DS: | don't know. He just looked like 
something weird trying to be human. It was so 
fucking hot and humid in there, but he had the 
best weed. And | realized that, well, he didn't 
know what shit was worth. | remember the first 
time | got, like, ten ounces for fifty bucks. It 
was Crazy. It was a fucking garbage bag. And 
he didn't bat an eye. Which would've been 
understandable, since | think a bug was 
crawling on it or something. But, | figured, all | 
had to do was hang out with this, uh, magic 
weed guy, and I'd keep buying weed from him. 
I've always had weird, obnoxious drug dealers, 
but this guy was worth it. | mean, he said a lot 
of weird things. He did weird stuff. And like, 
sometimes it'd be hard to look at him without 
getting a headache, but the stuff | got him from 
him was better than anything I'd ever had. 


And he was, uh, nice to me, you know. 
Seemed to care about my problems. Always 
fronted me without shit. Since he was some 
weird elf demon thing, | figured he'd like 
sentimental items, you know? Like | figured 
they held magic. And | don't know if he was 
just doing it to be nice, or if he was, but he 
would always take, like, this crappy plastic 
rosary my grandma gave me when | was ten 
and give me, | don't know, fucking, sixty 
ounces like some fucking god kingpin amount. 


I: Did he ever refuse a barter? 


DS: Offered him my old PlayStation 2 memory 
card. He said he hated video games. He still 
gave me a few ounces as an apology. Like | 
said, he was really weird, but | think, he was 
ultimately a good guy. 


I: Yet you say he was behind these murders? 


DS | told my friend about him. My friend 
Johnny. | needed someone to hold onto this 
weed. | needed someone to help me deal. | 
told him how to meet Tayn't, and he did. He 
was a great partner. Knew him since grade 
school, you know. But he always got greedy. 
Always mouthy. Couldn't hold a secret either. 
Stupid idea. 


I: Why would Tayn't harm your friend? 


DS: Johnny'd been stealing from him for a 
while. Told some friends like him about the 
magic elf we got weed from. They'd all been 
stealing from him for a week before Tayn't 
found out. 


I: What makes you believe Tayn't is behind 
these disappearances? 


DS: Last time he called me. His place was 
hotter than hell. | was more nervous than I'd 
ever been. He was all teeth and darkness, and 
the smell was horrible. He was a plant, but he 
looked more like sharp. Like a rock. | pissed 
myself. | remember he told me | was a bad 
friend for inviting thieves into his home. | don't 
remember much. | don't think he spoke 
language so much as screamed. And, | never 
found him again. Week later, Johnny's body 
turned up all fucked up. People thought it was 
me, or a rival drug dealer. Then the others 
happened. 


I: Do you believe Tayn't to be behind the 
disappearance and reappearance of people 
who took the marijuana you received from 
him? 


DS: | mean, it makes sense. He always 
seemed like he wanted a friend. No one gives 
that much unless they need something in 
return. Liked having me visit. Maybe he'll find 
another bud. Hope no one else takes shit from 
him, though. Never thought he'd get so mad. 
I'm lucky | never got caught, | guess. 


I: Thank you, Mr Sheridan. I'll leave you here, 
and we'll get you as much help as we can. 


Using this information SCP-2542 was 
contained and confirmed through D-Class 
ingestion of SCP-2542-A causing 
DIONYSUS-12 Events. Daniel Sheridan was 
amnesticized and charged for drug dealing. 
The murders were ruled to be aggression from 
rival drug dealers. 


Exploration Log 2542-3C: 


+ show block 


warehouses. The suspect and the fifteen Serpent Hands 
operatives were unprepared for these increased 
measures, and were all arrested. 


INTERVIEWER: Hello, Mr. Jordan. How are you doing 
tod— 


SUSPECT: Eat a dick. 


INTERVIEWER: If you don't wish to cooperate with us, 
we can put you back in Solitary confinement. 


SUSPECT: Alright. 
INTERVIEWER: Alright, so what is yo— 
SUSPECT: | hope your entire family dies of cancer. 


INTERVIEWER: Alright, Officers, take Mr. Jordan back 
to his cell. We're done here. 


SUSPECT: Don't worry, | won't be there long. Big bro 
always comes, in the end. 


Document-C 


The following document was recovered inside of 
SCP-285's memory files. Originally a video, but only the 
audio was recovered. 


Audio begins with the sound of a car driving 
down a road. A male voice can be heard 
talking, identified as Pol-6938. 


Pol-6938: They're fucking animals, all of them. 
They beat us, abuse us, make us follow their 
rules, which always fucking put us at a 
disadvantage, and they expect us to not fight 
back? It's horrible. 


SCP-285 does not speak. 


After ten successful DIONYSUS- 12 Events, 
D-2542-34 was prepped with an audio-visual 
recording device. D-2542-34 was ordered to 
steal a sample of SCP-2542-A in order to 
judge if closeness would change SCP-2542's 
usual reaction to theft. D-2542-34 was ordered 
to summon SCP-2542 and gain entrance. 


Upon D-2542-34's entrance into SCP-2542's 
dimension, cameras malfunctions 
momentarily. Sensors indicate that the 
temperature is 39°C. While visibility is low, 
various rafflesia and titan arum are observed 
growing uncharacteristically in the muck. 


D-2542-34: Never gets less gross. 


CONTROL: D-2542-34, could you examine 
the ground? 


D-2542-34 refuses for several minutes but is 
cajoled to stick his hand in the muck. It is 

shown to be a black clay mixed with brackish 
water. There are no signs of life in the water. 


CONTROL: That's enough. Make your way to 
SCP-2542. 


As D-2542-34 walks further into darkness, the 
temperature rises to 41°C. Eventually, 
D-2542-34 comes to what is identified as 
SCP-2542's home. It is a cabin made from 
rotting wood, though its dimensions shift 
irregularly, and as D-2542-34 walks closer to 
the door, the sound of insect cries (most 
currently unidentifiable) become louder. 


SCP-2542 comes to the door and welcomes 
D-2542-34 inside. Sensors indicate the 
temperature inside is over 45°C. Inside, as 
described, are a number of containers filled 


with SCP-2542-A, but also cages containing 
unidentifiable species of beetle. 


SCP-2542 appears naked and in a roughly 
humanoid form, lacking nipples and having 
what looks to be a series of roots instead of 
genitalia. Its ears are long and pointed, pierced 
at the lobes with an unidentified bone in each. 
Its body is in constant motion and undulation. 


SCP-2542: Sorry for the nudity, my man. | was 
just in the middle of my bug time. You know all 
about my bug time, right, guy? 


D-2542-34 nods and tries to avert his eyes 

from the nudity. SCP-2542 bends over and 
wraps itself in a sodden robe, discolored by 
age and covered in various forms of fungus. 


D-2542-34: Uh, why do you keep it so hot in 
here, anyway, Tayn't? 


SCP-2542: [Its mouth widens in what is most 
likely an approximation of a smile.] | like to turn 
the heat up. To get myself a little nervous. | 
think better when I'm nervous, don't you? 


D-2542-C coughs and looks at the ground. 
The insects that cover the floor are 
unidentifiable, and there are frog-like creatures 
with a kind of carapace. Footage is brought 
back to SCP-2542 as it begins to speak again. 


SCP-2542: So, what didja need, my big man? 
| got the shit for your signs. Wanna bite of this 
shit? It's the fantastic stuff. | love it. 


SCP-2542 reaches down to the floor and picks 
up a creature resembling a frog, biting the 
head and two front legs. It offers the rest to 
D-2542-34, who declines. 


D-2542-34: Hey, is it cool if we put this down 
as an | owe you type thing? I, uh, well, you 
know. They don't give me money. 


SCP-2542 makes a screeching noise that has 
been identified as laughter. 


SCP-2542: We're all trapezoidal, my fine 
feathered friend. You got the bug time; you got 
the bug rhyme. Do you understand? We're all 
good. We're all so good. | got just the time for 
you. All stuffed. 


SCP-2542's body begins to undulate and 
stretch, which has been shown to be an 
attempt to put the other party at ease. As 
SCP-2542 turns around to look deeper into its 
cabin, D-2542-34 attempts to grab a handful of 
SCP-2542-A from a nearby truncheon. 


As D-2542-34 begins to stow away the 
SCP-2542-A, SCP-2542's arms slides out from 
the darkness and takes his hand. At the 
moment, sensors indicate the temperature to 
be 50°C. SCP-2542 produces a long sustained 
croaking noise. D-2542-34 begins to scream 
as the skin of his arm sloughs off with a pull 
from SCP-2542. 


SCP-2542: | would've given you so much 
more. [Here, SCP-2542's voice is distorted, as 
though coming through water.] So much of me 
to give. 


D-2542-34: They made me! They made me! 
They— 


The footage cuts out. D-2542-34's body 

appeared a month later at his barracks. His 
body was covered in bites from unidentified 
insects. The bites were at various stages of 


healing, indicating he received them while still 
alive. His stomach and lungs were shown to 
be filled with finely ground SCP-2542-A, 
believed to be the cause of death. 


« SCP-2541 | SCP-2542 | SCP-2543 » 


SCP-2543: Our Harriet 


Item #: SCP-2543 
Object Class: Safe 


Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2543 is to be contained in 
a standard Class A Humanoid Containment cell in Block 4 of Site 
15. It is allowed two hours per day in the Block 4 Courtyard. 
SCP-2543 is to be administered 40mg of citalopram daily for 
depression. The subject is to have a Dell desktop computer hooked 
up to a projector in its habitation. This computer comes equipped 
solely with VLC Media Player, Minesweeper, and Microsoft Word. All 
but Microsoft Word may be taken away as punishment if deemed 
necessary by Site Director Allen. SCP-2543 is allowed to request 
new computer programs or videos but has not since it was 
contained. All materials written by SCP-2543 are to be passed 
directly to Director Allen. 


SCP-2543's containment cell is to be surveilled at all times. All 
communications with SCP-2543 must be approved by Director Allen. 
Site 15 medical personnel are to be advised whenever SCP-2543 
enters a catatonic state. SCP-2543 has been treated multiple times 
for injuries resulting from falling unexpectedly during such events. 
Personnel with clearance below Level 5 may be subject to 
amnesticization after interacting with SCP-2543. 


Description: SCP-2543 is a humanoid female. The subject was 
formerly Dr. Harriet Wilson, a Level 3 Foundation scientist working 
at Site 16. Its anomalous properties were discovered on March 8, 
2017 as a result of Incident KSS-4927. 


SCP-2543 produces electricity through unknown means. This 
phenomenon appears to be localized to SCP-2543's skull, 
specifically the parietal bones, but does not impair its brain function. 
The amount generated normally fluctuates between 10W-50W and 
never falls below 8.2W. 


SCP-2543 claims to receive hallucinatory visions on various 
occasions. When these events occur, the electricity it produces 
increases to between 10,000W and 15,000W. SCP-2543 enters a 
catatonic state for the duration of these events. The subject 
becomes lucid immediately after the cessation of these phenomena 
and experiences no permanent physical effects. SCP-2543 has 
been instructed to record the details of its experience during each 
event. These records are compiled in Document 2548-B. 


Level 5 Clearance Required 


SCP-2543 is believed to be linked to a version of itself in 
an unknown alternate universe. It claims that this version 
of itself, hereby classified Wilson-X, communicates with 
an unknown quantity of Harriet Wilsons across multiple 
universes and is the source of its visions. SCP-2548 also 
claims that Wilson-X is aware of its actions at all times, 
but rarely interferes. Evidence for these claims can be 
found in Document 2543-B. 


During these visions, SCP-2543 claims to adopt the sight 
and hearing of one of its alternate universe 
doppelgangers, usually Wilson-X. SCP-2543 claims to 
be able to communicate with whichever version of itself it 
is having a vision of, though it has no control over their 
actions. Even while not having visions, SCP-2543 claims 
to communicate mentally at times with Wilson-X. 
Records of important communications can be found in 
Document 2543-B-2. SCP-2543 has been found to be 
aware of highly classified information that Wilson-X is 
believed to be responsible for imparting. The mechanism 
by which Wilson-X learns such information is unknown. 


Wilson-X used these visions in order to coerce 
SCP-2543 into performing various acts of sabotage upon 
the Foundation prior to containment. It is unknown why 
these visions continue to occur now that SCP-2543 is 
unable to perform this function. A full list of infractions 
committed prior to SCP-2543's containment can be 
found in Document 2543-C. The most egregious act was 


Incident KSS-4927, which nearly resulted in a GK-Class 
End of the World Scenario. 


Addendum: The following are excerpts from Document 
2543-A (Interviews) 


Interview #: 1 
Date: 03/09/2017 
Interviewer: Dr. Francis Egerton 


Dr. Egerton: Tell me how this all started, 
SCP-2543. 


SCP-2543: Oh god, is that my name now? 
Can you not just call me Dr. Wilson anymore? 
Or Harriet? 


Dr. Egerton: | can call you Harriet. But you're 
an SCP now, you turned yourself in for 
containment. Please answer the question. 


SCP-2543: Right, right. It was in early May. | 
was watching Planet Earth at home when all of 
a sudden | heard a voice calling my name. It 
felt just like the voice | use to think to myself, 
you know? Like it was coming from inside my 
head. But | certainly wasn't thinking it, at least 
consciously. | looked around but nobody was 
there. | lived alone. 


Dr. Egerton: And then what? 


SCP-2543: The voice kept calling me so | 
muted the tv. It said "thank you," like a 
response. | got frightened at that. The voice 
told me to calm down, and asked if | wanted to 
see it. | began to freak out of course. And then 
all of a sudden | was staring at myself in the 
mirror. Except it wasn't me. | had, or | guess 
she had, a large scar down her right cheek. 


And she looked a bit older and thinner than | 
was. But other than that it was like looking at 
myself. 


Dr. Egerton: And this person was the origin of 
the voice? 


SCP-2543: Yes. 
Dr. Egerton: What happened after that? 


SCP-2543: She told me that she was me, but 
from another universe. And that there were 
some things she needed me to do. She told 
me that if | listened she could reward me, and 
that if | didn't she would punish me. | was 
terrified and confused. | couldn't feel my body 
at all. Then she said that if | wanted to talk to 
her, | could try to say something and she 
would understand. 


Dr. Egerton: Did you say anything? 


SCP-2543: | said oh my god, what the fuck. 
She told me that she heard me and that | could 
relax. She said she'd be watching me, and not 
to tell anyone at work. And then | was back on 
my couch. | heard her voice in my head saying 
she was serious about not telling anyone 
about this. 


Dr. Egerton: What did you do then? 


SCP-2543: | cried. A lot. | thought it might've 
been a weird dream, or an effect from a skip | 
was working on, but neither made sense. 


Dr. Egerton: When was the next time she 
contacted you? 


SCP-2543: When | was driving to work the 
next day. | didn't sleep well that night. I'm sure 


you can imagine. It was just so surreal. |was a 
bit tired in the morning and | almost ran a red 
light. Right before | did, | heard a voice in my 
head say "red light!" And | slammed on the 
breaks, very confused, before she said "you're 
welcome." And | said "oh hell, it's you." She 
said | should be thankful because | could've 
gotten arrested. 


Dr. Egerton: That is true, | suppose.