There is more information that I wrote for this that I'm currently keeping out for three reasons
1) This article could be better shorter, i don't want to ruin the first impression by putting lots of support documents in right away.
2) I want feedback on the additional ideas before i add them, because i think it has a lot of potential, and i don't want to mess it up right away.
3) I'm not sure how to present the ideas of The Hospital. I'm torn between putting them in there, leaving them out, or putting them in but keeping it very vague. Also I'm not sure if the idea that all doctors attack is a good one.
ok heres the extra stuff in rough draft form.
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-415 is to be kept in human class living quarters, with freedom of movement, although a guard by the door should note its coming and going in a log book. The only places it is not allowed to go, for its own safety, are on site medical clinics, operating theaters, and experimental surgery rooms.All of its requests for luxuries should be meet if reasonable and do not compromise Foundation security. Try to fulfill its demands, as it is a voluntary committee and has been highly cooperative. Be warned, as it is human, sympathy and emotional attachment are likely. To avoid this common problem, see psychological guidelines chapters 3-5, and design guard examinations and mental heath sessions around the advice given aside. However, this should not be done with a focus on preventing assisted escape attempts, for, due to reasons mentioned above, this is unlikely.
Addentunm 413-B Infiltration of Site 17 by the group tracking SCP-413 is possible, as they possess mechanisms currently unknown to us that allow them to warp space and physical matter. Unfortunately, given the fact that they can melt through solid matter and appear, it seems, almost anywhere at will, it is currently impossible to bar them complete entrance. However as they keep to a pattern of only visiting after long intervals of time, or when the need is particularly pressing, sometimes going 3-4 months without coming, they do not interfere to much with our research and security.
These interlopers appear to be doctors bent on removing SCP-413's organs, tissues, and blood. They often arrive at night, when SCP-413 is alone and sleeping, and then strap him down, and begin the long horrendous process. Often times they are shrouded in shadows as they loom over him, and provoke extreme terror in those watching and the victim. It is extremely difficult to contact SCP-413 at this point or try to rescue him, as communications are cut of, the room is darkened and light sources dampened, and doors become impossible to open or break down, although the process can be interrupted (as of the first time the visitations happened; when the torture was stopped when one of the agents shot at the glass window repeatedly, causing The Doctors to disappear) After these attacks SCP-413 is left in a perilous condition, often times requiring extreme medical attention just to survive.
Although it is not always the same group of invading personalities that visit, (occasionally new characters are introduced, or the rooster is mixed up a little bit) several common manifestations have been observed so far. Here is a partial list.
(we know there names from their friendly references that the squad makes. They seem to all hold each other in deep professional respect, and their pleasantries are quite horrific in the context)
Doctor Cranker: a bald headed man with a pointy beak nose and one foot long fingers.
Doctor Jubilee: a gigantic obese man with a golden tint to his skin and a high pitched giggle.
Doctor Stiker: A muscular Asian with multiple tattoos and body piercing
Mr. Mobius: A pale, pallid man with unruly hair and dark tinged eyes. He is apparently the leader of the group.
Doctor. Vander: A short redhead with filled teeth.
Doctor. Figerald: A taller lanky man with stubble and wiry gray hair. Seems to hair a liking for human flesh.
Doctor. Skygeon: A man dressed in scrubs with a large surgical mask that is never removed. He eyes are incredibly large and buggy; they start at the beginning of the mask and extend to the top of his head, making them the only thing seen on his face.
Nurse Blud: A women with a a painted on with lipstick smile.
Nurse Grapper: A women contorted at odd angles with deep dry slices on her arms. She is missing her eyes.
Head Nurse Cleft: An authoritative, almost motherly figure.
Although these assaults are out of our control, there is a second effect engineered by the group that can be averted, mainly, the compulsive for staff members who deal with the practical side of medicine (those who study theory do not seemed effected) to mutilate and harass SCP-413. This seems to affect doctors,nurses, and surgeons if they spend large amounts of time with SCP-413 in a informal setting, or even just a short few moments will examining him, giving him any number of treatments, or especially operating on him. A darker aspect of their personality will manifest while they are working, taking them over subtly, slowing diverting them from their original good goal of what they were suppose to be doing. and causing them to attempt to remove SCP-413 organs in a sadistic manner(although this is not always their number one concern,, sometimes they focus more on the great delight in the pain they cause him then any coherent manner) Subject will never remember the event, only the vague feeling that what they were during was right, and justified, like they were furthering some kind of vast conspiracy that was taught to them early on in the beginning of their profession and they repressed. Soon they will become uncooperative, secretive, and will often begin developing sociopathic traits, which starts as nightmares, emotional deadness, increased pleasure in putting others in agony, and will end in them channeling their madness through the venue of torturing their normal patients. In the midst of the psychosis , several traits can been noticed
Complete Apathy.
The possessed will always be wearing white lap coats, even if they didn't have any on before or it is not part of their uniform.
If there is more then one doctor, they will refer to each other in a extremely polite and courteous manner, almost always sticking to their title and then last name.
Physical alterations; tools have become part of their body, the object they were holding will often meld into their arm or become their hand in the middle of the episode. Frequently seen are scalpels replacing fingers,large blades or saws growing into arm, or in the case of nurses, syringes covering the body. In one case, an entire fine manipulator machine attached to the engineers operating it, the claw fussed to the two mens shoulders, and the proceeded to use it to beat SCP-413. After the effected are separated from the scene, thee objects fall of or disappear, except notably in the case of Doctor Neede who still possess surgical scissors for hands.
Knowledge of some sort of previously unknown mission.
Joy in torture.
A liking of blood and gore, often using it to decorate the room or themselves.
Although this has not been observed by us, SCP-413 reports that the doctors he met on the outside often acted sympathetically towards him, staring at him sadly and proclaiming that they were "just during their job" or felt sorry for him.
Despite all these shortcoming and difficulties, it is still possible to research SCP-413, here is simply a set of prerequisites that most be averted. He should be kept away from anyone performing a sufficiently complex anatomical procedure in his presence, only experimented on in short intervals and during periods when his organs aren't fully regrown yet, reducing the incentive to torment him, and in the ideal situation, investigated by untrained members of the team or Class D personnel receiving instructions from afar.
DOC C:
LOG OF INTERVIEW 413-X15
Doctor Bessler: So, would you like to start at the very beginning and tell us how you got in this predicament?
413: Yeah, sure. Well, um, I was visiting a hospital to arrange giving a kidney to my mother, she needed one after her accident, and I was there just to get some checkups to see if she'd reject it or not, if everything would work out OK. This is like one of the first times i ever been to a hospital, i was always a healthy child, and even then I was there to help someone else, not myself, so they're reintroducing me into the system, during lots of paperwork. And they giving me all these new tests, when suddenly one of the nurse's looks at a sheet that was printed of from one of the checkups, it was the results for something, just the statistic, i still don't know what set them off, and then shadow comes over her face. Like she was suddenly thinking deeply about something… worried. So she shows it to her colleges, and they all go quiet and look at me, curiously.
Doctor: Bessler: What happened then?
413: She tells me to wait there, to have a seat, and then she leaves. When she comes back a couple a minutes later, she weird looking guy comes in. I don't remembering seeing him before in the hallways or anything. He has this huge shock of black hair and really thick eyeliner on. Freaky. He introduces himself as Mr. Mobius…
Doctor Bessler: And?
413: Um, yeah, he shakes my hand and then takes me into a another smaller room, more like a office. We sit across from each other and he starts asking me really detailed questions about my childhood, and my life in general, all the while leafing through papers spread out in front of him. He even has this portfolio that has my birth certificate and starts examining it in comparison with other slips. Then, he just looks at me, saids fascinating, and comes at me with this chloroform rag while hissing. When I wake up (shrugs) when i wake up I'm sitting on a toilet in a stall in the hospital, my torso stitched up and completely emptied out. Like scooped out, like as guard or a pumpkin.
Doctor Bessler: Did you know at the time what had occurred?
413: No, i just felt really tired and groggy. I somehow made it home and sleep for like three days. I had no energy, man. After a week, i dragged myself to work after they called about 100 times and somehow started to get better.
Doctor Bessler: But when you were fully recovered, they came again.
413: yes. It was like they knew where i lived. Like they marked me, my home, the places I went. I was walking along the sidewalk and then I fell this blow to my head. I came to freezing in a blood covered snowbank. This happened three or four times after that. Still i couldn't really remember what was happening, its was all foggy and I think I kind of just wanted to forgot, so I thought I was just sick. I was getting pretty worried though. This illness, weakness off and on. So finally, thinking maybe I have something really wrong with me, I mean collapsing in the middle of the street, it seemed pretty bad, I went to my family doctor, guy I've visited for years. I trusted this guy, and you know what he does, he sits me down, halfheartedly looks me over, and then gives me a bottle of anti-depressant. "just accept your lot in life" with this sorrowful frown on this face "these nothing you can do to chance it. Just go about you life as best as you can. don't aggravate them" By then i was really confused and decided to stay with my parents a little bit, leave town, get a fresh breath of air. But when i pull out of the city on the main road leaving i get pulled over and this cop asks for my license. And then he saids "you're a organ donner" but invests all this special significance on the word donner, and when i say yes he goes "well we can't have you just running of then" and knocks me out with his bludgeon. I end up in my room again. I knew something was definitely wrong by then, but it was all so creepy and confusing, and my head heart all the time, and I was having a real time staying coherent that it just all slipped past. My life was a nightmare. I lost my job, the power was cut, for christs sake i went to my dentist and he throws me down in the chair,extends it all the way back, shoves this thing in my mouth that looks like a fucking bear trap that keeps it open, and start pulling out all my teeth. I hardly ever leave me bed, i have these huge circles under me eyes, my skin is all waxy and tight, i look like a copse for crying out loud. then one day something happened that snapped me out of it. something so weird, well it drove me crazy, but it was a frantic kind of crazy.
Doctor Bressner: you can stop and put some thought into your description if you want. pause. think it over. last times recap was a little…
413: sorry about that doc. It just touched me. It still freaks me out to this day. (coughs) so… i was in bed, feeling even shittier then usual and then I notice something; a tube, like a iv cord is attached to my upper limb. And its draining blood from my body. I look around. I'm still in my house. everything else is completely normal. this is utterly beyond my imagination. I'm completely blank, nonplussed. I get on my hands and knees, and begin crawling, following the cord, following my blood being sucked gods knows where, pulling on the cable. It reaches my wall and goes through a tiny hole drilled in there. I jump up,rip it out of my arm, and run next door, knocking crazily on my Neighbors. he opens up and i don't even bother saying anything, i just push past him, looking like a complete drug addict, i know and see the cord in his house too, hidden along the walls, snaking under rugs. I follow it, it goes into the next room. So i go into that persons house. I'm losing it, sobbing, shouting, twitching, shoving at people, running around the building, tracking the cord. I'm pulling at my hair and its coming out in clumps, that how weak the organ stealing has made me. And then i just have to get out, i have to leave, so i ran back to my place, and just begin shoving random stuff into two duffel bags. I had no plan of where i was going, you have no idea how paranoid i was at this point, like the entire world was against me. and they probably where, because when i get to my door, two doctors are there Mr. Mobius and that bald freak, who i think is the second in command. The grab me by the arms and begin pulling me to the door and I'm screaming and struggling, but all the neighbors just go inside and lock their doors.
Doctor Bressner: Where did they take you… Where did they take you, 413?
413: The Hospital
Doctor Bressner: 413 i know this is hard for you but you promised you would tell us more.
413: They keep me there. In a little bed. In a big room. There were lots of others like me. And the screaming and crying… Thats where i got these… things stuck in me and attached to me… why can't you remove them, doctor?
Dcotor Bressner: Because… because when the Doctor's come they would just tear you up even more then… i'm sorry… it… it isn't right.
413: Alot of things haven't-
Doctor Bressner: ahem… How…how did you escape Cl- 413?
413: I had to sell out Jessica. I had to leave her behind. I said i would come back for her but (crying)
Doctor Bressner: how exactly did you escape?!
413: I didn't want to but… it was so terrible there. you can't understand. God! they didn't even sew half of us up… just left us sliced open on our tables. and soon gaaaaa… it was (losing control) there were some even more powerful them me (hiccups and beginds shaking) they got organs removed from them every day, so much, they were all bent and squished.
Doctor Bressner: jesus…
413: They were brutalized into these giant blobs of meat. but still human! meat machines! And the doctors would pull on these thick elbow long gloves and just reach in squish squish and pull out organs and brains, there were all in the wrong places. (moans) and its was either me or her, and i lov-lov-LOVED HER! (wailing uncontrollably)
Doctor Bressner: Oh jesus… (pulls SCP-413 towards him) shhhh… its going to be ok… (rocks SCP-413) calm down clark… jesus christ!
Document B: LOG OF "THE DOCTORS" CONVERSATION WHILE DIISECTING SCP-413
(Mr.mobius, Doctor crank, Nurse blud, and Doctor Vander phase through the walls of 413's room)
413: wha- guards! help! (at this point the more advanced audio and visual devices that were planted earlier go into effect, allowing a more detailed description of the following events)
(The Doctors gather over 413)
Mr. Mobius: Hello gentlemen.
Doctor Crank: Yes, good day to you. It's been awhile since we're had the pleasure of working together.
Doctor Vander: Indeed, much to long. One can never underestimate the joy one receives from working with skilled colleges.
Mr. Mobius: Indeed. So, lets get to it. (rubs hands together)
413: no!
Doctor Crank: What's on todays agenda?
Mr.Mobius: There is a request for a fresh heart, and Mr. Goviare is just the man to give it to us. Unfortunately, however, there… yes… there doesn't seem to be any already opened pathways. We have to cut our way… Mr. Vander, you have the proper tools?
Doctor Vander: Always (opens a small leather satchel)
Mr. Mobius: well then, lets just reposition our selves, and… Dr. Crank, will you do the honors?
Doctor Crank: Without a doubt, Mr.Mobius. ok…time to dig in.
413: no…no..NO! gaaaaah! AHHHHH! GOD!
Nurse Blud: You have a little squirt of blood on your forehead. let me get it with a handkerchief, Doctor Crank.
Doctor Crank: Thank you.
Document D: LOG OF WHAT WAS SUPPOSE TO BE A ROUTINE CHECKUP BY DOCTOR BOLL
Doctor Boll: Hello, 413. Just have a seat right there.
413: Here? ok.
Doctor Boll: I'm just going to do some simple tests. just a checkup. first, lets look at your reflexes. hold your knee straight. (hits him with a small hammer on the knee) Ok… good, again.
413: Ow.
Doctor boll: oops. One more time
413: hey! Are you trying to shatter my bone or something… .hehe…
Doctor Boll: sorry… sorry… There was a little too hard, your right (out of the blue, he hits him a fourth time)
413: what the hell!
Doctor Boll: oops accident… sorry… (stands up and runs hand through hair) forgot what i was suppose to be doing next… ah… well… i guess i could… yeah… (thirty minutes pass, with doctor boll apparently causing unnecessary pain to 413 through multiple mistakes or slips, or applying to much pressure or strength)
ok… well this is suppose to be a full exhaustive look over, so i'll catch your oral cavities next. Even thought you can't get that a nasty bout of flu going around. (doctor boll takes a tongue depressor and pops it in SCP-413 mouth)
413: (gags)
Doctor Boll: (continues to shove the depressor further down his throat)
413: (tries to say something)
Doctor Boll: (with a strange intense expression of his face, he begins tentatively putting his fingers into SCP-413 mouth. After fitting three in, he begins to grab the edges of the lips, and pull them open wider, so he can cram more fingers in and eventually a fist, choking SCP-413)
413: (he grabs the doctors arms and after a brief struggle pulls them away) Stop it!
Doctor Boll: Calm down SCP-413! hold still. hold still! I know you don't like doctors, but we have one more thing to do.
SCP-413: no, I'm out of here!
Doctor boll: (he roughly sits him back down on the table) We just have to take blood and then you can leave. Listen to me. Do you want to get in trouble? No. Then sit still. (he pulls out a syringe and begins taking blood) Oh silly me, i forgot to apply anesthetic… ah… oh well.
SCP-413: thats to much. THATS TO MUCH! (he shoves Doctor Boll aside and runs towards the door. Doctor Boll grabs him and spins him around, and then squirts the blood in his face. 413 moves to strike him, but Doctor Boll grabs him and throws him down onto the ground, then leaves the room.)
Doctor Boll: (he comes back with a fire ax, looking disheveled, hair a mess, a completely insane expression of his face) HAHAHA! (he buries the ax in SCP-413 stomach)
After the situation was resolved, and SCP-415 taken into intensive care ( we used a rotating shift to avoid complications; we are also attempting to teach him minor first aid) Doctor Boll was examined and found to be stable, with no recollection of the event. We deemed what happened temporary and forced psychosis. However, a few months later Doctor Boll was discovered to be drugging and raping his patients, and castrating those who discovered what was going on and threatened to turn him in. The transcript demonstrates how the urge to cause SCP-413 pain starts our slowly, subconsciously, masquerading as absentmindedness and subtly builds up power through a series of subconscious slips and growing anxiety and anger.
I don't have to put all of these in, right now i kind of want to just put in the interview with Clark, and the transcript of the "The Doctors" There's several ways i could do it. (these are the ones i like)
1) Just the interview with Clark added.
2) The interview with Clark, and "The Doctors" transcipt.
3) Everything written so far.
4) Everything written so far plus more future documents, like the finding of another human SCP who's been captured by The Hospital (lobotomized of course, so he doesn't steal the spotlight from 415, hahah), the tracking of one of Clark's organs, which they find in a multimillionaire constantly sick old guy who know more then he's letting on, and then maybe perhaps a full on frontal assault on The Hospital, kind of a crossover event maybe even involving Able, and some cool doctors.
