V██████ died in 20██. Subsequent exhumation led to a tentative conclusion that SCP-XXXX is not an anomalously recycled cadaver of Mr. V██████, but either a doppelganger or a disguised infiltrator.
SCP-XXXX claims that its pre-Foundation memory ends on the day of its prototype's death and subsequent consciousness continues at the moment of its exit from the wormway. Hypnagogic interviews later demonstrated the opposite (see Interrogation Log XXXX-017). SCP-XXXX constantly expresses its desire to be "sent back to fix the mistake" and is willing to cooperate as long as it believes that this behavior brings it closer to this goal.
Such action is currently not planned nor considered.
Interrogation Log XXXX-017
Interrogated: SCP-XXXX
Interrogator: Dr. █████
<Begin Log>
Uninformative part of the interrogation omitted for brevity
SCP-XXXX: …how do I know? You're professionals, not me! All I know is I never wanted to rob my little girl of her life. I've had my story, it wasn't the greatest, and it ended anyway. Just use your totally-not-satanic rituals, send me back, and let's hope you get L███ in return. At the very least, no more hassle with me. I can't imagine a downside.
Dr. █████: Maybe we'll return to this later.
SCP-XXXX: Can I do something to convince you? You must want something from me. You don't just keep me in jail for no reason, do you.
Dr. █████: Actually, you can.
Interviewer describes the process and potential risks of a Class III hypnagogic interview and obtains SCP-XXXX's consent1. SCP-XXXX is put to an altered sleep state with a controlled dose of ██████████████████ ██████.
Dr. █████: It is ██/██/20██. Where are you?
SCP-XXXX: …just exited the God's throat… sky is white here, it's cold and it snows… I'm… I'm angry.
Dr. █████: Why are you angry?
SCP-XXXX: …because you knew about the five five two's climate and still sent me in the summer ammunition, and I feel sorry for myself, and it's an unworthy feeling, and I'm getting even more angry.
Dr. █████, speaking for the record: The subject seems to describe agent V██████'s situation at the moment.
Dr. █████: What's your name?
SCP-XXXX: L███
Dr. █████: What's your gender?
SCP-XXXX: (pauses) I'm a girl, that's right. Not that it's very important.
Dr. █████: Who is next to you?
SCP-XXXX: …I'm alone… But no. Yes, I feel some presence. There is a mighty benevolent spirit here with me. So everything will be good. It's a relief, it's safety. I start my way. I discover this world, and there is no fear. There are so many people here. Most are kind to me, some are weird. Blue and red ones are interesting and sometimes scary. Anomalous, maybe. Anyway, He shall always protect me. Everything sweeps around, I'm a girl who is interesting to everyone, snows are cozy and…
Dr. █████: What happened next?
SCP-XXXX: I'm in a religious building. It's a gothic cathedral. It's an airport. Yes? Yes, that's strange, not a church, an air terminal, all this might and glory, all the marble… Why?
Dr. █████: Please continue.
SCP-XXXX: I discover a plane. I see only one of it's wheels. It's big. I never thought anything can be so big… The very thought of what the Pilots look like is frightening. I'm inside. The tea is just like it should always be. I'm looking through the window, and it's round! And… and…
A buzzer sound indicating a potentially unstable ███████████████
Dr. █████: (hastily) Everything's fine. You're asleep. Breathe deeply. It's just a dream. Nothing bad can happen here.
Dr. █████: Go on.
SCP-XXXX: Something's wrong. Something's very wrong, and even my Companion can't protect me now, the world has turned into fear, all the maps are torn… No, wait, everything is fine again. All is good. The plane is small and it's nowhere to be found. I'm standing somewhere anew, and the whole world has changed, I have changed, everything smells different, and it's late spring around, and I sense the blue sea. It's a religious experience. Now I understand why they don't worship gods here in five five two. They worship this act of change in essence instead… that's wise.
Dr. █████: What about your companion spirit?
SCP-XXXX: He's happy, too.
Dr. █████: What happens next?
SCP-XXXX: Why did you ask… I suddenly awaken. Everything is wrong.
Dr. █████: Like in a plane before?
SCP-XXXX: No, no. In a different way.
SCP-XXXX sobs
SCP-XXXX: I'm home alone… It's night and it's winter. It's frost and night and stars and taiga for miles and miles, and the sky is infinitely transparent and all the stars are eyes that look down. Nothing is right and will never be.
SCP-XXXX: I hear a loud knock.
SCP-XXXX: I go down to the door. I suddenly understand that I'm small, I'm maybe three or five. I can't get a look in the peephole, so I simply open the door. Nothing can get worse.
SCP-XXXX: It's a Pilot. I'm surprised that he has a face. He's not that scary.
SCP-XXXX: A Pilot looks at me.
SCP-XXXX: He talks. He asks me.
SCP-XXXX: Who are you?
SCP-XXXX: Where are you from?
SCP-XXXX: What are you doing here?
pause
SCP-XXXX: Why are you alone?
SCP-XXXX assumes fetal position and ignores further questions.
<End Log>
