Per 
Experiment 914-1551
Note: Five minutes before, Jane Demole was in the cafeteria. She was chatting with me, Laskenta, Vil, and Markham, when her head started to slide off, revealing the head of a bloody land siren. She ran off crying. Security was called, but they failed to catch her. - R.A. Walker
Name: R.A. Jane Demole
Date: 16/02/2020
Total Items: One horrible monster.
Input: R.A. Jane Demole
Setting: Very Fine
Note: Security attempted to stop her from climbing into the input booth. It appears she blocked the input booth from closing with a brick, so she could slip in after she turned the key. We heard her beg 914 to kill her, turn her into dust. Security was on edge for the nine minutes fifteen seconds that the clockworks were running. I ended up taking over writing her log. - R.A. Walker
Output: R.A. Jane Demole, post-transformation. She has six iris-less eyes, three on each side of her head. She was still wearing her lab coat, though her skin had disintegrated into white dust. Her lab coat had been modified to fit her new form, complete with holes for her spines to fit comfortably through. Sedation failed; Jane Demole was dragged out of 914's output booth, kicking and shouting curses at the uncaring clockwork mechanism. She has been re-designated SCP-939-B-164 and transferred into containment at Facility 19-14. Demole's clearance was revoked, and her lab coat was removed and placed into the possession of Dr. Veritas.
Note: I think she knew what she was this whole time. I think she knew what fate awaited her if she transformed. That's why she took painkillers all the time. She was resisting the urge to change. - R.A. Walker
Addendum: Jay went to check on her today. Facility 19-14's staff had confined her in a cell with two other 939s. They shoved three D-class in there, two of which were killed almost immediately. Demole had been curled up in the corner as if she were terrified of something. She refused to interact with the D-class or the other two 939s. The remaining D-class was retrieved after an hour of being locked in with the 939s. She refuses to touch anything that isn't cooked animal meat. When questioned as to why she refuses to attack the D-class, she states "I would rather die than to live the rest of my life in this rotten prison cell. I'm sorry I transformed. I want to go home."
Note: It seems I am the only one who is worried about her. This quit being about a 914 test long ago, but I feel that it must be recorded if only to annoy Veritas and possibly the 19-14 personnel. - R.A. Walker
Date: 20/02/2020
Note: I have transferred over to Facility 19-14 to keep an eye on Demole. Dr. Veritas is indifferent to this decision, and Dr. ██████ has no idea what's up. - R.A. Walker
Document# 939-B164-001
Interviewers: Dr. ██████, Researcher ███████.
Interviewed: 939-B-164 "Jane Demole"
[BEGIN LOG]
<Instance B-164 was brought to a testing arena. Three D-class were sent in with her. Jane crawled into the corner and curled up, covering her eyes with her hands.>
Dr. ██████: B-164, please explain why you refuse to feed.
939-B-164: I want to go home… I did my best not to transform, honest. I'm sorry I failed.
R. ███████: Answer the question.
Dr. ██████: It's alright, we can work with this. Where is this 'home'?
B-164: I wanna go back to my family's farm back in Kansas. I wish I never left.
<B-164 begins emitting vocalizations that resemble sobbing.>
Dr. ██████: I'm afraid we can't let you return to your home now. Care to tell us about your family?
B-164: M-my father was nice and did everything to provide for me and Mom. We didn't have much, but that was okay.
Dr. ██████: What about your mother?
B-164: Mom took care of me. She taught me what she could, then sent me off to a nice college to learn what she couldn't teach.
Dr. ██████: What were their names?
<B-164 was not responding.>
Dr. ██████: B-164?
B-164: █-██████ and █████ Demole.
<██████ and █████ Demole were found to be a middle-aged couple living in Kansas City, MO.>
R. ███████: Now, can you tell us why you refuse to eat anything? Are you not hungry?
B-164: I am hungry, so hungry. But I don't want to eat anyone…
R. ███████: What will you eat?
B-164: I could do with some pizza…?
<A pepperoni pizza was brought in. B-164 attempted to eat it but vomited it up soon after.>
R. ███████: What's wrong with it?
B-164: It burns my lungs. Maybe a steak, instead?
<A raw, lean cut steak was provided. B-164 looked at it but refused to touch it.>
R. ███████: "Now what's wrong?"
B-164: It's raw. I don't want to get sick.
<The steak was removed and replaced with a medium-rare steak of identical cut. B-164 was able to eat it without issue.>
Dr. ██████: That better? Good. You are an interesting specimen, B-164. How did you end up like this, did you say?
B-164: That [EXPLETIVE REDACTED] pile of trash and gears did this to me. Why couldn't it just kill me like it did the others?
Dr. ██████: SCP-914 works in ways we still don't understand. Now, can you tell me about your eyes, can you see anything?
<B-164 looks around the testing area, squinting.>
B-164: It's too bright. Mind turning the lights down?
<The lights were dimmed significantly. The D-class looked distressed. B-164's eyes start glowing red, reflecting what little light remains in the testing area.>
B-164: Much better. Those D-class are afraid of me, aren't they?
Dr. ██████: Not our concern.
R. ███████: We're about out of time for today. Thank you for participating, B-164.
<Two armed guards entered the testing area and sedated B-164, before returning her to containment.>
<End Log>
Date: 24/02/2020
I had approached Dr. ██████ about Demole's release, and the possibility of her getting her old job back. I was told that 'its' release would be dangerous, that although she refuses to harm other humans now, she could change her mind at any time. I beg to differ. I believe that something happened to her in 914. I believe that, while 914 doesn't do what it was told, and it never does, it did follow through on her intent. I believe that 914 preserved her humanity. That somehow, despite her new form, she's still the same inside. Still human. I don't care what Veritas says, or Vivic, or ██████, or ███████. Jane is scared. She's afraid of what they will do to her. It is now my moral obligation to rescue her and bring her back. - R.A. Walker
Date: 29/02/2020
I volunteered to escort Demole to the testing area today. I was called an idiot, but what do they know. As we left the 939 containment area, I took a wrong turn.
Demole: Where are we going, Walker? The testing area is the other way…
R.A. Walker: Aww shit, you're right. Tell me Jane, would you happen to know what day it is?
Demole: It's Leap Day, why?
Walker: Right. And do you know what happens on Leap Day?
Demole: (suddenly scared) Uh… no…?
Walker: We leap on out of here, that's what happens. Follow me, and stay quiet.
Demole and I took two wrong turns. Security was notified and started tailing us. I walked faster.
19-14 Security: Where do you think you're going, Walker?
Walker: Actually, I'm kinda lost. I'm rather new here, and I keep getting turned around.
Security: Well, you're going the wrong way, see. Follow us.
Demole and I start following the security personnel. Once we enter a section where there are no cameras, I tackle one of the two guards down. His head smacks against the floor, and he is knocked unconscious. The second one is quick to tase me, but Demole is just as quick to headbutt him. After a precious few seconds, I recover and relieve one of the guards of his gun, taser, and bulletproof vest.
Walker: Jane, let's go!
We rushed towards the gate. More guards entered, blocking off the exit. I pointed my gun and started firing at them. Three injured, one brought down. Demole pushed passed them, distracting the three remaining while I introduced the butt of my pistol to the back of their heads. We escaped just as the containment breach sirens began to wail.
Demole: Are you sure about this? I don't really want you to get in trouble…
Walker: Shut up and get in the car. I'm not going to leave you in this place.
I help her into the passenger seat, then climb in as well. The engine rolls over, and I speed off, driving down backroads and through cornfields, soon reaching the state line to South Carolina. It doesn't take long before I notice that we are being tailed by a foundation chopper.
Walker: Shit, how'd they find us already?
Demole: They inserted a chip into my head. Maybe they are tracking us?
Walker: Damn. Where's the chip?
I pull over as Jane shows me a scar on the top of her head. I pull out a pocket knife and re-open the scar. She roars in pain as I reach in with a pair of tweezers and remove the chip from her cranial cavity. I throw the chip out the window and step on the gas.
Demole: This hurts so much…! Am I bleeding? I think I'm bleeding!
Walker: There are some clean napkins in the glove box. Put them on the incision and keep pressure on it until we get somewhere safe.
We would continue driving for several hours, eventually entering a small forest. Once we pass through the other side, we had lost the chopper. I would continue to the Georgia state line, where I would pull up to a motel. I get some blankets out of the back seat and use them to cover Demole's skin while I get a room and bring her in. Once we're inside, she curls up on the bed. I lay down next to her and rest for a few minutes.
Demole: What happens now?
Walker: Now, we must rest. We have to be back at Facility-23 by this time tomorrow.
Demole: You will be fired. You know that, right? Fired and possibly killed.
Walker: I will take my chances. How are you holding up?
She removes the wad of bloody napkins from her head. The wound seems to be healing up.
Walker: I'll help clean that wound, okay? Just sit tight and relax. We've had a long and stressful day.
I go out to the car, then return with a first aid kit. I would soak the wound in hydrogen peroxide, then suture the wound.
