After Leigh's corpse had been discovered, anomalous properties were suspected, with media chronologists at Site-44 making connections to aforementioned media reports. A team of personnel operating in MTF Upsilon-46 ("Rabbits Down The Hole") was quickly assigned to the location, with Dr. Rodgings selected to lead on the case. The following transcript is taken from the investigation video log.
Investigation Video Log Transcript
Date: 06 January 2008
Subject: SCP-7659
Team Lead: Fay "Foxglove" Tramley
Team Members:
Peter "Shovel" Logger
Audrey "Homestead" Mavis
[BEGIN LOG]
Personnel have been attached to harnesses and have begun descent into sinkhole.
Foxglove: Seems sturdy enough. Never seen a sinkhole with an edge as smooth as this.
Shovel: How many sinkholes have you been down? The closest thing I've ever got to a sinkhole was that interdimensional toilet.
Foxglove: Consider yourself lucky. Sinkholes can be tricky even when they aren't anomalous, speaking as a former seismologist.
Homestead: I see what you mean about the edge. It looks as though it were built. Engineered.
Shovel: But who'd build a sinkhole in an empty nowhere in the middle of █████████?
Foxglove: I mean it'll not be a first in terms of anomalous organization secret lairs.
Homestead: But its not that. It's the same question as who'd want to build an interdimensional toilet. Maybe they're all little accidents. You know, maybe that's what it's all about, the anomalous. Little slip-ups in science.
Shovel: Little slip-ups? Tell that to the eighty-billion world-ending super-gods the Foundation has to deal with. And not everything's scientific, don't make that mistake.
Twenty-five minutes of climbing. The personnel are close to the base.
Foxglove: Look down.
Warm light projecting onto the sinkhole base.
Foxglove: Looks artificial. That means- Homestead!
Homestead's hook falls down past them and she falls while screaming. She can be heard hitting the floor after seven seconds. Foxglove mutters something unintelligible.
Foxglove: Homestead? Homestead!
Silence. Foxglove mutters something angrily.
Foxglove: Stupid! Death from insecure harness! So bloody stupid!
Foxglove and Shovel continue climbing at a quickened pace.
Homestead: Uh, I'm OK! No damage!
Shovel and Foxglove stop climbing.
Foxglove: Nice one, Homestead. Do you have any visuals down there?
Homestead: Uh, I think… yeah I think it's some sort of lobby or reception room. One other exit and-.
Four seconds silence.
Foxglove: Homestead? Homestead, can you hear me?
Five seconds silence.
Foxglove: Come on, Shovel, we need to get down there quick.
Foxglove and Shovel continue climbing. They reach the base in three minutes and detach their harnesses. They are in a warmly lit reception room with a row of four waiting chairs backed against the wall across them. To the left there is a polished oak door. To the right there is a traditional style reception desk with office equipment, papers and a contraption similar in appearance to an industrial food blender placed on it. Behind the desk is SCP-7659-1. Homestead is sat on a waiting chair. Shovel and Foxglove retrieve arms.
Homestead: Non-hostile thus far.
SCP-7659-1 smiles at them and is completely unfazed.
SCP-7659-1: Hello and welcome. Are any of you going to be using the service today?
Foxglove: I want you to be aware that we will not hesitate to shoot you if we deem any of your actions as carrying hostile intent.
SCP-7659-1: Well, unfortunately it's against my contract for me to die, but luckily I don't plan on anything hostile happening.
Shovel: Who are you and what is this place?
Foxglove: Leave the questions for Rodgings, that's not why we're here.
SCP-7659-1: No, no, it's quite manageable. This place is to help people, that's right, whoever falls down that little divot, intentionally or not. I'm just here to help it do that by getting our visitors through that door right… Yes, that one, you can't-
Shovel walks to the door and attempts to break it down by a series of strong hits and kicks. His attempts are unsuccessful.
SCP-7659-1: Yes, sorry, it doesn't break down! You can only enter once I've passed you through!
Shovel groans in frustration and stops trying to bring down the door.
Shovel: And what does that involve?
SCP-7659-1: I've been told not to give visitors that information until they have committed to the process.
Foxglove: What do you mean? What process, what the hell is this?
SCP-7659-1: The process of the service, when you enter that door. That's when the work begins. But, now, I don't believe that's why you're here.
Foxglove: We're here to find out what the hell this place is and why it decided to show up here. Now, you're clearly not willing to let us achieve this without a fight so-
SCP-7659-1: Pardon me but I am creating no barrier between you and your goal. The door's wide open if you accept the procedure. Now, if the Foundation really wants to know what this place is about, you'll just have to trust me and move forward.
Shovel: How do you-
Homestead: Don't. I'll do it.
Foxglove: What?
Homestead: I'll do whatever I have to do to get into that place.
The other team members stare at Homestead for a few seconds.
SCP-7659-1: Well done, Miss. Now, if you just want to come over here and I'll…
Foxglove: Homestead, this is not a good idea.
Homestead: This is an exploration mission, Foxglove. You might care about my life and I appreciate that, but the Foundation doesn't, so I'm going to face up to this thing and we'll be all the better for it.
Homestead walks to the reception counter. SCP-7659-1 retrieves a small knife-like tool and uses it to puncture the skin on Homesteads index finger. SCP-7659-1 then follows the procedure described prior. After four seconds a display on the machine shows the number '3'. SCP-7659-1 smiles. The machine produces a small ticket with the number '3' printed on it. SCP-7659-1 gives this to Homestead. SCP-7659-1 touches Homestead's hand.
SCP-7659-1: This is a good choice you're making, Miss.
The door opens. Beyond it is dark hallway. Homestead walks through the door.
SCP-7659-2 begins.
(To maintain focus, after this point the log will solely use footage from Homestead's body camera).
The door shuts. Homestead attempts to open the door but is unsuccessful.
Homestead: Ah. Of course. Silly me.
The hallway is decorated in the style of an early 20th century stately home. Windows reveal that a rainstorm is taking place.
Homestead walks up the corridor and enters the third doorway into a large, highly furnished bedroom featuring a four-poster bed, oak dresser table and wardrobe.
Homestead: Cosy.
Homestead sits down on the bed. The wardrobe rattles. Homestead stands and investigates. Homestead opens the wardrobe revealing a emaciated middle-aged man brandishing a chef's knife. He then produces a screeching noise as he penetrates Homestead's abdomen with the knife. Homestead falls, gasping. The man jumps on Homestead and repeatedly stabs her back multiple times. After two minutes, Homestead's life signs cease.
Six minutes static.
Homestead is lying on the floor of some kind of public facility. Homestead slowly rises and is observably confused. She probes herself for injury.
Homestead: I'm fine… alive?
Homestead stands and surveys her surroundings. The location appears to be a post office. It is light outside, perceivable from windows. Nobody else is present. Homestead approaches the counter.
Homestead: Hello? Is anyone on shift?
No sound.
Homestead: Must be short staffed.
Homestead walks to the front door and exits the building. She steps onto a pavement/sidewalk on a street lined with terrace houses, eventually ending in turns on both ends. It is completely silent.
Homestead: Wonderful day. I wonder if these are just layers of heaven.
After looking up and down the street, Homestead begins to cross the road. Two seconds after she steps onto the road, she is impacted by a vehicle travelling at extreme speed. Camera turns to static less than a second after this.
Eight minutes static.
Homestead awakens in an arid shrubland environment featuring some vertical rock forms. After recuperating, Homestead stands. Some large unidentifiable fauna are moving in the distance.
Homestead: Wha…
Homestead examines a nearby rock form. A member of C. Dispar emerges from behind it. Both Homestead and the animal jump backwards in shock. They share a stare for a few seconds. Homestead regains composure and slowly approaches the animal.
Homestead: Hi. I'm… um. I'm not gonna hurt you.
The animal backs away further and makes a brief bleating sound.
Homestead: It's okay, it's okay. I feel like I've seen you somewhere before. Yeah, you were on that documentary on BBC1, the one about…
The animal calms and does not resist Homestead's advance, who rests her hand on its head.
Homestead: So this can send you back in time. Well, it's not outlandish at this point. I suppose I should want to take as much of it in as I can in the time I've got. I think I'm starting to cotton on to what this is all about.
After a minute the camptosaur's breathing visibly quickens and the animal becomes distressed before hastily leaving the location. Homestead looks around for a threat. A member of A. Jimmadseni can be seen rapidly approaching. Homestead gives a shaky sigh. The animal leans as it closes in and clasps its jaws around Homestead's upper body.
Seven minutes static.
Homestead wakes up in the reception room. The vertical coordination has been altered so that Homestead is standing on the ceiling. There is now less light. The door remains in the same place. After some time the door is opened by SCP-7659-1, who then approaches Homestead.
SCP-7659-1: Well done, well done! It should be all better now.
Homestead: What? What should be all better, what do you mean? What the hell was that?
SCP-7659-1: It's our process. It's been designed to make the best for everybody.
Homestead: What does that mean, in what way? I just got killed three times! And… where are the others?
SCP-7659-1: It's alright, they're both ok, don't fret. They've been sent away. They're back on site now.
Homestead: I'm not even gonna ask how you know about that.
SCP-7659-1: By nothing that risks the current state of the Foundation I can assure you. Now you're free to go.
SCP-7659-1 gestures towards the sinkhole mouth which is now situated next to them on the floor/ceiling.
Homestead: Why is it different, this place?
SCP-7659-1: You've completed it now, you're done. You've come out on the other side. I know you're confused but don't expect to realize how much good this has done you. There's a lot more to this world than everything you can see. You should know that as an employee of the Foundation. Now off you go.
After moments, Homestead leaves SCP-7659 through the sinkhole.
[END LOG]
It is still uncertain how Agent Tramley and Agent Logger left SCP-7659.
