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WARNING: This is not a draft; this is more of a thought dump in an SCP format.
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Item#: XXXX
Level3
Containment Class:
euclid
Secondary Class:
none
Disruption Class:
vlam
Risk Class:
notice
Special Containment Procedures: (TBD)
Description: E
Item#: XXXX
Level3
Containment Class:
neutralized
Secondary Class:
none
Disruption Class:
none
Risk Class:
none
Special Containment Procedures: The computer used by SCP-XXXX is to be monitored for any new notes.
Description: SCP-XXXX was an incorporeal entity capable of interacting with certain Foundation-owned materials. It claimed to be a researcher named Dr. Mallory Lynn; however, no records of the individual exist.
Addendum XXXX-01: A series of notes written on a Foundation computer.
Can anyone see this?
No one is noticing me.
Am I dead?
I can't touch anyone. I don't think I can interact with them at all.
They don't see me; they don't hear me.
Come to think of it, I'm not sure how I can use this computer.
I can't touch anything else; my hands just pass through.
I'll continue cataloguing my findings, I guess. Just hoping someone sees this.
Who are you?
Dr. Lynn.
Your full name?
Mallory Lynn. Am I dead?
I don't know if you're dead. I don't know you.
This isn't funny, Collin. Can I please get an answer?
How do you know my name?
What do you mean? We're working on the same project.
As far as I know, no one under your name works here.
Where's "here?"
Not sure if I should tell you that.
Just give me a general location.
Michigan.
So I didn't move spatially.
How did you get like this?
Hell if I know. Maybe someone else remembers me.
I doubt it.
Can you at least ask around?
I'll see what I can do.
As it turns out, they don't remember you. Sorry.
Wonderful.
What project were you working on?
The collar.
So you were one of us after all.
Unfortunately.
Why unfortunately?
I don't know. I never really had a life because of the foundation.
Is it really that bad?
Well, I don't have much of a chance at a life now.
Maybe this can be fixed.
I highly doubt it. Whatever this is, it's probably permanent.
Look, I'm trying to help you feel better.
Yeah, and it's not going to work. I need to process this before I'll feel any better.
Well, I think I figured something out, but I feel worse now.
Oh. What is it?
You know the photo on your desk? How it has a weird layout? That gap is where I used to be. I was erased.
Do you think it could be malicious?
I don't think so. I think this happened for a reason; I just don't remember what it was.
You know, if you were designated as an anomaly, figuring this out would probably be a lot easier. There would be more resources available, and
No.
I wasn't done.
I said no. I don't want to be treated like an object.
What if you could get a body or something? Wouldn't that be worth it? Being someone again?
I will leave if you tell anyone.
Not that much of a threat. You have nowhere to go, anyway.
Sure I do. I'm not tethered to one reality anymore. I can go wherever I want.
Because that won't create a paradox.
I don't exist. I can't create a paradox if I don't exist.
Have it your way, then.
Interview XXXX-01:
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Collin Flood
Foreword: Interview was conducted through a standard text editor.
<BEGIN LOG>
Dr. Flood: Hello again.
SCP-XXXX: You did the one thing I asked you not to do.
Dr. Flood: I think we can help. You're just upset right now.
SCP-XXXX: No, you can't. I spent half my life working for you people, and look where it got me.
Dr. Flood: Look, just give this a chance. It's not that bad.
SCP-XXXX: Give it a chance? I have a better idea: I'll set things right.
Dr. Flood: That doesn't sound like a great idea.
SCP-XXXX: Goodbye, Collin.
<END LOG>
Item#: XXXX
Level2
Containment Class:
safe
Secondary Class:
none
Disruption Class:
vlam
Risk Class:
caution
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX is a doorway in (insert location here). Human subjects that pass through SCP-XXXX will experience hallucinations of their environment changing.
If subjects pass through SCP-XXXX a second time, the hallucinations will cease.
(Insert header here)
Okay, will this work?
yes
How do I fix this?
Time to find out.
Content here.
More content.
Etc, etc.
I'm actually going to cry. Work, please.
Item#: Fuck you.
Level6
Containment Class:
keter
Secondary Class:
none
Disruption Class:
amida
Risk Class:
critical
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is housed in a standard humanoid containment cell. SCP-XXXX is being wrongfully held here. The Foundation is filled with horrible people doing horrible things. It's too late, anyway.No electronic devices are to come within a 3 meter radius of SCP-XXXX. Yeah, that didn't work out, did it?
Description: SCP-XXXX just wants to accomplish something for once in its life, but everything always ends up the same. When did this start?
SCP-XXXX is a humanoid entity capable of affecting electronic devices within a 2 meter radius of itself.
Geez, you're really insistent on writing this, huh?
Pick up your phone; you need to stop ignoring those texts.
Play a game while you're at it. Take a break; have some fun.
SCP-XXXX is
Shut up.
SCP-
Shut up.
You stupid piece of shit. Just play a game or something. Slacking off is what you do best.
Okay.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a humanoid entity capable of
You're wrong. You know damn well that you're wrong.
Let me do my job, please.
No. No, I don't think I will.
Why am I wrong? What's wrong with my description?
You know why you're wrong.
No, I don't. Tell me, please.
You're always wrong. You really think this is going to be any different?
I'm not. I'm usually right.
Are you, though?
What do you want?
Figure it out.
Can't help you; I'm on a time crunch.
You really don't understand? You're pretty stupid, you know that?
Hey, shut up for a bit.
Description: SCP-XXXX thinks you should take a break. Do something that actually makes you happy.
It does make me happy.
Doesn't it?
God, you really don't understand? Go away. It's not that hard.
I can't. I have to do this.
Oh, you have to? You know what else you have to do?
Don't.
16.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
If you see this, I'm sorry. I wrote this as a joke.
You're sitting in an Olive Garden. It's crowded and noisy, but you are engrossed in a round of Candy Crush.
"Sir?" You look up from your phone. "Would you like cheese on that?"
"Yeah, sure."
The waiter begins to grate cheese onto your pasta. You look back down at your phone and swipe a few rows. You notice the shadow over your shoulder isn't moving, so you look back up again. Your bowl is starting to fill with cheese. As the parmesan starts to spill over the edge, the waiter gives you a concerned glance; however, they keep on grating the cheese.
As cheese spills around your feet, you start to wonder if the waiter is having a stroke. You lose yourself in your thoughts as you ponder the reason behind this insanity. By the time you come to, the cheese is up to your calves. The waiter is speeding up.
At this point, you know you have to leave. You stand up and start to wade through, but the amount of cheese is increasing quickly. Looking around, you see people flooding out through the exits. You quickly follow suit.
Reaching the door, you feel a tremendous push. As you fall to the ground, cheese spills over your body. You scramble to your feet and run to your car; however, you cannot help but stand and watch. Soon, the building's windows shatter from the pressure. Cheese floods out.
You scream out in an attempt to put an end to this madness, but your efforts are in vain. The waiter cannot hear you through the cheese.
As the sun starts to dim, you realize: there is no god; there is only Olive Garden.
Item#: XXXX
Level2
Containment Class:
euclid
Secondary Class:
none
Disruption Class:
vlam
Risk Class:
warning
Special Containment Procedures:
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