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+ Journal entry 12/09/21

- Journal entry 12/09/21

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That garbage should have never transferred itself to my site.

+ Interview Log 343-ο-BYFK

- Interview Log 343-ο-BYFK

Interviewed: SCP-343

Interviewer: Agent [JEREMY RIVENCLARK]

Date: 09/23/21

Foreword: Standard therapeutic interview with SCP-343 as conducted on a per-needed basis by Foundation employees.

<Begin Log, [12:48]>

SCP-343: Ah, so wonderful to see you around, [MR. RIVENCLARK].

Agent [JEREMY RIVENCLARK]: Um, yeah. I guess it is. I was told by, uh, my supervisor that I could relax and shoot the shit with you. Get the nerves out of my system. "God" can help with that, and all.

SCP-343: Indeed, but I would be hesitant to call myself that. Though I understand why everyone seems to prefer such nomenclature.

[RIVENCLARK]: It would be a reasonable explanation for how an anomaly I've never met before knows my name without prior introductions.

SCP-343 chuckles.

SCP-343: When —

[RIVENCLARK]: What?

SCP-343: Hmm?

[RIVENCLARK]: Your laugh. I didn't think I had said anything funny, was all.

SCP-343: It's true that there is a lot that I know. More than any human would reasonably be able to retain. It's also true that I have both seen and have been able to do more in my lifetime than any regular person could accomplish if they had all of eternity. But, well, ascribing it to "God" may be over-emphasizing the types of parlor tricks I am able to accomplish.

[RIVENCLARK]: So… why did they start calling you God?

SCP-343: When the Foundation first contained me, it was merely a joke I came up with to keep myself amused. Of course, they asked me to prove it. All it took was walking out and coming back with a hamburger for them to believe such.

[RIVENCLARK]: Come on.

SCP-343: Oh, but it's true. You would have needed to read my documentation before interviewing me, correct?

[RIVENCLARK]: I'm not new to this job. The presented truth isn't always as real as it seems on the surface.

SCP-343: So similarly, would you say that reality isn't as truthful as it appears to be?

[RIVENCLARK]: I… well, um… I don't know. I haven't thought about it like that. How do you know my name, though?

SCP-343: Some answers are just as evident as their questions, [MR. RIVENCLARK]. No more, no less. Wouldn't you agree?

SCP-343 smiles and chuckles.

+ Journal entry 09/23/21

- Journal entry 09/23/21

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Gods aren't real. He says he's not God. But he sounds like he lies when he says that. That low, soft yet deep chuckle of his… he's hiding what he really thinks. "Reality isn't as truthful" indeed.

████ saw how stressed out I was when I left 343's cell. Asked how come. I didn't want to answer. I did ask if I could be selfish, just for tonight, and get drinks with him instead of continuing to write my reports on that knife like was planned. He said yes. ████ is nicer than people say he is. I've heard all the tall tales. His personality makes them believable. But… just being able to talk to both him and █████ one-on-one since what went down made them feel more human to me. Made me feel more human. I haven't been able to feel human for a while now.

I'm supposed to meet ████ in an hour or so. I asked not to go to the usual pub, this time. From what ██████ told me, the guys down in the Shark Punching Center opened a cafe inside recently, including a bar. It would be nice to snag more shark merchandise too.

(I've had to think about it some more. I'm going to keep censoring things. I know it's obvious what they are, but that little bit of control is good. Despite how the Foundation acts, this is my life, not theirs.)

+ Interview Log 343-ο-BYFV

- Interview Log 343-ο-BYFV

Interviewed: SCP-343

Interviewer: Agent [RIVENCLARK]

Date: 10/03/21

Foreword: Standard therapeutic interview with SCP-343 as conducted on a per-needed basis by Foundation employees.

<Begin Log, [23:23]>

SCP-343 smiles.

SCP-343: Do you wish to take that?

Agent [RIVENCLARK]: Take what?

SCP-343: That phone call. I don't mind waiting. I have thousands more years to wait, after all.

[RIVENCLARK]: Um, I don't know what you mean. My personal belongings are in my office.

SCP-343: Ah, right. I suppose it's not quite you I'm speaking to, but rather… no, never mind. Tell me, how have you been these past days?

[RIVENCLARK]: Listen, I really apologize, but I'm not the sort of person that can overlook a non-sequitur like that. Who were you talking to?

SCP-343: If I told you, you would never believe me.

[RIVENCLARK]: Try me.

SCP-343: [DATA EXPUNGED]

[RIVENCLARK]: Okay. You did try me. You were right. I don't believe you.

SCP-343: I do feel bad, you know. I had the sense that when we finished our last interview together that it ended on a poor note. There's very few persons I have talked to who have felt that way afterwards. Do you want to talk about it with me?

[RIVENCLARK]: Well, not really. Thank you for asking, though.

SCP-343: Oh, it's fine. I'm an open book. You can tell me everything you want, and I won't say a word until you finish.

[RIVENCLARK]: No.

SCP-343: Is it secrecy that's an issue? I can turn off those cameras in here so you can —

[RIVENCLARK]: Again, thank you for asking, but I would really rather not talk with you about it. I just have been having a bad time recently, that's all. I'm scheduled to see Dr. Glass after the holiday vacation at the start of the next year. I can get through it.

SCP-343: Of course.

Silence for 10 minutes & 10 seconds.

SCP-343: Would it be alright to inquire a tad about you?

[RIVENCLARK]: Sure. I'm surprised you would want to anyway. You already know my name, shouldn't you know everything else?

SCP-343: Just because I know much about the universe does not mean I know everything.

SCP-343 smiles.

SCP-343: When did you start to work for the Foundation?

[RIVENCLARK]: Not too long ago.

SCP-343: What was the first SCP you were assigned to work on?

[RIVENCLARK]: Some Safe-class anomaly.

SCP-343: How long have you been working as a Mobile Task Force agent?

[RIVENCLARK]: Most of my time here.

SCP-343: Is there a reason why you visited me again, when you could have turned it down to continue with your duties as normal?

[RIVENCLARK]: …I was told it would be good for me.

SCP-343: Hmm. I won't press further then.

[RIVENCLARK]: Thank you.

SCP-343: I can tell how deeply affected you are by what happened at the mall, so it wouldn't be wise to —

[RIVENCLARK] stands up suddenly from [HIS] chair, backing a couple steps away from SCP-343. [HIS] eyes go wide as [HE] stares at SCP-343.

[RIVENCLARK]: How… how did… how could you… but I never…

SCP-343: As I said. Just because there is much about the universe I don't know does not mean I'm ignorant of everything.

[RIVENCLARK]: That's not what you fucking said!

SCP-343: It means the same thing ultimately.

[RIVENCLARK]: No, it fucking doesn't! Asking me all sorts of bullshit about myself, trying to act like you don't know! I knew you knew! You would fucking know about that… that fucking monster… and… and the… fucking… fuck…

[RIVENCLARK] slumps against the wall, burying [HIS] head in [HIS] hands.

[RIVENCLARK]: He… I couldn't do anything about it… I wasn't… supposed to be part of Command. For fuck's sake. I was a rookie compared to everyone else in that room. But… but they trusted me to be in there… to learn… but the situation… all those horrific… I saw so much skin that day… detached from bodies…

[RIVENCLARK] sobs.

SCP-343: It was not your fault. It could never be your fault. There was nothing you were able to do to prevent it from happening. What matters in the end is that you, along with everyone else in Command, saved scores of innocent people by working together to stop Maverick. Even if the world cannot be made aware of it, you were a hero that day. Are still a hero to this day.

+ Journal entry 10/07/21

- Journal entry 10/07/21

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I don't want to be a fucking hero. I don't want the world to know that I'm a hero. I know it wasn't my fault. I know I couldn't prevent it. So? So what? What does that matter? All I want is to unsee it. I want to forget about it. They won't let me. Not until I finish my reports. Not until I can assist ████ in containment procedures. I know he has to ask me this out of protocol, he always prefaces by telling me I can say no, but I never want to be involved in testing it. It makes me angry to think about.

Even angry over 343. Sorry, "God". Sorry, shit. He knew the fucker's name too. Trying to "console" me, yet taunting me with that fuck's name. There's a reason I advocated for his fucking shit to be redacted in the final document. Not that anything like that would matter to "god". Sorry, "God". Sorry, 343 sorry i mean ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ █████████████████████████████

I feel this unhealthy bullshit building up inside me. I need to take a walk.

Okay, I took a walk. I feel a little better. Not much, though. I feel like he's watching me. He's not even in the same Site. But he knows my name. Knows my history. What doesn't he know? I can't feel like I can even write this down; is he reading this too? Hey, you fuck, █████ ███ █████ ████ ████████ ██ ██ █ ████ ██ ████ ████ ███ ██████ Fuck.

I'm still fucking bothered by what he said about who he was talking to. That's not correct. There's no way that's real. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck ████ ████

I took another walk. Had to think about some stuff. Tried not to think about some other stuff. Whatever this nagging in my head is, it's growing louder. I want it to stop.

+ Excerpt of text messages sent between Foundation personnel, 10/11/21

- Excerpt of text messages sent between Foundation personnel, 10/11/21

i'm just worried about the kid, you know? i think the mall incident is starting to get to [HIM].

Can you clarify? I can try and move my schedule around to get [HIM] in sooner, but a lot of that is simply out of my hands.

no no you're fine.

i just… can't help [HIM] with much. [HE] keeps flying off the shits in a number of ways. getting angry over certain lines in the conprocs, or beating [HIMSELF] up for missing a small detail that no one would have been able to pick up on.

last night, we talked about the keter reclassification proposal for 668, how to present that. [HE] froze in the middle of talking and started scanning the room real quick like [HE] had lost it. i asked if [HE] was okay and

[HIS] eyes were bugged the fuck out. asked if i was "in on it". "what the fuck am i in on, [RIVENCLARK]?" i asked. [HE] didn't respond. just broke down crying, apologizing.

You said [HE] has been more on-edge ever since meeting with 343, right? I can't figure out the connection without speaking to [HIM] personally, and [HE] doesn't seem to want to tell you. But I would recommend for [HIM] to take a break from [HIS] visits with 343.

that's what i said! [HE] just shakes [HIS] head, goes "it's fine, it's fine". [HE] wants to see it one more time.

Are you going to allow [HIM]?

i can't force [HIM] not to. but i told [HIM] to make it the last time.

You're [HIS] supervisor, though. You have at least some authority on the matter.

i do, but. look. there's only so much you can do for someone else. at some point, they have to step up for the rest. all i can do is tell [HIM] he's not alone in feeling fucked. [HE] is in a real fragile spot right now. what else can i fucking do?

i fucking know [HE] is pushing [HIMSELF]. but [HE] sounds like [HE] is trying. i told [HIM] everything i can tell [HIM]. it'd be real nice if you could get [HIM] an earlier appointment. i just hope [HE] knows what [HE] is doing.

+ Journal entry 10/17/21

- Journal entry 10/17/21

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They denied the Keter reclassification.

Stupid fucks.

+ Interview Log 343-ο-BYGK

- Interview Log 343-ο-BYGK

Interviewed: SCP-343

Interviewer: [Rivenclark]

Date: 10/18/21

Foreword: Standard therapeutic interview with SCP-343 as conducted on a per-needed basis by Foundation employees.

<Begin Log, [24:62]>

SCP-343: It is a pleasure to see you again, [Rivenclark]. I fear you won't believe me here, but I was informed not long after you left about how specific wording, phrasing, and bringing up of past events had re-traumatized you. And for that, I can only offer my sincerest apologies.

[Rivenclark]: Thank you.

SCP-343: My tendencies to talk do not tend to mesh well with the fact that I have a substantial amount of knowledge concerning many aspects in life. I can recall before… There are a handful of persons in my life that I have had similar experiences with. I have come to regret them deeply, given how I've acted with them.

[Rivenclark]: Sure.

SCP-343: So, I will let you take the entirety of this conversation tonight. If you wish to engage in a dialog with me, I can do so. If you want to talk and only allow me to play a backseat role, I would be happy to oblige. And if you would wish to just lash out, well, I will let you lash out at me as much as you would like. Please, whichever you wish to do, [Rivenclark].

[Rivenclark]: Okay.

Silence for 20 minutes and 6 seconds, after which [Rivenclark] takes a step towards SCP-343. After ten seconds, [he] steps back.

[Rivenclark]: I still regret asking my supervisor to join Command that day. That's all.

Silence for 5 minutes.

[Rivenclark]: I don't care for you. I guess talking to you helps, but I just get angrier and angrier thinking of you. I… don't know. What do I call that feeling? All I can tell is that nothing you do or say with me helps. Whether you antagonize me, lead me around with riddles, claim you said something when you really said the opposite, act as my therapist, apologize… it feels the same. You can tell me you feel this way, or that way, but you sound as conceited and above it all as any other normal human, Mr. "God".

[Rivenclark] takes a step towards SCP-343.

[Rivenclark]: Give me a name to call you by.

SCP-343: Hmm… Panagiotis.

[Rivenclark]: Panagiotis. Haha. You hack.

[Rivenclark] turns around to kick the wall with [his] foot.

[Rivenclark]: Are you messing with me on purpose? Don't answer that one. I know the truth is more rotten than I'd like.

[Rivenclark] steps towards SCP-343 again.

[Rivenclark]: Or maybe I'm just imagining the truth. You can't be God. Who cares what you can do, you're as human as any of us.

[Rivenclark] steps back and sits down in [his] chair.

[Rivenclark]: Sorry. I'm just paranoid. You're not helping it. But I'm not doing myself any favors.

Silence for 40 seconds.

[Rivenclark]: I'll see you next time.

SCP-343: And you as well.

+ Journal entry 10/28/21

- Journal entry 10/28/21

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I can't get it out of my mind. I swear I hear it laughing at me.

Why do I feel like I can understand how infuriated that awful fucker was at everything? Why is that intent getting to me? I just need to breathe.

[Various drawings can be found throughout the next four pages. Drawings consist of various Foundation imagery, stars, halos, eyes, logos of various beer companies, musical notation, the human brain, a knife, various geometric figures, and SCP-061.]

What am I doing?

Took another walk. I swear I heard it everywhere. But maybe I'm thinking too much. One more time. I'm gonna lay into it next time. Then forget about it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it.

Whoever is watching those security cameras or seeing me in the hall each night probably finds it weird that I take all these walks. Multiple a night. Whatever. I only just noticed tonight, though. My walks always take me by the Storage Facility.

████ told me a joke when he took me under his wing.

"You know what the difference between a marksman and a Foundation agent is?" I shook my head.

"A marksman kisses God's ass when they miss their bullet. A Foundation agent kisses the bullet's ass when they miss God."

He laughed, the same way you hear about from the tall tales. Then he started to look serious for a moment. Almost mad at himself for telling it.

"Make sure you never do either. No matter what."

I wonder if he ever felt like he was going to lose control, before.

+ A memo from one Site director to the other, 11/12/21

- A memo from one Site director to the other, 11/12/21

From:
[Light]

To:
[Moose]

Subject:
SCP-343 Transfer Finalization

Greetings,

SCP-343 should be approved for transfer to Site-19 on a temporary basis. Thank you for arranging to have it stay in Containment Cell X7LK-017 as well; I know there isn't much available space, I owe you one. Given its anomalous capabilities, there should be little issue for it to arrive fairly quickly. If you're able to, please have someone interview it to see why it was insistent on transferring there. Neither I nor anyone else that interviewed it seemed to be able to get a solid answer.

Yours truly,

[Light]

Site-17 Director

Secure, Contain, Protect

+ Text message sent between Foundation personnel, 11/13/21

- Text message sent between Foundation personnel, 11/13/21

[He] has been curled up in the fetal position all day, [Glass].

+ Journal entry 11/15/21

- Journal entry 11/15/21

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What the fuck happened to my journal entries?

Fuck you.

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+ Interview Log 343-ο-BYHM

- Interview Log 343-ο-BYHM

Interviewed: SCP-343

Interviewer: [Self.]

Date: 11/20/21

Foreword: Standard therapeutic interview with SCP-343 as conducted on a per-needed basis by Foundation employees.

<Begin Log, [77:70]>

[Self.]: See? I'm here for you now. You're here for me now. Why? Why did you come here? I didn't need you to follow me around. Is "The Lord Almighty" a stalker, too?

SCP-343 shakes its head.

SCP-343: I had felt that you wanted to talk with me. Was I wrong in that?

[Self.] bangs [my] head on the table, letting out a pained laugh.

[Ego.]: For someone who claims not to know everything, you sure know a lot about me! Well, fine! Okay. You won. You did it. Alright. You got me. I sure want to talk to you.

[Ego.] lifts [my] head up from the table, looking past SCP-343.

[Ego.]: Is it wrong to feel threatened by you? Targeted by you? Sure. I know it's irrational. That doesn't make it not real, though. The feeling needs to come from somewhere, right? So tell me, where is it coming from? Inside the house? Don't you know? You should know everything about me, right? I know you do. You know I know you do. I know you know I know you do. Fucking shit bastard.

[Proprium.] drags [my] body out of the chair, staring into SCP-343's eyes.

[Proprium.]: Everything has to come from somewhere. You don't get something out of nothing. Sure, this rage may have always been in me. But you lit that fucker up. Just, just tell me, okay? Can you tell me what you really meant all those days ago?

SCP-343: About what?

[Proprium.]: About my name. About truth. About [Data expunged.].

SCP-343: No one has any claim to their own being. Not even myself, as much as I have given off the façade of being the creator of the universe. That is why we have to make the best of it, right? If I might… suppose you had full control over every aspect of your life only for the end result to be chosen for you well in advance, which you are aware of from the moment you are born. Would you rather feel deterministic about it, or decide that, because you arrive at the same conclusion, that you live based off of your own decisions before meeting said end?

[Silence for fifteen seconds.]

SCP-343: As much as you wish to believe otherwise, I do not have all the answers. I do not even know all of the questions to begin with. But I do carry an unfortunate burden, one that I must live with, despite knowing its end. Everyone carries their own burden. That is why your decisions are yours alone, no matter what your origin or fate is. I only wished to tell you that.

[Silence for ten seconds.]

SCP-343: If you wish to speak to me again, you know where to find me.

[I.] storms out of the cell.

+ Text message sent between Foundation personnel, 11/20/21

- Text message sent between Foundation personnel, 11/20/21

[Self.] seems to be a lot better. the work [Self.] is putting in with finalizing 668's shit is crazy, but awesome. i don't like it. that smile [I.] was wearing the whole day creeped me the fuck out. it wasn't a big smile. but it's not a smile you wear when you're doing okay.

+ A memo from one Site director to a doctor, 12/03/21

- A memo from one Site director to a doctor, 12/03/21

From:
[Moose]

To:
[Glass]

Subject:
RE: Schedule Changes

Hello,

After coordinating several schedules across the site, I managed to allow an entire day for you to meet with [me.] on December 15th, 2021. It wasn't easy, but I got it for you.

Additionally, I cannot give you more information on SCP-343's transfer to Site-19 as of now, but I will work to get you clearance on that and its interview transcripts with Foundation personnel before December 15th. Sorry for the inconvenience.

From,

[Moose]

Site-19 Director

Secure, Contain, Protect

+ Excerpt of text messages sent between Foundation personnel, 12/09/21

- Excerpt of text messages sent between Foundation personnel, 12/09/21

It's good to hear that. I'm more amazed that [.] containment procedures seem to be so thorough. Did [.] really only come up with most of this in 20 days? What do you make of it?

as [.] supervisor, [.] employee, or [.] friend?

Whichever perspective you want to come at it from.

what i make of it is that i need to give [.] a fucking vacation immediately. when [.] handed me the documents, [.] looked dull in [.] eyes. i'm checking on [.] first thing tomorrow, before i even brush my teeth.

+ Journal entry 12/09/21

- Journal entry 12/09/21

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"Everyone carries their own burden," then?

I hope it knows what a burden it'll help lift from me.

I know it knows what I'm going to do.

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- Incident Log 668-K

On December 9th, 2021, at approximately wh:y?, Site-19's High Value Item Storage Facility was accessed by an unidentifiable person. Locker PR-N's safe-deposit box was accessed at wh:o?, where SCP-668 was taken. The unknown person then proceeded to exit Site-19's High Value Item Storage Facility, and headed towards Wing 3's living quarters at car:es?. SCP-668 was then alerted as missing by Site-19's security systems, but it will be returned shortly after it finishes using and being used, thank you very much.

+ Interview Log 343-ο-BYIG

- Interview Log 343-ο-BYIG

Interviewed: SCP-343

Interviewer: []

Date: 12/09/21

Foreword: Standard therapeutic interaction with SCP-343 as conducted on a per-needed basis by Foundation employees.

<Begin Log, [∅∅:∅∅]>

[]: You're in my room.

SCP-343 sits on []'s bed, smiling.

[]: You know what'll happen.

SCP-343 continues to smile.

[]: And I know this won't fix the problem.

[] walks towards SCP-343. SCP-343 continues to smile.

[]: But I'm not okay with being intruded on. I'm not okay with control being wrested from me by some shitty force that enjoys it.

[] climbs on top of SCP-343, proceeding to enjoy every last second of taking this anger out on you. Upon finishing with SCP-343, [] stands up, breathing heavily.

[]: Human. Just like anyone else. [] was right. It's not enough.

[] drops SCP-343's eyes to the ground, looking up at and staring past the security camera trained on []. [] continues to stare with murderous intent, before turning and leaving the quarters with the knife in hand.