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DATE: 08 Feb 2021 15:24
CAPTION-GOES-HERE
Item #: SCP-5266
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained in a greenhouse (200 Sqm.) alongside several fruit-bearing specimens of the genus // Magnifera//. A team of groundskeepers is to be monitored during their entire shift as well as undergo a fullbody scan upon entering and exiting the premises. Particular attention should be paid to the following behavior:
- Removal of mask
- Disproportionate amount of time spent on taking care of SCP-5266
- Expressing desire to work longer hours within the greenhouse
- Expressing desire to eat and/or take home fruit from the greenhouse
Any of those is grounds for immediate suspension. Additionally, if the scans reveal any unauthorised items being taken to or from the greenhouse, they are to be pacified and submitted to medical examination to judge whether termination is necessary.
Other personnel is not allowed to enter the greenhouse unless such is necessary to pacify the groundskeepers.
Furthermore the greenhouse is to be surrounded by concrete on all sides but the ceiling as to make sure that only one entrance exists. Apart from that entrance there are to be two chutes that lead underground. One is marked waste and the other marked fruit but both come lead to the same underground pool of acid which is to be replaced every four months to prevent any floral matter from staying intact.
Description: SCP-5266 is a plant-like organism. Seemingly a remarkable example of convergent evolution for it shares its morphology and a great deal of characteristics with fruit-bearing trees. However DNA-testing seem to place it outside of the floral kingdom entirely.
Physically it grows up to heights of 2-2.5 meters in 10-14 months after which it will last 10-15 years.
It carries large green leaves resembling those of a palm tree that will fall off quickly if temperatures get lower. It stands atop a massive root network that, similar to fungi, can grow much more expansive than the rest of the specimen. Uniquely it is able to have roots develop from higher up in the stem allowing it to encapsulate objects on the ground which creates the effect of the plant standing atop a mound of roots. Similar to thornbrushes that have been left unattended for decades.
Starting the second year of its lifespan it will bear fruit every six months if circumstances allow so. The distinct pheromones carried by this fruit are produced all-year-round however by small but noticeable bulbs all over the stem of the plant. This fruit it bears is red, round and heavy. Weights of upwards of 0.5 kg are not uncommon, putting serious stress on the branches. Its taste has been described as very sweet, though infused with a metallic component and sometimes [DATA EXPUNGED]. It seems capable of mimicking the fruits of other plants in the area.
The danger lies in how people and animals are attracted to this plant by the pheromones it emanates. As soon as the fruit is digested however two things will happen. The first is not dissimilar to more ordinary cases of addiction as the victim will greatly desire to eat more of it. The second effect is that the digestive system will be changed (e.g. the gut bacteria will be replaced by different ones) leading to an inability to survive without eating greater quantities of this fruit. Even if they happen to be carnivores. When the fruit has been eaten the victim will take a desperate search for more of it, spreading seeds along the way. If it fails it will attempt to use its final strength to make it back to SCP-5266 after which it will die and be digested after being enveloped by roots.
History: SCP-5266 was first discovered on the mountainside of a valley on the island of Borneo. Biologists had been led there by locals' stories of a holy plant that was not to be eaten. They pointed towards flying foxes which had eaten from it and had died painfully thereafter.
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DATE: 08 Feb 2021 14:30
Item #: SCP-5449
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: [SCP-5449 is to be kept in standard containment unit and is to be entered once every week by an unarmed member of any personnel for maintenance. Maintenance consists of looking for abnormal behaviour from either SCP-5449’s pocket dimension or SCP-5449-01. If anything is suspected to be different from usual behaviour, personnel is to report to level 4 or higher clearance personnel and remain within SCP-5449 until further notice.]
Description: [SCP-5449 is an hexagonal 30cm wide by 30cm long by 12cm high dark blue stone made of an unknown material. When touched by a living organism, the organism will vanish from its current space and be transported to SCP-5449’s pocket dimension. Touching SCP-5449 within its pocket dimension relocates the organism to a space near SCP-5449 in our dimension.
The dimension consists of a 20 by 20 meters diameter perfectly circular landscape which appears to be surrounded by an empty void. The interior of SCP-5449’s pocket dimension always contains the same features: 10 cm away from the border of the circle is a 1.32 meters high column on top of which rests a perfect copy of SCP-5449, on the opposite side and 1.43 meters away from the border is a 3.4 meters high tree on top of a small hill, near the tree and is a 1 m long by 2 m wide by 2.3 m deep pond and finally, on the opposite side of the pond and 1.2 m away from the border is a 1.3 m long by 0.5 m wide by 0.34 m high bench perpendicular to the center. Composition of the ground, the pillar, the tree, the pond and the bench will change depending on the emotion felt by the organism as it touched SCP-5449. From 0 to 10 seconds after a subject enters SCP-5449, a tall humanoid entity referred to as SCP-5449-01 should appear somewhere within the circle.
SCP-5449-01 is completely white in colour and appears to be made of concrete. Despite its back being curved forward, it is 2.3 meters tall with short legs and a long torso. SCP-5449-01’s arms are 1.4 meters long, ending with enormous hands. Its head is bulky and lacks any facial features aside for a large smiling mouth which appears to be carved into its skull. The entity cannot be seen on video recording devices and doesn’t emit any sound or noises even while moving around. SCP-5449-01 acts friendly towards other entities and will not attack unless provoked. It will follow subjects around the dimension and attempt to calm anyone who feels anxious, depressed or angry by inviting them to sit with it at the bench.
Upon contact with the bench as SCP-5449-01 is also touching it, subjects immediately enter a calm and peaceful state of mind, appearing to suddenly see a silver lining to any of their problems, usually reporting that “their problems aren’t that bad after all”. This effect will only apply to subject’s current problems and will be negated by the addition of a new stressful situation or a modification that counters the silver lining seen of an already existing problem. SCP-5449-01 moves at nearly instantaneous speeds and while it doesn’t seem to run it appears to “walk” at an incredible pace. While SCP-5449-01 showed immeasurable strength and resistance to physical damage during a fight with D-class personnel, researchers have not further tested its resistance to chemicals due to the entity’s behaviour around objects it perceives as dangerous. Any objects left behind while exiting SCP-5449 will result in the object vanishing from the dimension, never to be found again.
Despite SCP-5449-01 not having eyes, present personnel always know exactly where it is looking. The entity seems to sense emotions from other living beings and while in its presence, personnel reported they could do the same for SCP-5449-01 even if its body language is non existent. The entity does not speak nor does it seem to understand any known language. It is theorized that it makes out the intention of a message by the emotion and/or the tone used. SCP-5449-01 shows no will to learn despite it demonstrating symbolism and a natural curiosity towards every object that are presented to it. This suggests that the emotions of SCP-5449-01 are artificial and simulated for therapy purposes.]
Addendum: [This section shows testing results and theories on SCP-5449-01.
This is a list of emotions corresponding to the material composition of the dimension known so far:
Neutral: blue stone of unknown material
Joy: pink coloured limestone
Excitement: green gem like crystal presumed to be peridot
Anger: bright orange gravel-like stone
Sadness: grey sand and limestone
Uncertainty: bright yellow sulfur
Calm: white marble like stone
Fear: unidentifiable solid material covered in thick black oil
According to a member of D-class, they where thinking about their own gruesome death when touching SCP-5449, leading to the dimension being made out of organic matter matching subject’s DNA.
SCP-5449-01’s behaviour is suspected to be algorithm based. It is usually expected to smile and stare at subject or do a situationally fitting action in response to subject. Here is a list of reaction-triggering acts known so far:
Subject doesn’t do anything: Entity will smile and stay still facing towards subject until further action.
Subject moves around: Entity will follow subject around.
Subject sits on bench: Entity will sit down with subject.
Subject sits on bench without entity and designates the available seat next to it: Entity rushes over and sits down with subject.
Subject purposefully damages terrain or objects belonging to SCP-5449: Entity will steal and destroy any object used to damage propriety and display an angry mouth as warning.
Subject attempts to harm SCP-5449-01: Entity will attempt to steal and destroy any object used to damage it and will display an angry mouth as a warning.
Subject attempts to damage terrain or SCP-5449-01 after first warning: Entity will straighten its back in an attempt to look more menacing as a second warning.
Subject offenses SCP-5449-01 after second warning: Entity will immediately terminate offensive subject before returning to its original happy state.
Subject speaks with a sincere or regretful tone resembling somewhat of an apology: Entity returns to its happy state as if nothing happened. Subject report that they “felt” SCP-5449-01 talking to them, saying: “all is forgiven”.
Subject falls or jump into void: Entity immediately catches subject and puts them back on land. Subject report “feeling” SCP-5449-01 telling them: “careful, you nearly fell”.
Subject hands over object to SCP-5449-01: Entity holds the given object until it is picked back up.
Subject shows off an object: Entity will appear deeply interested and contemplates the object.
Subject unintentionally forgets an object that has been shown within the dimension and comes back to pick it up: Entity will bring the object to subject and hand it over. Subject report “feeling” SCP-5449-01 telling them: “you forgot something”.
Subject is immersed in pond: Entity will stare at subject from near the pond.
Subject screams or hints distress while being in the pond: Entity pulls subject out of the pond and puts them back down on land. Subject report “feeling” SCP-5449-01 telling them: “careful”.
SCP-5449-01 recognizes some objects as dangerous and will attempt to steal and destroy the targeted object by crushing it in its hands. SCP-5449-01 will display an angry mouth as it does so, before returning to a happy state once the object is destroyed. These dangerous objects include so far anything that ressembles in shape or size a handgun or anything that has a sharp steel edge. These objects are suspected to be seen as dangerous after a member of D-class attempted to shoot SCP-5449-01 with a revolver and after a researcher attempted to collect a sample of stone from the bench with a pocket knife, which may have been interpreted as an act of vandalism.]
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DATE: 08 Feb 2021 08:50
SCP-5234-A, taken shortly after containment.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5234 is to be contained within a 10 x 10 x 10 m containment cell, with an observation deck for Foundation personnel to conduct studies of instances of SCP-5234-B. Entrance to SCP-5234’s cell is limited to the observation deck, and under no circumstances are any personnel allowed entry to SCP-5234’s cell through the main entrance.
Description: SCP-5234 appears to be a bubble machine, branded as the "Dolphin Bubble Machine", manufactured by toy company Kidzlane®, measuring at 23 x 23 x 18 cm. SCP-5234 utilises a reservoir in its mouth, which can house six (6) fluid ounces of liquid, alongside a set of ten (10) bubble wands fixed on a point. SCP-5234-A comes with a bottle containing eight (8) liquid ounces of an opaque, viscous cyan liquid resembling soap film, which Dr. Hobbs refers to as ‘world bubble sauce' for convenience, which refills itself daily.
SCP-5234-A has demonstrated incredible durability, able to withstand ██ tonnes of force, and lacks certain features advertised on its packaging and its standard counterpart, including an electronic motor and battery compartment. The bubble wands, therefore, remain stationary, but can be moved by light physical force.
When SCP-5234 is powered on, it will begin to vibrate violently. However, if the reservoir is filled with a sufficient amount of world bubble sauce, approximately 6 fluid ounces, SCP-5234-B will proceed with the previously mentioned behaviour, but will begin to produce an instance of SCP-5234-B
SCP-5234-B are bubbles produced by SCP-5234-A when powered on. Instances of 5234-B have been observed to pursue entities within their confinement. and exhibits traits of sentience, including reaction to external stimuli and the gradual increase of movement speed. Instances of SCP-5234-B have the anomalous ability to allow wavelengths of sound to travel via the produced instance. Individuals who come in physical contact with an instance of SCP-5234-B through physical interaction will become recipients of the produced sound, allowing them to hear said sound being emitted from a disembodied source.
Instances of SCP-5234-B come in a variety of colours across the colour spectrum, from red to violet, hypothesised to differ based on wavelength of sound. Instances of SCP-5234-B have also been observed to be produced in groups, rather than through a single instance, and combine through a process referred to as 'Bubble Tagging'.
"Typically, a single instance will be produced, followed by other instances. These instances, rather than gravitating towards entities within the area, will travel towards the initial bubble, fusing with it, causing the initial bubble to grow larger.
Essentially, each bubble represents a second of sound that hits the toy, and they connect to form a chain. That chain, is one big, big bubble, like a sentence." - Dr. Roscoe Hobbs, briefing junior researchers on the concept of bubble tagging.
Experiments were performed in order to study the behaviour of SCP-5234-B instances, including an additional experiment to study the anomalous nature of the bubble wands, listed in the table below:
Addendum 5234-01: Foundation personnel have managed to initiate contact, through SCP-5234-A, with three entities, subsequently referred to as SCP-5234-Spectre, SCP-5234-Warthog and SCP-5234-Hammer:
Follow up interviews with all three individuals have been requested by Dr. Roscoe Hobbs, who also requests conducting the interviews himself. Request is currently pending approval.
Addendum 5234-02-B: Interviews with each of the three entities have been conducted, and have their transcripts listed below:
[INTERVIEWS WILL BE BELOW]
[ADDENDUM FOR METHODS OF SCP-5234-B INSTANCE TERMINATION FOR PROTOCOL L'ÉTRANGER]
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DATE: 08 Feb 2021 08:20
1/XXXX LEVEL 1/XXXXCLASSIFIED |
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Item #: SCP-XXXXObject Class: Safe |
| Assigned Site | Site Director | Research Head | Assigned Task Force |
| Site-43 | Allan J. McInnis | Dr. J. Dune | MTF Lambda-17 "Doghunters" |
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is contained in a standard humanoid containment chamber at the Safe Wing of Site-43, and is free to roam around the site as long as its accompanied by 1 security guard.
Dr. Rachel has been reprimanded for her unprofessional behavior during recontainment of SCP-XXXX, and has been relocated to Site-94. Under no circumstances is Dr. Rachel permitted to access files regarding SCP-XXXX or interact with it.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a 24 year old Canadian Male Simon Bishop, whom is capable of regenerating any Type O blood it'd lost.
Author note: I don't have a girlfriend yet, and this is my first time writing a romance article. I don't expect this to win the sex romance contest, but I at least expect it to do well. I'm only participanting in the contest just for fun.
Stuff about how the Skip will go on: Dr. Rachel meets with Simon to tell him the bad news that he's not being able to leave yet because its been "postponed" since the Foundation wants to study him more. Rachel obviously knows Simon is never leaving, she just doesn't want to tell him because she knows how he'll react.
While the Foundation is busy making Simon their bitch, Rachel meets up with a therapist to vent about her issue. Her issue is that she feels bad about letting Simon being locked up because she loves him, but at the same time, she can't let him out unless his anomalous ability is neutralized.
She also admits that the reason why she's been making multiple requests to "interview" Simon is because she wants to pretend that she is spending time with him like she has in the past before as a way to help her ignore the fact he is anomaly who's locked up. She knows one day Simon will know he's never leaving, which is why she plans on telling him the hard truth one day. She just doesn't know how, yet.
Rachel's loyalty between the Foundation, and Simon is really tested when a huge containment breach occours, giving Simon the chance to escape. As he leaves, Rachel meets up. He tells her that he hates this place, and he wants to leave to get away as far as possible as he misses his family, and says they might even think he is dead. He asks Rachel to come along.
Rachel tells Simon she can't let him go because its important that he stays at the Foundation because he's important there, and when he asks what that importance is, she tells him its "classified" when in reality she doesn't want to get punished for allowing Simon to escape.
As the two bitch at each other, one of the security guards catches up to Simon. Just as he's about to apprehand it, Rachel stops him, and begs Simon to leave. Simon's obviously confused, but he goes along with it anyway. He's eventually contained by a containment team.
If your wondering what my article has to do with romance; I don't know, honestly, I guess Rachel loves him, but I know that's not good enough. It doesn't even feel like its about romance at all, either, and more like a drama skip.
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DATE: 08 Feb 2021 06:29
Test Log 22478-COI36/096
Cross-SCP Termination Testing for SCP-096
Following Incident 096-1-A, SCP-096's termination has been ordered by O5-1 with Dr. Dan appointed as head researcher. Dr. Dan has been authorized to cross test SCP objects
Item: SCP-XXXX
Test Results:
Item: SCP-XXXX
Test Results:
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DATE: 08 Feb 2021 03:48
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DATE: 08 Feb 2021 00:20
Item #: SCP-5678
Object Class: Keter
5678-A Instance 1[ABOVE]2016, Instance 2[BELOW]1986
Special Containment Procedures:
SCP-5678 is currently being contained in a 40m x 40m temporary containment site designated as Provision Site-4A [PS-4A]. 5678-A is to be monitored regularly via snipers, drone cameras, and radar. Security Detail Patrolling is to accordingly monitor 5678-A daily. A daily checkup on Provisional Research Camp-4B [PRC-4B] every month, if PRC-4B is under attack. Zeta-9 will be dispatched armed with KRYO-02 to assess and evacuate all personnel.
SCP ROUTINE
- Each Day a Group of 4 Security Detail Kill 5678-02 Accordingly to Avoid Spread Following Containment Breach.
- Each Week Manually 2 groups Consisting 1 of 3 Security Detail Armed with KRYO-02, and the Other Consisting of 4 Zeta-9 MTF Members for Emergency Reinforcements Incase of Failure. They are to Encase 5678-A Temporarily to Keep SCP-5678 in One Place Regularly.
- Each Month 1 Ground Mechanical Drone Designated as VLEPO-03, VLEPO-03 is Sent Out to See What SCP-5678 is Currently Doing as Well as Analysis For Researchers on Site.
Description: SCP-5678 is a huge orange-tinted spider-like insectoid with 4 black eyes, and a disproportionate lower jaw possibly because of the dominating 4 lower teeth which are approximately 5ft long and 4ft large. The reason why SCP-5678 is orange is because of a 1cm layer of orange liquid able to endure 3100° of heat. We have figured out that it’s vulnerable to chilled sodium-potassium, for this reason, KRYO-02 was created. We have discovered that SCP-5678 has heat vents of sorts at the sides of the entity to presumably keep warm, the biology of the creature has still amazed as to how the creature produces these substances. Measurements itself of SCP-5678 is 20ft x 35ft x 18ft. SCP-5678 has tentacles accompanied by a single huge sharp talon at the end which are the only things holding SCP-5678 up, they are approximately 12ft x 7ft. These appendages appear to be its limbs that make it mobile, giving SCP-5678 easy mobility among most environmental terrane. This is possibly how SCP-5678 formed 5678-A with ease. SCP-5678 has a defining underbelly with the middle of the belly covered in spikes identified as its bones, its underbelly can open and close with free will. When opening its stomach it can perform 2 actions, it can deposit entities known as 5678-02, they are smaller versions of SCP-5678 with spider-like legs. Two it can release tentacle appendages resembling significantly smaller versions of SCP-5678’s main tentacles. These smaller versions are capable of expanding 30ft long and 1ft large, they have suction cups at the ends capable of absorbing body fat which seems to be its nutrients. They are also capable of intercepting the Cerebrum of the human brain, they will release a needle of sorts able to communicate with the human's cerebrum. This process takes 40m to accomplish, SCP-5678 first exudes an orange-tinted sticky liquid of sorts possibly made out of rich-sugar on the human. This gets hardened over time creating what we call a chrysalis for the human, it then transforms the human forming an orange bug-like appearance. After 35m the orange liquid will melt away revealing the insectoid, after the 40m is completed the entity moves in accordance with SCP-5678 like a hive mind. We call this entity 5678-03. 5678-03 that are recovered are moved off-site to research site-17 for the study of the entity, this goes the same for 5678-02.
Addendum:
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DATE: 07 Feb 2021 23:43
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DATE: 07 Feb 2021 23:35
> Welcome O5-6,
> YOU HAVE ONE FILE PENDING REVIEW. ACCESS FILE
yes
> ACCESSING…
SCP-XXXX.
| Assigned Site | Site Director | Research Head | Assigned Departments |
| Site-01 | O5-1 | N/A | Office of the Overseer Council |
Heinz Gaufrid Klossner (right) alongside an unidentified individual during an expedition to Tibet.
Special Containment Procedures:
Description: SCP-XXXX are the abandoned ruins of the Klossner Palace, the ancestral home of the Klossner Family1. The structure was constructed in 1519 by Louis X2, and purchased by Poldie Klossner in 1866. Poldie used the building as a living space until his death in 1910, where ownership was passed to his son and prominent occultist, Heinz Gaufrid Klossner.
SCP-XXXX appears to have been rapidly abandoned, with large sections being damaged prior to its abandonment. Several hundred human corpses3 are located within the structure, mostly strewn throughout the main lobby and ballroom. Autopsies have uniformly determines the cause of death as immense compressive forces. Out of the 117 identified corpses, 83 belonged to members of the German or Austrian Aristocracy, and 34 belonged to staff and servants working at the establishment.
SCP-XXXX extends at indeterminate length into the ground, with 996 floors discovered. Despite Historical records suggesting that these floors were not present within the structure until 1942, several modern computing and mechanical components are present.
SCP-XXXX-▽ is an hybrid amphibian/reptile4 7 metres long, dark blue in pigmentation, with several bioluminescent spots across its back. SCP-XXXX-▽ is a hexapod, and, despite its size, can locomote silently. The entity usually resides within the 707th-734th sublevel of SCP-XXXX, though it will periodically move to higher levels.
Addendum XXXX.1 - Related Historical Records
Transcript #1 - 27th February 1920
Forward: Heinz Gaufried Klossner (referred to by his title "O5-7" in this transcript) was interviewed by O5-45 during an investigation into Foundation Front organisations. The interview occurred in the Hofbräuhaus am Platzl, a beer hall in Munich.
<BEGIN LOG>
[O5-7, Markus Bergmann6 and Zelda Bergmann7 are seen sitting at the bar. They converse for a moment, before a waitress (Ottila Stumpf) greets them. The conversation starts in German.8]
O. Stumpf: Ah … sir - busy day, busy day. Are you ready to order?
[O5-7 pauses]
O5-7: Hmmm … I'll have the Märzenbier, please - and … Markus? Zelda?
M. Bergmann: Us too. Three glasses of Märzenbier, please.
Z. Bergmann: Ah … not for me, thanks. I like beer, beer doesn't like me.
[All three laugh]
O5-7: Two classes, then.
[O5-4 enters, placing an umbrella at the door, and strolling to sit next to O5-7]
O5-4: Three glasses! One for me, One for the fine gentlemen beside me, and One for Mister … Bergmann, I suppose?
M. Bergmann: Ahhh … correct! You know, I have never been recognised by a stranger - do I know you? I recognise your face.
O5-4: Ahh, no … I'm not really a recognisable character in your circles. Heinz here has told me alot about you - I recognise you from a picture he showed me.
[Bergmann nods to Stumpf, who moves from the table.]
M. Bergmann: A journalist, then? I'm curious, where do I know you from?
Z. Bergmann: Oh oh! Are you the french actor from Ein Test der Führung?9 You must have played … er … oh yes! You played the part of Napoleon the third, no?
O5-4: Alas, no. I work as an editor for the Klossner Nachrichtengesellschaft. I suppose I just happen to resemble the man. I wanted to be an actor in my early days, though.
Z. Bergmann: I see. What brings you here?
O5-4: I have a few, er… confidential arrangements to discuss with Heinz here. Of no interest to you, even if you could know about it - just some looking over some old documents, sorting out budgeting, the like …
[O5-7 opens his mouth to speak, but O5-4 puts their hand up to stop him. He calls over Stumpf, who has returned with 3 pints of beer.]
O5-4: [To stumpf] Now if I may, is there a more private space to drink and chat? As lovely as this bar is I dont want to risk being overheard.
O. Stumpf: Of course sir, we have a space on the third floor which you could use. Follow me.
O5-4: That should do. [To O5-7] I apologise for interrupting, by the way. I'm sure you can chat with these folks later on.
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DATE: 07 Feb 2021 22:45
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I hated today.
It felt like I walked funny this morning, maybe because of the music I was listening to, or maybe it was just me. Or perhaps, I smelled like two bottles of soju and burnt dried octopus from last night, and I didn't have the brains to sweep the hangover to the back of my head.
I don't know… everyone seemed to keep their distance, or maybe it was just all about social distancing, especially ever since the recent rise in cases for the past three days. The Metro was bursting at the seams as always, with mobs of old businessmen who reek of aged cologne, rowdy seat-hogging middle schoolers, incessantly crying toddlers and the occasional freak like me:
A middle-aged white-collared worker who lives off of government subsidies and barely scraping the money pile in my job as an auditor for Yangpyeong Cargo Holdings, probably one of the most overrated workplaces because of the feverish 10-minute commercial advertisement runs in between news broadcasts and your daily soap opera.
Reality can often be disappointing, and this sludge of a thing called a "career" helped prove that point a million times over. You can envision the run-of-the-mill office, with endless rows of grey, musty cubicles, the constant faint buzz of the overhead fluorescent lights, a cacophony of rings, frustrated grunts, and the seldom muffled shouts behind the CEO room. We aren't allowed to work from home and our paycheck was slashed.
You can tell I look "professional" with a soaked back, flushed face and jumpy tendency to anyone with a red company ID hung around their necks along with the word:
| EXECUTIVE |
in big black print below their grumpy face portraits. Nearly every meeting, I would get long stares from the coworkers as I trudge into the conference room, as I repeatedly bow and utter "I'm so sorry".
This time, miraculously, I had some time to go down to the building cafe to get cups of coffee — coming alone with their own cup of coffee is a definite way to get left out of company lunch sessions. Walking into the room, I tripped on a chair leg and faceplanted onto the floor, spilling all the coffee. I don't even know anymore. I got up, frantically looked at everyone in the room and ran out with teary eyes.
I haven't heard from the boss or any of my coworkers yet. I can't lose this job. I don't want to be a disappointment to my parents. I got to be better.
I can't lose it. I need to be better at this.
*
Something felt different.
New intern joined the company today — maybe there is something wrong with me, like I'm a creep, or someone who needs to be locked up. I don't know — the manager called us to attention and rambled on about a decision to increase their intake of interns "in a time of uncertainty" before he called out in the direction of an unused conference room.
The door opened, and she appeared, giving nervous glances at every face in the room before looking down onto the carpeted floor behind her hazelnut brown bangs. She gathered her unusually pale hands in between her silk-white blouse and jet black skirt, and shuffled to the manager's side in her high heels. As he continued his rambling for her, I couldn't help but feel that we both made more than ten instances of awkward eye contact in the past three minutes; each time, she would flinch and her line of sight would switch between the water cooler on her right, the floor, and the lone vase of made-in-China tulips on the left, all the while her face would glow red with a slight grin.
Was I staring? Am I a creep? Was there something in my teeth? Was it the stray chili flake wedged between my teeth after gobbling down so much of the side dishes at the pork stew eatery? Were the spectacles crooked? Were my hands instinctively making weird gestures or shaking at the side? My inner voice keeps telling myself to shut the hell up — that having those thoughts would make me look even goofier.
No, I need to keep reminding myself.
I need to be better. Focus on the job. The job. Parents. Money. Remember: you're a selfish idiot who could barely sustain yourself and your family, who worked so hard to raise you. Stand the hell up for yourself and work.
Put it away.
*
| 29/03/2020 |
Need to mark this date.
The day when — I think — someone actually noticed me and started to converse so freely with me. Me. A loner who wouldn't dare butt in into office politics and gossip, sit with coworkers during lunchtimes, have quick five-minute meals with cup noodles in the lounge room before dashing back to the office, get the occasional word of advice from the neighbor next cubicle, and rest my tired arms on a shoulder.
The intern was assigned a seat next to me when she was hired, and moved most of her stuff to the desk. God, I felt so much of a creep, so I couldn't help but sneak a few glances at some of her belongings: lots of photo frames depicting herself in various seasonal outfits, family dinners, her pet dog, yadda yadda. Soon, the mundane, white glossy desk was overwhelmed with a flurry of colors; a brown cotton pencil case decorated with tiny plastic accessories, file covers taken up by cursive handwritten motivational phrases each with a different color, and so much more. Sort of puzzling that none of the higher-ups told her off about her choice of colors.
She got settled in pretty quickly and got to work. Though, from then on, I felt several glances from her. I was really bad at trying to ignore such behavior and unintentionally eyed her back. We both flinched with a brief look of surprise and apologized to each other at the exact same time. We chuckled, albeit quietly in consideration of our surroundings, and began to talk.
It was slow. We started off with several stammers, stumbling in between sentences, mispronouncing each other's names, but it was still, a start. We would smile at the childishly adventurous endeavors and tell each other embarrassing stories. When we soon ran out of words to supply the conversation, we mouthed a quick "it was nice meeting you" before turning our attention to work.
For the past few days, I've tried to ignore it. That fuzzy feeling. I don't know when it started, but it grew and spread. Typing on the keyboard never felt this… uncomfortable. Cold. Hard. Averting my gaze towards the monitor, it felt… somewhat… too bright. It was a feeling that was alien; a sharp sensation that shot up from my chest to my head, and down to my feet, only to immediately blend smoothly into a gentle wave of sun rays hitting my entire body.
Now, I feel… better, physically. It has been a long time to have warmth back, after years of having cold hands and feet. Never needed to put my jacket on as frequently as before in the harsh winter days of January.
God damn it. Why am I feeling this? Why do I hate this warmth? Even when it feels so good?
*
I don't know why she keeps hanging around with me. Why? What about me was that attractive? What does she want? Am I going to be exploited? Is this some prank that I'm not catching on? Am I going to look stupid for smiling like an idiot? Does she secretly hate me under that smile of hers? Does my breath smell? Is my face ugly?
*
She has been tagging me around for quite a while now. We go for lunch together, where she would often stop me from eating, worried that I was overeating for some time now. Ha, lost five kilos in a month! I did tell her about my horrible vision, so she brought me lenses to use in place of spectacles.
We would also slog our way back home through the Metro after overtime. My heart somewhat… aches only a slight bit every time I alight the Metro car, and I turn around to wave solemnly towards her. Without fail, her cheekbones will rise under the mask and the eyes slope upwards, before she waves back.
Her scent was dangerously alluring. Smelled like peaches. God, why am I like this? Stop, stop, stop.
What did I come here to do? Here to work. But… why — why her?
*
I can't think properly right now.
After each parting, I stay on the train platform longer, just to wave goodbye to her, keep her in my line of sight for at least, a few more seconds before the blurry mirage of accelerating Metro cars obscures her form.
Every time,
I long for her scent. I long for her smile, even under the mask. I long for the conversations we have between us. I don't know anymore — I need to be useful and help the ones I hold dearest, but it feels like the path in front of me is… getting murkier by the second.
*
I tried avoiding her.
But she just wouldn't give up. She would continue to tag along, often grabbing onto my arm one time when I kept leaving my seat to work at a different spot. She had this… look, a look that implied irritation, yet severe concern.
Her eyes were brimming with tears.
Softening, I didn't brush her bony hand away this time. I stayed, and listened to her spill her worries as she struggled to maintain her posture, producing quiet sniffles under her breath. I instinctively held onto her arms, and she looked up. Faced with such pale beauty, I felt that same fuzzy feeling, this time, it was gushing into each seam in between the fabric of my existence, almost overflowing.
My eyes widened as I felt my head spin and overheat. My joints began to ache; I don't know if it was from the diet or the dizziness. Ironic — I'm the one collapsing under my own weight. Using whatever spurt of energy left in myself, I collected my thoughts and gritted my teeth. Giving a sharp exhale and several constrained groans, I composed myself, struggling to regain my breathing.
What am I doing? What do I do?
With fluttering, teary eyes, she attempted to bring me into an embrace, which I promptly rejected by lightly pushing her away. I mutter to her to meet after work, and turned to leave the room.
I swear I heard a giggle behind me, but it didn't sound like her.
*
I met her on the Hangang Bridge, which was bustling with activity; lorries, limousines, common cars, and motorcycles sped past into the distant cityline of the capital, peppered with hundreds of minuscule, shimmering white and red dots, fading in and out constantly.
The chilly night winds and the occasional soft crashes of the river water against the bridge drowned out the sounds of the hustle and bustle on the roadlanes. The faint, milky shine of the Moon reflected against the waters and the glint of her tired eyes. With a look of remorse for the previous encounter, I stared down at the ground, with sweaty palms grabbing tightly onto my pants.
I found her longingly staring at the night sky, before turning to me. She removed her mask and grinned, producing two dimples on her pink cheeks, webbed with red lines as the icy wind continued to stream against her sensitive skin. I asked her why she removed it — she had a brief look of surprise, and then approached me, the scent of sweet peach growing stronger by the second.
She immediately wrapped her arms around me with such force and a degree of intimacy I haven't felt for quite a while. Slightly taken aback, I made a small squeal and nearly lost my footing. Helplessly foraging through my mind to think of a proper response, she buried her face into my chest.
I frantically looked around, assessing the current situation. She looked up with that same expression back at the office — the same, glassy-eyed look, like she wanted something.
Is… is it that? I don't know. What do I…?
I slowly removed my mask. The eyes seemed taunting, yet so alluring. With a heavy puff of air, I couldn't deny it any further. I leaned in.
I felt a spark, which quickly cascaded into electricity that rushed through my entire body as our lips locked in a neverending embrace. The feeling was growing. I felt like the warmth was being shared between us, until…
She strengthened her grip around me. And then, a piercing sensation that soon engulfed my chest and back that grew into an unending inferno.
I tried to pull away, letting out muffled yelps, while she didn't let go.
I noticed her arms were changing. The pale skin began to simmer, before liquefying into a silk-like material, penetrating through my clothes and wrapping around my body.
And then her face. She opened her eyes. I couldn't see any.
She grinned, as her features began to simmer and subsequently melt into a messy sludge of silk, enveloping my limbs, up to my face.
The last thing I heard from her was:
"Thanks for letting me in."
And all went black.
*
I wake up in the dark, musty room of mine.
Booting up the laptop, I check the time.
| 26/02/2020 |
I stare at the clockface, only to instinctively rub out my own eyes after a searing pain at the back of my eyeballs.
The words… look so blurry now.
After the pain subsides, I look down at my pale, bony hands and unnaturally long fingers, webbed with blue-black veins. I break down into sobs and moans, all the while, no tears roll down.
I grit my teeth.
I was right.
Mine H
Comrade Waldo
