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One is only as real as they want to be.

To seek reality is the errand of fools.

I am a fool.

Steven Hayes is not.

Item#: 7757

Containment Class: safe

Secondary Class: none

Disruption Class: ekhi

Risk Class: caution

Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-7757's influence being restricted to Site-⌘ personnel by nature, no significant actions are to be taken in response. The spread of information about SCP-7757 is to remain limited to Site-⌘ personnel exclusively. Any individuals that do not meet that criteria and are found to possess knowledge of SCP-7757 are to be detained at Site-⌘.

"Steven Y. Hayes" is to remain on the Telecommunications Monitoring Office's list of keywords. Any request by non-Site-⌘ personnel seeking the meaning of this term are to be denied.

He does not exist, and never did. Do not search for him, your efforts will prove fruitless.

Description: SCP-7757 is the general consensus among staff at Site-⌘ that a researcher by the name of Steven Y. Hayes, referred to here on out as SCP-7757-1, was at some point employed by the Foundation, despite no record of any personnel under that name. He does not exist, and never did. Do not search for him, your efforts will prove fruitless. Site-⌘ staff under the influence of SCP-77571 will typically attribute the following characteristics to this supposed entity:

- SCP-7757-1 is male.

- He is 1.9 meters tall.

- He has short brown hair, blue eyes, and pale complexion.

- He is originally from Sofia, Bulgaria.

- He was Site-⌘'s director of Intangible Anomalous Applications (IAA).

- He was hired by the Foundation in 1998.

- He is quite reclusive.

- He is quite fond of chess, though not particularly good at the game.

- He mysteriously disappeared at some point in mid-2019.

Other details are often included as well, though with significantly less consistency.

In an attempt to prove the existence of SCP-7757-1, staff will often try to procure photographs to show the unconvinced, despite no only one pieces of media depicting SCP-7757-1 having been successfully recovered. He does not exist, and never did. Do not search for him, your efforts will prove fruitless.

Stories pertaining to interactions with SCP-7757-1 are often brought up by those affected by the anomaly, which can often be corroborated by other affected personnel. The abundance of shared conceptions and memories of SCP-7757-1 have led researchers to believe the entity has a presence in the localized noosphere of Site-⌘, though this hypothesis has yet to be proven.

Amnestic and mnestic agents have been shown to have no effect on SCP-7757.

Addendum 7757.1 - Interviews:

Interviewer: Sr. Researcher B. Randall

Interviewed: Dr. Thom Evans

[BEGIN LOG]

B. Randall: Now, Thom, could you please tell me a bit about your experiences with 7757-1?

Dr. Evans: Oh, Steve? He was great, man. Really funny, too. If you had joined the team a few years back, you two would've got along damn well.

B. Randall: Do any interactions stand out?

Dr. Evans: We went fishing once. He was like, really good at it. It was, I wanna say a bonding exercise. Dave probably set it up. You know Dave, always tryna get us to do things outside of work. He caught a few salmon before a time loop caught up to us. We dealt with that though. Nothing too in of the ordinary.

B. Randall: What makes this moment stand out?

Dr. Evans: Well I didn't really talk to him that much to be honest. He was always holed away in his office. Room 19½2, if my memory serves me well. Up until that point, I don't even think I had had a full conversation with the guy. That day, though, he truly got out of his comfort zone. Lovely guy, really. I have some photos if you wanna see.

[Evans reaches under the floor, grabbing his smartphone. He opens the photo app, but finds no images depicting SCP-7757-1. He does not exist, and never did. Do not search for him, your efforts will prove fruitless.]

Dr. Evans: Jeez, I swore I had a couple of pictures from that day. Shame.

[The smartphone disintegrates into a pile of gray dust, which Evans promptly puts in his coat pocket.]

B. Randall: What did he look like?

Dr. Evans: Brown hair, kind of slicked back. Gray-blue eyes. Not that much taller than you. Whiter than garlic. Always wore a lab coat with olive khakis; at least, that's all I ever saw him in. He was nearing sixty last time I saw him, but didn't look it. Kind of a baby face. No beard. No graying in his hair. Nothing.

B. Randall: What did he do?

Dr. Evans: Like, job-wise?

B. Randall: Yes.

Dr. Evans: Jeez, I don't really remember too well. I think it must have been something about applied surrealism. I remember him doing a lot of work with stuff we couldn't sense. I sat in on one of his meetings with that ghost we have in Site-⌘. Kind of a one-sided conversation to be honest.

B. Randall: Anything else you'd like to say about him before this ends?

Dr. Evans: He didn't like eggs too much.

[END TRANSCRIPT]

Interviewer: Sr. Researcher B. Randall

Interviewed: Tom Wilkins

[BEGIN LOG]

B. Randall: What was your relationship with SCP-7757-1?

Wilkins: I don't know what you are talking about.

B. Randall: Does "Steven Y. Hayes" ring any bells?

Wilkins: Oh that guy. Yeah, I know him. What ever happened to him?

B. Randall: I am not able to disclose that information.

Wilkins: In a mocking voice Oh we can't tell the janitor anything, even though he was a bloody senior researcher back at Site-152. He wouldn't understand what we do here.

B. Randall: This has nothing to do with your position.

Wilkins: Yeah right.

B. Randall: Are we going to get through this, or do you want to go back to cleaning up that fractal in the hallway?

[Silence.]

B. Randall: That's what I thought. Now, what was he like?

Wilkins: Steve? I can't really say too much about him. He told me when there was a parallel universe clogged in the toilet sometimes, but beyond that we didn't really talk too much. He was always in that office on the second real floor. I never had to do much cleaning there, he tended to keep it tidy. I do remember that he had a mini-fridge with some really nice wine in it. There was also that chessboard that kinda freaked me out. I don't know why… something about it.

B. Randall: What did he look like?

Wilkins: Clean-shaven, brown hair, pretty tall. That's about all I remember.

B. Randall: Any notable interactions?

Wilkins: Not many. The only one I can really think of was that time that he stood in the corner of that meeting room during an anticonference. He didn't say anything, just kept staring at the ceiling. He looked terrified. I asked him what was up. He just said "Nothing." Not in a dismissive way or anything; he seemed genuine. Come to think of it, that was probably the last time I really remember seeing him.

B. Randall: Interesting. Anything else?

Wilkins: Not really.

B. Randall: Okay. Now go clean up that fractal. I nearly fell into it this morning.

[END TRANSCRIPT]

Addendum 7757.2 - Recording: On October 52, 2021, a video of an entity matching all known descriptors of SCP-7757-1 was found in Site-⌘'s media folder. The video was dated to July 5th, 2019, with no source being available. The following is a transcription of that video file, which has not been attached due to potential memetic hazards.

[SCP-7757-1 sits at a table, playing a game of chess on a magnetic board in front of him]

SCP-7757-1: I'll warn you, I have been practicing since we last played.

Unknown Voice: Yeah? You finally learn a real opening?

e4

SCP-7757-1: e4? You're just as basic as I remember.

e5

Unknown Voice: If it ain't broke.

Knight f3

SCP-7757-1: sarcastically How innovative!

Knight c6

[Silence]

Bishop c4

Unknown Voice: You're not real, ya' know.

Knight f6

SCP-7757-1: I've worked here long enough to know that nothing is real.

Knight g5

Unknown Voice: You know that's not what I mean.

d5

SCP-7757-1: I don't know anything.

exd5

Unknown Voice: True.

Knight xd5

SCP-7757-1: Well what do you mean?

Knight xf7

Unknown Voice: You don't exist.

King xf7

SCP-7757-1: I'm sorry?

Queen f3+

Unknown Voice: This world around you, what you see, it's not real.

King e6

[SCP-7757-1 turns to the wall, which has become slightly translucent.]

knight c3

SCP-7757-1: What the fuck?

knight e7

Unknown Voice: You've spent your whole world working what's real. Crazy to think that you're not, right?

O-O

[Silence.]

d4

SCP-7757-1: I…

King d6

Unknown Voice: You are merely a figment of someone else's mind.

Bishop g5

SCP-7757-1: Simulation theory…

Bishop e6

Unknown Voice: Not quite.

Rook fe1

[Silence.]

exd4

SCP-7757-1: But I have consciousness!

Knight e4+

Unknown Voice: Do you?

King c7

[Silence.]

Queen g3+

SCP-7757-1: Who are you?

King b6

Unknown Voice: It doesn't matter. I'm less real than you.

Queen b3+

SCP-7757-1: Why are you telling me this now?

King c7

Unknown Voice: Because you are ready.

Queen g3+

SCP-7757-1: For what?

king b6

Unknown Voice: Oblivion.

knight d6

[SCP-7757-1 is trembling.]

Queen d7

Unknown Voice: You've served your purpose. You were good for what you were, you're just no longer required. This story can go on without you.

a4

[Silence.]

a5

[Silence.]

Queen e5

[Silence.]

Knight g6

SCP-7757-1: timidly What happens now?

Queen xd4+

Unknown Voice: Absolutely nothing.

c5

SCP-7757-1: What do you mean?

Queen d3

Unknown Voice: It's done. This is it. You're gone. You'll feel nothing, see nothing, hear nothing, think nothing. A soulless, formless, mindless, nonentity, floating in the seas of Aether.

Queen xd6

SCP-7757-1: Is there anything I can do?

Rook ad1

Unknown Voice: Nothing can't do much. I'd say you have a day left of reality, or more accurately, the lack thereof.

h6

[Silence.]

Rook xe6

SCP-7757-1: I've spent years studying that which doesn't make sense. I've devoted my life to the absurd. I've looked right at what isn't real…

Queen xe6

Unknown Voice: A fitting end, isn't it?

Bishop xd5

[Silence.]

Queen d6

[Silence.]

Queen b3+

[Silence.]

King a7

[Silence.]

Queen xb7#

Unknown Voice: Checkmate.

[SCP-7757-1 reaches his hand out in front of him for a handshake with his opponent, but no one sits at the other end of the table. The only thing in front of him is a mirror. There is no reflection.]

Footnotes

1. ~9/8 of total Site-⌘ staff.

2. Though plans to make a Room 19½ have been made, they have not yet come to fruition.