Description: SCP-2902-1 is, as of January 29, 2008, a 32-year old 
human male of Indian descent named Nandin Chakrabarti. 
SCP-2902-1 is 172 cm tall, 66 kg and when not performing, speaks 
with a moderate Indian accent. SCP-2902-1 is skilled in 
ventriloquism, often using this ability during its performances with 
SCP-2902-2. 


SCP-2902-2 is a male maine coon cat with a grey, mottled fur 
coloration. It is 90 cm long, and weighs 11 kg. SCP-2902-1 refers to 
SCP-2902-2 as "Miles"; SCP-2902-2 is affectionate towards 
SCP-2902-1, and often takes part in its performances. 


Both SCP-2902-1 and 2 possess the ability to have their skeletons 
completely separate from their bodies; the outer skins of both do not 
suffer any muscle, nerve, or organ damage during, or after the 
skeleton's exit.! Both their skins and skeletons retain full mobility, 
however, due to lack of support, the former becomes limp and 
moves in an uncoordinated manner. 


SCP-2902-1 removes its skeleton by bisecting itself vertically or 
horizontally, which it achieves through pulling on its face or stomach 
area, respectively; its body will open in a hinge-like manner 
accompanied by a sound similar to tearing fabric. During the time its 
skeleton exits, there are no visible muscles, blood, or organs in 


appointment to watch a showing of "Repo: The Genetic Opera", with 
Doctors Rights and Kondraki later that evening. | noticed that Dr. 
Gunsther became somewhat perturbed shortly after presenting his 
ticket at the door, and asked me to go on ahead and save his seat 
for him. He arrived shortly after and sat down next to us, although he 
seemed preoccupied and distressed throughout the show. Given the 
subject matter, | believed this to be a normal reaction to the 
grotesqueries on stage. 


Afterward, as Kondraki, Rights, and | discussed retiring to a bar for 
drinks, Doctor Gunsther stated that it was time for him to leave. 
Handing me an envelope and warning me to keep it safe, he 
thanked me for a splendid evening and wished me the best in my 
future endeavours. He then boarded a taxi cab, which sped off 
unusually quickly into the night. Upon opening the envelope, | 
noticed that there were two identical tickets for his seat at the 
musical, one of which transformed into a twenty-dollar bill as we 
approached a trendy bar with a twenty-dollar cover charge. 


Realizing what had happened, | then proceeded rapidly back to the 
place where Dr. Gunsther had boarded the taxi and ran back down 
the street that the taxi had taken, followed closely by my confused 
colleagues. The street, as it turned out, was an alleyway that ended 
in a brick wall fifty feet from the street. No trace of Dr. Gunsther has 
been seen since that time. 


It is my belief that SCP-342 took the form of Dr. Gunsther's ticket to 
the musical, redeemed itself at the door, and thus doomed him to 
the same fate as its prior victims. Dr. Gunsther, upon opening his 
wallet to purchase a beverage, realized what had happened and 
returned to the front door to recover SCP-342. Given the SCP's prior 
murderous history, he must have made the decision not to inform us 
of the incident, keeping us safely ignorant for the time being. 


When | think of the amount of mental fortitude it must have required 
to remain calm during the musical, knowing his inevitable fate, | am 
struck with a sense of loss at the passing of an inestimably valuable 
asset to the Foundation. For this reason, | am requesting that this 
file be permanently sealed and no further experiments be carried out 
on this item. 


SCP-2902-1; instead, only solid black space fills its inner body. After 
its skeleton exits completely, SCP-2902-1's skin will re-close. 
SCP-2902-1 can speak through both its skin and skeleton, though 
only one at a time; SCP-2902-1 often alternates between the two 
while speaking for dramatic effect. 


Instead of opening its skin, SCP-2902-2's skeleton appears to phase 
and rise through its upper back. Unlike SCP-2902-1, SCP-2902-2 is 
able to control both bodies simultaneously. Of note is that 
SCP-2902-2 lacks three vertebrae near the middle of its back; this 
does not appear to have any detrimental effect on SCP-2902-2's 
bodily functions. 


SCP-2902-1 claims that it and SCP-2902-2 came from the GOI 
Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting, but were separated from 
the organization after SCP-2902-2 became ill during a performance. 
Against its colleagues’ suggestions, SCP-2902-1 tried to take 
SCP-2902-2 to a medical clinic several kilometers away from the 
circus grounds; the group left the grounds while both were still away. 
Subjects were discovered in San Francisco, California, USA as 
street performers, and subsequently taken into Foundation custody. 
Since its containment, SCP-2902-1 has been generally friendly to 
personnel, expressing an interest in entertaining them with its 
abilities until "The Circus comes back to pick me up". 


+ Interview SCP-2902-1, March 27, 2004 
Interviewed: SCP-2902-1 
Interviewer: Researcher Lucy Chang 


Foreword: Interview conducted to learn 
information about SCP-2902-1 and 2's 
abilities. SCP-2902-1 and 2 have been in 
containment for 12 days. 


<Begin Log, 1050> 


SCP-2902-1: Hello, miss! How are you doing 
this morning? 


Chang: Good morning, SCP-2902-1. I'm Lucy 
Chang. Would you mind answering a few 
questions right now? 


SCP-2902-1: Of course, of course, nota 
problem at all, miss. But first, let me ask you 
something! Would you like to see Nandin the 
Human Skeleton Closet and Miles the Bonecat 
put on a show for you? | assure you, it will be 
great, like nothing you've ever seen before! 


(SCP-2902-2 walks up to Researcher Chang 
before sitting and tilting its head.) 


Chang: We might actually have room for that 
once we're finished here; it will let us have a 
firsthand look into what you can do. 


SCP-2902-1: All right, Ms. Chang. Ask away, 
please! 


(SCP-2902-2 separates, its skeleton walking 
away from Researcher Chang while its skin 
rolls behind it; it does not return until the end of 
the interview.) 


Chang: How long have you had your abilities? 


SCP-2902-1: [Laughs] Well, Ms. Chang, that is 
a very long story. | will try to keep it as short as 
I can. 


Chang: | can listen. 


SCP-2902-1: [Laughs again.] Ms. Chang, you 
are very kind. Let me begin the tale of Nandin 
Chakrabarti, a poor boy from a poor family, 
whose life was forever meant to be different. 


(SCP-2902-1 stands up and raises arms 
above head. Throughout the recount, 
SCP-2902-1 continuously pantomimes/ 


gesticulates as it speaks.) 


I've been able to do what | can do since | was 
a baby. At least, that's what my Uncle told me; 
he said my mother was horrified at my birth. | 
do not know if that was true. Uncle Rakesh 
was a greedy man, and he often lied to me as 
a child to try and keep me with him; he liked to 
make money by showing people my talents. 


(At this point, SCP-2902-1 pulls on its face, 
releasing its skeleton. Skeleton bends over to 
pick up SCP-2902-1's skin, and proceeds to 
dangle and move it in a fashion similar to a 
marionette.) 


[Through skeleton, in a rougher, hearty voice] 
Hello, friends! Come see my nephew, Nandin 
the Bony Boy! [In normal voice, speaking 
through skin] Oh, how | hated that name. 
[Returns to skeleton.] Watch him leap out of 
his skin and dance for you! Hahahaha! 
[Guffaws] [Switches to skin.]| had to be with 
him for eleven years. It was such a terrible 
time. 


Chang: You said your mother was frightened 
by you when you were born? 


SCP-2902-1: [Skeleton, dramatically.] That is 
correct! (Skeleton flings skin away; skin falls 
down similar to a parachute.) | was born, like 
this. (SCP-2902-1 lies down on the floor in a 
fetal position, and moves by shuffling its feet.) 
Exactly like this! (Skeleton gestures to itself.) 


Chang: You were born... as a skeleton? 


SCP-2902-1: Well — (Skeleton stands up 
again and dusts itself off.) Bones first! 
(Skeleton ceases movement, freezing in an 


upright position.) 


(Skin of SCP-2902-1 rolls towards skeleton 
and stops beneath its feet.) | came second! 


Chang: /Pause.] Your bones and skin were 
birthed separately? 


SCP-2902-1: Exactly! (Repeats twice, one 
through skin, one through skeleton; 
SCP-2902-1's skeleton proceeds to put skin 
back on itself similar to putting on a jacket.) 
You can imagine the shock my mother felt 
when she saw a pile of baby bones. Even after 
| came together and started crying, she 
couldn't look at me. | don't know where my 
mother or father are now. Uncle Rakesh told 
me they gave me to him after a week. 


Chang: | see... Does it cause you any 
discomfort when you... separate? 


SCP-2902-1: [Pauses and looks upwards 
before shaking its head.] No, it never did. 
Uncomfortable sometimes. | had to get used to 
switching around. It was strange having my 
mind bounce back and forth for a while. Not 
anymore, though, I'm well past any difficulties. 


Chang: /Pause.] Very well then, SCP-2902-1. 
How did you come across SCP-2902-2? 


SCP-2902-1: /Smiles.] Oh, Miles is a very 
special friend to me! He was a normal cat for 
many years, before he could do his little tricks. 
But that's a story for another day! 


Chang: All right. | think that's it for today. 
Thank you for your cooperation, SCP-2902-1. 


SCP-2902-1: A pleasure, a pleasure, Ms. 


Chang! Please, feel free to bring some of your 
friends next time! | love having an audience! 
(SCP-2902-1 pulls on its stomach, releasing its 
skeleton once more. Both the skin and the 
skeleton bow towards Researcher Chang as 
she leaves. SCP-2902-2 returns as well, and 
rubs against Researcher Chang's leg while 


purring.) 
<End Log, 1107> 

+ Interview SCP-2902-1, April 9, 2004 
Interviewed: SCP-2902-1 
Interviewer: Researcher Lucy Chang 


Foreword: Interview conducted to learn 
information about SCP-2902-1 and 2's origins. 


<Begin Log, 1410> 
Chang: Good afternoon, SCP-2902-1. 


SCP-2902-1: | see you are formal as ever, Ms. 
Chang! Ah, | suppose it cannot be helped. You 
are a scientist! Dedicated to researching things 
like — like me! 


Chang: | wouldn't call yourself a — 


SCP-2902-1: Please, Ms. Chang. | know | am 
not normal. | Know Miles isn't normal! When 
you're in the Circus, you are praised for being 
not normal! But it's not a bad thing! 


Chang: /[Pause.] Have you been comfortable 
being here these past few weeks, 
SCP-2902-1? 


SCP-2902-1: Well, | cannot find anything to 
complain about, if that's what you are asking, 


Ms. Chang. | am in an... adequate room, and | 
am with Miles. | think of you people like my 
doctors; you take me in, and try to make me 
feel better. | don't think you can cure whatever 
| have, though. It is a very strange condition. 
(SCP-2902-1 separates, its skeleton 
scratching and tilting its head in puzzlement, 
before rejoining.) 


Chang: Let's talk about how you arrived at the 
Circus of Disquieting. How did you become 
part of the organization to begin with? 


SCP-2902-1: Hmmm... | was [Pauses.] ten, 
maybe eleven. | was sick of my Uncle. | tried 
to run away many times. Many, many times. 
But Uncle was rich, and he had lots of people 
to catch me and bring me back; he would beat 
me every time | returned. | was miserable, until 
| found Miles. 


Chang: Miles? SCP-2902-2? 


SCP-2902-1: Yes and...no. It was a 
[SCP-2902-1 appears uncomfortable.] different 
Miles, of sorts. | found him during my last 
recent escape, in the bushes lining the street 
outside Uncle's house. He was still a kitten, 
then. Very spotty, like a jaguar. He was 
friendly, and kept following me as | tried to get 
away. 


(At this point, SCP-2902-2's skeleton jumps 
onto SCP-2902-1's lap. SCP-2902-1 pats 
SCP-2902-2's head and laughs.) 


Chang: But you were caught again? 


SCP-2902-1: Yes, | was. (SCP-2902-1 places 
SCP-2902-2 back on the floor.) | hid Miles in 
my pack before Uncle's men saw me. When 


they took me back, | hid the bag in my closet 
before Uncle beat me again. | remember the 
only thing | was thinking of as he punched me 
was hoping that Miles wouldn't make any 
noise. 


After Uncle left, | took Miles out, and he began 
to lick my bruises. | loved him. | tried to get him 
to leave the house, because | was afraid Uncle 
would find him and kill him. But every night, he 
would come back through the window and fall 
asleep with me. Nearly three months went by, 
and | was happier than | had ever been before. 
And during the summer, the Circus finally 
came to my town. 


(SCP-2902-2 mewils loudly. SCP-2902-1 
scratches its chin.) 


Chang: How did you react when you saw it? 
Did it interest you? 


SCP-2902-1: Oh, you have no idea. | could 
hear the music, smell all the food. | decided | 
would try once more to escape my Uncle, 
while the Circus was still there. Miles found 
me. He must have been a very smart cat. 
There was so much to see, so many strange 
things. 


(SCP-2902-2 separates, both bodies 
continuously circling around the table.) 


Chang: Did you meet any other people like 
yourself there? 


SCP-2902-1: | didn't speak to any one at first. | 
was in awe. But yes, | saw many people with 
strange things about them. There was a man 
who was on fire all the time, but he didn't 
scream or burn, just walked and danced like a 


normal person. There was a man with a huge 
mouth. | thought he was funny; he looked like 
a frog and he kept eating everything! 


Chang: How did you end up joining them? 


SCP-2902-1: /Pause.] | — | didn't join them 
right away. My uncle found me again. He 
drove up to me in his car and grabbed me by 
the arm. He kept shouting at me, and lots of 
people began to circle around us. And then— 
Miles tried to help me. He was such a brave 
cat. But Uncle pulled him off, and threw me in 
the car. And then he — [SCP-2902-1's moans 
and doesn't complete sentence. ] 


(Silence for approximately 20 seconds. 
SCP-2902-2 jumps into SCP-2902-1's lap 
again and begins to purr.) 


| spent all night in my room, just crying to 
myself. Uncle locked my door, and put more 
bars on my window. Sometimes, my bones 
would cry, sometimes my skin would cry. | — | 
tried to smother my skin beneath the bed, but 
my bones pulled me out. | fell asleep. When | 
woke up again it was still night, and there was 
a girl in my room. 


Chang: A girl? 


SCP-2902-1: Yes. She was very pretty. | 
thought she had lots of flowers in her hair, but 
when she picked one off and gave it to me, 
she made a face like it hurt, and | realized the 
flowers were her hair. 


Chang: What did she do after? 


SCP-2902-1: She told me she was sorry about 
Miles, that she saw what had happened. She 


asked me if | wanted to leave, and of course | 
said yes. So she took my hand, and the 
flowers in her head grew bigger and started to 
glow. The one in my hand did too. The flowers 
and leaves pushed the bars out and we began 
to fly out. Her flowers lifted us up into the air, 
into the night. We flew back to the Circus, and 
| knew a would have a new life, finally; | would 
be happy for years to come. 


<End Log, 1425> 

+ Interview SCP-2902-1, June 1, 2004 
Interviewed: SCP-2902-1 
Interviewer: Researcher Lucy Chang 


Foreword: Interview conducted to learn 
information about SCP-2902. 


<Begin Log, 1020> 
Chang: Good morning, SCP-2902-1. 


SCP-2902-1: Hello, Ms. Chang. How have you 
been? 


Chang: I've been well. | assume you know 
why I'm here? 


SCP-2902-1: Yes, yes. Here to ask me more 
questions. What is the topic of the day this 
time? 


Chang: I'd like to talk about SCP-2902-2 
today. 


SCP-2902-1: Ah, and so we arrive at part two 
of Nandin Chakrabarti and Miles the Bonecat! 
Miles! (SCP-2902-1 calls to SCP-2902-2. 
SCP-2902-2 walks forward.) We have a 


special person to entertain today, Miles. Put on 
your best act for her! (SCP-2902-2 mews.)