Shortly after the establishment of Site-169 roughly 0.5 kilometers from SCP-4845, Site-169 Psychologist Dr. Saberstein conducted an interview with SCP-4845-A1 on 3/16/21 to discern further details about SCP-4845 and its inhabitants. The transcript is provided below.
Interview Video Log Transcript
Interview 01 Video Log
Date: 2/24/2022
Interviewer: Dr. Saberstein, Site-169 Psychologist
Interviewee: SCP-4845-A1
[BEGIN LOG]
(SCP-4845-A1 leads Dr. Saberstein to the managerial office at the back of SCP-4845 and invites him to sit down in a chair facing a desk. Dr. Saberstein sits, SCP-4845-A1 closes the door behind them and seats himself behind the desk.)
SCP-4845-A1: Assistant Manager Kyle of the only Taco Bell on this humble, little moon at your service. Now what can I do for ya, doc?
Dr. Saberstein: I just have a few questions for you.
SCP-4845-A1: I bet. Even for you guys it must be a bit odd to find a random fast food joint so out of place like this.
Dr. Saberstein: (Laughs lightly.) Well, it wouldn’t be the first time. But as for this fine establishment, could you tell me how it got here in the first place?
SCP-4845-A1: (Nods.) So here all five of us are, it’s a slow, midnight graveyard shift at our humble Taco Bell in the middle of nowhere, Wyoming. All of a sudden some strange stuff starts happening. Odd lights, sudden wind outside, and this weird buzzing sound that kept getting louder, then, bam! (He gestures wildly.) A bright flash of light and everything outside goes dark again.
Dr. Saberstein: Interesting.
SCP-4845-A1: Beth ran out to see what happened, turned pale as a ghost, and ran inside screaming about how she could see another planet in the sky. We all went to check it out, and sure enough there was a big blue marble staring down at us. Only then did we notice the desert and strip mall around us were gone.
Dr. Saberstein: That must have been quite a shock.
SCP-4845-A1: You have no idea.
(SCP-4845-A1 leans back in his chair, kicks his feet up on the table, and begins twiddling his thumbs.)
SCP-4845-A1: Well, naturally, we all began to panic. None of our phones had signal as you would expect, so calling for help was out of the question. We quickly realized that it wasn’t some new planet in the sky, that was our planet that we had somehow left behind.
Dr. Saberstein: Then what did you do?
SCP-4845-A1: Tried to find a way back. It didn’t take us very long to figure out that whatever put us here didn’t want us to leave, though. Miguel would try running past the parking lot and immediately get launched back by some unseen force. Maybe it’s for our own good, you know? After all, I wouldn’t expect us to be able to breathe out there.
Dr. Saberstein: You’d be right on that part, Kyle, vacuums do tend to be rather detrimental to human physiology.
SCP-4845-A1: Yeah. Anyways, we started trying to make sense of what was happening to us. It took a few days, but eventually the panic started to subside, and we started to get more and more used to it. Tacos for breakfast, burritos for lunch, something else for dinner, and a Baja Blast to wash it all down. Plus, those booths are surprisingly easy to sleep on.
Dr. Saberstein: Interesting. Now, how've you been able to survive out here without any food shipments or resupplies?
SCP-4845-A1: Well, that would be the manager’s doing. (Nodding to the landline telephone on the desk.) Occasionally this little thing will ring, and when I answer the same voice will always respond with someone or something speaking. It's not quite male, not quite female, and definitely not human.
Dr. Saberstein: Really? What does it say?
SCP-4845-A1: (Shrugs.) Usually it’ll ask how we’re doing and if we (Imitating quotation marks with his fingers,) “need anything while I’m out.” Then it’ll start briefing me on new menu items set to come out soon, and when to put up the posters, and all that.
Dr. Saberstein: Have you ever seen this, uh, manager?
SCP-4845-A1: Not yet, doc. Whatever it is has yet to actually make an appearance here.
Dr. Saberstein: Do you think it could be hostile in any way?
SCP-4845-A1: (Shakes his head.) Nah, I don’t think so. Something tells me that it wishes us well, or at the very least wants to keep us alive and working.
Dr. Saberstein: Huh. But about the food, you said the manager takes care of restocking?
SCP-4845-A1: One way or another. One minute the walk-in fridge and freezer will be empty, the next—(SCP-4845-A1 gestures with his hands again.) Poof! Produce, meat, and bags of soda syrup where there was nothing a second ago. Sometimes they'll even leave the new promotional posters and menu items they mentioned over the phone. A similar thing happens to anything we throw in the dumpster, too. Toss it in, close the lid, open it back up, and it's just empty.
Dr. Saberstein: Huh. Have you ever seen the food appearing or garbage disappearing?
SCP-4845-A1: Not once. If it is the manager, whatever they're doing won’t work if they’re being watched, I guess.
Dr. Saberstein: (Chuckles.) Maybe they’re just shy.
SCP-4845-A1: They just might be.
Dr. Saberstein: And how long have you lived like this?
SCP-4845-A1: Years, at this point. We’ve all gotten used to it, though. It does get pretty boring around here, and business is about as slow as you’d expect for a Taco Bell on the Moon, but we do what we can to keep busy. Beth writes cringy fanfics on her laptop, Miguel stargazes, you get the idea.
Dr. Saberstein: I guess you don’t get much business around here anyway, do you?
SCP-4845-A1: (Shaking his head.) No, occasionally we’ll get customers. Nothing human of course; sometimes they look like us, sometimes they don’t. (He shrugs.) But hey, if they’ve got the money, we can make the magic happen. Of course, it’s never the kind of money we’re familiar with, but it’s gotta be worth something to someone somewhere, right? After all, as soon as we pop it into the register it just vanishes.
Dr. Saberstein: (Hesitantly.) Right. Would you mind describing some of these, uh, customers?
SCP-4845-A1: (SCP-4845-A1 waves his hand dismissively.) No point. Once they stop by they usually never come back. Maybe we’re like an interstellar rest stop or something? I wouldn't be surprised, plus I've kind of gathered as much from the manager's comments over the phone.
Dr. Saberstein: Alright then. So, has the isolation of this place affected you in any way you can tell?
SCP-4845-A1: Beyond being bored, not really. I mean, yeah I generally miss Earth and all that but there just isn’t much that, well, all five of us, really, left behind. I was living in a rundown motel, and the rest of the team was either estranged or just on the run from something in their past. You could say it doesn’t really make a difference, being up here. At least the view is nice.
Dr. Saberstein: (Scribbling more notes.) Alright, thank you. Anything else you’d like to add?
SCP-4845-A1: (Tilting his head slightly and looking down at his desk.) I guess I’d just say to watch your step out there. If the manager went through all the trouble of teleporting an entire fucking Taco Bell onto the Moon, it’s probably not going to take kindly to, uh, meddlers, I guess you could say.
Dr. Saberstein: Would that mean your employer seems like the violent type?
SCP-4845-A1: (Waving defensively.) No, no, no! I’m just saying that not even we know what exactly is behind this whole debacle or what will happen if it’s not kept happy. Plus, there’s no telling what it might think now that you’ve set up your base over yonder.
(SCP-4845-A1 gets up from his chair and looks out the window. A brilliant sky of stars is visible above the dusty gray wastes outside. He turns back to Dr. Saberstein and waves dismissively with his hand.)
SCP-4845-A1: Eh, I don’t think anything’ll come of it. Besides, with you Foundation guys so close by, business will be booming like never before!
Dr. Saberstein: Yes, hopefully.
(Dr. Saberstein stands and shakes hands with SCP-4845-A1 as the two exit the office. Just as he is about to prepare to return to Site-169, Dr. Saberstein turns back to SCP-4845-A1.)
Dr. Saberstein: Oh, one more thing…
SCP-4845-A1: Yeah?
Dr. Saberstein: (Reaching into his pockets and looking up at the menu.) I could seriously go for a chalupa or two right now.
SCP-4845-A1: (Chuckles.) Will that be for here or to go?
[END LOG]
The "manager" described by SCP-4845-A1 has been given a provisional designation as SCP-4845-B for the time being. Activity relating to SCP-4845-B is to be reported to Site-169 should it occur.
