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Chapter One ; Meridians of a World 

May 8th, 2015, around 9:30 PM; Eponna Meridiana Wojciechowskis 18th Birthday, 1st day of 1 year time period of Containment Monitoring Parole obliged by charter, international & treaty law 

SCP Foundation Grumman G-1159 Gulfstream II Charterplane, Nevada Airspace, USA

“I’ve said it already multiple times today yet I forgive you. This was all of the declassification I could ever have hoped for und more. Truth matters.” 

With that being said, Eponna Meridiana Wojciechowski - once SCP 166 for 6 years - patted at Dr. Altros Hercs Clefs shoulder, the born Francis Wojciechowski. He let out a long und low breath, staring downwards at Hawiian shirt, black suspenders, grey waistcoat & black vest, dark blue pants und dark violet boots. Looked up at his second daughter with a gravely innocent expression, mouth not quite set in a pout with the entirety of his seriousness. They both had shaved ears, the same haircut - “SCP 166” had been imitating his mid length quiff hawk for 6 years, now. 2009 to now, 2015.  

Her in the outfit he’d provided earlier today as a birthday gift before they’d also had ‘’heir’’ hooves returned to feet & antlers she’d had for six years insorbed back into her skull. Both features something she could grow back out whenever she wanted, as well. For now? 

Violet Dress Shirt, Brown Belt & Black Suspenders, a Grey Waistcoat to match his und Cobalt Dress Pants. She’d already rolled up the dress shirts sleeves & the pants legs to let the white long socks & short socks show in between cloth & boots.  

“Clef” had warned Eponna Meridiana that if angered or fearful, those antlers or hooves may return - she guessed almost accidentally or automatically, if she was threatened. Here on a plane with her father, she wasn’t worried. 

“The table with all the different snuff & tobacco products - none of that plant matter is accelerating with growth. None of the bags, bottles or products are rotting. The plane isn’t either, obviously. Or we’d both be screaming. My anomaly may as well be gone. It’s in my control. Literally, metaphorically, pragmatically, practically, ontokinetically. Und so on. I can grow out my third eye, too. Like you or Mom or Meridiana Eponine or any other Reality Bender. I couldn’t do that before. DAD. They could shave “my” antlers down but it’s been 6 years since I’ve been able to wear boots! Thank you?!”

“Happy 18th Birthday, again. I’m sorry about the jokes & snipes about your Mother throughout our conversation so far, starlight.”

“Starlight! It’s fine. There’ve been multiple times in this conversation where we’ve willingly had you projecting feelings about her unto or at me und multiple times I’ve projected feelings about authority or life unto you. Fairly or unfairly or something like that.” 

Altros was smiling und turned, looking down at his seat as he pushed himself up from it with his hands. 

“I think it’s only fair as your father with the position I have in the Foundation und or as their sometimes Tiebreaking 13th Overseer-5 Councilmember to let you know what “SCP 001” really is. There are Proposals by multiple staff members as to what’s important enough to hold that place is all I’ll say, now. 2000 & 3000, as well. Perhaps 1st, though. As the Dpt. Head of Training & Development with a Lvl. 4 Security Access who's going to be your CMP Officer for a year, my 2nd daughter? I am obliged to inform you that whether or not you take employment with the SCP Foundation - as someone whose anomaly was simple enough to have you eligible to be legally being released from their care & containment? You have a non disclosure form, trade secrecy form, Agreement & Consent forms with SCP F’s Containment Monitoring Parole Board & the Foundation itselfs own A & C forms, a liability form, a confidentiality form, acknowledgement of release form - a term you may have heard before - und I have paperwork from the Secure Containment Procedures Foundations Ethics Committee as well as attaches from Deer College, Medician Academy of Occult Art, Goldbaker-Reinz Ltd., Horizon Initiative, Manna Charitable Foundation, Valravn Corporation und Wilson's Wildlife Solutions for you.” 

“That sounds more then fair to me. Plus, I did say if we smoke together - which we not only did for my 18th, it was to help me will my anomaly into control und I get that - that we’d talk about the Scarlet King & Mom? Lily, und such. “4231-A.” Which kind of hinted at my own interest as a known multi-denominational Protestant Jew in what SCP 66, 616, 666, 6166 & SCP 6666 all were - just because being classified as “SCP 166” myself warped my world view, also. Could be said afterwards to have done so, if I wanted to be that sort of person. That was all kind of inferred, that we’d get into all that we have so far as well?”

“Tak.”

“Und we did. So. I also understand that just because I’m your daughter, I’ve already heard information about SCP 231, 1000, 4000, 4231 & 6666 that’s all classified und above my clearance level. I have heard of “acknowledgement of release” forms, that’s what former convicts, witnesses & others in legal situations sign. Damn. Far past starting to release what I’ll be getting into is a lot more then just a move to Maine or us stopping in Boston & Rhode Island, first.” 

“Meridiana is a Maritime name, you’ll get used to it.”

“Eponanything.” 

She had to make a small chuff with that tiny pun. 

“Not to Meridionize the conversation or anything. I’m a clone of 4231-C. Your 1st daughter. Meridiane Eponine. June 30th, 1989 instead of May 8th, 1997. She had to sign all of these same things - they’d contained her, just as I’d been. That’s why when I was transferred from Our Lady of Mercy Convent by the GOC at 12, “Cell 166” & “Cellblock 166” were already constructed.”

“That’s right.”

“Did they change the labels, then? From 4231-C?”

“Oui. Tak. Soui. Ken. .. Ja.” 

It was the first time he’d said “yes” in German, in this conversation today. Dr. Altros Hercs Clef suddenly sucked air up their nose und reached over for their canvas duffel bag. 

“Une last surprise for this 8 Mile Road High Club birthday bash & Sabbath. The paperwork.” Was their simple statement, extracting a blankly black und leather binder with paperwork visible on the inside. “Clef” cleared their table, everything going to sides - the 13 Sabbath candles on the opposite table still blowing incense over their way. 

Eponna Meridiana couldn’t help yet look to the opposite table, those 13 candles around Dr. “Clef’s” hat. Bleu, Graien, Yellouv, Ourange, Rud & Violet. Purple, Lilac, White, Grey, Brass, Silver & the last of the 13; Gold. 

“We talked about the Golden, Silver & Brass Rules. Carl Sagans intermediate description of “do unto others /as/ they do unto you,” that last une.” 

Shei looked back, blinking und smiling slightly - heir father had already opened the binder. 

“So we did und yes, that is what the Brass Rule is a descriptor of. As I’ve said many times today, getting at something?”

“Actually, oui’yes, I am. Soui. Tak. What I’m getting at is a very simple fact which is that I’m angry as someone with my name should be.”

Heir father looked to heir with actual confusion in a pair of eyes where one was blue & one was green.

“Why is that, then?”

“My name is Eponna but I don’t have a pen.” 

“Christs. Dad has to think of everything.” Was the rebuttal, as he pulled a plain und black BIC pen out of an inside pocket of his vest und passed it to her. “I know I gave you that Alto 6 earlier, yet would you mind if I played while you do this?” 

“Of course I don’t mind. What’re you in the mood for?”

“What I should be asking you as the performer, first off yet secondly. Since I’ve been lucky enough that we’re both Pinback fans, I was thinking “Penelope,” for you. Epenelope that you are.”

She’d heard that song many times, before.

“I’ve heard that song many times before. I’ve played that song, as well. I’ve cried with that sunge, actually.” 

“It fits you & the women in your life” is one thing I could say. Another is that you’re free of the SCP Foundation und obligations you don’t owe, now. You’ll have your camping, hiking und living, now. Rivers, forests, paths & roads. Reverie. With average feet & no antlers, either. Unless you want them, of course.” 

By the end of that sobriquet, Dr. Altros “Alto” Hercs Clef had walked over to Eponna Meridianas side of the table und pulled the guitare up into his hands und sat right back down, not a Alltown Fresh cup, Cisroc or Perrier bottle spilled. 

Eponna couldn’t help yet feel both of her eyebrows flare as they quirked upwards. 

“He wrote that song about his goldfish. In all seriousness, I can’t wait. You’re not going to make us replacement couffees, though? We had wine for our first ever Sabbeth & Nips for my birthday. What about more coffee for the job?”

“Too young to do that yourself?” Was heir fathers jibe, a suddenly enlivened expression on the fifty two year olds white & olive face as hei looked over. 

“Non. Although what if I was? Or disabled, or something? Would you make them for me then, more than just once?” 

“Yes. You forget that I’m a bleeding heart, only young adulte. I’ve prepared mixes for many containees, political prisoners & patients in the days /since/ the 80’s. Past the fact that yes, I was a government contract killer for almost a decade. I am nowadays in-fact, a licensed doctor. Your mother didn’t want me to go to college.” 

“I’m not trying to be defensive of heir yet that’s actually a question I’ve had since the new name you chose was so similar to a stage name that sounds like “Alto Clef” that most people just call you that, instead. What exactly is your doctorate in, Dad? I’ll make the coffees myself, also.”

“Grand, there’s enough in those mixer bottles that you can. I thought of this down to the liter und to answer your question? 1989, Cornwall happened. 1990, I joined up with the Foundation. My doctorate is actually in engineering. I graduated in 1997.”

“Where’d you go to school? Graduate school? College.” 

Of all things, heir fathers face was flushing. 

“You know that I’m from Cornwall, England. Yet I actually ended up taking higher education with the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.” 

Eponna suddenly found herself biting at heir lip.

“After killing Lily - to save Meridiane. Eponine. Your wife, for your daughter. You only had one then, I wasn’t around! After a year of physical therapy und switching from the UN’s top secrete Global Occult Coalition und deciding to work with the eggheads, instead. They had you going to college in.. Massachusetts? Which “is” an SCP, you’ve said multiple times. 4006.”

“Boston, to be exact. Well, the Cambridge part of Boston. Did you expect it to be something clever like sticking to a theme, like I was at Cornwell University?”

“Sort of, actually.”

“Life isn’t a fairy tale.” Is what heir father told Eponna Meridiana, frowning after saying so. 

“Well. Life is & isn’t a fairy tale. Why’d you think I want to bring you to Massachusetts & Rhode Island, even though I usually live in Russia und my retreat is over in Maine? I have history in that area, the East Coast of the United States. It’s across the /ocean/ from Cornwall, England. That’s what I told you about.. God, hours ago. When instead of being an Agent with the UN, I was a clerk. Researcher. So on und on. The Foundation started me as Lvl. 2 personnel, in 1990. As I’m pretty sure I told you, earlier today?” 

“Tak. Why engineering? Your entire background, nickname, personnel file, approach und so on screams psychology.” 

“Engineering is more useful /for/ peoples psychology in actual, physical & practical reality.” 

Of all things, Eponna Meridiana felt an innocent smile starting to bloom on her face. 

“Oak’clef. For once, you didn’t post face a statement with “with or without the anomalous.” I’m going to make us both Alltown Fresh coffees, again. Then I’ll sign all this Containment Monitoring Parole und all of these agreement, consent, liability, non-disclosure und so on formes, as well. While you’re the one who plays the guitare, even though it’s my 18th birthday.” 

“Sounds good to me, boss.” Was what the 52 year old said, bringing the guitare up in his hands und placing it to the side. “I actually will wait to play “Penelope” until you’re all set, though. It’s only polite. Hell. Heavens. Kid, /do/ you want me to make us the coffees?”

“Non, I’m a big Gaul und I’d rather make this round, anyway. I’d like to play und sing Horse With No Name for you in turn, with the way Penelope is. After the paperwork, of course.”

“Well. There we go, then.” 

So said, shei stood up from the seat und went for the 3 large Cisrocs bottles - what heir Frencaultalian Polski Jewish father had chosen to contain his couffee und milk for today.

The bottle with an orange moonstone had the coffee, the une with the white moonstone had the milk. A third, with its lime moonstone und lemon & lime juice to match. For their mixed couffees in the Alltown Fresh cups, he’d poured out each of those bottles halfway. 

The six Perrier bottles had been inside of the wicker basket the entire time, each one capped with Titos Absolute Vodka caps which looked copper or scarlet still even in. 

She reached over und felt at one of the caps. 

“Night light. They still look copper or scarlet even in the night light, the Titos Vodka caps you used for the Perriers. What time is it?” 

Dr. Altros Hercs Clef, once Francis Wojciechowski brought his right hand up und looked over his watch for a moment. 

“It’s 9:57 at night, corka.” 

“Apple cider, cheri, creme & French Vanilla. Hot choco, coconut and non-alcoholicized Agave plant juice, Tequila without. Kombucha, hazelnut and caramel. You said those ten ingredients are mixed evenly in all six of these bottles, earlier?”

“Soui. I’m not going to load you up on couffee on your eighteenth birthday just because I know you like coffee culture & horticulture, Eponna. I want to stay up with you as much as we can both bear now you know we’re father & daughter, not leave both of us in a coffee crash.” 

“So considerate, Oujcie. Abba. Okay.. that means these next two I’m about to make are the last of our coffees, though. Und then we just have mixers. Fantastique mixers, mind you.” 

“Mind you! Around half an hour to an hour ago, both of us each had six Cisroc nips to our face of six individual flavors. Before that, we had Bordeaux wine for our first Sabbath, to boot! This isn’t the two of us on assignment together on a stake out night, fighting evile doers.”

The phrase “fighting evile doers” und the way the French part of heir fathers accent came out saying it had Eponna Meridiana giggle despite herself. 

“Almost sounds like an enjoyable idea, when you put it like that.” 

“Stop crushing on your own accent through your father und make us those coffees so we both can get the mountain of paperwork out of the way, for you.” 

“I’m not scared of a sheaf of papers, Pere.” 

“So my figlia says.” Was his answer, accent taking a pirouette over to Italian.

“Meri as can be said und that’s all. I can feel both of us starting to gum out on each other, again. I’m not angry that you killed me und Meridianas mother und I’ve been wanting to be on Containment Monitoring Parole so I can pass it after a year, for a year now.” 

Heir father gave her an innocent smile und shrugged. 

“I’m not angry at my second daughter for existing or for anything that’s been said in this conversation, so far. I don’t think I could be.” 

Eponna Meridiana found herself watching her father, then. 

“In a seat, you’re three inches shorter then me. Life is a strange thing.” 

That being said, she grabbed the Cisroc with the white milk stone und poured out the remainder of the milk into their two Alltown Fresh cups. 

After that, the Cisroc with the orange stone with its coffee was also lifted in her hand. The young woman blinked und placed it back down.

Grabbed the lime stone Cisroc und poured out the remainder of Lemon & Lime into their Alltown Fresh next, instead. 

“Lemon Lime.” Her father said with mock reverence, voice filling the cabin with its mirth. 

“Another good Soul Coughing track. We’ve connected on that one, today. Pinback is another shared favorite, as well.” 

Heir father didn’t say anything und for one of the first times in the conversation, Eponna sighed. Grabbed the Cisroc with its orange stone, poured them both out their coffee. 

Both of their cups were only around halfway full.

“You put together all of these drinks und smokeables und the food and Sabbath candles for us to pray together all very deliberately. Thinking of rationing, portioning und shall I say, halfsing things? To use some slang of someone of my own age.” 

“I used to be younger, too. Nothing wrong with halfsies, with food, drinks or smokes.” 

Making fake “tsk tsk” noises, she grabbed two of the Perrier bottles from the wicker basket und with small force placed them to the table with two dull “thwack” sounds. 

“So. It /Comes Down To This./” Was her response, dropping the title of yet another Soul Coughing track. 

She uncapped one Perrier bottle und then the other. 

Raising both, Eponna carefully poured them each out around halfways, smiling as she flipped the bottles upways in hand again. 

“In the desert, you can’t remember your name because there ain’t no une for to give you no pain.” The eighteen year old found herself harmonizing. Placing the bottles back down, she put their caps back on und screwed them before placing them each back in the wicker basket.

The Alltown Fresh 24 OZ cups were still only around halfway full.

“I could wiggle in my seat like a cute little bug.” Was what Eponna Meridiana Wojciechowski found herself saying unbidden und around halfway innocently. 

Sighing, heir father reached down und pulled one last thing out of his Canvas Duffel bag; 

a bottle of Starbucks. 

What she said next was not so innocent. 

‘’Dr. Altros “Alto” Hercs Clef once Francis Wojciechowski is a fan of the Big Joe Star Bucks, Eponna Meridiana Wojciechowski said.” 

“You could go fuck yourself in the bathroom, kide. Here’s the Mile Hileto Club entry fee.” 

“Postradamus.” Was her answer to that, holding the bottle in both hands now. She opened its cap und smirked - he’d already ripped the sticker off. 

With that, their coffees were poured. Recapping the Starbucks bottle, Eponna gently tossed it into heir fathers bag while staring at his suddenly longe suffering look. 

“It’s as much Jarbucks as Starbucks, okay?” Was his suddenly false desperate statement. 

Eponna ruffled at his hair und then sat back down. Took a drink from the Alltown fresh und its mixed coffee and let out a long satisfied sigh.

“It’s amazing to have Human feet instead of reindeer hooves, again. Those were the best und worst 6 years so far of my life, the last 6 years.” 

So saying, she started to waggle her boots back und forth und couldn’t help yet giggle. 

“You can’t see it yet I am wiggling my toes, tou.” 

“I love you, Eponna. Meridiana.” Was all Dr. Altros Hercs Clef had to say, heir middle name having heir fathers voice start to rise. 

“I am wiggling my toesies. In fact, we’re on a plane. I might as well get these off.”  

With that having been said, Eponna reached down und unlaced the boots one after the other. Wrenched both off, throwing them into the aisle of the plane to find heir father watching with an amused expression, almost looking irritated with his focus und wrinkling skin - a pained smile. 

“Finally getting comfortable despite how many horrible things you know exist inside of our universe?” Was Francis Wojciechowskis plain question. 

“Sounds like even when & if they do, their powers usually work on sensory experience, radiu’s, observance & awareness just like us Humans. Whether or not whenever “anomalies” or anomalous things are actually around, whenever they are. Plus, we’re both Reality Benders, non? Isn’t this plane.. not in! Or inside. Yet currently intertwined with a Reality Bubble we’re both making? Or two matching “Reality Bubbles”, I should think?” 

Heir fathers eyebrows arched upwards und his facial features cleared. 

“Yes, that is a thing that’s currently happening. Reality Benders do in fact effect areas they’re inside of in that exact way, oui. Soui. Tak. Not all “anomalies” or “anomalous” beings “powers” work either automatically and or with force of will, though. Some are reactive or inductive, would be two ways to put it.” 

“Und we can have a serious conversation about your fields of expertise all night. I’m ready to do the paperwork.” 

She flipped open the black binder he’d placed down on the table und took out the plain und also black BIC pen, staring downwards. 

“SCP FOUNDATION 

NON DISCLOSURE FORM” 

“I, the. Und the blank form afterwards for anyone & everyones name. Undersigned. I, the undersigned. Dad. Even though you didn’t tell me that we were related two years ago, you gave me that “Dear Undersigned” letter. Merci, Gratzi, Dziekuje like I said before und also Toda for that, leaving it blank. Instead of Dear Epon or Dear Meri. Cute, for a girls sweet sixteenth.”

“That’s what I was hoping for.”

“Did you give Meridiane Eponine from 1989 a letter like that on her 16th, too? You said that you & Lilys original daughter - the one whose still alive und who I’m going to meet - ended up getting taken in by the SCP Foundation, as well. Hence how my own life has gone which I’d noticed, like I was in a pen designed to control me. The exact same letter to the word choice, actually? I’m guessing, again?”

They were both staring at each other und both of them were glaring. 

“Why yes, your powers of intuition do you well. Yes, I’d written that “Dear Undersigned” letter before, for your sisters 16th birthday. July 30th, 2006, for my July 30th, 1989 girle.” 

“Christ. I was 9 years old, then. Still at Our Lady of Mercy Convent. I was still in Eirland, then. 2006. Meri lived inside of Cellblock 166 & Cell 166, except it was “4231-C” then?”

“That’s correct.”  

“Right. Just wanted some perspective on things, there. Time to sign this SCP Foundation Non Disclosure Form.”

“Next up, you have an SCP Foundation Containment Monitoring Parole Board Non Disclosure form to sign.” Was what heir father said, turned back to his laptop now as he assumedly was cueing Pinback’s “Penelope.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

For around 8 seconds, she’d managed to sign “Eponna Meridiana Wojciechowski” once before heir father sang in perfect tandem with the lyrics played from the music - his guitare play on cue und key as well, unsurprisingly.

“Oh Penelope, are you filled with air? Swallowed oxygen, that makes you float up? Is it Dropsy? Will your lungs swell? It’s depressing me to see you struggle’uoh. Oh, oh, uoh oh.”

“Christ, your voice is beautiful. Lily must have really been insane is never something I thought I’d say about my Mama, until today.” 

“Oh Epen’elope.” 

That’s when the young woman blinked und had to look up from the paperwork. Placed the pen to paper and table, feeling heir face lightened by a tight smile.  

“Are you filled with air? Swallowed oxygen, that makes you float up? Is it Dropsy? Will your lungs swell? It’s depressing me to see you struggle’uoh. Oh, oh, uoh oh.”

By the end of that, she’d reached over for the Altoids tin that they’d emptied to make mixed coffee & wine in the Alltown Fresh cups, earlier. Started to tap it against the table with her father, grinning despite herself. 

Both of them were singing now - the younger Wojciechowski at a quieter level yet still in duetto with her father. She hadn’t lied to him earlier - she had played, sang und cried along to this song. It always had Eponna Meridiana think of Iris Thompson und the slightly older womans compadre Draven Kondraki, too. 

“I’m treading water with my oars; Glass galeons anchored, ocean floors 

I’m diving down with all my gear; In search of treasure, para mi carazon.”

“For my heart.” Was the translation she had to provide as her father barrelled on - some of Pinbacks lyrics changed, some;

“Take them to the forest, let you feel the raindrops falling down, seeping through your red scales ; eliminate the faucets, eliminate the need for waters, replace it all with safe shelles.” 

40 minutes of acoustic, Alto 6 guitare play before the man continued. 

“Don’t wanna see you floating upside down, on the top of any bowl when I come around to visit you, don’t ever want to see you floating upside down, no, girl, they’ll need you there, need you there, need you there, oouh;” 

Both of them, singing in unison yet again ;

“Release that air!” 

Heir father smirked almost only to himself, eyes darting between his own body, the Alto 6 Guitare und his daughter as he continued to perform. 

Eponna laughed to herself und started to sign at the appropriate parts of the “SCP FOUNDATION NON DISCLOSURE FORM.” 

“I’m treading water with my oars-” 

“(Release that air!)” Shei added, harmonizing with heir father und the original performers as the song was played live und on laptop. 

“Glass galleons anchored, ocean’s floor.” Und both of them, then; “Ooh!” 

“We’re diving down with all our gear.” 

“Release that air!” 

“In search of a treasure, para mi corazon. Take them to the forest, let them feel the raindrops falling down, seeping through all our red scales. Eliminate the faucets, eliminate the need for waters, and replace it all with safe shells.” Was his repeat of the songs verse, once again in unison yet contrast with the lyrics.

He barrelled on for the last two minutes of “Penelope,” allowing the vocalist to be the only one to sing the “oohs” throughout the song until the last lyrics. 

She’d gotten through the “SCP FOUNDATION TRADE SECRECY FORM,” “SCP FOUNDATION AGREEMENT & CONSENT FORM” und was starting to get through “SCP FOUNDATION CONTAINMENT MONITORING PAROLE BOARD NON DISCLOSURE FORM” by the time Dr. Altros Hercs Clef sang along with Rob Crowe, still blaring from the laptop. 

“If they summon the rains now, are you gonna rise? 

If they summoned the rains now, are we gonna rise?” 

“Is that an actual question, Dad?” Was what Eponna Meridiana had to ask, slapping the BIC pen to the table und then starting to tap it - against both the table und then the ALTOIDS can in front of her und not “Clef,” for some reason. 

Chuckling some, heir father slapped the bottom of the Alto 6 Guitare against his knees. 

“Sort of yet not really.” 

“You said it was raining on June 30th, 1989 when Meridiane Eponine was born und you killed Mom, since you suspected she may hurt her. The rain got worse throughout the accounts und stories you’ve told me about, so far. It had the two of you und then three of you trapped inside of the house und got worse, once you did shoot Lily. Has that ruined rain und thunderstormes, for you? I’d hate that, for you.”

“We’re going to listen to Ebon Coast by Andy Mckee next, I should think. I’ve heard that you like his guitare videos?”

“Yeah. Officer Devereaux & Dr. Lights really are fibbers. Tattlers. Und such. What snitch bitches, how dare they. Gosh. God.” 

“At first und throughout 1990, rain was tormenting while I was in physical therapy und examinations, imprisonment in a SCP Foundation hospitale. I knew my daughter was in the care of an Eirish convent instead of the “Jailers” or the UNGOC I’d worked for, though und that settled me. Moreso und moreso throughout the 90’s, actually. I went to see her every year.” 

“Then I was “born” in 1997. I grew up in Our Lady of Mercy Convent, too. She would’ve been 8, then..  so. 2000. I was 3 years old und she would’ve been… 11?” 

“That’s right. Then, just like when your anomalies started when you turned 11 later on as well, the UNGOC extradited her und she ended up going to the SCP Foundation. “SCP 4231-C.” 2000.” 

“So that’s why I never met Meridiane. How come you didn’t come to see me, though?” 

“You may have at least seen her around, you know. Anyway, you already know I haven’t lied to you today. You’re a clone the SCP Foundation made, Eponna. They didn’t /let/ me come und see you growing up in Our Lady of Mercy, Convent - the way I had with your sister. Und that was a way to control me, as well. Your older sister und you, eventually.” 

She bit at her lip some, thinking of the people that employed heir father nowadays und since 1990, with all that he’d revealed today about what had really happened 1989.

“Christ. Better then the alternative or lack thereof. “SCP FOUNDATION NON DISCLOSURE, TRADE SECRECY FORM,” AGREEMENT & CONSENT FORM” are all finished.” 

“Then you’re at the Containment Monitoring Parole Boards Non Disclosure form, I take it?” 

“Oui. Soui. Tak. Yes, I do in fact love Andy Mckee. Ebon Coast is fitting. I still want to play Horse With No Name for you, after this. My sister as well, once we land und meet her by tomorrow. Is she going to be right at Boston Airport? Sorry. “Logan” Airport?” 

“Yeah. Une second.” 

That being said, her father leaned over the guitare to get at his laptop - until “Ebon Coast” started to play, all gentle acoustic. 

“Before we even get you a Ukulele in Boston, would you like this Alto 6? I already got you the Los Altos Briarwould Pipe, yet we both love music motifs. It’d be a good birthday present for you.”

She had to look right at heir father, again. 

“If you want to playe’ with it, playe/ with it. I’ve got work to do und you’re supposed to be my minder about that on a professional level, father. Which is allegedly your speciality.” 

Heir father stuck his tongue out, at her. 

“So that’s a yes?”

“Yes, of course I want the fucking guitar!” 

He laughed und turned away from Eponna Meridiana, judging the sound from the laptop before starting to strum along, the sound of two guitares in the air for her with no vocals. 

She looked down at the “SCP FOUNDATION Containment Monitoring Parole Board NON DISCLOSURE FORM” und started to sign through it. 

After that, “SCP FOUNDATION Containment Monitoring Parole Board AGREEMENT & CONSENT Form.” 

Just like the Foundations standard Agreement & Consent form, it was easy to understand, had no hidden disclosures & used straightforward language. 

“I’m so glad that today isn’t a trap.” Is what the eighteen year old found herself saying, suddenly. 

“I love you, babe’. Bette. Ad Astra to the Stars, Ad Undas to the Waves.” 

Chuckling lightly, she went through more of the SCP Foundation Containment Monitoring Parole Boards paperwork; “TRADE SECRECY FORM” yet again. 

A SCP F CMP “LIABILITY FORM” as well a SCP F “LIABILITY FORM” were next. 

Confidentiality forms were to follow und acknowledgement of release forms, for both the SCP Foundation & It’s CMP Board - all of it signed quickly und easily. 

For the next few minutes, she went through another pamphlet - SCP Foundation Ethics Committees “TRADE SECRECY,” “AGREEMENT & CONSENT,” “ACKNOWLEDGEMENT OF RELEASE,” “CONFIDENTIALITY,” “LIABILITY” forms for all of that as well. It went silently besides her fathers performance on the guitare. 

“You said you had attaches from Deer College, Medici Academy of Occult Art, Goldbaker-Reinz Ltd., The Horizon Initiatives Church, Manna Charitable Foundation, Valravn Corporation & Wilsons Wildlife Solutions for me, earlier?” 

“Not only that, the conditions of you being on Containment Monitoring Parole. That you follow the peace, are of good behavior und so on as according to the law of the country you’ll be living inside of, in this case ; America.” Was what Altros Hercs Clef said, still trying to play through Ebon Coast for heir. 

“You’re already doing a good job as my CMP Officer. As I understand it, all of that was already explained to me with the paperwork I’ve been going over for a few minutes, now. In the text of the paper written on the paper itself, I mean.”

“I know that’s pointed out yet yes to answer your question, I have those Groups of Interests pamphlets for you as well as CMP paperwork. Rule lists, und so on. Congratulations are in order as well, though. After 6 years, once turning 18 years old; besides the Containment Monitoring Parole Board und agreeing to your father who works for the Foundation being the CMP officer, you my daughter Eponna Meridiana Wojciechowski are now free of the SCP Foundation. After a year, if & when I already know you’ll pass CMP - you’ll be free of /any/ obligation to them, legal or otherwise. You still have time to change your mind about working for them the way I have, after all." 

She was beaming und had to stand up on now normal feet inside of boots, with socks - grab all of the paperwork she’d done und fold it together. Eponna Meridiana didn’t bother putting it into order, she just passed it over to heir father. 

Smiling to match, he put all of that inside of a briefing pamphlet und handed her another one that she didn’t bother opening, just put to the table. 

“I’d like to play the guitare next, Ddad. Come over here und give me a hug.” 

The two of them embraced for yet another time tonight, tightly. 

"I'm free, finally." Was the three word sentence that she whispered to the fabric of his shirt. 

"Oly Oly Oxen Free." The 52 year old said, und she had to bite at heir lip at the Halo quote und playground reference. Heir father continued, as well.

"/We're/ all home in the free. We're all free." 

Chapter Text

Chapter 2 ; "Children of the Sunlit Path"

May 8th, 2015 around 10: 10 PM, 

Eponna Meridiana Wojciechowskis 18th Birthday; 1st day of 1 year time period of Containment Monitoring Parole obliged by charter, international & treaty law, paperwork signed 

SCP Foundation Grumman G-1159 Gulfstream ll Charterplane, American Airspace, Southwest

Legally, she was no longer considered "SCP 166" besides the attachment of being SCP 166-CMP for one year und then not even that, at the stroke of a pen in Eponna Meridianas hand & verbally acknowledged by heir father & Containment Monitoring Parole officer who was looking at heir, his open curiousity obvious. 

Time to say something as Meridian as Eponnain.

"Ho Capito." Were her two words of Italian for ''Altros H. Clef," born Francis Wojciechowski.

His small smile was a broad grin, now. 

"I understood, in Italisc! Around so many eggheads I understand how you know so much French yet wherever did you learn that?"

"The Celestial Omnibus & Other Short Stories. It's used in "The Story of A Panic." The writers English-Welsh yet he went to Italy; in that first story it very much shows. Also, I've heard you say Ho Capito to colleagues at my birthday parties, yourself." 

He blinked & looked upwards as if irritated by something ; visibly thinking for a second. 

"Ouh yeah, huh? I do like to dip in und out of French, Italy & Jewish wordage & verbiage to all of them, it has me feel smart. Ha ha, Polski the most though. I've read that book, also. E.M. Forester. Very Grande of you, my daughter." 

"Merci & Gratzi & Dkujie und holy shit, that's cute. Will that be my fate, do you think?"  

"Probably. Did you get any The Other Side of the Hedge on the afterlife, or " Other Kingdom" on Ierland und when you grew up there?"

She nodded happily at the mention of Other Side of the Hedge & grinned broadly.

"We've already spoken today about how I'd almost thought I might be Irish. You said, "I know what you mean."

"Speaking of, "I understood;" Ho Capito. What'd you understand, friglia? Fille?" 

"I'm no longer considered to be "SCP 166" anymore by any government entity besides being "SCP 166-CMP," Containment Monitoring Parole to be passed after exactly one year; if & when I pass said parole, I won't be considered by anyone as that either & I at least think won't /be/ that, in any way." 

By those last sentences an almost doglike attentiveness had Altrosses posture simultaneously set towards & away from his daughter; smiling more ryeley now.

"The truth of it & amazing reasoning about identity issues I agree with, to let you know. I'm not & never really was "4231-B" & your mothers corpse certainly deserved more then "SCP 4231-A."

"Yeah & I'm not sore about that now that we've talked about it." 

"So you say, mi sourre. Almost." 

That "almost" was almost whispered, snakelike in evasiveness.

"Why'd you like to call me sister, Padre? Pere?"

"To help you feel older as is deserved." 

Shei nodded & moved in her seat, some. 

"Okay. Oak'ey. So. Earlier. Yknow how I told you I consider myself more of an Oppenheimer then Eponna?" 

"Ahuh?"

"I'd also consider myself more of an Eponna then Meridiane although I'm questioning that. What's my sisters take on that? "SCP 4231-C?" 

"This may delight you, what she told me years ago when she turned 18? 2007? When you were 10? "4231-C" said "I'm as /much/ of a Meridiane as I am an Eponine."

"As much as in comparable, how she relates to both names. Instead of more or less sums."

"It's normal for a teenager to think in sums of more & or less. For anyone actually, no matter what anyone or anything says." 

"Okay, Dpt. Head of Training & Divas. I mean, Training & Development."

He sighed yet was smiling, despite & inspite of the ribbing. 

"Smartass like your original, your sister. Both of you like Lily & I."

A treacherous thought about this 1st day of getting to know heir father - they'd both been walking through each others past & troubles. Typing up mental loose ends. 

Time to revisit when she'd gotten the gynecological exam due to him breaking protocol & coming to see her not to mention meet her for the first time on Eponna Meridianas 13th, technically breaching heir containment - because he hadn't told anyone lower in the ranks that he was heir father. 

"Addendum 166-B. It was in the 2nd version of the Special Containment Procedures about, well. Me. Added, actually. When I was more.. Succubine. I know we already talked about when you visited on my 13th.. Didn't tell me you were my father in so many words yet, then. About Mom needing to die & needing to be killed. You worked with whoever my father was in the UNGOC. Stuff. Oakey. That was the first time you called me sister in French, pere." 

"I've read that Addendum, we've talked about that day as well by today, tonight. Years later to the day. Earlier, we pantomimed that conversation word for word to remember it, Total Recall style except with no deaths." 

Eponna Meridiana laughed at heir fathers phrasing - Old time verbiage adjusted for movie references!" She said, continuing - "So we did. I like the way you talk, Dad. I really do. I hate those movies, though. Bloody & scary with inevitably as horror, no Thank you." 

"So says my girl who wants to join the SCP Foundations Mobile Task Forces someday, allegedly."

"You asked & I do have the stomach in reality, I've sene accidents & deaths in Site 19, once or twice."

"You were getting at somthing?" He asked in reply to that. 

"You said you were writing an SCP 166-ARC file composed."

She snirked, despite of it all.

"Of the two obselete, 1st editions of the SCP article, file & listing about me - the 1st & 2nd revisions, specifically. For archival purposes. I was.. 11 & 12, during the writing of each of those. Although I remember they were decent enough not to mention my exact age or birthday in those 1st two versions, I believe it may have been included & been black boxed? I forget." 

"Me too, actually. Correct, they didn't mention your age or birthday back then - grande memory - & as for a SCP 166 ARC file made up of the first two files written about you? As is standard policy, when a Human or Humanoid is granted Containment Monitoring Parole - or /anything/ classified as an SCP either.. doesn't exist anymore, or is accepted as part of the new normal consensus reality & other situations where a file can be archived to free up a number in the main SCP list yet still needs to exist for reference."

"You also said the Containment Monitoring Parole version of my file you also wrote. SCP 166-CMP. Includes all 3 versions fo the SCP 166 file, in order?"

"Oui, ma'am. Soui. Tak. Ken." 

Heir father saying yes in French, Italis, Polish & Yiddish about that almost had Eponna Meridiana slap him.

They were both flushed.

"I could slap you, you know. Like Mom did, SORRY. Can we address that part of my life, again? I have to."

"Of course we can."

"For the 1st two years I was with your colleagues & as the 1st two versions of that file describes? I couldn't be around boys or men anymore because my Reality Bending was attracting each & every male around me. They thought I was a Teenage Succubus. They fed me 1 CC samples of.. ejacul. At least were kind enough yet also lazy enough to leave out that I looked like a Reindeer themed Fawn or Satyr for two years, too. Und hadn't been born that way, either. Shit was a horror show for me."

"That's normalized by now though at least, those animal body parts that grew from you at 11. As for what my colleagues "thought," Eponna Meridiana? To be an adult with you, my daughter? That was just a nickname for your number in a list of procedures, "Teenage Succubus." Not a belief, curse or damnation. Und as I'd suspected, you & I everyone also knew - you must have been causing men to draw to you from unconscious, subconscious & entirely conscious desire to get attention & a sense of security from men in at least some wat & well, /cum/ as they wrote- because puberty had activated your anomaly as it does with many, because you definitely have a God or at least Messiah Complex & went from a quaint Irish convent to captivity in a government facility. Let's not play the game, anymore." 

"Damn you, Abba." She said, flushed slightly & glaring at him.

"What?!" He asked. "After I visited you for the 1st time, they /had/ to write the 2nd & then 3rd version since men weren't allured to you unnaturally, anymore. Every single one of them, around you. What'd you expect, to get out of containment right then - still anomalously growing plants & composting metals und everything else? Like you've known for 6 years, you're not "Just A Teenage Gaia." Neither is no slight at you. That 2nd nickname has more fondness, too. Of course I'm embarassed for you, to end being so frank. ARC & CMP files aren't accessed often, they need to exist for archival purposes & or /if the SCP Foundation ever goes through an internal & or external audit, investigation or tribunal. As Dpt. Head of T & D with them, your CMP officer & sometimes on call 13th member with their Overseer 5 Council, which is the leadership body of the entire organization? I can't tell you anything else except that even as your father ; some SCP 166 file describing you has to exist, at this point." 

"Und ARC & CMP files are standard, yeah. Yuh. Let me /see/ your laptop so /I/ can read the 2nd version of the "166" file. Addendum 166-B. About when you visited me for the 1st time. As we both know, before you'd told me you were my Dad or that I was a clone & I have a sister somewhere who'd gone through the exact same crap. You hadn't told many people. Stupide."

"Before I give you the laptop I know what you're getting at, that all of this may embarass either of us & or your older sister, someday. Anyway. Read or read aloud away so we can get it over with." 

He twisted the Laptop around so that she could see it.

A Google Doc labeled "SCP 166"-ARC" was an open tab on the browser, along with "SCP 166-CMP," "SCP 166 V.1," "SCP 166 V.2," & "SCP 166 V.3." 

"Christ." Was all Eponna Meridiana could say; "SCP 4840" as in Audapaupadopolis & SCP 4840-A; Seth. "SCP 073" as in Cain, 077 as in Abel & 336; Lilith were all open tabs as well. "HaShem. Look at me with such established company."

"The Name." Was translation heir father supplied with a smirk; she really could hit him. 

"I really /could/ hit you." She said, giving him yet another glare und still blushing. 

Eponna scrolled through the SCP 166-ARC file, expression softening; Francis Wojciechowski as in Dr. Altros Hercs Clef had refilled this edition of the 1st & 2nd versions of the SCP 166 article with new footnotes, professional in tone & word choice yet defensive of heir & he'd mentioned "SCP 4231-C" a few times as well. 

"A lot more transparency, I see."

Finally, she'd reached

"Addendum 166-B: Unauthorized Male Contact." was the young womans irritated read; "Und I quote;" On __.__.____, & we both know that was May 8th, 2010 - my 13th, "Dr. Alto Clef," DAD. ABBA. Und I quote; "An observer noticed a 2nd individual sitting in SCP 166's Containment Cell & declared a Containment Breach Alert. Do you know who said observer was, by the way - DEVEREAUX is who I'd guess."

"It was Containment Officer Devereaux, to let you know."

"Of course. "Female security officers responding to the scene discovered Dr. "Alto Clef" sitting across from her in a steel folding chair with SCP 166 wearing Dr. Clef's lab coat. The two appeared to  be chatting amicably without incident & Dr. Clef made no attempts to establish sexual contact (confirmed by later medical examination)" which they wrote that footnote in parantheses. In this ARC edition, you've added another footnote also in parantheses. "("SCP 166"-CMP" as in Eponna Meridiana Wojciechowski the 2nd & I both agree, said medical examination was unnecessary.)" We pretty much did agree on that earlier, eh?" 

"Pretty much."

"/A\nyways. Und I quote; "Dr. Clef was unresponsive as to his reasons for breaching SCP 166s Containment while all SCP 166 could recall was that "We'd had a very lovely discussion about my mother" yet did not share further details. With no further effect, Dr. Clef has been cleared of disciplinary measures." You hadn't told any lower ranked personnel I was your daughter. So, since they thought & were /acting/ as if I was a succibi, they thought you might have raped me. Stupide. Then there's some footnotes about how I'd been experiencing growth spurts & they should give me larger doses of ejaculate as if I was some dark creature that'd been activated, someway & needed feed like a horse, to put it really bluntly. Instead, after that visit everyone started to notice that extra allure I'd /had/ towards males - only for two years - stopped. They noticed & had to writ the 3rd & current version of the 166 report. Mercis for that. Yeah, yeah. Wow! That "medical examination" was a gynecology inspection, Dad. Jerk/uh./ Lazy. As I've heard many have said;"

He, heir 52 year old father, blameless for the way the SCP Foundation he worked for had treated her & allegedly in with her on hatred over that - hands to face like Kevin Mccaluster from Home Alone as he waited to recieve;

"Bastard."

"This was another ''elephant in the room" being avoided before you bug out so as your father & /I guess/ as the CMP Officer too - although tying the necessary professional thoroughness of being such with the case of my own daughter makes me uncomfortable since I already want to ask this for our own personal reasons so yes /any/ CMP officer asking this would come off as condescending before /you/ can say that. Anyway. "How'd that make you feel?"

She blinked und looked at him, face contorted with slight anger und shame.

"Angry during & afterwards, too. Violated."

"Alto Viol things in the world" I said earlier. I said that not just as a musician pun yet thinking of this as I'm sure you've already guessed. Violated! As I'd feel, in the same position. As /I/ often did feel violated, by you & Eponine Meridianes mother, actually." 

His somewhat concern over 2010, over 5 years ago now - mollified her anger, juxtaposed & contrasted with the abuse he himself had gone through for years with Lily. 

As an adult, a sudden dimpled & lazy und fake smile exact like the ones "Clef" often gave people was suddenly Eponna Meridiana Wojciechowskis face. 

Lily had abused him & often. Their pain was beyond comparable. 

"It's standard procedure for that kind of suspicion, that someone may have been molested & I knew that so I didn't consider that gynecology exam they gave me. I wasn't sore. Just very miffed. I already suspected you were my father, so if you'd told them - I wouldn't have had to be examined in that way. You could've told everyone instead of the O5 Council & select people that you were my Dad, somewhere - back during the 2000's & 2010's. I'm glad the "Succubi" thing ended, though. Anyone would be, though. Yes, I'll also admit; I probably "Reality Bent" circumstances in Site 19 around me for attention out of spite & terror. Oakey?"

"Oakey. Not so much, also; I know. Hey. When I shot "4231-C," Eponine Meridianes mother - yours, basically - our town blew up, basically. It's water table blew up. It was nightmarish. I get it. Yes, I could've advertised that someone designated as an SCP was my daughter - adding data & papertrails that could embarass you didn't interest me, though." 

"You being my father doesn't embarass me. What happened to me without you embarasses me. What happened to you in the 80's before Meridiane Eponine & then I, later ; that embarass me & will, I'm sure." 

"You're genuinely not angry I had to kill her now, Bette? Corkli? Frigli, fille? Eponna Meridiana?" 

"Yes. I'm genuinely not angry about now that I got a proper explanation from you as to why she was never a part of my life - or Meris, who I suspected existed, Ken. Instead of as you said, an embarassing data & or paper trail." 

He looked to the ceiling of the plane, eyebrows upraised.

"So this "SCP 166-ARC" file will be the only record of the 1st two SCP 166 reports, with addendums & updates. Besides the "SCP 166-CMP" file, which includes all 3 reports. I'm okay with that und I get why they have to exist for archives & records. I noticed something in this ARC file & I'm sure the CMP file, a lot of footnotes with clarifications & or declassifications? You named me & mentioned "SCP 4231-C" as well." 

"Me & Sophia. Lights. Argued for that second fact & for me to grow up & admit my 1st daughter & 2nd were hurt by the people I work for & they will be held accountable for that if they ever need to be." 

She was starting to cry, suddenly; Sophia Lights was like a Mom. 

"I didn't like it when that doctor touched me down there. When they thought you might have raped me, the man I knew was my Daddy. Gynecology exam or not, /they/ molested me out of misplaced fear the last person in the world who'd ever hurt me may have, because most of them didn't know we were related. Them thinking I was a Succubi - in some way, Reality Bends or not - that isn't my fault. Or yours. Or Moms. Rest in peace." 

"I ddn't & never said it was your fault today, per se."

"Yeah. I know."

Suddenly, she reached over & clapped at "Clef's" shoulder - her father. 

She reached over for the Los Altos plugged Briarwould Dr. "Alto Clef" heir father had made & given as an 18th Birthday & Sabbath Present & lit the bowl, inhaling deeply. 

"We both know you're free of SCP F Site 19 forever & ever & fornever & never & nevermore & evermore, my 18 year old daughter, my 2nd." 

Eponna Meridiana Wojciechowski smiled at exhaleation & started to smoke, more as heir father continued speaking. 

"Whose been duped & is stupide enough to want to join the Foundations Mobile Task Forces so she can hit poor ghosts, monster & freaks such as ourselves with adult toys & sticks like a cavewoman, just like I was /stupide/ enough for the UN to con me into doing. Sins of the fathers, sins of the daughters. Chips off the Aoldt Blocks." 

She was smirking & giggling through that in between inhales, careful not to choke. 

"Careful not to artichoke. Terrible last words, Altros Hercs Clef." 

He rubbed his temple, suddenly. 

"I have another egotistical question about my name - actually with /these/ new suspenders you got me? I have an egotistical.. query."

She'd heard that last nonsense at least once or twice for every birthday for six years, now.

"That's my line! So what's dthe question?"

"Did you & Lily name her, "4231-C." The original me. Meridiane Eponine. 1989. Und then you named me Eponna Meridiana, 1997, anagram style ; I already asked about Eponna & Diana, Empanda. Those are obvious reasons to name a daughter that. Were you & Mom with my sister & then you, with me. Were you thinking of Pan, too? Und Dionsyus?"

"Yes. Of course Lily & I were thinking of Pan, und Dionsyus & Eponna & Diana, her the gnostic & as it turns out Devil Worshipper & I, the Judeo Christian Scientist &.. sometimes Agnostic. Und so, I thought of that for you, too."

"Are Diane, Pan or Cirnunnos classed as SCPs?" Was her sudden question.

"Not to my knowledge, no. We also exist & live in a Universe - und Multiverse - that sometimes literally works on absurd, cartoon & or Human logic, though. We'll need to get into that more, tonight & in the next couple of days."

"Def. Tell me Jesus isn't a fucking SCP." Was Eponna Meridiana Wojciechowskis sudden & stern order.

"Jesus isn't a fucking SCP, neh, see?" Was the reply of Dr. Altros Hercs Clef. 

"Non. Seriously."

"He isn't."

"Your personnel file points out that you're a consumate liar & those 4840 & 6666 articles attached interviews had some reveleation about SCP 343. Und so; God."

"He's not God or Methesulah, like he said. SCP 343 is the Metatron. He's told me that, directly to let you know - not "as much." So?"

"SO. Jesus is in Heaven, away from all of this?"

"Yes. To my knowledge." 

He laughed somewhat uncomfortably & reached up to feel at his neck.

"You wrote that proposal for whats important enough to be an SCP 001 & it's the Angel that guards The Garden of Eden. "The Gate Guardian." Presumably, that portal it guards is in Iraq?" 

"Yeah, that Angel is in Iraq. It's near Baghdad, actually."

"When'd they discover it?"

"Before my time with the SCP Foundation. Back in the 80s, during the Persian Gulf War. When I was with the UNGOC. Peacekeeping. Enough anomalies und "magic" and history, the UNGOC's "Ichabold" campaign crossed over & SCP F had MTF's & people down in the Persian Gulf for that, too. That Angel was discovered by the UN, first. I was on the team that found it, actually; that's why it's my SCP 001 proposal. I wrote that, years & years later." 

"That makes so much sense. Wow. WOW! Also. I haven't actually read it, I didn't have clearence as a Containee. I'm very much listening, Abba. Completely." 

This time, she said that last word without snirking. 

"Oujcie." Was Eponna Meridiana Wojciechowskis prompt.

"It's short & to the point, "The Gate Guardian." It'd been rediscovered before my team ran into it in the 80s many times throughout history as it turns out, as I found out. The Administrator & the Founder had both ran into, that's how the modern multinationalist SCP Foundtation started & swallowed up the American Secure Containment Initiative described in Dr. Brights 001 Proposal; "An O5's Tale." About the Fae & "The" Factory."

"I didn't forget. Who is the Overseer 5 Councilmember that /let/ Dr. Bright write something that reveals so much? He's a friend of yours, you'd know."

"His father, Adam ; und his older brother Mikuel, the /real/ cowboy. Both are on the O5 Councils permanent Councilmember board. A good man. Both of them."

"You said two of their siblings - Jack Bright your friend & this Mikuel - are SCPs. I forget the numbers."

"Somehow, I forgive you. They're 590 whose named TJ Bright & 321 whose named Sarah Bright, poor things. "He Feels Your Pain" & "Child of Man" are the nicknames for their Secure Containment Procedures numbers." 

"Okay. Dad? I saw that footnote in the SCP 166 ARC file about how you'd run the idea by me that instead of being recycled or reused, that listing, number & slot gets locked out as an example as to why child abuse is wrong. Unspoken as opposed to say, me initiating Procedure Halvilah, overgrowing Earthsp lants, destroying all of Humanities tech, functionally making us cave people & maybe starting sex cults all over the lands as the new Queen of The Earth. The way Mom wanted, quite naturally; treacherous scum."

"Fun & I get your point yet again, 7 kidnapped & impregnated, 42 dead."

"I was kidding. So let's say; 

"SCP # : 166

Object Class: None

Description : See SCP 166-ARC & or SCP 166-CMP

Special Containment Procedures: None"

"Exactly"

"Yeah, that's a good idea. It's me & Meridiane'ee approved. Christ. Epona'nything. Gosh."

"Oh, screw you. Christ. Queen of the Earth. LinkedIndeed, Alice Through The Looking Glassdoor. Thank God I finally got you away from the Foundation. I bet you'll be a young pervert out in society... down there."

By the end of Dr. ''Altros Hercs Clef''s sentence, he was looking at the window of the plane that was next to them. Suddenly, he started to laugh.

"I already am." Was his daughters prompt answer, smirking. 

"Okay. Give me /your/ fucking Bowl Pipe, I need to smoke again." 

"Containment & Security Officer Devereauxs Afternoon Meridiane speciale to this." 

"That's right. Stranded on an airplane with only my Daddy for company, I started having to learn how to eat air." Was heir fathers mockery. 

"Oh! OH, the shame!" She retorted. "So what's the deal with SCP 2000?!" 

"SCP 2000 is a government owned cloning, fabrication, geothermal, processing & science facility in Yosemite National Park as well as under it the size of "The Hive" from Resident Evil-" 

"Good movie!"

"-owned in fact not by FEMA yet by my pureecious SCP Foundation that exists to, if Humanity is destroyed yet Earth survives - clone the entirety of the Human race from predetermined years starting with essential staff able to use 2000 & other facilities to repair Earth & refabricate History up to the date which was chosen. SCP 2000 has gene profiles of all SCP F personnel & containees as well as many gene profiles as the SCP Foundation has been able to acquire from Groups of Interests & citizenry through legal & illegal means & randomization. There are Scranton Reality Anchors & a number of obscenely expensive technology there, as well."

The stupidest expression to ever cross her face was result of complete simultaneous bemusement & bewilderment as Eponna Meridiana Wojciechowski absorbed how much influence the SCP Foundation had or at least could have und just what heir father was trying to tell her. 

"Are you serious?" 

"Yes. Also, they found a corpse in there once dressed as me & with my credentials yet "indeterminate DNA" & a sheaf with a note asking how many times SCP 2000 & has been activated & if anyone knows. For all we know, a past & different version of you, your sister or mother could have been the cause. Or anyone I know. Und I quote; "Why did we have to build this thing? When did we do it? How long have we been doing it? Do we even know?!''  

"Holy fuck, you're not kidding. This is scary." 

Heir father looked at her & said the scariest thing possible ;

"Yeah, you're right." 

"We'll need to talk multiverse theory like you said, for sure. Okay. So what's SCP 3000?"

"SCP 3000 is the giant snake named Anaesthesia from Indian belief which exists, is kilometers large & lives in the Gulf of India. They milk its fangs & skin for SCP F amnesiatics."

She had to look at the floor again. 

"What a horrifying yet charming idea." 

"Sometimes it gets pissed off & attacks the submarines around it. Its skin secretions drive those near it well, forgetful & or insane until they forget everything about themselves including their names." 

"What's 5000?"

"The SCP 5000 number isn't being used as of today, May 8th, 2015." 

"Someone like me should've asked this years ago, what is SCP 6000? You tell Me-ridiana, SCP 166, this instant."  

Her crack at the world they live in had Eponna Meridiana chuckle slightly while eyeing her father, trying to stay game about how enlivening & yet horrifying today had become. 

"That one also isn't currently being used as of today. Nice, also." 

"Guess what my next question is."

"What's the deal with SCP 7000?" 

"Yup." 

"That one hasn't been used, either. I for 001 to 999, ll for 1000 to 1999 & in Roman numerals we're at IX which is 8000 to 8999 yet as I've said?"

"A lot of those listings, numbers & slots are reused?"

"Tak. Ken. Tak'en, even."

Heir fathers simply Polish Jewish pun had Eponna Meridiana Wojciechowski smiling, yet again.

"So we are. Talking, I mean. Nice. A Pun."

He giggled abruptly, a rising & strange sound.

"As if we haven't for every single birthday you've had for six years since 2009, your 13th & since we've known each other." 

"That's true yet now there's the context for me that I was right to suspect you were my father & that I'm not, well ; a moron."

"That's true."

They both blinked & ended up looking to each other, matching smiles on their faces. She poked at heir Alltown Fresh Coffee.

"Hiding a bottle of Starbucks for when your CISROC & Perrier mixer coffees leave us caffiene starved. Dr. Altros Hercs Clef I & my sisters. Father, the guitarest, musician, singing.. engineer as it turns out & not therapist & ofc, once UNGOC Agt. Ukulele. Here we are on the Gulfstream 2 together with Alltown Fresh Coffees for cups. Alto Haute."

"Exactly! I always save at least Starbucks for any people I'm on the move with, it's 1 of my standard policies for that exact reason, coffee starvation. Those 1st coffees we had were homeblended for your 18th by moi, to let you know! If you wanted to know what my doctorate actually was before today & tonight, all you had to do was ask." 

"I wanted to let it surprise me when I inevitably asked you for my 18th. Especially after that "Dear _._._._" letter you wrote for me. Eponna Meridiane yourself, Dr. Altros Hercs Clef. That was no sweet 16 that day, expect thet letter had me smile to think my father was alive, around & with the same people as I. Even though it made me cry, too & I could tell you were who wrote it! Founding out it was a form letter you wrote for my older twin sister doesn't ruin the sentiment for me, also. Thanks for not condescending to me by writing "Happy Birthday" in that, back "on" May 8th, 2013. Only in the one today. Start of CMP, it's appropros." 

"That letter I wrote & left in this planes bathroom is one that I wrote today, to let you know." 

She smiled & drank down some of the Starbucks he'd poured into their Alltown Coffee Fresh cups, to replace their bottle prepped mixer couffees. Paused. 

"Delicious yet not half as good as the ones you made for us. I have learned & been booned today enough to make up for all of it, Dad. Is there more alcohol inside of this?"

"Oui & soui, you caught me & your powers of observation & intuition do you well. The Starbucks is where I decided to fit Grey Goose into today; "FOR YOU."

He'd imitated Tom Hardys Bane; she laughed & waved her father down like an ancient lordess. 

"Drink with me, then! Quite an Jewishly 18th birthday make-up Sabbeth, with a Euro stylo Stag Partioning Pub Crawl for us when we land? We've had mixed couffees, Cisroc nips, Bordeaux for that - a 3 Set. Is the Grey Goose spiked Starchucks when I join the Big Kids table again? What a Quatre Heires."

"Oui. Soui. Tak & or Ken, that's the ideas in 1 idea; evening brunch. Quatre Heires. Wow. Summers gift for you in a plane. Would've given you breakfast in bed at Cell 166 & Cellblock 166 yet I wanted the day to feel like it was yours." 

"So why haven't you drank as much as me?"

Heir father stopped, lips curled upwards in a smile. Dr. Altros "Alto" Hercs Clef took his Alltown Fresh Coffee in hand.

"I was waiting for my daughter to ask me that question is why. Sante, Salutes, Mazeltov, Gratzis & Sabbeth." 

So saying, he drank down a gulpful of Grey Goosed Starbucks & sighed deeply. 

"Addendum 166-2 tells a better story about you & your 16th, worlds on from "Addendum 166-B." It's no improvement, though - as you knew & know!" 

"Listening completely yet again." 

"They shouldn't have transcribed the 16th birthday letter your father wrote to you" is a sentence I've already had to say once, before. Even /if/ they let you keep the letter? Let your sister do the same, years ago? That's not the sole point." 

They shouldn't have included that transcription or the interview & disciplinary meeting between Lights - Sofia & I, either. Even if my name is censored. The Ethics Committee said it "shed light on Eponna & when SCP employees who are family members of containees understandably break protocol & or breach containment." 

"It's the last update to the 3rd & now obselete version of my "Special Containment Procedures," Dad. "Addendum 166-2." Dad. They caught you breaching my "containment" & wrote that into the 2nd version of the 166 File. Addendum 166-B. It names you, there - yet that files been gone for years. It doesn't name you in the disciplinary interview between you & Lights - just her. It doesn't name me once, in all 3 files. In the current one, the 3rd - both of our names are censored. In the ARC & I'm guessing CMP files, you named us in the footnotes & mentioned my older sister ; why?" 

"Soui. Well, in the ARC & CMP files, I shouldn't have included those clarifying footnotes. Without asking /you/ first, at least. I was enraged when they extradited your older sister, years ago. Even though she got CMP, passed & moved on - I didn't want her to have to go through that at all. I'm angry for both of you, evrey day. "She didn't ask to be born or cloned." Christ. Is why." 

Eponna Meridiana felt her face twist at the way heir father had said that - Christ was not at all in quotes. 

"/That/ is why I said that ARC file was perfect & I'm sure the CMP file is, too. Both of us could bury what the SCP Foundation did to you, Meri & I. I don't want to. Whether I work for them or not. Obligated for it to be written. /I/ at least think you've done me, the UN, world, SCP F & my sister all right. Personally." 

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He smiled uncertainly & reached up to fever at his face, again. 

"We're very alike" is another one. I can't wait for you to meet your sister when we land."

"Me neither. We must be out of Nevada airspace by now at least, what time is it? Again." 

He brought the Laptop around & leaned in to check its clock & timer. 

"It's 10:33 PM & yes, I'm sure we're going over Southwest US that's east to Nevada, too."

"Away from fucking Site 19. I'll miss it, Cellblock 166 & Cell 166 some, like I said earlier today." 

"You know. I've got another question as your father & not as your CMP officer."

"Whassat?"

"What /will/ you miss the most about Site 19 if you never return, Eponna Meridiana Wojciechowski?"

"Francis Wojciechowski! My father. Dr. Altros Hercs Clef. The answer may hurt your feelings maybe, Dad?"

"Maybe it will imrpove my felings, is what it sounds like." 

"I'll miss when they brought Cain - 073 - over from Site 17 to accelerate the rot away of the lawns & had me around to regrow the plants & rot away the compost & scrap. It was very warm & he looked very hot. At least Gods immortality curse froze him at a grande age of his life."

By the end of that admission, heir father was grinning. 

"Lilith - 336 - a woman with your Moms name, Rest in Peace. Very possibly an ancestor of your Mom & I's as well, with I being the type of Wojciechowski I am. I'm more about women & females like I'm pretty sure I told you, my daughter - yes I am Omnisexual like you yet I lean hetero - yet Cain is one of the men I know who could change that, if he swung that way. We have very similar tastes, I have to say again." 

"Like you told me earlier, such similar taste. I actually have a question for /you/ about someone related to Cain, und Site 19." 

"Abel? 076?"

"Yuh. He's dangerous & they tried to have him lead an SCP employing MTF, "Pandoras Box," around the Iraq War. As we both know. Him & Iris found that old dossier about your UNGOC days out there in Iraq. Eventually, he went insane & turned on everyone & that's why "Pandoras Box" ended.. his containment breach is when Dr. Bright was killed while holding 963. That's why your pal Brights conscious posesses whoever wears 963. Able killed him."

"That's right. Jack fucking lucked out, coming back to life in any way. He's blessed, cursed & damned to have been holding 963, that day. Elias Shaw put him unto that project - Director of Replication Studies. My pal Jack Bright wants to die, you know. He's been clinically diagnosed with depression, along with other things."

"He's the Foundations personnel director, right? Unofficial bookie, as well?"

"Yes, incredibly since he's a pervert und loser. Poor fuck was only a Junior Researcher when he died."

"Only to revive in the mind of a D-Class worker unlucky enough to find 963 in the rubble. Meanwhile. You're the SCP Foundations Dpt. Head of Training & Development; you must have been consulted about Able. Hell, about Bright as well - his consciousness trapped inside of an amulet or whoever wears it? Iris is one of your proteges, too - she can reach inside of pictures she takes." 

"I was consulted about Able, much and unlike you, my daughter? Had met him multiple times in the early 2000s. Like I said, my promotion to Lvl. 4 Security Clearence & Dpt. Head was soon after September 11." 

"When did Able go nuts or switch to wanting to escape? Whatever was his thought process."

"Able turned on the SCP Foundation & breached his containment.. Christ. The day after Osama Bin Ladin died, actually. Not for revenge, mind you - Able had been working for SCP F, after all. The date is censored in the file, of course. Had you read the original article, about him? It wasn't revenge. I think he'd figured his new mission was finished. He'd learned some about the modern world, he knew Americans & Globalists around the world were waiting for Osamas death." 

"Ken. Tak. Soui. Oui."

Exactly how he'd said it, minutes ago - about how he wouldn't budge about writing an ARC & CMP file. 

"There you are, then."

"Did you & Brights friendship start once 963 made him immortal & onwards from there, then? Two rises to power, really. He's come a long way from being a Junior Researcher if that was.. May 2nd! 2011! Was when Osama Bin Ladin was killed, if that's when the Containment Breach involving Able where Dr. Bright was killed, as well. That was 4 years ago. I was 13 going on 14, I'd already met you once." 

"Oh, I'd /known/ him since 2008 - even though he was a Junior Researcher, with two relatives who were O5 Councilmembers & two relatives that were classified as SCP's, I'd spoken with him a few times. The friendship bloomed after the amulet & 963 happened though, yeah. May, 2011 onwards - my priorities became your 14th birthday, the aftermath of Ables Containment Breach & Jack Bright. He's been adrift, since then. Heartbroken for his sister & brother; a stillborn revived & crippled und a brother who absorbs any disorder or injury. While he's trapped in that amulet if it's not on a body und that terrifies him; he isn't conscious when it's not placed on someone - although he's told me he wouldn't want to be as he'd exist in a black void then - und he doesn't like that the solution the SCP Foundation came up with involves him posessing people. 2 pairs of 3 immortal & Jewish siblings in I, Dr. "Alto Clef's" lfe that are broken. One from the past, one from present; Abel, Cain & Seth and Sarah, TJ & Jack ; 076, 073, 4840 & 321, 590 & 963. 2 pairs of 3 immortal sibings I can't help.. ancestors & cousins."

"Is Bright English-German & or Asyrian? Lebanese? Jewish? Bright. Berout. So un. Capitale of Lebanon."

Heir fathers eyes widened some und he looked down to the Earth below them through the window.

"How very astute of you is something I have to say yet again. He is in fact English German Jewish & yes also, Asyria-Lebanese as well."

"No kidding. "Things Dr. Bright Is Not Allowed To Do At The Foundation" has made me laugh."

"Skeletons in the Amulet." Heir father whispered in reply, staring at his daughter. 

"What's that?" Eponna Meridiana Wojciechowski asked - Dr. Altros Hercs Clefs voice had almost cracked. 

"If it was anyone else, something like 963 would terrify me. If Jack Bright was a predator or someone, something like that. He'd be one more person I'd have to terminate. Luckily, Jack Bright is no.. say, Michael Peters, though."

"Whose that?"

"A Nobody, believe me." 

Chapter Text

 Chapter 3 ; Children of the Black Moon Howling

May 8th, 2015, around 10:10 PM; Eponna Meridiana Wojciechowskis 18th Birthday, 1st day of 1 year time period of Containment Monitoring Parole obliged by charter, international & treaty law, paperwork signed

SCP Foundation Grumman G-1159 Gulfstream II Charterplane, American airspace, Southwest

Heir father, the strange French Italian Polski Jew reached into his pocket & extracted a pack of Natural American Spirit Reds with a flourish. He pulled une out, letting the pack of cigarettes drop with the move. Lighting it, he gave Eponna Meridiana a pained smile, the two Wojciechowskis watching each other.

“Thank You For Smoking Up In The Air.” Was Dr. “Alto” Clef’s joke & two movie reference.

“A mile high club joke or should I say a mile Alto Club joke. A Black & Mild High Club joke?” Was what Eponna Meridiana Wojciechowski had for an older Wojciechowski who’d changed their brith name, “Francis.” 

“I hear what you did there, moi daughter. You’re not going to let that Michael Peters is a Nobody, believe me” non sequetir pass, then.”

“Non.”

“I’m supposed to spill beans on my good & old friend Dr. Jack Bright, whose related to 2 men on the Overseer 5 Board & Council, the leaders of the organization I work for, I’m guessing?”

“That’s absolutely correct & yes, Abba. Oujcie. /Dad./ I do expect you to answer my next question & /not/ because it’s my 18th yet because of the purposes of exactitude, perdition.”

That instant & subtle shift into Catholic vernacular had Francis Wojciechowski, Dr. ‘’Altros “Alto” Hercs Clef” really staring at Eponna Meridiana Wojciechowski. 

Eponnas father started taking deeper, longer drags from his cigarette. He kept glancing at the Briarwould, Dab Pen Shafted, Los Altos Cobbed & Black & Mild filtered Blowing Pipe he’d made for heir & gifted heir, today - blue & green heterochromatic eyes darting between the smoked tomfoolery & the selection of Cisroc & Perrier bottles, smokeables & baglets across the table.

She sighed & looked around the cabin of the Gulfstream ll while trying to think of what to say to get turning his old friend over out of the way, then blinked. 

“You’re the only one who has a bleu eye & Grande eye, like me. It’s how I knew you were my father the last few years, before you’d told me, today.”  

“Your powers of observation & intuition precede you, do me, your Mother & your sister credit & I wish your Mom was around to hear it.” 

“Gratzi & Mercy. Is Dr. Jack Bright a pedophile?”

Heir father frowned yet kept eye contact. 

“Non.” 

“The way you were talking, it seemed und sounded like that’s what you were trying to hint to me.” Was heir just as simple & instant reply. 

“He’s an Ebeliophile, he’s got his eye on women, men & otherwise if it’s 18 years, upwards & 60’s downwards yet he does not in fact have any kind of pedophiliac interest in children in the same way. To be brutally honest with you, Eponna Meridiana? My daughter? The Personnel Director of the people I work for is one of the most perverse & perverted men I know, far past the personalities I myself present yet again, no. He is not in fact a pedophile. He wouldn’t fuck a childe.” 

“Good because me & you would need to have him killed or at least fired, if he was.”

Dr. “Alto” Clef gave heir a broad smirk. 

“That’s what I want to hear from you, moi daughter & heiress.” 

Eponna reached over & clapped at “Clefs” shoulder. 

“First time in this conversation you’ve used that particular word choice. So fi he’s not a pedo yet he /is/ an ebeliophile. Is that his natural inclination or did the amulet, “SCP 963” loosen his morals? His consciousness is “inside” of that amulet & transplants into whoever wears it. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out how that could change someone, over the years to decades or even centuries, depending on how old Dr. Jack Bright is? You could’ve lied to me about Able murdering him during his bust out during the Iraq War.” 

“I didn’t lie to you about that although smart of you to pick up on that possibility from the vagueness of SCP 963’s writing, which is intentional. It’s both. His natural inclination & how many bodies that amulet has been worn by. When they first figured out that Bright was “inside” 963 or more accurately /is/ that amulet? They threw it unto every kind & type of person in the books to make sure the effect was totale. Even though Dr. Brights brainwaves overwrite whoever the amulet is worn by, their body & whatever & or whoever its attracted to remains unchanged. His consciousness rides that through.” 

“To be thorough, they’d have that amulet worn by people of every age, color, inclination & race.” Was Eponnas observation, letting heirself blanch before looking away to the floor. 

“Oui & that’s exactly what happened back in the 2000’s, for a few weeks. Experimentation & testing started as soon as they found out Abel killing him had trapped Bright in that amulet - right after the first “D-Class” who wore it said that they were Dr. Jack Bright. After those weeks, he & his family petitioned internally to stop the testing & then they let Jack pick what body he has. It could’ve gone differently for him. The SCP Foundation could’ve said a former employee sealed inside of a piece of jewelry & being a body snatcher was a risk & just kept that amulet, “SCP 963” what effectively /is/ Jack Bright a lot more than whoever he inhabits. Well. Locked inside of a box. Forever.”

“Terrifying. Luckily, one of his brothers & his father are both O5 Councilmembers. Like yourself.” 

“Yeah. Exactly. & I made sure to be promoted to protect your older sister & then you, once they’d cloned her. “Your normality outweighs your anomalies.” I’ve said that before, more then once.” 

Now Eponna Meridiana did actually have to smile. 

“Have you ever said that; “your normality outweighs your anomalies” to the mirror?” 

“Yes, actually.” 

“So Bright is a creep yet not a child predator.”

“Yup.” 

“You two have slept together?” 

“I like women more then men, my daughter. Otherwise, you probably wouldn’t exist.” 

“True. Have you & Jack Bright slept together?”

Heir father let out a lowly loud “Ugh” before answering.

“Yes, we have - und I already told you that, earlier. Why’d you ask und also, so specifically?” 

“Once we land at Logan Airport. Massachusetts. “SCP 4006,” as the SCP Foundation designates it. Go to Site 55 & get me food, supplies & things - tools as well - so I’m living /with/ you & not off you, in Maine. Since you want us & my sister to tour Mass & Rhode Island for my 18th birthday - passed as a 21st, thank yous - well. If I don’t lose my virginity with anyone.” 

The once Francis Wojciechowski was looking to his 2nd daughter, head tilted.

“Jack Bright is someone you’d consider sleeping with.” He stated instead of asked.

“Soui.”

Heir father looked trapped & horrified for a moment, blinking while chewing at his lips. 

“He usually picks bodies in their 20’s or 30’s yet Bright is in fact far older then that. He was already rather on by the time Able killed him, back in 2009. He is not in fact an immortal or any number of other of things he could claim if he so wished.” 

“That doesn’t actually bother me, “Alto.” 

His eyes and eyebrows, lifted now. 

“What about your crushes on Iris Thompson or my friend Kondrakis son, Draven? Both are more relationship material for you to grow with far closer to your own age. Both are people that would challenge you, more - in a good way. The best way, marriage. It’s no mirage & I say that even though your Mother liked to hit me.”

“You really do care, Dad.”

“I /do/ care about you. The most. Meridiane & Eponna Meridiana, my two priorities. Including if the world ended, moi sweet.” 

Heir in list with “A sister I didn’t know about, until today. I enlist with heir. We’re your two priorities?” 

“That & Global Security, yeah.” 

She felt herself reinflate & deinflate.

“As the girl named for the original gifthorse & named for the time, I should at least have a 3 Set of suitors to consider. Dr. Rights is hot, too. So on.”

Heir father sighed yet had a sideways smile. 

“We’ve got the same tastes. Be fruitful & multiply was always one of my favorite pieces of verse & I’d told your Mother the same. Said the same to your older sister, actually.”

“Conversational break?” Eponna found herself asking, voice layered with sarcasm. “We both know that we do. The idea of a sister, too! I’d guessed about that as well, yet it seemed so far flung of an idea. Wish fulfillment, today.” 

“Life is the stuff of wonder, no matter what anyone or anything tells you, my girl.” 

That got yet another smile from heir, as Eponnas face smoothed out. She reached over and gently slapped at heir fathers shoulder.

“You say that as if I don’t already know, Dad. Thank you, though. It’s the truth. Glad you still know it, too. Life is wonder yete sade as well, eh?” 

He blinked and then laughed - deliberately so yet voice filled with mirth anyway though.  

“A songbird & a hat is all you need to get back on track.” 

Eponna Meridiana Wojciechowski felt her eyesight go to where heir fathers third eye could grow out, the forehead bridge of his head. 

Then she made eye contact.

“Harry Potter ll? Chamber of Secrets? I believe you just rhymed off of.” 

“Yes. Necesitas or should I say necessity. You’re a Harry Potter fan as well then, my 2nd daughter. Just checking something about you on our first day of getting to know each other, freely.” 

There was a small smile & reserved expression on Dr. Alto Hercs Clefs face, now. 

They were both watching each other with bleu & grande eyes. 

“I am aware of word or should I say wards? Spelling, spells. Magick. Arcane arts often run along with chefs, musicians & writers. It’s the Mother of Invention, Necessity. So they say. The “Mother of Invention” is the flagship of Project Freelancer in Red vs Blue, actually.”

Heir fathers eyes lit up with recognition.  

“That’s the machinima series that’s filmed using Halo multiplayer. Extra players serving as the cameramen & camerawomen. I’ve watched through it once I heard of it! Those newer seasons with Project Freelancer und more backstory are a lot more true to life, for science fiction. Seriouser in tone.” 

“Such an adult & mature summation of Austin, Texases “Rooster Teeth”s flagship series; “Red Vs Bleu.” 

Heir father laughed, adult geek & jock that he was.

“Ooh, you backstabbing cockbite.” Was his quote from Red Army Pvt. Dick Simmons. 

Eponna laughed - heir fathers impression was completely spot on. 

“Did you know any brown nosers like Simmons in real life? When you were in the UN, 1981 to 1989?”

“Ouh, you knowe it, babe. Come oun, now. Kind & type of person we are always drives a rat & their tendencies oot, as the Canucks say.”

“Oui & Soui. We’re a lot more like his best friend, Grif. The one from Hawaii? More clever then lazy, Dr. “Clef.” I bet if Grif was real, he’d be an Agt. Ukulele or at least Ukulele player, himself.”

“Yeah, most likely & for sure, fille.” 

Heir father using French for “daughter” didn’t deter heir.

“Whose your favorite characters in Red vs Bleu? Grif, Church, Tex, Sister & Sarge are my top 5, unsurprisingly most likely.”

“Top fives, we’re finally listing at each other!”

“Dangerously close to Fifthist & Magick territory, really.”

That had heir father guffaw & have to cough some - he reached over to down his remaining wine in one shot. 

“My favorites are Grif, Church, Tucker, Simmons & Tex und I must admit I’m very partial to Agt. Washington in all ways.” 

“Welle, yeah. We really do have the same tastes.” 

“A concordance is always nice.” Is what Dr. Altros “Clef” had to say.

Heir father was a “Sweetheart. A warrior poet. I really can’t wait to meet his older twin sister of mine, now that I know of her. Is she like me? She’s 26, you said. Born July 30th, 1989.”

“As you’re twin sisters as she is essentially your older twin, with you being a clone of heir - she’s really just like you in temperament although by 26 she’s cooled down much more then you will by that age & I can tell from the 6 birthdays of yours So Far visited especially our conversation today, moi 18 year old daughter & soui, tak - my 2nd, actually. You’re a lot more of a geek & tomboy, she’s more of a jock, a princesse. Less jingoistic & rambone then you. \Well. A young queene soda speak, as you are. Unlike you, she didn’t want to go with the Foundation once it was heir 18th. July 30th, 2007 is when I got /heir/ away from Site 19 & Nevada. You, meanwhile..” 

She filled the void of conversational space, instantly.

“I was.. 10 years old & still At Our Lady of Mercy Convent in Eirland, then. No shite, though - she left Site 19 in 2007? 2 years later in 2009, I was there by 12 years old for the first time. Then the next & or the last 6 years. Thank God thats over.” 

“Puts it all in perspective more personally, eh? I was wondering when our conversation would go to your sister, souer I guess I should say. Differences & similarities between you two. She’s looking forward to meeting you very much too, you know & yes I’ve said that a few times today it’s just so fun to get to say, now you know of heir.” 

“SCP 166,” meet “SCP 4231-C” & really meet SCP 4231-B as it turns out, Dr. “Alto Clef.” Francis Wojciechowski. RIP, Lily. RIP, “SCP 4231-A” may have to be said to you a few times in the next week or so, I’m guessing?”

“Oui, Eponna Meridiana Wojciechowski.”

“Meridiana Eponine Wojciechowski is heir name.”

“Yes.” 

Eponna reached over & clapped at heir fathers shoulder.

“It’s just a nice name, I’d name my daughter either Eponna or Meridiane or Diane. Or Lily, to do Mom’s & I guess your side of the family some justice. Was good to find out you /are/ my father, I’m not a idiot & yese, there’s a sister, too. Amazing to learn about my Grandparents! Adelard & Francine on your side, Randolph & Lilieen on Lilys. Moms. RIP. Rest in Peace. Yet again.” 

“As I myself have said many times. Correct on all 4 accounts.” 

“Correct on all 4 accounts.” The way you speak American, British & English makes me smile, Oujcie & I mean it. It’ll be goode to hear more Polish, Italian & French from you & this sister of mine. Adelard would be Polish, Francine is French Italian, Lilieena & Randolph are Allegermanic? They’re all alive, too? Right? You said, earlier?”

“Tak. Yes. Soui. Oui. You’ll meet all 4 of them & I’ve told all 4 of them, that.” 

“Yeah. You said they were.. both couples want to meet their 2nd Granddaughter, that they’re all looking forward to it.” 

“Yes I dide & yes, they very much dou. There’s plenty more of 2015 to go after May, remember.”

“Yeah. Boston to meet my sister & Mass & Rhode Island afterwards for my birthday - a week off for you & heir. Then a year with you in Maine, eh?”

“Not a bad 2015 or 18th year So Far, non?”

“No. Nice Eminem songe, So Far. You’ve title dropped it twice in the last few minutes.”

“Aouh, my 2nd is an MMLP2 fan?”

“His older albums as well, Tak. Youp.”

“Ha ha. Fantastique. Grimy & a Genius, that one.” 

“Yeah, agreed. Dad, I actually have more questions about your life, for you.”

“Und I probably have answers for ya. Shoot.” 

“Your callsign with the UN was Agt. Ukulele. You played the cavaquinho & Mom’s name was - is, still is Lily. I get the name choice, there. She was a abusive to you in the 80s but you were sweet on heir, until the Cornwall Incident & my older sister was born. The original Meri Epon. I get it. It was a split second decision to kill Mom, once my older sister was born. 1989. You didn’t know she was a kidnapper or killer. I’m guessing that you’d suspected Mom might be that evil & you also suspected she was on the UN’s Threat Entity List as “The Goddess” they were hunting for, too?”

“Oui, God. Baby. Yeah. Split second choice, split second decision. I’d intuited she was the Type Black the UN was hunting, also. Obviously.”

“Obviously. Meanwhile, after 1990. With the SCP Foundation. Your call sign nowadays for them is “Director Clef.” Like a funeral or musical director - as in Mom’s funeral. You changed your name from Francis Wojciechowski to Altros Hercs Clef & you know you’d get a doctorate & you know they might call you “Dr. Clef” as a nickname. Inevitably. You were well, figuratively & literally trying to clef, key & lock your brain und your heart. You didn’t want to allow yourself to forget what you’d done or forgive yourself.” 

“All absolutely true. That’s true. Absolutely und I haven’t done either. Forgiven or forgotten myself /or/ forgiven or forgotten Lily, either.” 

“That’s your opinion of my Mom, then. I say as the clone of you & Lilys 1st daughter. Just to know where you really stand on that, before I meet this sister, once this plane lands.”

“Soui & tak, that’s my opinion of you & Meridians mother & her memory, Eponna Meridiana. As I said, I haven’t forgiven your mother OR myself. Her giving birth to my 1st daughter was the best choice I’d ever made yet 1989 was a mistake of mine so large I changed my name to “Altros Clef.” Yes, it’d turned out your Mom was the one who’d kidnapped 42 und also kidnapped 7 yet I hadn’t known that for sure & shooting her to save your sister? The actual, psychic, wind, fire & lightning fall out from that - the storm that destroyed me & Lilys hometown? Murdered hundreds of our neighbours, dozens of dozens of whom were old friends including school friends. Including UN responders who were my colleagues. North Access flooded, burned & was electrified. Decimated. Frog in a Boiling Pot.” 

“Why is that, anyway? Have you found that out since then?” Was how Eponna Meridiana persisted. “You said it was almost like the afterbirth from my older sisters birth, interwoven with the terrain of North Access. As if Mom being shot, all she was thinking of & experiencing transferred, in a way. Old Growth forests & swamps are somewhat like a Human, in ways. What happened, do you know?” 

Heir father sighed & cleaned his side of the table with cautious & slow movement, pushing off smokeables & drinks. 

“I have found out why that is, actually. What’d I tell you, I & your Mother did for a living?” 

“Besides you with your UN thing, you said that you two ran a flower shoppe. “Francis & Lilys Fleur Shoppe. It was part of the house, too. That’s SCP 4231 - your old house, itself. You were designated 4231-B, mom was 4231-A, post mortem. Attache designations, for that file.” 

“Right, on that. Und where was I & your Moms house in North Access, Cornwall, England?”

Eponna had to stop & think, for a few moments.

“You said that that house was lake side.” 

“Yeah. Und what am I & what was your Mother?” 

“Esso-kinetics. Onto-kinetics. Reality Benders. Shifters. Syncers. Warpers. “Type Greens.”

“Right, again. Und how do you think a “Type Green” Reality Bender effects reality - just the way an average person does, we covered energy usage fueling “powers” yet what’s the attachment of how environments & personal, public, shared & internal & external realities would be effected by a Human with such powers? Synesthesia und enhanced metabolism, usually with co-morbid symptoms usually attached to ADHD & autism?”

“... the environment, itself. The shared reality. You two were very attached to North Access & also living lakeside und were gardeners. … Oh, God.” 

“Exactly. For all heir faults your Mother loved that town, the lakes & forests & marshlands. Und she had chlorokinetic powers like you- to amplify plant growth. When she wanted, instead of automatically. Heir & I, our yard was filled with gardens & wood structuring. Logs, trunks & branches anywhere from 5 feet to 35 something feet. We’d build archways & toparies for days to weeks, then she’d use her power so that they looked overgrown & literally became so. We’d transplant & plant & add Human wood pieces, throughout. Lily & I were metaphorically & literally attached to the lakeside of North Acess we were at to the point of a massive garden & faked forest, using deadwood to plot out up into the air. Und I think when I shot her to save her sister, every fibre of that connection snapped und the garden we’d planted acted as a transceiver station for the energies of her death & the birth of your sister to completely wipe our town off of the grid. What I hadn’t known with those gardens, helping Lily build them for 9 years straight is that I wasn’t just helping her & I harness our yard. She was overwriting that landscape with her soul, soda speak. An average person, that’s cover & camouflage. A Type Green, it’s more like a giant electrical system. We were even choosing plants, minerals, stones und so on with that kind of thinking in mind.” 

“Christ. What’d you twos gardene & yard look like, you & Moms? By the time you killed her? “Terminated?”

“Ever see Coraline?”

“Yeah. Cute movie.”

“I thought so, too. It looked like the garden in that house - except instead of a Humanized garden path with stone siding, it was like two Humans had placed dead trees & transplanted dead & living ones around the dirt paths in their yard to assemble garden paths. Ones that with a two story & lakeside home, we made to look overgrown & naturalized. Dead branches & dead trees as false roots. Clusters. Family & neighbours, customers & colleagues sometimes sold or gifted us furniture, bedding, sheets und wood for spots throughout. Driftwood, deadwood, plank wood & so un. We were near an old growth forest & made sure to place the plants & trees around & up to the house & the yards living trees, as well. Anywhere between 5 to 49 feet, the maximum extent of your Moms chlorokinetic influence on plants. As you know, they’d grow around her in a 49 feet radius just like with you, your sister & other “Satyresses.” That’s just about the size of..” 

Heir father stopped speaking so that Eponna could fill in the gap. She’d been inhaling deeply at the thought of a forest like that und flushed, somewhat. 

“Medium trees or a Utility Pruning Zone. A telephone pole or the Hollywood sign.” 

“Exactly the examples I was thinking of, as well. While I was away as “Agent Ukulele” for the UN, every time I’d come back the garden would be more overgrown in places although your Mother would also cut, prune & kill what she needed to. Unlike you, she’d had full control of her power long before 18, also.”

“Lucky of her & you to grow up in a town like North Access. It sounds like it was beautiful, Dad. You must miss it, sometimes.”

“Sometimes. I’ve gone back there since 1989. It’s all swampland & pits, now. Unrecognizable. More recently, the SCP Foundation & United Nations have been building infrastructure there to work on Scranton Reality Anchors. Deplorable.” 

“The calcified & processed remains of dead Reality Benders,” you said about SRA’s. Have you brought my sister to North Access?”

“Soui. Tak. Of course I did, its where she would’ve grown up if things had gone right! Although it took years - the Foundation has the ruins of that town locked down tight. We’ll be able to go there someday too though, if you’d like.”

“I’d very much like that. That makes sense, also.” Was a reply given with resigned sadness.

“Yeah. It’s why I like Siberia. Russia. Cold. I was always a fields & forest person not to mention a jungle lover so finding out I’d been helping your Mom construct a culling pit & not an enchanted garden for 9 years straight kind of ruined that. She might have brought her victims through those gardens her & I were assembling.” 

“I’m sorry” is true yet getting old, already. Although I really am, even though 1989 was long before 1997. You didn’t just lose Mom, huh? You lost your town, garden & home. Sounded to me like you & the original Meridiane Eponine almost lost your lives, also?”

“Almost. Sheer force of will from moi, your older twin & perhaps? Your Mamas corpse, also? Is what I think sustained a Reality Bubble strong enough to isolate that house from the storm that fell around, outside of it. Christ, was that raine & those thunderclaps loud.” 

Eponna reached over & grabbed her fathers right wrist, with both hands. 

“You did the right thing. Even though it got others killed, that wasn’t your fault or intention. You couldn’t have known shooting Mom would’ve made the town's entire water table explode. Hey. The gardene around Francis & Lilis Fleur Shoppe was sort of like a Reality Anchor almost, non?”

“OUI! Tak! Soui! Exactly so & that terminology was already used by UNGOC & SCP F personnel in the 80s. I /did/ suspect if me or Lily hurt each other, the gardene might amplify psychic energy enough to aggravate the water table also, by the way. I didn’t know it’d wipe North Access off of the map, though. They said it was a freak storm, after.”

“The UN gave you the Silver Aegis in 1990 or.. 1991, right? “Service to Humanity.” Their only realest way to apologize for your wife being on one of their threat lists, really.”

“Yeah. I still have that medal, actually.”

Eponna blinked & looked down at heir left side, then at heir father.

“Francis. “Altros.” Do you /have/ that Silver Aegis medal on you, now? Dad? Oujcie?” 

“I do, as a matter of fact. I’m guessing you want to see it?” 

Eponna Wojciechowski slapped both heir hands to the Gulfstream ll planes table that heir & Dr. Altros H. Hercs Clef, once Francis Wojciechowski were both seated at. 

“Dad, I’d /very/ much like to see that medal & in a way I think you owe it to me that I do. I’m assuming it’s more impressive then a can of ALTOids, even a custom VIOL one. Thanks, Merci, Gratzi & Djukie again, for that.”

“I do owe it to you, that you see that Silver Aegis. Happy 18th to my 2nd daughter. Come on. Viol is deserved & don’t knock me also, I really do love Altoids & their cans. I even use ones with the IDS crossed out to just say “ALTO” as smoke & toolkits. Cigarette boxes. Joint boxes. Treasure boxes. Box cutters & toothpicks und whatever else accrues. I’ve been doing that since before the name change. One second for that medal.”

“Ouf course. That’s awesome, also. Exactly what I’d do or what I will do, too? To counterweight your wallet as well, I’m guessing. Right pocket?”

“Oui. Tak. Soui.”

He was busy leaning over in his seat & rooting through the duffel bag. 

“Does Meridiane Eponine do that trick? ALTO ids cans for kits? Did Mom, actually?”

Altros glanced up at his second daughter from his leaned over position.

“Yes & yes, actually. I had a “LILI” one made for your Mom in the 80s. Meridiane has a “MERI” & “EPON” pair & I’ll get you the same. For your 19th. Unless you just have them made or make those yourself, before then?”

“It’s a possibility. Wow, also.” 

“Yeah. Would you believe it if I told you “Alto” & “Clef” are my stage names even from when my name was Francis Wojciechowski? That they were the trigger names for splitting my personality - a bit more Italian Polish Jewish, a tad more French Polish Jewish? Your Mom would call me “Alto” & “Clef,” long before I changed my name to Altros Hercs Clef or my SCP F pals & palettes started pulling the Alto Clef button.” 

That was so sad that they were both staring at each other. 

Eponna reached over & took her fathers head in her hands, leaning over to kiss at his hair. 

“I absolutely believe that & you must have been a dork since you were about 13. Now, you old 52 year old man.” 

Chuckling, he brought out a silver medal that was shaped like a policemans badge except for the fact that it was embossed with an aegis pattern - four interlocking chevrons surrounding Earth. “UN” was above & below that, “Francis Wojciechowski.” “Silver Aegis.”  

“May I, please?” 

He held it out & Eponna Meridiana took the medal that her father had received for murdering a wife that had turned out to be a serial killer his employers had been searching for. 

“North Access, Cornwall, England must have been similar to Galway County, Ireland.”  Was all that she could say before the young woman had to add; “So. The medal that you received for murdering a wife that’d turned out to be a serial killer your employers were searching for.”

“That is in fact the medal I received for that exact reason.” 

She blinked & looked down at the Silver Aegis, squeezed it in heir hands. 

“Meridiane. Eponine. The daughter you & probably Lili never expected to be cloned.” 

“Meridiane has held that medal, as well.” 

The young woman just nodded some & gave the medal back. 

“Maybe 1989 & after can stay & I’ll focus on 1997 und after.” 

Heir father gave an embarrassed und low laugh. 

“If there was something of your mothers that I still had, I’d give it to you. There was nothing in our house that survived besides the home itself, myself & your sister.” 

“Non. I get it.” 

She had to punch at the table, suddenly. Heir father let out a long & low sigh. 

“You held my hand just now for me. Hey. It’s alright to cry.”

The young woman was sobbing as she suddenly walked around to crawl up onto her fathers lap. 

“I wouldn’t hurt a fly, even if I did become a secret agent. I swear to God.”