«BEGIN LOG»
Dr. Quinsin: Are you okay? Where are you?
D-60173: I— I don't know what—
(D-60173 pans around, finding himself to be in a massive, open expanse stretching at least 500 meters in each direction. The temperature of this area is noticeably cooler.)
SCP-5594-1A: (From behind D-606173) Hehehe! Welcome, pal!
D-60173: What the fuck!
Still frame from D-60173's camera. (From left to right) SCP-5594-1A, SCP-5594-1B, and SCP-5594-1C
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SCP-5594-1B: You think we went a bit too far? Look at 'em.
SCP-5594-1A: He's fine! Just a bit wet is all. (Laughter) My lord, that was a treat!
SCP-5594-1C: You didn't have to toss him down here.
SCP-5594-1A: How else would we have gotten him down 'ere, dimwit?
Dr. Quinsin: Hello?
D-60173: Uh— I— Yeah?
Dr. Quinsin: Can you put me on the speaker, please. Should be on the right side of the camera apparatus.
(D-60173 complies while the spectral entities continue to argue.)
SCP-5594-1A: Fine! How about you take the reins then!
Dr. Quinsin: Excuse me?
(SCP-5594-1 collectively become silent and glace around.)
SCP-5594-1B: The hell was that? That you fella?
D-60173: No-no-no. Please. I—
Dr. Quinsin: It's me, I'm in a different location.
(The entities approach D-60173.)
SCP-5594-1C: What's that wacky little contraption? Is this like them black rectangles?
SCP-5594-1A: (Yelling) TINY VOICE? IS YOU OKAY IN THERE?
Dr. Quinsin: I can hear you fine, no need to shout. Do you three happen to be Cecil Anderson, Jameson Lancaster, and Kevin McPadden?
SCP-5594-1C: I would be Kevin, that man right there (Pointing to -1B) is Jameson, and the big fella over there (Pointing to -1A) would be Cecil.
Dr. Quinsin: You died in these mines, correct?
SCP-5594-1B: Sure did.
Dr. Quinsin: I believe I overheard Mr. Anderson insinuate that you three were responsible for the activity in the mines above us. Is this true?
(Turning to a slight huddle, SCP-5594-1 begin to discuss among themselves.)
SCP-5594-1B: What was that word?
SCP-5594-1C: Insinuate?
SCP-5594-1A: What does that mean?
SCP-5594-1C: What's what mean?
SCP-5594-1A: Insinuate, moron. What's he sayin' 'bout me?
SCP-5594-1B: You think he insulted you?
SCP-5594-1A: Yeah I do. And I'm not gonna take that from no machine.
SCP-5594-1B: You right—
Dr. Quinsin: I can hear you and insinuate is not an insult nor am I a machine. I'm asking if you three caused all the oddit— weird things a few minutes ago.
SCP-5594-1A: Oh yeah, those were pranks.
(D-60173 stands and begins to look around; the area he is in is barren, save for a couch, table, a pile of wood, and television set with various items beside it. He turns to his left, finding a pile of human skeletons.)
D-60173: Holy shit! What did you do to them?
SCP-5594-1C: Wait, okay, I know how this looks. We can explain.
(Pause.)
D-60173: Well?
SCP-5594-1C: Oh. Usually they don't let us get this far.
D-60173: Oh my god, did I pick up one of their hands?
SCP-5594-1B: You said hand? Where was it?
D-60173: Why?
SCP-5594-1B: I've been piecin' our skeletons back together and couldn't find my left hand! You found it! Where was it?
D-60173: I don't care about your goddamn skeletons! What happened to them?
SCP-5594-1C: After the fire-people opened the surface for us, we were able to escape and finally meet new people, but for some reason, they weren't too keen on us intrudin' on their homes and causin' 'em “mental breakdowns” from "fear."
D-60173: Please just get to the point!
SCP-5594-1C: (It clears its throat.) We were able to draw people into the open mineshafts but, apparently, these mines are hot enough to cause people to die incredibly fast. We thought the first twenty or so were just bad luck. Now we’re thinkin' that this type of heat isn’t good for alive people.
SCP-5594-1B: Long story short, we keep ‘em here as a remembrance of our almost-friendship.
Dr. Quinsin: Alright, hypothet— imagine these people managed to make it to you three alive. What was the plan?
SCP-5594-1A: Well, I began herdin' animals into the town for food and such when the mines were first opened. Found this beautiful steed, a bit later. Our plan was to just get a pal to share some supper with.
Dr. Quinsin: That's all? You just wanted someone to eat dinner with?
SCP-5594-1A: No reason to lie to you tiny-machine-man. We get some firewood, light it, cook a nice steak or some lamb, sit on that couch that Kevin found, and look at the people trapped in those black rectangles on the watchin' box.
Dr. Quinsin: Why did you terrorize your "friend" before getting him down here? I may not have experience in that area but I'm fairly certain it wouldn't work.
SCP-5594-1A: What's wrong with a bit of fun?
Dr. Quinsin: Well, I need him released, now, please. If one of you could, I don't know, float him—
D-60173: Shut up. Cecil, you said you have steak?
SCP-5594-1A: Yes siree.
Dr. Quinsin: You're not to eat with—
D-60173: You lied to me, damn it. I deserve this.
Dr. Quinsin: No you do not. You will leave—
(D-60173 removes his earpiece and throws it to the pile of corpses as SCP-5594-1C begins to retrieve firewood from a nearby pile.)
SCP-5594-1B: Holy hell did you just kill him?
D-60173: No. Do you think the air is breathable down here?
SCP-5594-1C: Only one way to find out, frankly.
(D-60173 removes his oxygen mask and heat-proof suit. There are no apparent side effects.)
D-60173: Huh, that's good. Where'd you get a VCR from?
SCP-5594-1B: When those wackos up top still lived 'round here, they just left them lyin' around. I grabbed it with the watchin' box a few years ago.
SCP-5594-1A: You're some sort of sorcerer, aren't ya? Bein' alive down here and havin' a tiny machine voice strapped to ya’.
D-60173: Can't say that I am. Now, I haven't had a good steak in years and I'm hungry. Let's eat, friends.
(Over the next hour, SCP-5594-A cooks four steaks for the group over an open flame. They eat and converse while watching a VHS of Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back.)
(The group is watching the scene where Lando Calrissian betrays Luke Skywalker and Han Solo.)
SCP-5594-1B: You ever been to that floating city?
D-60173: Oh no — I mean I wish I could — it's not real.
SCP-5594-1A: Alright, I can believe that you can fake the magic space wizards but that massive city? You're pullin' my leg now.
D-60173: I can promise you that buildings are still on the ground.
SCP-5594-1C: I know that but Luke Skywalker is there. I just watched him walkin' there.
D-60173: They actually used a painting or a sculpture for the wide shot along with the physical sets, of course. They also used a blue screen for the backgrounds.
SCP-5594-1A: Malarkey. That place is clearly white.
(The entities are seen cowering against the couch.)
D-60173: …so this dude was ordered to keep climbing up and up and up. And that shack never stopped growing. After a few hundred, he looked out the window and saw some figures staring at him.
SCP-5594-1A: Who are they?
D-60173: Listen. He kept climbing and climbing this tower and it never ended. Eventually, day turned to night and he goes to rest… that was his mistake, but he didn't have a choice.
SCP-5594-1A: What mistake?
D-60173: The batteries of his light died and his camera went out. The next day…
SCP-5594-1A: Next day what, next day what?
D-60173: He was ordered to come down the tower, but what came down wasn't him. Something was wearing his skin.
D-60173: Kevin, how'd you manage to get a horse down here? If people can't make it I don't imagine a horse could.
SCP-5594-1C: Yeah it was a tricky process. I only got 'er down here after I accidentally dug one of my tunnels into a nearby farm.
D-60173: You dig tunnels?
SCP-5594-1C: Oh yeah, I got a bunch — a few for transportatin' meat or wood down here or for Cecil to get the stuff he finds down 'ere. There's a bunch of my tunnels around. Can't imagine why you took the long way.
D-60173: Kinda wish I knew that.
(D-60173 is demonstrating the process of creating a cheesesteak.)
D-60173: So you layer it in here. It's just onions, cheese, and steak. No peppers!
SCP-5594-1C: Why no peppers?
D-60173: Philly cheesesteaks don't have peppers on them. It's blasphemy to put peppers on one of 'em and call it a Philly Cheesesteak.
SCP-5594-1B: Blasphemy? What, is "Philly" a god?
D-60173: Philly is the furthest thing from holy.
(After five hours, D-60173 exited the cave with the help of SCP-5594-1 and was safely recovered at the insertion point.)
«END LOG»
