Background: Several attempts are made to free SCP-4831-1 from within SCP-4831, which all fail. Log takes place two days after Security footage: #3.
Time: 02:19
[BEGIN LOG]
Mrs. Miles approaches the door, and sits down in the plastic chair.
Mrs. Miles: Hey Punkin, you awake?
Silence
Mrs. Miles: Are you awake?
SCP-4831-1: What?
Mrs. Miles: Look, Tucker, I… I know things haven't really been going well for you. Me and Dad haven't been treating each other in the best of ways recently. And I'm sorry. Tucker. I know you mean well. And, just…
SCP-4831-1: I'm sorry too, Momma. That was really rude. I didn't know what I was thinking…
Mrs. Miles: I understand that, I was your age too. It's just, I really want you to be happy, and…
Mrs Miles begins to weep.
Mrs. Miles: I haven't been doing a… real good job.
SCP-4831-1: It's not your fault, Momma. None of this is. This isn't normal. None of this is. I love you Momma, I never want you to think otherwise.
Mrs. Miles: I know, Tucker…
Silence for over two minutes
Mrs. Miles: So, uh… are you hungry?
SCP-4831-1: A bit, yeah.
Mrs. Miles: We looked around for food that we could slip under the door, and we found these MREs. They were used by soldiers and they are very flat. Turn on the light in there.
A stream of light emits from underneath SCP-4831's door. Mrs. Miles takes out a standard Chili and Macaroni "Meal, Ready-to-Eat" and slides it underneath the door.
Mrs. Miles: It's really easy, all you need to do to cook it is add water from the sink or something and wait a bit.
SCP-4831-1: Ah, okay…
Mrs. Miles: Okay, so, put the silver… uh… bag in with the heating element thing, then add some water. Don't go over the limit on the bag.
A bathroom sink being turned on can be heard in the background.
SCP-4831-1: Whoops, that's too much water…
Mrs. Miles: It's fine, it'll still taste the same. Then seal the bag and wait a bit.
SCP-4831-1: How long does it take?
Mrs. Miles: About ten minutes, the website said.
SCP-4831-1: Okay.
Silence
SCP-4831-1: So, Momma…
Mrs. Miles: What?
SCP-4831-1: I found the duct tape you wanted. Do you still need it?
Mrs. Miles: No, Tucker, I al-
SCP-4831-1: Here, hold on.
SCP-4831-1 is heard attempting to forcefully push what is assumed to be the roll of duct tape underneath the door.
Mrs. Miles: Tucker…
SCP-4831-1: I can't even fucking give you the tape!
Mrs. Miles: Please, calm down…
SCP-4831-1: I can't, Momma. I just can't. I was so happy! I was so happy. I'm going to fucking die in this bathroom. I'm never going to see you again. I can't calm down! Get me out of here! I don't want to die in here!
Mrs. Miles: Tucker, yelling at me isn't going to help anyone.
SCP-4831-1: I… I just… I wanna hug you again.
Mrs. Miles: Punkin…
SCP-4831-1: I miss you. I love you.
Mrs. Miles: It's okay, Punkin. I will stay by you until the day I die.
Mrs. Miles presses her body and arms against the door and closes her eyes. Several minutes pass.
Mrs. Miles: I… (sniff) think your food is ready.
The sound of steam exiting a bag can be heard.
Mrs. Miles: Do you need a fork?
SCP-4831-1: Yes please…
Mrs. Miles enters the kitchen, grabs a small plastic fork, and slides it underneath SCP-4831's door.
Silence
SCP-4831-1: It tastes horrible…
[END LOG]