BEGIN LOG
Dr. Wardings enters the room and seats himself at the table.
Dr. Wardings: Good morning, SCP-2758-A. I'm Wardings. That's with a D, not an N. I'd like to apologize for the methods used by your previous interviewer; she is not from a department with expertise on your type of anomaly, and was only temporary coverage until I could be reassigned.
SCP-2758-A: She was fine.
Dr. Wardings: Okay, good to know. Now, would you please disclose your legal name?
SCP-2758-A: [SENSITIVE INFORMATION REMOVED]
Dr. Wardings: Okay, give me a second.
Dr. Wardings is equipped with an information records laptop, and is transcribing this interview as well as searching for relevant information.
Dr. Wardings: Yes, alright. Is your Social Security Number ███-██-████?
SCP-2758-A: Uh… I think so? The first three sound right. I never memorized mine, my mom did.
Dr. Wardings: Are you underage?
SCP-2758-A: No, I'm 18.
Dr. Wardings: Okay, thank you. And what was your Wikidot username?
SCP-2758-A: [SENSITIVE INFORMATION REMOVED]
Dr. Wardings: Alright, I'll let our agents know. Now, are you able to provide details on the nature of the thaumaturgic symbols your peers created in order to achieve this result?
SCP-2758-A: We scanned all the drawings when we invented them. They're on the flash drive.
Dr. Wardings: The flash drive? Is this the one you were holding in your hand when the process took place?
SCP-2758-A: Yes. You have it, right?
Dr. Wardings: No, we do not.
SCP-2758-A: I guess it went wherever my clothes went.
Dr. Wardings: Can you draw these symbols from memory?
SCP-2758-A: Most certainly not. It's very hard to remember what they look like. It's probably memetic.
Dr. Wardings: Not likely. If you cannot provide details on the symbols, may I ask what the purpose of the flash drive was?
SCP-2758-A: Information. We put everything on the wiki on it, even the low-rated stuff. Jimmy said that even though it's not part of the four elements of living — like what I was telling Wickerford — information is key. Without information, we don't have anything to input into our thoughts, anything to perceive with our senses, anything that makes us aware we exist. Without that flash drive, I would have just ended up stuck in the in-between forever, no reality defined for me to exist in.
Dr. Wardings: I see. And did you intentionally seek out this room in Site-42?
SCP-2758-A: 42? I was hoping I'd end up in 19. I haven't even heard of Site-42.
Dr. Wardings: Okay. What is crucial to understand is that your reality construct's fiction — while offering many parallels in naming conventions and operations — is in almost all cases not a concrete indication nor transcription of real Foundation activities. Whatever individual, project, SCP object, or otherwise that you were seeking out in 19 likely does not actually exist. Does this make sense?
SCP-2758-A: I mean, I'm going to believe whatever you tell me, I guess. You're the real deal, literally speaking.
Dr. Wardings: Understood. What was your specific intention when you and your peers created this anomaly?
SCP-2758-A: I don't know. It's like I told her.
SCP-2758-A gestures to the door, presumably referring to Researcher Wickerford.
Dr. Wardings: You had no reason at all? Not even just to see if you could?
SCP-2758-A pauses for several seconds and looks at the floor.
SCP-2758-A: Jesus, I guess I should suck it up. Okay. I just hate my life, alright? It was the same as any other dumb shit young and miserable people do. I hated my life, I saw an escape, I took it. I don't know how else to say it. I'm bored and depressed. I just graduated high school. I'm- Am I rambling?
Dr. Wardings: No.
SCP-2758-A: Okay, and- So that's my life, I don't have the drive to do shit and I just get lost in fiction. I'm not really good at anything, or at least I don't think I am. I'm decent at writing, I guess. I procrastinate on my real obligations, I don't socialize off the internet… I'm just exactly the stereotype of my generation, I guess. The future just sounded so miserable. Like I'm just supposed to go marry some woman and have kids and spend the rest of my life paying off college loans and some fucking mortgage, with an 800 credit score and no real impact made. What a fucking life, right? Money, money, money. I guess my mental health got bad enough that I thought bringing myself here was a better option than keeping on trying to live out there. And if it didn't work, well, it would've been just us embarrassing ourselves in private.
Dr. Wardings: And what did you consider this option to be? I don't believe you elaborated with Wickerford regarding what your expectations were, here.
SCP-2758-A: I thought I would replace the character I'd written for myself. Just some low-level researcher working in 19. I didn't want anything special, I just- I thought I'd just instantly gain awareness. As myself, maybe even without the memories of the other life. When Jimmy said he thought he knew how to make it work, I didn't question it.
Dr. Wardings: I see.
SCP-2758-A: I think I thought this was where I really belonged. That maybe the universe was giving me hints through fiction at how to get where I would be happy. That the site existing in my world was just a beacon for anyone who could figure out the puzzle and get through to your world. It felt like the most freeing thing I'd ever done right up until I could tell it was working, and then I was scared, and then it was too late, and now it's permanently too late.
SCP-2758-A pauses.
SCP-2758-A: I mean, it is too late, right? Even if you amnesticized me and put me back just like normal, you don't know of any way to reverse it, right?
Dr. Wardings: Our department has tried to reverse construct overlaps, trust me. Especially when a human anomaly is involved. Time and time again. Once you miss that initial point — the point at which the first observer witnesses the anomaly — the chance of being able to reidentify the foreign construct's Scranton signature and induce enough of a localized refraction to handle switching something corporeal back over becomes nearly impossible, and exponentially so as time progresses. Think of it like planets aligning; you have to do it within that window. Narrowly missing your trajectory is still missing it.
SCP-2758-A: But with the orbit analogy, does that mean in a certain amount of time we could have another chance? And then again after that, in a loop?
Dr. Wardings: I won't lie; we don't know. The issue with the concept is that we wouldn't know when the window is going to pass again, and we can't keep that sort of containment equipment running constantly when the issues at hand destroy the equipment. For whatever reason — likely the iffy thaumaturgic knowledge of Jimmy, it seems — your reality tries to pull you back if you leave this room. You're not quite dedicated to this reality. You're not fully here, but you're most certainly not there either, and this room appears to be the halfway point for you.
SCP-2758-A: So I can either not exist at all, like in that awful in-between space, or exist solely in this room.
Dr. Wardings: It would appear so, yes. We attempted several times to remove you manually through the use of Scranton Reality Anchors and other such devices, but they're not able to differentiate between this reality and yours because they're too similar. Most crossover events are from entirely foreign realities — foreign concepts, foreign locations, things very noticeably different from our construct's traits. Thus, the Scranton signature is vastly different, and devices can properly identify the reality to which they should be anchored. But in this case, if Scranton signatures were colors, ours is red and yours is blood orange, or ours is purple and yours is violet. The anchors can't tell the difference, and thus, they can't isolate you.
SCP-2758-A: Okay. I suppose that makes as much sense as anything I've read.
Dr. Wardings: Understood. And if at any point you would like to speak with another member of Multi-U, a representative of the Ethics Committee, or a task force agent assigned to your reality construct who may be more familiar with your background than I, please inform one of us.
SCP-2758-A: A task force agent?
Dr. Wardings: [SENSITIVE INFORMATION REMOVED] Your site account will have to be passed off as a sockpuppet of a banned user, for instance, lest your missing status be questioned.
SCP-2758-A is visibly agitated.
SCP-2758-A: Oh Jesus, please don't do that. That's the only reputation I have left. I mean, fuck, that's the only way I still exist, really. It's not like my parents will file a missing persons report when they just finished telling me I need to fuck off out of their house.
Dr. Wardings: Please, don't panic. I suspected you might be uncomfortable with that, and I've already proposed an alternative method for dissuading against other users trying what you and your friends tried.
SCP-2758-A: Oh. What?
Dr. Wardings: You will be informed if Information Security deems it acceptable. Now, if you don't have any questions for me, I'll be out of here to write this up.
END LOG
Notes: SCP-2758-A's legal name and SSN match those of a Level 2 junior researcher assigned to SCP-████ in Site-19. The researcher in question is 23 years old with the same birth date as SCP-2758-A: a difference of five years. Neither individual is to be made aware of this. -JW