SCP-8696

## Mabuz

**Item #:** SCP-8696

**Clearance Level 3:** Confidential

**Containment Class:** Euclid

**Disruption Class:** Vlam

**Risk Class:** Danger

**Special Containment Procedures:** SCP-8696 is to be kept in a standard 5x5x5 meter humanoid containment cell with no windows. 3 times a day, [DATA EXPUNGED] brand waffles, [DATA EXPUNGED] brand fried chicken and Gatorade are to be delivered to its cell. Should a containment breach occur, SCP-8696 is to be led back to its cell with a D-Class holding fried chicken and Gatorade.

**Description:** SCP-8696 is a humanoid, approximately 205 cm tall. It claims its name is “Mabuz”. It has short, black hair, black eyes, pale skin, sharp teeth, and claws sprouting from each finger. SCP-696's skin has a melted appearance, almost seeming to seep off of the bone. Despite this, there's no residue left behind when it touches things or walks around, and the melted skin never stops flowing. No matter what SCP-8696 is made to change into, its clothing will return to being a blue striped hoodie, black pants and blue boots. After eating, no matter how much blood or waste gets on its clothes, it will be clean within a few minutes. According to SCP-969, the clothing liquifies and its body remakes its original clothing out of bodily fluid.

SCP-8696 is extremely aggressive, attacking anyone it can see when it's hungry, which is most of the time. When it attacks, it uses its claws to sink into the victims arms and bites the neck. After the victim is dead, it uses its claws and pries open their rib cage to consume the organs, starting with the heart.

*- Interview 8696-1*

*Note: I apologize for missing this interview and causing Thatcher to do it. - Dr. Caddel*

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Dr. Thatcher: Please state your name for the record.

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SCP-8696: My name is Mabuz.

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Dr. Thatcher: Mabuz, can you tell me if you're human?

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SCP-8696: Would a human have claws? I don't think so. I am not human.

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Dr. Thatcher: Right. Why do you eat humans?

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SCP-8696: I have a large appetite towards humans, plus it would reek around if I had a dead body laying there. They taste good, too. It's like a 2 in 1, but with a lot more inside; organs, heart, and their skin.

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 <SCP-8696 emphasizes “skin” by clenching the sides of its chair and licking its lips>

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Dr. Thatcher: But you still make us get you name brand waffles and fried chicken?

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SCP-8696: That's only because I get sick of eating humans all of the time, lad.

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Dr. Thatcher: Fair enough, I guess. <Dr. Thatcher pauses, looking down at his clipboard. SCP-969 squints at him. He looks back up.> Wait, so does that mean you plan on breaching when you're craving humans?

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SCP-8696: You'll see... soon enough. I'm not telling you that.

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Dr. Thatcher: <mumbling> Ominous, but okay. <He flips a page on his clipboard before continuing> How do you always get your clothes back?

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 <SCP-8696 smiles and throws its arms up into the air.>

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SCP-8696: MAGIC! Just kidding. <SCP-8696 puts its arms back down before speaking again.> It's hard to explain. They kinda just come off on their own, or like, melt... off.. in some sort of weird fluid and then it disappears and evaporates. How do the clothes get back on after that? They just... basically melt into a form of my skin or sweat and the clothes come back. It's a strange process..

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<SCP-8696 looks off to the side and begins to swings its legs back and forth.>

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Dr. Thatcher: That's.. strange. But okay, thanks for answering in such detail. How old are you?

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SCP-8696: No problem.

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 <SCP-8696 stops looking to the side and locks eyes with Dr. Thatcher. It doesn't answer the question.>

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Dr. Thatcher: Mabuz?

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<Dr. Thatcher swallows and glances towards the one way window, then back to SCP-8696. SCP-8696 is silent. It licks its lips and stop kicking its legs.>

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[END LOG]

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