Item #: SCP-8757
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8757 is to be housed in a medium-security high-security humanoid containment unit in Site-17 with modest furniture and decoration. Any objects within the cell which may be used to harm personnel or damage equipment are to be promptly confiscated. SCP-8757 is to be administered Class A amnestics following experiments that expose SCP-8757 to bodily harm of itself or others to minimize resistance.
SCP-8757 is to have moderately loose leather restraints anchored by the torso and around the ankles and wrists which are programmed to constrict when activated. Under no circumstances should the restraints be completely removed. The bonds are to be cleaned and replaced only one restraint at a time every other day. Said leather restraints are to each have Temporal Displacement Sensors embedded deep in the material to avoid damage.1The Temporal Displacement Sensors will activate at any non-authorized BCT-Event, alerting personnel and incapacitating SCP-8757 via the constricting restraints.
Information regarding the Foundation, Dr. Earlston, and any major past events may only be shared to the entity with O5 Command authorization.
An unauthorized BCT-Event is a form of containment breach and necessitates a similar response, including a Site lockdown until recontainment. Dr. Glass, SCP-8757's designated therapist, is to then advise a behavioral correction response and have it be executed.
Anything that is suspected to be an SCP-8757-A instance is to be immediately reported to personnel assigned to SCP-8757. SCP-8757-A instances are to be thoroughly researched and assigned their own dedicated Containment Procedures. Depending on the severity of an instance, SCP-8757 may be given a behavioral correction response by Dr. Glass’s orders.
In light of Incident 8757-2, SCP-8757 must be escorted by armed security personnel every time it is outside of its cell. Personnel assigned to and near SCP-8757 must have completed Level 3B training with the Department of Temporal Anomalies.
Description: SCP-8757 is an adult humanoid female of Western European descent, 19 years of age, and the biological daughter of Senior Researcher Dr. Earlston. It possesses the ability to temporally displace itself in a Branch Collapse-like Temporal Event (hereby referred as a BCT-Event) to a past event it has moderate awareness2of. The duration of the event displacement is dependent on how much time the entity needs to alter the trajectory of the chosen event, or when it finds the closure of the BCT-Event necessary. Any successful interference with the event spawns a dependent radius of anomalous hyperactivity centered upon the entity's manifestation point. The nature of the anomalous effects is related to the altered event.
Following a successful event interference via a BCT-Event, artifacts of the abandoned timeline, designated SCP-8757-A instances, spontaneously manifest and dissipate. Examples of SCP-8757-A include:
- Memories of the abandoned timeline in nearby individuals
- Objects not present in the current timeline
- Changes in condition of objects native to the current timeline
- Individuals not present in the current timeline
SCP-8757 cannot temporally displace itself in events via a BCT-Event where its past self has personal proximity to. Physically restricting conditions upon SCP-8757's current bodily form will influence its mobility during its BCT-Event.
SCP-8757's anomalous abilities first manifested when grieving Dr. Earlston’s murder, determined to have occurred on January 11th, 2021 in the now abandoned timeline. It then successfully prevented Dr. Earlston’s murder, which caused various SCP-8757-A instances to manifest. After Foundation-led investigations and an interview with Dr. Earlston (see Interview Log 1), it was determined that Dr. Earlston’s daughter was the anomaly responsible for these manifestations. With the assistance of Dr. Earlston, SCP-8757 was captured and contained with little incident.
Incident Report 8757-1
The following is security CCTV footage recorded starting at 9:27PM at the northern entrance of ███████ shopping center in ██████, Nevada.
Dr. Earlston walks into view while focusing on fishing her keys from her purse with her right hand while her left holds both the purse and a moderately-sized shopping bag. No other individuals can be seen in the view of the camera.
SCP-8757 spontaneously materializes four (4) meters in front of Dr. Earlston.
SCP-8757: MOM! Don't go over there!
Visible distress can be seen in SCP-8757. Dr. Earlston staggers back and drops the shopping bag in surprise.
Dr. Earlston: CeCe- what?!
SCP-8757: I’m from the future! S-someone kills you! I don't know why, some kind of vendetta- doesn't matter! We gotta go back to the car!
SCP-8757 points northwards. Closer inspection of the footage reveals that it is sobbing.
Dr. Earlston: CeCe! How did you-
SCP-8757: Listen to me before he notices!
SCP-8757 grabs Dr. Earlston’s arm with its trembling hands and tugs towards the lower edge of the frame.
Dr. Earlston: CeCe- what happened?!
Closer examination of the footage reveals tears forming in Dr. Earlston’s eyes.
SCP-8757: You died! You were- are murdered about 10 minutes from now! You gotta listen to me! You’ll die if you don't! I can't live without you, mom! Dad can't either-
Dr. Earlston: CeCe! How did you-
SCP-8757: I don't know! I was just thinking about how I would prevent your death if I could… and then… I can!
Dr. Earlston: No, this isn't…
SCP-8757: Just go to the car and let's get out of here! You gotta be safe!
SCP-8757 pulls itself and Dr. Earlston out of the frame while trembling profusely. The audio of their voices can still be heard, though fading rapidly.
Dr. Earlston: CeCe, You're…
SCP-8757: Here to save you, yeah! I get to actually save you! Dad will be happy again! I’ll be happy again!
Dr. Earlston: You’re no longer considered… human. No… not one of mine…
Both voices are now too far away to be picked up by the security camera.
END LOG
Interview Log 1
The Interview is of Dr. Earlston and held by Junior Researcher Figg. It takes place at roughly 4:30 PM on March 28, 2021.
Figg: I know you didn't want this, but we need to figure things out.
Earlston: You can stop with the pleasantries, Ryan. Just get to the questions already.
Figg: W-We can't address- Never mind. First, we need to know the conditions of SCP-
Shuffling of papers from Figg’s end can be heard.
Earlston: My daughter, CeCe.
Figg: You haven't shown this empathy for the other humanoids here. She really is different to you, yes?
Earlston: Yeah. It's hypocritical. But she's everything to me. The artistry she's been-
Figg: She’ll be treated well, we allow art for recreation, remember? We've already planned to assign her to Dr. Glass.
Earlston stays silent for approximately ten (10) seconds.
Earlston: Whoever her therapist is has to be one of the least of my problems. Of her problems.
Figg: You know things have gotten better for the humanoids here than when you first joined. The experiments have been less extreme.
Earlston: Yes, she’ll have those hobbies, but she won't be free. God, I haven't cared for these poor humanoids this much in years…
Figg: You know this is necessary, right? Those -A instances are dangerous. They need to be controlled.
Earlston slams her hand on the table.
Earlston: God damnit. I know it's necessary, but she's my daughter-
Figg: Then you must know what's best for her, right? She’ll harm herself and others if her abilities remain unchecked. She already has.
Earlston: Damnit. I can't believe how… how hurt I am now at something I used to barely bat an eye at. Finally got a taste of my own bitter medicine.
Figg: I think that anger only proves that you know the truth. That softness shows you care- care about the consequences. I know she's everything to you-
Earlston: Ask the director that I get a controlled visit with her at least every week3. Make sure every experiment is closely examined by the Ethics Committee. At least assigning her to the only Level Four researcher who actually cares about these humanoids beyond what’s required is a start.
Figg: I can only ask for those things if you answer these questions and let her go.
Earlston: What’s the first question?
Figg: Do you know of any other usage of her anomalous ability we don't know of?
Earlston: She never tells me everything. She's been trusting me less and less. Poor girl prevents any local incident that tugs on her heartstrings. I told her to stop. I told her about the Foundation but she-
Figg: So you do know what's necessary?
Earlston whispers, her eyes trained on the floor.
Earlston: Yeah.
Figg: What do you know?
Earlston: Well there's the obvious car crash we know she prevented. Apparently, she also prevented more petty events, such as an embarrassing conversation. She claims she didn't notice any other ‘glitches’- that's what she calls -A instances- beyond what we've discovered. I know she had notice some. She's too stubborn for her own good.
Figg: Joys of being a mother, huh?
Figg writes down some information on a notepad.
Earlston: Not so joyous when your child becomes anomalous just to- do you think it has something to do with my seniority in the Temporal Department? God, what’s the next question?
Earlston shakes her head.
Figg: We know as much as you do. Does she know anything that could be a danger to the Foundation and our operations?
Earlston: She basically only knows the Foundation as ‘a secret organization that captures humans with superpowers’. Can't tell her much more without getting chewed out by our superiors.
Figg: Her understanding is that simple, huh? At least it’s a good thing.
Earlston: I just wanted to warn her. Get her to stop but…
Earlston trails off and stays silent for approximately five (5) seconds.
Figg: Well, here comes the most difficult question. What would be the safest, clean-cut way to… detain her?
Earlston goes rigid but continues after a pause of approximately twelve (12) seconds.
Earlston: Her containment procedures might include those temporal-sensing restraints, correct? Hopefully the other option won't be chosen.
Figg: Can’t stop reading prohibited paperwork, can't you? I’ll ask if you can advocate for her.
Figg lets out a small laugh. Earlston keeps her eyes focused on the floor.
Earlston: If it involves my daughter, I can’t stop digging for more information. Someone must have neglected to keep it from my ability to access it. And please do anything to avoid those awful brain chips.
Figg: I’ll do my best, and I know you will too. But back to the point, what would be the safest, most ideal way to detain her?
Earlston stifles a sob.
Earlston: I’ll… have to give her an injection of something to… knock her out. I want her to be well adjusted to her new life when she wakes up, clear? I can't believe I've been this blind until it happens to someone I love!
Figg: Again, I’ll ask. I can't guarantee it. And it's okay to have questions.
Earlston: I won't assist with the detainment until at least most of requests are accepted. And no, the guilt of me being so blind is more than ‘having questions’.
Figg: We'll find out by tomorrow.
Earlston: No answer? Well, then the next day I can betray my daughter.
Figg: The more you think about it in that light the more it will torture you. Let the past go.
Earlston looks away from the floor and retains eye contact with Figg.
Earlston: Shouldn't we be heading to our offices to file a schedule?
Figg: Thank you for your cooperation despite… everything. You should be notified by the end of tomorrow if your requests are approved.
END LOG
Interview Log 2
The Interview is of SCP-8757 held by Dr. Glass and takes place roughly 1:30PM on April 18th 2021.
Dr. Glass: I know you prefer to start the conversation on your own terms, CeCe, so just start when you're ready.
SCP-8757 abruptly stops fidgeting with restraints on its arms and looks up.
SCP-8757: I'm glad you still use my name, even if you technically aren't allowed to use it.
Dr. Glass: You're welcome. I can… bend the rules when it comes to suiting my patient's needs.
SCP-8757: My mom is the only other staff member who uses my name… I think. I'm still not ready to see her.
Dr. Glass: There is no rush, CeCe.
SCP-8757: She probably wants to see me, though. I get a chance one a week… but she's the one that took me here.
Dr. Glass: I know.
SCP-8757: And she was the one that warned me about you guys! Yet she's the one that- damnit. I can't see her, not yet.
Dr. Glass leans in, SCP-8757 notably leans away. Dr. Glass stops.
Dr. Glass: She did this for a reason. Your abilities are dangerous when unchecked.
SCP-8757: I promised her I wouldn't use them again! I'll just live my life normally… like I did before I manifested that ability one day. That curse.
Dr. Glass: Unfortunately using them only one time is enough to bring the need of the Foundation. She said you kept using them behind her back.
SCP-8757: It's stupid. I got these practically god-like powers, and I felt like I had control in my life. I could change reality…
Dr. Glass: I don't blame you for feeling that way.
SCP-8757: Rainer doesn't anymore, though. He hasn't used his powers for his own wants in… years?! He… frustrates me…
Dr. Glass: SCP-4051?
SCP-8757: Oh, that's the number? I can barely keep track even of my own.
Dr. Glass: What did he say?
SCP-8757: He admitted he has trauma from this place; he doesn't want to escape, though. Says it's 'pointless', even though he has stronger powers than me! He can literally manifest… anything!
Dr. Glass: Is that why you threw the plate on the floor?
SCP-8757: Yes! I-I didn't mean to I just… moved my hand and…
Dr. Glass: The Site is considering using paper plates instead.
SCP-8757: At least I won't get tackled down to the floor if I push one on the floor then.
Dr. Glass: You were tackled?
SCP-8757: Well… not exactly, but I was still restrained. At least these stupid things didn't go off again. Last time they went off everyone laughed at me…
SCP-8757 lightly tugs on the restraints on its arms.
Dr. Glass: Originally there were plans to implant a computer chip in your brain to paralyze you whenever commanded to. Your mom worked hard to convince them to use less invasive methods. The chips have been seen to cause permanent brain damage before.
SCP-8757: No matter what you say, I'm still going to be mad at her. At one point she was my only friend… most points actually…
Dr. Glass: I never said you couldn't be angry at her.
SCP-8757: I know, I know. But… I guess I'm kinda thankful that… I haven't gone through anything like that. Rainer said he…
SCP-8757 trails off and shakes its head.
Dr. Glass: I'm glad you bonded with him. And not everyone laughed at you then.
SCP-8757: It felt like it! But despite this small bond I had, you guys isolated me when I broke that stupid plate. It was the best bond I've had in… a while.
Dr. Glass: I've requested for that penalty to not be used against you again. Like we saw earlier today, it only makes things worse. I think you've always been lonely.
SCP-8757: Yeah, but… Rainer's been through far worse. Can you tell them to not do those terrible things to him?
Dr. Glass: I'm unfortunately not one of the personnel assigned to him.
SCP-8757: You should be. It would make it things better for him.
Dr. Glass: You care for him, don't you?
SCP-8757: Yeah. He said he also wasn't born with his abilities, but developed them when… something happened. Something with his mom. He wouldn't tell me exactly what. I have a feeling he's not allowed to. I just always struggled finding friends, and it kinda hurts me that he suffers so much more than me. I think that's another reason I broke the stupid plate.
Dr. Glass: She did tell me you had that compassion, nothing about being lonely, though.
SCP-8757 scoffs and folds its arms.
SCP-8757: Yeah. She always hides that part that I basically have no friends, but maybe I could… find some here. I sorta did with Rainer and that one other girl.
Dr. Glass: It's worth a shot. Though, I wouldn't get so invested in others’ pain.
SCP-8757: I'll try not to, but I almost feel guilty for the few privileges I do have.
Dr. Glass: But you don't have to feel guilty, it won't make this situation any better.
SCP-8757: Yeah. I've been an emotional mess since I woke up bound to that bench. I'm trying to find… a place? I really was lonely before this. I guess I still am.
Dr. Glass: She only had good things to say about you. Your loneliness, is that why you grew so attached to Rainer?
SCP-8757: Maybe… maybe. Yeah- yes. But can you try to help Rainer?
Dr. Glass: I'll see what I can do. Well, we accomplished what I was hoping for this interview.
Shuffling of papers can be heard while SCP-8757 looks towards the door.
SCP-8757: Oh, the stupid plate thing?
Dr. Glass: Mainly your emotions behind it all.
SCP-8757: I'm glad someone as high ranking as you actually cares about stuff like that.
Dr. Glass: Of course. Would you like to continue this conversation tomorrow? An experiment session is scheduled soon.
SCP-8757: Oh yeah, those actually aren't that bad. I can't remember some of them too well… they're just… pleasant feelings. A strange soup of happy…
Dr. Glass: I'm glad you feel that way. May we continue this tomorrow?
SCP-8757: Sure. I have a few more things to say tomorrow. And maybe show you some of my more recent art, but, goodbye for now.
END LOG
Diary Entry Written by SCP-8757 on May 2nd 2021
This entry is included for the purposes of psychological analysis of SCP-8757 and showcasing of early plans prior to Incident 8757-2.
They're probably going to read this… honestly I think they've read my other entries as well. But… I just need to spill my thoughts here. Dr. Glass was right, having a diary does help.
But yeah, it's been a little over a month since I was brought here. First month out of hundreds, I guess. I still haven't seen my mother. I'm not sure how close I am to actually seeing her. I know she misses me, I guess that makes me selfish… but she still took me here! She tucked me in for the night, gave me this speech about how captivity by the Foundation is necessary and then BAM! The next thing I know I'm strapped to a bench in a moving vehicle. Did a lot of screaming then… I don't think I could ever forgive her for that agonizing moment. Then again I should have listened to her, though Dr. Glass did say one usage of my powers is bad enough. Definitely the third-worst thing I've gone through recently. Second being when I was brought into the Site and forced to wear this itchy jumpsuit and these TERRIBLE restraints… and first…
I'm glad I met Rainer, but it was also a curse at the same time. I saw the torment this place brought, the dullness in his eyes that I know wasn't there when he was first brought here years ago. In a way he's like me. He cares about his mom and she was the catalyst that manifested his powers in the first place… couldn't tell me any further than that, though. Those guards are so intimidating when they're listening to every word we speak. Anyway, when he told me that escape was pretty much futile, and how it's best to WORK with the Foundation- even though they clearly don't treat him that well- it just… hurt me. His words twisted in my brain like some parasitic worm. Hot tears formed in my eyes, my arm swung and next thing I know, the plate of my mostly-uneaten food was lying on the ground in shards. The guards instantly seized me, but what made it EVEN WORSE was the almost… disappointment in Rainer's eyes. It twisted in my stomach like a knife.
I hate to admit it but… I have it better than Rainer. Guy only gets like… 30 minutes out of his cell minus testing and therapy sessions. He hasn't seen his mom in years, yet I CAN see mine (weekly!), yet I'm being all bratty and refusing to see her. I know she did this to me, but… maybe I should see her once… just once. Another painful truth is that the experiments I go through are infinitely better than Rainer's. He never went into the details, but he implied that they were nothing short of torture- especially the older ones. Most mine are blobs of happy… something. The ones I can fully identify are as pathetic as talking to someone. Sometimes it bothers me that I don't suffer while everyone does… though I should be thankful I have it so much better than him- and the majority of humanoids here. Though at least Emma is kinda in the same boat as me. I know I should be grateful- and I am- but it also hurts. It hurts that so many others suffer while I mostly don't… granted they don't have to wear these awful restraints, but still. I hope Dr. Glass actually keeps his word and helps Rainer, even if he isn't assigned to him.
Emma’s really the only thing keeping me from that hurt taking me over. Her time here isn't very bad as well. She also can't remember her experiments5 too much either… I wonder if there's a correlation. She talks about her old life too, though hers is full of friends and fun times. Mine is just kinda… lonely. My boss at where I used to work thinks I'm dead… don't think he cares that much. At least my Dad cares. He doesn't know about the Foundation enough to know that I'm still alive. Anyway, I wonder what her peers think about her being ‘dead’. Unfortunately she still doesn't mean there aren't plenty of others suffering. I don't know, at least I'm not the only one whose experience is just… meh. But I can't stop thinking about the tortures so many of the others go through. I think I can hear their screams in the testing wing. Makes my experiments seem almost… spoiling, if that makes sense.
I don't really know how to end this but… I almost want to do… it. Won't say what 'it' is just in case the dumb staff read this… but it's been gnawing in my mind since I got here- before I got here. I know it's dumb, I know it won't work, but I almost want to do it anyway. To prove Rainer wrong. To prove that we should still defy the Foundation, even if it makes no sense… yeah, that's how dumb I am, I guess. I’ll probably end up suffering more and NOT proving him wrong, but at least I'll be suffering as much as him… as the others. For some strange reason that makes me feel kinda better about myself. I gotta plan 'it' out, though. Wanna make sure it's not too pathetic. Welp… peace out for now, diary6.
Incident Report 8757-2
The following is an escape attempt performed by SCP-8757 on May 10th, 2021.
3:25 PM: SCP-8757 is sitting on a couch on the leftmost side of Recreational Room A. It is looking to the northern side of the view.
3:26 PM: A security guard moves into the northern side frame of the camera.
3:26 PM: SCP-8757 stands up and walks to the southern side of the frame with a trembling gait and out of view.
3:29 PM: Analysis of footage and SCP-8757-A instances retroactively reviewed after this incident conclude that SCP-8757 performed a BCT-Event to temporally displace itself two (2) seconds in the past behind aforementioned guard and steals the pistol from his belt7.
3:29 PM: SCP-8757 finishes its BCT-Event and shoots the guard in the left upper arm where it stands in the southern side of the frame. It is noted that its restraints did not activate despite the unauthorized performance of a BCT-Event.
3:30 PM: SCP-8757 runs back into the frame and down the stairs to Ground Level Two (2) of the Humanoid Containment Wing.
3:31 PM: In the frame of a security camera located in the stairwell hallway of Ground Level Two (2) of the Humanoid Containment Wing, SCP-8757 fires the stolen weapon at any approaching guards, hitting three (3) others in the arm, leg and stomach respectively.
3:32 PM: At this time in the recording, the aforementioned guard contacts level four personnel to conduct a full site-wide lockdown for the containment breach of SCP-8757.
3:33 PM: Approximately a total of six (6) BCT-Events were performed by SCP-8757 throughout the next fifty one (51) seconds in various locations of the hallway in attempts to distract the security guards and other staff from detaining it as it ran through the hallway. The third (3rd) attempt failed.
3:34 PM: The latter attempts of distracting guards with past self manifesting via BCT-Event fail to keep it from being detained.
3:36 PM: SCP-8757 shoots itself in its shoulder. SCP-8757 collapses and is promptly unarmed and brought to the infirmary.
END LOG
Interview Log 3
The interview is held by Dr. Glass in the infirmary at approximately 12:00PM on May 16th, 2021.
SCP-8757 is bound to the medical bed and Dr. Glass is sitting on a folding chair across from the bed.
Dr. Glass: Nice to see you again, CeCe.
SCP-8757: It’s not nice. I… I'm sorry…
Dr. Glass: You caused quite the stir, didn't you?
SCP-8757: Are the guards I… shot… are they okay?
Dr. Glass: Yes.
SCP-8757: That’s good! I-I know I shot them… I’m really sorry. I just panicked. I couldn't think…
Dr. Glass: You seemed to attempt to fatally shoot yourself. Was it because of the guilt?
SCP-8757: Y-yeah. Well not… fatally shoot myself. I didn't want to die… just, I don't know. I was panicking. It's just that everything was collapsing on me and the guilt filled me to the brim. I knew it wasn't gonna end well, but seeing it happen… I did some crazy things and I still don't fully understand why.
Dr. Glass: Was this escape attempt never supposed to be successful?
SCP-8757 shrugs against the tight restraints and winces from the pain of the wound.
SCP-8757: I knew it would never end well, but for some stupid reason that didn't stop me. Again, I don't understand why.
Dr. Glass sighs. SCP-8757 looks away.
Dr. Glass: Then why? Why all of this?
SCP-8757: It was kind of my way to rebel… to fight this new life again I was forced into. This… humanless status I was given. Then when it all started falling apart… and I saw the blood dripping from the guards’ wounds… I kinda just…
Dr. Glass: You rebel yet… you only made your life here worse. You'll be put in a high-security containment unit. You'll have to spend the majority of the day isolated from most others.
SCP-8757: At least I'll finally know how Rainer feels. It's so stupid, but I'm almost… glad I can relate to him. Maybe deep down this whole thing was less of a rebellion and to…
Dr. Glass: You’re happy about your restricted freedom?
SCP-8757: No, not exactly. A part of me even wishes I could go back in time and stop myself from doing that, but… I don't know… it's something to think about.
Dr. Glass: Do you almost feel like you did this stunt to… fit in? Find a place? Even a cruel one?
SCP-8757 shrugs again, this time with notably less movement.
SCP-8757: Maybe…. maybe not. The more I think about it, the stupider I feel.
Dr. Glass: Well, would you like to move on to the next subject?
SCP-8757: Sure, why not. The guilt and shame about what I did and the consequences for it are eating me alive like maggots.
Dr. Glass: All four Temporal Displacement Sensors were damaged by what seemed to be a fork, causing none of them to be able to sense your BCT-Event. Security camera footage shows you slipping a used fork underneath your restraints. When exactly did you use that fork when hidden from the cameras?
SCP-8757: Usually underneath the blankets or in the bathroom. I heard the bathroom in my new cell has a camera in it… along with a bed with a see-through blanket.
Dr. Glass: I’m sure you got an earful of all the penalties and limitations you earned yourself. Along with porcelain plates, you've gotten rid of metal silverware as well.
SCP-8757: At least I left my mark here… even if it's an ugly one. These new limitations and rules are going to suck but, at least I won't have to feel so much empathy for the others.
Dr. Glass: Is that why you did this? You think your own suffering removes you of the 'necessity’ to feel for others?
SCP-8757: I guess that came out kind of wrong. I'm not that messed up in the head! Maybe…
Dr. Glass: What good did it do?
SCP-8757: What?
Dr. Glass: If you're now ‘suffering as much as the others’, who does it help? No one is suffering less, just more.
SCP-8757: I… I guess you have a point…
Dr. Glass: Now what? Where will you take this?
SCP-8757: I… I don't know. I really… messed up. The guards will fully recover, right?
Dr. Glass: Will you?
SCP-8757 stays silent and still for five (5) seconds.
SCP-8757: I… I don't know… can I eventually get my privileges back?
Dr. Glass: Now you see how useless suffering is?
SCP-8757: I guess, but… at least I'm like the others.
Dr. Glass: Still does no good, does it?
SCP-8757: I guess… Could I get my privileges back?
Dr. Glass: Near perfect behavior, no signs of resistance whatsoever. I despise saying this but you dug quite the hole for yourself.
SCP-8757: I guess I did. At least I'm sorta like Rainer now, even if it does no good.
Dr. Glass: Should we end this session for now? Our regular therapy sessions will be coming back, though security will be greatly increased.
SCP-8757: Yeah, I guess I deserve it. See you later.
Dr. Glass: Goodbye, CeCe.
SCP-8757: Bye… Thank you.
END LOG
Diary Entry Written by SCP-8757 on May 17th, 2021
This entry is included for the purposes of psychological analysis of SCP-8757 and its mental state post Incident 8757-2.
I'm so sorry it ended up like this. All you did was save me with the pure intention of preventing tragedies of this beautiful yet broken world, but playing god has its consequences, some more man made than others. When you saw your fellow damned souls suffer, you couldn't let them suffer without you, but only then did you see the pointlessness of it all. More suffering does not make this world a better place. My contradictory death only dragged you into a world of contradictory emotions. As much as I miss you, you won't see me, nor my statement, it seems even my very actions are contradictory. I wished I had faced the truth of the Foundation’s sins sooner.
- Senior Researcher Earlston
The above quote from Dr. Earlston is included in the documents for the purposes of further understanding SCP-8757's psychological behaviors and relations with Dr. Earlston.
Diary Entry Written by SCP-8757 on October 15th, 2021
This entry is included for the purposes of psychological analysis of SCP-8757 and its reactions to the waning penalties.
I think I am going to see my mother again. Hopefully they'll accept my request. Thankfully they've been slowly giving me back my privileges I lost that idiotic day. A few months ago I was able to draw again. I saved a stash for my mother. A thank you gift, I guess.
Recently I was finally able to see Rainer again… I think my eyes might be almost as dull as his, but at least I know not to make things worse for myself anymore. Nothing in this prison of a Site got any better when I added my tally to the suffering 'non' humans here… so I've been slowly gaining them back… even if it tortures me that Rainer struggles even harder to gain them back… same with all the others. There goes that stupid guilt again…
But yeah, I'm slowly making my life here better, one barely accepted request at a time. Got my soft bed back! Glad Emma asked for me. I kinda consider her a friend now! Same with Rainer. Things are getting better. Hopefully they'll let me see my mother when I finally ask for once. I didn't save her for nothing!9