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[begin log]
Taft: [to observers] Commencing interview.
Papers shuffling.
Taft: Do you know why you’re here?
Silence.
Taft: You claim to be William Afton, a suspected serial killer. Is that true?
SCP-SB: Is that hard to believe?
Taft: Not at all. I’ve dealt with enough weird stuff that talking to…you is less surprising than people would think.
Silence. SCP-SB leans back in its chair.
SCP-SB: So, what do you want to know about me?
Taft: If you’re who you claim to be, did you really kill those kids?
SCP-SB seems to contemplate the question
SCP-SB: Yeah, I killed those[EXPLETIVE REMOVED]
And I’d do it again, too. [chuckles]
Taft: Why would you do such a thing?
SCP-SB: [ignoring the question] I don’t think you quite appreciate how difficult it is to speak, so you? [chuckles] ‘Cause let me tell you something…it hurts like a [EXPLETIVE REMOVED]
Taft glances you his right at the one way mirror.
Taft: [producing a photo of Afton] Moving on…do you remember how you got to this state? How you came to…”inhabit” that suit? How long have you been in it?
SCP-SB: I don’t even remember what it was like before…THAT’S how long I’ve been in this God-damned suit…[chuckles and coughs]
Taft: Okay, but you’re didn’t answer the question of how your consciousness came to inhabit the suit. Or were you transformed?
SCP-SB: [ignoring the query] You know, sometimes, the suit still goes off by itse-
SCP-SB suddenly proceeds to straighten upright and move in a manner akin to an animatronic interacting with children before settling back into its chair again.
SCP-SB: Speak of the devil…[laughs]
SCP-SB laughs for several seconds before abruptly lunging at Taft, knocking both to the ground. SCP-SB is successfully restrained by the guards standing watch and is sent back to its containment cell. Taft suffered several blunt-force traumas to his cranium but will otherwise recover.
