Will I am Not

Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in an airtight container measuring 3.5 x 3.5 x 10 meters. A reinforced observation window is required and must be at least 7 meters above the containers floor. The container is to be inspected on a weekly basis from outside and inside. SCP-XXXX is to be kept under video surveillance at all times and footage is to be checked for distortion once every hour. Unnecessary footage is to then be deleted.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a 3 meter tall humanoid. Its face is

SCP-XXXX requested a means of communication and was given an analog voice recorder that a researcher was discarding. The following audio files were made under surveillance and later transcribed.

<Begin Audio Log>

When one looks at me, they see a monster. Something to fear. Something to contain. I do not blame them. I understand.

I was born this way and I was abandoned by my mundane mother. I ended up in an orphanage for the Stranger children and there I stayed for several years. I think it got burned down for harboring witchcraft a few years after I left.

I do not age like most and I left fully grown after 3 years. But those three years will stay with me forever because they taught me the most valuable lesson that I can learn.

I am a monster.

I do not feel remorse over having been born this way, only envy of the mundane. They do not need to fear that people will hate them on sight, nor do they have to cope with the fact that they are simply not the same.

Yes, some people have anxiety that makes them fear others opinions. Yes, some people are different from those around them and feel alone.

But they have hope of overcoming that.

I'm rambling now, but I might as well give you some further insight into what I am.

You can clearly see me through the one way mirror that prevents me from simply teleporting away. My skin is grey and I appear to be permanently emaciated. I am stronger than the average human however and faster as well.

My head is smooth and instead of a face, I can imitate things like emoticons using its color changing ability that it does not share with the rest of my body.

My joints are not limited to fixed directions as you can see. Oh, I'm sorry, am I making you nauseous? I'll stop now.

I traveled for a long time. I spent a lot of time inside the Wanderers Library as well. I learned many things. I learned that I was not the only monster. But I did learn that people treated other monsters better.

A shame really.

Eventually I found out that I don't age, at the very least I don't age fast. When I first realized this I was overjoyed as most people would be. But.. then reality set in.

That was a few hundred years ago.

<End Audio Log>

SCP-XXXX was given the analog voice recorder once again, along with a list of questions researchers had written on a legal pad sheet.

<Begin Audio Log>

Thank you for giving back the voice recorder. It really gets quite boring in here. I see you have a few questions from last time. Let's see.

The rustling of paper can be heard.

No better place to start than the beginning I suppose. "When you were demonstrating the mobility of your joints you (presumably) asked the researcher watching you if they were becoming nauseous and stopped when they were. You are in a chamber with only 1 way mirrors present for researchers to watch through. How did you know the researcher was becoming nauseous?"

To be honest, I was only guessing. People do tend to get nauseous when I move my limbs strangely though. Next question.. "When talking you sounded like you were telling a story or speaking in poems. Is there a reason for that?"
Hm. Nothing in specific I suppose. Probably my years spent in the Library but it's just how I talk really.

Moving onto the next question, "We did not realize that you are sentient. Do you have a name?"

Yes it was quite rude of you not realizing that I'm.. well not a human being I suppose but it was rude of you not to realize that I'm a person.

No hard feeling though. You may call me Dante.

<End Audio Log>

<Begin Audio Log>

I thank you once again for returning the voice recorder. Maybe soon I could have a desk as well as pens and paper? Or perhaps be eventually released?

On the topic of my.. unfavorable circumstances. I was wondering why I was captured?

Of course you won't hear what I've said until you play the tape back, so I suppose I'll share my ramblings.
Do you ever wonder about blind people? Sight simply doesn't exist for them. They don't even see the black one sees when one closes their eyes. They dream in sounds and ideas. The funny thing is, I don't have real eyes, yet I can see just as well as I assume others do. I have 20/20 vision, and I can read, which is peculiar. I can hear, yet I don't have ears or any proof of an auditory system. I can speak without a throat, breath without lungs. If someone cut off my "airflow" I would suffocate just like any other person. How? Why?

If I could, I would give my sight so that the blind could see, my hearing so that the deaf can hear, so on so forth. I can't of course, but I feel guilty anyways. Here I am, in functionally the same situation as those people and yet I have the gifts of sight and hearing.

I do my best not to pay attention to it.

<End Audio Log>

Task Force Mission: Mobile Task Force Epsilon-13 was organized to retake Site-59. It specializes in urban warfare, reconnaissance, and remaining in hostile territory undetected, as well as capture and extermination of anomalous animals. It is primarily made up of members of MTFs Epsilon-9, Lambda-12, Nu-7, and Sigma-66. It is led under Operative Kaylum East, who asked for the role specifically.

After review, the O5 Council granted the request and gave him selection of four operatives, and five others would be selected. Interviews with operatives in Epsilon-13 were conducted shortly after the team was assembled.

+ Anna Morse

- Anna Morse

(Talks only when necessary)

<Begin Log>

Anna Morse is a 5'5" Caucasian woman, and weighs 74.8 kilograms. She came to the interview wearing a t-shirt, jeans, a leather jacket, and fingerless gloves. All of her clothing appears worn. Her hands and what's visible of her lower arms are bandaged. She appears to be annoyed by the fact that she has to be interviewed.

Director █████: Please state your name, age, and role in the FOundation for the record.

Morse: My name is Anna Morse. I am 27 years old and was previously a demolitions expert and combat engineer for Mobile Task Force Nu-7. I currently serve those same roles under Mobile Task Force Epsilon-13

█████: Your service under Operative East has not yet been given permission and is still under review.

Morse: It will be greenlighted.

█████: You seem very sure about that.

No response from Morse.

█████: Moving on then. You said you served as a demolitions expert and combat engineer. Can you explain what that entails, and what effect that you think that had on East's decision in requesting you as an operative?

Morse: As a demolitions expert, I know how to blow holes in walls, defuse bombs, and make bombs. As a combat engineer, I know how to build buildings, bridges, so on so forth. Combining the knowledge lets me know how to open a wall without bringing the building down. That will be useful when we go down into Site-59.

█████: A mission into Site-59 has not been confirmed.

Morse: You may refer to my statement on my service under East.

█████: Then you may refer to my responses. Did you know Kaylum East before he asked you to consider serving under him?

Morse: Yes.

█████ waits for her to elaborate.

█████: Alright. Please elaborate. What kind of relationship would you consider the one you have with East to be?

Morse: We are good friends. We respect each other.

█████: You are not romantically or sexually involved?

Morse: No.

█████: Alright. Thank you, you are free to go.

Morse leaves. █████ records a short summary of the interview on a voice recorder.

█████:[summary excised for sake of time], final observations: If Morse and East have any relations beyond being respected colleagues, it's that of friends. I think they can be trusted to watch each others backs well, but not to take outlandish risks for each others sake. Morse has my confirmation for Easts team, but that is subject to change depending on what may happen in the near future.

<End Log>

+ Troy Pitt

- Troy Pitt

(Loves talking, loves people,always happy. He wears his heart on his sleeve.)

<Begin Log>

Troy Pitt is a 6'4" Caucasian male, and weighs 64.4 kilograms. He came to the interview wearing a turnout coat and cargo pants. Parts of him appear to be smeared with soot. He appears to be in a cheerful mood.

Director █████: Please state your name, age, and role in the Foundation for the record.

Pitt: The name's Troy Pitt, I'm 24 years old, and I am a member of Mobile Task Force "Fire-Eaters".

█████: Please state the official designation of your task force.

Pitt: You're really going to be a stickler about ths?

Momentary silence

Pitt: Alright, fine. I am a member of Mobile Task Force Epsilon-9. Happy?

█████: Moving on, do you have expertise in an area most Task Force members have either little to no experience in?

Pitt: I work with flamethrowers and fire bombs. Or if you want to be technical about it, my 'expertise is in incendiary weaponry'.(The last part is said in a tone that is clearly meant to mock Director █████)

█████: As evident, your record of infractions is clearly deserved.

Pitt: Working outside of the Foundations mold is my specialty, what can I say?

█████: You said you are an incendiary weapons expert. Can you please explain what that entails, and what effect that may have had on Easts decision in requesting you as an operative?

Pitt sits up at this point.

Pitt: Alright. So here's the interesting part of my job. Incendiary weapons aren't just flame throwers and such. They can also be tools. When you get the oxyacetylene flowing, or the thermite lit, ohoho, the rush you get. When I use fire, I'm using it to cut through cement and steel. Cover? Gone. In a flash, usually literally. That's when the fun begins. While I don't usually get to—

█████: The point, if you may.

Pitt: Alright, alright. Basically what I'm saying is that first: the fire I use isn't just your normal campfire. I use stuff that can cut through steel. Second: fire is the enemy of anything that isn't human. Those two things are going to be hella useful down in Site-59, because—

█████: A mission into Site-59 has not been greenlit.

Pitt: It hasn't? Huh. Well, it'll get greenlit I can tell you that. In fact, Ann and me have been working together to make this bomb—

█████: Ann?

Pitt: Yeah, you know her, Anna Morse, the door-making queen of the Nu-7 squad. Hasn't been on the scene long but's still—

█████: How well do you know Morse?

Pitt: Oh, we go back a ways. We haven't known each other too long, but it's been, God, that long already? It's been about 2, 3 years. Why?

█████: Describe your relationship please.

Pitt: You're kinda weirding me out here, but alright. We're solid friends, I'm usually the one doing the talking, she sits and listens. She doesn't really need to say anything, we're such good friends that I can tell her opinion of something just by looking at her, even if she doesn't really do anything. Or maybe that's just her, she kinda gives off that vibe to everyone. But yeah, she doesn't mind me talking a bunch, our jobs are fairly similar, so we collaborate on devices every now and then. Her and me, we're like 2 sides of the coin, super different, but still the same—

█████: Dear god, do you ever make a point with the minimum number of words?!

Pitt goes silent.

Pitt: Alright, my bad. Any more questions?

█████: Yes. Did you know Kaylum East before he asked you to consider serving under him?

Pitt: Yep. We're friends, we go back almost as far as Ann and I.

//█████ waits for a second, seemingly expecting Pitt to go on further.

█████: …Alright. Do you have a romantic or sexual relationship with East?

Pitt: Kaylum? Nah. Not my type.

█████: Do you know who East has asked to be part of his proposed MTF Epsilon-13?

Pitt: No one other than Ann apparently.

█████: Good. You're free to go.

Pitt leaves. █████ records a short summary of the interview on a voice recorder.

█████: [Summary excised] Final observations: Pitt seems a little less emotionally stable than most, but held his composure stupendously. He seems capable, and already works well with a proposed member of Epsilon-19. Pitt has my confirmation for Easts team.

<End Log>

+ Andy Knott

- Andy Kott

(Doesn't mind talking, but he can be very serious, and usually cuts to the point.)

<Begin Log>

Andy Knott is a very imposing man. He stands at 6'7" and weighs 109.3 kilograms. He is of Scottish heritage and very muscular. He wears a flannel shirt and jeans, along with a tweed flat cap over his shaved head. Flames dance on the skin of his hands, licking his wrists. You can tell they are just tattoos, but realistic, moving ones.

Director █████ keeps glancing at the fire tattoos, which are easily visible because Knott has his hands clasped together on the table, but █████ looks like doesn't want to be caught looking.

Director █████: Please state your name, age, and role in the Foundation for the record.

**Knott: ** (Transcribed from a light Scottish accent)My name is Andy Knott. I am 34 years old. I am a field medic for MTF Sigma-66.

█████: Sigma-66?

Knott nods. Director █████ writes down something on their clipboard

█████: What Group of Interest were you originally a part of?

Knott: My file claims that I was part of the Chaos Insurgency. That is false. I was simply a temporary associate.

█████: Please explain what you mean by that.

Knott: I worked for them voluntarily for a large sum of money, most of which I never got thanks to you assholes.

█████: I… I see. Moving on then. You said you are a field medic. Can you please explain what that entails, and what effect that may have had on Easts decision in requesting you as an operative?

Knott: I am a medical doctor. I am also ex-military. Using both skill sets together allows me to be an effective combatant and to heal my teammates in the field.

█████ once again looks at Knotts tattoos.

Knott: You know, if you looked in my file you would fine much better documentation on my tattoos than what you'll learn by looking at them.

█████: When coming to interviews, I prefer not to look into subjects files so that decisions aren't made before hand due to incomplete information and prejudices.

Knott: For someone who prefers a lack of bias, you sure wrote shit down quickly when I told you I am a part of Sigma-66.

█████'s face reddens.

█████: Moving on. Tell me about your tattoos. Why would they have documentation in your file?

Knott: My tattoos are 'anart' as the Foundation likes to call it. The more emotional I am, the further the flames cover me. They don't hurt or feel unpleasant, neither do they feel good. they are simply there, and I can tell where they are.

█████: I see. Is there a specific reason you got those tattoos?

Knott: These tattoos are a reminder.

█████: Of what?

Knott just stays silent. The fire grows to his lower arms.

█████: ..Right. Tell me about your time as a soldier.

Knott hesitates. The fire jumps up further to just above his elbows. █████ looks like he might change subjects but Knott speaks.

Knott: I joined the military at 18 and served for several years. Because of my connection in the "anomalous" Community, I was recruited into the Special Alternate Service, the UK equivalent to your Unusual Incidents Unit. I got the fire tattoos after—

Knott's fire tattoos appear to raise further along his arms.

Knott: After I left the service. My Potential must've been changed by the tattoo, because next thing I know I'm a fucking wizard. I got more tattoos to match, too remind me not to rely on magic or to not over reach.

█████ pales slightly when he learns Knott is anomalous.

█████: More tattoos?

Knott opens one of his hands palm up and an orb of light manifests itself. Tattooed chains appear from the flames, snaking up Knotts arms. █████ jumps out of his chair at this point.

█████: Stop! Stop right this instant!

Knott closes his hand around the light. The chains slowly draw back into the flames.

Knott: It's simple magic. I'm surprised that as a director you aren't more acquainted with the Other Community.

█████ attempts to regain his composure, fixing his tie.

█████: You mean the anomalous community. I am not acquainted with anomalous activity because it's my job to lock it up and throw away the key. If you continue to show anomalous activity, I will have you Contained.

Knott: You are scared. A man like you should be. Let's finish this interview.

█████ sits back down. Knott leans forward, somehow becoming more intimidating. █████ shrinks back a bit.

█████: My thoughts exactly. Did you know Kaylum East before he asked you to consider serving under him?

Knott: I did not.

█████: Alright, you are free to go.

Knott gets up and leaves. █████ records a short summary of the interview on a voice recorder.

█████: [Summary excised] Final observations: Andy Knott is a brute and a thug. He is quick to intimidate and exhibit anomalous behaviour. Andy Knott does not have my confirmation for Easts team.

<End Log>

Notes: After reviewing of interview logs, the O5 Council has reprimanded Director █████ and approved Knott's placement on Kaylum East's team.

Site 59 (Armed Storage and Containment Site-59

Site 59 is located in Consequences, Washington and was established in 1959. It was constructed in a mine with help and donations from the GOC under the Caleb Treaty. The Site is unique for its way of containing specimens, with individual specimens contained in containers that are able to be transported via rail system, and the fact that it was constructed with outside help.

While the rail system isn't necessary, it makes movement of specimens easy and safe, as well as making it easier to manage containment breaches.

Site 59 was ordered to be abandoned by all personal on October 15th, 1962 at 23:39 after a containment breach at approximately 23:12. The breach was caused by an infiltrator releasing all specimens at once. Whether the saboteur was from the GOC or a sleeper agent inside the Foundation is unknown. Ties with the GOC are currently severed.

Recovering Site 59

Site 59 was sealed on October 28th, 1962 and left until 20██ when MTF Epsilon-13 was assemble with the task of retaking the facility. After multiple recon missions into the Site, a base camp has benn established just inside the Entrance. The unique tunnels, ventilation systems, and rail systems give anomalous entities many routes for use in both escape and attack.

While the long term goal is to recapture and contain all anomalies in Site 59, the Site will be decommissioned and demolished once salvaged of anything useful to the Foundation. Its structures are old and dilapidated. The mine may be used for a future Site, but plans have not yet been confirmed for such action.

General Information

Purpose: Site-59 is a secondary research, storage, and containment site built as a symbol of trust between the GOC and the Foundation under the Caleb Treaty. The site was staffed by both GOC members and Foundation employees. Its long term purpose was for storage of anomalous items that would require little/no research or mundane research.

Founded: 31 October 1959

Location: Consequences, Washington, United States of America

Cover Story: Software Development Company

Site Function: Research, Containment, Storage

Size: 2.4km²

Facilities

Above Ground Facilities: The building built for the cover story serves as a vehicle garage and administrative spaces. The perimeter is guarded with chain link fence topped with barbed wire. There are also motion sensors alerting on-site security of anyone bypassing the guard booth at the gate.

Sub-level One: A relatively small floor consisting of a few more administrative offices, a back-up substation, and the site's mainframe. From this floor you can monitor the sites secure internal network, the ventilation systems, the electricity systems, the containment systems, so on and so forth. There is only one Railsystem docking station on this floor.

Sub-level Two: This floor is where most testing and research occurred. The Railsystem has many docking stations here

Dr. Lights Log of Anomalous Items
During a routine inspection of anomalous items that had been sent to permanent storage, Item 25 from Dr. Lights log(henceforth designated as Item Prime) was found to have been altered. As stated in Dr. Light's log, all instances of the item are able to be altered by any one copy, however, alterations can only be made under dates that have not yet come.

The date of the inspection was ██/██/2020, nearly a decade after the items were deemed to be of no more use and put into permanent storage. The dates of Item Prime have been altered to read "3009-3010", the alteration appearing to have been made with white-out and pen.

Item Prime was taken out of permanent storage and placed under 24/7 surveillance. 2 days, 7 hours, 37 minutes and 46 seconds after Item Prime was put under surveillance, all previous inscriptions were erased using white-out.

At ██:██, ███████ █st, the inscription "I assume that I have your attention now? Fantastic. I'll be with you shortly." was written under September 1st in pencil lead. A few minutes later, more was inscribed underneath September 1st, reading as follows.

Item Prime Message 2

"Hello! I really do wish that I could send you something along the lines of a voice recording, you know, for the dramatic effect, but alas, that would simply be too much information about me that I would just give away!

"Before I continue, I feel I should give you my name, however that too would be too much information. So, for now, you may call me Boreas.

"Now that you know what to call me, we may continue! Now, the Foundation is a tricky plaything. You have to have something that they want, and you have to be enough of a danger with it that they'll pay attention.

"But you can't be too dangerous, no no no. If you're too careless, the Foundation will get your fingers. Playing with the Foundation, you see, is like playing tag with a knife. You don't want the game to be too easy, otherwise, what's the point! But if you let the person with a knife get too close, it is going to hurt a lot.

"But I'm too bored of normal tag. So it's time to play with knives. I've already shown that I have enough knowledge about the Foundation to be a threat, but I know much more than just what the Foundation is, yep yep. I'm not going to show all of my cards yet, so I suppose you'll just have to wait and see what I have and what I know. I'll let you know when the game's begun. Good luck!"