DATE: 03/12/19
SUBJECT: SCP-6177
INTERVIEWER: Dr. Connard
PURPOSE: Intake Interview
SYMPTOMS: Short Stature, Slender Build, Abnormal hair whorl, Convex nasal ridge
<BEGIN LOG>
SCP-6177 is seen talking to Dr. Connard in the unit's inlaid wall display panel.
SCP-6177: So where am I?
Dr. Connard: I’m afraid I can’t tell you that either.
SCP-6177: Of course, you can’t. Because you people are all fucking crazy. You do know this is illegal, right? My uncle is a lawyer and with the amount of rights violations you've committed, you're going to be screwed.
Dr. Connard: I don't think you'll have to worry about that. And you must understand no one is trying to punish you. This is for your safety.
SCP-6177: Bullshit, I know what this is. You're gonna run all sorts of tests on me. You're gonna cut me open to see what makes me tick isn't that right?
Dr. Connard: Okay-
SCP-6177: No not okay, I demand to be let out of this room. You people just can't-
A alarm sounds inside of SCP-6177’s containment unit, repeating twice. SCP-6177 puts their hands to their ears and falls into the provided desk chair
Dr. Connard: Alright then. Now I have tried to be patient and cordial but if you can't control yourself then we will have to continue later.
SCP-6177: Wait, what?
<END LOG>
DATE: 03/12/19
SUBJECT: SCP-6177
INTERVIEWER: Dr. Connard
PURPOSE: Intake Interview
SYMPTOMS: Premature graying of hair, Abnormality of the voice
<BEGIN LOG>
Dr. Connard: So when did you find out you had these abilities?
SCP-6177: I'm not sure, I guess if I thought about it I'd say I’ve always had them. Little things you know. Like food in the refrigerator would always expire a little too soon. And my mom’s friends are always asking if she’s been sick when they see her.
Dr. Connard: So there were never any incidents like the one that took place yesterday?
SCP-6177: I suppose once or twice it has gotten me into trouble.
Dr. Connard: Could you elaborate?
SCP-6177: I remember one summer when I was six or seven my dad planted a garden. He had tomatoes, squash, cucumbers, peppers, the whole shebang. And by this point they had a pretty good idea of what was going on, so he always told me that I was never to go near the garden. Now I mean c’mon. What is a kid that age going to do the first chance they get? So one afternoon when my Mom and Dad were busy with something I walked down the little stone path to the back of our property where he kept his pride and joy. And it was beautiful. You could actually see the flowers bloom and slowly turn into different kinds of fruit. Like it was a timelapse. But then he caught me. And I panicked. Of course. And that was it. No more garden. I think that was the only time my dad yelled at me.
Dr. Connard: So this was the first instance you can remember a rapid increase in the intensity of your anomalous effect?
SCP-6177: I guess.
Dr. Connard: And would you say the emotional stress was the trigger for this increase?
SCP-6177: I don’t know. I suppose.
Dr. Connard: And what triggered the outburst yesterday?
SCP-6177: I don't wanna talk about it.
Dr. Connard: I told you this only works if you are completely honest with us. I can personally guarantee this information will not be shared with anyone.
SCP-6177: Do you promise?
Dr. Connard: I do.
SCP-6177: If I tell you, do you think you can get me something to do here? Like anything. I don’t think I’ve ever been more bored in my life.
Dr. Connard: I’m sure we can help you with that. But first, what happened immediately prior to the incident?
SCP-6177: So there was this boy and we had been spending a lot of time together. You know just talking, walking home together. That sort of thing.
Dr. Connard: And would this boy be Brian Ortega?
Dr. Connard holds up a 7th-grade yearbook photo of Brian
SCP-6177: Yes
pause
SCP-6177: Well, we had been hanging out, so one day he told me he and a couple of his friends were gonna break into the school after hours. Just for kicks. Some high school boy had snuck a bottle from his dad’s liquor cabinet.
Dr. Connard: And you weren’t concerned about the potential legal repercussions of trespassing, not to mention underage drinking?
SCP-6177 shrugs
SCP-6177: I mean I guess. I didn’t really think about it that way. So I decided to tag along. And after a couple of hours of drinking and fooling around in the gymnasium he um… well he…
Dr. Connard: What did he do?
SCP-6177: He… Well, I guess we…
Dr. Connard: What?
SCP-6177: He kissed me.
pause
Dr. Connard: Go on.
SCP-6177: Well, he kissed me and everything started to feel weird.
Dr. Connard: Weird how?
SCP-6177: My heart started beating really fast and everything looked like it was far away. I thought I was going to faint but then Brian started screaming. He was getting bigger. The top two buttons of his shirt came undone and he started to just look older. And older. And older. And I just sat there. I couldn’t move. All I could do was watch as he screamed and screamed. But I couldn’t see his face. His hair had completely covered it like a big mop. The roots were white. By the time everything calmed down and the other boys came back with the security guard. He was just lying there breathing. He sounded so hoarse.
Dr. Connard: Thank you for sharin-
SCP-6177: Is he okay?
Dr. Connard: Well yes, we currently have him in our private medical unit. But, he hasn't been very responsive.
SCP-6177: Can I see him?
Dr. Connard: Unfortunately, that is going to be impossible.
<END LOG>
DATE: 05/26/19
SUBJECT: SCP-6177
INTERVIEWER: Dr. Connard
PURPOSE: Daily Check-in
SYMPTOMS: Lipoatrophy, Skeletal muscle atrophy
<BEGIN LOG>
SCP-6177 is shown hunched over the containment unit’s desk sketching the unit’s nonperishable food dispenser
Dr. Connard: Good Morning
SCP-6177: What's up doc?
Dr. Connard laughs softly
Dr. Connard: Not much.
SCP-6177 stands up and crosses to the unit’s southern wall, taping the drawing to it alongside dozens of other art pieces. They come back to the desk and bring out a second sheet of paper from its storage compartment.
Dr. Connard: Alright, let's get to it. Vitals?
SCP-6177 places their right arm into the mobile vital cart’s blood pressure monitor and right pointer finger into the temperature reader. Their left arm continues drawing
Dr. Connard: Alright, no significant changes. The physician comes Monday with your labs and they should be able to give you a more thorough exam.
SCP-6177: Uh-huh
Dr. Connard: And you have been eating properly?
SCP-6177: Yeah
Dr. Connard: Wonderful. So do you have any questions for me?
SCP-6177: No
Dr. Connard: Well then, till tomorrow.
SCP-6177: Wait wait wait wait wait.
SCP-6177 raises a finger to Dr. Connard
Dr. Connard: As much as I would love to stay and talk, I do unfortunately have a very busy schedule today.
SCP-6177: Wait like two seconds.
Dr. Connard: Alright, what is it?
SCP-6177 holds up a simple portrait of Dr. Connard into the wall display’s webcam.
SCP-6177: Do you like it?
Dr. Connard: Of course, I do.
SCP-6177: I wish I could give it to you.
Dr. Connard: Well you know you can leave it for the drone and I'll receive it in the morning.
SCP-6177: No, I meant in person. Like, hand it to you.
Dr. Connard: You know that's not possible.
SCP-6177: But if it were just for a moment then I could hand it to you and you could leave right after. Nobody would get hurt if we go fast.
Dr. Connard: I'm sorry. I just can't justify that kind of risk.
SCP-6177: Please doc? I'm going fucking crazy in here.
Dr. Connard: No, and that's my final answer. Don't be silly. Keep your head held high kid, I'll talk to you in the morning.
<END LOG>
DATE: 10/02/19
SUBJECT: SCP-6177
INTERVIEWER: Dr. Connard
PURPOSE: Daily Check-in
SYMPTOMS: Bilateral Cataracts, Congestive heart failure
<BEGIN LOG>
SCP-6177 is seen lying down on the unit’s bed. A small wooden box wrapped in a ribbon bow rests at the base of the bed.
Dr. Connard: Oh, perfect you didn’t open it yet. Go on. Go on.
SCP-6177 grunts loudly as it rises to a sitting position.
Dr. Connard: We couldn't exactly throw a party but I thought you deserved a little something-something for the big day.
SCP-6177 opens the wooden box revealing several art supplies: paint, pastels, watercolors, gel pens, markers, and charcoal pencils.
Dr. Connard: Well, what do you think? I made sure it’s all non-perishable, so you should be good to go. I hope you like it.
SCP-6177: Yeah, it’s uh great.
SCP-6177 coughs violently and sets the box back down at the foot of the bed.
Dr. Connard: Should I send something over?
SCP-6177 continues to cough. They shake their head no.
Dr. Connard: Are you sure? We have the medication set aside for you.
SCP-6177 ceases coughing
SCP-6177: No thank you. But could you do something else for me?
Dr. Connard: What is it?
SCP-6177: Let me go outside
Dr. Connard: No, the answer isn’t going to change no matter how many times you ask. I thought you would have liked your present.
SCP-6177: I do. I do. But it's not exactly like I'm gonna be able to enjoy it.
pause
SCP-6177: Please doc
pause
SCP-6177: Never mind ill-
Dr. Connard: Twenty minutes.
SCP-6177: Are you serious?
Dr. Connard: Yeah, I'm serious! I have to make some calls.
<END LOG>
