The Price of Glory

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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment unit. Security footage of SCP-XXXX’s cell is to be monitored 24/7 in the case its abilities spontaneously re-manifest. SCP-XXXX is to undergo weekly counseling with Dr. Waters.

Items found on SCP-XXXX's person on 08/11/2018 are to be stored in anomalous item storage, testing pending.

Description: SCP-XXXX is former foundation employee Dr. Angel Rosas. SCP-XXXX has the ability to transport to any dimension of its knowledge at will. This was discovered on 08/11/2018 when it attempted to transport back to its’ home dimension (see below), unable. SCP-XXXX was discovered in its office unconscious with a laceration on its chest. On the ground next to SCP-XXXX was a file filled with notes on several Foundation personnel from Site-107. Upon waking, SCP-XXXX was questioned about this, to which it answered honestly.

SCP-XXXX originates from dimension KOPX-L4W5-9923, and was employed at The Foundation of its home universe. SCP-XXXX explained that it was here to gather data about this universe, and was to report to its home universe at the end of each day. For more information, see Addendum.

Currently, SCP-XXXX is unable to transport across dimensions due to an incident with its' coworkers. For more information, see Addendum.

Addendum: SCP-XXXX Interview

INTERVIEW LOG


Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
 
Interviewer: Dr. Marvin Waters

Foreword: The following interview took place on 08/20/2018.


<Begin Log>


Dr. Waters: Hello there. I don't believe we've met. I'm Dr. Marvin Waters.

SCP-XXXX: You're all gonna call me SCP-1234 or whatever. But, my name is Angel. Not a manly name, but eh. Some kids used it as an insult before they learned it was my real name back in my childhood. Then they went to "Ghost Boy". [laughs] I've said too much. Is it midnight? Ask any of my friends here, I talk a lot at night…

Dr. Waters: [chuckles] It's quite alright. Sometimes humans overshare when in situations of stress, it's an odd thing we can all understand. Back to the point. I'm going to ask you some questions, okay?

SCP-XXXX: I know how this works.

Dr. Waters: Alright, then. First question; What exactly did you record? It's been noted that you have recorded on SCPs, anomalous items, and personnel from Site-107.

SCP-XXXX: I uh, wanted to know the smartest personnel, and the most impressive items and anomalies here.

Dr. Waters: That leads me to one of my other questions, your motives. I'd like you to explain your exact motives behind behind coming here. I've been informed that you have listed the basics, but I know there's more to it than that.

SCP-XXXX: I… guess there's no point in hiding it. I was gonna have to share eventually, so might as well do it now. We're gonna have to go a bit back, in order for things to make sense.

Dr. Waters: Alright, go ahead.

SCP-XXXX: It's a bit of a long story, so I hope you've got time.

Dr. Waters: I have all night.

SCP-XXXX: [nods] I've got a loose idea of how time works here, so… a few years ago. We'll start there.

SCP-XXXX: All staff members of the Foundation knew the tale of Agent Nicola D. Hammerstrong. Years ago, it would translate to about… fifteen, maybe sixteen years for you. It was rumored that she discovered the elusive SCP-OOA— the true one, not one of several proposals that had been made over the years. What was SCP-OOA? The meaning of life— the reason we're all here, why all galaxies and dimensions exist, and why things function the way they do. This was never confirmed, as it was extremely confidential information. How the rumor even began is unknown. All that is certain is that everyone believed it. As soon as it spread, so did rumors surrounding it. They said that the O5 Council now had high expectations for each and every employee. None of us actually heard it from the O5 ourselves, no one heard anything from them. Again, another rumor we had no base for. But we believed it. Efforts to outshine Agent Hammerstrong went from playful competition to harmful sabotage. All that mattered was being better than her, and not what it took to do so.

SCP-XXXX: I was around 25 at the time it was discovered— SCP-BELR, so about… five years ago? I think. BELR is a first aid kit with tools that can alter Hume levels. It was considered very useful for extra-dimensional exploration and experimentation. I didn't think much of it at first, we didn't do much extra-dimensional work, everyone was focused on finding the gems that this world had to offer. Which in my opinion was stupid. Other worlds had much more opportunity for being amazing— completely different items and people, it was all in the mystery for me. People didn't share the specifics of their plans in fear they'd be stolen by others. To be fair, this has happened. Researcher Bells slipped the fact that she had discovered the existence of an anomalous species of frog that could paralyze anyone for up to half a day to a coworker she thought she could trust. He sought out the frog, and claimed the discovery work as his own. Many knew he hadn't discovered it, but there was nothing that could be done. Long story short, the paranoia of plagiarism held by many was realistic.

SCP-XXXX: Back to focus. I preferred to focus on what existed outside of this universe. I wasn't part of the extra-dimensional research department, apparently I wasn't smart enough. Bullshit to me. I thought they were just trying to push me away because they knew I was fit for it. That type of shit happened all the time. People got denied jobs they were fit for in fear over overruling the competition, or so to speak. I'm not some hero, I completely agreed with this when folks better with spiritual anomalies than me tried to join my department. Everyone thought this way. It was normal. This was about… uh, two years ago I believe. I started two years ago. I decided that I was done being pushed to the side when I found a list of nearby dimensions. I was determined to find a way to get to them. This is when I remembered BELR. I wasn't really sure how, but I knew that this kit could make dimensional travel possible. I just needed to alter my Hume levels. So I tried every item in the kit.

SCP-XXXX: If it jabbed, stabbed, patched, grabbed or wiped, didn't matter, I tried it. Feeling fatigued, I'd used every item. It was time to see if it worked. I took out my copy of the dimension list, and focused on getting to another one. After a moment, I was outside of what appeared to be another Foundation site. Maybe it just transferred me to another site, I thought? I realized that if I was in another dimension, they wouldn't know who I was, and I'd have to reapply to the Foundation. I played it safe, deciding to set myself up to be sought out from the foundation. I was good with extra-dimensional stuff, so I played on that. Yadda yada yada, I got appointed by the Foundation. Phase one was complete. I was hoping I could easily transfer back, and I could. No one seemed to even know I was gone. As the months passed, I collected data, laughing internally as my co-workers boasted about their new discoveries, when I knew I had one much bigger. I became cockier than I'd ever been. All insecurity that follows most of us had seeped away. That was until very recently, Robin caught me transporting.

SCP-XXXX: Suspicious, upon my arrival, she knocked me out, and measured my Hume-levels. They were above 430. She didn't care where I had went; all she knew was that I had anomalous abilities, which meant I had an advantage. Robin knew this little secret of mine would piss others off, so she told others at the site. They weren't happy. Essentially what went down was they were trying for force me to tell them how I did it. I refused to answer. Jacob remembered BELR, and brought the kit to me. He said I had to tell him and the others how I did it with BELR, and that I wasn't convincing them I didn't use it. Although I was admittedly frightened, I wasn't going to let this be the downfall of my pride; that's why I didn't transport away here. Robin took out a reality stabilizer, threatening to take away my abilities. This is where I let my common sense come in, and I transported away. Just as I did, though, she zapped me with the stabilizer. That's why I'm stuck here.

SCP-XXXX: [takes a deep breath] That's pretty much why everything happened the way it did.

Dr. Waters: That is… a lot too unpack. But, thank you for sharing. This was very helpful to know, I think you answered about every question I was gonna ask. One last question.

SCP-XXXX: Go ahead.

Dr. Waters: When we found you in your office recently, you had a laceration on your chest. How did you get this? It doesn't appear that you were injured in transportation before that day.

SCP-XXXX: [pauses] I took a few of the things from the kit with me. When transportation didn't work, I got… desperate. I stabbed myself with the scissors on the off chance one of the items being used while attempting transportation would work. It didn't. [pauses] I really just shared all of that.

Dr. Waters: Well I appreciate that you opened up to me.

SCP-XXXX: You don't understand— why did I do that? I've spent seven years hiding myself from people. And I just said everything!

[SCP-XXXX begins to tremble.]

Dr. Waters: It's alright, I promise. I think you're just anxious.

SCP-XXXX: If they were to know I exposed myself like this— I'd be done for! Everyone would try to exploit me! Wh-what have I done?

Dr. Waters: You're not back home. You're here, where we're glad you told us. Your coworkers aren't going to find out about this, not unless you tell them, which seems unlikely.

SCP-XXXX: [pauses] You're… sure?

[SCP-XXXX takes a deep breath, and its trembling ceases.]

Dr. Waters: Yes, I'm sure.

SCP-XXXX: Okay. [pauses] Over here, there is no competition. I've been here for a few years, and no one has tried to one-up me, or anyone else. It's so weird to see containment actually come first. it's just… so hard to believe. I'm so used to containment hardly mattering, as long as you're the first one to find the next best anomaly.

Dr. Waters: The change of environment must have been strange.

SCP-XXXX: It was. But, I liked it. I actually enjoyed my job for once.

Dr. Waters: That's nice to hear.

SCP-XXXX: I'll be appreciating the work done here from a different angle, now, but I'm at least glad I got stuck somewhere that cares about doing the job. It's… comforting.

Dr. Waters: I'm glad to hear that.


<End Log>


Closing Statement: N/A

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