INCIDENT-2669-C VIDEO TRANSCRIPT:
Foreword: Due to an unforeseen shortage of qualified employees, many containment procedures for Site 21-Q are compromised. From 4/65/999 through 4/72/999, certain containment procedures are temporarily modified for operation with a skeleton staff. A D-Class with an appropriately cooperative psych profile is selected to perform the late Agent Kid's SCP-2669 inspection routine.
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[Security footage taken from SCP-2669 quarantine chamber shows D-2232 entering through the security airlock and observing his surroundings.]
D-723: Okay, I'm inside. Not seeing any big crates. Lots of other stuff though, looks kind of like my cell if it doubled as a lab or something.
Dr. Bones: [Speaking through intercom from observation room.] This is the decontamination chamber. You'll be spending a good deal of time here after you're finished with your inspection.
D-723: Decontamination, huh? Sounds... ominous.
Dr. Bones: Please proceed through the next airlock.
[Security cameras lose sight of D-723 as he proceeds through the primary airlock, then focus on him again as he emerges within the main containment chamber.]
D-723: I can see the crates, they seem pretty normal to me. Ugh, it's freezing in here. This suit doesn't help at all!
Dr. Bones: Stay focused and this won't take long.
D-723: [Advancing into chamber.] Alright, taking a closer look. [Pause as D-723 examines the crates.] One of these things isn't in good shape, doc. It's rusting pretty bad.
Dr. Bones: Not seeing any rust on my end, 723.
D-723: It's only rusting on on the side facing away from the camera... There's something on the floor, too.
Dr. Bones: What is it? Is it moving? Don't touch it.
D-723: [Recoils] Moving? Why would it-? No, it's not moving. It looks like some kind of pale fluid.
Dr. Bones: Did you touch it?
D-723: No.
Dr. Bones: Please exit the containment chamber.
D-723: [Retreating] With pleasure.
[D-723 passes through the primary airlock into the quarantine chamber, where he is instructed to remove his suit and follow a vigorous decontamination and testing process. Test details have been redacted. Tests are re-administered every thirty minutes.]
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Dr. Bones: Alright D-723, it's been thirty minutes.
D-723: How many times do I have to do this?
Dr. Bones: I'm afraid I can't give you that information.
D-723: Not even that, huh? Fine. I'll do your stupid tests again.
[D-723 proceeds with testing procedures, and fails conclusively. D-723 is hereby referred to as SCP-2669-1]
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SCP-2669-1: Oops.
Dr. Bones: Not the result you were hoping for?
SCP-2669-1: Not exactly, but I can't say I'm surprised.
Dr. Bones: Who am I speaking to right now?
SCP-2669-1: That's a complicated question.
Dr. Bones: Then let me try a different one. Is D-723 still-
SCP-2669-1: You mean _____ _____? Oh yes, he's here. In a way. [SCP-2669-1 laughs]
Dr. Bones: You're being deliberately obtuse, aren't you?
[SCP-2669-1 spreads its lips, revealing significantly more teeth than usual.]
Dr. Bones: What are you?
SCP-2669-1: Just an ambassador, really. Think of me as a messenger. [SCP-2669-1's mouth does not open during this vocalization, it's origin is unknown.]
Dr. Bones: Where did you come from?
SCP-2669-1: So many questions, so few answers. It must be frustrating. Almost as frustrating as being trapped in an icebox, wouldn't you say?
Dr. Bones: Are you trying to negotiate?
SCP-2669-1: [Emits an unusual keening sound that suggests multiple vocal chords.] Oh, if only. I CAN be reasonable, you know? But no, this fellow and I have seen enough of your organization to know I'm not getting out of here. At least, not like this.
Dr. Bones: I'm willing to speak to my supervisors on your behalf, if you'll answer a few of my questions first.
SCP-2669-1: [Exhales sharply, and its ribcage seems to collapse, cracking loudly before expanding again with a wet noise.] You would say that, wouldn't you? How about a little sign of trust? I'm awfully hungry.
Dr. Bones: I thought you just ate.
SCP-2669-1: I did.
[There is a significant pause.]
Dr. Bones: I'm afraid I can't authorize anything until I've confirmed your guaranteed cooperation.
SCP-2669-1: Guaranteed, huh? Guess there's little chance of me getting that last meal then, present company excluded. But I could hardly really appreciate my food when I was just a few cells swimming around, could I?
Dr. Bones: At this time, I am authori-
SCP-2669-1: Oh cut the bullshit. You're not authorized to do anything but destroy me, of that I'm certain. Which is a shame, because I could really help you.
Dr. Bones: Why would you help us?
SCP-2669-1: Why indeed? [Spine appears to be gradually sagging.] You think I don't know what you do here? Please. [Fur begins to change color as its face contorts and shifts, spasming in what appears to be pain as its facial features begin to resemble the late Agent _____ ______, who participated in Incident-2669-A as part of the initial retrieval team.]
Dr. Bones: [Indistinct voices in background.] I... I see.
SCP-2669-1: Do you? I doubt it. If you did, you'd let me out of here.
Dr. Bones: You say you're willing to help the foundation. How?
SCP-2669-1: Oh I didn't say I was willing. I said I COULD. [Subject's skin ripples, and there appears to be something squirming below the surface.]
Dr. Bones: Ah.
SCP-2669-1: [EXPLETIVES EXPUNGED]
Dr. Bones: What is it you've been doing with yourself?
SCP-26691: Stretching. It's usually a lot more in-depth than this. I've been holding back, for your sake.
Dr. Bones: My sake?
SCP-26691: Yup. As surprising as it may be, I do in fact in possess the concept of manners. {SCP-2669-1 chuckles, face shifting in a manner that suggests the skull is no longer entirely intact.]
Dr. Bones: Well, I appreciate your restraint, but it's not necessary.
SCP-2669-1: I could help you with a lot of other things too, you know, If you'd let me. Or give me the slightest opportunity. [Face appears to be widening, forming an additional eye in its forehead.]
Dr. Bones: I think there's been a misunderstanding as to the meaning of the word "help".
SCP-2669-1: I assure you, there hasn't been. [Face now splits into two separate heads, each forming complete sets of facial features. Faces appear to be that of D-723 and Agent ______. It giggles with both of its mouths, each possessing its own set of vocal chords.]
[Doctor Bones immediately alerts the 05-Council of the apparent likely exposure of Agent ______ to SCP-2669. A retrieval team is dispatched to recover her for testing.]
Dr. Bones: Explain.
SCP-2669-1: [Speaking with both mouths] You will not understand. Tortured, incomplete, you are not ABLE to understand. Offered the greater whole, you see the loss of the lesser. Offered communion, you see only extinction. [Subject rears onto hind legs, spine abruptly folding backwards as its abdomen bursts with a spray of acid at the quarantine airlock.]
[At this point Dr. Bones orders activation of the incineration fail-safe.]
SCP-2669-1: You poor savages will never embrace salvation. [Remains on two legs and begins striding towards airlock, hind hooves splitting apart into pronged appendages that act as feet]
[A tentacle erupts from SCP-2669-1's gaping abdomen, possessing some of kind of suction cup and spine. The tentacle attaches itself to the security airlock and appears to begin pumping some kind of fluid. As it does, it's heads appear to wither and collapse on themselves, being slowly re-absorbed into the subjects body.]
SCP-2669-1: [Speaking through a newly formed skinless jaw protruding from what was previously its chest.] I will have to force it into you.
[Subject sprouts three long insectoid limbs which pierce outward from the skin of its sides. The newly grown limbs embed themselves into small holes in the security airlock, made by the previously ejected acid. At this point it is confirmed that SCP-2669-1 has breached the first airlock door, and site-wide emergency quarantine countermeasures are initiated. Seconds afterward the incineration failsafe activates, and security footage depicts the quarantine room bursting to into an inferno. Subject is observed flailing against the airlock door and screaming until the fire causes security cameras to cease functioning. The quantity and volume of shrieking voices is recorded to steadily increase until rising levels of heat cause a critical malfunction in audio recording equipment.]
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