Al Hughes

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Interviewé : Agent █████ ███ ████, maintenant désigné ''Agent'' (Addendum: Conformément au protocole Wilkes-Booth/Oswald, toutes le information concernant l’identité de O5-█ on été supprimés.)

Interviewer : Assistant Directeur ██████████, maintenant désigné ''Interviewer''.

Avant-propos : Cette interview à eu lieu le ██-██-████, deux jours après la capture de SCP-953 le ██-██-████ (Voir SCP-953 annexe 953-V: Prior Incidents, Casualties Resulting From). L'Agent █████ ███ ████ fut le seul survivant de l’incident, durant lequel il accomplie la capture de SCP-953 vivant. Se qui suit est une transcription du debriefing ayant eu lieu après le confinement initial de SCP-953.

Addendum: Le ██-██-████, cette transcription a été digitalisé suivant le Directive de Modernisation de la Fondation. Intégrité du fichier confirmé par l'opérateur technique V████. Le formatage, la terminologie, et la comparabilité peuvent différé des fichiers d'interview plus récent suite à la Restructuration de ████. Lorsque cela a été possible, des équivalent on été utilisé.


<Début de l'enregistrement>
[à partir de là, la police change en "Andale Mono;Courier New;Courier;monospace" selon Open Office ; exeption des extraits souligné ]

Parfait, commençons. Veuillez annoncez votre nom, grade et numéro de registre pour l'enregistrement.

Agent █████ ███ ████, Cinquième escouade, Division de l'est Note: Suivant la Restructuration de ████, cette unité à été renommé Forces d'Intervention Mobiles Theta-3, "Silla Daggers."

Merci. Pouvez vous me dire se que vous vous rappeler des evenements alentours du ██-██-████?

Bien sûr. Hum… par où voulez vous que je commence ?

Pourquoi pas le tout début ? Où étiez-vous lorsque vous avez reçus votre ordre de mission ?

[DONNÉES SUPPRIMÉES]

Merci d'avoir clarifier se point. Pouvez vous me dire se qui a eu lieu quant vous êtes arrivé sur le site ?

Oui, aucun problème. Nous sommes arrivés sur place et somme allés à la morgue, pour voir les corps. I used the cover story of a reporter investigating the crimes, told them [Agent 1] and [Agent 2] were my photographer and assistant. Turns out they were thinking that it was a wild animal, based on the nature of the wounds and eyewitness accounts.

There was an eyewitness?

Yeah, a little old lady. Went out into the rice field to take a piss and saw it eating her cow. She was more mad than scared, actually, kept complaining about where she was gonna get another cow in this day and age with the times being as tough as they were. She got a good look at it, though, and described it as a [DATA EXPUNGED]. Looking back, I think that's where the problems started…

Can you explain?

Remember how [Agent 1] and [Agent 2] were both ████, but I was ██████? Yeah. The thing is, both our cultures have stories of these kinds of monsters in it, but it's different in ████████ folklore. Their stories tend to romanticize. You get stories of monsters falling in love with humans and things a lot. Hell, they even joked about trying to score a ███ wife out of this. Not in the stories my grandma told, though. That sadistic old bitch loved scaring me, and she [DATA EXPUNGED]

[DONNÉES CORROMPUES]

We saw this girl sitting under a waterfall, combing out her hair. Not naked. She had this thin robe on. Beautiful girl too, but we knew it had to be her because of her feet. She was trying to hide them, but she wasn't doing it right. [Agent 1] and [Agent 2] smiled. Even I thought we had the edge on her. Oh god, we were stupid.

Please explain.

She knew we were after her. She knew we knew what she was. She was… she was… it's like a spider, she was pulling us into a web. Pretended to let her guard down just enough so that we could feel smug in our overconfidence. I should have… I don't know, I should have tried something. I should have done something.

do you need a moment?

No, no… I'll go on. She told us that she had a cottage nearby, offered to serve us dinner, introduce us to the others. Why… oh god, why did I agree… [Agent 1] and [Agent 2] thought we should go with her, said there was a chance there might be others… she was lying, she knew there was no one else, but she knew that we'd never pass up the chance to capture multiple OoPArt [Out of Place Artifacts - this designation was replaced with SCP in the Restructuring]

She took us to this cottage… pretty little place, you know, old and rustic, but really homey… took us inside, served us dinner. She was a perfect… what did [Agent 1] call it… a ██████ █████████. Perfect wife. Demure, kind, sweet, respectful… Served us… I remember, it was rice and pickled turnips and… some kind of meat, I thought it was pork or beef, it was delicious, though…

Went to bed feeling sleepy and tired. Woke up and saw that [Agent 1] wasn't there… figured he'd gone to take a piss or something so I decided to go for one myself… went behind a bush and saw… well, she was there with [Agent 1] and they were… I mean…

Please go on.

… do you mind if I say this part off the record? It's not very…

As you wish.

Thank you. What did you see after that?

She… she bit it off.

Please elaborate.

She just… bit it off. All of it, and then she spit it out and showed it to him, just so that he could see it happening… [Agent 1] just… he couldn't believe it at first, then he was trying to scream but she'd torn his throat out with her teeth, then she made her hand like this and stabbed it into his belly. [Agent 1] was gurgling and trying to push her off, he was bleeding all over the place, but she just pushed him to the ground and started working her fingers in his belly, reached in deep and pulled something… it must have been his liver, it was the right shape and color… just pulled it out like she was gutting a fish and swallowed it whole.

Swallowed it whole?

Like a snake, she just… one gulp, like that. Then she started peeling his skin off, like… an orange or something, I didn't stop to watch, I ran back to the room, shook [Agent 2] awake, told him we needed to get going, grab your gun. He didn't… I went for our weapons, grabbed my .45 and then [Agent 1] walked in asking what was wrong, so I shot him.

You shot him?

I saw him die, he was dead, she killed him, it had to be her.

Are you sure? Perhaps you were mistaken.

She tore his guts out and ate them, he was DEAD! And "his" eyes were glowing yellow! What the hell kind of human being has glowing yellow eyes?

I see, please proceed.

[Agent 2] grabbed his gun then and pointed it at me, started yelling at me to put the gun down now, I was yelling at him to look at her, but he was screaming that he was going to shoot me in the head because I was a dirty ████████ he always knew I was one, and now I'd just proved it. [DATA EXPUNGED] and that's when the bitch grabbed him from behind and the gun went off.

This is when you were injured?

Yeah, he shot me in the arm, fleshy part, upper shoulder, I fell down screaming, and god, it hurt so bad. [DATA EXPUNGED] Loud cackling laugh, oh god, if I thought my grandma's was scary, this bitch… she was… if the devil were a ██████ lady, that's what he'd sound like.

[REDACTED] ran for it, crawled into the living room where we'd had dinner earlier that night, and tried to slam the door shut… rice paper screen, not going to help, but I just… I needed something between us.

[REDACTED] killed him and laid him out where the dining table had been… his eyes were wide open and his skin was flayed open, like a butcher's… oh god, there were the bowls, the ones we'd been eating out of, but the meat, it wasn't beef or pork, it was him… and the rice… maggots, crawling in his flesh, he'd have to have been dead for days, but how, we'd seen him at the base of the mountain just yesterday… I threw up. There were… some of them were still alive, crawling in my vomit, and I just…

Do you need a break?

No, no, I can do this. I was deep in the fairy tale, I just needed to complete it. I didn't have any [DATA EXPUNGED]

[DATA CORRUPTED]

-wasn't much of a punji stick, but it got her, straight through the gut, slowed her down a bit-

[DATA CORRUPTED]

-dragging myself across the river, couldn't swim, hit my head on the rocks, went downstream at least half a mile through the rapids. She didn't even try to follow me downriver, must have gone around because later-

[DATA CORRUPTED]

-had to be fire, the third was always fire. I got to the van about the time the sun came up, broke a window and went to the back. There was a flamethrower… sorry, "defoliant projector" there for sterilization if needed, so I grabbed it, flicked on the sparker, managed to get it around just as she came out of the treeline-

[DATA CORRUPTED]

And that was when the retrieval team found you with the OoPArt?

Yeah. They took her away and got me to a hospital. I had a raging infection for days, not surprising, I guess.

One last thing. You've been on the record as opposing the OoPArt's termination. Given your personal experiences, I'm really not sure why you'd want something as dangerous as this to live. Can you please elaborate?

[REDACTED]

I'm not sure I understand. Are you saying that you sympathise with her?

Sympathise? I don't know… No. I can't say that I do. She'd kill me just as soon as look at me, just out of spite. Because she is spiteful, she'd kill me just to watch me die. But what she's trying to do… if she does it, then she [REDACTED].

You are also on record as opposing her terms of confinement.

Because it's dangerous. Like I said, she's spiteful. Every little slight in her eyes she saves up, and the only way she knows how to repay an insult is death. Chaining her to the wall like an animal… when she gets out, and she will get out, she's going to kill everyone who had the slightest thing to do with it. She won't settle for anything else.

You have also paid her several visits in her holding cell.

… yes, I have.

What do you talk about?

[no answer]

Agent. You had a harrowing, traumatic experience based around this individual. In order to survive, you had to, in your own words, ''get into her head, realize how she ticks.'' one might even say that there was some times you spent as her captive, during the hunt in the woods.

I don't know what you're getting at.

Have you ever heard of Stockholm Syndrome?

Yes.

Is it possible that…

No.

No?

No. Just no.

Thank you very much for your time, Agent.

[changement de police terminé, on revient à l’habituelle]
<End Log>


Closing Statement: Agent █████ is to be transferred to Site-51 for psychological analysis and debriefing. The OoPArt in question is to be remanded to Secure Confinement Protocols as indicated in Document 953-Aleph.

On a side note, I am appalled by the level of superstition expressed by Agent █████ throughout the course of this interview. I am recommending that his suggestions regarding containment be disregarded for a more scientific approach. We're not old Korean fishwives here, I'm sure we can think of something more effective than dogs and needles.

Assistant Director ██████████



Addendum: As of ██-██-████, SCP-953 has made three escape attempts, each time resulting in the deaths of those operatives most closely involved in her confinement. Agent █████ was approved to return to active duty on ██-██-████, and continues to serve with the restructured Mobile Task Force Theta-3.

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