Per 
The “Candy Man”
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be contained in an anomalous object containment cell in Site 88 Specialised Humanoid Containment Cell-XXXX in Site 88.
Light security is sufficient No personnel are allowed on the premises of Cell-XXXX without the permission of Dr. Foster, Amanda Malkin, or Dr. Morse. Violators will be severely punished and transferred. All entrances to Cell-XXXX are to be pressure locked. Absolutely no ventilation should be attached to Cell-XXXX. Weekly inspections by Dr. Morse should be held to judge the integrity of the walls. Any punctures made to the walls should be sealed immediately and Procedure XXXX should be conducted. If Procedure XXXX is successful, no further action is necessary. If unsuccessful, containment breach protocol should ensue.
Procedure XXXX entails giving a D-class subject an instance of SCP-XXXX-B for consumption. Lights in Cell XXXX are dimmed, and if the subject is deceased after 24-hours, the procedure is a success. If the subject survives, the procedure is a failure.
Specialised diet consists of live quadrupeds raw meat. Cell-XXXX shall be equipped with an air lock system that will maintain the integrity of the cell during feeding.
All instances of SCP-XXXX-B shall be taken from SCP-XXXX-A by Lab Curator Hutchinson and taken to Lab 3 for examination for termination for storage until requested by Dr. Morse. Instances of SCP-XXXX-B shall be stored in Safe XXXX-B until full. Once full, older samples should be terminated by incineration and replaced with newly collected samples. Lab Curator Hutchinson, Dr. Morse, Amanda Malkin and Dr. Forester are the only ones allowed to know the combination to Safe XXXX-B. Retrieval of samples, stocking and documenting samples, and terminating old samples will be conducted expressly by Lab Curator Hutchinson. All other personnel are to leave Lab 3 during all processes regarding Safe XXXX-B until their conclusion.
IMPORTANT: Any personal, regardless of position, who is found to have consumed any instance of SCP-XXXX-B, is to be locked in Cell-XXXX, where they will be observed by Dr. Morse.
SCP-XXXX-A is to be polished and oiled occasionally. Along with inspecting Cell-XXXX, Dr. Morse will also conduct weekly inspections of SCP-XXXX-A to check for oxidization. All oxidation should be removed immediately to ensure the structural integrity of SCP-XXXX-A. To maintain experimental integrity, the glass of SCP-XXXX-A is also to remain polished as well.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a cast-iron candy machine with the inscription, “Guaranteed to Make You Smile!”. The price of the candy is known to be 50 cents, and The machine takes any kind of American coin.
Despite prior suspicions, there seems to be nothing anomalous about SCP-XXXX, though its denotation has remained the same.
Instances of SCP-XXXX-A resemble a wide assortment of name-brand candies. Some of the brands include [REDACTED], [REDACTED], [REDACTED], and [REDACTED]1. There seems to be no affiliation between SCP-XXXX and these companies. Instances of SCP-XXXX-A are completely edible and safe to digest, exhibiting no known side-effects or anomalous properties themselves. It is possible that they are generated by SCP-XXXX-B’s mist form, since it has been demonstrated that SCP-XXXX-B’s can spontaneously generate objects through its mist form, though no experiment has been conducted to prove this theory.
SCP-XXXX-B is an anomalous object capable of spontaneously generating instances of SCP-XXXX-A. Outside of spontaneous generation, anomalous properties are presently unknown.
SCP-XXXX-B is an anomalous humanoid residing inside around under in [RELATION TO OBJECT UNKNOWN] SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX-B is considered hostile to humans when they consume any instance of SCP-XXXX-A.
Addendum: Experiment C has been reclassified as Incident XXXX by order of the Ethics Committee. All Class-C Personal involved with Incident XXXX have been discharged or relocated.
March 23
NOTE: The following log was recorded while SCP-XXXX was in transit to Site-88. First contact had been made by the Foundation without incident, and no known anomalous properties of SCP-XXXX were known at this time.
<Begin Log, March 23, 2021, 09:01> Dr. Morse: Dr. Gears. Dr. Glass. Pleasure to finally meet your acquaintance. We are recording this conversation per Site-88 protocol. No doubt you are curious about why I’ve brought you both here.
Dr. Glass: Yes. Very much so. (Looks at Dr. Gears)
Dr. Morse: As of 01:00 today, we have recovered an anomalous object that we have been able to link to a number of attacks in the ████████ area. You have seen the photos in the file I sent to you, no doubt?
Dr. Gears: Affirmative.
Dr. Morse: The lacerations on facial structure suggest that the cheeks were removed from inside the mouth. The cuts were irregular, thus we have reason to suspect non-surgical instruments were used to remove the facial tissue, like something tore them out instead of cutting them out. We don’t know exactly what we are dealing with, and we aren’t ruling anything out so far. We decided to bring you on to this project as advisors because experience of your caliber is needed for the sensitive nature of this particular project.
Dr. Glass: How sensitive are we talking?
Dr. Morse: The pictures in your file were of Caroline and Peter ██████, both age ten. Peter was declared deceased as of March 19th. Caroline survived, but is experiencing PTSD symptoms and hasn’t been able to talk to anyone since her release from the hospital last night. Glass, I need you to crack her. She is our best chance at understanding what we are up against here.
Dr. Glass: Well, that could take some time. It may be weeks before she opens up. Someone with that level of shell shock needs some time to process what happened, and diving in too early can cause damage to the brain.
Dr. Morse: We don’t have time, and you’ll do as you're told. You’re at Site-88 now, we have jurisdiction here. Your role is to advise, and we will take that advice into consideration. You run everything by me before you do it. If you do not follow my orders, I will have you replaced.
Dr. Glass: (Smiles and salutes) Yes Ma’am!
(Blank stares)
…Tough crowd, huh.
Dr. Morse: (continuing) Gears, Your expertise with Euclid-class threats is vital. All information gathered about the SCP I need synthesised into a working theory and explained. I want to know everything there is to know about this thing.
Dr. Gears: I am capable of following these instructions.
Dr. Morse: Good. You have five hours to get situated before Caroline arrives at 14:00 for her first interview. I want you both there. Look back over the files. Dismissed.
<End Log, March 23, 09:06>
<Status Update, March 23> SCP-XXXX has been safely transferred from ███████████████████ and has been moved to Cell-195 for Safe Level containment. All instances of SCP-XXXX-A have been removed and, per Dr. Morse’s request, have been transferred to Lab 3 for analysis. Testing with SCP-XXXX has been approved by Dr. Foster.
<Begin Log, March 23, 2021, 15:13> Dr. Glass: (Walks into room, smiles) Caroline ████████, Isn’t it? Its-s… Caroline?
(Caroline begins shakinging and rocking back and forth in her chair. She begins hyperventilating.)
(Kneeling beside her) Caroline. Listen to me- You’re having a panic attack. Repeat after me: 1,2,3
(Caroline continues to hyperventilate)
Repeat after me, Caroline: 7,3,8
Caroline: 7…3…8.
Dr. Glass: Good. 9,1,4.
Caroline: (Shaking decreases and breathing becomes regular) 9…1…4.
(Caroline takes a few deep breaths)
Dr. Glass: Feeling better? (Smiles)
(Caroline enters another panic attack)
Caroline? Repeat after me, okay? 1,3-
<End Log, March 23, 15:15>2
March 24
<Begin Log, March 24, 2021, 9:07> Dr. Morse: I’m starting the Log. Sit down, Glass.
Dr. Glass: (Raised voice) Start it! I don’t care! I’ll say it on the record and off the record! I should be in the sessions with Caroline! I’m the professional!
Dr. Morse: You are the professional, which is why you will be able to communicate with Gears through an earpiece when he’s in there.
Dr. Glass: No! I Need to be in there! This kid is fragile! One wrong look or word could send her into a panic attack. I need to be able to read her body language, to see what she's thinking. Do you think Gears can do that! No! The guy doesn’t have a soul!
(Turning to Gears)
No offense.
Dr. Gears: Souls do not exist. All experience is the make up of cognitive stimuli forcing the brain to have a chemical reaction. The soul stipulates the presence of a free will, which according to the study of biochemistry and physics, does not exist. This is true for all humans. Therefore, you are correct, I do not have a soul, so I am not offended.
Dr. Glass: SEE WHAT I MEAN! He’ll ruin her!
Dr. Morse: Dr. Glass! Control yourself and have a seat! I expect you to behave like a professional! It is already decided. Gears will run the interviews from here on out. I am aware of Caroline’s fragile nature, which is why you will teach Gears to identify the signs of a panic attack if one is to occur and how to react accordingly.
Dr. Glass: That’s not going to work! It takes years to be able to recognise these things!
Dr. Morse: Gears was able to identify Caroline’s repulsion to smiling. You weren’t. I think he’ll do fine. Besides, Gears is the only one in the facility who could satisfy Caroline’s needs.
Dr. Glass: And how’s that?
Dr. Morse: (Imitating Dr. Glass’s voice) “The guy doesn’t have a soul”. Gear’s lack of emotional responses to any stimuli make him the perfect interviewer for Caroline. We don’t have to worry about him smiling on accident and setting Caroline off, a risk we run with you, Glass.
Dr. Glass: But-!
Dr. Morse: I’m not arguing with you, Glass. My decision is final. Our next interview is tonight at 17:00. Be there, ready to guide Gears through the interview. Understood?
Dr. Glass: (Sighs) Understood.
<End Log, March 24, 9:15>
<Status Update, March 24> Video surveillance records show more instances of SCP-XXXX-A appearing inside SCP-XXXX. Origin unknown. Cell-195 was locked all night, and surveillance confirms this. Surveillance notified Dr. Morse as soon as it saw that SCP-XXXX was full again. The new instances have been taken to Lab 3 for analysis.
<Lab Report> Instances of SCP-XXXX-A exhibit no anomalous properties themselves. They are in fact composed of the ingredients that are listed under the “Ingredients” section on the packaging. The brand of candy seems to be inconsistent and random, ranging from hard candies like [REDACTED], to chocolate bar candies like [REDACTED], to assorted candies like [REDACTED]. As to their spontaneous generation, nothing about the specific instances themselves reveals anything. Thus their generation could be attributed to SCP-XXXX itself. The instances will remain here in Lab 3 for storage until Dr. Morse can definitively say that they are safe to consume, at which point I will take them home to my children.
-Lab Curator Hutchinson
NOTE: This is the first interview with Dr. Gears as the interviewer and Dr. Glass and Dr. Morse communicating to Dr. Gears through an earpiece. The italicised text denotes what Dr. Morse and Dr. Glass are saying through the earpiece.
<Begin Log, March 24, 2021, 19:02> (Dr. Gears is sitting opposite Caroline. Caroline is looking at the ground.)
Dr. Gears:…
Caroline:…
Dr. Glass: You have to say something!
Dr. Gears: I have been told that I have to say something. Therefore, in order to fulfill that request, I relay that information to you.
(Caroline looks visibly confused, however remains looking at the ground.)
Dr. Glass: What was that?
Dr. Gears: I was fulfilling your request.
Dr. Glass: No! I meant break the ice.
Dr. Gears: I do not understand. I was not informed that ice was a part of this interview. I do not see how that will accomplish anything.
(Caroline giggles)
Dr. Glass: You are insufferable! Create rapport. Ask her some questions. Try to get her to talk.
Dr. Gears: I see.
(Places interlocked hands on table)
I am going to ask you some questions. First question. What are your thoughts on the mathematical implications of inter-dimensional projectiles demonstrating an inverted parabolic trajectory. Second question. Given these implications, what is the most practical way to travel from dimension A to dimension B without compromising the fabric of reality. Third question. Stipulating the existence of gravity proportional to our own, and excluding friction as a variable, what would this travel do to the physiology of a human passenger.
Dr. Glass: WHAT THE H-!
Caroline: You talk funny.
Dr. Gears: What.
(Caroline looks up at Dr. Gears)
Caroline: (Softly) You talk funny.
Dr. Gears: (Pauses) I- I talk funny… That was not my intent.
Caroline: (looks back down) Sorry.
Dr. Gears: I’m not offended and have no reason to be. You have detected a flaw in my communication. I apologise for my insufficiency.
Caroline: Oh. Okay.
Dr. Gears: …
Dr. Morse: That's all our time3, //Gears. //
<End Log, March 24, 19:16>
March 25
<Begin Log, March 25, 2021, 9:00> Dr. Morse: I’m starting the recording. Gentlemen, there’s been a development.
Dr. Glass: What kind of development?
Dr. Morse: Watch this surveillance footage.
Footage: |March 24, 23:19|- On screen is the Cell 195. A few seconds pass. Then, a mist seeps out from the edges of the door and rises towards the ceiling vent. This lasts only for about a minute. Dr. Morse fast-forwards an hour and 23 minutes. Same scene. After a few seconds, the mist comes out of the vent and goes through the cracks around the door.
Dr. Morse: Gears, what do you make of it?
Dr. Gears: (Squints, thinking) Hm… the gaseous substance seems to be guided. By what: unknown.
Dr. Glass: Do we know where the gas went?
Dr. Morse: Unclear. We don’t have surveillance systems by our topside vents, and our side cameras caught nothing. Nothing out of the usual has been reported. As of this moment, we are still a go on tonight’s interview. Glass, what do you have lined up?
Dr. Glass: I was thinking of doing word association.
Dr. Morse: Make a list and send it to me for approval. And make sure “vapor” is on the list.
Dr. Glass: (Smiles) You don’t trust me, do you.
Dr. Morse: I don’t trust anyone. That’s how I got to where I’m at.
Dr. Glass: Rough childhood, huh.
Dr. Morse:… Dismissed.
<End Log, March 25, 9:08>
NOTE: Farmer Johnson has lived on a plot adjacent to Site-88 for many years. The Foundation has received a number of complaints from him regarding the fumes put off by [REDACTED]. Johnson appears to have had no knowledge of the actual nature of Site-88 and [REDACTED], and thus posed no threat to the Foundation’s secrecy until the below complaint.
To whom it may concern,
What the goddamn hell are ya’ll doing over there in that factory of yours! For years, I have not complained of the smoke and the gas coming from your big ole silos, which stunt my crops.4 But this is downright haeneous!I woke up last night to the sound of my cows panicking in my field, and I thought to myself, “It's them goddamn coyotes again.” So I roll over to my wife Ethel, and I says, “Ethel, it's them goddamn coyotes again. I’ll be back.” So I put my boots on and grab my shotgun and a flashlight. But wouldn’t you know it, it wasn’t them goddamn coyotes! It was a goddamn devil! It was taller than a horse and had a freaky smile, and it had gutted one of my meat cows! I shone a light on it, and that thing was hideous! Its eyes were going in two different directions and it started smoking or something! I nearly jumped out of my boots! I shot at it, and it didn’t seem to be bothered by that. And then all of a sudden it jumped up and turned into a big smoke cloud and started heading back to your plant! I followed it with my light until the edge of my fence and sure enough I saw it go into one of your vents!
Now what the hell are ya’ll doing over there! Your demon owes me an apology, and another cow! I barely make it as it is, and if you don’t reimburse me, I’m gonna sue your ass!
Sincerely,
Joe Buck Johnson
NOTE: This message was sent to Lab Curator Hutchinson in light of Farmer Johnson’s Complaint.
Hutchinson, Do not under any circumstances consume any instances of SCP-XXXX-A. In fact, Gears and I have reason to believe that SCP-XXXX is not the true anomalous object we recovered, but something inside of it we are denoting as SCP-XXXX-B. SCP-XXXX-B is to be considered a Euclid class object. I repeat. SCP-XXXX-B is a Euclid class object. We advise you to store all instances of SCP-XXXX-A in a safe till we can determine whether or not they are safe to consume. Also, we have decided to construct Specialised Humanoid Containment Cell-XXXX adjacent to Lab 3 for secure access and storage of SCP-XXXX, SCP-XXXX-A, and SCP-XXXX-B. I want all your attention to focus on these objects until I say otherwise. I will be seeing you in three hours for object analysis.
-Morse
<Begin Log, March 25, 2021, 19:01> (Dr. Gears enters the room)
Dr. Glass: Remember what we practiced Gears.
Dr. Gears: (Sits, places pad and paper on table) Caroline… How is your condition.
Caroline: (looking at the ground, shrugs)
Dr. Glass:(sighs) Alright, ask her some questions, make her feel more comfortable and-
Dr. Morse: No, we don’t have time, go to the list.
Dr. Gears: Very well. I have been instructed to proctor an experiment that involves your participation. I will say a word, and then you will associate that word with another word, allowing us to gauge your response.
Caroline: (looks confused)
Dr. Gears: I see that you do not understand. I must have been… funny. I will restate. The purpose of-
Dr. Morse: Just start, Gears!
Dr. Gears: Very well. I will commence. (looks at pad) Cat.
Caroline: Um…dog?
Dr. Gears: Very good. Airplane.
Caroline: Clouds, I guess…
Dr. Glass: She doesn’t understand, Christina.
Dr. Morse: Keep going, Gears.
Dr. Gears: Good. Suit.
Caroline: Swimsuit
Dr. Gears: Good. Water.
Caroline: Drowning
Dr. Gears:Good. Sofa
Caroline: Soft?
Dr. Gears: Good. Church.
Caroline: Boring. (giggles)
Dr. Gears: Good. Games.
Caroline: Playground?
Dr. Gears: Good. Knife.
Caroline: (looks up, wide eyed)…Cut.
Dr. Glass: Wait. This wasn’t in my list! What’d you do!
Dr. Morse: I don’t know what you mean, Glass.
Dr. Gears: Claws
Caroline: …Mouth
Dr. Gears: Teeth.
Caroline: …Smile. (A tear falls from right eye)
Dr. Gears: Vapor
Caroline:…
Dr. Gears: I repeat. Vapor.
Dr. Morse: Skip it, Gears! Don’t lose her!
(Another tear falls down Caroline’s face)
Dr. Gears: We will forgo Vapor. Next word. Cheeks.
Caroline: …Pain
Dr. Gears:EyesCaroline:…Devil
Dr. Gears: Monster
Caroline: ME! (Crying, puts her hands on her cheeks) I’m the monster! (Looks down sobbing)
Dr. Gears: (Visibly confused)
Dr. Morse: Finish the list, Gears.
Dr. Gears: (hesitant) Y-yes. Affirmative. (To Caroline) Smile.
Caroline: NO! NO! (Screams, her and her chair fall over) GET AWAY! (Shields eyes, as if trying to fend off or protect herself from something, slinks back into the room corner) DON'T TOUCH ME! NOOOO!(She starts rocking on the ground)
Dr. Gears: Engaging panic attack protocol. Caroline, repeat after me. 1,2,3-
<End Log, March 25, 19:11>
March 26
<Begin Log, March 26, 2021, 08:59> Dr. Morse: Since we are all here, I’ll start the recording. Construction on Cell XXXX began yesterday and it is expected to be completed around 13:00 today. Lab reports are still inconclusive, but the interviews are going just as planned. Glass, what do you have lined up for tonight?
Dr. Glass:…
Dr. Morse: I asked you a question, Doctor. I would like a response.
Dr. Glass: No.
Dr. Morse: Excuse me.
Dr. Glass: No, I’m not doing this. You went behind my back and put a patient at serious psychological risk. I won’t do this job if my recommendations aren’t seriously considered.
Dr. Morse: You’re sounding like a greenie, Glass. Welcome to the Foundation! The personal lives of our subjects are of no concern to us. This is what we do.
Dr. Glass: Really? Going against protocol? Going against your peers and professional guidance? That’s what we do here? I’ve heard too many horror stories in my office to not know we push some serious moral boundaries. But when we do, it's always systematic. There’s always a procedure.
Dr. Morse: Time’s are changing here, Glass. Our variables change by the hour. We have to improvise when need be.
Dr. Glass: Improvise! You call ignoring professional advice improvising!
Dr. Morse: Dr. Glass! I do not need a critique of my leadership! If you want to get your act together and do your job, then be so kind as to inform us what we will be doing with Caroline.
Dr. Glass: I can’t believe this!Dr. Morse: Do not make me ask a third time, doctor.
Dr. Glass: … I need to know that you won’t tamper with my procedure. I need to know that Caroline will be safe.
Dr. Morse: You have my word. The subject will be safe.
Dr. Glass: (Hesitates) Rorschach test. We run her through that and see if she can freely associate anything of value from her experience. Maybe we can narrow down what we’re dealing with.
Dr. Morse: Good. Very good. Gears, I want you there when we move SCP-XXXX-A to Cell XXXX. I want to run some ideas by you and see if we can’t coax this thing out of the machine.
Dr. Gears: I will be able to comply with these commands.
Dr. Morse: Good. Meeting adjo-
Dr. Gears: For my information, do either of you hold the belief that my way of communicating is…funny.
Dr. Morse:…
Dr. Glass:…
Dr. Gears: Very well.
<End Log, March 26, 09:11>
<Begin Log, March 26, 2021, 13:46> Video is taken by the camera above the main entryway door looking into the lab. There are three scientists sitting at the various tables, working on various projects. One kicks an object by its chair. He looks down. Puzzled he reaches for the object. It's a [REDACTED] bar. He chuckles. He looks at the scientist at the opposite table.
“Ay, yo, Joseph. You know whose this is?”
Joseph is currently trying to pour a specific amount of liquid into a beaker.“A little busy, Daveed.”
“No, like, it’s a [REDACTED] bar. Everyone knows we ain’t supposed to have food in here.”
“I don’t know. I don’t care.”
From the opposite corner, the other scientist looks over to Daveed.
“Maybe it’s Carlson’s. He’s been smuggling snacks into the lab for years.”
“Bro, that’s facts! I saw him the other day and I swear I saw him trying to sneak an entire burrito into the lab!”
Daveed and the other scientist laugh.
Joseph sighs.
“Could both of you just shut up, I’ve been trying to get this serum right for three weeks.”
Daveed smirks and goes back to looking at the [REDACTED] bar. The other scientist goes back to rummaging through various equipment in the drawers. After a brief pause, Daveed looks at the other scientist rummaging.
“Ay, yo, Andre. Is Hutchinson here?”
Andre thinks for a second, and then turns away from the drawers.
“I haven’t seen him, man. Why, you gonna eat it?”
Daveed smiles.
“Ay, why not? Carlson gets away with it.”
Joseph speaks up.
“It’s your funeral if you get caught.”
Daveed opens the packaging and pops the candy into his mouth. Just then, Curator Hutchinson walks in with Dr. Morse.
“As I was telling you, ma’am, I am not certain that it would have any effect at long distance.”
They start to walk past Daveed’s table, who has fumbled the wrapper into his pocket and is trying not to chew.
“If we do some preliminary tests, I-”
Dr. Morse interrupts and looks at Daveed.
“Doctor, are you eating in the lab?”
Joseph finally puts his flask down.
“Busted.”
Daveed angrily gestures towards Joseph.
“Bro! What the hell!” he tries to say through the candy in his mouth.
Dr. Morse stands beside him, blocking him from view of the camera.
“Doctor, no food in labs is fifth grade level etiquette. You jeopardize every experiment in this lab by introducing a new variable and run the risk of contaminating the food, I shouldn’t have to tell you this.”
Curator Hutchinson flanks Daveed on the other side, seemingly more concerned.
“What exactly did you eat?”
“I swear it wasn’t mine! I found it on the floor! Carlson must’ve-”
“I’ll ask again, what was it that you ate?”
“It was just a snack sized [REDACTED] bar, it wasn’t that-”
Dr. Morse picks Daveed up by arm out of his chair and begins to pull him to the back of the lab.
“Doctor, lets run an experiment.”
Daveed is dragged by Morse to the back of the lab, terrorfied, as Curator Hutchinson follows. Joseph and Andre look at each other shocked.
<End Log, March 26, 13:53>
*/Enter Clearance Code/*
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*/Enter Command/*
*/Command Accepted- “Decrypt Hidden File Information”/*
*/Decrypting Hidden File Information*/
*/Decrypting…/*
*/Decrypting…/*
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<Begin Log, March 26, 2021, 13:54> |l’Dr. Gears: This information is contradictory to the information I received from you at 09:15.
Dr. Morse: What can I say Gears, plans change. We’re running an experiment.
Dr. Gears: Very well. Would it not be to our advantage to inform Dr. Glass of the recent development?
Dr. Morse: No time.’l| (Pushes button on observation deck panel) Let him in.
(A hissing noise is heard as the pressurised door opens. Daveed walks in)
|l’Dr. Gears: That is a C-Class personnel. This does not compute with my logic. A D-class subject would be better suited for an experiment of this caliber.
Dr. Morse: If you hadn’t noticed Gears, we are going a bit off script.’l| (Into the Mic) Do you know why you’re here, Daveed?
Daveed: (through the speakers, distraught) It was just a stupid piece of candy, man!
Dr. Morse: (Into the Mic) No, Daveed. It was not. Describe to me what you see.
Daveed: (Yelling) I ain’t doing this!
Dr. Morse: (Into the Mic) Describe to me what you see, Daveed.
Daveed: (Looks around the room) There’s a candy machine at the other end of the room. Now let me out!
Dr. Morse: (Into the Mic) What’s in the machine, Daveed?
Daveed: (Yelling) Candy, dammit! Let me out!
Dr. Morse: (Into the Mic) Inspect the candy, Daveed.
Daveed: What do you mean, inspect the candy? It's candy!
Dr. Morse: (Into the Mic) Walk over, and inspect the candy, Daveed.
Daveed: (Walks over to SCP-XXXX-A) There’s candy in the machine. What do you want!
Dr. Morse: (In the Mic) What kind of candy, Daveed.
Daveed: There’s [REDACTED], [REDACTED], [REDACTED], [REDACTED] it looks like, and- oh, oh shit! OH SHIT!
Dr. Morse: (Into the Mic) What’s the matter, Daveed.
Daveed: That’s the candy I ate! (Points to a [REDACTED] bar)
Dr. Morse: (Into the Mic) What you are pointing to, Daveed, is an instance of SCP-XXXX-B. If what you say is correct, then what you have consumed is not a “stupid piece of candy”, but an anomolous object.
Daveed: No! No! Please! I’m Sorry! I didn’t know! Please! Get me out! GET ME OUT!
Dr. Morse: (Into the Mic) It’s not me you should be begging to, Daveed.
|l’(to Dr. Gears) Take notes Gears, I’m going to cut the lights.
Dr. Gears: Affirmative.’l|
(The lights cut out)
|l’Dr. Morse: I’ll turn the lights back on when he’s done screaming’l|
Daveed: Oh-Oh my god! OH MY GOD! Get away from me! HELP! HELP ME! ANYONE! PLEASE!
(Daveed screams, which is cut short. A choking noise follows. Another voice is heard)
SCP-XXXX: EVERY MONSTER NEEDS A SCARY SMILE
(A ripping noise is heard followed by the screams of Daveed. The lights turn on. SCP-XXXX is standing over a bloodied Daveed, who is still screaming on the ground, writhing. In its claws it holds the remnants of Daveed’s cheek muscles. |l’It looks up at the lights, surprised, then at its surroundings till it sees the viewing deck window.)
Dr. Morse:Fascinating.
Dr. Gears: Interesting.
(SCP-XXXX slowly walks over to the window. It stares directly at Dr. Moore. Then it slams one of Daveeds cheeks against the plexiglass, making it shake. He then takes the cheeks and spells out the following with blood: I SEE YOU. After this, it slams an open palm on the window, leaving a bloody handprint.)
Dr. Morse: I want a measurement of that palm.’l|
| <End Log, March 26, 14:11>|l’5'l| |
*/Enter Command/*
*/Command Accepted- “Terminate Connection”/*
*/Terminating Connection/*
*/Terminating…/*
*/Terminating…/*
*/Termination Successful!/*
<Begin Log, March 26, 2021, 19:01> (Dr. Gears walks in and sits opposite Caroline. Caroline is looking at the ground, already on the verge of tears.)
Dr. Gears: How is your condition.
Caroline: I want to go home. (Sniffles)
Dr. Gears: Interesting. (makes note)
Dr. Morse: Start the experiment, Gears.
Dr. Gears: Affirmative. I will be proctoring another experiment that requires your participation. I will-
Caroline: (Whimpering) I want to go home.
Dr. Gears: You will be released upon completion of the experiment.
Caroline: I don’t want to do an experiment. I want to go home. (begins to cry)
Dr. Glass: We can’t go through with the test. She’s crumpling in there. Dr. Gears, just talk to her. Ask her why she wants to go home.
Dr. Morse: Glass, need I remind you that we have a limited amount of time? Carry on with the experiment, Gears.
Dr. Gears: Why do you want to go home.
Caroline: (bawling) I hate it here! I’m scared! I want my mommy!
Dr. Morse: Gears, go on with the experiment!
Dr. Glass: Ask her why she’s scared, doctor.
Dr. Gears: Why are you scared.
Caroline: (wiping her eyes) I don’t want the Devil to get me. I don’t want to smile. I just want to go home.
Dr. Morse: Gears! As your superior, I order you to start the experiment!
Dr. Glass: No! Don’t do the test! Ask her about the Devil!
Dr. Morse: If you don’t do what I say, I will have both of your jobs!
Dr. Gears: I cannot comply with your request.
Dr. Morse: Dammit Gears! I have strings in places you couldn’t imagine. I can just say the word and you both would disappear!
Caroline: (Yelling) No! No! No! No! I just want to go home! Let me go! Let me go! (Starts kicking and banging the table with her hands) I want mommy! I want mommy-y!
Dr. Morse: Congratulations Gears. You’ve pissed her off. Now we can’t do the experiment and we are nearly out of time.
Dr. Gears: Caroline. Desist screaming at once.
Caroline: (Still throwing a tantrum) You won’t let me go! You won’t let me go-o!
Dr. Gear: Caroline. Describe “The Devil”.
(Caroline stops screaming, looks wide-eyed at Dr. Gears, and starts to breathe heavier.)
Dr. Gears: I repeat. Describe “The Devil”.
Caroline: (Starts to rock back and forth) 5-3-9. 1-7-4. 8-2-6.
(Caroline calms down and her breathing becomes regular. She puts her hands over her cheeks.)
(Under her breath) I want to go home.
Dr. Gears: (pauses) Affirmative.
<End Log, March 26, 19:11>
March 27
*/Enter Clearance Code/*
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<Begin Log, March 27, 2021, 9:01> Dr. Morse: Give me one good reason I shouldn’t have you both expelled?
(Silence)
That’s what I thought. You were both out of line. Glass, you have been nothing but a pain in my ass for this entire operation. You defy my orders and actively turn others against me. Not only is this unprofessional, it is mutinous.
Dr. Glass: I stand by what I said yesterday. You are unfit to lead and you endanger everyone involved with SCP-XXXX.
Dr. Morse: I get results, doctor! What else does a leader need to do? End world peace? Solve the mysteries of the universe? It seems to me that your expectations from the leadership at Site-88 are clouding your judgement, doctor.
Dr. Glass: Clouding my judgement? I’m the only-
Dr.Morse: (Slams table) I’ve had it with your excuses, Glass!
(points to Gears)
And you! You disobeyed direct orders! I trusted you, Gears! You had a flawless track record until this point! What’s gotten into you, huh? Something upsetting your programming?
Dr. Gears: You asked for us to produce one reason against our possible termination. I have compiled three.
(puts a folder onto the table)
Dr. Morse: I’m listening.
|l’Dr. Gears: Reason one. You are not a real doctor.
Dr. Morse: (laughs) Oh really now?
Dr. Gears: Affirmative. According to your file you passed all your entrance tests flawlessly, the first in Foundation history according to the archives.
Dr. Morse: What of it?
Dr. Gears: I am the creator of the entrance tests. A perfect score occurring has the probability of less than 0.0000001%. The tests were engineered specifically for this. Preliminary investigations into you were inconclusive, so were investigations after that, and investigations after them. The Foundation ruled that you should be admitted to Site-88 despite this. The official statement said “No findings can prove anything wrong with Ms. Morse’s test scores, nor is there evidence suggesting test fraud or cheating of any kind”.
Dr. Morse: I know all this, Gears. I was there. Get to the point.
Dr. Gears: On August 13th, 2015, my computer systems were relocated to site-88 due to infrastructure update initiatives issued by the Foundation the summer of 2015. My files were converted to my new systems and the old ones were wiped, per instructions. This was carried out by a Cynthia MacIntosh, an IT department specialist. There are no records of this Cynthia MacIntosh in the Foundation databases. According to the foundation, she does not exist. This is not unusual.
Dr. Morse: Then why are we talking about this?
Dr. Gears: As a [REDACTED] I have access to files of non-existants and their current status. No records in that database have any reference to Cynthia MacIntosh. I have reviewed surveillance footage from the day that my systems were taken and wiped.
(places picture of Dr. Morse wearing an IT jacket and glasses)
You are Cynthia MacIntosh. You took my files regarding the entry tests to get the answers. You never downloaded them. You never uploaded them. How you did it is unknown. But in the eyes of the Foundation, this is enough to convict you.
Dr. Morse: I don’t think the Foundation could convict me if they tried. It’s hard to argue with results, doctor.
Dr. Gears: You are correct, your numbers are to your advantage. However, your methodology has been called into question more than once by the O-5 Council. Repeatedly, they have decided that your methods are evidence of your tenacity and creativity. If they were to discover, however, that you never passed your entrance tests, they might decide your actions are evidence of your inaptitude, not your creativity.
Dr. Morse: (pauses, then smiles mournfully) I’m impressed. But I should have expected as much.
Dr. Gears: Reason two. Both Dr. Glass and myself now know this information. In the event our termination from this project, and possibly the foundation, it is likely that this information will be uncovered and reviewed, and it is highly probable that it will result in your conviction. I do not have to remind you what the Foundation does to A-Class perpetrators once convicted.
Dr. Morse: No… You do not. (Smiles)’l|
Dr. Gears: Reason three. You need our assistance. We are both the highest rank in our fields. Logic necessitates our staying on the project.
Dr. Morse: Very well… My hands are tied.
Dr. Gears: … This does not compute. Your hands can be visually confirmed to not be tied.
Dr. Glass: It’s an expression, Dr. Gears.
Dr. Gears: I see… I seem to have been talking funny.
Dr. Glass: It's alright. |l’What I don’t understand is why we don’t just turn her in now? This project is a disaster and could look very bad on the Foundation.’l|
Dr. Gears: Dr. Morse has a 99% success rate.|l' Her methods are questionable and her success rate could be inflated by any number of accounts- after all, Morse, you have manipulated Foundation data before. I see no reason why you wouldn’t do it again. 'l| However, it is not likely that Site-88 could operate without her, and Site-88 is a valuable asset to the Foundation. |l’Thus, her immediate termination would be unlikely to provide any positive result.’l|
|l’Dr. Glass: So what? Let it fail! This project is a disaster!’l|
Dr. Morse: You do want Caroline to get better, don’t you Glass?
Dr. Glass: What kind of question is that? Of course I do!
|l’Dr. Morse: Let me tell you what will happen to Caroline if I get outed. First the Foundation will try to use Amnestics, but they won’t work and we both know that. Those scars can’t just be glossed over, and those memories will surface again. That makes Caroline a threat to Foundation secrecy. They will make her and her whole family disappear. If I go, so does Caroline.
Dr. Gears: Dr. Morse is correct. I do not believe that ending this project would benefit Caroline in any way
Dr. Morse: In other words, you need me around, Glass, or Caroline ceases to exist.
Dr. Glass:(Pauses) Fine. We’ll complete this project. But after that, your finished, Doctor!’l| In the meantime, Dr. Gears and I will be calling the shots now, understood?
Dr, Morse: Understood.
Dr. Glass: Good.
<End Log, March 27, 9:20>
*/Enter Command/*
*/Command Accepted- “Terminate Connection”/*
*/Terminating Connection/*
*/Terminating…/*
*/Terminating…/*
*/Termination Successful!/*
Experiment B - 3/27/2021 Subject: Subject-XXXX-1 is a Bos taurus6 collected from Mr. Johnson’s farm that the Foundation inherited after his subsequent disappearance. SCP-XXXX-B is known to prey on Bos taurus in the past, making Subject-XXXX-1 the perfect subject for this test.
Procedure:
Results: See notes below1) live Subject will be left in Cell XXXX
2) Lights will be dimmed, simulating nocturnal conditions
3) Experimenter will start camera recording
09:56 Subject-XXXX-1 enters Cell XXXX, lights are dimmed, and recording starts. 10:03 Subject-XXXX-1 has a bowel movement 10:38 Subject-XXXX-1 has a bowel movement 10:42 SCP-XXXX-B (mist) diffuses from SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX-B circles Subject-XXXX-1. Subject-XXXX-1 remains calm. 10:43 SCP-XXXX-B (humanoid) approaches Subject-XXXX-1. Subject-XXXX-1 is provoked, and attempts to evade SCP-XXXX-B. SCP-XXXX-B remains stationary. 10:47 Subject-XXXX-1 calms. SCP-XXXX stretches out hand, palm up. Mist diffuses from SCP-XXXX-B’s arm. Mist solidifies into hay. SCP-XXXX-B approaches Subject-XXXX-1 with hay in hand. Subject-XXXX-1 backs away from SCP-XXXX-B. SCP-XXXX-B continues to approach. Subject-XXXX-1 smells the hay and begins to approach SCP-XXXX-B. 10:48 SCP-XXXX-B holds hay out to Subject-XXXX-1. Subject-XXXX-1 eats the hay. SCP-XXXX-B’s torso diffuses mist. Mist solidifies in front of Subject-XXXX-1 as a bale of hay. Subject-XXXX-1 eats hay bale. SCP-XXXX-B walks to Subject-XXXX-1’s left flank. SCP-XXXX-B strokes Subject-XXXX-1. 10:49 SCP-XXXX-X speaks to Subject-XXXX-1 in Latin. “(translated) I used to be like you. We were hunted, corralled, and harvested by them, just like you are. I promise to you I’ll make this right for both of us. I’ll give them the face they deserve. Only then they’ll see.” Subject-XXXX-1 continues to eat hay bale. Subject-XXXX-1 has a bowel movement. 10:50 SCP-XXXX-B pats Bos taurus’s neck. SCP-XXXX-X speaks in Old Arabic. “(translated) I’m sorry they have done this to you. It should not have happened this way.” SCP-XXXX-B uses fingernail to slash through the throat of the Subject-XXXX-1. Subject-XXXX-1 expires. SCP-XXXX-B uses fingernails to cut out pieces of Subject-XXXX-1. SCP-XXXX-B consumes pieces of Subject-XXXX-1. 11:01 SCP-XXXX-B picks up a piece of Subject-XXXX-1 and walks up to the viewing deck window. SCP-XXXX-B uses a piece of Subject-XXXX-1 to write the following: “RAW MEAT WILL SUFFICE”. SCP-XXXX-B (mist) gathers back to SCP-XXXX. 11:58 Camera stops recording. Analysis:
This experiment has demonstrated that SCP-XXXX-B is able to take two forms: humanoid and mist.In its humanoid form it stands 2.5 meters tall, though its spinal structure bends near its mid back, giving it a hunch. Its back lacks muscle definition, allowing vertebrae to be seen in protruding from the skin. Muscle mass overall is also low, though its physical strength is unknown. Its arm length is about 1.9, and its hands end in 5cm long fingernails. Its skin is akin to rawhide, being a pale yellow in color. Its head is circular and disproportionately large compared to its body structure. Its eyes protrude from its head, akin to a chameleon, and are completely independent from each other in regards to movement. The lips of its mouth are drawn back towards the nape of its neck, where they seem attached by an assortment of nails and screws. Its teeth are bare because of this, and it seems to lack control of its salivation. Its teeth are 10cm at the largest and canid in shape, though its teeth are aligned asymmetrically, with each tooth not matching any other in length or jaw position.
In its mist form it is able to travel at about 50kph. It’s vaporous form is opaque, allowing light to pass through it, exemplifying characteristics of fog. How exactly SCP-XXXX-B is able to propel itself in this state is unclear.This experiment has also proven that the instances of SCP-XXXX-A could be spontaneously generated by SCP-XXXX-B, due to SCP-XXXX-B’s capacity for spontaneous generation with its mist form.
SCP-XXXX-B displays high levels of intelligence, including knowledge of multiple human languages, the capacity to empathise and soothe Subject-XXXX-1, knowledge of the experimenters, and basic mammal anatomy. These traits alone make SCP-XXXX-B a well equipped predator, but mixed with its anomalous properties and no known weakness, SCP-XXXX-B may very well be an apex predator to not only animals, but also humans.
Its knowledge of Latin and Old Arabic suggests that SCP-XXXX-B’s lifetime stretches as far back as BC 700, if not further. Foundation linguists state that SCP-XXXX-B speaks these languages as if it were a native speaker, and not simply a scholar of the language. This would mean that SCP-XXXX-B would have had to have been alive around the foundation of the Roman Empire or earlier, when Latin was widely spoken. As to how it knows Old Arabic, this is unclear, but could possibly mean that SCP-XXXX-B predates the Roman Empire as well.
Other possible theories could be that SCP-XXXX-B is an all-knowing being or knowledge of multiple languages is yet another anomalous property. SCP-XXXX-B does not seem to be all-knowing by virtue of its ability to learn from the environment around it. Whether or not knowledge of dead languages is an anomalous property cannot be ruled out, though not very probable.
Who SCP-XXXX-B is referring to in its dialogue is unclear. SCP-XXXX-B could be referring to the Foundation and its own perceived imprisonment. But given the possibility that SCP-XXXX-B’s life span dates farther back in time than the Foundation does, it could be voicing a dislike for humans in general.
Overall, the experiment was a success.
<Begin Log, March 27, 2021, 19:00> (Dr. Gears walks into the room, places a box of crayons and a ream of paper on the table, making a loud thud, startling Caroline)
Dr. Gears: My apologies
(Dr. Gears sits)
Caroline, how is your condition.
Caroline: Mr. Gears, I don't want to do an experiment today.
Dr. Gears.: That is expected. Today we are not conducting an experiment. Instead, we will attempt to run a diagnostic process to help alleviate your mental fugue.
Dr. Glass: You’re talking funny again, doctor.
Dr. Gears: (eyes widen) My apologies, Caroline. It has occurred to me that I was… being funny.
Caroline: It's okay, I forgive you.
Dr. Gears: (nods, clears throat) Today, we are going to…color.
Caroline: (Excited) Really?
Dr. Gears: Yes. That is what I said. I have no reason to lie to you.
Caroline: (Grabs the crayon box) What are we going to draw?
Dr. Glass: Have her draw a family trip to the beach.
Dr. Glass: A family trip to the beach.
Caroline: Great!
(Caroline opens the box of crayons, grabs a sheet of paper, and begins drawing. Gears stares blankly around the room.)
Dr. Glass: Doctor, you should draw something as well.
Dr. Gears: Negatory, drawing is not compatible with my present initiative, which is to observe that patient.
Dr. Glass: That doesn’t make any sense, Dr. Gears.
Caroline: That’s too bad, Mr. Gears.
Dr. Gears: I do not understand what you mean.
Caroline: Drawing is so much fun! My brother and I would do it all the time!
Dr. Glass: Find out more about that. Ask her what they would draw.
Dr. Gears: (Places interlocked fingers on the table) What would you and your brother draw?
Caroline: All kinds of things. One time when we went to [REDACTED] we tried to draw the [REDACTED]. Daddy said he liked mine the best.
(Caroline smiles and brushes her hair behind her ear, revealing the scars)
Done!
(Caroline holds up her drawing, arms fully outstretched, to Gears)
Do you like it?
Dr. Gears: I do not. The strokes are random and thoughtless. The color palette is poorly coordinated. There is absolutely no shading or an attempt to contrast-
Dr. Glass: You oaf, just say you like it and move on! This isn’t the Louvre!
Dr. Gears: I like it.
Caroline: Yay!
(She places the picture on the table in front of Gears)
Look! There’s my dad and my mom underneath the umbrella having a picnic; there’s me making a sandcastle; and there’s Poochie - my dog - on a surfboard!
Dr. Glass: Interesting, ask her where her brother is in the picture
Dr. Gears: Where is your brother in the picture.
Caroline: (Her smile fades) My brother?
Dr. Gears: Affirmative.
Caroline: He’s… He’s not there. The Devil took him.
(She looks down at the floor, her hair covering her scars again.)
Dr. Glass: Ask her to draw where Peter is now.
Dr. Gears: Could you draw where Peter is now?
Caroline: Okay.
(Caroline picks up another piece of paper and begins to draw)
Dr. Glass: You should really draw something, Dr. Gears.
Dr. Gears: Very well but I’m not pleased with this development.
(Dr. Gears grabs a piece of paper)
Caroline, I have been told to draw something as well and require a drawing utensil.
Caroline: You mean a crayon?
Dr. Gears:Yes… a crayon.
(Caroline hands Dr. Gears a pink crayon. Dr. Gears begins drawing.)
Caroline: What are you drawing?
Dr. Gears: Benzene rings.
Caroline: Oh.
(Caroline continues drawing)
I’m done.
(Caroline, pushes her piece of paper to Dr. Gears. It is a picture of a gate surrounded by clouds with angels all around it. One angel has an arrow pointing to it with the word “Peter” beside it.)
Dr. Gears: I do not understand.
Caroline: It's heaven. That's where Peter is. You believe in heaven, don’t you Mr. Gears?
Dr. Glass: Oh no. For the love of God, don’t-
Dr. Gears: Heaven does not exist. It is simply an ancient, mental construct to satisfy human beings with the inevitability of death. All evidence suggests that no such thing has ever existed, in this realm or others. Thus it is impossible for Peter to be in heaven.
Caroline: But-but-but I’ve seen the Devil. If the Devil’s real, then heaven has to be real!
(Caroline begins to rock back and forth)
Dr. Glass: Okay, this is salvageable. Dr. Gears, ask her to draw the devil.
Dr. Gears: Could you draw the devil.
Caroline: I-I… I’ll try.
(She picks up a black crayon and begins drawing. Dr. Gears begins drawing again)
Okay…(quietly) here you go.
(Caroline hands Dr. Gears the drawing of SCP-XXXX’s face)
Dr. Morse: That’s all our time, Gears. Good work.
<End Log, March 27, 19:17>
March 28
<Begin Log, March 28, 2021, 9:00> Dr. Morse: I can’t believe I’m saying this, but good work, gentlemen.
Dr. Glass: See! I know what I’m doing! Now we know what this “devil” looks like. From the picture and past descriptions, I believe we can begin piecing together some of SCP-XXXX’s anomalous properties.
Dr. Morse: (Smiles) That’s right, doctor. Good work.
(Dr. Morse nods at Dr. Gears, smiling. Dr. Gears remains silent.)
What should be our new approach, Glass?
Dr. Glass: Well, I’m pleased with the progress Caroline’s made. She seems to be more confident and open now, and her coping mechanisms seem to be very effective. The only thing that’s really bothering me is that every time SCP-XXXX seems to come up, she seems to shut down. She’s been doing better, but still, there’s lingering trauma there.
Dr. Morse: What do you suggest we do?
Dr. Glass: Well, there’s a number of things we could do. With trauma like this, continued exposure to the trigger should slowly get rid of the negative reaction. The problem is, the trigger for Caroline is more conceptual than it is tangible, and the imagination can only go so far when it comes to healing.
(Dr. Glass folds his hands under his chin, deep in thought.)
Hold on! Hold on, I got it! I am either a genius or I’m insane, but this just might work!
Dr. Morse: What is it?
Dr. Glass: Do we know how to get SCP-XXXX out of the candy machine?
Dr. Morse: (looks at Dr. Gears) We have a theory.
Dr. Glass: Perfect! If we were able to safely get SCP-XXXX in the same room as Caroline, then we could possibly kill two birds with one stone.
Dr. Morse: How so?
Dr. Glass: Well, if we were able to expose Caroline to SCP-XXXX repeatedly, it might get rid of her negative response to it, which will improve her mental fortitude and thus emotional health. She could also benefit your research in this way, too.
Dr. Morse: As a matter of fact, she might. We do have reason to believe that SCP-XXXX might be able to communicate to subjects. I could give her a list of questions and she could act as an interviewer.
Dr. Glass: Perfect! The only thing is I need you to assure me that she will be safe. This is for her well being as well, not just for our research.
(Dr. Morse looks at Dr. Gears)
Dr. Morse: Do you think that's possible?
Dr. Gears: (Looking at Dr. Morse) Based on what we know of SCP-XXXX… (looks at Dr. Glass) It is possible…
Dr. Glass: Perfect! Let's get crackin’ then! (Smiles)
Dr. Morse: Yes. Let’s. (Smiles)
<End Log, March 28, 9:07>
Experiment C Incident XXXX- 3/28/2021 Subject: Subject-XXXX-1 is Caroline ████████. Subject-XXXX-1 will serve two roles in this experiment. Its first role is to consume an instance of SCP-XXXX-A in order to observe SCP-XXXX-B’s behavior towards a subject it has already removed facial structure from. Subject-XXXX-1’s second role is to act as an interviewer during its exposure to SCP-XXXX-B if it survives initial contact, gathering valuable data first hand from SCP-XXXX-B.
Procedure:
Results:1) Subject-XXXX-1 will be given a wireless earpiece, a list of questions, and two quarters.
2) Subject-XXXX-1 will enter Cell XXXX, insert quarters into SCP-XXXX and consume an instance of SCP-XXXX-A.
3) Lights will be dimmed.
4) Subject-XXXX-1 will begin interviewing SCP-XXXX-B if it survives initial contact.
5) In a case of emergency, a platoon of guards equipped with high powered rifles will be on standby to escort Subject-XXXX-1 to safety.
<Begin Log> (Subject-XXXX-1 enters Cell XXXX.)
Dr. Glass: Alright, and we are sure this is safe?
Dr. Morse: Yes, the guards are on standby if anything starts to go south.
Dr. Glass: Alright, Dr. Gears, you may begin.
Dr. Gears: Affirmative. (To Subject-XXXX-1) Caroline. How is your condition.
Subject-XXXX-1: (through speaker) I’m scared, Mr. Gears.
Dr. Gears: (To Subject-XXXX-1) I have been informed that this experiment is for your benefit. Our guards are on standby if the procedure begins to become dangerous. However, statistically speaking, failure of the experiment is not likely.
Subject-XXXX-1: (Through speaker) O-okay.
Dr. Gears: (To Subject-XXXX-1) You may begin describing what you see in front of you.
Subject-XXXX-1: (Through speaker) Um…There’s a candy machine… And that’s it.
Dr. Gears: (To Subject-XXXX-1) Good. Approach the object.
Subject-XXXX-1: (Through speaker) The machine, right?
Dr. Gears: (To Subject-XXXX-1) Affirmative.
Subject-XXXX-1: (Through Speakers) Okay. (Approaches SCP-XXXX) Oh…It’s this candy machine. (Runs hand over SCP-XXXX’s inscription- “Guaranteed to Make You Smile!”- and shudders.)
Dr. Gears: (To Subject-XXXX-1) Insert quarters into object.
Dr. Glass: Are the guards ready?
Dr. Morse: They just need the go-ahead.
Subject-XXXX-1: (Through Speakers) Mr. Gears, I’m not sure I want to do this.
Dr. Gears: (To Subject-XXXX-1) I repeat, this experiment is for your benefit. Insert quarters into object.
Subject-XXXX-1: (Through Speakers) O-okay. (Inserts quarters.)
(An Instance of SCP-XXXX-A falls through the flap and onto the floor)
Oops.
(Subject-XXXX-1 picks up Instance of SCP-XXXX-A)
Dr. Gears: (To Subject-XXXX-1) Describe the object.
Subject-XXXX-1: (Through Speakers) The candy?
Dr. Gears: (To Subject-XXXX-1) Affirmative.
Subject-XXXX-1: (Through Speakers) Um… It’s a [REDACTED] bar. It’s small… and brown.
Dr. Gears: (To Subject-XXXX-1) Good. Consume the object.
Subject-XXXX-1: (Through Speakers) But-But, Mr. Gears, that’s how the Devil got out last time. (Begins to shake)
(Dr. Gears looks back to Dr. Morse and Dr. Glass. Both nod. Dr. Gears resumes.)
Dr. Gears: (To Subject-XXXX-1) Consume the object, Caroline.
Subject-XXXX-1: (Through Speakers, shaking) 1-9-5, 1-4-3, 2-8-6… (Stops shaking,takes deep breath, unravels Instance of SCP-XXXX-A, and consumes instance of SCP-XXXX-A).
Dr. Morse: Alright, dim the lights.
Dr. Gears: Affirmative.
(Dr. Gears dims the lights. Subject-XXXX-1 shrieks out)
Dr. Glass: Remind her we are still right here. It should calm her.
Dr. Gears: (Nods, to Subject-XXXX-1) I have been told to remind you that the experimenters are still present with you. There is no reason to be alarmed. This is all a part of the experiment.
Subject-XXXX-1: (Through Speakers) Mr. Gears, I don’t want to do this anymore! (begins to cry)
(SCP-XXXX-B (mist) diffuses out of SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX-B begins to circle Subject-XXXX-1. Subject-XXXX-1 stops crying and its breathing intensifies.)
1-5-8, 3-4-5, 2-6-9
(SCP-XXXX-B (humanoid) appears in front of Subject-XXXX-1)
SCP-XXXX-B: (Chuckles, through speakers) I BELIEVE WE’VE MET, LITTLE ONE.
Dr. Glass: I don’t like it, send the guards in.
Dr. Morse: No, no, hold on. Let’s let this play out. We don’t know if she’s under any threat yet.
Dr. Glass: (To Subject-XXXX-1) Caroline, begin the interview.
(Subject-XXXX-1 remains stationary and wide eyed, maintaining eye contact with SCP-XXXX-B. SCP-XXXX-B begins to circle Subject-XXXX-1)
SCP-XXXX-B: (Through Speakers) CURIOUS. I’VE NEVER HAD ONE OF YOU FREAKS CRAWL BACK TO ME. TELL ME, DID THE DEVILS BEHIND THE GLASS PUT YOU UP TO THIS?
Subject-XXXX-1:(Through Speakers) 1… 9… 2…,6… 3…-
SCP-XXXX-B:(Through Speakers) COUNTING. THAT’S ADORABLE. IT GOES WELL WITH YOUR SMILE. (Chuckles, pulls back Subject-XXXX-1’s hair, revealing its scars) WELL, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT. THEY SEWED YOU BACK UP. IS THAT WHY YOU CAME BACK? SO I COULD PUT A SMILE BACK ON YOUR FACE?
Subject-XXXX-1: (Closes eyes, Through Speakers) Wh-where’s….My… Br-brother.
SCP-XXXX-B: (Through speakers) OH, YES, THAT’S RIGHT. THERE WERE TWO OF YOU RUNTS THAT TOOK CANDY FROM MY MACHINE. I GUESS HE DIDN’T MAKE IT, DID HE?
(Subject-XXXX-1 begins crying)
SCP-XXXX-B:(Through Speakers) HM. I GUESS NOT. THAT’S TOO BAD. THE TWO OF YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN GREAT TOGETHER. I REMEMBER THINKING HIS SMILE LOOKED THE MOST LIKE MINE. IT’S A SHAME THE WORLD DIDN’T GET TO SEE IT.
Subject-XXXX-1: (Through Speakers) Please! I want my brother back!
SCP-XXXX-B: OH, COME NOW, YOU MAKE ME THINK YOU’VE FORGOTTEN WHAT I TOLD YOU. DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT I TOLD YOU THAT NIGHT?
(Subject-XXXX-1 nods)
NO, NO, I WANT TO HEAR YOU SAY IT.
(Subject-XXXX-1 shakes head)
SAY IT, YOU FREAK!
Subject-XXXX-1: (Bawling, Through Speakers) I’m the monster! I’m the monster-er!
SCP-XXXX-B: (Through Speakers) AND WHY ARE YOU THE MONSTER, LITTLE ONE?
Subject-XXXX-1: (Bawling, Through Speakers) I wanted to smile!
SCP-XXXX-B: (Through Speakers) YES! YOU AND THE OTHER PESTS! ALL YOU DO IS MAKE LIVING A LITERAL HELL FOR EVERYTHING AROUND YOU! THE EARTH GROANS UNDERNEATH YOUR WEIGHT! AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO WANT TO SMILE!
Subject-XXXX-1: (Through Speakers) I want my mommy!
SCP-XXXX-B: DO NOT SPEAK TO ME ABOUT FAMILY! I HAVE WONDERED THIS EARTH SEARCHING OUT THE REMNANTS OF MY KIND AFTER YOUR RELIGIOUS MYSTICS SLAUGHTERED US BY THE THOUSANDS, CALLING US DEMONS AND MONSTERS! I AM THE ONLY SURVIVOR! WHAT HAD WE DONE TO DESERVE THIS? NOTHING!
Subject-XXXX-1: (Through Speakers) Please stop!
SCP-XXXX-B: (Through Speakers) IT IS NOT I WHO NEEDS TO STOP! OR DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT YOUR FACE HAS A MEANING? IS NOT YOUR SMILE MY OWN?
(Points to its neck)
DO YOU SEE THESE NAILS? WOULD YOU BELIEVE THAT THESE NAILS WERE MADE SO THAT I COULD BE LIKE YOU INSECTS? SO I TOO COULD SMILE? BUT NO! A SMILE ON ANY OTHER FACE CREATES A MONSTER! I TRIED PEACE, BUT YOU CAST ME OUT! SO NOW I SPEAK YOUR LANGUAGE: WAR! I DESPISE YOUR SMILES! I DESPISE YOUR HAPPINESS! SO I WILL CREATE MORE FREAKS LIKE YOU, AND GIVE THEM THE SMILE THEY DESERVE: THE SMILE OF A MONSTER!
Subject-XXXX-1: (Bawling, Through Speakers) I didn’t do anything! I just wanted candy!
SCP-XXXX-B: (Through Speakers) DID YOU NOT WANT TO BE HAPPY? DID YOU NOT WANT TO SMILE AS YOU MAKE EVERYONE ELSE SUFFER!
Subject-XXXX-1: (Bawling, Assumes fetal position on the floor. Through Speakers) No! I just wanted candy! I just want my brother back!
(Subject-XXXX-1 bawls in the fetal position. SCP-XXXX-B stands over her.)
SCP-XXXX-B: (Through Speakers) YOU COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND MY PAIN.
Subject-XXXX-1: (Bawling, Through Speakers) You killed my brother!
SCP-XXXX-B: (Through Speakers) GOOD. HE’D THANK ME HE GOT OFF THIS HELLISH PLANET. HE’D BE USED, JUST LIKE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW! DO YOU REALLY THINK THOSE PEOPLE BEHIND THE GLASS ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT YOU? YOU’RE JUST A MONSTER TO THEM TOO. WHY DO YOU THINK THEY PUT YOU IN HERE WITH ME? THEY’D DO THE SAME WITH A RAT.
(SCP-XXXX-1 begins to back away from SCP-XXXX-B)
YES. SCUTTLE OFF LITTLE RAT, BUT THEY WON’T SAVE YOU. LET’S PUT A SMILE BACK ON THAT FACE OF YOURS.
Dr. Glass: Oh my God. Oh my God! Get her out of there!
Dr. Morse: (Into a walkie-talkie) Code Blue, send them in.
Dr. Gears: (To Subject-XXXX-1) Be advised, guards are on their way to evacuate you.
Subject-XXXX-1: (Standing up, Through Speakers) Help! Somebody help me!
(SCP-XXXX-B (mist) travels past Subject-XXXX-1. SCP-XXXX-B (humanoid) appears in front of Subject-XXXX-1, blocking its way to the door.)
SCP-XXXX-B: (Through Speakers) WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING, LITTLE RAT?
(SCP-XXXX-B moves towards Subject-XXXX-1. The pressurised door opens and the guards enter.)
Squad Leader: (Through Speakers) Freeze! Step away from the girl!
(Guards aim their weapons at SCP-XXXX-B, who is blocking their path to Subject-XXXX-1)
SCP-XXXX-B: (Chuckles, reaches into Subject-XXXX-1’s mouth. Through Speakers) EVERY MONSTER NEEDS A SCARY SMILE.
Squad Leader: (Through Speakers) Open fire!
(SCP-XXXX-B tenses and its body begins having mist diffuse off of it. The guards open fire. The bullets appear to pass through SCP-XXXX-B (humanoid/mist) , and hit Subject-XXXX-1. SCP-XXXX-1 expires, and is severely dismembered by the high powered rifles.)
Dr. Glass: Oh my God, they’re blowing her apart!
(Dr. Glass pushes Dr. Gears away from the speakers)
(Yelling into the microphone) Cease fire! Cease fire, God dammit!
(Guards ceasefire. Mist stops coming off of SCP-XXXX-B (humanoid) . SCP-XXXX-B holds the remains of Subject-XXXX-1 its head -and turns towards the guards.)
SCP-XXXX-B: (Through Speakers) NICE KILL, FREAKS.
(SCP-XXXX-b tosses Subject-XXXX-1’s head in front of the guards. One guard vomits. SCP-XXXX-B walks towards the viewing deck. It writes in Subject-XXXX-1’s blood “YOU ARE THE MONSTERS”. It then returns to SCP-XXXX).
Dr. Morse: (Smiling) I’d call that a success.
<End Log> Analysis:
The experiment revealed many things previously unknown about SCP-XXXX-B.It seems that SCP-XXXX-B’s hostility comes from a belief that humans are “Monsters”. According to SCP-XXXX-B, wanting happiness while other things are suffering is the root of humans being monsters. SCP-XXXX-B believes itself at war with humans. It can be hypothesised that SCP-XXXX thus acts as an ambush tactic with SCP-XXXX-B using instances of SCP-XXXX-A as bait. This would explain SCP-XXXX-B’s fixation on smiling that is displayed in its mutilation and on SCP-XXXX.
This experiment also revealed a never before seen anomalous property of SCP-XXXX-B. It seems that SCP-XXXX-B’s mist form can be engaged while it is in its humanoid form to allow objects to pass through SCP-XXXX-B while it is in its humanoid form.
It seems that there has been more of its kind in the past, so a foundation investigation is recommended.On an unrelated note, reassignment for the guards involved with the experiment is also recommended.
Overall, this experiment was a success.
<Begin Log, March 28, 2021, 19:47> (Dr. Gears and Dr. Glass sit in the room alone. Gears stares down at the ground, while Glass is rocking back, wringing his hands, and shaking)
Dr. Glass: Oh my God… Oh my God… Oh my God…
(Dr. Morse walks into the room)
Dr. Morse: Is there a particular reason you called this meeting, Glass? Curator Hutchinson and I have details we need to discuss ASAP.
Dr. Glass: She-She-She’s dead. We killed her. We killed her!
Dr. Morse: These things happen. But we got what we wanted, so don’t beat yourself up. The experiment was a success and I’ll see to it you get the proper commendations you deserve.
Dr. Glass: (Stands up, knocking chair over.) A Success! Caroline’s dead! DEAD! Do you get that! Do you understand what that means!
Dr. Morse: Doctor Glass, compose yourself. I know how death works. I don’t need a raving lunatic to explain it to me.
Dr. Glass: So you’re okay with this!?
Dr. Morse: Of course I’m okay with this. People die all the time, and we are normally the ones who get them killed.
Dr. Glass: No! NO! We get convicts killed! We get homeless people killed! This was a child! A CHILD! She had a family!
Dr. Morse: Oh please, and the homeless people and convicts don’t? You’re not making any sense, doctor. Now, is there something we need to discuss, or are you just wasting my time?
Dr. Glass: (Quietly) You’re sick.
Dr. Morse: (Chuckles, Smiles) Yes, one could call me a monster.
Dr. Glass: (Quietly) I swear to God, I will end you, you heartless freak.
Dr. Morse: Careful, you’re beginning to sound like XXXX. Besides, this experiment was your idea. I’m not the one who insisted on putting a child in a room with an extremely dangerous anomalous object.
Dr. Glass: You assured me she will be safe! You gave the go ahead! You said you knew that- Oh my God. Oh my God! You knew! YOU KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN!
Dr. Morse: (Smiles) I can neither confirm or deny.
Dr. Glass: You used her like bait! You wanted her to get killed! You wanted to see that monster in action!
Dr. Morse: Again, I can neither confirm or deny. But if that were the case, so what? That’s the job, doctor. Or have you forgotten where your loyalties lie?
Dr. Glass: Don’t threaten me! I could destroy your entire career!
Dr. Morse: Yes, yes, very cute. However, if it were to get out that the original intent of the experiment was to keep the girl alive and to possibly build a relationship with the object, then the experiment- your experiment -would appear to be a catastrophic failure. The Foundation does not tolerate failure, doctor. Or do I need to remind you what they do to failures? I would hate for that information to get out.
Dr. Glass: Sure, but Gears can still destroy you.
Dr. Morse: I doubt that, since he was implicated with you. Remember? I’m the bad guy. The two of you were in charge of this experiment. This is on you. My hands are clean.
Dr. Glass: No. No! I was trying to help her! (Grabs his hair) I was just trying to help her!
Dr. Morse: Maybe that’s where you went wrong. (Chuckles) The two of you are formally dismissed from this project. Your help is no longer required. Gather your things and be gone by morning. You have done a great service to Site-88 and the Foundation. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have pressing matters to attend to.
(Dr. Morse leaves the room. Dr. Glass is still pulling his hair, pacing)
Dr. Glass: I’m not the bad guy…I’m not the bad guy…I’m not the bad guy… I was just trying to help her, Dr. Gears. You have to believe me! I’m not a monster! I’m not! You believe me…don’t you?
Dr. Gears: (looking at the ground) Do you think I talk funny?
<End Log, March 28, 19:59>7
Dr. Morse, We have a problem. Jar XXXX-B-013 is missing from Safe XXXX-B. Please advise.
-Lab Curator Hutchinson
Hutchinson, Go through all files in the project folders pertaining to SCP-XXXX and redact all company names mentioned. There is no reason they should be informed about this development. It would only cause panic. Candy should be strictly prohibited in the Foundation until the jar is located. Until the jar is located, this information should remain between the two of us.
-Morse
March 29-Current
Dr. Gears has been made the primary interviewer under the guidance of Dr. Glass.
Dr. Glass thinks this is a very, very bad idea and should continue to be allowed to create rapport with Caroline. Dr. Glass has had his privilege of editing files pertaining to SCP-XXXX revoked.
