"...Hey." 
"Didn't want to interrupt you two. Are you alright to talk?" 


He sat up and straightened his hospital gown. He wasn't sure why 
he was still here, come to think of it. Maybe he was sick and didn't 
know it. Or maybe they just didn't want him going anywhere. "Yeah." 


"Okay." He sat down in the chair to the left of the bed, clipboard in 
hand. "We've got a strong lead on what happened. You're going to 
need to be amnesticized if we want to have a shot at getting you out 
of this." 

He snorted. "Well, | can't complain about that." 

"Oh? | thought you'd be opposed." 


He felt memories and emotions swelling back up inside him. "It's for 
the best." He gulped, hands tensing. "Right?" 


"... Yes. It is." 


December 3rd, 2016, Site-81 


"You sure | can't take it orally?" 
"No. It's Class-D. Sorry." 


Leeward grimaced as he felt the needle puncture his vein. He'd 
never done this before. He wondered if it felt as disturbing as the 
field agents all claimed it did. 


"...Wasn't told, no." 
"It'll be fine. Lockwood applied as its cont-" 


Leeward tried to focus on the voices by the door instead of the 


sensation of freezing fluid pumping into him, but the doctor attending 
to him talked over them. 


"This has to be done multiple times over a four-day period. It's 
uncomfortable, but not painful. Expect some confusion for the next 
four days, but know that you'll regain your standard cognitive 
function within seven days, and will likely not remember most of this 
procedure." 


He tried to nod, but wasn't sure if he did. His head felt heavy against 
the pillow. 


"There's a chance you'll be unconscious for most of the duration of 
the procedure," they said conversationally, "and it's common to slip 
in and out of consciousness as well." 


"Okay." 
"Are you comfortable?" 


"Yes." He wasn't. He felt like he was going to vomit up the entire 
volume of the blood in his veins. 


"Ring your bell if you need anything. We will never be further away 
than the adjacent room at all hours." 


Leeward closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. 


When next he opened them, he couldn't tell if he was conscious or 
not. When the doctors gently jostled him and he swiveled his head 
upward to see Ketson and Blanchard staring at him in their typical 
blank fashion from the bedside, he blinked once. 


"Are you awake?" Ketson said with a slight smile. 
"No." 


They chuckled. "You don't have to be certain. You just have to be 
alive." 


And as he stood and dressed and drank and walked and talked and 


slept, for days and weeks and months and years on end, he never 
once stopped repeating that to himself. 


And hundreds of miles away, under dozens of meters of concrete 
and fear and people and paint and paperwork, a young woman 
wonders if she exists in the memory of the only person she ever 
loved. 


Interview PH-SC-TAN-45-1903 


Interviewed: Agent Sarah Crowely 
Interviewer: Dr. 
<Begin Log, / /1903> 


| was cold. It was Dark. | sat in my cramped space for | don't know 
how long. He opened the door, as light flooded the room. 


Dr. : So, Sarah. Let's talk. 


Agent Crowely: What's this about? Was | too rough last 
breach, or... what? 


Dr. : No no, nothing like that. We just need a few 
things for our records. 


Agent Crowely: O-okay. What'd ya need? 


He dragged me out of the room, and | screamed, like they always 
told me to. | had an audience now. 


Dr. : We need an account of your situation prior to 
joining, using your words. That's all. 


Agent Crowely: Why? You guys know my background. 


Dr. : Yes, yes. To be quite honest, this is just red 
tape. But, you never know. Something important might 
come up from what you say. Never hurts to be sure. 


Agent Crowely: Yeah, | suppose. Not much to talk 
about though. 


He opened the door to my cage and led me to the bar room. In front 
of me was a man. Large, fat, drunk. He boasted wildly of what he'd 


do to me. He laughed to my face. 
He was convinced he was the one. | was afraid. | charged him. 
Dr. : Give it a shot. 


Agent Crowely: Well. | was adopted, abducted as a 
baby, whatever you want to call it, by a couple of folks. 

E andT  Crowely. They were brothers, working 
together in managing some kind of fighting ring. Dunno if 
it was legal or not. 


[pause] 
Probably not. 


It wasn't really a good situation. They treated me more 
like a rabid dog than an actual kid. 


Dr. : I'm sorry that happened. Could you go into 
more detail for me? 


Agent Crowely: Well, | don't know what you want me to 
Say. 


| went for his legs. His weight betrayed him as | swept them aside. 
When he hit the floor with a thud, | latched onto his back. 


The audience cheered. They wanted blood. 
Dr. : Try. 


Agent Crowely: ... They taught me how to fight for as 
far back as | can remember. Called me the "Savage 
Slant" like | was part of some freak show, and threw me 
out to the ring to fight grown-ass men. When | was 
seven. 


"The child of the snow, raised from the savage north of 
Mongolia" or some shit was their pitch. "Come and see if 
you could take her on." 


Dr. : You're... Japanese though? 


Agent Crowely: Yep. Born in Musashi, raised here. 
Surprised you knew that. 


But yeah, apparently it was easier to sell a Chinese 
monster to a bunch of bumpkins than a Japanese one. 
Go figure. 


Dr. : Huh. So, you said that you were seven when 
you started fighting? 


Agent Crowely: Yep. Well, | think. | don't really know, 
that's my best estimate. | coulda been eight, coulda been 
nine. Could even be ten. Mind you, this was... what, 15 
years ago? | didn't have any concept of time back then, 
so it's all just this big chunk of "I dunno”. 


Dr. : Okay. We'll mark that down as ‘unsure’. So, 
how did you survive? You said you fought against grown 
men? When you were just a young girl? 

Agent Crowely: Yeah. And | won each time. 


Dr. : I'm sorry, what? 


| wrapped my arms around his head, and went for his eyes. As | bit 
off his ear, he rolled on the floor, trying to get me off. | spit outa 
chunk of him, and went to his neck to take another. He lost when my 
hardened nails split his eyes. 

Agent Crowely: | uhh... | won most of them. 

Dr. : H-how? 

Agent Crowely: | don't know, | just did. 

Dr. : I'm... having trouble understanding. 


Agent Crowely: | just... tried really hard. 


| threw him aside, and he fumbled around blindly, trying to escape. 


He smelled of piss. My hands were coated in red. Before | could 
protest, the brothers wrapped the man-catcher around my neck, and 
led me back to the cage. 


My job was done, but | refused. | swallowed my fear. | charged. 


Dr. : Sarah, you realize how insane this sounds, 
right? 


Agent Crowely: | don't know what to tell you. You have 
any idea what | did back then? 


| threw them out of the ring, and broke their back. | 
slammed them to the ground and gouged their eyes out. 
| spit and chewed off bits of their face with filed teeth. It's 
why... It's why my hands are... it's why they're burned 
like this. 


Dr. : It's okay Sarah, you don't have to- 


Agent Crowely: No. You don't get to do this to me, and 
then expect me to stop. Every night, | was put in that 
fucking cage. They put me in there, grabbed my hand, 
and held my fingers over a candle to make my nails hard 
as rock. Then, they filed tooth and nail so | could fight 
with them. Almost. Every. Night. 


And you wanna know the fucked up part? They made me 
enjoy it. Tearing off limbs was the only real "interaction" | 
had with people. My life was either "cage" or "fight." And 

| did my damned best in the fighting ‘cause... it'd make 
my time in the cage go by easier. 


That kind of thing... it fucks you up. It fucks you up 
good... Can | leave? | don't know what else you want me 
to tell you. 


| ripped the catcher from his hands, and charged them both. | ran 
into one, and skewered him on the handle. | pried my head from the 
collar, and made short work of the other. The audience left ina 
hurry. | ran. 


| was free. 
<End Log> 


Closing Statement: Before Agent Sarah Crowely 
returned to duty, she applied for a position in the Site-45 
therapy group, as Crowley has reported deteriorating 
mental health, including frequent alcohol consumption. 
Reassignment has been considered; however, she has 
remained effective in her position, and has shown signs 
of improvement in regards to her mental health. 


Total Recall 


Background: At 2:01:34 on 05/13/20 a suspected Dr. 
Wondertainment item was discovered outside Site . Agents were 
sent to retrieve it. The object appeared to be a mattress with various 
child-like designs and an attached document: 


Woweel!! You're certainly lucky! You've just gotten 
yourself a Super Bouncy Mattress™, exclusively from 
Dr. Wondertainment ®. With this amazing product you 
can bounce sky-high, and don't worry about the ceiling! 
With this amazing product Dr. Wondertainment ® can 
bring you the best slumber party toy you'll ever find! Get 
your friends together and have a blast on the Super 
Bouncy Mattress™!! 


When any human began jumping on the object, they would be 
propelled upward at heights in defiance of physical laws, and would 
not be injured upon impact with the object. An unidentified force 
prevented subjects from being propelled outside the space of the 
mattress, causing subjects to always fall back on to the mattress. 
Subjects would phase through any objects while being propelled, 
except each other. The object was classified as Safe and placed in 
containment locker 1563-F 


On 06/05/20 Site Director Timanson received this letter in his 
inbox: 


Dear Dr. Wondertainment ® customer, 


We hope you're enjoying all of our amazing products! 
Unfortunately, it has come to our attention that one of our 
items, the Super Bouncy Mattress™, has a defect. We 
ask that you return your edition of the Super Bouncy 
Mattress™ to Dr. Wondertainment headquarters at 
[REDACTED]. We will repair the defect and return it to 
you as soon as possible. 


Thank you for your time, 
Dr. Wondertainment ® 


Site Director Timanson opted to not return the object. Investigation 
of the object showed no signs of defect. Agents were sent to 
investigate the area described by the document. For full information 
on the results of the investigation see document W-17. 


On 06/21/20 Site Director Timanson received this letter in his 
inbox: 


Dear Dr. Wondertainment ® customer, 


We hope you're enjoying all of our amazing products! 
Unfortunately, it has come to our attention that one of our 
items, the Super Bouncy Mattress™, has a defect. We 
ask that you return your edition of the Super Bouncy 
Mattress™ to Dr. Wondertainment headquarters at 
[REDACTED]. We will repair the defect and return it to 
you as soon as possible. 


Thank you for your time, 
Dr. Wondertainment ® 


Site Director Timanson opted once again to not return the object. 
Regular testing continued, as well as several unusual tests in order 
to detect the supposed defect. 


On 07/02/20 Site Director Timanson received this letter in his 
inbox: 


Dear Mr. Timanson, 


Records indicate that you have yet to return your Super 
Bouncy Mattress". It is extremely important that you 
return it at once! Be reassured you will get a new Super 
Bouncy Mattress™ back! Your haste in this is 
appreciated, as cooperation from every party is 
necessary in order to keep things safe and fun for 
everyone! 


which synesthesia develops; however, recordings have failed to 
replicate the effect and, as such, the noise is not believed to be the 
primary cause. The first sense to be affected is typically hearing, 
although the reason is unknown. Humans exposed to SCP-979 tend 
to describe a ‘whispering, rustling voice’ associated with the 
sensation of touch and will avoid any physical contact with anything 
as much as possible. Typically, this first effect aopears 
approximately ten (10) minutes after exposure. 


Within one (1) week, exposure to SCP-979 causes synesthesia in at 
least three (3) senses, although which three tends to be dependent 
on the specific person. A level of psychosis appears to develop at 
this stage, although whether or not it is from mental disturbance of 
the synesthesia or something else is unknown. The only recorded 
personnel (hereby labeled SCP-979-V1) exposed to SCP-979 
described symptoms similar to high anxiety, most notably the 
recurring thought of an imagined entity almost touching their skin at 
all times, especially so during nights, in which the exposed 
personnel reporting a belief of the imagined entity running any 
number of limbs up and down their body, just above skin contact. 


After the passing of approximately two (2) weeks, synesthesia 
caused by SCP-979 spreads to all senses, although certain senses 
appear to be less intrusive than others, depending on the specific 
patient. In SCP-979-V1, the previous recurring thought of the 
imagined entity became an obsession and SCP-979-V1 regularly 
attempted to attack the imagined entity with apparently little 
success. All inquiries on the appearance of the imagined entity were 
unsuccessful. SCP-979-V1 attempted suicide approximately times 
during this period and developed severe insomnia. In addition, 
SCP-979-V1 described hallucinations of the aforementioned entity 
now almost licking their skin, along with other types of contact such 
as kissing, stroking, and [REDACTED]. At no point does SCP-979- 
V1 describe actually being touched. 


Within three (3) weeks, the synesthesia develops fully in all the 
senses. SCP-979-V1 had extreme difficulty dealing with any kind of 
sensory information, mind regularly blocking out senses due to 
overload. SCP-979-V1 displayed behavior similar to SCP-979 itself 
and appeared to attempt interaction with hallucinations before falling 


Sincerely, 
Dr. Wondertainment ® 


After consulting with the O5 counsel, Site Director Timanson 
concluded that it would be in violation of Foundation policy to 
surrender an anomalous object. Testing of the object has continued. 


On 07/10/20 Site Director Timanson received this letter in his 
inbox. Unlike the previous letters, this document had been hand 
written: 


Dear Mr. Timanson, 


We at Wondertainment have asked you time and time 
again to return your mattress. Once again we request 
that you please return it. You are the only person that 
has failed to do so, and as such we conclude that you 
obviously have no cause to do so. Since you refuse to 
return the mattress, this is a disclaimer stating that 
Wondertainment claims no responsibility over any 
damage to property, injury, or loss of life caused by the 
defect that you have been repeatedly warned about. You 
have brought this upon yourself. 


Sincerely, 

Dr. Wondertainment 
Director Timanson refused to return the object. 
Incident Report = -F: 
SCP involved: SCP- 


Personnel involved: 163 personnel involved, for full list see 
Document -E 


Date: 07/17/20 


Location: Site- 


Description: 


During routine testing of SCP-  _, a spring broke free of the object. 
Due to its anomalous properties, the spring proceeded to bounce off 
of the ground beneath the site, constantly accelerating. The spring 
was able to pass through walls, ceilings, and other obstructing 
objects, but presumably due to its design instead accelerated 
through humans, typically shredding a 25 centimeter hole through 
several major organs due to its vertical orientation. Its state of 
constant acceleration caused it to bounce throughout Site- several 
times. The spring was finally arrested when it came into contact with 
SCP-