Addendum 2: During experiments involving SCP-2286-4, 
researchers noted that applying a weak electric current to small 
samples taken from the device would produce a torque effect that 
would cause the samples to align in a common direction, similar to 
the behavior of a compass needle in a magnetic field. Testing 
demonstrated that the fragments aligned to indicate the direction of 
nearby genetic samples taken from SCP-2286-4-prime and 
functioned out to a distance of 3 km. An instrument using this 
principle was constructed using fragments of SCP-2286-5 for the 
purpose of locating SCP-2286-5-prime. Field agents used the 
instrument to conduct a grid search of the county and located the 
subject's remains in an unmarked grave on the edge of town. Dental 
records were used to identify her as Trudy D __, a local real estate 
agent who had been reported missing on 07/22/2000. An autopsy 
determined that she had been dead for a period of months, 
consistent with the time of her reported disappearance. Numerous 
fractures were identified throughout the skeletal structure which 
appear to have occurred simultaneously and immediately prior to 
death. Although many of these fractures were similar to those that 
might occur during a serious fall, several were inconsistent with that 
diagnosis and cannot be explained. Cause of death remains 
unknown. 


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SCP-2287: Mr. Headless 


Item #: SCP-2287 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2287 is to be contained in 
Hall of Site . Except for during authorized testing, SCP-2287's 
mask is not to be removed. SCP-2287 does not require food, but 
can be provided with incense on its request, contingent on good 
behavior. Literature provided to SCP-2287 is to be converted into 
Braille. 


Description: SCP-2287 is a headless humanoid white male who 
manifests multiple anomalous properties; primary among these is 
that it is able to function as a living being despite lacking a head. 
The words "Mr. Headless, from Little Misters ® by Dr. 
Wondertainment" are tattooed on the lower side of SCP-2287’s 
back. Its exposed neck stump is covered with live skin; radiographic 
examination has shown that the neck stump has only the bottom 
four cervical vertebrae, but there are no signs of spinal damage. 


The head-based functions which SCP-2287 is able to emulate 
include thought, hearing, and smell. It is able to speak, but has not 
demonstrated the ability to replicate the normal tonalities of a human 
voice; as well, it claims to be blind. It does not eat or breathe, and 
has claimed that its energy source may be "some kind of amplified 
photosynthesis or something" (see interview log 2287-41-B). 


Direct visual observation of SCP-2287's headlessness is not 
possible; individuals who attempt to observe this will instead 
perceive headless versions of themselves, as seen from 
SCP-2287's perspective. Such individuals describe feeling 
"disconnected" from themselves, but are still able to control the 
movement of their own bodies, albeit with difficulty. This effect does 
not occur when SCP-2287 is viewed through any means other than 
the unaided human eye: SCP-2287's headlessness can be 


observed via live video transmission, in photographic prints, in 
mirrors, and through windows or lenses. Individuals who have 
undergone radial keratotomy have been unable to observe 
headlessness; no individuals who have undergone cataract surgery 
have as yet been available for testing. 


Motion detectors and similar monitoring equipment similarly show 
SCP-2287 to be headless; despite this, SCP-2287 is capable of 
performing tasks which would require a head, such as wearing items 
of headgear, including masks, hats, scarves, headphones, 
noseplugs, earplugs, earrings, eyeglasses, lipstick, and barrettes. 
(For a full list of items, see document 2287-N12) 


SCP-2287 was discovered in , Wisconsin, on November 24th, 
20 , after a significant number of reports from citizens appeared 
describing the anomalous effects of SCP-2287. Witnesses were 
given amnestic treatment, and SCP-2287 was contained without 
issue. 


+ Interview 2287-5 
[BEGIN LOG] 
Dr. Howard: Good evening, SCP-2287. 


SCP-2287: Hey, Dr. Howard. What's up — 
more hearing experiments? 


Dr. Howard: No, actually, tonight this is more 
of an interview. For instance, we were 
wondering what you could tell us about Doctor 
Wondertainment. 


SCP-2287: Oh. Uh, okay, I'll tell you what | 
can, but | never actually saw her, you know. 
What with the whole blind thing. 


Dr. Howard: But you did interact with her? 


SCP-2287: ... with who? Oh, Doctor 
Wondertainment? Yeah, heck of a nice guy, 
most of the time, | think. He had some really 


crazy ideas. Like, what he had in mind for me, 
see — 


Dr. Howard: Wait, wait. First you said ‘her’, 
then you said 'he'? 


SCP-2287: ... what? 


Dr. Howard: First you referred to Doctor 
Wondertainment as a woman, then as a man. 


SCP-2287: |... | don't understand what you 
mean? Like... Doctor Wondertainment as an 
actual person? What are you talking about? 
You're confusing me. 


Dr. Howard: But you just said — no, I'm sorry, 
| must have misheard. My bad. 


SCP-2287: Well, okay. For a minute there, you 
were making zero sense at all. And they call 
me headless, ha! 


Dr. Howard: <clears throat> Well, uh, when 
you work for the Foundation for long enough, 
you discover many situations that don't entirely 
make sense. You did say, though, that 
Wondertainment had intended something 
specific for you? 


SCP-2287: Oh, yes. Right. Well, basically, you 
know how during the holidays, there's special 
holiday-themed products? 


Dr. Howard: Yes... 


SCP-2287: So basically, I'm a Halloween 
special. You follow? 


Dr. Howard: That's it? 


SCP-2287: Yep. The way | heard it, they were 


originally gonna do Sweetie for Halloween, 
but... | dunno, some corporate garbage, 
executives sabotaging each other... you know 
how it goes. So I'm the backup plan: sit me out 
on the porch, | play dead and then when the 
kids come by, WOOO, and | sit up and wave 
my arms at them, show them my stump, look 
look, EVERYONE's a headless monster, lurch 
around RARGH RARGH... the whole deal. 
Doctor Wondertainment's Mister Headless, 
spooky Halloween fun for the whole family! 


Dr. Howard: | see. And are you? "Fun for the 
whole family", | mean? 


SCP-2287: Well... | guess so. For the most 
part. | mean, yeah, people enjoyed me. Which 
is great, don't get me wrong! But | never really 
got it myself, you know? | sit there, | get up, | 
stand around, | wave my arms, and that's 
pretty much it. But... people would be scared, 
and they'd have fun, and... that's enough for 
me. Or it was, anyway, until you people got 
hold of me. Could be worse, | guess. 


Dr. Howard: Did you enjoy entertaining? Do 
you miss it? 


SCP-2287: Yeah, for sure. | mean, yeah, it 
could get a bit boring when I'd have to stand 
around, sit around, waiting for people to show 
up, but it was really great hearing everyone's 
reaction, on Halloween no less. It's funny how 
people only find scary stuff funny one night a 
year, you know? No matter how many times 
you live through a year, they only change their 
minds on Halloween. 


Dr. Howard: Are you the only... well, the only 
holiday-themed, ah... 


SCP-2287: Hey, you can say "Little Mister", | 
don't mind. It's what | am. 


Dr. Howard: | suppose. It just... well, it sounds 
vaguely infantilizing to me. 


SCP-2287: It's what Doctor Wondertainment 
said we were called, so it's what we're called. 
But yeah, I'm the only holiday-themed Little 
Mister. At first, Doctor Wondertainment was 
planning on having more of us — | remember 
she had all these ideas for Mister Ramadan, 
and Miss Maslenitsa, and Mister Diwali, and 
Miss Yom Kippur, and Mister Hogmanay — 
but she never did anything with any of them. 
Just me. 


Dr. Howard: How do you feel about that? 


SCP-2287: ...Never really thought about it, to 
be honest. | guess maybe he decided I'd be 
more interesting if | was the only one? Or 
maybe he just changed his mind about doing 
holiday stuff. He changes his mind a /ot, you 
know. What you get when there's a whole 
bunch of corporate jerks all making decisions 
against each other. That's why I'm Mister 
Headless, spooky Halloween fun for the whole 
family!, instead of Mister Halloween. 


Dr. Howard: Do you see yourself as scary? 


SCP-2287: | see myself as someone who 
brings surprise and excitement. When they get 
scared, that means I'm doing a good job. 
Although, well, it's been getting harder lately: 
the Doctor's a one-man operation, and she 
doesn't realize — or didn't realize? — how 
many kids wear glasses these days, and 
whenever | live through a year like this, with 
cameras and stuff like that, the effect is pretty 


much ruined. | mean, yes, I'm still scary Mister 
Headless, spooky Halloween fun for the whole 
family!, but it doesn't seem to be as much fun 
for the people when they don't get to be 
headless with me. 


Dr. Howard: Where we found you, back in 
Wisconsin, could you tell us what you were 
doing there? 


SCP-2287: Where you found me? Well, | 
spent a few years there with this family — | 
think by that point they were consecutive 
years, but | couldn't swear to that... | do know 
that some of them were for sure years | hadn't 
lived in before — you know how a year always 
feels weird the first time around, right? They 
mostly felt like that. Anyway, so the family | 
was with, they mostly kept me in the attic, 
which was... well, it was quiet. | remember 
sometimes | could hear noises from 
downstairs if they were being loud enough, but 
usually it was quiet. | was pretty used to the 
smell — there was mildew, and dust, and old 
paper, and you know the way metal pipes 
smell, when they get hot? It was like that. 
They'd bring me down for Halloween, and then 
put me back up afterward. And then one 
Halloween, they didn't come get me, so | didn't 
come down that year. | know that year was 
definitely a new year. They didn't come get me 
the year after, either. Or the year after that, 
and that's when | started to get worried about 
them, so | went downstairs and | couldn't find 
anybody — | felt around everywhere, but all 
the furniture and stuff was all gone, too. Maybe 
they moved and forgot me? 


Dr. Howard: And that's what led to you 
wandering the city streets? 


Money entered: 1500 yen 

SCP-261 Powered or Unpowered: Powered 

Item description: Unknown - A sealed paper sleeve of 
indeterminate chemical makeup and unknown language. Stylized 
image of what appears to be a 6-legged blue tortoise. Packaging 
opened to reveal a single large piece of dark dried meat. Taste 
noted as sweet and spicy, with an unusual texture. Approximately 6 
hours after consumption, subject reported itching in internal organs 
and heavy flatulence. Isolated to quarantine where what appeared to 
be a violent allergic reaction caused the prolapse of two-thirds of his 
digestive tract from either end of his body. Subject died after 5 
hours. 


Money entered: 750 yen 

SCP-261 Powered or Unpowered: Powered 

Item description: Aluminum bottle with screw-top, colorful graphic 
on the sides indicating flying insects contained within. Testing 
moved to isolation chamber. Subject opened bottle and was 
swarmed by highly aggressive insects colored in Red, Blue, Green, 
and Purple. Subject consumed a number of the insects attempting to 
sting him on his arms and torso. Flavors primarily sour and bitter 
fruits of uncertain identity. Described as "Similar to PEZ, but not as 
sweet." 


Insects died approximately 9 minutes later and were collected. 
Agreement in flavor noted throughout all test participants willing to 
consume insects. Initial subject indicates lesions covering exposed 
skin, oozing brightly colored fluid with similar flavor. No further side- 
effects noted. Lesions appeared to heal normally. 


Money entered: 1500 yen 

SCP-261 Powered or Unpowered: Powered 

Item description: Steel canister with pressure gauge on top, 
release valve. Label shows brightly colored trisymmetrical lifeforms 
inhaling psychedelically-patterned fumes. Subject unscrews release 
valve, noting strong smell of bitter almonds before asphyxiating. 
Contents revealed to be pressurized hydrogen cyanide gas. Testing 
halted. 


SCP-2287: Yeah. | waited around for a few 
weeks, and then some people opened the 
door to the front porch, where the candy bowl 
usually is? And they came in — | didn't 
recognize their voices, but an audience is an 
audience, right? So | went back downstairs 
from the attic, and they, well, they kind of 
freaked out, | guess? | mean, I'm used to 
hearing people scream, but not like that. One 
of them had a... what's it called, metal thing, 
you hold it in your hand and it makes a sort of 
pop noise and it smells all chemical, and then 
people get hurt? 


Dr. Howard: ... a gun? 


SCP-2287: Okay. One of them had a gun, 
which | only found out when | walked up to her 
and tried to feel her face — which | admit 
wasn't the best idea, but, well, | was kind of 
lonely, to be honest, and | thought maybe she 
might be one of the people from the family, 
you know? | mean, yeah, | should've asked 
first, but | was lonely, and | was excited that 
there was someone there, and | thought it was 
maybe somebody | knew. But it wasn't, and 
then there was all the screaming and the gun 
noises — and this was bad screaming. Not the 
fun kind at all, let me tell you. And then one of 
them was lying on the floor and smelling weird 
— that means he was dead, right? One of 
them was dead, and the others ran away. But 
they left the front door open, so | decided that 
was as good a time as any to go outside. So 
then I'm walking in the streets, and there's cars 
all around me and they're honking at each 
other and making all these crashing noises 
with glass breaking, and there were a Jot of 
people screaming — and again, this is the bad 
screaming. But then | remembered there's 


usually a park close to the house, and | hoped 
that if | went there, with bushes and stuff that | 
could hide in, | could at least stay out of 
trouble. So | made it there, and | remember 
thinking maybe if | could get back to Doctor 
Wondertainment, she could fix things, help that 
guy from the house not be dead, figure out 
what went wrong, where the family went, or 
get somebody new to take me? And, uh, that's 
pretty much where you guys found me. She 
didn't send you, did she? 


Dr. Howard: Ah, no, we intercepted some 
police reports. 


SCP-2287: Oh. 


Dr. Howard: Tell me, why didn't you go back 
into the house? Into the attic? 


SCP-2287: Um. This is kind of embarrassing. | 
kind of... when | was out in the street, with all 
the cars? | kind of got turned around a bit. Lost 
my bearings. I'm not used to being out in 
places that are bigger than just a house anda 
yard! | probably could've found the house 
again if there weren't so many screaming 
people and crashing cars, but, well, | was 
starting to panic too, so | just went for the 
place that sounded like there weren't any 
buildings. 


Dr. Howard: Ah, | see. And why didn't you try 
to leave sooner? 


SCP-2287: Well, the front door wasn't open 
before that. 


Dr. Howard: No, | mean, why did you wait so 
long before you even went downstairs? Before 
you decided that maybe something was wrong 


with you having been left alone in the attic for 
so long? 


SCP-2287: Oh. Well, | guess | didn't really 
care. | was just... thinking. The attic was really 
quiet, and the smell wasn't too bad. Made it 
easy to think. That's something | do a lot, you 
know? While I'm waiting. Not much else to do. 


Dr. Howard: What do you think about? 


SCP-2287: Just... things, you know. Things in 
general. The world, what it might be like, what 
it's like being me. Nothing specific, | guess.