Doctors Note: I'm very happy with Atlas' Recovery under our care, though I cannot stress enough that this was a very traumatic experience for him, one that will surely affect the remainder of his life. I've attached most compiled journal entries, logs, and other media to have a physical example of the SCP-7738 infection's progression.
Document 1:
A series of text messages between Ethics Liaison Atlas Keyestone and his partner, Senior Researcher Kyle Hill. Dated 3/19/2023.
Schnookums <3
Hey babe, have you been hearing all those footsteps at night?
No Atty
Could be the meeting room upstairs?
Maybe. Weird hour for a meeting though.
True. Give it a few days and if they're still bothering you I can check it out.
Sounds good, thanks. I luv you. <3
Document 2:
Atlas Keyestone's journal entry, dated 3/19/2023 (5 days after initial infection)
I've been feeling a bit weird since I visited my Grandfather. A bit paranoid. His stories creeped me out of course, but I've been hearing footsteps- me and Kyle theorized it's the meeting room upstairs, but I'm not sure. I've been clinging extra close to him at night. When we even manage to sleep that is ;) If this keeps happening, I'll probably get a quick psyche eval or something.
Document 3:
Atlas Keyestone's journal entry, dated 3/21/2023 (7 days after initial infection)
I saw it today. The monster from pop's story. I was walking back from the smoke shop and there it was. In an alley, tucked between Evelyn's and the bank. It had no eyes, but I could tell it was watching me. My heart dropped and I knew I had to get out of there. I kept passing it on the road back to the site. How did it follow me? What is it? I want to tell Kyle, but he's always so tired on tuesday nights. I'm scared.
Doctors Note: I've since reached out to Kyle Hill, but he has declined to comment. I'll leave him alone. I did interview Atlas several times, though I will put those transcripts later to maintain chronology.
Document 4:
Atlas Keyestone's journal entry, dated 3/24/2023 (10 days after initial infection)
I saw it again. I keep seeing it. I keep FUCKING SEEING IT
i told kyle im overworked
to keep him safe, he won't come over
It was right outside my car, maybe an inch from the drivers side door. I screamed and cried. If I had my gun in there I would've shot it where it stood. I can't go in bathrooms anymore. I see it behind me in the mirror.
It's watching me right now. I can't see it, but I know. I just know. Through the window. It keeps saying my name. Not my name. Her name.
Tessa.
Tessa.
Tessa.
Tessa.
I had to throw away my razor. If Kyle saw what I did with it he'd be worried.
Document 5:
Atlas Keyestone's journal entry dated 3/26/2023
I can't sleep anymore. It's just stood there, watching me. Work has been suffering. A lot. I'm really jumpy, but I have to be cautious. It could come for me any day now. I've been smoking again to keep my mind off of things.
Kyle is really worried. I can't keep lying to him much longer.
I hear it moving outside my room again. I'm not going to check it out. I don't know what the fuck it wants or what it is but I know it can't be good.
Document 6:
Atlas Keyestone's journal entry, dated 3/28/2023
I remember what that thing reminds me of. A poem, I read when I was a kid. I can't remember the name either.
Remember. I've been having trouble with that recently. I forgot my name this morning. Probably because it kept saying her name. Tessa, Tessa, Tessa. Why does it know that. Why the FUCK does it know SO MUCH.
I'm going up for fresh air, I'm gonna see if I can kill myself.
Document 7:
Atlas Keyestone's journal entry, dated 3/29/2023
I'm a piece of shit. I'm such a piece of shit. I had that gun pointed at the roof of my mouth and I'm not man enough to pull the trigger. Not man enough. Maybe the other kids were right. I'm just a girl playing fucking dress up.
God I'm so pathetic. Instead of talking to someone I'm just sitting here, running a box cutter across my arms.
Document 8:
Atlas Keyestone's journal entry, dated 4/19/2023
I haven't left my room in a few days. Haven't left the dorm in weeks.
I feel sick. But I can't go to medical. It's standing at the door.
I'm hungry, but I can't reach the kitchen. It's staring through the window.
I want to sleep. I'm so tired.
I can't keep doing this shit. I know what I need to do.
Document 9:
Second text exchange between Kyle Hill and Atlas Keyestone. Dated 4/19/2023 (36 days after initial infection)
Schnookums <3
Babe, you there? I wanna talk.
I'm really fucking worried about you.
You've been skittish since you visited your grandfather.
Im sorry, I'm so sorry.
There's been something after me, it's everywhere now.
I don't know what to do
What the fuck. I don't know what to say. I'll contact site sec just hang in there, ok?
Atlas?
Atlas please answer I'm worried
I'm going to ask it a question
Document 10:
Transcript of video recording found on Atlas Keyestone's phone. Dated 4/19/2023
[BEGIN VIDEO]
Camera opens facing Liaison Keyestone. It is clear he hasn't slept or changed in several days. His hair is dirty, and several dozen lay all across his arms in various states of healing. Dried blood coats the area around his nostrils, and his nose is crooked.
A. Keyestone: This is Ethics Liaison Atlas Keyestone. For the past- the past… I-
[20 Minutes of silence removed]
A. Keyestone: I need to do something.
Atlas stands up from his bed, and approaches the door, then opens it. He points the camera into the living room. SCP-7738-A is not visible
A. Keyestone: Can't you see it. In the corner. WHY ARE YOU HERE?! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!
No response. Atlas Keyestone starts to hyperventilate.
A. Keyestone: WHAT ARE YOU? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU?!
No response
A. Keyestone: ANSWER ME! PLEASE JUST FUCKING ANSWER ME.
No response. Atlas Keyestone drops the phone.
A. Keyestone: Please… please just say something! Please, I don't wanna keep doing this. Just fucking an-
Keyestone screams in pain. He has since confirmed it is at this point that he began hearing an "Immensely loud grinding noise". After this, only muttering and sobbing can be heard from him for 30 minutes, before the sound of the box cutter opening. The video then remains silent for a further 3 minutes, at which point security arrive.
[END LOG]
Incident Report: Shortly after Senior Researcher Hill received the final text from Keyestone, he contacted site security, who proceeded to his on-site dorm. Inside they found Keyestone unresponsive and bleeding heavily from two wounds on his wrists. Besides him, a box cutter was also found. Several dozen other partially healed cuts were also located elsewhere on his body. Keyestone was rushed to the site's medical wing where he was stabilized and given 3 days to recover before being placed into psychiatric care.
Document 11:
After a 3 months in foundation psychiatric care, Liaison Keyestone was allowed to resume his work under the condition that he submitted to an interview, which he agreed to. Transcript below.
Interviewed: Ethics Liaison Atlas Keyestone
Interviewer: Dr. W. Mearns
<Begin Log, 14:23 7/25/2023>
Dr. Mearns: Hello, Mister Keyestone. How are you feeling today?
A. Keyestone: Good. Better, I mean.
Dr. Mearns: Great, and how is the Physical Therapy going?
A. Keyestone: Good. I'm still having a little trouble walking and keeping food down though.
Dr. Mearns: I'm sorry, Atlas. I just have some questions about what happened in march, alright?
A. Keyestone: Yeah, that's fine.
Dr. Mearns: Take all the time you need to answer these questions, Atlas. Don't feel pressured.
Dr. Mearns: In your last text with Senior Researcher Hill, you said you were going to ask SCP-7738-A a question. I understand you have the ability to compel information through questions. What did you say?
A. Keyestone: I uh- I asked it what it was.
Dr. Mearns: Did it say anything?
A. Keyestone: No. For the first time in my life, no. I kept asking it questions. Where it came from, what it wanted. But it just stood there. Staring. Fucking staring at me.
Dr. Mearns: I see. And what drove you to use the box cutter on yourself?
A. Keyestone: What it did tell me.
Dr. Mearns: It spoke?
A. Keyestone: …
Dr. Mearns: What did it tell you, Atlas?
A. Keyestone: I asked it what it was.
Dr. Mearns: And it responded?
A. Keyestone: I wish it had.
Dr. Mearns: What do you mean?
A. Keyestone: It just made that FUCKING grinding sound. All my life I've been able to get any answer I wanted. To just ask, and know. Sure, I've hated it at times but this thing, that lived inside me, it just decided not to. It had that power over me. I was completely at its mercy. And that's the scariest part. I just- I'm sorry. You don't need to hear all this.
Dr. Mearns: …
Dr. Mearns: Consider yourself reinstated, Liaison. You're still required to attend biweekly therapy sessions, please don't miss them.
A. Keyestone: I won't.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Atlas Keyestone has since denied any further interviews and inquiries about his encounter with SCP-7738-A.
