SCP-738

Journal log 3

I still barely remember what happened. I was pushed into a room and there was a cube, kind of like a Rubik’s cube but all grey and cracked. They made me touch it, I didn’t want to but I had to, then everything was white.

But now I am walking the Foundation’s halls day and night, no one can see me. I’ve tried to interact with people but the only thing I can do is talk and touch SCPs. I’ve also accidentally… caused a few containment breaches. I’ve also noticed I’m not thirsty or hungry, and I miss the taste of food. I’m now classified as SCP-738, even though my name is Greg, which they probably don’t even know that, I only remember my name because of the previous journal entries. I also have regenerative capabilities, from being attacked by some SCPs, most of them are losing there minds in this place, I’m scared of losing mine as well. I’ve also noticed where ever I go there is a shadow following me, and honestly it isn’t that scary, its almost comforting.

I see other SCPs walking through the halls, but they also can’t interact with anyone else, not even other SCPs. I saw one running out of the doors of the foundation and got completely vaporised, they all look the same though. I hope somethings different tomorrow.