SCP-SECRET-J was first observed by a UIU agent shopping at a nondescript roadside convenience store in D█████, F██████. After [DATA EXPUNGED] suddenly transferred to Foundation containment.
Location: A standard room-temperature room with gray walls, gray flooring, and a gray table with four equidistant legs.
Interviewer: Starting recording. My name is ██████████████████████████████████████████ ██. State your full name and occupation for the record please.
Interviewee: No thanks.
Interviewer: Pretty please? It'll all be censored in the transcript.
Interviewee: …fine. ███████ █████████ ████, UIU agent.
Interviewer: Well, Abigail, tell me what happened.
Interviewee: Well, it was a pretty ordinary day. I was driving home after a long day of exceptional case analysis and inquiry, and I realized I was running low on gas, so I stopped by the gas store to fuel up. One twenty-three a gallon, can you believe it? If prices get any higher than this, mark my words, America will fall.
Interviewer: (yawning) Please stay on topic.
Interviewee: This is all important context, so deal with it. Where was I? Oh, gas prices. You know, the only thing higher than 'em was the temperature. I was sweating, my car was sweating, and the gas was turning to gas as soon as it came out the nozzle. Wasted about fifty bucks filling my car up with air.
Interviewer: (noncommital grunt)
Interviewee: Anyways, I was thirsty from all the heat, so I stepped into the store to see if I could buy a big bag of ice. Except I think the AC was broken because it was hotter than Hell inside. The cashier had passed out across the register and melted into the counter, which had also passed out and melted into the floor.
The interviewer, lost in a daydream, does not respond.
Interviewee: Then I saw it.
Interviewer: Saw what?
Interviewee: Haagen-Dazs' Dark Chocolate Mega Ice Cream Bars. They were 50% off, so I grabbed like five boxes even though I knew they were going to melt when I stepped outside. Oh yeah, and also there was [REDACTED] on a shelf next to them. You can have it.
The interviewee tosses SCP-SECRET-J onto the table, startling the interviewer.
Interviewee: Here's where it really gets interesting.
[DATA SPONGED]
Interviewer: Shit, really?
At this point, security guards intervened to terremind both individuals that the allotted meeting time was over.