SCP-XXXX was discovered during “The Bi-Monthly Fishtivities” a festival in Turner, Michigan dedicated to celebrating the rainbow trout that live in Lake Huron. Foundation personnel were not made aware of SCP-XXXX’s anomalous properties until various social media posts from tourists about the accuracy of fortunes told by SCP-XXXX emerged. Field agents Keith Warren and Jeremy Mitchell were dispatched to retrieve SCP-XXXX following the conclusion of the festival. Due to the online media presence of SCP-XXXX ,and due to the fact that SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties can be dismissed as luck, the usage of amnestics is deemed unnecessary; potentially complicating future encounters between tourists and the town's population and jeopardizing the economic future of Turner.
Instead, both Field agents were given various contracts with the intention of purchasing and thus containing SCP-XXXX.
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[ Warren and Mitchell approach the town square. Various banners are still hung up on lampposts throughout the town, with small stands being propped up for games and prizes. An older man steps towards Warren and Mitchell. ]
Warren: Excuse us, can you tell us who runs the festival around here?
Older Man: I wouldn’t say anyone really runs the festival, we all take equal part in it. The Fishtivities have concluded about a week ago. We’re just beginning clean up. Ach, where are my manners, the name’s Guppy. But who are you folk anyway? Can I do ya' any good?
Warren: Name’s Warren and this is my associate Mitchell. We’re here to ask about one of your trouts.
Guppy: I knew it would spread like wild-fire and we’d have all of you running around here trying to catch this thing or take this thing. You’re talking about Djinn. He’s our newest trout in the roster. I guess you want to know how we found him or how he can do what he does?
Warren: Uhh, sort of. We’re actually here with a proposition for you.
Mitchell: That’s right. We would like to know if we could buy him.
Guppy: I am not sure folks. Djinn is our prized possession. Ever since we found Djinn and erected the “What is your bait?” stand, we’ve been pulling in tons of tourists into Turner. We’re considering to upgrade, y’know. We need Djinn, he pulls everyone in. No one comes here for "Marcus' Fish race" or "Jeff's Trout Catching Tourney".
Warren: We understand, but we’d be more than willing to offer you as much as we can for Djinn. Should help you with your upgrading. Not to mention, we know your financial records are a bit flaky.
Guppy: Well, we’re not in the best spot we’ve been in. Though we should be fine with Djinn. He can keep us afloat for a couple of years, even with the upgrades. I just don’t see us being able to give him away.
Mitchell: A million dollars.
Guppy: Wha-?
Mitchell: We’re willing to offer you one million dollars just for Djinn.
Warren: We know you need the money, Guppy. The town needs the money. Some properties here are in disrepair, it’s quite the eye sore. The money should help you not only to upgrade, but get this place looking nice for any future festivals of yours. Djinn or no Djinn.
Guppy: I am sorry folks, I just can’t give him away. I’d have to ask the others. I don’t think I’m in the position to make such a big decision here. Can you wait here for an hour or so? We usually do one of those town-meets and knowing how rowdy our folk will get with your proposition, it shouldn’t take much longer than an hour.
Warren: Sure, we can wait. You don’t mind us taking a look around though?
Guppy: You can take as many looks as you want. Just don’t touch anything. It’s hard enough to get this place cleaned up and ready for the next event. I don’t want anything to be where it wasn’t before and to get all confused. But please, I have to go.
[ Guppy goes towards a large building, labelled “Town hall”. He rings a bell four times and various people flush out of the houses to follow him inside. Most in a rush, with the children being dragged by their parents. 2 hours later, Guppy comes back outside holding a large aquatic tank housing a trout. ]
Guppy: I am sorry I had to keep you all waiting. You guys caused quite some havoc. Had all the kids crying and hollerin'. I tried to calm them down, but y'know how us folk are. It's our livelihood, so we're all sort of attached to him.
Warren: That’s Djinn?
Guppy: Yup. That’s him alright. Why don’t y'all follow me to the pond over here. It’s where we typically keep him during the actual festivities. I want to just show you how this guy works. He’s got very specific requirements, but we’ve been training him and he typically listens to us. Typically. He's caused us a little bit of pain here and there, but y'all should be fine.
[ Guppy leads Warren and Mitchell to a pond, large enough to house multiple trout. There are two small enclaves on either side, with a sign propped up next to them labelled “Yes” and “No” appropriately. He gently empties the aquarium into the lake. The trout staying in place at the bottom of the lake. ]
Guppy: Ok, so you gotta give him fish flakes. That’s always the first thing you’ll have to do. He won’t move if you don’t give him some of those. Uhh, what else. Right. This is a little thing we personally do, but you probably won’t have to do it. We’ve been able to get him to move anyways, but we have this hat for him. Y’know his name is Djinn, so we got him a genie hat. It’s more or less a gimmick to draw in the children. They seem to like it a lot and it beats naming this thing princess or whatever else that girl would have come up with.
Mitchell: Do I just ask him a question?
Guppy: You never been to one of our festivities or something? Of course ya do. How else would this guy move. If a six year old can figure it out, you should too.
Mitchell: Uhh, Will I live past 80?
Guppy: Ach, why bother with a serious question like that? Djinn ain't magical; it's all just fun and games. Y'all gotta ask him something that might actually come true, or the whole experience is sort of lost.
Mitchell: Will Djinn come with us then?
Guppy: Clever question. Though I think y'all really didn't need to ask, kinda rubs it in.
[ The trout swims into the right pocket, hovering next to the sign crudely labelled “yes”. ]
Guppy: Yup, that sort of ruins the surprise. Thanks Djinn, it's the one thing you're real good at. We considered it, and quite frankly we’ll have to give in. No matter how much Djinn means to us. I'd say he's the big reason why we're as big as we are now.
But, We’re wound up in tons of legal problems. Took out a few loans too many to make this place work. No matter what we’d do no one would come, you know. We’d have our cousins from three states over visit us in the fall, coincidentally during the festivities, but that’s it. We even had to charge them, y’know. We were sort of desperate before Djinn. We want to keep the festivities going. It’s so much work but it’s fun for all of us to do. We love our work and we love it more than anything else. This should help us keep doing that, even if it means we'll lose a lot of our traffic.
Warren: Well, we have a contract here for you to sign. You forfeit all your rights to Djinn and the Djinn character and we’ll give you your money. That should be more than enough to keep you afloat.
Guppy: What about all our merchandise? We have been making tons of money off of online orders and Christa works really hard on making those plushies come to life. Can’t we at least sell those off? The kids they basically beg their parents to buy them. It's a huge way for us to make money and you know, there's always the hope of-
Warren: You make it hard on us Guppy, just sign the contract. You need the money, the town needs the money.
Mitchell: Guppy, don't mind him. Didn't know you were such a fish hater, what did the trout ever do to you? I'll make sure you'll keep your rights, if you can give both of us a plush of Djinn, alright?
Guppy: Y'all are the best, I'll get you a million of the things if I could, two will have to do for now though.
Mitchell:Here’s our contact info, if you call reception she should be able to put you through to our team. Otherwise, you can always look up the Maritime Research Facility New Hampshire and you should find us there too. We'll try our best with Djinn over here. He'll be in safe hands, alright?
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