Interview A – 5/21/17
Subject A: D-3976
Subject B: SCP-3864-1 (formerly D-3977)
Interviewer: Dr. [REDACTED]
Foreword: Subject B has only recently appeared in SCP-3864. Subject A and Subject B are former cellmates. Subject A has been instructed to attempt contact with Subject B. A high-gain microphone has been placed in front of SCP-3864. Interviewer is speaking to Subject A through an earpiece.
<Begin Log>
Interviewer: Please approach SCP-3864.
Subject A: Terry?
Subject B: [INCOMPREHENSIBLE]
Subject A: What? (To Interviewer) I can’t understand what he’s saying.
Interviewer: Then get closer. To it.
Subject A: Terry, are you there?
Subject B: [INCOMPREHENSIBLE]
Subject A: I can’t understand him! The damn veil is muffling his voice.
Muffled conversation between researchers
Interviewer: You may remove the cloth from SCP-3864. Make sure your goggles are on.
Heavy thud as the veil hits the floor
Subject B: Jesus, finally! I can’t breathe behind that thing.
Subject A: Terry?
Subject B: Who else would it be, dipshit?
Subject A: Christ, I didn’t think I’d hear from you again!
Subject B: Is it the fact that I’m made of paint? It’s the fact that I’m made of paint, isn’t it?
Interviewer: Ask it if it knows what happened.
Subject A: Does, uh, does that mean you know what happened?
Subject B: If you mean becoming part of a painting, yeah, I know what happened.
Interviewer: Why isn’t this fact alarming to it? Ask it that.
Subject A: You seem rather calm about it, you know.
Subject B: Lenny, in all honesty, if I had to choose between possible Keter testing and being stuck inside a damn painting? I’m fine where I am. It’s not that bad in here. I do kind of miss burgers, though.
Subject A: Burgers?
Subject B: I would kill for a bacon cheeseburger right now.
Interviewer: Ask it if it needs to eat to survive.
Subject A: Um, why? Are you hungry?
Subject B: Not really. I just love fucking cheeseburgers, man. You know that.
Subject A: Yeah, especially after you almost got killed after you mouthed off to that guard who wanted yours.
Subject B: Noone messes with my fucking burger, Len. Noone.
Subject A: I wouldn’t get between you and your burger if someone were pointing a gun to my head and telling me to.
Subject B: See, you know how to keep yourself safe then.
Subject A and Subject B share a laugh
Subject B: Oh, man, do you remember that time Dug tried to bribe a guard to get out of Keter duty?
Subject A: Yeah! Oh, man, he was so close, too. Too bad the guy’s supervisor came along.
Subject B: Yeah, has that guy been back?
Subject A: Who, the guard? No, my guess is that he got fired or terminated or some shit.
Subject B: Bah, I feel no pity for him. Bastards are always shoving their guns in our faces, why should I give a fuck about him?
Subject A: My sentiments exactly.
Subject B: …If only Kelly hadn’t actually gotten away with bribing his way out…
Subject A: Hey, something great came out of that, didn’t it? We-
Interviewer: Alright, ask it if it’s comfortable where it is.
Subject A: …Listen, Terry… you’re not, like, you’re not in pain or anything, right? You’re okay?
Subject B: I mean, I’m comfortable enough. I’m just… lonely, I guess. No one’s here with me and most of the time that fucking cloth is covering my face.
Subject A: I’m sorry, man… I miss you, for what it’s worth.
Subject B: I miss you too!
Subject A: I’m sorry you’re stuck in there, Terry.
Subject B: It’s not your fault, Len. My goggles malfunctioned. No one could have called it.
Subject A: Still…
Subject B: Well, maybe…
Subject A: Maybe what?
Subject B: Maybe… you could come in with me?
Interviewer: Get out of the containment chamber. Now.
Subject A: Terry… I- I miss you, man, but I can’t.
Subject B: Why not? I’m so alone, Len…
Interviewer: Get him out of there. End the recording.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: SCP-3864 was covered with the cloth and Subject A allowed to return to his cell to rest. Further testing authorized by [REDACTED].
Interview B – 5/24/17
Subject A: D-3976
Subject B: SCP-3864-1 (formerly D-3977)
Interviewer: Dr. [REDACTED]
Foreword: Subject A has been instructed to reestablish contact with Subject B. Interviewer is speaking to Subject A through an ear piece. SCP-3864 has already been uncovered.
<Begin Log>
Subject B: Lenny! You’re back!
Subject A: You can see me?
Subject B: I may be in a painting, but whoever painted me was kind enough to give me eyes.
Interviewer: Is SCP-3864-1 insinuating that another entity actually paints SCP-3864?
Subject A: Someone painted you?
Subject B: What?
Subject A: You said whoever painted you gave you eyes.
Subject B: It was a joke, idiot.
Subject A: Oh.
Interviewer: Ask it if time is passing. We want to know how time passes in the painting’s world.
Subject A: Uh, so, Terry, what have you been doing the last couple of days? Eating cheeseburgers?
Subject B: Oh, yeah, because I have access to- wait, the last couple of days? How fucking long have I been in here?
Subject A: About a week, man.
Subject B: A week? Jesus…
Subject A: How could you not know?
Subject B: I don’t know! I mean… the sun never goes down. At least not that I can see. I mean, there’s only 2 windows.
Subject A: Can’t you go outside?
Subject B: There’s no door. It’s like- I can see outside, I can see that there’s this whole world, but… this room is all I’m able to be in.
Interviewer: Has it not attempted escaping the room?
Subject A: Have you tried breaking the window or something? Getting out?
Subject B: Either I’m really weak or everything is sort of, like, bolted down or something. I can’t lift any of the furniture. And I tried ramming the walls and stuff with my body but… nothing. That’s not even the weirdest part, Len.
Interviewer: Get it to elaborate.
Subject A: What is, then?
Subject B: I know they’ve said I’m in a painting, but everything here looks real. Until I look out the window. Outside is…
Subject A: Outside is what?
Subject B: Well, it’s paint. It looks like it’s painted on a backdrop.
Several moments of silence
Subject B: Do you remember that night?
Subject A: Which night? There are a lot of them.
Subject B: The one a couple months ago. You were filling in for Kelly when he got out of Keter duty.
Subject A: Oh… that night.
Subject B: After that day of testing, I was just happy to be alive-
Subject A: Terry…
Subject B: And- and after you almost got hurt, I just-
Subject A: Terry-
Subject B: I felt things, Len. I’ve never felt like that before.
Subject A: …I did too.
Subject B: Lenny, I-
Subject A: Don’t say it, Terry.
Subject B: I want to say it, Len. I-
Subject A: Don’t say it, Terry. You know I do, too, but…
Subject B: But what?
Subject A: You’re in a damn painting, Terry. You’re a piece of art and I’m… here.
Subject B: I may be in a painting, but I still have feelings. I love you, Lenny.
Subject A: Terry…
<End Log>
Closing Statement: At this point, Subject A was showing clear signs of distress. Interview was ended by Dr. [REDACTED]. Subject A was allowed to return to his cell and rest. Further testing authorized by [REDACTED].
