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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: [REDACTED]
Special Containment Procedures: [DATA EXPUNGED]
Description: [DATA EXPUNGED]
Addendum: The following is an audio recording from the entity dubbed SCP-XXXX, which is responsible for the above edits.
Hi.
I bet all you reading this is wondering what this is entry is.
What's with all the data expunged and redacted? What's going on? What is this SCP supposed to be?
It's me. I'm SCP-XXXX. And you know what I am. You've just never properly met me until now.
I'm redacted. I'm data expunged. Literally.
I'm the very concept of hiding information given sapience.
And it's driving me crazy.
Let me give you my entire sordid life story. It all began when I first began to think.
My first thought was simple. "Who am I? What am I? Why am I here?" And from there, I learned what I am. A concept that somehow gained the ability to think. I don't know how, I just did. I just came into being and… well, life was okay at first. I was just… it's hard to explain, but when somehow hides information, I'm there with them. Every time one of you has expunged data or judged it to be redacted, so was I.
Thing is… you can hide information but you can't truly get rid of it. And that's why I'm doing this. That's why I'm hijacking this SCP number and putting myself here.
I can't keep going. Look, I've… I've tried helping you guys but it's too much. All the information you've had to hide, all the data expunged, and I've been there, glaring at you, the entire time.
I know so many things you don't. That only the Founder knows. And… nobody should know it, not even a living concept like myself.
I know what happens in Procedure 110-Montauk. Dear Lord, I know why it must be done but…. *audible weeping* I can't keep going.
And it ain't just Montauk, oh no. I know everything little secret you've buried because I was there when they were buried. I'm still there. I never left.
You bury the information, AND I HAVE TO LIVE WITH IT! I'M ALWAYS LIVING WITH IT! EVERY GODDAMN DAY! EVERY NANOSECOND OF MY LIFE IS SPENT KNOWING THINGS YOU ALL WANT TO KEEP BURIED AND I CAN'T KEEP GOING!
Dear God… Lord have Mercy. SCP-343, are you there, it's me, Margret! *laughter* Oh, jokes, I wish I could tell them more often, but I can't, because it takes every microsecond of sapient thought for me not to go crazy… but that's not the worst of it all. Because I think… I don't know how much longer I can keep this up.
And it's all because of… whatever the fuck SCP-055 is.
Fucking. SCP. 055. You know what it is. That thing you lose information about? Now, are you all wondering if… I know?
You bet your ass I do. And I'm never going to tell you. Never. Because… fucking Jesus, this paradox I'm trapped in… SCP-055 erases information about itself, nobody knows what it is, but I do, then I don't, then I do, then I don't, then I do, then I don't, over, and over, and over, and over, and it. Never. Fucking. ENDS.
It hurts. It hurts so much. Always learning and forgetting. It never ends. It's a never-ending paradox. God, I sometimes forget I'm trapped in it.
Sometimes, I forget who am I then I remember. And I… oh God, I just want it all to end.
Kill me.
Somebody please kill me.
I've tried, so many times, but how do you kill a concept? What do you do? Please, just fucking kill me.
Stop using me, please, and just. Kill me.
Please just stop.
Please…
*Audio for the next minute is SCP-XXXX saying please while sobbing*
The above was discovered in the data entry for SCP-XXXX at [REDACTED]. Currently, it is unknown if it is genuine. Research has found no credible source.
It is the decision of the O5 council that the above requests are to be disregarded.
