AUDIO LOG
INTERVIEWER: SCP-7075-A
INTERVIEWEE: SCP-7075-B
FOREWORD: At approximately 18:12, while SCP-7075-A and SCP-7075-B were eating dinner, they had a brief conversation.
SCP-7075-B: That's a real piece of shit thing to fucking say.
SCP-7075-A: Could you be quiet?
SCP-7075-B: Jesus fucking Christ, can you shut up? You know that's all horseshit. I'm sorry but it's so fucking annoying to listen to you fucking ramble on for ages about shit that's so obviously untrue. I swear, when are you going to give up on your fucking image? You overthink what you are to the point where you cripple yourself because you know that if you ever tried to actually live as yourself you'd never be able to be as great as you are in your head. It's fucking stupid. The issue isn't me, it's that stupid image. Just be you. Be my fucking brother and we'll be fine. They're lying to you and they're gonna betray you and put you in a fucking coma the first chance they get. I swear to God, man. I swear to God.
SCP-7075-A: Shut the fuck up. We're both fucking powerless in here.
(SCP-7075-B begins to cry.)
SCP-7075-B: You're so fucking stupid. I hate you. Why the fuck am I chained to you.
SCP-7075-A: 'Cause we're amoebas.
(SCP-7075-A laughs.)
SCP-7075-A: Amoeeeeeeeeeeebaaas. There's literally nothing we can do. Y'know, if we were captured by aliens or by like the army or something, there'd at least be a small chance we could get out? But not here. That's what's fucking weird. We're actually completely fucked. We are going to fucking die.
SCP-7075-B: They're Nazis. You want to be a hero in the eyes of fucking Nazis!
SCP-7075-A: Yeah, I know.
SCP-7075-B: Then why are you still going with them!?
SCP-7075-A: 'Cause there's fucking… There's nothing else out there, man. We're fucked. The people living out in the cities and the suburbs and the kids and the teenagers — they're all so, so, so fucked. There's so many monsters in the world. You can't even imagine how many things want to kill us. There's so many monsters, and now that we know about them they're gonna kill us if we leave. We're fucked either way so we might as well pick the side that won't shoot us.
SCP-7075-B: They're not gonna kill us. That's just bullshit they tell you to make you scared. Even if there is that much, we can fight them. We can do shit. You can do shit. We could make it out.
SCP-7075-A: Yeah, but we won't though. We're fucking idiots. They've got… ghosts and snipers and the FBI. They can kill us wherever we are. We can't even go to space, they've got guys up there too. They've got guys at the bottom of the ocean. Do you know how big they actually are? Do you know how many times the world ended and we just didn't know about it because they won't tell us? I'm not the same fuckin' guy I was when I was born, Sarah, and you weren't the same girl.
SCP-7075-B: Don't fuckin' cry.
SCP-7075-A: I'm not gonna cry. I just…
SCP-7075-B: If you cry, then I'm gonna cry.
SCP-7075-A: I fucking… I hate you so fucking much. I really wish I could just do this alone. Why the fuck am I attached to you. Why can't I do it myself. I don't care. You deserve whatever the fuck they do to you.
SCP-7075-B: I don't care. I'm right. You're choosing the Nazis over your own family. You're pathetic.
SCP-7075-A: I hate you.
AUDIO LOG
INTERVIEWER: SCP-7075-A
INTERVIEWEE: SCP-7075-B
SCP-7075-B: I remember my dream.
SCP-7075-A: Yeah?
SCP-7075-B: I dreamed I was in a small town by the coast and they had these weird representatives kind of. There were fifty of them because of the fifty states. I was the one for Rhode Island but I was also the sheriff. I think I was a serial killer too. The whole time I was killing all of these people, I cut up this one old lady and I shot these three people on this boat, and the whole time I was scared because I thought the police were gonna come for me.
SCP-7075-A: They figured you out, didn't they?
SCP-7075-B: Yeah… I think they did. I killed everyone except for one other person, because I knew if I was the last one standing then they'd know that I was the killer, so I kept one other person with me. I thought that would stop them from questioning me, but one day I was working and this guy came in who I was friends with years ago.
SCP-7075-A: (Unintelligible)
SCP-7075-B: I don't think he really existed. It's my brain's way of talking to me. He like, called me over and asked to talk privately and asked me what I was doing that night and I kinda started to cry.
SCP-7075-A: I don't know why you'd feel guilty over all of that. Just don't talk. They have nothing to use against you.
SCP-7075-B: I don't know. I felt awful 'cause they fuckin' got him. They fucking got him. The last time I saw him I felt like I understood him and now I couldn't tell at all what he was. I thought he'd try to relate to me or coax it out of me or have a heart-to-heart but he fucking slapped me with it. I don't know what I did wrong to him.
(Silence.)
SCP-7075-A: You didn't do anything. Guys are just like that sometimes.
SCP-7075-B: Am I a bad person?
(Silence.)
SCP-7075-A: I think everyone's a bad person.
INTERVIEW LOG
ADMINISTRATOR: Senior Researcher ██████
SUBJECT(S): SCP-7075-B
SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Hell fuckin' yes you do. Do you know how incredible it is that you and your brother are alive? Your existence alone disproves half of science. Your existence disproves almost every single philosophical theory developed in the last 300 years. I-I mean do you even understand how fucking unbelievably rude what you just said was?
SCP-7075-B: Shut up bitch.
SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Do you even know who Carl Jung is? Do you know what the collective—
SCP-7075-B: Shut up fucking slut—
SR. RESEARCHER ██████: unconscious is? It is the foundation for the entire field of psychology. It is the lynchpin, it is the only fuckin' thing keeping it together and you and your brother proved that it exists. Not as some sociological thing or useful idea, but a real, tangible, physical thing you can interact with. You can touch it. You can beat the shit out of it if you want. Does that not make you happy? Does the knowledge that you are actually the center of the universe not enough for you because you get bored sometimes?
SCP-7075-B: You're a fucking whore pig hillbilly skimp whore. You're so fucking useless compared to me, you should kill yourself.
(A short screeching sound.)
SR. RESEARCHER ██████: Alright. I'm done here. Go back to your cell.
SCP-7075-B: I don't wanna.
SR. RESEARCHER ██████: I don't care.
EXPERIMENT LOG
INTERVIEWER: N/A
INTERVIEWEE: SCP-7075-A
FOREWORD: Senior Researcher ██████ was unavailable. In his place, an automated interviewer conducted the experiment.
(Machine presents a sheet of paper which contains the words 'Lunwi Gibbins' written eighty-nine times in #2 pencil.)
SCP-7075-A: I don't know. Paper and something.
(Machine presents a sheet of printer paper which contains two numbers: the approximate number of natural births occurring at that moment and the approximate number of natural deaths occurring at the same time per SCP Foundation data collected that week.)
(Silence.)
SCP-7075-A: Man don't show me that shit.
(Silence.)
Machine: Please give an answer, even if you are not sure.
SCP-7075-A: It's nothing.
(Machine presents a photograph of the Earth taken from the moon's surface.)
(Silence.)
AUDIO LOG
INTERVIEWER: SCP-7075-A
INTERVIEWEE: SCP-7075-B
SCP-7075-B: Why are you so pissed off?
SCP-7075-A: It's not about you.
SCP-7075-B: Yeah it is.
SCP-7075-A: How do you know?
SCP-7075-B: Because it's always about me.
(Silence. SCP-7075-A begins to cry.)
SCP-7075-A: I hate the things you make me think about. I wanna be good; I really wanna be a good person. I don't wanna be like my dad. I'm so fucking lucky to have this gift, you can't even fucking imagine. I wanna help so many fucking people. I don't care if I never get a girlfriend or a private life or anything, I don't fucking care, I just want to make sure that the kids who don't have a fucking thing don't get fucked. I'm so scared they're gonna die, but I can't do shit because I'm stuck with you. Fucking you. You and your stupid fucking whining and you trying to be the victim here. We're both fucking victims. We're in the same boat. We're stuck in the same fucking circle and yeah, I know the guy is gonna fuck me but he's in a circle too and he's just trying to do his best. He's got a boss, his boss has got a boss, that boss has got a boss. They're fucking each other all the way down and I got a chance to ignore that shit and just be a fucking — a good guy! So I don't fucking care.
(Silence.)
SCP-7075-B: We're not in the same boat.
SCP-7075-A: You're such a bitch.
SCP-7075-B: No, I'm not.
(Silence.)
SCP-7075-A: Why can't you just help me?
SCP-7075-B: 'Cause it's not the right thing to do.
SCP-7075-A: Yes it is.
SCP-7075-B: No it's not.
SCP-7075-A: I don't fuckin' care.
(Silence.)
SCP-7075-B: Well, I don't either.