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[ENCRYPTING]

Hour: [REDACTED]

Date: [REDACTED]

Location: [REDACTED]....Plains Landscape

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“I got Betrayed”

“They Betrayed me”

“The O5 Council Betrayed me”

“How was I so stupid?”

“How did I not see the hints?”

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“Why… me?”

I looked around, all plain landscapes. The chains on my arms, legs and neck kept me intact in the Sealing Seal…

I don’t even remember how or why it happened  but it didn’t matter, did it?

I looked at O5-1, he wasn’t even able to look at my eyes. “Aaron, you couldn’t even dare to look into my eyes after even betraying me?”

O5-1 didn’t answer, he was too busy looking for the right spell with a grimoire. The other Overseers weren’t any better, they were behind the first Overseer a few meters away. Holding their hands in a spraying manner as they were scattered in a big half circle behind Aaron…but one member was missing.

I was knocked out from my thoughts as Aaron began to speak “Admin#2. You…You and all the other Administrators are too powerful. People like YOU shouldn’t have such power, the will to bring our doom, changing reality with a flicker of a finger there for, it’s for the best that you disappear from the surface” his tone cold, no hint of emotion. The Overseers were silent behind him. O5-1 flipped to the right page before chanting the spell, the sealing seal I was attached to started gloving brightly. It began to pull me into the darkness. I didn’t curse, scream, yell, beg, because why should I? There was no hope, no one to help me, no one to <hear me  suffer.

I was alone and always will be…

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65 Years Later…

Name: Akira ⬛⬛[DATA EXPUNGED]

Age: 17 (?)

Height: 4’11 [149 cm]

Gender: None-existent

Pronouns: They/Them

Codename: mimic

Profession: chaos insurgency Agent

Ability: Shapeshifting

Ability description: The Ability to obtain the memories and Ability of any living matter. By having physical contact with a living matter the subject wants to shapeshift to, granting them to shapeshift to that living matter ⬛⬛ times.

Physical appearance: brown eyes, pure white hair that falls to the ankles with in braids hairstyle, some scars across body, hot-brand of [DATA EXPUNGED] symbol on lower back.

Date: 12th, April, 2025

Hour: 14:30

Location: site-⬛

Objective: Steal some Scp’s (hell yea!)

The Mission has begun!

The chaos insurgency exploded the walls of site-⬛ with a C4 explosive. “Move! Move! Move! We don’t have all day!” The Commander, Alexander Petrov yelled. The soldiers nodded before responding with a “Yes Sir!”. Starting to steal as much Scp as possible. 

At the sudden intrusion the Foundation was unprepared, the hallways were painted with the red lights of the alarms. The Stationary Guards reacted quickly, surrounding the Intruders “Halt Stop! Surrender “ spoke one of the Guards with a calm but firm voice.

At the demand Commander Alexander could only laugh, he started clapping his hands mockingly “heh, how demanding but you forgot one thing…we have a secret weapon. Agent mimic you know what to do” he smiled evilly. Before the Guards could react, Agent mimic also known as Akira who  disguised themselves as a soldier the whole time came forward, shapeshifting into Scp-682in an instant. Lunging at the Guards.

The guards were shocked and horrified at the same time, they had no time to react and therefore it ended for them.

Meanwhile, the soldiers already captured Scp-939 and were escorting 2 instances of Scp-939 with a leash and muzzle into the wall they blew minutes ago.

“Lets go boys” said Commander Alexander with pride, like a father to his children. He turned to Akira “Agent mimic! Get your ass here- and Stop munching on the Guards!!!”

Akira [Scp-682 Form] was feasting, red dripping from their jaw. “Just a more minutes”  spoke Akira, their voice perfectly mimicking the actual 682. Gruff and deep.

“No! Come now or you get no dessert for later” threatened commander Alexander with firmness. Akira gave up, their love for dessert was strong. They replied with an annoyed “fine” before shapeshifting to human-form again, their ear piercing dangled gently.

“Good, Good, Now lets go before the MTF arrives” said the commander, the both began to sprint to the wall, the soldiers already were in the helicopter, waiting for them.

They got outside, it was quite sunny and nice but it didn’t matter at the time. “Run. Agent mimic. RUN!” ordered Alexander, running fast as possible. “I swear! If you won’t get me desert later, I will person-ally hand Scp-939 to the SCP Foundation myself!” yelled Akira, falling very behind. What did you expect? They’re 4’11

“FINE. Fine. I get any dessert you want after this” replied Alexander with hurry. Out of nowhere a gun shot was heard in the distance… it was Mobile Task Force Upsillon-11 “Avalon’s Wake” had arrive

“Whopsie daisies” muttered Alexander, Akira turned in disbelief "Really? Whopsie in the  daisies, that’s all you got to say?” questioned Akira. “Hey! We don’t have time for that, the BLOODY MTF is coming!” The older man defended himself.

It was too late to run anyway… The MTF surrounded them both. “Hands in the Air” barked the Sergeant of “Upsillon-11.

Commander Alexander and looked at each other in a “Is this guy Joking?”

“Nah i pass” Bluntly replied Akira, Alexander also blurted “Nah, im good”

The MTF squad raised their weapon “we didn’t ask. It was an order” stated the Sergeant. “Alright-io, this means the only one thing” said Akira, with their usual shitty English.

Quickly both parties prepared themselves for the fight. The MTF squad was the first to act, throwing Gas-Bombs to the Field. “*cough* *cough* those cheatiang bastards” coughed Akira before smilling. They Had the Advantage, quickly shapeshifting into Scp-682 and immediately lunging in the mist. Commander Alexander also reacted fast.

The fight was confusing , Akira [Scp-682 Form] sneaked behind the MTS’s and jumped at them. ‘Scp-682’ was getting confused due to the mist, with one swing of their tail they managed to create a strong wind to blow the mist away. Exposing the field. Most MTF’s laid on the ground in their own blood, only a few being the exception “Heh we got them” proudly and a little bit arrogantly snickered Akira. Their demeanour quickly changed as they saw Commander Alexander sitting on the ground, clutching his  blood stained abdomen. 

“Sir?!” The little Anomaly yelled, shapeshifting back to their Human-form. Approaching his side “ Oh my Engineer, sir are you Ok?!”  The sergeant saw the opportunity amd kicked Akira, catching them off guard.

Akira couldn’t just stand up, shapeshifting to a large lizard twice clearly took a tool on them.

The Little Anomaly used their last remaining strength to shapeshift to Scp-4051, opening a portal to teleport Commander Alexander to the Chaos insurgency Headquarters.

Finally Akira went unconscious, the sergeant approached them, smiling before getting her Radio. “Commander, we got a new undiscovered Scp. We need the Transport. Over”

End of Chapter 1…

Chapter Text

after a few days…

Akira woke up, their head dizzy from using too much energy, The little Anomaly rubbed their eyes before sitting on the bed they were laying at. “Ugh..what happened” groaned Akira, trying to look around to see where they were, one particular symbol had caught their eye.

*Secure, Contain, Protect* in large writing with the logo in the middle of the cells wall.

Silence…

“You gotta be fucking kidding me” muttered Akira but was quickly knocked out from their observation mindset as the metal door slit open.

“Hello there Buckerio! You must be Akira” playfully yelled a researcher with excitement. It had bright orange-brown hair, hazel eyes and a silver Amulet. It was Dr. Selarion

“Yes, that’s me. Now tell me what am i doing here” bluntly blurted Akira. Dr. Selarion raised his hands in a surrendering manner “Woah, woah calm down kiddo” starting to introduce himself  “I’m Jakob Selarion but just call me Dr. Selarion. Oh yea you’re little ass is gonna be called Scp-???”

Akira immediately frowned “There is No way I'm gonna be called that!” they protested. “Come one, pretty please? I still have to escort you with the guards to the interrogation room” 

After a few minutes of Dr. Selarion’s yapping session , Akira finally agreed with a “fine…”

5 Minutes passed…

The guards who were supposed to escort Akira didn’t arrive. “So, where are those guards, hmm?” replied Akira with a sarcastic tone. Dr. Selarion stared at them “you know what? I can escort you myself! What's the worst thing that can happen?”

Not even a minute later…

Not surprisingly Akira got away…

Starting a massive havoc in the facility, releasing the Scp’s, biting the kneecaps of personnel. Literally definition of a gremlin. The personnel were in panic, probably for the right reason - the alarms went off, I mean who wouldn’t be scared if a gremlin bit your kneecaps..?

Dr Selarion stood in the hallway, watching the chaos unfold. He smacked his lips making a “pop” sound. “Oh damm, maybe I should have put the reality anchors first…welp gotta call Epsillon-11 for this mess.”

Soon after Dr. Selarion called MTF Epsilon-11 “Nine tailed Fox”. The team of course re-contained and secured the Scp’s but even though they are one of the best combat fighters, even they couldn’t escape Akira biting their kneecaps. “Get in! Bloody wanker” pushed one member with her pretty thick accent.

“Hey, careful” muttered Akira, as they got pushed into the interrogation room. 

“Scp-???, you caused some trouble, hmm?” It was Dr. Selarion, sitting on the chair in the middle of the room. 4 guards on each corner ready to interfere if Akira tried something funny.

 “Don’t call me that,” responded Akira. Dr. Selarion raised an eyebrow “no, sorry but we gotta be professional right now… while we are at it, Nataniel put the reality anchors” the guard named Nataniel quickly put the reality anchors on each of Akira’s wrists. Before Akira protested again one guard spoke “just sit man, don’t make it harder for us”

Silence...

Akira sat down, currently  there was nothing they could do. Dr. Selarion pushed the button for the Audio recorder.

[BEGIN LOG]

Dr. Selarion: Name?

Scp-???: Akira

Dr. Selarion: Surname?

Scp-???: Don’t have on

Dr. Selarion: Why?

Scp-???: i don’t remember it

Dr. Selarion: Let’s continue, Age

Scp-???: 17

Dr. Selarion: Height.

Scp-???: 4’11 (149 cm)

[One of the guards cracked up]

Guard 1: ain’t no way, they are shorter than Clef!

[Nataniel pocked his ribs with the barrel of M16 Rifle]

Nataniel: Shh- !

Dr. Selarion: Both of you shut up!

Both Guards: Sorry Sir…

Dr. Selarion: Anyways, Ability?

Scp-???: shapeshifting

Dr. Selarion: Elaborate

Scp-???: I can obtain the memories and abilities of a living matter by having uhh- sisical (physical) Kontact with it. I shapeshift it unlimited times, the only thang (thing) stopping is energie and stamino.

Dr. Selarion: How interesting and what might be your affiliation to the chaos insurgency?

Scp-???: I work as a agent there. 

Dr. Selarion: Interesting, what might be your codename?

Scp: mimic. Agent mimic.

[Pause]

Dr. Selarion: You're THE agent mimic?

[The whole room seemed to recognize the name, that was the quite big name in the anomalous world. A single mysterious person who was able to steal high guarded facilities of Scp foundation, Global occult coalition and serpents hand without getting caught as they were disguised themselves. Now it’s been exposed who the famous Agent was…but nobody expected Agent to be 17..]

Dr. Selarion: … uhh so during the raid a few days earlier you shapeshifted into Scp-682 twice. Are there any other Scp’s you can shapeshift into?

Scp: yeah but i don’t know their names

Dr. Selarion: Understood. That’s all for now

[END LOG]

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[Hours Later]

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[ENCRYPTING]

Hour: 20:35

Date: 15th, April, 2025

Location: Site-00

In a dark room, a mysterious  man with a fedora hat covering his face with a shadow and a coat with different arms coming out of it. He’s sitting on his throne like chair

, watching the interview log. “Hmm, that's an interesting one,” he said.  Interwinning his fingers, putting the elbows on the desk.

“Assistant” he spoke up. The monitor made a “beep” sound before replying in a typical robotic voice “how may i help you?”. The mysterious man sighed before speaking “Open the Files of Scp-???, im very interested in that one”

The screen of the monitor lit up

“Progressing…... .please confirm identity” a hand symbol appeared on the screen of the monitor, implying a finger print scan. The man put his hand on a monitor, watching the scanner scanned his fingerprints. The monitor screen lit up for a few seconds before speaking

[Progressing…. Identity confirmed. Greetings Admin#1]

The mysterious man now identified as Admin#1 started reading the File. A few minutes later he stops reading for a moment to look to his side at his desk. It was quite messy, stacks of unfinished paperworks scattered across the desk, multiple coffee mugs spilled on some of the paperworks expressing his exhaustion and love for..coffee?

But one stood out. A small photo frame with the picture of….’Someone familiar’

Admin#1 took the frame, gently touching the picture.

“My dear brother, you won't stay dead for long. I promise. I will bring you back from death”

End of Chapter 2…

Chapter Text

1 month later

It's been a month. Scp-??? also known as Akira has surprisingly acted more and more cooperative and calmer. One day the higher ups made a risky move by promoting Scp-??? into a level-⬛ Researcher for being a potential asset. Scp-??? surprisingly but they stated their loyalty still lied to the chaos insurgency and might leave them once the chaos insurgency came. luckily they explained there is a 50-50% that they might leave or not. Basically it depends on how much connection Akira develops to the Foundation for not to betray our asses.

The Scp Foundation took the Risk. Just imagine it! An anomaly who can access other Scp’s memories and abilities by having physical contact. The Foundation could Learn more about the Scp’s past, how they were created, how they function, how WE can neutralize them! it would have been a waste of potential if we didn't hire Scp-???!!!

Scp-??? is given the nickname “Doctor Mimic” for the Professional work space.

Date: 12th, may, 2025

“Well, well, I heard you had beef with a few guards in the past week, eh?” said Dr. Selarion as he walked with Akira in the hallway. It was going to be Akira’s first observation on a test, even though they are now officially considered a Scp Foundation Researcher, they still had to keep the reality anchors for safety reasons.

“These annoying men” grumbled Akira, “well, what Scp do i have to observe with you?” questioned the little anomaly, rubbing their wrist those reality anchors caused really discomfort.

“ah , its Scp-682 *smirks* the one you shapeshifted twice” replied Dr. Selarion.  Soon they both entered the cell, Scp-682 cell being in a lower platform to ensure safety and keep the acid pool from splashing everywhere.

“yo , king of keter! How's going?” cheerfully shouted Dr. Selarion waving his both arms like tube/airdancher from car washing business.

Scp-682 turned to Dr. Selarion, annoyed from being woken up from its slumber. “What pitiful delusion drives you to believe you can raise me from my slumber, you insignificant wretch?” roared Scp-682. “Heh still the same edgy teenager behavior, doesn't matter. It's testing time!” explained the doctor.

In the 5 minutes range the acid pool was drained and Scp-682 was transported out of its cell. 

Item: Scp-173

Tissue Test Record:

N/A, overridden by O5-Command

Termination test Record:

Scp-682 was introduced into the containment area of Scp-173. Upon entry , Scp-682 emitted several load screeches immediately pressed itself against the furthest wall, locking its gaze at Scp-173

[LOG PAUSED - RECORDING COMMUNICATION]

Dr. Selarion: Fascinating, looks like Scp-682 already found the concept of Scp-173, am i right? (Dr. Selarion was registering the progress)

Dr. Mimic: hmm.

[RE-ESTABLISH MONOTORING]

For the next 6 hours, Scp-682 maintained unbroken eye contact. unmoving and tense.

[LOG PAUSED - RECORDING COMMUNICATION]

(*yawn* Dr. Selarion has been sleepy for the past 6 hours, observing the experiment)

Dr. Selarion: dawg, it's been 6 hours man, we need some action! …hey Dr. Mimic why arent you speaking?

(Dr. Selarion turned to Dr. Mimic, flabbergasted that they are LITERALLY sleeping on the ground)

Dr. Selarion: oh hell nah, you’re here to observe Not Sleep!

(Dr. Selarion forcefully woke up Dr. Mimic up)

Dr. Mimic *grumbles upon waking up*

Dr. Selarion: now. We need the visual disruption protocol

[RE-ESTABLISH MONOTORING]

Foundation Agents initiated the visual disruption protocol, briefly severing the observation and deploying precision measures to interfere with Scp-682’s ability to see.

When surveillance resumed, Scp-682 was found on the ground, showing signs of damage around its head and limbs. Scp-173 stood nearby, its “hands” faintly marked with traces resembling Scp-682’s external tissue. Scp-682 quickly regenerated and repositioned itself, now developing additional eyes across its body, shielded beneath clear, protective plates.

[LOG PAUSED - RECORDING COMMUNICATION]

(Dr. Mimic registered the observation in their clipboard)

Dr. Mimic quite magminicent (magnificent). Its adapting

Dr. Selarion: ah finally your taking duty seriously

[RE-ESTABLISH MONOTORING]

Despite the intervention attempts by Foundation staff, Scp-682 remained visually fixed on Scp-173 for an additional 12 hours.

[LOG PAUSED - RECORDING COMMUNICATION]

(Dr. Selarion sleeping on a coach he brought from the break room, snoring loudly) [wait how did he even manage to bring a large coach here?]

(Dr. Mimic drinking their 6th mug of coffee, [how they are not passed out from exhaustion and overdossing from caffeine is a true mystery even for me-]

Dr. Mimic: *sips coffee* …it's been 18 hours combined, still nothing significant to mention.

Dr. Mimic: *speaks to the Foundation staff through the speaker* the cross-testing has been uhh- un-continued wait no *reads paper* discontinued, proceed to transfer Scp-682

[RE-ESTABLISH MONOTORING]

It was eventually permitted to exit and successfully recaptured for temporary containment.

[EXPERIMENT UNSUCCESSFUL]

[Later]

Date: 13th, May, 2025

Since the experiment started at 13:30 and lasted 18 hours. It was now roughly 8:23 AM. Now Akira was eating their breakfast in the cafeteria, the eyebags under their eyes indicating 18 hours with little to no sleep. Dr. Selarion was interacting with his colleagues, Dr. Clef and Dr. Kondraki. Surprisingly he was very energetic despite the 18 hour experiment, as always Dr. Clef and Dr. Kondraki were arguing over the stupidest things imaginable but well it didn't matter. Akira didn't yet interacted with them. “So I heard of Scp-1765, what would that be?” asked Akira, eating their Sandwich.

“Oh these are the sisters, crazy bitches” answered Dr. Clef, munching on a tuna sandwich while arguing with Dr. Kondraki. “Not the best information to give” muttered Akira under their breath, also getting annoyed that Researchers and Guards were staring at their direction due the screaming match.

“Im outta of here” the little anomaly grabbed their tray, leaving to find another table to sit. One thing was clear, most staff shifted on their seats further. Of course it was natural, Akira still had a bad reputation with the raid one month ago.

As Akira was beginning to lose hope, one man spoke up “hey, young one. c’mere “ spoke out one MTF Agent, patting the seat beside him. Akira sat beside him with a tint of hesitation and murmuring a quick soft “Teşekürler” 

“No big deal, young one” reassured the MTF Agent. “...why are you nice to me?” asked Akira, not looking up from their sandwich.

“I don't see a reason to be mean to you, I know about your reputation but the other ones aren't any better.  Dr. Selarion for example, he caused multiple containment breaches, Dr. 

Kondraki once rode Scp-682. What i mean is, the staff is always judgmental but dont worry they get used to you eventually” responded the MTF Agent

Silence…

“Heh, im jackson smith, but people call me Agent Grey” raising his hand for a handshake. “...um, im Akira but people call me either scp-??? Or Dr. Mimic” in response they shook his hand. 

“Nice name, Dr. Mimic” he smiled, he was very polite for a MTF Agent. Akira hesitantly took a small box, giving it to Jackson as a gift. 

“You know, I think you might be a dear person to me. Jackson”.

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That was a mistake. A very big mistake.

[Incident Log Scp-???-1]

Scp involved: Scp-???, Scp-1765-2

Personnel involved: Agent Grey

Date: 20th, May, 2025

Location: Area-37

Description: on 20th of May, 2025. The Scp Foundation had launched another rescue mission attempt on Area-37, sending the now Former Mobile Task Force Iota-6 “Canvas cats” to rescue the personnel there. The MTF squad never returned, something happened that shouldn’t have never happened…..

The First Instance of Scp-???-1 occurred

It was 1 week later after Scp-??? Gave Agent Grey the small box. Agent Grey and his squad was dispatched on another rescue mission but unfortunately diverted to section-C, currently under Scp-1765-2. At the time of Entry, Scp-1765-2 was conducting her usual “experiments” on personnel, including MTF unit “canvas cats” and serpents hands. Scp-1765-2 appeared to take particular interest in Agent Grey, subjecting him to harsher treatment and torture than the others.

[Site-19 cafeteria - Live Surveillance Audio Feed]

Scp-??? Was observed calmly eating lunch in the cafeteria alongside Dr. Selarion, Dr. [REDACTED], Dr. [REDACTED]. The group was engaged in casual discussion, paying little attention to Scp-???. Out of nowhere, Scp-??? froze mid-meal. Without warning, their demeanor shifted - neutral expression replaced with cold intensity. The temperature in the room seemed to drop. Conservations ceased. Personnel nearby noted an overwhelming sense of uneasiness.

Without explanation, Scp-??? Stood up and exited the cafeteria. All attempts by security and MTF units to halt Scp-???’s progress was ignored.

[HelmCAM Footage from Agent ⬛⬛⬛]

Agent ⬛⬛⬛(via Radio): Control, this is Agent ⬛⬛⬛. Scp-??? Has entered Area-37. Repeat. Scp-??? Has entered Area-37. Over.”

Commander ⬛⬛⬛: “Acknowledged. Back up en route. Over-”

[Footage shows the main door at Area-37 burst open Scp-1765-2 is seen being forcefully ejected, landing several meters away.]

Agent ⬛⬛⬛: “Area-37 breach! Scp-1765-2 is out - we need backup immediately!”

Scp-1765-2 rose slowly, visibly disoriented. Her usual confidence faltered as she sensed a presence from within the building. 

Scp-1765-2: “hah! Only a fool would free me! I just need to free my sisters to continue our experiments”

Her voice trailed off as heavy footsteps echoed from behind the doorway, Scp-??? Who freed Scp-1765-2, emerged from the shadows, one hand gripping the metal doorframe with such force that it dented under their grip.

They stepped forward with silent intent, eyes unreadable, filled with quiet fury locking their eyes at her.

Scp-1765-2: “ Oi- back off…… heh. How cute, not smart of you releasing me luv.”

In an Instance, Scp-??? Was behind her. The next few moments were unclear due to [VISUAL DISTORTION] in the Footage. Audio captured muffed impacts, brief cries and the sound of metal groaning under pressure.

Personnel nearby could only observe in stunned silence while getting traumatized

5 minutes later…

Footage resumed to show Scp-1765-2 incapacitated and unresponsive. Scp-??? Clothes were marked with dust, debris and red staining, most notably at the ends of their braided white hair and mouth area.

Scp-??? Was observed standing silently at the entry of Area-37, carrying Scp-1765-2’s ‘unconscious’ body before throwing it inside the building. Scp-???  Muttered something in an unidentified language. Clearly sending a message to Scp-1765-1 and Scp-1765-3.

Shortly after, several previously missing personnel emerged from Area-37’s entry - among them, Agent Grey, severely injured but conscious. He was assisted by 2 Foundation researchers to the ward medical evacuation. 

Witnesses described Scp-??? Briefly smiling before laying on the ground from exhaustion.

The backup team who came due Agent ⬛⬛⬛’s distress signal stopped their tracks.

Agent ⬛⬛⬛: “you guys are late…”

Conclusion:

If Scp-??? Offers an individual a small box and refers to them as “, I think you might be a dear person to me” or something similar, that individual becomes an instance of Scp-???

Scp-??? Instances exhibit no anomalous properties of their own. Rather, they gain the unwavering protection of Scp-???, who treats the instances with exceptional care priority - similar to having a highly loyal and vigilant guardian.

If Scp-??? Senses that an Scp-??? Instance is in Life Threatening danger, they will take swift action to ensure their instances safety. Those who attempt to harm Scp-??? Instances in any way will meet with a decisive and violent response from Scp-???, though the details of such response is remained [DATA EXPUNGED]

The Foundation is still unsure what could also trigger Scp-??? Or Scp-??? Responses every time if the instance is harmed.

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[ENCRYPTING]

Location: Site-01

Hour: [REDACTED]

13 individuals sat in silence. The room is dimly lit, shadows obscuring their identities. A large round table dominated the space, a double-sided monitor resting at its center- both screens, now blank after the footage concluded.

They just witnessed the unredacted version of the incident. Every second. Every detail. None of it censored.

The atmosphere was tense…

‘Mysterious’ person Nr 12 muttered “what…was that?”‘Mysterious’ person Nr 6 raised his voice, disbelief laced in his tone “What kind of entity are we dealing with?!”

‘Mysterious’ person Nr 11 tried to calm him down “no need to yell”

‘Mysterious’ person Nr 13 just observed in silence

‘Mysterious’ Nr 12 in thoughts “they look familiar..”

‘Mysterious’ person Nr 1 stood, his expression unreadable in the half-light “Councilors, we will need to arrange a meeting with our new… scp ‘friend’. Effective Immediately. Dismissed”

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[ENCRYPTING]

Location: site-00

Hour: [REDACTED]

Admin#1  was in his office, reviewing the same log on a secure monitor. He burst out laughing, nearly spilling his coffee on his pants, “Hah! That’s funny as shit”he chuckled, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “I bet the O5’s are probably losing their minds right now.”

Silence returned for a moment, then his expression shifted slightly “But…they’re right. I should probably pay Scp-??? A visit…”

End of Chapter 3…

Chapter Text

2 weeks later…

Date: 3rd, June, 2025

It's been 2 weeks since the incident. Currently Akira was laying on a Medical bed in a private room. They were wearing a clean hospital gown, the blood and dirt from their body was washed clean.

But

The foundation was split in 2 after the incident. On one hand, the personnel saw Akira as a hero after the Scp-???-1 incident,  they definitely were the ones who didn’t have a high clearance level, they got the redacted, altered and toned down version. 

On the other side, the personnel with higher clearance level and got the half redacted version weren’t that…happy. But we wouldn’t want them talk about the incident, would we?

One Afternoon, Akira woke up “häh, was? What happened..?” they slurled their words, still quite dizzy.

After the little Anomaly felt better they sat up to see a sterile room, despite that it was decorated with flowers, because who doesn’t like flowers?

The teenager was knocked out from their observation as the door suddenly slammed open.  

“Akira! How's our little gremlin?” cheerfully shouted Dr. Selarion, energetic as always.

“Selarion! This is the third time this week you broke into Scp-???’s room you dumbass,  they’re still unconscious- …oh wait looks like they woke up. Nice”said one Researcher, he had dirty messy blond hair, a Hawaiian shirt, cargo shorts and flip flops with socks…? Yep, you guessed it. It's Dr. Alto Clef. Huzza!

Akira just looked with confusion “hää?”

“So, so, you’re this famous Scp-??? The one who- “ Clef took a step forward, before Dr. Glass stopped him “we are not allowed to say it, alto”

Dr. Clef made a “tch”  sound before agreeing. 

“...so who are you weird looking ass people” asked Akira finally getting to their senses. “Heh, we are the famous Researchers of the Foundation” said another researcher arrogantly, he had butterflies flying around him. Dr. Kondraki.

“...” Akira went to sleep again, clearly not caring about Benjamin's comment”

“HEY!” he shouted

“Heh, kid got some guts” replied Dr. Clef

“Well, let's not overwhelm Dr. Mimic. Come one change to your usual clothes. You still have to meet the other ones” said Dr. Selarion before gesturing to the other to give Akira some privacy.

After Akira got ready, they were requested by the Foundation to interact with each researcher… which happened on different hours, dates. Because let's get real, Akira wouldn’t even bother to show up if they had to talk for HOURS neither the researchers.

Still the researchers had very busy schedules so the interviews are at random times. 

File 1: Interaction Log Scp-???

Date: 3rd, June, 2025

Location: Observation Chamber-8

Personnel Present: Dr. Alto Clef

[BEGIN LOG]

*Dr. Clef enters the observation room holding a clip board, chewing a toothpick. Scp-??? Sits silently at the far end of the room, hands resting on their lap. Eyes locked, observing*

Dr: “Name’s Clef. I don't do shitty interviews, rather…curiosity checks.”

*Scp-??? Doesn’t respond at first, continuing eye contact*

Dr. Clef: “you don’t talk much, huh? That’s fine. I’ve had better conservations with walls. Smarter too.”

Scp-???: “... why did the interview need to be here? Couldn’t your broke ass rent the interview room, hmm?”

Dr. Clef: “HAH! How funny but no, I don't need to pay for rooms. I'm a level 4 sweetcheek, I can have anything I want. Regardless, you're still a Scp in my eyes. That's what you deserve”

*A pause. Scp-??? Shifts slightly but says nothing..for now*

Dr. Clef: “I’ve seen what you did in Area-37. I'm surprised in a good way, especially someone like, you managed to pull it off.

Scp-???: “I swear if you don’t stop insulting me, I will blow your brain with a Snipex Alligator”

*Dr. Clef stood for a second*

Dr. Clef: “You know about Snipex Alligator? Not so many people know about that rifle.”

Scp-???: “Of course, its my second favorite”

Dr. Clef: “how am I supposed to know that you're not saying it to seem cool- ?”

Scp-???: “anti-material rifle, 25 kg, 79 inch, 47 inch barrel, feed system five rounds of ammunition, 14.5x144mm, made in Ukraine,  effective firing range 4,000 m, maximum firing range 7,000 m, designed to penetrate 10 mm of armor plate distance of 1,500 m, first introduced in June 2020, officially adopted on 2 March 2021 by armed forces of ukraine”

*Dr. Clef stood in awe*

Dr. Clef: “I want to adopt you”

[END LOG]

Note: Do NOT let these 2 alone in a room ESPECIALLY in a room full of Guns!

File 2: Interaction Log Scp-???

Date: 5th, June, 2025

Location: Site-19 Caffeteria

Personnel Present: Dr. Kondraki

[BEGIN LOG]

*Dr. Kondraki is seated at the corner table with a tray of food. Scp-??? Is seated 2 tables over, silently eating, head slightly lowered*

Dr. Kondraki: "haven't seen you around besides a couple days ago. You one of Selarion's weird projects or a new ghost?”

*Scp-??? Doesn’t respond. Continuous eating slowly*

Dr. Kondraki: "Creepy and quiet, huh? Yep. definitely Foundation material.”

*Scp-??? Pauses. Their hand tightens slightly on the spoon. No expression*

Scp-???: “You came to insult me or something?”

Dr. Kondraki: “eh, Relaaaaaaaaax, just messing with you. I'm Benjamin Kondraki, yours?”

Scp-???: “people call me many names, mostly either Akira or Scp-???”

Dr. Kondraki: “What about Dr. Mimic?”

Scp-???: “people not used to it”

*A butterfly (Scp-408) flutters in, landing on Scp-???’s shoulder.*

*Scp-??? Reaches up very gently, letting the butterfly crawl on their fingertip, then lifts it back toward Dr. Kondraki. Butterfly flies back to Dr. Kondraki.*

Dr. Kondraki: “...huh”

*Scp-??? Returns to their seat, silent. Dr. Kondraki watches for several seconds*

Dr. Kondraki: “Okay! I like you. A person Respecting my butterflies gets my Respect. Dr. Mimic”

[END LOG]

File 3: Interaction Log Scp-??? (Psych Evaluation Attempt)

Date: 7th, June, 2025

Location: Site-19, Dr. Glass office

Personnel Present: Dr. Glass

[BEGIN LOG]

*Dr. Glass sits across from Scp-???, clipboard ready, expression friendly*

*Scp-??? Is seated, hands folded on the table*

Dr. Glass: “Let's begin simply. Do you understand why you’re here today?”

*Scp-??? Gives a small nod*

Scp-???: “Yes…uh first interaction thingy”

Dr. Glass: “Good. Now, we don’t have to speak if you don’t want to. Just tell me what you’re comfortable with”

*Scp-??? Says nothing. A brief pause. Dr. Glass writes a note*

Scp-???: “thank you…

Dr. Glass: “No problem, well, I've been told you’re…a little bit too protective. That's rare among anomalies. May I ask- why?”

*A long silence. Scp-??? Eventually raises one hand, places it gently over their heart. No words*

Dr. Glass: “...because you care?”

Scp-???: “... I don't want them to end up like me…being in a situation with no help, no one to help you, no one to hear you scream. I don’t want them to live the same fate as me” 

Dr. Glass: “That’s all for today. Thank you.”

Scp-???: “Thank you for being nice. Simon Glass”

*Scp-??? Stands up and gives a small bow before being escorted out. End of Session*

Dr. Glass: “Huh, I don't remember telling my name…”

[END LOG]

Note: Dr. Glass requested no follow-up sessions, stating: “they communicate more with silence than words ever could”

File 4: Interaction Log Scp-???

Date: 8th, June, 2025

Location: Site-19, interrogation room

Personnel Present: Dr. Gears and Dr. Iceberg

[BEGIN LOG]

*Scp-??? Is already seated at the table when the 2 researchers enter*

Dr. Gears: "This will be a basic Introduction. Respond only when necessary.”

*Scp-??? nods*

Dr. Iceberg: “We’re not here to threaten you. Just Interaction. Name?”

Scp: “People tend to call me Scp-??? Or Dr. Mimic”

Dr. Iceberg: “Noted”

Dr. Gears: “Quiet as always. Akira”

Scp-???: “Yes…still emotionless after these years i see, Charles Odgen Gears.”

*A Pause. Dr. Iceberg turned to Dr. Gear*

Dr. Iceberg: “You two know eachother…?”

Dr. Gears: “Positive”

*Pause*

Scp-???: “Heh, after these years you’re still a pain in the breach.”

Dr. Gears: “I swear on the O5’s cold heart…Akira. Stop”

Scp-???: “Fuck No! Even after these years you still don’t see me as a Person! I have seen Cognitohazards less ANNOYIN than you.”

Dr. Iceberg: “Holy Thaumiel! I didn’t sign up to interact with your emotional arguments. This Interaction is over.”

[END LOG]

Note: Dr. Iceberg requested to do  the Interaction with Dr. Gears rather than alone. Probably he loves Dr. Gears “a little” too much…

Note: when asked, both parties refused to explain how they knew each other.

File 5: Interaction Log Scp-???

Date: 11th, June 2025

Location: Site-19 Library

Personnel Present: Dr. Rights

[BEGIN LOG]

*Dr. Right enters the room holding a clipboard and calm demeanor, Scp-??? Seated on a beanbag, reading a book (probably warrior cats)*

Dr. Right: “Good afternoon, I'm Dr. Rights”

Scp-???: “...ok”

Dr. Right: "I'm not here to test you or prod you. Just here to talk”

*Pause*

Scp-???: “...talk?”

Dr. Right: “Yes. About how you’re feeling, about your experiences here or even the lunch menu”

Scp-???: “the soup is…too salty”

*Dr. Right chuckles softly*

Dr. Right: “Noted. I’ve read your file. I know you’re not comfortable around many personnel…well except for Selarion.”

Scp-???: “most look at me with disgust, fear or expectations from me but you don’t..why?”

Dr. Right: “ Because I know fear isn’t always useful”

*Pause*

Scp-???: “You…remind me of someone”

Dr. Right: “A good someone, I hope?”

*Scp-??? Doesn’t answer directly but slowly nods*

Dr. Right: “that’s a start”

[END LOG]

Note: Please change the Soup because holy Keter duty, it's too salty and bring PIZZA TUESDAYS- oh wait tuesdays was for tacos…bring back PIZZA WEDNESDAYS!

End of Chapter 4…