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Item #: SCP-4243
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4243 is to be kept in Site-██, in a 5 m by
5 m by 10 m titanium room, accompanied by a picture of SCP-4243's former father, ███████ █████, also in a titanium frame. Have the picture and frame checked weekly for any damages. Have a security camera on the humanoid at all times. All personnel exiting the site must be temporarily quarantined and inspected for any residue from SCP-4243's body.
Description: SCP-4243 is a 9 m tall, slender humanoid figure. Its body consists
of a highly corrosive chemical substance, and is wearing a cowboy hat made of the same material. On the "head" of the humanoid, there is a set of eyes, small and glowing white, shining from the inside at 5000 lumens. the humanoid is passive as long as it has access to a picture of his former father, ███████ █████, a farmer from ████████, Utah. If the picture is destroyed or taken away, however, the humanoid will become aggressive, and will attempt to puncture the walls and/or pry open the seal doors. SCP-4243 is capable of speech, and its voice is similar to the voice of a child. Conversations had with SCP-4243 usually consist of the humanoid talking about its former father, a farm it cannot recall the location of, and the lack of respect war veterans are receiving. Other topics brought up by the humanoid suggest that the humanoid was once a normal human being.
Interview 4243-██
Interviewed: SCP-4243
Interviewer: Dr. ████
Foreword: SCP-4243 talks about activities that it preformed as a "real boy".
< Begin Log, ██/██/██ >
SCP-4243: Hello, w-who are you?
Dr: I am Dr. ████, and I'm going to ask you some questions.
SCP-4243: Uh… Okay…
Dr: Do you know where you are?
SCP-4243 N-No…
Dr: You are in a very secret place, 4243.
SCP-4243 W-Why do they always call me that?
Dr: Do you remember your name? If so, we can call you that instead.
SCP-4243: Yeah, i-it's… uh… ███.
Dr: Okay, ███, Were you anything, before you became this?
SCP-4243: Uh… y-yeah… I was a real boy. I lived on a barn with my dad, and… we did everything together. We played football, we fed the livestock, and… uh… yeah.
Dr: Where is this barn?
SCP-4243: I-I don't remember…
Dr: What about your father?
SCP-4243: No- wait… is this him?
[SCP-4243 proceeds to hold the picture of his former father in front of Dr. ████'s face.]
Dr: Yes, that's him.
SCP-4243: Wait… why does smoke come from the thing when I hold it?
Dr: That's you, ███. You're entirely comprised of corrosive material. Y'know, melty stuff.
SCP-4243: Oh, so that's why i'm here, in this cold, dark cage? What, are you afraid i'll melt someone's face off? Or maybe, even, cause doomsday?
[SCP-4243 leans toward Dr. ████'s face, their faces almost touching each other.]
SCP-4243: Well, i'll tell one thing, old man, and that's talking to me was a bad idea!
[SCP-4243 proceeds to slice Dr. ████ in half with his arm-like appendage.]
< End Log, ██/██/██ >
Closing Statement: I don't think we'll be doing any more interviews with this one.
