[SCP] 3 – Interview

[A/N: If you have any suggestions for how I can improve dialogue, let me know, if you have any other suggestions, just comment below]

[Friday the 13th, 2005]

[Interviewer: Doctor Elizabeth Curie - Level 3 Personnel]

[Interviewee: SCP Anomaly #3539 - Containment Class: Euclid]

[spoiler]Used a currently unoccupied SCP number, if it's taken in the future I'll change the number[/spoiler]

SCP-3539 was currently contained in furnished interrogation cell ##, handcuffed to the metal table at the center of the room.

Observing SCP-3539 through a one-way mirror, Doctor Curie, a senior Level 3 Scientist, was assigned to be the interviewer of 3539. Stationed outside the cell, were two armed guards, while two more Guards were in the Observation room.

Sitting in the cell, was a Humanoid with deathly pale skin, pitch-black eyes, with small white pupils.

3539 was wearing a black hooded duster, outlined and outfitted with metal. On its hands, it wore Metal Greaves with sharp fingertips, theoretically allowing 3539 to claw or stab a target with its greaves. Underneath the duster, 3539 wore a buttoned-down black t-shirt, black cargo pants, and black boots.

At approximately 9 AM, 3539 entered the town of ##### in Canada, where 3539 proceeded to walk through the small town and enter a diner, where Agent ## was eating their breakfast. According to Agent ##'s report, when 3539 entered the Diner, an overwhelming sense of fear and dread assaulted everyone in the building. While whistling, the SCP is reported to have focused on the food served in the diner, remarking its hunger for 'meat.'

Alerting the Foundation, Task Force ## was dispatched to apprehend 3539 and was successful in doing so, with no causalities or injuries reported. From there, Task Force ## escorted 3539 to site ## where 3539 was placed in its current cell.

To ascertain where 3539 came from, and what 'it' is, Dr. Curie was assigned to be the Interviewer of SCP 3539.

...

Looking around the cell I found myself in, I couldn't help but whistle.

I didn't expect the Foundation to honor my request, but it appears they have since the cell I found myself in seemed to be furnished like it was a small apartment room.

Even the chair I found myself in was thick wood reinforced with iron or steel.

The only things that seemed out of place were the metal walls, floor, and the metal table where I sat.

I couldn't wait to see where this would go, smiling as I watched the door across from me open, revealing a woman wearing a Lab coat and two guards with rifles.

Standing behind her, the door closed and the woman sat down with a clipboard and pen in hand.

Looking over her, I noted that she was pleasing to the eye, and while showed signs of being middle-aged, there were more signs that she took care of her health and skin.

She had long blond hair and was wearing glasses, her figure was more thin than anything else, with her breasts being of modest size, but no larger than C-cup.

She noticed my gaze and sent a frown my way.

"Whatever you are doing, can you stop that?" She simply asked.

"I am just examining you," I innocently replied.

She scoffed, "Not that, I am talking about this...aura of yours."

"Aura?" I asked, confused.

Was that why they seemed so afraid of me?

Now that I knew about it, it was surprisingly easy to fix, due to the [I Wear No Mask] Perk.

I didn't change anything about my appearance, I simply hid my 'Aura,' as she called it, which seemed to lift a weight off of their shoulders, as they visibly relaxed and sighed.

"There, is that better?" I asked, with a calm smile on my face as I raised my hands and clasped them together on the table.

While they may have relaxed, they certainly didn't put down their guards, as I noticed that the guards were ready to shoot at a moment's notice.

"So, you have your questions, and I may have your answers, however, I will not answer anything that I do not wish," I informed her, seeing how she would react if provoked.

"You may not reveal all of the answers now, but you will eventually, whatever secrets you may hold, the Foundation will eventually find out," She told me, her belief in the SCP Foundation clear in her voice.

"Whatever you say, doctor," I shrugged, leaning back in the chair, yet leaving my hands on the table.

"Hit me," I told her.

Not replying, she started with her first question, "Where are you from?"

"Earth, Texas, specifically," I answered truthfully.

Writing that down, she continued the question, "Where in Texas?"

"I was born in northern Texas, in a small town not far from the state line separating Texas from Oklahoma," I answered, wondering how much trouble I'd be causing them whenever they started trying to find information about me that simply didn't exist in this world.

"Any specific names for this...town?" She asked, looking up from her clipboard.

I simply smiled and stayed silent.

Sighing, she moved on, knowing I wasn't going to answer.

"How did you end up outside of Hull?"

"By walking, how else where I to get there? I don't own a car, let alone a bike," I sarcastically replied.

Writing something down, she moved on to the next question.

"What are you?" She finally asked.

I smiled, "I am but a simple Ơ̷̛̭͉̱͓̈́̋̎͂̃͝ͅu̵̙̰͎̲̩̤͈͔̺͙̩͆̽̊̈̔̈͐̚͝t̷̪͓̪̳̀̒͊̇͑̑̽̅̀́̀̓̕š̸̖͖̝̑͒̇͊̓̋̒̌́̐͒͆̀͠ḯ̶͔̩̞͈͚̄̈̄͝͠d̵̛̜̝̝̭͖̟̔̍̑͒̈́͐̅ẽ̷̡̛̛̳͓̱̻̰̥̳̬̩̊̑̐̀͑̄͝r̸̨̧͓͖̹̜͖̙̠̄͛͐̀͝͝

With the last word the room seemed to vibrate, and I noticed that I did not even speak the word in English, but in some other language, one that was far more complex and...Eldritch in nature.

The others seemed to shiver and pale upon hearing it, but I felt nothing.

"W-What, what was that?" The doctor asked.

"Your mind wouldn't be capable of understanding nor comprehending it," I answered with a shake of my head.

Sure, the foundation would be aware of parallel dimensions due to the Dimensional Hopper, but I doubt they'd be happy to learn that their entire multiverse was created by a community of humans that wanted to create all kinds of horrors, god-like beings, or straight-up monsters. Don't get me wrong, for all the darkness that was the SCP universe, there existed a select few 'Good' SCPs, though they were not as mainstream as the more dangerous SCPs, having a lot less fame, though I guess 999 would hold a bit of fame due to its good-boi behavior.

Man...now I wanted to meet him. I certainly needed the pick-me-up he offers, like the good-boi he is.

Hearing me sigh, the woman who was still pale sent me a questioning glance, looking back at her and away from the roof where I was lost in my thoughts, I spoke, "Next question, please."

Gulping, the woman calmed herself and regained her professionalism.

Eyeing the camera recording this entire interview at the top corner of the room, I knew that they'd probably have issues trusting me with some of my actions, but frankly, they wouldn't be able to contain me through normal means.

Once I had a handle on my powers and my Omen, I would be able to traverse the world without interference. Not to mention I doubt their reality stabilizers would be able to stop me from escaping to my dimension if need be, though I had no way to test that theory.

I had a whole host of tests I wanted to try, especially when it came to my abilities that came from my Outsider and Pyschopomp Heritages, making me essentially an Eldritch Death God, though nowhere near the strength of anything that could be described as being a true 'God,' capital G.

Coughing, the Doctor interrupted me from my thoughts, "I am sorry, can you repeat that question? It seems I got lost in my thoughts," I asked with an apologetic smile.