The little tailor [Vergil Saikou]
Item: SCP-XXX (Code name: "Little Tailor")
Object class: Keter
Special containment procedures:
Version 1.0
Special containment procedures: SCP-XXX should be contained in a regular 3m x3m X 3m cell with high-security level. Pieces of animal skin or skin from human corpses are to be given to SCP-XXX twice a day. Any physical contact with SCP-XXX is not allowed unless it is for testing or interviewing purposes. Anyone who's getting into physical contact with SCP-XXX for any other purpose is to be terminated immediately. If SCP-XXX has taken the skin of anyone, take the injured person to the medical bay immediately for physical and mental checking. If SCP-XXX is to be transferred, he's to be contained in a metal coffin. In case of a containment breach, SCP-XXX is to be [DATA EXPUNGED].
SCP-XXX is currently waiting for his termination.
Version 1.6:
Special containment procedures: SCP-XXX is currently uncontained since incident XXX-B. If SCP-XXX is seen anywhere, the project head should be informed immediately. If SCP-XXX is found, he should be brought to site [REDACTED] and be monitored all the time and is to be given animal skin or dead human corpses skin pieces three times a day in order to prevent future breaches.
Version 1.9:
Special containment procedures: SCP-XXX is now re-contained. SCP-XXX must be monitored all the time and be put in a high-security level. When interviewed, the interviewer and SCP-XXX must be separated by an unbreakable glass wall, with microphones and speakers in both sides, in order to keep the interviewer safe. SCP-XXX must be given skin three times per day in order to prevent future breaches. Any physical contact with SCP-XXX is not allowed unless it is for testing purpose. Anyone who's getting into physical contact with SCP-XXX for any other purpose is to be terminated immediately. If SCP-XXX has taken the skin of anyone, take the injured person to the medical bay immediately for physical and mental checking. If SCP-XXX is to be transferred, he's to be contained in a metal coffin. SCP-XXX must not be terminated.
Description: SCP-XXX is a humanoid 16-year-old boy. His fingers on his left hand are replaced with sewing needles and seem to be made out of different skins stitched to each other, with some of the skin pieces seems to be in different levels of decomposition. SCP-XXX is always looking for "Fresh" pieces of skin to sew upon himself.
When interviewed, SCP-XXX would usually refer to himself as "Loyd Arthur". When is asked why SCP-XXX would say that "Loyd" is the base of his entire body and mind.
During interviews, tests or any other conversation, SCP-XXX would slowly try to skin the person he's talking to. When is being asked to stop, SCP-XXX would threaten not to cooperate. He'd do that many times during interviews, and each time he takes a bigger amount of skin, and after a while would try to eliminate the person using his needles. SCP-XXX would often give fashion advice during encounters and would try to avoid talking about his origin.
Interviewer: D-1497
Interviewed: SCP-XXX
Foreword: An interview with SCP-XXX.
<Being Log>
SCP-XXX: Bloody metal boxes… I hate those…
D-1497: Tell me about it.
D-1497: How are you doing today, SCP-XXX?
SCP-XXX: I was fine until I saw your outfit, mate. Don't you people do laundry in here?
D-1497: Oh come on, it's not THAT bad!
SCP-1497: And don't make me talk about that color! Ew!
D-1497: The foundation's bad fashion taste isn't the reason we're here, SCP-XXX.
SCP-XXX: Really? Too bad. Could give them a few pieces of advice.
D-1497: Coming from a 16-year-old kid, I don't think they'd listen.
SCP-XXX: I'm not exactly 16, sir, but I get the point.
D-1497: What?
SCP-XXX: I mean, Loyd Arthur might be the base of this entire body, you know, the one I sewed all these pieces of skin onto, but… Loyd isn't really alive anymore, mate.
D-1497: So why do you refer to yourself as him?
SCP-XXX: Each skin I took has a story, mate. Even the ones I took from animals… from dead bodies… even from an infant once. But Loyd is… well, he WAS the base. He's my skeleton. My origin. Loyd is most of my story, sir. I even share his memories.
D-1497: His memories? What do you-
SCP-XXX: But the dead are dead, sir. Loyd Arthur is long rotten, just like your victims. Let them be dead, don't you think?
[SCP-XXX is beginning to cut a piece of D-1497's skin. D-1497 is ordered to continue the interview.]
SCP-XXX: It's pretty hard to find some fresh skin in here. I mean, animal skins are okay too, but… fresh is the best. Too bad there aren't many things I'm allowed to design here. Although…
D-1497: Why the fuck are you staring into my mouth?
SCP-XXX: Your teeth… They are as white as a pearl. Would make a nice necklace, don't you think?
D-1497: Leave my teeth to be my teeth, please.
SCP-XXX: We'll see.
[SCP-XXX cuts a bigger piece of D-1497's skin. D-1497's begs to stop the interview are denied.]
SCP-XXX: What's the matter, Carson? You can kill a bunch of people without shedding a tear to mourn them, but a few pieces of your skin are gone and you become a bitch about it. Pathetic.
D-1497: Like you ever mourned yours.
SCP-XXX: I do, actually. I may not be able to shed a tear, but like I've said- each piece of skin has its story to tell. The ones I don't mourn are those from people like you.
D-1497: Like me?
SCP-1497: Scumbags who take the lives of people for no good reason. Mine is survival, sir. What's yours?
D-1497: I-
SCP-XXX: Let me guess, another selfish reason, isn't it? "She cheated on me!" or some shit. Oh, boo hoo. There's a thing called "Therapy", you know.
D-1497: For a 16-years-old, you know too much.
SCP-XXX: For a 36-years-old, you know too little.
D-1497: Dude…
SCP-XXX: Don't "Dude" me, sir. You don't know what am I even made of.
[SCP-XXX is getting closer to D-1497]
SCP-XXX: No flesh, it got rotten a long time ago. Bones are cracking the more time passes. Barely even blood, you know.
[SCP-XXX is getting his needles closer to D-1497.]
SCP-XXX: I'm made out of stories, of strings and needles, and layers on layers of skin. And just like an unfinished art piece…
[SCP-XXX shoves D-1497 to the ground and beginning to stab him]
SCP-XXX: I need more… and more… and more layers in order to be finished.
<End log>
SCP-XXX has mannaged to get a few skin pieces before security entered the room. D-1497 was taken to the medical bay and was presumed dead from blood loss. Pieces of his skin were cut and sent to SCP-XXX's containment
SCP- XXX would take skin from anyone or anything (dead or alive). Skin diseases or decomposed skins don't seem to disgust him. The only skin SCP-XXX wouldn't take is from people who've gone through plastic surgery, and that's from unknown reasons.
After SCP-XXX finishes patching himself up, he'd search for any leftover skin pieces and would sew clothing out of them (Usually jackets or socks).
Addendum: Incident XXX-A:
On ██/██/15, the staff forgot to bring skin pieces into SCP-XXX's containment cell. SCP-XXX began to scream and sob. After a few minutes, SCP-XXX charged himself towards the cell's door, trying to break it. After four failed attempts, SCP-XXX mannaged to break the door and began to charge at any staff member on his way, trying to get skin. 2 security guards and 1 D-Class were killed, and 4 security staff members, 5 D-Class personals and 1 researcher were injured.
SCP-XXX was re-contained after trying to enter the site's morgue by two security staff members.
A few of SCP-XXX's skin pieces were found on the broken door and on his route.
Addendum: Incident XXX-B:
On ██/██/17, 16:30, there was an attempt to terminate SCP-XXX. After the termination process, his body was ripped to parts and thrown in the trash. Around 16:45, a staff member noticed something was moving in the site's junkyard and reported it to security. When security got there, they saw SCP-XXX has re-patched himself and was running towards the site's gate. A few guards tried to stop him, but SCP-XXX was too quick for them.
There are a few theories about SCP-XXX's whereabouts, and all of these locations are being searched.
Addendum:
On ██/██/19, SCP-XXX was found in [REDACTED], Britain, and was brought to site ██. Dr. ███ asked for an interview with SCP-XXX to figure out what happened.
On 5/██/19, Dr. ████'s request for an interview with SCP-XXX was granted. Dr. ███ was escorted by two security staff members.
Interviewer: Dr. ███
Interviewed: SCP-XXX
<Begin log>
SCP-XXX: Aw, man. Now there's a glass wall between me and the fresh skin.
Dr. ███: Hello to you too, SCP-XXX.
SCP-XXX: SCP-XXX… haven't heard that name in a long time.
Dr. ███: How are you doing?
SCP-XXX: Honestly? I didn't miss this foundation, and I did escaped, but I knew you guys would catch me again someday. It's not a surprise.
Dr. ███: And why's that?
SCP-XXX: It's not that hard to catch a teenager.
Dr. ███: True. What were you doing out there if I may ask?
SCP-XXX: Hunting animals and some humans for skin… being on the run… I even met another escaping SCP!
Dr. ███: Elaborate.
SCP-XXX: We met, talked about being in the SCP foundation, lived in his caravan for a while. Was like a father to me.
Dr. ███: Can you tell us its name? Appearance? Something?
SCP-XXX: Snitches get stitches, sir.
Dr. ███: And you have many stitches, kid.
SCP-XXX: Good joke, sir. But I'm not telling you shit.
Dr. ███: Why wasn't this SCP with you?
SCP-XXX: Like I've said. I knew I was about to get caught. Didn't want him to lose his freedom as well.
Dr. ███: Okay. Let's move to a different topic.
SCP-XXX: Yeah. Let's.
Dr. ███: After we terminated you-
SCP-XXX: I'm still here, you know. Not terminated.
Dr. ███: After we tried to terminate you, how did you come back to life?
SCP-XXX: You can tear me into tiny pieces any time, anywhere. I'd still sew myself back up.
Dr. ███: Have you died before?
[SCP-XXX falls into silence and stared at the floor.]
Dr. ███: It's about Loyd, isn't it?
[SCP-XXX nods slowly.]
Dr. ███: Do you wish to talk about it?
SCP-XXX: No. I don't.
Dr. ███: We won't know how to help you if-
SCP-XXX: Help me? If you guys want to help me, then let me go. I can handle myself, you know!
Dr. ███: Calm down, kid.
SCP-XXX: I hate being locked away! I hate it! You guys call creatures like me "anomalies" or "monsters", but have you ever thought that we might have a soul of our own? A story to tell?
Dr. ███: That's why you also take the skins of the dead, aren't you?
SCP-XXX: Let the dead be dead, sir, but take something from them with you.
[Dr. ███ looks at the clock and then at SCP-XXX]
Dr.███: Looks like our time is over, kid. It was nice talking to you.
SCP-XXX: Hey, sir?
Dr. ███: Yeah?
SCP-XXX: Thank you. It… was a pleasant talk.
Dr. ███: No problem, kiddo.
<End log>
It seems that Dr. ███ mannaged to show a sensitive side of SCP-XXX. We're trying to research about his origin. Loyd Arthur might be a key.