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Recovered Journals of Dr. Veritas:
26/02/18
Today I got assigned to work with SCP-914.
How many SCP's do we even have? I know there are at least 1000, but there are several gaps. Like SCP-048, or 055, or 001. And that's just the first hundred!
From what I've read, SCP-914 is that 12-ton clockwork device that lets you put stuff in, change it using some dial, and the device will change it. Somehow.
The last guy… Hell, who was it? The last guy has left, so now I'm here to clean up the mess. Hopefully, it isn't much for me to deal with.
27/02/18
There is a lot to fix up. For one, most of the dates are corrupted, so I have no idea when any of these entries actually got added. There are only about 80 entries, so If I ask Rosen, he shouldn't have much issue putting the information in.
03/03/18
Nope. Rosen used every data-recovery program he knows of, so looks like that is fucked.
Just checked the logs, there was exactly one entry added between my acceptance and this entry. This is an easy job! Best part is, Hackett has agreed to give me "a lifetime supply" of Vodka, so there's that.
03/04/18
5 experiments have been added since last checking in. That's about one every week, at most.
I must say though, I thoroughly dislike the MM/DD/YYYY format, I prefer the International DD/MM/YYYY format.
Anyway, Dr. Q has come up with a very interesting experiment: putting a camera through 914. It didn't really work; the camera got crushed after some 15 seconds. Somehow 914 created a new camera that kept rolling to the same monitor. Strange.
Q then proceeded to do an experiment with a mirror, which ended up blinding him (ETA: temporarily).
Also, We have run down about 15 entries, so I'm going to make a new part, to keep things mostly in order with everything else.
10/04/18
With approval from Site command I have created a new "part" to the logs. This is gonna get confusing in comparison to the 15-entry segments also marked as a part. I made the document's number in Roman numerals to avoid confusion.
13/04/18
Finally decided to auto-correct all date entries to be DD/MM/YYYY. Getting bloody annoying having to from my date format to the logs' formats.
15/04/18
Well, today was a good day for science! Sort of.
there were 4 entries for the 914 tests just today.
The last of these was the most… interesting. Prof. Snyder decided it would be an excellent research opportunity to put a few vials of SCP-999's slime through it.
it was evident from the prior tests that 914 hated 999 to some extent; every test resulted in a non-euphoric substance, like the Napalm test on "Fine". Then "Extra Fine" led to a… "anti-999". It was the only time I have ever seen the poor thing> react violently to something.
I'll be lucky to hear the end of it from Hackkett.
Apparantly the Temporal Anomalies department fucked up their bloody time machine. Somehow they sent it through 914.
Meh, Im not questioning it.
28/05/18
30/06/18
JED IM GONNA BLOODY KILL YOU
That douchebad researcher thought it would be useful "for science… or somethin[sic]" to yank a gear out of 914 and run it through the machine.
Im gonna need more alcohol…
05/07/18
they fixed my bloody machine. it took a BLOODY WEEK.
Tale of that time Darby accidentally destroyed the world using SCP-914:
Veritas was contemplating the sad reality of his life. His Protege, Researcher Darby, had finally gone too far. He had put a ton of candy into 914 on "Very Fine" and created a hulking sugar monster that was currently in the process of dismantling Site-19. His Researchers were running in panic screaming phrases such as "OH GOD ARE THOSE INTESTINES?" and "WHY DID I HAVE TO COME TO WORK TODAY!?" and Veritas just sat at his desk watching it all on his Spy Cams.
He Reached into his desk and grabbed the Bottle of Vodka from his stash of them and refilled his coffee cup from it. He sipped at it while attempting to figure out a proper response to the situation and realized that he was down to his last bottle. All the Chaos and constant Stupidity that his department created had worn down his supposedly, at least that's what he thought at the time, lifetime supply of premium Vodka. He decided he needed to do something and turned on the sprinkler system in the containment area and began to type up an incident report.
Incident Filing form SCP-T6-1800
Date of incident: 24/04/2019
Personnel/SCPs Involved: Researcher Darby, SCP-914
Description of Incident:
On 24/04/19 at roughly 2:20 pm Researcher Darby went to SCP-914's containment chamber to perform a series of tests. He input several hundred pounds of candy on each of the machine's settings. When he input the sugar on "Very Fine", the output was a large humanoid sugar entity, who began rampaging the facility. The whereabouts of Researcher Darby are unknown at this time, and he is not presumed dead.
Veritas stopped when a knock at his office door interrupted him. He spoke "Enter" and waited as a sodden waterlogged figure entered his office and identified his pitiful person as the Sergeant in charge of Researcher Darby. He said that Researcher Darby had disappeared during the Incident and that he had not been found among the living. His hope rising Veritas asked "Was he killed? Have you found his body?" and the Sergeant sad no. Veritas' hope dissipated immediately, as he knew well if you didn't see a body and sometimes even if you had, they could still be alive. Dismissing the sergeant he grabbed a bottle of Scotch and added it to the Vodka knowing he would need the drink to stay sane until his workday ended and he could go somewhere that Researcher Darby could not screw anything up.
SCP-914 was not one of his favorite Scips. He remembered back to the time, many a good year ago, when he took the job. Back then, he didn't deal with the constant strain of moronic researchers recklessly using his machine. Back then, there was maybe, one or two experiments a month? back then, the experiments were actually useful and fulfilling. But then, they began to show up.
It started with Snyder, back about a year and change ago, with an experiment on SCP-999's slime. That didn't end well; it was the first time 999 had ever been hostile to something. Then there was Anton. He was probably the first to get sent to the ICU from 914; though not the last, at least he quit while he was ahead. Teresa, with that anchor she somehow smuggled to site-19; MT Johnston, with 914's keen appreciation for him; Nukea, with his seemingly endless supply of 17 again movies; Calloway, the Anton who never stopped; And Darby, yet another maniac who never ran out of things to shove through 914, always narrowly escaping death or demotion.
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