The Designated Agent for the exploration was Víctor Penz, because of his previous experiences with the anomaly and for his artistic skills capable of detailing the environments and symbols in exploration work with speed and quality. To conduct his work, he was granted the following:
Agent Penz was asked to be cautious but direct, and that his main goal was to enter the building and identify any subjects that might inhabit it. After entering the anomaly, it took him 4 hours and 52 minutes to get out of it. He was observed to be physically tired and mentally exhausted, interviews with him proved unnecessary.
Preface: Agent Penz suffered a malfunction in his video recording equipment when he was introduced into the anomaly, leaving only the auditory record. The Agent made sketches in the assigned notebook as he went along, signing aside the approximate time where the sketches were made. A description of these is written along with the approximate time where they happened. If you want the document with the scan of the sketches, ask the chief investigator Miguel Caminos.
<START OF RECORDING>
V. Penz: Okay, I've entered the anomaly. It can be seen that the previous witnesses were right. The grass is up to my knees. It's a little itchy.
The Agent sighs, the rustling of the grass can be heard as he moves.
V. Penz: The air feels more saturated than normal, almost artificial. From what I remember from my classes on anomalous spaces, this is common in extra-dimensional sites. Steffano kept repeating it, breathing slowly and deliberate.
Silence for a minute.
V. Penz: Slow and deliberate.
The crunch of the grass is heard again for 4 minutes.
V. Penz: I haven't found the so-called tree that Rebeca talked about so much, and I still haven't seen the house that Amalia mentioned. I've only found one round stone that reaches up to my hips.
A slap on a smooth surface can be heard, which is assumed to be the stone. The Agent is heard jumping up and sitting on it. The Agent is heard jumping up and sitting on it.
V. Penz: Just grass and more grass, the sun is giving it a more orange hue than in previous explorations. Maybe a variation between people or its own climate, who knows.
The agent's pen makes a noise as he scrapes it against the paper.
V. Penz: Who knows.
The drawing made is a representation of the landscape as seen by Agent Penz from the stone. The grass can be seen stretching to the horizon. There are no mountains or any other kind of unevenness, the space of extension of the grasses is apparently infinite. [SEE FILE 222-A]
V. Penz: If I keep walking in one direction, I have to get somewhere. Ehm, let's see, I'm going to head north.
Only the wind, footsteps and breathing of the agent can be heard for 7 minutes. There's a pause.
V. Penz: Okay, I see something in the distance, it seems to be the building mentioned by Amalia. It is approximately 100 meters away. Although measuring distances in this place is becoming more and more confusing.
Agent Penz's breathing quickens momentarily. You can hear the agent's pace quickening, as if he's jogging. It doesn't stop until 8 minutes later.
V. Penz: I had to pick up the pace, otherwise I would never get there. I'm about 60 meters from the target. There is no sign that anyone has inhabited it, I’ll stop to take a graphic representation and continue.
On the page before this one you can see several unfinished sketches of the building. The complete drawing is a close-up representation of the building exactly in the center of the plan. It looks like a colonial-style house characteristic of rural Central America. With a roof of red tiles and walls painted in a uniform tone, according to the agent's notes, a yellowish tone. Stairs lead to a wooden door, and to both to the left and right iron windows can be seen. A symbol is engraved above the door, resembling a dripping brush in an Art-Deco style. [SEE FILE 222-B]
V. Penz: I haven't seen that strange symbol before, I suppose an anartistic signature.
Agent Penz is heard pulling the pistol from its holster.
V. Penz: Weapon ready, in case I get a hostile and find myself in a dangerous situation I have permission to shoot.
Agent Penz sighs, what seems to be his hand is heard passing through the grass.
V. Penz: I hope I don't need it.
As he approaches the house, the wind begins to blow harder, Agent Penz's voice can barely be heard in whispers.
V. Penz: Look down, beware of memes… Blurring the view, putting a hat on…
V. Penz: Well, I'm inches from the door, it doesn't seem to have been used for a long time.
The hand on the knob is heard, silence for 30 seconds, Agent Penz holds his breath.
V. Penz: Entering.
The door makes a squeaking sound. The Agent steps inside the house, his footsteps echoing.
V. Penz: I must speak softer for safety, the house seems not to follow a conventional architecture, and is larger inside than outside. It's somewhat empty.
The knock of the door echoes through the room. Agent Penz holds his breath for several seconds.
V. Penz: Gun up, remember.
Only footsteps are heard for 2 minutes.
V. Penz: Okay, safe zone. Report, I'm in what appears to be a central room, but there's no furniture or anything. The floor is terracotta, as far as I can see. There is no trace of anything or anyone.
Some knocking on wood can be heard.
V. Penz: The windows are covered, strange because from the outside they looked normal.
The Agent can be heard moving, then the crunch of a wrapper.
V. Penz: I'll eat one of my rations. It seems like a safe place. I just hope I still have time.
Agent Penz takes a bite out of his ration, the chewing is heard for several minutes.
V. Penz: You'd think that being in a pocket dimension would change something as basic as eating.
He takes what appears to be the last bite. Swallows with difficulty.
V. Penz: But, it tastes just like lunches during my training with Steffano…
The Agent sighs, he is heard putting the gun back in its holster, and what appears to be his notebook is heard.
V. Penz: Perhaps even better than lunches with Steffano.
A small drawing of the room is made at the top of the page, an arch facing another section of the building can be seen on the right, it can be deduced that it was made from a corner of the building. The drawing seems to be done more quickly than the others. In the lower area of the page, sketches that appeared to be of Dr. Steffano Gonzalez, the former tutor and instructor of Agent Penz, were found. When asked the reasons for this, he only explained that he felt the need to do so. [SEE FILE 222-C]
The Agent is heard standing up. A dripping sound echoes through the room.
V. Penz: What the hell was that?
Multiple smooth steps. The sound of the flashlight turning on. The dripping sound that the microphone picks up intensifies in volume and speed.
V. Penz: But what…
The drip stops momentarily. Agent Penz takes a couple more steps and stops.
V. Penz: It appears to be a humanoid entity, though its shape is not quite defined. I don't think he noticed my presence. It is composed of a viscous substance of multiple colors.
Body movement can be heard.
V. Penz: A sketch always makes things clearer.
It's the smallest sketch of all. The creature appears to be deformed and melting. Multiple drip marks can be seen around it. From the speed of the drawing, it must be assumed that this is not the most accurate representation of what is now referred to as SCP-ES-222-1. [SEE FILE 222-D]
A whisper is heard, Agent Penz is heard putting away his gear and drawing the weapon.
V. Penz: I don't come with any plans to attack you, if you speak Spanish, please let me know.
SCP-ES-222-1: Oh, Spanish?
The entity's voice sounds distorted, how it is able to vocalize remains unknown.
V. Penz: Yes, Spanish.
SCP-ES-222-1: How did you get here?
V. Penz: A back door.
SCP-ES-222-1: Gosh, I always tell the Lady and her wife to close the door before they leave!
V. Penz: Who?
SCP-ES-222-1: Long story, you can always sit down and listen to it.
Agent Penz is heard getting up. When he takes a couple of steps, you hear the characteristic sound of a clock and the whistle of what sounds like a teapot.
V. Penz: But where did all this come from?
SCP-ES-222-1: I see you've already come in. Would you like coffee, tea, anything else?
It sounds like a cushion releases air as Agent Penz sits on it.
V. Penz: Eh, mate, perhaps?
SCP-ES-222-1: Oh, from the Rio de la Plata? The lady told me about a friend of hers, an Argentinian boy, who was enthusiastic about sculpture. He gave her a special set of dishes for mate.
A cupboard opens and the slight crash of what seems to be dishes can be heard.
SCP-ES-222-1: She hasn't told me about him in years, the last thing I remember was that he had moved to Spain.
V. Penz: Sir, could you answer a few questions?
SCP-ES-222-1: Do you want me to tell you about the Lady?
The sound of a liquid pouring over a glass near the microphone. Agent Penz sighs.
V. Penz: Yes, tell me about her, please.
SCP-ES-222-1: Well, the last time I saw her, she told me that it was a particularly hot time. She liked to practice here. The cool weather clears minds.
V. Penz: I understand that.
SCP-ES-222-1: Oh, so you're an artist, too!
The sound of the dripping intensifies, and again the cushion is heard whistling, probably the entity sitting down.
V. Penz: Hey, I didn't say that.
SCP-ES-222-1: I've been living with a passionate artist for two years; I know how to identify another when I see them.
V. Penz: Only two years?
SCP-ES-222-1: Maybe more, maybe less, I haven't seen her for a while.
Silence for a minute.
SCP-ES-222-1: But hey, you shouldn't drink a mate with a bitter taste in your mouth. Go ahead and give it a try.
V. Penz: Where I work, I am not allowed to drink things when I go to work, sorry for that.
SCP-ES-222-1: It's understandable, too bad we'll lose such a good mate.
V. Penz: Sir, by the way, may I draw you quickly? I need it for my report.
SCP-ES-222-1: Oh, of course! The Lady doesn't let many reports of what happens within these walls be taken, but a portrait would be a lovely thing.
V. Penz: Understood.
A portrait of the above-mentioned entity, holding the cup with what is supposedly its hand, seated in an armchair decorated with fine tablecloths. In the background, a wall clock and a cupboard with a glass door can be seen. Inside are a few cups and what appear to be paintbrushes. [SEE FILE 222-D]
SCP-ES-222-1: Without a doubt, an exquisite work of art.
V. Penz: Thank you. It's not a big deal.
SCP-ES-222-1: The Lady would have loved them. She would put on the same silly smile that you have right now when her wife or I would tell her something about his art.
V. Penz: This lady you're talking about, who is she?
SCP-ES-222-1: Oh, a great person. She has an elegant demeanor and is a great creator. Although age plagues her from time to time, and sometimes I feel like her smile is fading.
V. Penz: Do you know her name?
SCP-ES-222-1: Well, sure! Ehm…
Silent for several seconds, the trickle stopped suddenly.
SCP-ES-222-1: The Lady has always been “Lady”. However, the few times she brought someone to these parts, she was called "My Flower, My Dahlia". I couldn't tell what that meant. Have you ever had anyone special, sir?
Silence for another several seconds. Agent Penz sighs.
V. Penz: Well, there's my instructor. It's kind of crude, and a bit gross, but I appreciate days like those at the shooting range. Since I was assigned to Spain, I haven't seen much of him.
SCP-ES-222-1: Remember to cherish your loved ones, and you'd better drink the mate, or I'll have to throw it away.
V. Penz: Yes, whatever. About this lady, how long has it been since you haven't seen her?
SCP-ES-222-1: Time is confusing around here, you know? And speaking of time, yours is running out.
V. Penz: Excuse me?
SCP-ES-222-1: What you hear, young man. Enough talk for today.
The squeaking of a piece of furniture is heard, a couple of sticky footsteps are approaching Agent Penz.
SCP-ES-222-1: If you see the Lady, remember to tell her to please close the back door. Oh, and don't forget to take care of it. We don't want a repeat of last time's dimensional degradation, quite a disaster. Thank you.
Agent Penz's breathing becomes agitated.
V. Penz: But, I still don't know anything. Why are you here? What is this place? Who are you?
SCP-ES-222-1: Me? I am nothing more than a servant.
V. Penz: A servant? What do you mean by a servant?
SCP-ES-222-1: A servant is one who enters an empty room and makes it appear emptier than before.
<END OF RECORDING>
Conclusion: Agent Penz was violently ejected from SCP-ES-222-A. Luckily, equipment was prepared for his return, so no incident occurred. When asked about his sudden trust with the entity, the agent was able to respond. He asked to be reappointed to his original team in Argentina, along with Dr. Steffano Gonzalez. Whether or not this is related to the anomaly is currently unknown.
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