scp-9916

Scp-9916 is not known. Scp-9916 enjoys righting about its victims.
Reports of this being started in a town called b——ck. The foundation soon evacuated the town and shut down all roads leading to the town in hopes to stop the rampage of the creature. The foundation then put up a barrier in order to restrict scp-9916. The scp has bean reported to speak to the staff at the location. Scp-9916 has bean shown to talk to people telepathically, usually trying to convince one to do a certain task. If the person does what the scp asked, the scp will appear and rip the victims eyes out. The last victim was a 14 year old boy. When the scp was contained, the organization found a story pined to the boys dead decaying body. "There once was a boy, he was a young boy. He was of the age of thirteen or fourteen, but he was never thought of as young. He loved his parents, well, as much as a child could love his parents. His past times included the bare basics of a young teen like him. He played with his peers, he played games, and loved to dote on young girls of his own age.
The boy lived in a small village off the side of a river that bends through small hills. The boy’s days were filled with joy and happiness. He would frequently visit his local baker’s market; he would rarely buy anything but it didn't matter to him, if he could see the fresh apple pie, it was good enough for him. He loved seeing the apple pie, the steam and the chunks in the apple pie always brought a smile to the young boy's face.
After visiting the bakery, the boy goes to school, which never brought as much joy as looking at the fresh apple pie. Having his friends there does bring him joy, but none of them compare to his love for the apple pie. After the end of school he would try and spend his time back at the bakery, but he was only able to do so when his friends didn't pry him away from the pie. He never resented his friends for taking him away from his apple pie. He also never told his friends about his desire to see the apple pie, he was too scared to tell his friends about the pie. He thought that his friends would never know why he loved the pie so, but that never bothered him. He was pained to think that anyone could love his pie as much as him.
One day, the child went to the bakery like he always does, and when he got there, there was no pie. The child sat down, thinking that the baker is just being slow today. The baker is in his older age, of about 50 or 60. The man always wore a smile on his face. The wrinkles forming around his mouth and eyes. The boy recalled how the baker always welcomed the child in.
Once the boy overheard the man and his old wife speaking about how the baker had a severe disease. The boy recalled how the baker told his wife that she will have to take over once he is unable to. The wife refused saying that she would never run such a dump like the bakery. The man and the wife separated soon after that. The boy was told that the wife had moved away to the city upstate but the boy knew that that was not the case. The woman had always been on the shy side unless it involved the baker. In other words, she didn't have the will to move away.
The child waited for a little longer and started to get suspicious. The child decided that he better go and see what is going on. The child was not going to wait any longer to see the apple pie, but the child didn't want to go without seeing the delectable pie that he has not yet tasted. When looking around the corner of the counter that the pie always sits on when the sun starts its climb up to tell the town to start the day, the boy found the pie that he had so desired.
The pie was laying on the floor, the boy could see the steam coming up from the pie. The aroma that is usually associated with the pie could not be detected by the young boy. He had not thought of it, he was just pleased to see the pie. A thought then entered the child's head “there is no baker, just take the pie.” He turned around to find the voice that he had heard. When he had finished his turn around, he found no being. The boy looked around for the voice that had intrigued him so. There was no being in the shop besides the boy and the pie. The boy's attention shifted back to the apple pie on the floor. The voice then returned “the pie is there… waiting for you”. The boy had not turned around to find the being speaking to him this time. The boy only had the pie in his mind. This time, the child will taste the pie. This time, the child will know what the pie has been hiding beneath its crust.
The child approached the apple pie, stretching his arms to pick up the pie, his fingers slowly wrapping around the underside of the tin that the pie was baked in. The child slowly walked out of the bakers shop with the pie in his hands. The boy had now gotten happiness wherever the child would want to go.
The child had started walking down to the school in which he was supposed to be at. As his foot hit the ground, he had heard the voice give him words of encouragement. The boy now had the pie, he did not have to go to the school which had brought the boy little joy. The voice pointed the child to the direction of the hills out on the horizon. The voice had not yet hurt the child, but instead it has only brought him the joy that he had never had prior.
The boy started to head to the hills, pie steam enveloping the boy's face as he walked. As the child got closer to the hills, he had been able to see silhouettes against the setting sun, the figures dancing as they pranced around a dimly lit fire. One of the silhouettes stopped moving, its head slowly turning to face the boy. The boy had started to make out the features of the face lit by the dim light. The silhouette was gaunt in its appearance, the skin flat against the little bone that the face had, the eyes almost completely black, like the eye was a hole to the back of the silhouettes head. The being started to head down the hill, it slowly fading into the dark of the hills shadow. Soon after, the being was in the face of the child. The being closely looking into the eyes of the child.
The silhouette slowly reached its thin, almost bone, arms down towards the pie. The child jumped back, no being, not even this thing could take the boys pie from his arms. The voice then told the child “it is ok, these are one of us.” The child looked down to the still steaming pie, then back to the awaiting silhouette. The child would not let go of his only source of happiness. The child questioned the voice, asking how these things could be like him. The voice was silent to this remark.
The silhouette was still waiting for the pie, arms extended. The voice finally spoke its words “the way” the voice stuttered, then said with such determination “the way these beings are like you and me is, they are monsters as well.” With this statement, the boy took a step back. He was no monster, he just loved the pie in his arms. The boy then turned and started to head back to the town that he had grown up in.
The voice instructed the child to turn around and hand over the pie. The child ignored the voice clenching the pie in his hands. The child walked as his shadow from the setting sun slowly disappeared. The moon slowly showing its face after the pride of the sun had slowly faded. The air was cold, the only warmth the child had was the only joy that he had. He had started to see the cool light of the streetlamps. As he approached the light, he noticed a black figure pass the light, as soon as it showed up, it vanished.
The child made his way back to the house that he had started the day in. The pie, still warm against the palms of his hands. As he reached the porch that he had so many memories about, he noticed the glint of the sun, telling the residents to pry their eyes open.
The child made his way into the house, he set the steaming pie on to the table that had a plate with food on it. The child ignored the plate and headed up to the bed that he had always slept in. The child sat on to the bed, as he did, the voice spoke to the child once again. The voice told the child to hand the pie over. The child responded with a defying no. As soon as the word came out of the boy's mouth, he heard a knock on the door that he had not closed. He went over and opened up the door. Behind the piece of wood were two people, one male, the other female. They ask what is wrong and the child responded with reassurance that it was nothing.
The boy made his way down into the room that housed the table. The male asked the child where the child was all night. The boy responded with a lie about how he was at a friends house. The male nodded and said ok. The female turned the t.v. on. She was on the news channel, the reporter was an old man with slicked back hair and a nice suit. The man on the screen started talking about a murrder. The reporter continued with a statement that police found the baker dead last night in his shop behind the counter and that he was estimated to have been killed in the early morning.
The interesting thing that the reporter said was that the man had no eyes when he was found. Not that the eyes were forced out, cause there was no sign of damage to the tissue surrounding the eye. The eyes are just missing.
The child went outside to welcome the outside world one last time. With the pie in his shaking hands, he started to head to the hills. When he got there, he saw the silhouettes sitting on the ground around the dim fire. As he approached the beings, the Gaunt turned its head to face the boy. The boy extended his arms with the pie at the end. The Gaunt stood on its bone like legs and took the pie. The black eyes looked down to the pie and then to the young boy.
The boy said that he did not want to die. The Gaunt nodded and walked back to the silhouettes. As the Gaunt walked, the boy noticed that there is one more silhouette then there was the night before. As the boy turned to head home, the voice told the child to stay and be happy with the pie. The child turned to find the maker of the voice. The child saw an old wiry man, his face deformed. The child told the man no. The voice then stuck his hands into the child's eyes and pulled them out. The child's lifeless body fell to the ground, never tasting the red apple pie."
This story is believed to have been written by scp-9916.
One experiment involving scp-9916 had a d-class personal do what the scp told him to do. When the agent turned to leave the scp-9916's container, the agent's eyes came out of the head. When studding the scp further they found that the victims of scp-9916 started to deform and turn pale. After a month of the victim being dead, it would then slowly sit up and join the other victims, these victims have then become scp-9916-1. The foundation does not know what these being's do. As this report is coming out, it has been confirmed that one of the staff had let the scp out. The staff was found dead outside of the border of the town. Citizens are encouraged to not respond the the being. There is no way to tell if the scp is there or not. The scp does not appear unless a person does what the scp says. As it stand right now, there is no way to recapture scp-9916.