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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: All direct contact with SCP-XXXX is handled by and at the discretion of Senior Researcher Jones. SCP-XXXX is currently held in a modified humanoid containment chamber fitted with several amenities at the request of Senior Researcher Jones.
In the event that Senior Researcher Jones dies or is otherwise rendered incapable of performing her role in the containment of SCP-XXXX, a D-Class considered to be low-risk is to take over her duties until an appropriate replacement researcher can be assigned.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a nine year old human child, James Brown, born on 01/11/16. Its body is heavily scarred, most noticeably around the face and its left eye, which has been fully blinded due to a slashing wound. SCP-XXXX demonstrates abnormally high emotional intelligence and is able to accurately read the emotions of those in its direct proximity when those emotions are directed at SCP-XXXX itself.
Due to a set of currently unknown factors, some individuals gradually lose their ability to perceive SCP-XXXX. This process is currently thought to be triggered based on a set of unknown conditions.1 Once an individual becomes fully unable to perceive SCP-XXXX, they will forget all details of its existence. Reintroducing the fact of SCP-XXXX's existence to effected individuals momentarily allows them to acknowledge it, but has failed to restore any sensory ability to detect SCP-XXXX. SCP-XXXX is unable to manipulate this process at will. Amnestic and mnestic treatments have proved ineffective at reversing or slowing this process.
Interviewer: Senior Researcher Jones
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Foreword: This interview was conducted on 14/05/24, shortly after SCP-XXXX's initial containment. Senior Researcher Jones was not permitted to question SCP-XXXX about its anomalous properties or any other sensitive issues in this interview unless directly offered.2
Begin Log.
…
Jones: So XXXX-
SCP-XXXX: XXXX? Is that my new name?
Jones: Oh, my apologies. Would you prefer if I used your normal name, James?
SCP-XXXX: Yes please. XXXX just sounds weird.
Jones: Yes I suppose it does. Doesn't it?
Jones appears to drift off in thought, as SCP-XXXX stares intently at her.
SCP-XXXX: Miss, your necklace.
SCP-XXXX points at the amethyst pendant Jones is wearing.
SCP-XXXX: It's really pretty.
Jones: Thank you very much. I made it myself.
SCP-XXXX: Wow! You must be really famous if you can make something this cool!
Jones: No, I'm not. Really. I'm nothing special.
SCP-XXXX: That's not true. You're the first person who talked to me since I came here. That makes you really special.
Jones: I suppose you're not wrong about that.
SCP-XXXX: Oh. And-and-and you don't feel sorry for me or anything.
Jones: Is that so special?
SCP-XXXX: (nods) It's really rare that people don't just look at me and feel bad. You're really special, Miss.
Jones: I see. Well thank you for thinking so highly of me. (pauses) About people feeling bad when they see you. Does that upset you?
SCP-XXXX nods.
Jones: Yeah, I get that. It sucks to have everyone feeling sorry for you. It's like… I don't know. They just don't really see you; they only see someone they feel sorry for.
SCP-XXXX: Mhmm. I think that no one should feel sad when they look at me, otherwise no one can be happy and play with me.
Jones smiles.
Jones: Well, I'm afraid I can't play with you James, but I can promise I won't be any sadder when you're around. Ok?
SCP-XXXX: Okay, Miss. I promise I'll be good so that I don't make everyone sad.
Jones: (mutters) Oh, if only it were that easy.
SCP-XXXX: What?
Jones: Sorry. It's nothing.
SCP-XXXX: You're weird, Miss.
Jones: (chuckles) Yeah. I get that a lot.
SCP-XXXX: Will more people come play with me soon?
Jones: Probably not too soon, but I'll come back to talk to you tomorrow and ask you a few questions. Ok?
SCP-XXXX: Can we play just a little bit after we talk? I know you said we couldn't, but come on. Just a little bit. Please?
Jones: Well, maybe if you're good.
SCP-XXXX: Ok!
Jones: Then, I'll see you tomorrow.
…
End Log.
Interviewer: Senior Researcher Jones
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Foreword: This interview was conducted as a follow-up to SCP-XXXX's first interview on 14/05/24. Given SCP-XXXX's generally positive mental state during the first interview, Senior Researcher Jones was permitted to begin questioning it about its anomalous properties.
Begin Log.
…
Jones walks into SCP-XXXX's cell and sits down next to it. It is playing with the plastic cutlery that was provided with it's most recent meal.
Jones: Hello again James.
SCP-XXXX: Hi Miss.
SCP-XXXX mimics the sound of an aeroplane whilst waving around it's cutlery.
Jones: I see you've found a way to have fun already.
SCP-XXXX: Look. It's an aeroplane!
SCP-XXXX continues to play with it's cutlery. Jones waits for a few minutes before clearing her throat to attract SCP-XXXX's attention.
Jones: James I did come all this way to talk to you. Would you mind landing the aircraft a second so we can have a chat?
SCP-XXXX lowers the cutlery and briefly slides it along the ground before leaving it.
SCP-XXXX: Okay, Miss. I'm all done now. What did you want to talk about?
Jones: I wanted to ask you a bit about how you got here.
SCP-XXXX: Umm… The people at the orphanage started ignoring me for some reason, so I started to get in some trouble. The police had a big argument with the adults and then the men in suits came and took me here.
Jones: I see. Do you have any idea why the other people started ignoring you?
SCP-XXXX: I think it might have been because of the family I scared away. They seemed really nice, but they were really awkward around me. I think they got a little scared of my face.
Jones: I can't blame them. Just look at that devilish smile!
Jones pinches SCP-XXXX's cheeks as they both laugh.
PA System: Jones, this is a reminder that you are currently on the clock and this is a formal interview with the anomaly. Please refrain from unnecessary contact and small talk.
Jones: Alright. Alright. You could at least let me and the kid have some fun. (mutters) Frickin' buzzkill.
Jones briefly glares at the camera in SCP-XXXX's cell before resuming conversation.
Jones: Well, you heard the man. I guess we gotta do this the boring way.
SCP-XXXX: No fair! I thought we were gonna get to play!
Jones: I'm really sorry James. I'll definitely make it up to you. How about this? I'm sure this room is a bit boring for you. How about I help you redecorate? I can bring a toy or two with me next time too. So, could you please forgive me this one time?
SCP-XXXX: (pouting) Mmmm… Ok, I guess. I wanted to play now, but if it's not your fault I can't be mad at you. But next time promise you can play with me!
Jones: Ok. I pro-
PA System: Don't make promises you can't keep Jones.
Jones: Oh, come on! You can't just let me play with the kid for a while?
PA System: Sorry, it's not my call. The higher-ups have been really cracking down on us whenever we don't follow standard procedure what with the incident at Site-11 last month.
SCP-XXXX: Does that mean I won't get to play with you, Miss?
Jones: No way! Don't worry about that wet blanket. I can deal with him later.
Some background noise is picked up through the PA System.
SCP-XXXX: So we'll get to play soon?
Jones: 100%.
SCP-XXXX: Great. I'm gonna make sure you stick to that.
Jones: Don't worry about that. Just start thinking of ideas for what you wanna do when we play together next time. Should I bring Monopoly? Hmmm… I'll think of something good unless you know what you want to play?
SCP-XXXX shrugs.
Jones: It's fine then. I'll think of something. In any case, was it everyone who ignored you? Or just a couple people who were mad at you?
SCP-XXXX: The only person who didn't ignore me was Thomas. He used to hit me, but when everyone started ignoring me he got worried. I think they let him in on it after that though, because he started doing it too.
Jones: I see. So was that around the time the police got involved?
SCP-XXXX: (nods) The police came I think a day after Thomas got in on the prank.
Jones: Ok. That's all good then. I think I'm beginning to understand what happened.
SCP-XXXX: Does that mean I'll be going back to the orphanage soon?
Jones: No, I don't think so. It's not good for people to be playing such a mean-spirited prank on you. I don't think we can really send you back, so you'll be staying here for the foreseeable future.
PA System: Jones, the Site Director says they want to see you in their office, now.
Jones: Really? Oh for- Alright, James I think that means we'll have to finish here for today, but I'll definitely keep my promise to you. Don't worry. Next time, I swear we'll get to play together.
SCP-XXXX seems upset, but remains quiet.
Jones: Awww… Come on, now. Don't give me that look. I even swore I'd play with you next time. Ok, look. Pinky promise.
Jones kneels down to face SCP-XXXX and extends out her pinky finger. SCP-XXXX does the same and the two lock pinkies before moving their hands up and down, as in a handshake.
Jones: Cross my heart. Hope to die.
SCP-XXXX: Now if you don't keep your promise you have to stick a needle in your eye.
Jones: I guess I had better keep that promise then, huh?
PA System: Jones, the Site Director is waiting on you. Terminate this interview at once.
Jones walks to the door of SCP-XXXX's cell and briefly turns around to wave at it before leaving.
…
End Log.
Afterword: For her breach of conduct during this interview with SCP-XXXX, Senior Researcher Jones was initially issued a formal warning and was put under probation for three weeks. However, at the recommendation of the Site psychiatrist, who observed that SCP-XXXX's mental state was improving as a result of Jones' actions, her punishment was withdrawn and she was permitted to continue her friendly advances towards it.
Interviewer: Senior Researcher Jones
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Foreword: This interview was conducted shortly after SCP-XXXX's cell was refurbished at the request of Senior Researcher Jones.
Begin Log.
…
Jones enters SCP-XXXX's room holding a wrapped present. She sits down next to SCP-XXXX, which is playing with a model car given to it by Jones during a previous interview. She fidgets momentarily, before clearing her throat to attract SCP-XXXX's attention.
SCP-XXXX: Oh. Hi again, Miss. You're early today.
Jones: Well, I thought I should bring you something to celebrate the redecoration. This room feels much more you, now. Doesn't it?
SCP-XXXX: Yeah I didn't like the old room. It was so boring I felt like I was going to die.
Jones: Well, you don't need to worry now. I'll make sure you don't get bored and can have all the fun you want!
SCP-XXXX: Can I see what you got me?Jones: Of course. Here.
Jones hands SCP-XXXX the present and it quickly tears open the wrapping paper. Inside the paper is a jewellery box containing a handmade topaz pendant, matching the amethyst pendant Jones is wearing.
SCP-XXXX: It's a pendant just like yours! But why is the stone different?
Jones: That's your birthstone, topaz. This one is mine, amethyst. So we have matching pendants of our birthstones. I thought I'd use your birthstone instead of just using amethyst, since that's why I used amethyst for mine in the first place.
SCP-XXXX: Thank you so much! I'll treasure it forever and ever!
SCP-XXXX takes the pendant out of the box and hands it to Jones.
SCP-XXXX: Put it on me! Put it on me!
Jones takes the pendant and hooks it around SCP-XXXX's neck.
SCP-XXXX: How does it look?
Jones: It just might look better on you than it does on me.
SCP-XXXX hugs Jones. Guards situated outside of SCP-XXXX's chambers began moving to intervene before Jones signalled them to stand down.
Jones: So, James, do you want to talk like we normally do? Or would you rather we do something else?
SCP-XXXX: Talk! I like talking to you.
SCP-XXXX lets go of Jones and sits down on the floor of the room.
Jones: So, what do you want to talk about?
SCP-XXXX: Hmmm… We've already talked a lot about me. Tell me about you.
Jones: Well, there's not much to talk about. I'm not very interesting compared to you.
SCP-XXXX: I'm sure that's not true, Miss. Just tell me a story about you. Please?
Jones: Well, let's see… I could tell you about how I got this job. That's probably the most interesting thing I can-
Jones stops as the lights cut out due to a power failure. The cell door slams shut and locks itself. The recording of the interview also briefly cuts out before the backup power starts. Jones is holding SCP-XXXX when the recording restarts.
SCP-XXXX: What happened? Why did the lights go out?
Jones: Something bad happened somewhere else in the building. We'll have to stay put here for a bit.
Jones signals the guards outside the cell.
Jones: You guys need to get out of here to stay safe. We'll be fine in here. Go help with the re-containment effort.
The guards nod and leave the area.
Jones: Sorry about this. We'll probably be stuck like this for a while, but we should be fine just staying put.
SCP-XXXX: So, does that mean we can keep on talking?
Jones: Sure. That'd be a way to pass the time at least.
PA System: ALERT: A containment breach has occurred in the Keter-wing. All containment cells have been locked until the Site is secured. Please evacuate to a safe location as dispatched Mobile Task Forces work to re-contain the escaped anomalies.
SCP-XXXX: What does "keter" mean?
Jones: It's what we call a containment class. Basically if something is very difficult to keep from escaping, it's "keter".
SCP-XXXX: So, if I could teleport, would I be "keter"?
Jones: It depends where you could teleport, but you probably would be if you could teleport anywhere.
SCP-XXXX: Is it dangerous?
Jones: What do you mean?
SCP-XXXX: Is a keter dangerous?
Jones: A lot of them are. Definitely most of the ones on this site are.
SCP-XXXX shows signs of becoming distressed.
SCP-XXXX: Then why did the guards leave if it's dangerous? What if we get hurt?
Jones: It's fine James. This is actually about the safest place we could be. We're in a secure containment cell and we're on the opposite side of the site to the breach. I promise you we'll be fine.
Distant gunfire can be heard. SCP-XXXX is now visibly distressed and starts trembling.
Jones: It's ok, James. It's ok. Everything's fine. We'll be alright. I promise.
SCP-XXXX: (quietly) Miss, I'm scared.
Jones: You poor thing. I'll protect you. Don't worry. Just trust me. Ok?
SCP-XXXX nods and hugs Jones tighter.
Jones: There, there. You're gonna be alright.
Jones pats SCP-XXXX's head and holds it closely.
Jones: You want me to tell you that story then? It might take your mind off the scary stuff.
SCP-XXXX nods.
[CONVERSATION REDACTED FOR INFORMATIONAL SECURITY PURPOSES]
Jones: So that's about it. (pauses) Sorry. Now that I've said it all aloud, that story isn't actually very fun. I guess my life just isn't quite as interesting as yours, James.
SCP-XXXX: That's not true Miss. Your story was really cool! Especially when the people you work for showed up. That was really exciting!
Jones: Yeah, that's something you can never fault us for, I guess. The Foundation always keep things interesting, one way or another. (pauses) Say, do you want to play a game now? I think it'll still be a while before anyone else gets here, so we've probably got some more time to kill.
SCP-XXXX: Ok. What can we play?
Jones: Well, we have a couple games here that we've played before,3 but there's also some new stuff too.
Jones looks through a small pile of board games stacked in the corner of SCP-XXXX's room for a short period, before picking out a game.
Jones: Want to play Pictionary?
SCP-XXXX: Sure!
Jones: Do you know how to play this one?
SCP-XXXX: We draw pictures and try to guess what the other person is drawing. I'm not very good at drawing though…
Jones: That's where the fun comes from! Also, I'm not good at drawing either, so we're pretty much on a level playing field.
The two go on to play Pictionary for just over 40 minutes before members of MTF-Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") arrive at the cell.Nu-7 Operative: We've got a researcher locked in with an anomaly here! Someone get this door open now!
Nu-7 members unlock and open the door before moving inside and separating Jones and SCP-XXXX. Once separated from Jones, SCP-XXXX begins to cry.
Jones: What are you doing? Stop! You're scaring the kid!Nu-7 Operative: Keep away from the anomaly. We'll subdue it momentarily.
Jones: (struggling against the Nu-7 operatives) Stand down you morons! He's not dangerous!
SCP-XXXX is held to the ground by three operatives, one of whom moves to cuff it to the wall. Before Nu-7 operatives can restrain SCP-XXXX, Jones pushes past the operatives who separated her from it and attempts to pull the others off of it.
Nu-7 Operative:
…
End Log.
They say that everyone has to stop dreaming at some point. Kids give up on becoming presidents, or princesses or astronauts or whatever it was. Adults give up on relationships that just won't work out. Society gives up on ideas that just don't take hold.
All dreams end at some point. Well, maybe that's a good thing. After all, that goes for nightmares too. That's something that I've always believed. It's how I coped with being here at the Foundation. This nightmare has to end at some point. And until it does, we will brave it out. It'll all be worth it when we wake up. That's what I've always told myself.
I'm of the opinion that reality is something of a dream itself. There's no apparent reasons for what's going on, but there's always some loose theme connecting everything. That's no different in reality than in a dream. So, I believed and I hoped, that just like our dreams, just like our nightmares, everything would get better.
And history is on my side here. Through every war, through every famine and through every catastrophe; things got better. Just like how every nightmare paves the way for a serene calm, every disaster has paved the way for a new form of prosperity.
And time and time again, I woke up from my dreams. And from my nightmares.
So I know knew that dream or reality, it's going to get better.
But that was delusional.
This nightmare of the Foundation won't end.
This reality is here to stay.
I can't wake up.
It's 10:27 PM and I'm really damn tired.
My eyelids won't stay open. They aren't even heavy; god I hate that cliché. They just don't stay open.
I collapse on top of my bed, starfished out from corner to corner.
I close my eyes.
I open them again.
I close them. I open them.
Close. Open. Close. Open.
At some point I lose track of if my eyes are open or closed. And at that point, I lose consciousness.
Everything becomes unclear. Everything becomes foggy.
Suddenly, I snap back into consciousness.
I'm driving? But that doesn't make sense; I can't drive.
I'm dreaming.
Wake up.
I'm at school? But that doesn't make sense; I graduated over a decade ago.
I'm dreaming.
Wake up.
I'm in a hospital? But that doesn't make sense; I'm not a doctor.
I'm dreaming?
But this one is different. Who's this I'm with?
I look down at the person lying unconscious in the bed.
It's me.
I'm dreaming. I must be.
Wake up.
I'm still here.
I'm still watching over my body.
I take a closer look.
It's not my body.
It's someone else's.
They're waking up.
They're looking right at me.
They open their mouth.
They begin to speak; I can't hear them.
They scream at me; I can't hear them.
Someone's behind me.
A doctor walks through me.
The doctor speaks to the person who sees me.
They calm down.
The doctor leaves.
But the patient, now sitting on the bed, looks straight at me still.
They open their mouth again.
"Don't go."
I open my mouth to reply.
No sound comes out.
They frown at me.
"What's wrong?"
I try to speak again.
Nothing.
Why am I still here?
They're still talking to me.
"Just stay with me. Please."
I still can't speak.
Why am I not awake?
"Please…"
I open my mouth yet again.
I speak.
"Who are you?"
"Someone who needs you."
The patient smiles at me.
I snap awake.
It's 8:03 AM and I'm really damn tired.
Info Re: D-3247 (15/04/25)
To test theories regarding the psychological effects of exposure to certain anomalies, D-3247 was instructed to get some rest and report on their dreams as part of a test on a fictitious dream-based anomaly. D-3247 was chosen as the subject of these tests due to their record of poor mental health and suicidal tendencies. Whilst they were sleeping, D-3247's cell was refitted with several previously confiscated items, including a set of curtains, a razor and a pocket knife.
D-3247 ignored these items after waking up and documented their dream as instructed.
Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Ticonderoga4
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is effectively self-containing. SCP-XXXX's effects are currently recognised as a common type of phenomenon by the general population, however are credited to many sources; these include random brain activity, various gods, spirits and magic.
Testing on SCP-XXXX has currently been halted due to concerns over potential long term side-effects as well as ethical concerns regarding any potential failures to resuscitate a subject.
No efforts are being made to circumvent any SCP-XXXX events as they are an invariably positive influence.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a type of phenomenon which occurs just before the brain deaths of approximately 70% of the population, wherein they will experience what the public refers to as an 'afterlife'. SCP-XXXX's anomalous aspect is most evident in the final 2-3 seconds before death, during which the subject's brain becomes surrounded by an unknown form of energy. During this time, brain activity becomes highly accelerated, particularly within the hippocampus and prefrontal cortex. Leading theories speculate that this corresponds to the nature of the content of SCP-XXXX events.
Throughout previous tests on SCP-XXXX, subjects exhibited a pronounced reduction in the activity of their pain receptors during the SCP-XXXX event. Additionally, brain activity in areas associated with stress, such as the amygdala, decreases dramatically after the SCP-XXXX event. During testing, no prior markers were found indicating the likelihood of an SCP-XXXX event's occurrence. However, anecdotal evidence suggests that subjects who exhibited excellent mental health and emotional wellbeing were less prone to undergoing an SCP-XXXX event.
SCP-XXXX events usually constitute a "reliving" of the subject's life, followed by reconciliations with friends and family and amendments to any outstanding concerns they had upon death. Subjects who underwent an SCP-XXXX event have shown higher productivity and generally better mental health than they did prior. In particular, D-Class personnel proved to be much more docile after their events, with some examples also demonstrating great remorse for their crimes.
Subjects always emerge from SCP-XXXX events in a state of ease before passing away.
Log XXXX-A
Foreword: D-8926 was unintentionally subjected to an SCP-XXXX event when a series of technical faults resulted in a near-death experience during a test on an unrelated anomaly. D-8926 was clinically brain dead for 2 minutes before being resuscitated. Notably,5 shortly after D-8926 was resuscitated, they began to weep. The following extract was taken from D-8926's journal.
I think I died yesterday.
And weirdly, it wasn't all that bad. It was actually really freeing. I guess that must be why they call it "the sweet release of death". It's not like I want to die. I just don't think it'd be that bad anymore. In any case I guess I should record what actually happened for posterity.
I'm told I was brain dead for 2 minutes but man I just can't believe that. I swear I must have relived my entire life and then-some during that whole ordeal. The thing about what happened though is that it was so… pleasant. It wasn't like a whole blow sunshine up your ass kinda thing, but it was just quietly nice. I'm not sure but I think maybe it had to do with what happened after I "caught up". Is that the way to put it? Aww hell, it doesn't really matter anyway.
So after I did everything again I… well, I don't really know how to describe it. There was just… every person I had ever wronged was there. Every mistake I ever made was there. And every loved one I ever lost was there.
And that was it.
No "It's ok" or "You did nothing wrong" or "You're forgiven" or anything.
They were just… there.
But it was enough.
And I just knew that it was enough.
Something to do with the phrase "If you stare into the void long enough, the void stares back"
Something or other, cave that changes, something or other.
Tale about a disenfranchised Ethics Committee member.
A bunch of shit about dreams. Definitely at least an SCP that fucks with dreams vs reality.
I wouldn't mind giving an immortal being a stab.
Doing a kid with some weird (minor) powers might be cool too
Kinda want to do something not serious for once idk what.
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