SCP-2284: Absolutely not. | can't imagine what 
kind of sly trickster would even attempt such a feat. 


D-22841: Alright. Let's see. Are you aware of your 
anomalous properties? 


SCP-2284: Anomalous properties? 


D-22841: Magic stuff, basically. Um. It says you 
can convince anyone of anything you say. 


SCP-2284: How would they know, if anyone | 
speak to is affected? 


D-22841: Read transcripts, | guess. Which is what 
I'm here for. 


SCP-2284: They think of everything, don't they? | 
don't think I'll be able to outwit these people. By 
that logic, any response | give to you is worthless 
to you? 


D-22841: Yeah. But the doctors will know what's 
really up. 


SCP-2284: Why don't | try circumventing that little 
issue, then? Would | be sitting here calm and 
collected if | didn't belong here? 


D-22841: Wouldn't that still just be you trying to 
convince me of something? 


SCP-2284: But did | actually tell you anything, or 
simply ask you a question? You're still able to 
question this conversation [Speech to text program 
was unable to give punctuation to this dialogue.] 


D-22841: Was that a question? 
(SCP-2284 smiles) 


SCP-2284: That's a good question isn't it [Speech 
to text program was unable to give punctuation to 
this dialogue.] 


("That's a good question, isn't it?" or "That's a good 
question. Isn't it?” Fuck | don't know doc) 


SCP-2284: Are there other questions? 


D-22841: Can you tell me about the other Little 
Misters? 


SCP-2284: Who do you have so far? 


D-22841: Stripes, obviously. One second. 
Chameleon. Lost. Brass, Moon, and Forgettul. 


SCP-2284: I'm sure Lost makes your jobs really 
easy. Where did you find Brass? 


D-22841: Let's see. Church of the Broken God. 


SCP-2284: Did they think he was part of their god? 
Man, they could not be further from the truth. 


D-22841: What about the others? You seemed 
concerned about Mister Stripes earlier. 


SCP-2284: How could | not be? Don't brothers 
have to stick together? 


D-22841: Aren't all of you sort of siblings? | think | 
remember reading that in a briefing dossier. 


SCP-2284: Yeah. Sure. Totally keen on the idea of 
being brothers with a corpse with a key in its back. 
Did you know | don't always know exactly what's 
going to come out of my mouth? Do | operate on 


some kind of universal truth rather than what | 
understand to be the right answer? Would you 
believe that | once said Stripes wasn't my brother? 
He isn't my brother! He's definitely not my 
biological sibling. So why doesn't he seem to 
realize that we're actual twins, truly blood related? 
Do you think he just sees me as one of nineteen 
siblings? 


D-22841: Didn't you just— You know what, let's 
just move on. What can you tell us about Doctor 
Wondertainment? 


SCP-2284: His name is Isiah Crawford, and— 
(Confused,) Wait, how did | say that? What did | 
tell you just now? 


D-22841: That his name is Isiah Crawford. 


SCP-2284: (Speaking to itself,) That is his name, 
though... The man known as Doctor 
Wondertainment has always been Doctor 
Wondertainment. Is that the game? Doctor 
Wondertainment was never Isiah Crawford. Doctor 
Wondertainment is just the name of a company. 
Doctor Wondertainment is a male human. What 
the fuck did the old man do? 


(I can hear what he's muttering, but I'm not sure 
what he means. I'm getting a really bad migraine 
as he talks) 


D-22841: What are you talking about? 


SCP-2284: Are you familiar with Doctor 
Wondertainment? Do you think that name is 
referring to a specific person, or the company? 


D-22841: Both. You just said that. Doctor 
Wondertainment is a male human named Isiah 
Crawford who is just a company that was never 


Isiah Crawford [Speech to text program was 
unable to give punctuation to this dialogue.] 


SCP-2284: Are you okay? Oh, what am | thinking? 
I'm sure you just got tired of talking, that's all. You 
have no reason to pass out from mental strain. 


SCP-2284: Can someone help him? 


SCP-2284: You're not going to die. Oh fuck | killed 
you, you're going to die because of me. Oh, you're 
not, are you? You have to die at some point, don't 
you? Probably during something like a mass 
termination at the end of the month. Because that 
makes sense. 


SCP-2284: Are you guys coming? Can't you see 
this guy needs help? 


SCP-2284: Oh, what's this paper you were writing 
on? 


SCP-2284: No, just looking. 


(You cannot consciously see any of the text | am 
writing. You feel compelled to follow the 
instructions relevant to you.) 


(If you are a D-Class you need to give this note to 
a researcher.) 


(If you are a researcher without the ability to edit 
the files of SCP-2284, you need to give it to a 
researcher who can.) 


(If you are a researcher capable of editing the files 
of SCP-2284, you need to scan this part of the 
note directly into the transcript without rewriting it 
yourself. You feel like you should conduct an 
unscheduled, unmonitored interview with 
SCP-2284 when possible. You need to bring a 
second recording device in addition to the typical 


interview recording devices.) 


Upon containment, SCP-2284 was carrying a document similar to 


the print on the obverse side of SCP-2148-1. 


Wow! You've just found yourself your very own Little 


Mister, a limited edition collection from Dr. 
Wondertainment! 


Find them all and become Mr. Collector!! 


01. Mr. Chameleon 

02. Mr. Headless 

03. Mr. Laugh 

04. Mr. Forgettul 

05. Mr. Shapey 

06. Mr. Soap 

07. Mr. Hungry 

08. Mr. Brass 

09. Mr. Hot 

10. Ms. Sweetie 

11. Mr. Life and Mr. Death 
12. Mr. Fish 

13. Mr. Moon 

14. Mr. Redd (discontinued) 
15. Mr. Money 

16. Mr. Lost 

17. Mr. LieY 

18. Mr. Mad 

19. Mr. Scary 

20. Mr. Stripes 


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++ To access this document, you must first listen to the 


audio included below in full 


module Audio=*/local/bullshit .mp3 

[[module Password=hahahaha|case=insensitive]] 

“Item #:** SCP-2284 

“Object Class:** Euclid 

“Special Containment Procedures:** SCP-2284 is to be 
held within a standard humanoid containment chamber 
within Hall of Site- adjacent to the cell of SCP-2148. 
SCP-2284 is to remain on the same meal and fitness 
schedule as SCP-2148, and action is not to be taken when 
the two interact. On the seventeenth of every month, 
Doctor Everett Mann is to interview SCP-2148. 
“Description:** SCP-2284 is a male humanoid of Indian 
descent, and is the identical brother of SCP-2148. The 
words "Mr. Lie, from Little Misters ® by Dr. 
Wondertainment" are tattooed upon SCP-2284's left bicep. 
All declarations and statements made by SCP-2284 are 
objectively true. 

SCP-2284 is physically incapable of making false 
statements. 

Testing has revealed that its inability to make false 
statements apply to its writing. 

There is nothing abnormal about the document recovered 
from SCP-2284, and it has been confirmed SCP-2284 had 
never been in a Foundation facility prior to its containment. 
[[div style="display: inline-block; border-radius: 10px; 
border:dashed 1px #444444; background:#F5F5F5; 
float:top; width:96.5%; padding:10px"]] 

D-22841: Hey. | gotta read you these questions and write 
how react. They have it set up so a computer will type out 
everything we say. That alright? 

SCP-2284: Why wouldn't it be? 

D-22841: Right. So. How are you today, 2284? 
SCP-2284: Couldn't be better. How are you? 

D-22841: Eh, could be better. 

[Both laugh] 

D-22841: Right, so first thing. In 1995 there was an incident 
featuring SCP-2148, and— 

SCP-2284: What's that? 

D-22841: Um. One sec, let me double check the number. 
Ah, right. Blindfolded guy, calls himself Mister Stripes. 


(SCP-2284 sits up) 

SCP-2284: (Speaks urgently,) What happened to Stripes? 
D-22841: Nothing to him, more that he did something. | 
think. Or the doctors think, | guess. This black bar showed 
up on the cameras for a while, and then at the end he had 
this photo. Later, when they looked at his Little Misters list, 
your name was blacked out. 

(SCP-2284 becomes progressively more relaxed during 
explanation) 

SCP-2284: (Relieved?) Oh, is that all? Stripes himself is 
alright? 

D-22841: So far as | know. You didn't have anything to do 
with that? 

SCP-2284: Absolutely not. | can't imagine what kind of sly 
trickster would even attempt such a feat. 

D-22841: Alright. Let's see. Are you aware of your 
anomalous properties? 

SCP-2284: Anomalous properties? 

D-22841: Magic stuff, basically. Um. It says you can 
convince anyone of anything you say. 

SCP-2284: How would they know, if anyone | speak to is 
affected? 

D-22841: Read transcripts, | guess. Which is what I'm here 
for. 

SCP-2284: They think of everything, don't they? | don't 
think I'll be able to outwit these people. By that logic, any 
response | give to you is worthless to you? 

D-22841: Yeah. But the doctors will Know what's really up. 
SCP-2284: Why don't | try circumventing that little issue, 
then? Would | be sitting here calm and collected if | didn't 
belong here? 

D-22841: Wouldn't that still just be you trying to convince 
me of something? 

SCP-2284: But did | actually tell you anything, or simply ask 
you a question? You're still able to question this 
conversation [Speech to text program was unable to give 
punctuation to this dialogue.] 

D-22841: Was that a question? 

(SCP-2284 smiles) 

SCP-2284: That's a good question isn't it [Speech to text 


program was unable to give punctuation to this dialogue.] 
("That's a good question, isn't it?" or "That's a good 
question. Isn't it?" Fuck | don't know doc) 

SCP-2284: Are there other questions? 

D-22841: Can you tell me about the other Little Misters? 
SCP-2284: Who do you have so far? 

D-22841: Stripes, obviously. One second. Chameleon. 
Lost. Brass, Moon, and Forgettul. 

SCP-2284: I'm sure Lost makes your jobs really easy. 
Where did you find Brass? 

D-22841: Let's see. Church of the Broken God. 
SCP-2284: Did they think he was part of their god? Man, 
they could not be further from the truth. 

D-22841: What about the others? You seemed concerned 
about Mister Stripes earlier. 

SCP-2284: How could | not be? Don't brothers have to stick 
together? 

D-22841: Aren't all of you sort of siblings? | think | 
remember reading that in a briefing dossier. 

SCP-2284: Yeah. Sure. Totally keen on the idea of being 
brothers with a corpse with a key in its back. Did you know | 
don't always know exactly what's going to come out of my 
mouth? Do | operate on some kind of universal truth rather 
than what | understand to be the right answer? Would you 
believe that | once said Stripes wasn't my brother? He isn't 
my brother! He's definitely not my biological sibling. So why 
doesn't he seem to realize that we're actual twins, truly 
blood related? Do you think he just sees me as one of 
nineteen siblings? 

D-22841: Didn't you just— You know what, let's just move 
on. What can you tell us about Doctor Wondertainment? 
SCP-2284: His name is Isiah Crawford, and— (Confused, ) 
Wait, how did | say that? What did | tell you just now? 
D-22841: That his name is Isiah Crawford. 

SCP-2284: (Speaking to itself,) That is his name, though... 
The man known as Doctor Wondertainment has always 
been Doctor Wondertainment. Is that the game? Doctor 
Wondertainment was never Isiah Crawford. Doctor 
Wondertainment is just the name of a company. Doctor 
Wondertainment is a male human. What the fuck did the 


Money entered: 500 yen 

SCP-261 Powered or Unpowered: Powered 

Item description: Hazelnut Glosette — A package of approximately 
12 small hazelnuts covered in chocolate. Packaging in German. 
DNA matched that of Iranian Corylus avellana strains. The Hershey 
Company does not manufacture this product. 


Money entered: 500 yen 

SCP-261 Powered or Unpowered: Unpowered 

Item description: Caramelized tarantula spider — A hairy spider 13 
inches in legspan covered in hard caramel. Item was not consumed. 
Identified as an unrecorded Phoneutria member. Test showed highly 
toxic venom was still present in the glands. Packaging in an 
unknown language. 


Money entered: 500 yen 

SCP-261 Powered or Unpowered: Powered 

Item description: Sculptural candy — A tube containing a bright 
orange PlayDoh-like paste, strongly smelling of citrus. Was 
malleable; gradually hardened into an exceedingly tough material. 
Hardening caused subject's fingers to become trapped. Packaging 
in unidentified language written in Cyrillic. 


Money entered: 500 yen 

SCP-261 Powered or Unpowered: Unpowered 

Item description: Dr. Pepper's Amusing Straw! — A straw, which, 
when looked from on end, contained what appears to be sugar- 
sweetened Dr. Pepper. Straw contained much more liquid than 
physically possible (approximately the volume of a normal Dr. 
Pepper bottle). Packaging in Japanese. 


Money entered: 500 yen 

SCP-261 Powered or Unpowered: Powered 

Item description: Geology Aero — An Aero bar twice as thick as 
the regular, formed of four layers in four different flavors and colors 
of chocolate: dark, orange, mint and white. The Nestlé company 
does not manufacture this product. Packaging in German. 


Money entered: 500 yen 
SCP-261 Powered or Unpowered: Powered 
Item description: Terri's [sic] Chocolate Pumpkin — A pumpkin- 


old man do? 

(I can hear what he's muttering, but I'm not sure what he 
means. I'm getting a really bad migraine as he talks) 
D-22841: What are you talking about? 

SCP-2284: Are you familiar with Doctor Wondertainment? 
Do you think that name is referring to a specific person, or 
the company? 

D-22841: Both. You just said that. Doctor Wondertainment 
is a male human named Isiah Crawford who is just a 
company that was never Isiah Crawford [Speech to text 
program was unable to give punctuation to this dialogue.] 
SCP-2284: Are you okay? Oh, what am | thinking? I'm sure 
you just got tired of talking, that's all. You have no reason to 
pass out from mental strain. 

SCP-2284: Can someone help him? 

SCP-2284: You're not going to die. Oh fuck | killed you, 
you're going to die because of me. Oh, you're not, are you? 
You have to die at some point, don't you? Probably during 
something like a mass termination at the end of the month. 
Because that makes sense. 

SCP-2284: Are you guys coming? Can't you see this guy 
needs help? 

SCP-2284: Oh, what's this paper you were writing on? 
SCP-2284: No, just looking. 

(You cannot consciously see any of the text | am writing. 
You feel compelled to follow the instructions relevant to 
you.) 

(If you are a D-Class you need to give this note to a 
researcher.) 

(If you are a researcher without the ability to edit the files of 
SCP-2284, you need to give it to a researcher who can.) 

(If you are a researcher capable of editing the files of 
SCP-2284, you need to scan this part of the note directly 
into the transcript without rewriting it yourself. You feel like 
you should conduct an unscheduled, unmonitored interview 
with SCP-2284 when possible. You need to bring a second 
recording device in addition to the typical interview 
recording devices.) 

[[/div]] 

[[module Password=user:EverettMann]]| 


module Audio=*/local/Virr .mp3 

Data partially corrupted. For a partial interview, see [[[*/ 
local--files/virr | here.]]] 

[[/module]] 

Upon containment, SCP-2284 was carrying a document 
similar to Document 909-A. 

> **Wow!** You've just found yourself your very own Little 
Mister, a limited edition collection from Dr. Wondertainment! 
> 

> Find them all and become Mr. Collector!! 

> 

> 01. Mr. Chameleon 

> 02. Mr. Headless 

> 03. Mr. Laugh 

> 04. Mr. Forgettul 

> 05. Mr. Shapey 

> 06. Mr. Soap 

> 07. Mr. Hungry 

> 08. Mr. Brass 

> 09. Mr. Hot 

> 10. Ms. Sweetie 

> 11. Mr. Life and Mr. Death 

> 12. Mr. Fish 

> 13. Mr. Moon 

> 14. Mr. Redd (discontinued) 

> 15. Mr. Money 

> 16. Mr. Lost