as if forced by an immense weight.] 
Dr. : Stop it! 


SCP-2422-D: You are NOT God, you are a 
pathetic, whiny bitch trying to make your way 
in a world that has no place for you. | ought to 
kill you here. I'm sure it would make my 
charges safer if you were— 


[Guards, summoned by the observing 
therapist, enter the room and sedate 
SCP-2422-D with a projectile syringe.] 


Dr. _: Holy fuck. Get him out of here. 
<End Log> 


Closing Statement: SCP-2422 was placed 
under increased security for several months. 
Such measures were deemed unnecessary as 
SCP-2422-D seemed unlikely to repeat its 
outburst without provocation. The behavioral 
therapist who summoned the guards was 
given a commendation before being 
administered a Class-C amnestic. 


Interviewed: SCP-2422-C 
Interviewer: Dr. Welsch 


Foreword: Following SCP-2422-D's outburst, 
it was deemed important to understand 
SCP-2422's origins and true purpose. Given 
her positive relationship with SCP-2422-C, Dr. 
Welsch volunteered to perform the interview 
herself. 


<Begin Log> 


Dr. Welsch: Hello, -C. 


SCP-2422-C: Hi, Doctor. What's up? 


Dr. Welsch: Listen, we need to know about 
Wandering Father. 


SCP-2422-C: Is this about what -D did last 
week? Listen, you know he's not usually like 
that— 


Dr. Welsch: This isn't about that. That incident 
just served as a reminder of how unpredictable 
and dangerous you four are, and how little we 
know about this man. 


SCP-2422-C: You think we're dangerous? 

Dr. Welsch: | do. And from now on, I'm going 

to be completely honest with you. Can you do 

the same for me? 

[SCP-2422-C pauses. ] 

SCP-2422-C: I'll do my best. 

Dr. Welsch: Okay. Who is Wandering Father? 
SCP-2422-C: | don't know. 


Dr. Welsch: That's alright. Where does 
Wandering Father live? 


SCP-2422-C: | don't know. 


Dr. Welsch: What does Wandering Father 
look like? 


SCP-2422-C: | don't know. 
Dr. Welsch: -C. 
[SCP-2422-C pauses. ] 


SCP-2422-C: Who else is watching? 


Dr. Welsch: Nobody else can see in here. 


SCP-2422-C: Bullshit. That wall's one-way 
glass. 


Dr. Welsch: The room next door is 
electronically locked. Nobody's inside. It's just 
us. 


SCP-2422-C: Okay. I'm going to tell you a 
story. 


Dr. Welsch: Okay. I'm listening. 


SCP-2422-C: You can't share it with anyone. 
Do you promise? 


Dr. Welsch: | promise. 


SCP-2422-C: Once upon a time there is a girl 
named Misty. She lives in Toronto, and she 
loves to live. She has lots of friends, loving 
parents, and a good home. She is sixteen and 
has never been pregnant. She's only ever 
done pot once, and that was an accident. She 
loves chocolate chip cookies and Once Upon 
A Time and she has 14,000 followers on 
Twitter and life is great. Do you understand? 


Dr. Welsch: | do. 


SCP-2422-C: Okay. So, one day, she meets 
this boy named Abe, but really he's a man. 
He's twenty and he has a cool car and a nice 
chest and a fuck-ton of charm. He flirts with 
her, hard and often. He will not leave her alone 
until she is his girlfriend. Being the poor, naive 
creature that she is, Misty ends up dating him. 
Christ, she came pretty close to putting out for 
him. Pretty predictable, | suppose. Anyway, 
one day he asks her to come down to his 


cellar contains four compartments, two bearing serial 
numbers and two unnumbered. The focus points in this 
area are the unnumbered compartments. 


Notable focus points: 


¢ Focus Point #1 ("Genesis") The unnumbered 
compartment above compartment #1. Instills a 
vision of a boardroom, containing a long wooden 
table and thirteen leather armchairs. Voices 
speaking in English, French, German, Italian and 
Spanish can be heard, but are too unclear to 
decipher. Feelings of worry, determination and 
secrecy are also instilled. 


SCP-921-2's comment: "The gardeners assemble to 
discuss their greatest creation; they seek to trap with it 
Typhoon and Jo6rmungandr, the Griffin and the Hounds 
of Hell. But they are no gods." 


¢ Focus Point #13 ("In the Desert") The unnumbered 
compartment above compartment #13. Instills a 
vision of the same boardroom seen in Focus Point 
#1. Five of the chairs are missing, and no voices 
can be heard at all. Feelings of betrayal, anger and 
disbelief are also instilled. 


SCP-921-2's comment: "Insects chew and burrow and 
bite at the great vines. Insatiable, they seek the sweet 
fruits of the tree. They care not for what lies beneath. 
The gardeners can do naught but watch." 


* Focus Point #21 ("Saint George and the Dragon"): 
The unnumbered compartment above 
compartment #21. Instills a sense of rage, 
excitement and loathing, in addition to the smell of 
wet earth and blood. Loud roars originating from 
two separate sources can be heard. 


SCP-921-2's comment: "This George was no saint, as 
his squires were soon to learn. Locked in battle, there 


basement. He says he wants to show her a 
science project. She agrees, and the next 
thing she knows she's tied to a pole in a dark 
room. It's cold and she's thirsty and something 
smells rotten. She later finds out that as she 
went down the stairs, he hit her on the back of 
the head with a ceramic plate. 


Dr. Welsch: Oh, my God. 


SCP-2422-C: When she wakes up, she calls 
out to the darkness and finds out she's not 
alone. There are four other people down there 
with her. Two men, one woman, and a boy. 
They are all also tied up, and have been down 
there for different lengths of time. They hear 
someone walking upstairs and everyone goes 
quiet. Then Abe comes downstairs and turns 
on the light. The room looks like a normal rec 
room. The prisoners don't seem to be 
organized at all. They're just tied to things that 
don't move; no planning seems to be involved. 
Abe approaches Misty, and she sees a glint in 
his eyes that was never there before. She is 
terrified. Abe tells her that everything is 
assembled, and his project is about to begin. 
Her first thought is that he's trying to make a 
porno. She is so innocent. Then, Abe unties 
the first of the men — his name is Jeff — and 
leads him into another room. Jeff makes eye 
contact with the second man — Dave — as he 
passes. He says something the Misty can't 
make out. Looking back later, she realizes it 
was probably "! love you." 


Dr. Welsch: Are you okay? Do you need to 
take a break? 


SCP-2422-C: No. No, no, I'm fine. If | wait | 
won't be able to do this. Abe leads Jeff into 
another room and shuts a thick door behind 


them. The remaining four wait in silence, 
straining to hear anything they can. After about 
seven minutes, there's the sound of a scuffle. 
Then a gunshot. 


Dr. Welsch: Jesus Christ. 


SCP-2422-C: Dave screams. The boy — his 
name is... Christ, his name is Zane. He starts 
crying. And Abe just opens the door and walks 
back into the room, still holding the gun. And 
he looks right at Misty and he says really 
calmly: ‘that trial failed.’ 


[SCP-2422-C pauses.] 


SCP-2422-C: Then he unties Misty and begins 
to lead her into the room, and Misty resists at 
first, but he puts the gun to her head so she 
cooperates. He sits her down and says ‘let's 
try this again.’ Then he pulls out a pocket 
watch and begins to swing it in front of her 
face, explaining to her how sleepy she's 
getting. Misty has seen the blood on the wall 
beside her and decides to play along. She 
fakes every reaction the way she thinks he 
wants. After he thinks she's under his spell, he 
tells her that Misty is no more, and that when 
she wakes up, she won't remember anything 
about her old life. Then, he begins to explain to 
her what her new life mission is: to bring 
people joy. He says when she wakes up, her 
only thought will be how to best bring joy to 
people, only stopping short of sexual favors. 
This, he says, is a restriction he is placing only 
on her, because he genuinely likes her. He 
tells her he will give her special powers 
through an injection, powers that will help her 
know when she is fulfilling her purpose. He 
says he stole the formula from the master 
database of a worldwide anomalous power. Do 


you know anything about that? 


Dr. Welsch: He wouldn't have been talking 
about the Foundation, but | know of several 
other organizations he could have been 
referencing. 


SCP-2422-C: Christ, there are more 
organizations? Well, that part doesn't really 
matter. After he finishes his 'hypnosis' and 
establishes what he calls a ‘trigger word' — he 
says if he speaks it, she'll fall back into a 
trance immediately, then selects the word 
‘phallic' — he injects her with something and 
tells her to wake up. Slowly — ever so slowly — 
she opens her eyes, silently counts to three, 
then smiles very wide. ‘Hello, sir,’ she says, 
‘how are you today?’ He says, ‘I'm fucking 
fantastic, SCP-2422-C. Why don't we 
introduce you to the others?’ Misty says ‘I love 
meeting new people.’ He takes her out into the 
room and introduces her to the others as that 
thing he called her before — SCP-2422-C. 
Misty stays in character as best she can the 
whole time as he tells them what a success 
she is and they pepper her with questions, 
trying to get her to remember them, trying to 
get her to see. What's worse, every time she 
looks into one of their faces, she feels an 
additional wave of confusion and despair 
washing over her. The emotions feel alien and 
foreign, completely different from her own 
experiences with them. They invade her mind 
without warning and trickle out slowly, fling 
their residue all over the walls of her brain, and 
leave a bitter taste in her mouth. And she has 
to keep smiling and tittering at everything. 


[SCP-2422-C takes a breath.] 


SCP-2422-C: Eventually, he ties her back up. 


He says one miracle is enough for that day, 
and that he is exhausted. He says he'll deal 
with the next two the next day. She keeps that 
smile plastered on her face until the lights shut 
off and she hears him close the door at the top 
of the stairs. Then, she starts to weep. She 
tells her fellow prisoners everything as quickly 
and quietly as possible. She tells them what 
they have to do to survive. Dave does not stop 
crying the entire night. None of them sleep. By 
the morning, she can hear flies buzzing in the 
next room. They hear him going about his day 
for most of the morning. Then there comes a 
knock on the door. The voice is female. She 
comes inside and makes her way to the couch. 
He seems to bring her something from the 
kitchen. None of the prisoners can make out 
what they're saying. They stop talking for a 
while. Then she leaves. Abe comes down the 
stairs. Misty greets him and asks how his day 
is going. He tells her it's the best day of his life. 
He's met his true love. Despite everything, 
Misty finds this like having a sack of bricks 
dropped directly onto her stomach. She keeps 
her smile, though. Her smile is impenetrable. 
He takes the woman — her name is Cassandra 
— into the smaller room. She looks as Misty as 
she passes. Misty keeps the smile, but wishes 
Cassandra luck with her eyes. The three 
remaining prisoners wait, tense, for about two 
hours, but no gunshots ring. Abe returns with a 
very cheerful Cassandra, and introduces her 
as SCP-2422-B. He ties her back up, then 
takes Dave into the room. Cassandra's smile 
falls from her face as soon as he turns around. 
She does not cry. Zane does. Misty does, too. 


Dr. Welsch: Misty, I- 


SCP-2422-C: The prisoners hear Dave 


weeping again. He must be seeing the corpse 
of his boyfriend. The other three tense, but he 
does not die. A nuclear family needs a father. 
He is in the room for two and a half hours. 
When he returns, he's positively bouncing. 
Abe ties him up and says he'll finish up with 
Zane the next day. After he leaves, Cassandra 
calls him a psycho fuckwad. Dave suggests 
his philosophy might not be all bad. At first, 
Misty doesn't understand what happened, but 
she quickly realizes: Abe had more practice 
when he worked with Dave. His work clearly 
isn't perfect, but he doesn't seem to have 
failed entirely like he did with her and 
Cassandra. That makes her even more scared 
than she already was: Abe is not just a man 
raving in a basement; there might be more 
sadistic hypnotists out there. Maybe even 
talented ones. No one is safe. 


Dr. Welsch: If it's any comfort, there are no 
others on our radar. 


SCP-2422-C: It's not. The next day, the girl 
comes over again. Their discussion gets more 
heated. He shouts. She shouts. Glass breaks. 
She leaves. He comes stomping down the 
basement stairs very early — it must be before 
noon. He stands, seething, at the bottom of the 
stairs, then he shouts at the top of his voice: '/ 
was going to fuck her!' Then he unties the kid, 
Zane, and practically drags him into the next 
room. 


Dr. Welsch: Dear Lord. 


SCP-2422-C: The two are in that room for four 
hours. Abe shouts and raves. Several times, 
we hear him slap Zane. The gun goes off 
twice, and still he continues. He drags the boy 
out, battered and bruised, and tells them that 


his new name is SCP-2422-D, and he will act 
as police officer. If any of us ever cause 
‘unjoy,' we will answer to him. He shows us the 
inside of Zane's left arm, practically holds it to 
each of our noses. It's riddled with puncture 
wounds that look like bug bites. Some of them 
are kind of swollen. One is a little green. He 
says he emptied his stash on the kid; even he 
doesn't know the full extent of his powers. He 
says he knows it won't mean anything to us, 
we don't remember our ‘conditioning’ at all, but 
he wants to give us fair warning. Then he ties 
Zane up and leaves. 


Dr. Welsch: Are those 2422-D's scars? 


SCP-2422-C: Yes. After he left, we asked 
Zane if he was okay, but he didn't respond. 
We asked him more and more different 
questions, but he didn't say anything. Zane 
was gone. Abe had succeeded on one of us. 
That night, | actually fell asleep. When | woke 
up, we were on the side of the road with two 
envelopes: one addressed to us, and one 
addressed to the Foundation. The one 
addressed to us gave us directions here, to 
Site-17. We began walking. 


Dr. Welsch: And you made it here. 


SCP-2422-C: There's more. -D always fell 
asleep first. We all walked all day, but he was 
still twelve, you know? So, after he went to bed 
the first night, we all agreed to fake like Abe's 
hypnosis had worked on us, too, because we 
didn't know what -D was capable of. After that, 
we worked on figuring out what our new 
powers were. Those, we had. He hadn't had to 
hypnotize us to give them to us; he injected us 
with something. None of us liked it. All of us 
were upset and disturbed. None of us could 


talk about it. We hoped something might 
change once we reached this mysterious 
Foundation. We hoped that at the very least 
you would kill us. But hey, look where we are 
now. All doped up and ready to go. 


[SCP-2422-C pauses. ] 


SCP-2422-C: We never talk about Wandering 
Father or our emotions, because -D can't tell 
how we feel about anything unless we talk 
about it. So, we don't. I'm sure you've seen his 
wrath on the cameras. 


Dr. Welsch: He makes them cut out 
sometimes. Only for a few seconds, though. 


SCP-2422-C: That's all the time he needs. 
He's not autistic. He's still in shock. He just 
follows his programming to the letter. 


Dr. Welsch: Are you certain? 


SCP-2422-C: Yes. | promise. Well, | guess | 
can't talk at all around him, now. I've told you 
my whole story, so anything | say will make me 
think of this. Then he'll hurt us all. 


Dr. Welsch: We have amnestics | can offer 
you, to help you forget this interview. 


SCP-2422-C: No. | need to remember that 
someone knows. | need to remember that 
there is hope. Misty is not dead. Neither is 
Cassandra, neither is Dave. We're prisoners of 
Wandering Father and of SCP-2422-D to this 
day. But now, someone can free us. 
Somebody knows.