Dr. Mitch Moss had unsettled Eli ever since they met. Moss was his 
assigned superior, and while the Foundation as a whole knew about 
Eli’s “condition”, Moss had been less than kind about it. He 
obviously did not see Eli as a “real” man, but that was not the only 
reason Eli was bothered by his presence. There was something 
about the man that Eli simply did not trust. 


Looking over the assigned SCPs for the week, Eli’s eyes widened, 
then narrowed as he looked up at Moss. “No, no way. This is not 
right for Dictator to see and you know that.” You bastard was on the 
tip of Eli’s tongue, but he did not voice it. 


“This is a part of its testing, if you have a problem with it, keep your 
mouth shut,” Moss warned. “If it is truly as strong as it claims, this 
should not bother it.” 


“The kid already has night terrors, you wanna fuck ‘em up even 


more?” Eli asked, cursing himself internally for not catching the 
swear before it came out. “Come on, give the kid a break.” 


“It’s already been done,” Moss replied dismissively, shrugging his 
shoulders. “Find out a way to deal with it.” 


Eli swore again as Moss left the room, getting up from his chair and 
walking over to the door. 


Although Dictator had been born nearly two-hundred years ago, they 
were slow to age, unlike the other three genetically identical humans 
who shared that same DNA. Dictator had been the last to be 
created, and as a homunculus, no less. They were created to be 
indestructible, even by the process of aging. So despite them being 
close to two-hundred years old, they were developmentally the 
same as fifteen-year-old. 


Even as annoying and bothersome as they were, there was no 
reason for Dictator to be scarred by these anomalies. Eli would 
protect them, somehow. 


With the two of them in such unstable moods, it was inevitable that 
one of them would notice the other. Surprisingly, it was Dictator who 
noticed Eli’s foul mood before Eli picked up on their own inner 
distress. 


“Uh... you okay, big Bro?” Dictator asked, jogging a bit to catch up 
with Eli. Oliver trotted up beside them, chuffing with irritation. 


“I’m fine,” Eli growled in response. There was a hint of anger in his 
voice, and Dictator could not help but flinch. Though Eli was usually 
irritated with Dictator, it took a lot for him to get really angry. 
Reaching out, Dictator grabbed hold of Eli’s arm, forcing him to turn 
around and look at them. “Don’t fucking touch me — ” 


“Why are you mad? | didn’t even do anything,” Dictator whined. “And 
why did you take so long to come get me this morning? Is that why 
you're angry?” 


“I’m not angry, I’m pissed off,” Eli shouted, withdrawing his arm from 


Dictator’s grip. “Just — don’t ask questions, okay?” 


“...Okay,” Dictator sighed after a few moments. They looked like 
they were on the verge of tears, and finally, Eli gave a heaving sigh 
again. 


“Come on, kid, I’m not mad at you,” he grumbled. “I’m mad with my 
goddamn superiors. The shit they assigned this week — you don’t 
need to see this shit, it’s creepy.” 


“Well, that doesn’t mean | can’t see it,” Dictator said. “Il mean, I’m 
sure | can handle it.” 


“Kid, there are grown people who can’t handle this shit. You might 
be a big shot where you come from, but that doesn’t mean you're 
ready for this.” 


Dictator pouted, sticking out their bottom lip for a moment. “So 
what’re you gonna do? You have to watch me 24/7.” 


“Yeah, | know that, and so do they. That’s why I’m pissed off. They 
wanna expose a little kid to really bad stuff.” 


“I’m not a little kid!” Dictator stomped their foot to emphasize their 
point. 


“Yeah, alright,” Eli signed. “Come on, let’s get going. We've got to 
get to 1369 before we have to check on 2952.” 


“So... what exactly is SCP-1369? And why’d you give me this 
blindfold?” Dictator asked as they walked through the building. Eli 
was taking many sharp twists and turns, with Dictator struggling to 
keep up. Eli was extending his steps as he continued to get angrier 
and angrier, pissed off at the world and the set of circumstances that 
led him here. 


For a moment, he was so engrossed in stewing in his anger, that he 
forgot Dictator was even there until they tugged on his sleeve again. 


“Uh, hey, big Bro? What is SCP-1369, and what’s the blindfold for?” 


They repeated. 


So much innocence in those eyes, Eli thought, turning around to 
address them. Oliver, who had been trotting along beside them, 
stopped and sat down, leaning against Dictator. /s he trying to 
protect them, too? 


“What would a blindfold usually be used for, kid,” Eli grunted. “It’s so 
you don't see the... thing that’s in there.” 


“What thing? Is it really that bad?” Dictator asked as the group of 
three started to walk again. The metal door leading to the 
observation chamber was just up ahead. “I’ve seen a lot of tough 
stuff in my lifetime, you know. | think | can handle it.” Their eyes 
were still bright with naive, childish innocence, but there was 
something... dark, about them as well. Something solid and 
unmistakably not innocent. 


“No, you can’t. | don’t care how many years you've lived, you've got 
a kid’s brain and you don’t need to see this shit,” Eli said definitively, 
in a tone that clearly showed the argument was over. His voice 
wavered a bit as he fought to ignore the darkness he'd seen earlier 
in their eyes. “Now, put the damn blindfold on. I’m not opening the 
door until you do.” 


Dictator opened their mouth to protest, but cut it off with a whine 
when Eli stared them down. Slowly, they tied the blindfold around 
their eyes, knotting it at the back of their head. “Okay, I’m ready 
now.” They reached out to grab Eli’s arm, allowing him to guide 
them as they walked in. 


Immediately upon catching sight of the thing behind the glass panel 
of the observation chamber, Oliver hissed, his tail going straight up 
as the fur along his back and neck rose. Dictator put their free hand 
on Oliver's back, rubbing gently in an attempt to calm him. 


But the angry tiger refused to calm down, instead moving in front of 
Dictator as if to shield them from the creature behind the glass. 


Eli, on the other hand, sighed and motioned towards another doctor 
sitting at the control panel. “Bring in the D-Class personnel,” he said, 


voice dull and devoid of its usual fervor. “Let’s just get this over 
with.” 


The other doctor nodded and pressed a red button on the control 
panel. A buzzing noise ensued, and Dictator lifted their head, but 
made no motion to take the blindfold off. 


“Do you hear that?” Dictator asked, stepping closer to Eli. “It sounds 
like Someone's in pain.” 


“It’s just the object, don’t worry about it,” Eli replied, putting a hand 
on the small of Dictator’s back. “Keep going,” Eli instructed the other 
doctor. 


He stepped away from Dictator for a moment, which was a mistake. 
Almost immediately, they reached up and pulled their blindfold up 
just a bit, unable to resist the temptation of looking at the forbidden 
object. 


Dictator was silent for more than a minute, and that was when Eli 
realized they had seen it. 


Dictator had laid eyes on the object, and it was... terrifying. And in 
the middle of testing, no less. 


The object itself was enough to terrify Dictator on its own, and at first 
Eli thought their silence meant they were scared. A mass of four 
heads, four arms, and a torso that merged into a mass of squirming 
tendrils, holding its place on the floor. Each head emitted its own 
moan, each at a different frequency than the other. This moaning did 
not seem to cease as the D-class personnel, who had disrobed, 
made his way towards it. 


“Dictator! God dammit,” Eli hissed, making his way across the room 
to forcibly shove the blindfold back down, but the damage had been 
done. “There’s a reason why | tell you these things! Did you think it 

was just for fun or something?!” 


"It's revolting,” Dictator finally said, appearing to ignore Eli's previous 
question. Their eyes stayed fixed on the object, the same darkness 
from earlier returning to their gaze. "This thing... what purpose does 


it serve? It should be exterminated." 


"We don't do that unless they pose a serious threat to humanity," Eli 
replied, clasping his hand over Dictator's eyes. "Now, calm down. 
Let's just get you out of here, alright?" 


Eli watched them the rest of the day, wondering if the darkness in 
their eyes would return. But it never did. 


Every SCP - Part 3 - Beltane 


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SCP Presented: SCP-2952 


Dictator did not sleep that night. Eli had hoped that the exposure to 
the previous object would not have affected them that badly, but it 
had provoked them into an agitated state which they would not leave 
for several hours. They were unusually snappy with guards and 
other personnel, leading Eli to quickly finish his rounds and put them 
to bed for the night. They did not argue when they went to bed, only 
gripped Oliver tightly by his black leather collar and allowed him to 
guide them towards the bed. 


Some of the higher-class personnel witnessed this change, and 
debated amongst themselves about the reason why. It was a debate 
Eli had to stay out of. He knew why Dictator had reacted so 
viscerally and almost violently, and it all had to do with the reason 
why they were created. 


Dictator was created with the goal of eventual world domination. An 
impossible goal, yes, even for the most well-bred homunculus one 
could come up with. Their indestructibility ensured they would not 
die, but on their own, Dictator had no interest in hurting others. 


The rest of the details from here were fuzzy, but Eli could piece 
together what he knew from talking with Dictator before to create a 
bigger picture. 


Apparently, horrible things had been done to Dictator by the one 
they mentioned as being their Overseer: the one who had created 
them. They had been conditioned — no — programmed to kill, to 
hurt, to destroy, to eliminate. When they saw something they 
deemed as unworthy, it was wired into their brain to get rid of it. 


After the Overseer died and more time passed, Dictator had gained 


Recovery Log: SCP-836 was first encountered by the Foundation 
on / /199 in , Slovak Republic, following an investigation by 
the local police of an apartment house whose water and electricity 
usage had quadrupled during a period of two months - causing 
suspicion of cannabis indica farming. 


The report given by the returning officer prompted investigation by a 
strike team lead by agent Dolezal. Upon arrival at site, part of the 
structure's roof was found to have caved in, apparently due to a 
metallic growth cca. 1 metre across found in the rubble. The walls 
contained an unlikely amount of windows and doors, most of which 
only had rudimentary mechanisms. 


The body of one of the officers (apparent suicide via service 
weapon) was recovered from the bathroom of apartment of J N_ , 
where he was sealed by a rogue wall growth blocking the door. Due 
to extensive growths, basement of structure unexplored. Procedure 
28-Surtur successfully tested on structure as well as its 
surroundings on / /199.Area monitored until / /20 . 


« SCP-835 | SCP-836 | SCP-837 » 


more control over these impulses. They were still a child at heart, 
and wanted to be as “normal” as possible, but some things would 
never be erased. Time had brought back some of the innocence 
they had lost, but they would never be like a normal fifteen year old. 


Normal fifteen year olds did not have blood on their hands. 


“Hey, kid. Let’s go see somethin’ to cheer you up with.” 


Eli’s voice crackled over the intercom into the containment cell, 
where Dictator was slumped over against the wall with Oliver’s head 
resting on their lap. The tiger had curled protectively around them, 
and Dictator continued to stroke his head as they spoke. 


“What do you mean?” They asked, eyes bleary and voice heavy with 
sleep. They were not immune to the effects of exhaustion, that much 
was for sure. “I’m not in a bad mood...” 


“Yes, you are,” Eli replied. “And I’m gonna get it out of you, alright? 
Today’s gonna be better than yesterday.” 


“Okay... yesterday wasn’t that bad though.” Shakily, Dictator rose to 
their feet, supported on one side by Oliver. The cat let out what 
sounded like a noise of distress, although Dictator did not appear to 
be hurting him in any way. 


They walked slowly towards the door, and then waited for Eli to 
come down and let them out. Once the door opened, they stared at 
Eli for a moment, apparently not recognizing that he had even 
opened the door. Dictator was exhausted, that much was for sure. 


“C’mon, we gotta hurry if we’re gonna make it on time,” Eli said, 
much more gently than he usually would. He gripped Dictator by the 
hand that was not currently curled into Oliver's collar. 


“Alright,” Dictator yawned. “Okay.” 


They did not say anything else as Eli led them through the facility. 


When Eli got in the car to drive to the site where SCP-2952 was 
currently stationed, he did not know what to expect of Dictator. 
When they crawled into the front seat, they simply fell asleep, head 
bobbing at some points when the car went over a bump at any point. 


It was thirty miles from the site where Eli was stationed to the site 
where the object was, which was why he chose to drive rather than 
walk. Foundation personnel of high enough clearance were allowed 
to use their personal vehicles to travel from one site to the next, 
provided they took the back ways illustrated by the Foundation 
rather than main roads. Sometimes, this caused their commute to be 
substantially longer, but it was better to do that than drive on a road 
where one could be easily followed. 


When the ride was over, Eli reached over to push on Dictator’s 
shoulder. “Hey, kid, wake up. We're here.” 


“Mmm — hmm, leave me alone,” Dictator muttered, swatting half- 
heartedly at Eli's hand. “I just got to sleep.” 


“Yeah, | know, but you gotta get up,” Eli said, a bit more firmly. “1 
can’t have you outta my sight, remember? Up you go.” 


Dictator grumbled once more, then leaned up in their seat and 
opened the door. Eli stepped out as well, walking around the side of 
the car to open the door for Oliver. The tiger jumped out, and 
immediately went to Dictator’s side, chuffing and rubbing his head 
against their leg. 


Eli turned to lead them through the bushes, into the area where the 
object in question was kept. Dictator followed along on shaky legs, 
then paused as they noticed the object. 


What appeared to be the front half of a Pembroke Welsh Corgi stuck 
out from between two bushes, mouth open and tongue hanging out 
as it panted. Although it was a hot day out, the canine did not 
appear to have any water or food nearby, though it did perk up when 
it noticed the two humans approaching it. 


For a moment, Dictator was quiet, and Eli feared that they might 
react in the same way as they had the night before. Then, a smile 


broke along their face, and Eli relaxed. 


“He’s so cute!” Dictator exclaimed, kneeling down to pet the corgi. 
He panted happily as he was pet, lifting his chin so Dictator could 
scratch it. “But, where’s the other half of him?” 


“The other half would be the reason why he’s anomalous,” Eli 
replied. “He’s about thirty-thousand kilometers in length, give or take 
a few. His bottom half’s in Japan.” 


“Wow! He really is long,” Dictator said, sitting down whilst continuing 
to pet the dog. “How come he’s so long? What does he do with all of 
that?” 


“He’s a transportation system,” Eli said simply. “Parts of his body 
open up and take people from one point to the other. The entrances 
are tiny, but the inside is much bigger. We're not really sure how he 
does it, but that’s a part of the beauty of the mystery, | think.”