The Genie-Us

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Thaumiel

Special Containment Procedures:

SCP-XXXX is stored within a padded item storage unit within Site-21's secure item holding sector within an Hyper-Energy HiveCreated for when the higher dimensions all shrunk away when the universe was re-forming, developed by Super Researcher [REDACTED] Rose, a Hyper-Energy Hive forces all extradimensional and supernatural threats into local temporal reality for corporeal management. Creating a lockdown effect. In which reality is flooded with synchronicity to freeze up reality. Flood reality with unprecedented so it can no longer complete it's loop. Unlike the Scranton reality anchor, which simply maintains a state of illusion based coincidences of uncertainty on an accepted truth, the cause of scattered diversity of phenomenon in reality. for the prevention of temporal collapse and escape of anomalies. For maintenance see Super Researcher Samantha Rose.

Enacting SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties beyond the presentation of SCP-XXXX-A is restricted.

SCP-XXXX

SCP-XXXX-As relocation has been authorized to a thermally isolated cell paneled with fire-resistant motion detectors with around the clock surveillance. Level 4 equitable personnel are aloud only permissible attendance to recreational groups, hosted by Dr. Thorne on Mondays, Thursdays, and Fridays.

Anomalous effects SCP-XXXX-A's in mind, a dispenser containment sump is to properly distribute a BC rated dry chemical agent at the full output of SCP-XXXX-A's ignition via a sprinkler system within the cell of SCP-XXXX-A.

Description:
SCP-XXXX is a bronzed oil lamp invariably filled with 300 ml of oil. SCP-XXXX's anomalous properties convert when SCP-XXXX is polished thoroughly, shaken, or then lit with a flame.

SCP-XXXX-A is an Arabian female at a fixed age of 13, with no other notable physical features in addition to brown hair and 5’3 stature. However, an explained regenerative attachment to SCP-XXXX that can be triggered by causes such as a high-stress response and death is present— in which SCP-XXXX-B returns to SCP-XXXX. Secondary anomalous traits fall out upon continuous use after varied objects— all subsequently termed SCP-XXXX-A-1, 2, 3, etc — is summoned by SCP-XXXX-A.

Routine experimentations have wielded results on SCP-XXXX-As physical person. Out turns have shown SCP-XXXX-A to have a grip strength of over 200,000 metric tons and an adaptational capacity to heat. SCP-XXXX-A returns to SCP-XXXX upon death or emotional distress and with the minimum threshold for carry weight being 200 pounds (90.72 kg).

SCP-XXXX-As administration of fire is one of it's primary and most promising discovered outputs. Flames have been measured to interact within experiment circles, effecting flames of external sources. (Unless deficits aforementioned in the account is exploited.) SCP-XXXX-As' epidermal, thermal resistance has been fixed between 1 and 222204.444°C. Effective stability measure is interchangeable with SCP-XXXX-A's limited temperature of control.

The inconsequential objects were confiscated from SCP-XXXX-A's person upon retrieval:

• 24g of Cannabis
• Two confiscated notes.

Two confiscated notes.

Dear All, How are you doing? I'm doing good. They've got me in a room all the time. I don't know if they'll let me go visit you guys this year, or the one after. But don't be lonely, I know that you're dead, but that doesn't mean you have to be sad… papa seemed happy to see you all when we went last time. I think grandfather has passed… they were after me… I miss you so much…

Dear Adda, Do you still remember me? It's lonely but I've gotten by. Father I miss you so much, I wish I could say the same about mother and my sisters. If I make it out of here alive I want to honor your memory. These monsters help me do that, the ones you gave to me? To this day I still wonder why, but I'm fine not wondering why, even if I'm afraid. I kinda hate it, no I can't hate it, I wish I would stop crying… I miss you, love Mala.

Addendum:

SCP-XXXX was uncovered in the possession of SCP-XXXX-A after SCP-XXXX-A had fled the captive custody of ORIA affiliates. Humanoid described the evasion of execution and was given psychological treatment. Its location overheard ORIA captors, SCP-XXXX-As unfounded bravery aided foundation Mtf and technicians in a standstill with POI. 

An ORIA encampment only 10 miles from Site-43 was dealt with premature to a raid that was to then embark to re-acquire SCP-XXXX. This information is to be kept from SCP-XXXX-A out of risk of flight and combustion.

More confrontation by the ORIA for the hand over of both objects by foundation personnel occurred months later. Foundation response was blunt: SCP-XXXX and SCP-XXXX-A were now in foundation keeping and shall remain thereafter relocated to safer, securer Sites 42 and 21. Site-43 was then on to be disavowed due to the socio-political motives of surrounding regions.

Addendum XXXX-A/-Memo-F56:

Interview Log-K97

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-A

Interviewer: Dr.Thorne in an attempt to ascertain SCP-XXXXs' past.

Foreword: We're gonna take this by the balls.

<Begin Log, [optional time info]>

Dr. Thorne: Hello, SCP-XXXX, how are you this morning?

SCP-XXXX: I'm good, but… I would like to be called by my real name.

Dr. Rose: So would I! Too bad for that! We got a job to do! We can't let you be happy. Now lets get down to business. Your normal is weird to us and should be purged from the earth, or if not, Sold away or put on a shelf; For performance— there is no hope for the likes of us! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

SCP-XXXX: Huh!?

Dr. Rose: Now, let's try and see if you have anything that even resembles a faint glimpse of hope left in those eyes.

SCP-XXXX: Who are you!?

Dr. Thorne: Rose…

Dr. Rose: Thank you Thorne, okay big sis, Heh Heheh, I'll leave the rest to you, then.
(Sound of metal door closing echos.)

Dr.Thorne: I sincerely apologize for that. My sister is a rather socially impaired, individual.

SCP-XXXX: Who—

Dr. Thorne: Another researcher that is overseeing you, if my prior aforementioned context was not clear.

SCP-XXXX: What's her name? and these words I do not understand…

Interviewer: Classified. If it's not one thing, it's another. Our contributions require covert secrecy. I hope you understand, little one. So I will try to dull my tongue.

SCP-XXXX: Okay…? And why can you not tell me?

Dr. Thorne: Why is precisely why. Now, concerning your past. How is it that you did get into your lamp?

Person: I… my mother was queen of a tribe… in Pakistan. Long ago, and my father the sultan… my mother grew green of the attention given by my father to my needs. I was sickly you see…

Dr.Thorne: What were your symptoms could you describe them?

SCP-XXXX: I could not walk. Nor could I move around, she saw me only as a burden, along with my sisters.

Dr.Thorne: And there wasn't a single thing you could do about it, you poor thing.

SCP-XXXX: They left me in the desert one trip, without my father, I was always scared alone without him. I know they never wanted me around. But I let my self trust…

Dr. Thorne: It will be alright. There's' no need to blame yourself, recognize that it was due to uncontrollable circumstances.

SCP-XXXX: NO! I hate them!!

Dr. Thorne: …hm?

SCP-XXXX: I hate them they left me out there I had to walk all the way… no drag myself back.

Dr.Thorne: And then? Is there more to this?

SCP-XXXX: They told me I couldn't say anything about it, just like the rest of you all!!

Dr.Thorne: How are we the same as them? I'm curious.

SCP-XXXX: Secrets. You want to hide me away… like I don't exist… like they did. I am here! I'm not just in that lamp!

Dr. Thorne: That is correct, but, for your own protection. And it must be this way, for we are for life and they are against it. That is the world, but together, with enough harsh effort things can be ter.

SCP-XXXX: That's what he said… now I'm in there and all alone those monsters… can't protect me as he did…

Dr.Thorne: From experience, I can say this: my father suffered while saving my life. He sent me elsewhere to live. It killed me every day that I could not be apart of his world. Whichever the case, your position was vastly different… still it is always good to consider both sides.

SCP-XXXX: … but what I went through was different.

Dr. Thorne: Perhaps your not in the wrong, but still, as a young child how could you gauge what had happened with fluid certainty.

SCP-XXXX: … they all attacked us at once… we were dying, for victory, War was no longer an option for either side, so they thought my life would spare them. They gave me up to the lamp. They died anyway… did you know that part?

Dr. Thorne: Yes… Yes I did… and more than you know…

SCP-XXXX:* What do you mean!? You just agreed with me! Do you claim me ignorant!

Dr. Thorne: Did you ever see any doctors or shamen around you? And I never claimed the similar scope of my experience with yours.

SCP-XXXX: No but… I couldn't walk… they wouldn't let me, I always had to be carried.

Dr.Thorne: They wouldn't let you? For how long?

SCP-XXXX: Since I was born.

Dr.Thorne: Allow me to say, sweetheart, that medicine was not that far advanced. For them to know you could not walk during birth, and look at you now, perfect muscle memory.

Dr. Thorne: My dear, there was nothing wrong with you…

SCP-XXXX: W-What do you mean!?

Dr. Thorne: What happened to you was always meant to be. By tradition. The Way of Peace is not easy but it is the right way…and it must be our way." is how it was seen, you must forgive—

SCP-XXXX: I'm not so sure what your—

Dr. Thorne: You were being groomed, as a sacrifice. "Groomed as a great sacrifice in the war against godless infedels" a quote from the scrolls. Your sisters… weren't jealous they were angry at your father for another reason. They left you in the desert, not for envy but in hopes you'd surivive, in hopes you'd end up elsewhere, instead, you returned…

SCP-XXXX: No… that isn't—

Dr. Thorne: We have recovered files, no, a scripture that states your fate loud and clear.

SCP-XXXX: It's-It's not true! Your lying! Lying! Why would you hurt me like this if you cared!? I can't tell the difference anymore!

Dr. Thorne: If you don't know truth, you don't know love. The only one lying here is you. The values of humanity— these people seek understanding of things but do not know why, I believe they seek unity. We may live in secrecy. But that doesn't mean we have to hide the truth in return for certainty. It serves no gain or meaning. Know this please, little one, this was for your wellbeing.

SCP-XXXX: No! No… Too much! This is too much!!

<End Log>

Closing Statement: SCP-XXXX in distress spontaneously combusts in a controled experiment of fear, returning to the confines of SCP-XXXX-A.

Interview Log-951

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-A

Interviewer: Dr. Thorne accompanied by Super Researcher Samantha Rose

Foreword:

<Begin Log, [optional time info]>

(Sounds of a chair falling to the ground echo in the room, and swift footfalls, with the roar of flames erupts.)

Dr.Rose: If it wasn't us in here you'd be as good as dead. People aren't as patient as us.

SCP-XXXX: Let me go!!

Dr. Rose: Killing you would be so easy. C'mon, time to prove your not beyond saving.

SCP-XXXX: What do you—

Dr. Thorne: Our approaches are unconventional. We receive much reproach. We can only hope our subjects adhere to our way. There is no guarantee. There is much uncertainty. On one more side than one.

Dr. Rose: If you can't keep up. We'll hand you over to them. You'll make a perfect guinea pig— this is your only chance — Sis, I think we tried to hard to persuade her, or not enough.

Dr. Thorne: Safety in this bureaucracy is not so assured as it might appear, your retrieval under our jurisdictional operation, in hopes to rehabilitate you, is only brief. To evaluate your potential in every aspect.

SCP-XXXX: Rehabilitate…?

Dr. Rose: Make you better.

SCP-XXXX: How can you… this life I've lived… I am a monster all the same.

Dr. Rose: Are you gonna live every moment of your life trying to survive? Being cautious about every single thing? That's not living that's just a good way to lose! Fake it till you make it! As my sister mention earlier our father had to leave her. No, both of us. As we grew up it became easier to connect things in our childhood, and so we could forgive his faults. If we can do it you can too!

Dr. Thorne: We only hope for you to improve by your hardships. If not, there is truly no hope to be found in our endeavors, and we must relinquish them to those who may have only a slight >chance.

SCP-XXXX: How!? They- They tricked me!

Dr. Thorne: …Forgive yourself for what you could not notice at first, that should be all that matters. You can not control it… the best redemption at those who've crossed you is your flourishing.

Dr. Rose: Either be the change you want to see or watch it stay the same. Yeah taking that leap of faith is scary but you don't wanna be trapped in the fear, do you? That's worse than being in here! Freedom is a privilege and a challenge, but a threat for that reason alone. You can only take so much before you lose appreciation. So? How will you make it out of this one? Are you in or out?

SCP-XXXX: I swear, would do everything you're saying it's just… the good monsters… are the only ones I feel safe with…

Dr. Thorne: The Good monsters? Would you explain to us, if you can?

SCP-XXXX: Sometimes… I summon bad ones… and there's nothing I can do about it. I feel so helpless. They hurt people… and people think I'm one of them…; I'm not!

Dr. Rose: Huh, that's new, In that case, I guess it's time to differentiate yourself. Well, nothing will change you'll still be just a skip, but, change is not how you make things different, you'll be better than the rest since we gave you time. Your in control of those flames, right?

SCP-XXXX: I am… but, I can only light them around myself…

Dr. Rose: We'll fix that. Can you throw a punch? Obviously not. What you did earlier was weak. Strength doesn't do squat if you have no dexterity. But those are skills you can learn.

SCP-XXXX: Fix…? As you said, I can't control it!

Dr. Rose: Step one! Never listen to what anyone says, it's what they think, what's in thier heart that matters most of all.
SCP-XXXX: but my heart is broken it hurts I regret that most of all…

Dr. Rose: In honest opinion— first of all that was cheesy— no ones are ever truly broken, they just need to improve. If they can't reflect, they'll never recognize themselves again, unless they refuse then that's on them. I was tired of thier moral posturing — That is all these object classes really are — From the very beginning. Also, your irredeemable my ass, Unless you want to feel guilty about what could have been done differently, allow your self to find a place in this world, a purpose.

SCP-XXXX: No, please you'll die!

Dr. Thorne: We're more than capable, if our ability was a farce, we wouldn't be here alive to share our consolation.

Dr. Rose: Don't worry about us. Worry about yourself. This is your only shot to show what you're made of testify by your performance. Not many people can survive the end of several empires, well other than our father. But he's— yeah a thing that exists.

SCP-XXXX: Okay… but I have to warn you. They're scary.

Dr. Rose: So am I. That is what you'll have to conquer first, in order to stare down fear, we must do that which we think we cannot." His words exactly.

SCP-XXXX: was… was your dad nice?

Dr. Rose: As long as he didn't get angry, now he's just a ball of rage. Not with us — but that's just about the only amount of restraint he can manage nowadays. Anyway, let's find out what it's like inside that lamp of yours.

Dr. Thorne: I will organize the testing efforts.

Dr. Rose: That's the spirit!*Gun cocks* Okay skip time to hop back in your cell.

SCP-XXXX: Huh wait don't—

Dr. Rose: Oh, no! This is just to assert my dominance, remember what I said in the beginning? We got a job to do! We can't let you be happy. Now get going, pretty please?

SCP-XXXX: Okay. I trust you… for some reason even if you have a gun to my face. Tried to kill me. Because I can! I want to finally somewhere belong too!

Dr. Thorne: Well said. We start in 3 weeks.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: SCP-XXXX

Diary

Test Diary Date Submitted/Completed: {$date} Dear Diary The truth. Everyone has thier own Intentions. Some people live and join for thier own selfish motives. But I now know good people still exist, that groups like the foundation exist all around the world. But there can't be something like who we are, as we change and grow with the times. Thank you. I want to thank the foundation and the two researchers who helped me grow and had faith in me that I could do so very much. It has been for many months. I will be transferred soon and do not want to leave without sharing my gratefulness to them and the Foundation. I look forward to aiding in the efforts of containment! With my new skills!

[[/=]]

Last letter

Goodbye and good luck love, Mala.

Image source.
https://pixabay.com/en/genie-lamp-magic-magical-wishes-1129640/