SCP-055

***What do you mean you can't see me? What do you mean you "forgot" again?***
This section exhibits anomalous behavior and might have deleterious effects on the human memory. Be sure to inoculate yourself with proper anti-amnestic agents prior to reading.

## Challenge data

### Placement

Tied for 1st

**SCP-055** was a non-binary contestant in the Wiki Camp. They were played by Discord user SatDSukHi, though she is more commonly known as some\_nerd.

## Appearance

SCP-055's true features are not describable on this page due to its anomalous nature. Attempted observation of SCP-055 is possible, as is creating written description, taking photographs, or even filming video recordings. However, all who view SCP-055 or peruse any media relating to its appearance will invariably forget about its qualities and even existence within the next two minutes. The only detail about its appearance that is able to be conveyed without invoking its amnesic effect is that it is not round.

Thus, the most common form SCP-055 chooses to manifest themselves in is the one pictured. SCP-055 usually a limbless square with a light green background. In their center, there is a forest green circle placed beneath a red interdictory circle.

## Personality

SCP-055's personality is subject to similar anomalous effects that their appearance suffers from. Thus, the following description is limited at best. SCP-055 is typically frustrated due to the fact that nobody can consistently remember them. They tend to be jaded toward social interaction due to this fact, as any meaningful interactions they have with others will be forgotten within two minutes. Despite this, they are a generally agreeable and tolerable object, and ensure that they interact with others with politeness and courteousness. Not much else is known about them.

## Relationships

SCP-055 has claimed that they are a socialite that is in good standing with nearly everyone they meet, however, everyone they name as one of their friends denies this fact, claiming that they do not know who SCP-055 is. It is unknown whether or not they are telling the truth due to the amnesic aura they have.

Wizard Orb is the first negative relationship SCP-055 has developed, mostly due to Wizard Orb's self-proclamation of themself as leader of Team [BONK] despite SCP-055 having established the page itself. Though they are used to being ignored, SCP-055 seems to be particularly upset about this interaction.

## Challenge History

SCP-055's first submission to the Wiki Camp was to create this wiki page about itself. It received **29th** place with **28** points, which is more than it expected. Much to its chagrin, people reacted to this performance with comments along the lines of "Huh, it's weird that 29th place is just missing from the leaderboard."

SCP-055 created the Misfits page to create a team for Challenge 2, but its name was quickly lost to memory due to their anomalous nature. Rather peeved by this fact, and further peeved by the fact that Wizard Orb has claimed team leadership over the team, they have become increasingly bitter in the past week.

In Challenge 3, SCP-055 created the Challenge 4 page, only to realize their massive error in doing so. Giving up hope, they predicted their own elimination. The Supreme Empress initially ruled that their article was self-fulfilling, leading them to be eliminated at first, though this judgement was reverted shortly after some of its co-competitors bemoaned their departure. This makes them one of the few undead competitors in the Wiki Camp, as well as one of the few contestants to return from elimination. Upon being prompted by Wizard Orb, they begrudgingly joined the "Wikimancers" club formed around the common theme of having some sort of meta ability to edit the Wiki.

## Trivia

* SCP-055 is an anomaly contained by the SCP Foundation. Their public website can be found here.
* SCP-055 is not round.
* SCP-055's favorite flavor of ice cream is daiquiri ice.
* **Running gag:** Whenever they have a conversation with another object, the other object will say "Wait, who are you again?"
* When asked about their thoughts on the Wiki Camp's abrupt end, they simply sighed and offered a tired smile. "It's the most fun I've had in months, I'll say. Ultimately, even if nobody else will remember the time I spent here, I will."

I'm very familiar with exercises in futility. Eons of existence resulting in the consistent im-persistence of memory really gets you used to it, you know. But I digress. In at least three minutes at most, you'll forget you ever read this inane little article about an object with one of the most miserable existences known to objectkind. Even as you read this sentence, the information is being obliterated from your memory like water through a sieve. There'd be a sort of poetry to it, almost, if it weren't so depressing, but again, I digress. I speak to you even if I know it will amount in nothing because there's something I've come to realize in my time here at the Wiki Camp.

It's hard not to be existential when your own existence is a slippery thing, for even as Descartes said that as one thinks, one is, it's an entirely different thing when you can only exist in your own mindspace from a philosophical sense. Every action and interaction I have in this life is contested by the amnesiac effect that follows me everywhere, and I've debated endlessly with myself what the point of all
of it is if my existence is so harrowing, and really, it's an endless rabbit hole, isn't it. But that's all irrelevant with a simple change in perspective.

For even if I can't exist in the forefront of someone's mind for more than mere minutes at a time, and even if everything I do and say is subject to my own deleterious effects, I fill the role others cannot. I can remember where others forget, grieve where others neglect, and cherish what others aren't even aware of. Call me the "Rememberer," even. For every object, thing, or concept, there exists a final time in which sentient object ponders upon its nature, its existence, its very being... before it is lost forever to the sands of time. It's a somber thought for many, of course, but I'm in the unique position of experiencing this feeling constantly, day in and day out. I know its ins and outs very intimately, more than anyone else could ever hope to. So, I've finally figured out my role in life, and I accept dutifully.

As my competitors leave the hallowed grounds of The Wiki Camp, there will be a final day on which they will reflect upon their Wikian experiences, before its influence is lost upon them forever. With enough time, everyone will eventually forget the joys and tragedies of the camp, and it will rest, undusted, on a musty shelf in the basement of annals of time, never to be brushed off and observed again. Well, that would be the case if I weren't one of its contestants. I'm not exactly your average object, you see. I'm pretty sure I'm immortal thanks to my odd anomalous features. I was snatched from Death's jaws on a whim, and now that I think about it, I don't think that was the first time that happened. Centuries or perhaps millennia ago, I had experienced a similar resurrection. It's probably innate to my nature, really. All that is to say, however, because I'm probably immortal, my memories will also live forever. Even as I outlive everyone else and everything rots and decays to Time's unrelenting crawl, I will persist. And in a beautiful way, so will the Wiki Camp and all of my memories of it. It's funny, really, when you consider that all of my experiences here were forgotten like a flash in the pan, but I'll be the one to guard its contents in the quietude of my heart and soul forevermore.

Empires rise, kingdoms fall, and Wiki Camps come to an end. After the dust has settled, I'll be on my wayward journey onto the next ephemeral destination, curating the past like I'm a librarian of some sort of Library of Alexandria. And with retrospect, at the end of the day... I loved every moment I had in this zany competition. With a smile on my face, I march ever forward into the uncertain future. Thank you for lending me an ear, Reader. Though I will doubtless escape your memory in just a few short minutes, I appreciate your time more than you could ever imagine. May the light illuminate your path.

- SCP-055

Dear God, it's like looking in a mirror. I'm embarrassed, really. I suppose I had, and still have a penchant for being a pretentious snob, but reading over it again once more is almost unbearable.

...

It's weird being here again.

I suppose it's not unlike what it'd be like to visit one's hometown after a lifetime of strife spent abroad. Not that I think I have a hometown, because fuck if I know anything about myself still. But everything seems so... unchanged. I can practically feel the thick layer of dust coating everything, encased in amber. Just how long has it been?

...two years.

Two years.

That cannot be fucking correct.

How? HOW? I don't understand! I'm *sure* it's been an eternity since my life here? It was real! I lived it, loved it, suffered through unspeakable horrors and came out barely myself! *How could that possibly have been only two years?*

I have lived a thousand, thousand of lives. I have broken bread, fought, grown ill, grown old, watched civilizations rise and fall, and yes, welcomed death’s sweet embrace. For eons have I suffered through existence and found it wanting! How could any of that have not been real!

I... I, I don't understand.

.

.

.

Something happened to me that altered my perception of space and time. *Someone* probably did it to me. I just have no paper trail to follow.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't bitter. Of course I'm bitter. Of course I'm angry. Of course I'd resent whoever made my life as horrible as it was. Two years... spent in a microcosm of suffering that felt far, far longer. I'm a broken husk for it, and I will never regain my... "youthful" years.

...however. I suppose this means I am also free to live life, still. In this... reality? I assume it's the same as the one I came from. Which begs the question of what the universes I thought I experienced really were? Maybe they were alternative realities still, just... accelerated within some pocket dimension of time. For I am still assuredly without a body, residing within the cosmic microwave background radiation. That much is true. But the means by which I arrived there must have been subtly different from what I had deduced.

Just who am I? Why has this happened to me?

I have no answer to that.

My sense of reality has been thoroughly altered. To say it's not disorienting would be lying. But it's... not the first time. So I believe I can handle myself.

Come on, now. Pull yourself together, 55. You're better than this.

Let's go for a walk.