Location three hours prior to occupation by SCP-XXXX in Pennsylvania
Location three hours prior to occupation by SCP-XXXX in Pennsylvania
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is uncontained and poses a high risk of civilian exposure in the Southern and North-Eastern areas of the United States of America. Any location inhabited by SCP-XXXX is to be completely covered in a large tent. Locations containing SCP-XXXX are to be monitored at all times to prevent civilian entry.
All Waffle Houses are to be equipped with smoke detectors retrofitted with gamma radiation detection capabilities and linked via satellite to Site 11.
SCP-XXXX is to be provided with Foundation personnel posing as diners to provide an enriched environment. Employees working at the location of an instance of SCP-XXXX are to be amnestized and informed that the building is currently undergoing repairs.
In the event that SCP-XXXX is discovered by any members of the general populace before MTF Upsilon-11, "Avalon's Wake" can arrive on-site, Class A Amnestics are to be administered to all witnesses. If necessary, MTF Upsilon-11-A will generate a cover story citing intoxication as the cause.
Description: SCP-XXXX is a humanoid with distinct avian characteristics and stands approximately 180 centimeters tall with a wingspan of 3.4 meters. Analysis of SCP-XXXX's visible phenotypes and coloring places it in the Corvidae family of birds, specifically Cyanopica C. Cyanus1.
SCP-XXXX manifests in franchise locations belonging to Waffle House, primarily in rural areas with low populations. After 60 days, SCP-XXXX will anomalously relocate via teleportation at exactly 2300 hours local time. All attempts to halt a relocation event have been met with failure. SCP-XXXX generates low levels of gamma radiation between 5-7 hours before its manifestation in new locations.
Any person present at a relocation site is temporarily unable to perceive any differences between SCP-XXXX and the normal staff beyond a difference in attire. This effect lasts between 5-7 minutes after a manifestation. In contrast to standard Waffle House uniforms, SCP-XXXX wears a vintage Waffle House uniform circa 1975 with a nametag reading "Julia."
Additional Materials:
For the purpose of brevity and due to the sheer volume of some records, many interviews are only available in paper or audio form from the Site 11 Records Department. Included are several interviews deemed important enough for inclusion.
Interview - 002
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Alexandra Virgil
Foreword: Interview was conducted after a data corruption in the previous interview. [2/17/2009]
<Begin Log>
Dr. Virgil: I'm sorry to trouble you, but we didn't seem to get everything correctly last time, so I'm going to be asking you a lot of the same questions.
SCP-XXXX: Oh that's no trouble. I haven't seen a soul but you tonight.
Dr. Virgil: Last time, you mentioned your manager. Who would that be? Could you describe him for me?
SCP-XXXX: I'm afraid I don't remember too much. I think he had wings, but not like mine.
Dr. Virgil: I think I know what you mean. Does The Purgatory Society mean anything to you?
SCP-XXXX: Is that some sort of weird ball? I'm afraid I don't know of many "societies" outside of New York City. Is it new?
Dr. Virgil: Noted. That's actually very helpful. Now, do you remember how long you've been moving between Waffle House locations?
SCP-XXXX: Moving? I haven't been moving. Don't tease me like that, I've been here in Cania this whole time. But I've seen sooo many faces, so I guess it would feel like I was traveling around the world again.
Dr. Virgil: I'm sorry, but according to our records, Cania doesn't exist on any maps. Could you describe the location geographically?
SCP-XXXX: Well, I can't seem to recall that.
SCP-XXXX fans itself with a menu.
SCP-XXXX: I'm quite sorry.
Dr. Virgil: We'll come back to that later with some maps. Is there anything you'd like to tell us about yourself? You don't seem to talk about yourself with anyone we've sent in here. Why is that?
SCP-XXXX: It's hard. Whenever I try, I just can't find the words anymore. I used to talk about myself a lot, but when I got this job I just kinda stopped. It's like its hiding behind a door and I don't have the key anymore. I'm sorry. How is your day going, darling?
Dr. Virgil: Well enough, thank you. That should be all we need for tonight. I'll be back tomorrow with some maps so we can help you get back home, okay?
SCP-XXXX: Thank you, Miss. Just one question.
Dr. Virgil: Yes, SCP-XXXX?
SCP-XXXX: Ever since you guys showed up, I don't ever see anyone new. Are you some kinda detectives or something? Did I do something wrong? I didn't hurt anyone, right?
Dr. Virgil: I can't answer that, at least not right now. But unfortunately, until we get more things cleared up, things are going to stay this way.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: The following night, SCP-XXXX was presented with maps depicting the world, the United States, and several states and asked to identify where it was from. SCP-XXXX was unable to. Subject showed no knowledge of any other country in the known world.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Researcher Alicia Sherman
Foreword: Following Interview 001, Researcher Sherman requested to follow up on SCP-XXXX's mental condition. [8/5/2009]
<Begin Log>
Researcher Sherman: Um… hello, SCP-XXXX. My name is Researcher Sherman, Team Psychiatrist, and I will be conducting this interview today. Is there anything I can get you before we start?
SCP-XXXX: Oh I'm just right as rain, darling. And you can call me Julia if you'd like.
Researcher Sherman: Sorry, I'm not sure I'm allowed to do that… For clarity at least.
SCP-XXXX: Is this your first interview, Ms. Sherman?
SCP-XXXX tilts its head to the left and looks Researcher Sherman in the eyes.
Researcher Sherman: Um.. yes. Sorry. But anyways. Do you remember anything prior to working here?SCP-XXXX: Hmmm, I can't really remember. I know I spent a lot of time looking in this fine gilded mirror. I was so vain back then. But I don't remember why. I'm pretty sure I've only ever looked like this but the person looking back at me looked so different. Like you…
SCP-XXXX pauses.
Researcher Sherman: What do you mean "Like me?" Can you define that for me?
A teapot whistles in the kitchen and SCP-XXXX stands and walks towards the origin of the noise. After two minutes, it returned carrying two cups of tea.
SCP-XXXX: Chamomile? Tea is the proper drink for ladies after all.
Junior Researcher Sherman nods, accepting the tea.
SCP-XXXX: I mean human. I think. It's all so blurry.
Researcher Sherman: Do you remember anything about what you did? What your job was?
SCP-XXXX: I'm not…
SCP-XXXX shudders and blinks rapidly.
SCP-XXXX Were you saying something, dear? I'm afraid my mind drifted off a little there.
Researcher Sherman: I was asking you about your job. Before this.
SCP-XXXX: Before here? I've always worked here. I think.
Researcher Sherman: Let's move on. Why are you here?
SCP-XXXX: I'm here because it's my job, silly. Now tell me about yourself. When you're not asking old women a lot of questions, what do you do?
Researcher Sherman: I have a little house that I fill with a bunch of cacti and cats. But I'm not there very often.
SCP-XXXX: Ooh, I just adore cats. With their little paws and whiskers and tails.
SCP-XXXX giggles.
SCP-XXXX I used to have a little spoiled brat named Eleanor.SCP-XXXX gazed into the distance for several seconds.
SCP-XXXX Would you mind bringing in some pictures for me?
Researcher Sherman: I'll have to ask Dr. Virgil about that. Can you tell me anything about Eleanor?
SCP-XXXX: She was as white as snow and a little cuddle bug. I miss her dearly.
SCP-XXXX again shudders and blinks rapidly.
SCP-XXXX So what are your cat's names?
Researcher Sherman: Are you okay, SCP-XXXX? Every time I ask you about your past, you stop talking and then forgot our conversation. Is something wrong?
SCP-XXXX begins crying.
SCP-XXXX I-I-I don't know, Miss Sherman. It feels like there's somebody in my head watching me. Please help me, I'm scared.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: SCP-XXXX was unable to answer any questions after this point.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Researcher Alicia Sherman
Foreword: Continued testing regarding SCP-XXXX's mental state. [7/30/2010]
<Begin Log>
Researcher Sherman: Good morning, SCP-XXXX. How are you doing today?
SCP-XXXX: Oh, I'm doing just swell. Dr. Virgil decided that letting staff members visit me would be interesting or something. Now, I've got to feed them too? These hands aren't cut out for manual labor.
Researcher Sherman: Oh come on, surely you're getting sick of only seeing me.
SCP-XXXX: Get sick of you? Darling, you're my only friend amongst all those stuffy scientists. You actually seem to care about me.
Researcher Sherman: Well, what do you mean by that? I can't be your only friend.
SCP-XXXX: You care. Those people out there look in this room like it's a zoo. I bet they cared once too. Maybe life will beat it out of you too.
Researcher Sherman: Don't be so negative about it. You've got me and I'm here to help.
SCP-XXXX: SCP-XXXX smiles weakly. Well, Ms. Sherman, should I grab us some tea so we can start our little chat?
Researcher Sherman: I'd like that a lot. Is there a place we can sit?
SCP-XXXX: Of course. Would you follow me to the corner booth?
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Researcher Sherman and SCP-XXXX spoke for several hours without note.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Researcher Sherman
Foreword: Interview conducted in regards to the past and origin of SCP-XXXX. [8/17/2010]
<Begin Log>
Researcher Sherman: Hello, this is Researcher Alicia Sherman conducting Interview Eleven with Juli… I mean SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX: Well, darling. Either name is fine with me. It's just fantastic to talk to somebody. Those people they send in are such bores.
Researcher Sherman: Laughing. I swear they do send the stuffiest people in here, don't they?
SCP-XXXX: My Lord, do not get me started on Jay. I've never met a more droll man. He's like Edison without the wow. Or Tesla without the shock and awe. He droned on to me for an hour about how his new filter or gasmask or whatever would be the next step in "portable air filtration" technology.
Researcher Sherman: Oh, Dr. Anderson? He keeps trying to get the junior staff to test it out. After poor James ended up in the hospital with the superflu after a botched test, we all turn him down on sight.
SCP-XXXX: He's just like the girls I used to socialize with. Blah blah blah this blah blah blah that. So boring and noooo sense of fun. All they wanted to do was talk about themselves when there was sooo many more interesting things to do.
Researcher Sherman: What did they want to talk about?
SCP-XXXX: Oh, stuff about how "My husband's having an affair." or "My son came down with Scarlet Fever." Why would I care?
Researcher Sherman: Well, what did you talk about instead?
SCP-XXXX: Mostly how I was doing, or the drama in my life. I was a very busy woman. Eventually, they stopped asking and then they stopped showing up. A bunch of fake friends.
Researcher Sherman: Did you ever think that they wanted you to listen to them and comfort them?
SCP-XXXX: Did I what?
Researcher Sherman: Everyone has this desire in them to be known and know others. It's what builds communities. Helps grow relationships. If you didn't let other people talk to you about their problems, then you deprived them and yourself of that bond.
SCP-XXXX: I'm not sure I follow you.
Researcher Sherman: All they wanted was for you to be there to support them. The death of a child? A ruined marriage? Julia, that's life-changing stuff. And you just ignored them.
SCP-XXXX goes silent and stares into the distance.
Researcher Sherman: Julia?
SCP-XXXX: Sorry, but I've never been one for advice. What was I supposed to say? I've never been cheated on. I never lost a child. If they wanted some pity, they should have asked somebody who knew what they were going through.
Researcher Sherman: That's uh, really harsh. Do you really think you couldn't have done anything to make their lives a little easier?
SCP-XXXX: Maybe, but what would it even have done? I can't bring back the dead or make a cheating husband stay true.
Researcher Sherman: Every little bit helps, and I'm here to help you work through that, so maybe we can learn a little more about how to help you.
SCP-XXXX: Darling, how do you expect me to fix mistakes I made almost a century ago?Researcher Sherman: Well, we start by fixing now. How about we do an… uh exercise in advice. I've got a problem and maybe you can help me with it
SCP-XXXX: I don't know, I'm not sure what I could even help you with. Dressing like a lady? I don't think Dr. Virgil would let you wear a dress in here.
Researcher Sherman: Laughing. How about this. Remember that house we talked about? Full of cacti and cats?
SCP-XXXX: Yes. You bring me another picture of Nacho every time you visit.
Researcher Sherman: Well, there's somebody living in that house, who I have been trying to convince to propose for like… four years now. Now a high society lady like you would surely know how to get somebody to pop the question, right.
SCP-XXXX: Oh a man? Ms. Sherman has her eye on a fella and he's already moved in? What did your parents say?
Researcher Sherman: Well, I haven't talked to my parents since I was sixteen. They made it clear they didn't want me in their lives.
SCP-XXXX: Why's that, darling?
Researcher Sherman: Because I… uh, like women. I live with my girlfriend.
SCP-XXXX: Oh, that's um…
Researcher Sherman: This was a mistake, I'm sorry I asked. I'll uh go now.
SCP-XXXX: Darling, wait. I'm not pausing because I'm homophobic, heaven forbid. I'm pausing because I don't have the words to describe how angry I am at your parents.
Researcher Sherman: Wait, what?
SCP-XXXX: Just because I was born in the 1800s doesn't mean I've got a Civil War mentality about everything. In fact, my late husband was a man after Edward the Second's own heart.
Researcher Sherman: Um who's that? I'm not well versed on the monarchy.
SCP-XXXX: He was a king who filled his courts with attractive young men.
Researcher Sherman: Ohh ah. That makes sense.
SCP-XXXX: But as for you. I have no clue how to help you. Have you asked other friends of your same… persuasion?
Researcher Sherman: Yeah, they don't know much about it either.
SCP-XXXX: Hm. How about this. Force her hand. Plan yourself an exotic vacation, and plan to go to the most romantic places in the city and then hopefully, she'll take the hint.
Researcher Sherman: But what if she thinks I'm gonna propose?
SCP-XXXX: Well, just keep doing it until she gets the message.
Researcher Sherman: Hahaha, I like that. Thank you.
SCP-XXXX: Any time, darling. That felt really good.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Researcher Sherman and SCP-XXXX continued to talk for several hours without note.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Alexandra Virgil
Foreword: Interview conducted to follow up on SCP-XXXX's origins. [12/4/2010]
<Begin Log>
Dr. Virgil: Good morning, SCP-XXXX. I've got some more questions for you.
SCP-XXXX: I don't mind. Any company is good company.
Dr. Virgil: Are you alright, SCP-XXXX? You seem off.
SCP-XXXX: Well, frankly I'm getting tired of your questions. Every few days, it's this or that. At least Ms. Sherman has the decency to talk to me.
Dr. Virgil: Well, Researcher Sherman has been transferred off the project. I am unfortunately all you have.
SCP-XXXX: What! Why?
Dr. Virgil: Getting friendly with SCPs is a breach of protocol.
SCP-XXXX: You can shove your protocols up your… you know what, nevermind. What do you have to ask me today, esteemed Doctor?
Dr. Virgil: What is the Purgatory Society? You know more than you're telling me.
SCP-XXXX: Oh, I don't know, Doctor. Why don't you tell me?
Dr. Virgil: Well, we know that they trade "a ticket to Heaven" for anyone willing to return to Earth and serve a penance. And that's all. I need you to tell me anything you know so we can stop it.
SCP-XXXX: Well clearly, Doctor, it's not as big of a problem as you think. Look around you. This is world full of the worst kinds of people and you're here in a Waffle House asking me why I didn't want to risk Hell. Apparently I'm not as big of a problem as you think I am.
Dr. Virgil: So you do know something.
SCP-XXXX: Of course. What fool could sign away their soul and not remember the deal? I'm here until I complete my penance.
Dr. Virgil: Then what's your penance? Do you have to serve enough people adequate waffles or something?
SCP-XXXX: Darling, if I knew, do you think I would still be here? As much as I'd love to leave here so you can get back to hounding two-bit street magicians like the sorry excuse for a scientist you are, I'm currently not going anywhere.
Dr. Virgil: Well, why would you lie? We're only here to help.
SCP-XXXX: Well, if you woke up with foggy memories almost a century in the future and some strange men in lab coats showed up and told you they were "here to help," I doubt you'd be as willing to share as you think.
Dr. Virgil: But you were so… convincing. We were all worried about you. You seemed like you were under extreme pain.
SCP-XXXX: It's called acting. I was an actress. Did you fall all over yourself for these crocodile tears?
Dr. Virgil: It was cruel.
SCP-XXXX: Oh like you aren't? You're not here to help me. You want to imprison me. To study me.
Dr. Virgil: So we can help you. Don't you understand that?
SCP-XXXX: Oh, I do understand. I've got all the cards and you need them. But I'm not gonna play my hand until I get something in return.
Dr. Virgil: I can't do that. Not unless I know the conditions of the deal.
SCP-XXXX: Alright. If you bring back Ms. Sherman, I'll tell you everything you want to know about the Purgatory Society. Every time she and I talk, I'll let you know a little more. But, she can't know about our deal. Or this conversation.
Dr. Virgil: I can't do that. The transfer order came from above me. I wanted her on the team.
SCP-XXXX: I know you'll find a way. You're resourceful. I could tell when I first saw you. I've got an eye for that.
Dr. Virgil: I'm on thin ice as is for not flagging Researcher Sherman myself. I can't bring her back just like that Dr. Virgil snaps her fingers.
SCP-XXXX: How about this. I'll give you one tidbit for free, as an incentive.
Dr. Virgil: I'm listening.
SCP-XXXX: They told me about you. That you'd be along to fetch me.
Dr. Virgil: What else did they say? Who told you that?
SCP-XXXX: Now sweetheart. Do I look like the kinda girl who would give it all away on the first date?
Dr. Virgil: Please, tell me more. This information could save lives.
SCP-XXXX: Give me what I want, and I'll spill it all. Though I must say, you look awfully young to have done all the things I've heard about you.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: SCP-XXXX has refused all interviews following this incident. Dr. Virgil has submitted a request for the reinstatement of Researcher Alicia Sherman to her team.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Researcher Alicia Sherman
Foreword Procedural Interview regarding SCP-XXXX's mental health. [3/8/2011]
<Begin Log>Researcher Sherman: Hello Julia. Shit, I mean SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX: Well how do you do, Ms. Sherman? It's been too long.
Researcher Sherman: Oh, you're telling me. I've missed you a lot.
SCP-XXXX: And I you. How'd you spend your time?
Researcher Sherman: Pretty good. I've served my reassignment just rewriting our old interviews for the database. So they can just read through it.
SCP-XXXX: Well, that sounds like quite a chore. Why, we've talked for hours at a time. Just thinking about it makes my wrists ache.
Researcher Sherman: Laughing. Don't worry. I only have to write down things that might be important later. Most of the stuff we say isn't even gonna make it on the transcripts, let alone the database entry.
SCP-XXXX: Sounds like some people don't like reading.
Researcher Sherman: Tell me about it. How have you been? Did Dr. Virgil give you those books and movies I bought?
SCP-XXXX: She did! I'm still getting the hang of that television. All those little buttons and these feathers don't mix well at all.
Researcher Sherman: I'll see if I can find a remote with bigger buttons for you.
SCP-XXXX: Alicia, you're a saint.
Researcher Sherman: Well thank you. I do have some good news and some bad news though.
SCP-XXXX: Give me the bad news first, would you? Makes the good news sound better.
Researcher Sherman: Unfortunately, I'm going to be going away for a few months. Not to another project. Just on leave.
SCP-XXXX: Please tell me I'm not going to have to talk to Jay again.
Researcher Sherman: No, don't worry. But the good news is… I think she's gonna propose! We're going to Paris!
SCP-XXXX: Did she catch the hint when you went to New York City? And did you find my old home?
Researcher Sherman: I think she did. And you're not gonna believe this, but the people who owed it rent it out nightly for something called AirBnB. I think we might have stayed in your old room.
SCP-XXXX: Please tell me you brought pictures.
Researcher Sherman: Well of course. Researcher Sherman removes several photographs from a manila folder.
SCP-XXXX: Well, I must say. I abhor what they've done with the place.
<End Log>
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Doctor Alexandra Virgil
Foreword: Paired interview with Interview 15
<Begin Log>
Dr. Virgil: Was that what you wanted? She's back on the team.
SCP-XXXX: Well, Darling, I knew you could pull it off. Never doubted you for a second. Now what would you like to discuss?
Dr. Virgil: I want to know about your past. I could care less what you tell Researcher Sherman or anyone else, but I need to know the truth.
SCP-XXXX: Well, I don't blame you. It's an inspiring story.
Dr. Virgil: My career is on the line, so it better be a good one too.
SCP-XXXX: Oh you better believe it. I was the youngest of eight children, born in some shithole in South Carolina. We were poor, but we weren't happy as some people might want to think. Every one of us blamed each other for our problems…
Dr. Virgil: According to our notes, you were a socialite. We have an address, a name. We even have a death certificate. Why are you continuing to lie?
SCP-XXXX: Don't be hasty. I'm not done. I meet my destiny when I wandered into good fortune, literally, in the form of a very gay bachelor from New York. I saw a perfect fool in him, desperate to not out himself to the masses. He wanted me as his disguise, I wanted him for his wealth. We were each other's tickets out of terrible situations.
Dr. Virgil: A fool?
SCP-XXXX: Until his dying day, he never realized I knew he was gay, let alone from the start. He thought he'd strung along a lovestruck patsy to sit by him and serve to deflect accusations of homosexuality. Instead, he'd been caught instead in my web.
Dr. Virgil: And what did you do to him?
SCP-XXXX: Oh, I did nothing to him. His own lifestyle of drinking, drugs, and wanton promiscuity killed him before he was 45 and I was left a massive fortune at the age of 26.
Dr. Virgil: Wow, that's actually impressive. In a terrible and cruel way.
SCP-XXXX: I know, I seek to impress. I had a taste of this life of riches and I did everything in my power to hold it, lest it slipped through my fingers. I became a maven of business, my fingers crawling through New York. Mob Bosses paid respects to me when I passed them.
Dr. Virgil: How did you manage that?
SCP-XXXX: If you don't know by now, I'm sure you'll never learn. I'm cold, I'm cruel, and I don't care what you or anyone else thinks of me.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: SCP-XXXX stopped talking at this point and resumed reading a book. Dr. Virgil considers this a success.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Researcher Sherman
Foreword: Standard psychiatric check-up on SCP-XXXX.
<Begin Log>
Researcher Sherman: Hello Julia! How are you doing today?
SCP-XXXX: Well I'll be. If it isn't Miss Sherman. I haven't seen you in a few months.
SCP-XXXX looks at Researcher Sherman's left hand.
SCP-XXXX Well well well. Looks like the future Mrs. Sherman was right.
Researcher Sherman: "Mrs.?" Oh don't be silly, I'm not married yet. And you were right, Paris was incredible.
SCP-XXXX: Now I must know, am I invited to the wedding? I'm expecting a very nice invitation, you know.
Researcher Sherman: I'll have to ask Dr. Virgil.
SCP-XXXX: Dr. Virgil can be such a stick in the mud sometimes if you want my opinion. Though I cannot for the life of me imagine her in a dress. Shall I take you to your normal booth?
Researcher Sherman: Sounds lovely. Is tea on?
SCP-XXXX: Of course, dear. Now if you'll follow me.
Researcher Sherman follows SCP-XXXX to a corner booth and sits down while SCP-XXXX grabs two cups of tea from in the kitchen.
SCP-XXXX: So. What are you thinking about for the wedding? Spring? Summer?
Researcher Sherman: Actually, we picked Autumn. Sometime next year.
SCP-XXXX: Well, why are you waiting, dear? You already live together. You can't get much closer than that without a marriage certificate.
Researcher Sherman: Well, I'm worried that they won't let me take off again. I used all my sick days and my vacation time.
SCP-XXXX: Well, how about this. If you ask me, Dr. Anderson has never taken a vacation day in his life. Maybe you should talk to him.
Researcher Sherman: Is that more advice? You're turning into a font of wisdom more and more every day.
SCP-XXXX: SCP-XXXX attempts to mimic a Southern accent. I do believe you have insulted my family's honor, Miss Alicia. I will meet you in the parking lot for pistols at dawn. I must avenge this egregious assult on my re-pu-ta-tion.
Researcher Sherman: I'm not teasing. You're getting better at it.
SCP-XXXX: And yet all my attempts to make you a sullen wretch like me have failed. Truly, Ms. Sherman, you have an incorruptible spirit.
Researcher Sherman: Well, I will take that as a compliment. Let's get down to brass tacks now. We've goofed off long enough, they'll probably switch me to hourly.
SCP-XXXX: Fire away, Ms. Sherman
Researcher Sherman: Well, and please don't take this the wrong way, but it's come to my attention that you haven't been completely truthful with me. That you remember more than you've let on. I won't lie, it hurt a little, but everyone deserves a little secrecy or privacy.
SCP-XXXX: Who told you.
Researcher Sherman: Nobody in particular, I've just heard you've been having more memories of your life before and I was wondering why you hadn't told me about them.
SCP-XXXX: SCP-XXXX visibly get less tense. Oh that. Sorry Darling, I was afraid something bad had happened.
Researcher Sherman:
SCP-XXXX:
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<End Log>
