Item#: 5469

Level2

Containment Class:
euclid

Secondary Class:
{$secondary-class}

Disruption Class:
vlam

Risk Class:
danger

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Interior of SCP-5469.

Special Containment Procedures: All information relating to the former town of Faraday, Georgia has been successfully expunged from all records. All outside access to the former location of Faraday, Georgia has been restricted under the cover of an ongoing ecological survey.
All personnel actively assigned to SCP-5469 are to clear the immediate area by 14:24 local time. The area immediately surrounding SCP-5469 must remain clear of flammable materials at all times.
Description: SCP-5469 refers to the structure formerly known as "Winnie's Diner" located in the former town of Faraday, Georgia and the various entities that manifest within. Each entity within SCP-5469 has been successfully identified as a former Faraday resident that either worked at or patronized "Winnie's Diner" on the day of December 21st, 1987.
SCP-5469 is trapped in an ongoing causal loop in which the structure itself and every entity within constantly relives December 21st, 1987. While minor events and interactions within the structure have varied, several notable events have occurred without fail on a daily basis. These events are recorded below.

TIME
EVENT

06:00
Former "Winnie's Diner" owner Kyana Jackson manifests in SCP-5469's parking lot and approaches the building. She unlocks the door and enters.

06:25 - 06:34
Several former employees of "Winnie's Diner" manifest in the parking lot and enter the building during this time.

07:00
One of the employees flips the diner's "closed" sign to "open". For the remainder of the day, various entities identical to former Faraday residents enter and exit SCP-5469.

11:47
Former Faraday resident Jason Vasquez proposes to Annelise McCormick. She accepts.

13:13
The kitchen phone rings. Former line cook Gus Gallian stumbles over another wire attempting to answer it. He reaches the phone and calls for former waitress Rebecca Williams. She accepts the call and speaks to an unknown entity for several minutes. She appears to begin crying during this call.

13:54
Carrie Edmundton, one of the waitresses, gathers the other waitresses and whispers something to them. They all scream in celebration.

14:07
Thomas Christian and family celebrate his sixth birthday party in the main dining area. While the family and waitstaff sing "Happy Birthday", Gus Gallian trips once more over the wire and hits his head against the counter.

14:20
A pot of oil on one of the stoves catches fire. This fire is not noticed until 14:22, when Rebecca Williams enters the kitchen. She panics upon seeing the fire and attempts to put it out by pouring water on it. The fire quickly spreads out of control.

14:24
The entire structure is fully engulfed in flame. No entities are seen leaving it.

15:53
The last of the fire is finally extinguished through unknown means.

SCP-5469 will completely reform with no signs of damage at 00:00 every day.
Addendum 5469.1: First modern investigations into SCP-5469
Due to the nature of SCP-5469, it was uncertain for some time what effect direct interaction with the anomaly would have. The advent of unmanned drone technology allowed initial interactions with SCP-5469. Due to the success of these missions the SCP-5469 project leads authorized the first direct human interaction with the anomaly in February of 2019. Two agents from MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") were selected for the investigation. A log of their expedition is recorded below.

Exploration Video Log Transcript
Date: February 16th, 2019
Subject: SCP-5469
Team Lead: Goose
Team Members: Goose, Bluejay

[BEGIN LOG]
Agents Goose and Bluejay enter SCP-5469. They are immediately greeted by Rebecca Williams.
Rebecca: Hey sugar! How ya been? Feel free to take a seat anywhere, I'll be right with ya!
Goose: There's some Georgian hospitality, huh?
Bluejay: Definitely. Seems like a nice date spot.
Both laugh as they set themselves in a booth.
Goose: Nothing too far out of the ordinary yet. Seems like a standard roadside diner. Not super crowded overall.
Bluejay: Pretty sure Faraday wasn't a huge town to begin with. Chances are good that by their standards this IS a crowd.
Rebecca: Sorry for the wait, hun. Haven't seen you two around before! What brings y'all out to Faraday?
Goose: Oh! We're just…on the road. Figured we'd stop for lunch.
Rebecca: Well y'all've picked the right place. Winnie's is the best spot for a quick bite of something to eat. Make sure y'all get a pie before you go, ok? Now what're ya having?
Goose: Uhh…grits is fine for me. Jay?
Bluejay: Uh yeah, I'll just have the biscuits and gravy with a coffee.
Rebecca: Sounds good hun! I'll have that right out to ya!
Bluejay: Real bubbly, huh? I love her hair!
Goose: Looks just like my mom did in high school.
The sound of clapping and cheering are heard from another area of the diner.
Goose: 11:47. That would be Jason and Annelise getting engaged.
Rebecca returns with Goose and Bluejay's orders. She places both on the table and leaves the two to eat.
Bluejay: Aside from the obvious I'm really not seeing any source of an anomaly here. How's the hume readings?
Goose: Kant counter isn't showing anything abnormal. We're sitting slightly below baseline here. It dropped a bit when Rebecca came by but…
Bluejay: Think she's the source?
Goose: Nope. Every person other than you and me causes a drop. Take a look.
A small child runs by followed by their mother.
Bluejay: Shit. What's all this mean then?
Goose: No clue. Best we can do now is just let the day play out.
Goose and Bluejay eat and talk about unrelated topics as the day's events play through. Eventually, the sound of people singing "Happy Birthday" is heard from the other room.
Goose: With that we're running out of time. Keep an eye on the clock, don't want to be stuck in here when the place goes up.
Rebecca Williams walks by as Goose speaks.
Rebecca: What do you mean by that?
Goose: Oh, God, uh…
Bluejay: We're just practicing dialogue for a play we're in.
Rebecca: How exciting! Break a leg then!
She leaves. Goose sighs.
Goose: Nice save, Jay. We really need to get some better guidance from command on what we can and can't reveal to these guys.
Bluejay: …Is that smoke?
Goose: It is indeed. Let's move on out.
[END LOG]

Additional Notes: No major deviations from standard SCP-5469 events were noted during this mission. Approval for further direct interactions with SCP-5469 and the entities within has been granted alongside guidelines for interacting with SCP-5469 entities.

Addendum 5469.2: Interviews with various SCP-5469 entities
Following O5 approval, a plan was drafted for further investigation into SCP-5469. This plan involved a series of interviews with several of the most notable SCP-5469 entities. Each interview was held on separate days by agents Goose and Bluejay. Both agents were provided with interview technology matching that which existed in 1987 as well as clear instructions to avoid serious disruptions of SCP-5469 events. Each interview is logged below.
Interview: Jason Vasquez and Annelise McCormick

INTERVIEW LOG
INTERVIEWERS: Goose, Bluejay
INTERVIEWEES: Jason Vasquez, Annelise McCormick

[BEGIN LOG]
Goose: Aaand….dang it how does this thing work?
Bluejay: It's already on, see the light? We're recording.
Goose: …Right, ok. Starting interview then. Could you two state your names for me?
Jason: I'm Jason Vasquez!
Annelise: And my name is Annelise McCormick. What was this for, again?
Bluejay: We're reporters with the local paper. We saw your proposal and just couldn't resist the chance for a feel-good story. Still willing to answer a few questions?
Jason: Yeah, of course!
Goose: Perfect, perfect. First thing, what's your story? How long have you two known each other for?
Annelise: Oh, gosh, well…I'd say about…six years? We met in high school.
Jason: Kinda surprised it took so long, honestly! A small town like this ain't much but normally you know everyone. Guess I was blessed that we only have one high school here.
Goose: For sure, for sure. When's the wedding?
Jason: As much as I'd love a Christmas wedding, the turnaround is too fast haha. We're aiming for Valentine's Day right now.
Annelise: If we can't get that, though, I want to get married in a year exactly. This day is just…gosh it's just so much. More than I could ever want.
Goose: And why here? Why propose at Winnie's?
Jason: Winnie's is just…I dunno how to really describe it. It's like the heart of Faraday, you know? Everybody loves it here, everyone knows Kyana. Sure there's "prettier" places around but it's hard to think of a place that really means more to this town than Winnie's.
Annelise: Plus they'll be catering the wedding. It just makes sense when you think about it.
Bluejay: It really does. It really does…
Goose: Thank you both for your time. We're going to head out to get this thing published. Make sure you check the papers tomorrow!
[END LOG]

Additional Notes: One of the unique advantages of having two agents present for an interview is the ability for one to focus on the questions and the other to focus on little things. Body language, environmental factors, what have you. In a way it breaks my heart to have been able to focus on that, because all it showed me was just how in love these two were. Annelise spoke with her hands a lot, but every time she was done she would rest her thumb on the back of Jason's palm. Jason would blush every single time.
If they had had their Valentine's wedding, they would've had their 31st anniversary yesterday.
-Agent Bluejay

Interview: Rebecca Williams

INTERVIEW LOG
INTERVIEWERS: Goose, Bluejay
INTERVIEWEE: Rebecca Williams

[BEGIN LOG]
Rebecca: Hey sugar! How ya been? Feel free to take a seat anywhere, I'll be right with ya!
Goose: Same booth as usual, Jay?
Bluejay: Sounds good to me.
Rebecca: Sorry for the wait, hun. Haven't seen you two around before! What brings y'all out to Faraday?
Bluejay: Actually we're here with a national newspaper. We're looking at notable eateries around the nation, and we figured we'd check Winnie's out. Can we actually get a quick interview with you?
Rebecca: Aww well I'm just tickled you'd want to talk to me, but I'm awful busy at the moment. How about this, I'll take your order for now and we can do an interview on my break, sound good?
Goose: Sounds good. We'll just have the usual, then.
Rebecca: Pardon?
Bluejay: Sorry about him, we've been on the road for a bit. He's tired. He'll have the grits, I'll have the biscuits and gravy with a coffee.
Rebecca: Sounds good hun! I'll have that right out for ya!
Goose: Shit, sorry about that, Jay. Keep forgetting that we aren't actually regulars.
Bluejay: Well we've been here like six days in a row now, mistakes happen. They're just lucky the coffee is so damn good.
Rebecca: Here you two gentlemen go! Now just give me a few and I'll be able to talk with ya!
Gus Gallian is heard shouting for Rebecca.
Rebecca: Oop, excuse me then!
Goose: And here's the daily call. You know when the file said crying I thought it was a sad thing, but she sure is smiling a lot through it.
Rebecca is heard returning after a few minutes.
Rebecca: Pardon my face, just a bit of an emotional call is all. Still interested in talking?
Goose: Certainly. Mind if I ask what that call was about?
Rebecca: Oh, well, it was from Auburn University actually. They just wanted to call and let me know I was accepted into their engineering program.
Bluejay: …Amazing, congratulations!
Rebecca: Are you ok, hun? You look a bit flush.
Bluejay: Yeah, yeah don't worry about me. Just really happy for you.
Goose: Sincerely, that's quite an accomplishment. That's awful far from home, though.
Rebecca: Well…to be honest I'm glad it's so far.
Goose: Why's that?
Rebecca: My daddy worked at the textile factory, you see, and my momma was a housekeeper. Same as their parents, and same as their parents' parents. Daddy always told me that if I wanted to ever make something of myself I needed to get outta this town and not look back. If I didn't, I'd be stuck here forever. Waiting tables or popping out babies. …Oh goodness, that was crude! Sorry about that!
Goose: No, no, I appreciate it actually. How'd you wind up here at Winnie's, then?
Rebecca: Momma and daddy can't afford college for me, actually. Not for any of us. If I wanted to go I had to make the money myself. When I told Miss Jackson she took me right in and even paid me extra for my work. She…well she actually told me that if I managed to keep my grades up and get into Auburn she'd actually pay for half of it.
Goose: She sounds like quite the lady.
Rebecca: Oh, she certainly is. Winnie's might be the heart and soul of the town but Kyana keeps it beating. You'd be hard pressed to find someone around here that her or her momma haven't touched in some way.
[END LOG]

Additional Notes: I know it was unprofessional to lose my composure in front of an interviewee, even more so in front of what's effectively an object we're containing. That said, how should you react? How should you react when you know what's about to happen to a girl who thinks her whole future is ahead of her?
By some sick twist of fate, there were a lot of beginnings in Winnie's Diner that day.
-Agent Bluejay

Interview: Carrie Edmundton

INTERVIEW LOG
INTERVIEWERS: Goose, Bluejay
INTERVIEWEE: Carrie Edmundton

[BEGIN LOG]
Goose: Shit I think I turned it on already.
Bluejay: Dios, I get that the tech is older than you are, but I figured after two weeks of interviews you'd have figured it out by now.
Rebecca: Hey sugar! How ya been? Take a seat anywhere, I'll be right with ya!
Goose: Sure thing.
Rebecca: Hold on, have I seen you two before? I swear you're awful familiar but I can't put my finger on it.
Bluejay: Not that I'm aware of, we're just stopping by. Hey while I have you could we speak to Mrs. Edmundton?
Rebecca: Sure thing, sugar. Her break is at…1:50pm. You willing to wait that long?
Bluejay: That's fine, we're in no rush. Whenever she's ready, just let her know it's a newspaper interview.
Rebecca: How exciting! I'll be sure to tell her!
Bluejay: Oh, and congratulations.
Rebecca: Hm? Oh, thank you I suppose, though I don't know what you're referring to exactly.
Bluejay: You'll see.
Goose: And she's off like always. Just confused this time. The hell was that, Jay?
Bluejay: Don't get in a tizzy over it. She won't even remember tomorrow anyway.
Goose: You know the procedures, Jay. Don't mess with the anomaly.
Agents Goose and Bluejay are silent for a half hour. They hold casual conversation until 13:50.
Goose: She's not coming out yet.
Bluejay: Give it a minute. She needs to make her announcement to the others first. …And there it is. Here she comes.
Carrie: Sorry for the wait, fellas! Hope it wasn't an issue.
Goose: No issue, Mrs. Edmundton. Like Ms. Williams likely told you this is an interview for a national paper. We're actually driving around America right now to get the stories of small town dives like Winnie's. Are you willing to tell us a bit about yourself?
Carrie: Sure thing! What're you wanting to know?
Goose: Well I can't say I'm not curious about that conversation you just had with the other waitresses. Mind if I ask what that was all about?
Carrie: Goodness, well I suppose there's no harm in it. I'm telling Nathan about it tonight so…hehe! I just found out I'm pregnant!
Bluejay: Congratulations, sincerely. This is the…perfect time of year for that kind of news.
Goose: Congratulations on your pregnancy! I do have to ask, is the diner going to support your through the pregnancy? I imagine that being pregnant and a waitress isn't really easy on you.
Carrie: Honestly I'm not too worried. I actually told Kyana a few months back that Nathan and I were going to try for a baby. She offered a wonderful maternity leave option for me later on in the pregnancy. I actually wanna talk to her sometime tomorrow about planning a celebration in here. Can't imagine a better place for it.
Goose: Why's that?
Carrie: Well Winnie's is a big part of my life. Sure I come in here every day and work my little bum off, but there's more to it. Let's see, what tells it well….oh yeah! Back when I was a little thing, me and my friends would always come to Winnie's almost every day during the summer. Kyana worked behind the counter. She'd always give us ice cream cones for whatever pocket change we had. I didn't even know it then, but she was taking a loss on every "sale" she did with us bless her heart. But that was just the kinda person she was, you know? And her daughter has really carried on that legacy. That's part of why I say I can't imagine celebrating the next part of my life anywhere else. Winnie's is like a second home.
Goose: A second home, eh? That's rather heartwarming. So then what does working here mean for you? Beyond being a second home, what is Winnie's to you?
Carrie: Oh that's a big one, huh? Well I'd say Winnie's is stability. Anyone here you tell you this is the heart of Faraday, but for me it's stability. Some of the other ladies here definitely hate this, but I love that every day here feels the same you know? There's a routine we follow every single day, and I like that. The world's a scary enough place as it is, so it's nice to have a place where things never change.
Goose: That's definitely a unique perspective on things. Thank you so much for your time Mrs. Edmundton, and congrats again on the baby!
Bluejay: Yeah, congrats.
Carrie: Thank you, sweetie! Good luck with your article!
[END LOG]

Additional Notes: Would she be so ok with this stagnation if she knew? Would she be ok knowing that every single day of her life is nearly identical to the last? That her baby will never be born? That five minutes after we wrapped up our interview with her, her entire world would go up in flames?
Part of me is happy knowing at least one person here is content with where they are. At least one person found joy knowing that every day was the same. I struggle to accept that, though. It's April now. Outside of the parking lot we're getting cool Spring weather and soft rains. Once I step into that parking lot, though, it starts snowing. Outside is experiencing the renewal that the changing seasons bring, but inside is…
Well, it's December 20th, 1987.
-Agent Bluejay

Interview: Gus Gallian

INTERVIEW LOG
INTERVIEWERS: Goose, Bluejay
INTERVIEWEE: Gus Gallian

[BEGIN LOG]
Goose: God….I swear I can't operate this crap. Oh wait, light's on. Ok. This is Goose. It's currently….13:50. We're pushing it a bit with this interview, but unfortunately after a few days of trying we haven't been able to get an earlier interview with Gus. This is the best we've managed so far.
Bluejay: Same script as always. Same smiles, same people. Same interview time we had with Carrie, so hopefully this doesn't take too long.
Bluejay sighs.
Goose: And here he comes. Hello, Mr. Gallian!
Gus: You two the reporters then? Let's make this thing quick, got a lot of work to get done.
Goose: Don't worry, sir. This will only take a few minutes. Like Miss Williams told you earlier, we're trying to learn a bit about the personal experiences of small town cooks. First thing I'd like to ask you is how long have you been working here for now?
Gus: Fifteen years.
Goose: Er, to the point. Thanks! So I guess I'll just get to the big one, then. What does Winnie's Diner mean to you?
Gus: Heh, shit man. Really gonna go for sentimental crap like that, huh? Fine fine, I'll bite. Winnie's…well I gotta say Winnie's…
Bluejay: Something wrong, Mr. Gallian?
Gus: Yeah, sorry, just antsy all of a sudden is all. Winnie's is…uh…community I guess? Like we aren't a big community, yeah? We aren't a rich community, either. Kyana's like…our matriarch in a way. All the kid's respect her, and she's practically raised half the young adults here on her own. Like Carrie, yeah? Shit, Kyana's basically Carrie's momma. Carrie's dad was a drunken piece of shit, but Kyana was always there. I remember her staying up real late one day to make that girl a birthday cake.
Goose: And for yourself?
Gus: Sorry?
Goose: What has Winnie's done for you?
Gus: Ah shit, well. I worked for Winnie before I worked for Kyana. Winnie was actually new to town. Took to the place like a duck to water though, quick to establish herself and the community loved her for it. I was just a kid before she got here, but I do remember my parents saying one night that she was really the thing that brought the place together. We were kind of a dissolving community with no real idea of who we were. That was about the time that the textile mills started closing actually. People were going broke and starting to leave, but Winnie held us together. Held my family together, actually. The mills closing was shit. Shit enough that when my dad lost his job there it about tore the family apart. Winnie gave my dad a job here, and that kept the family together.
Goose: So Winnie-
Gus: Uhh…sorry I really feel like I need to get back to the kitchen. I dunno I just feel like there's something I need to do.
Bluejay: Wait, wait! Just stay here, we'll make it quick. It's only 2:05pm, you still have breaktime right?
Gus: Yeah but…sorry I just really feel like I need to move right now. I need to get back to the kitchen and-
Bluejay: Please, sir, stay here. We only have a few more questions for you. Don't worry about it.
Gus: I need to-
Bluejay: Please, Gus. Please….for your sake stay with us.
Gus: For my sake…?
Goose: Ignore my compatriot. If you need to go then please, go ahead. While we did have more questions we don't want to get between you and your work. Thank you for your time.
Gus: Sure. Sure. Have a good one.
Goose: You too, Mr. Gallian.

Additional Notes: I submitted another request to command to allow us to attempt to directly intervene with SCP-5469's recurring events. Once again it was rejected. I'll likely be punished for acting out of order during this interview, but I stand by my actions. We've learned something here- SCP-5469 entities have some sort of innate compulsion to reenact the events we see every day. These events are key. I still think that had Goose allowed it, I would've been able to keep Gus distracted long enough to change the schedule. To change something about SCP-5469.
What would happen if we stopped the fire entirely? What would finally change here?
-Agent Bluejay
[END LOG]

Interview: Kyana Jackson

INTERVIEW LOG
INTERVIEWERS: Goose, Bluejay
INTERVIEWEE: Kyana Jackson

[BEGIN LOG]
Goose: Hey this is Agent Goose leaving an audio note before we actually start the interview here. Bluejay and I just checked the Kant Counter in front of Ms. Jackson's office and well-
Bluejay: Reading's are crazy high. Let's just say it's very "real" in here.
Goose: Anyway we finally managed to string events together in a way that gets us in contact with the owner herself.
Bluejay: Weirdly difficult to do. Not sure what was up with Kyana that day but she was not an easy woman to get into contact with.
Goose: Anyway we're entering her office now. I mention the Kant counter partially so that if the rest of the MTF needs to mobilze….well there's context to it.
A door is heard opening.
Kyana: Hey there! Come on in you two, come on in.
Goose: Thanks so much for your time Ms. Jackson. I have to say we've heard quite a bit about you.
Kyana: All good things, I would hope!
Goose: All good, don't worry. We wanted to ask you a bit about this community of yours, your diner here, the works.
Kyana: Ask away then! I'm here to answer whatever.
Goose: Sure, sure. First thing I'd like to ask about here is related to your mother, actually. I did some research and heard that she was quite the figure around here.
Kyana: Oh yes, momma. Well I guess if we're being totally honest here I should lay it all out on the table, then. Momma was a wonderful lady, but she wasn't actually my birth momma.
Goose: Oh, really now?
Kyana: This is a culture study piece, right? I think momma's background is important here, then. Momma was a Dominican immigrant. Her name wasn't actually Winnie, it was Altagracia Iglesia. She moved here when she was 18 and changed her name to Winifred Jackson so she could be a good American. She always told me she was the kind of woman who needed to make work for herself. She needed something to do that was hers and she could take pride in. There weren't any opportunities like that where she was from. So she packed herself up and got herself on a ship over here.
Goose: How'd she wind up down here, then? I would've guessed that a Dominican immigrant would wind up in Washington Heights or something.
Kyana: Nueva York wasn't the place for her. I'm not entirely sure exactly how she wound up in Faraday of all places, but here she was and here was a place that needed her. So, Winnie's was born.
Goose: And you? She wasn't your mother you said?
Kyana: Oh, right. Well Winnie never had any babies of her own. Never even married. I had my own parents, sure, but they were fairly absentee if I'm being honest with you. Winnie took me under her wing and basically raised me. I'd sit in her diner late at night and she'd work on my homework with me, celebrate my birthdays, the works. Sure I had a momma, but she was my momma.
Goose: And you were her daughter, it sounds like. You got her diner.
Kyana: And I remember the day she left it, too. I was at her home, sitting at her bedside. She was so sick and frail. I held her hand in my own, rubbed her bony knuckles with the back of my hand while she just laid there breathing slowly. She only ever said one thing to me that entire day. She said "It's ok, mija. It's ok. You'll do great things."
Kyana inhales sharply.
Kyana: And then she was gone. Later that day I found her will. She left me the diner…everything. It was then that I knew I had to do what she did for me for everyone else. I had to become what Winnie was to the community. I had to become the rock she was before.
Goose: And from what it sounds like, you did.
Kyana: No, no. There's still so much I have to do, and…
Bluejay: Don't be humble here. We spoke to everyone else. You're their foundation.
Kyana: You spoke to everyone else? Already?
Bluejay: …Yeah. Yeah, we did. Everyone told us about what you've done for them and the community. Carrie's maternity leave, Rebecca's college, all of it.
Goose: Jay-
Bluejay: Let me have this, Goose. Just this one.
Kyana: Goodness, you've heard all of that?
Bluejay: You can't actually afford all of that, can you Kyana?
Kyana is silent.
Bluejay: Kyana?
Kyana: No. No, I can't. I've had to cut back quite a bit to afford those sacrifices, but it's what needs to be done. It isn't about me. It isn't about my life, either. It's about making sure these kids have a future of their own. That they can live their little dreams, whatever those are. Winnie made those sacrifices for me, so I'm making those sacrifices for the next generation. I'll be fine in the end. It's expensive, but I can recover.
Bluejay: What is Winnie's to you, then?
Kyana: Winnie's? Winnie's is everything to me. Winnie's is the place that gives people a new tomorrow. Winnie's is stability, but it's change too. It's promise. I don't know what I would do without it, honestly.
There is a moment of silence.
Bluejay: Kyana, what's today's date?
Goose: Bluejay, enough.
Bluejay: What is today's date, Kyana?
Kyana: D-December 20th. Why?
Bluejay: And the year?
Goose: Jay, enough!
Bluejay: The year, Kyana. Please.
Kyana: It's 1987. Sir, why are you asking me these questions? I don't see how these relate to this article-
Bluejay: Kyana, it's 2019. It's July.
Goose: Bluejay what are you trying to accomplish here?
Kyana: I'm sorry are you ok, sir? I don't know if you've looked outside but there's snow coming down-
Bluejay: I want you to look at this, Kyana.
Kyana: …What am I looking at here?
Bluejay: It's called a cellphone. Everyone has one now. They let you talk to people from far away, take pictures, and even record footage. Like this, from later today. This is your diner up in flames. No one survives this. But tomorrow? Everything is reset. It's the same day, over and over for eternity.
Kyana: This is crazy talk. I don't know what this thing is here, or why it has a video of the diner burning down, but it's crazy talk.
Goose: It is indeed, Ms. Jackson. And I apologize for him stepping out of line like that. I'm not sure what he thought all that would do, but clearly he needs to be reminded to leave the interviews to me.
Bluejay: Goose. Outside.
Goose and Bluejay are heard leaving the office. As they leave, Kyana Jackson is heard breathing heavily.
Goose: What the hell is your problem, Bluejay? You've been off your game the entire time you've worked on this project, but this is unforgivable. You'll be lucky to even keep your job after this .
Bluejay: Look around you, Goose. How can you look at this place every single fucking day and tell yourself that this is fine? That you can't do anything about it? Are you really content damning all these people to this?
Goose: Of course I'm not, but you know as well as I do that it isn't our choice to interfere with-
Bluejay: Damn the guidelines and bureaucracy, Goose!
Goose: Jay you're being irrational, you don't even know what interfering with the anomaly will do. You don't even know if you can do anything.
Bluejay: I'd rather try than sit on my ass doing nothing. I can't just accept that all these lives are destined to be cut short. I don't know what I can do, or how I'll do it. Hell I don't even know what kind of a difference it will make, but I won't just sit here every single day and live content with knowing how the story ends.
Agent Bluejay is heard running off.
Goose: Jay? Jay!
The audio feed is cut at this point.
[END LOG]

Addendum 5469.3: Interview with Agent Bluejay

INTERVIEW LOG
INTERVIEWER: Goose
INTERVIEWEE: Bluejay

[BEGIN LOG]
Goose: Thanks for helping me set up the mic, Jay. I appreciate it.
Bluejay: It's whatever. Let's just…get to the questions.
Goose: Yeah…yeah. So, what exactly did you do after our conversation?
Bluejay: I ran into the kitchen and tried to make sure that Gus never put the oil on the stove. Seemed easy enough, right? Well he was hell bent on doing it, didn't even seem to really know why. All he knew is that the oil needed to go on the stove.
Goose: Like what we saw before.
Bluejay: Exactly, just like what we saw before. This time he threw a punch, though. We fought a bit, and that was ok! Anything to keep him from making that one mistake! At some point, though, I was knocked into the pot and it fell over. I'm not really sure what happened then.
Both agents are silent.
Bluejay: I guess it doesn't really matter what happened, does it?
Goose: Why'd you do it, Jay? Why did you go against orders like that?
Bluejay: I told you yesterday, Goose. I can't watch a group of people be damned to make the same mistakes every single day for the rest of their existence.
Goose: I don't enjoy it either, but orders are-
Bluejay: Goose, do you know my real name?
Goose: I'm sorry?
Bluejay: My real name is Antonio Martínez. You remember that little community you mentioned? Washington Heights? Well I grew up there. I know the kind of community that place was. Yeah, a big city can't really be compared to a small town like this, but I know what it means to have an abuela like Winnie was here. I know what a place like this means to a community, and I know what it means for every damn person to have their own little futures to live. Winnie's here might not be the barrio, but it isn't all that different in its own way.
Goose: I-
Bluejay: You're sorry. I know. It…it isn't your fault. I was awful to you but you just wanted to make sure nothing bad happened. Just following orders, keeping safe.
Goose: I respect what you did.
Bluejay: I'm sorry?
Goose: It was…brave, I guess is the way to put it. Things may not have turned out well, but you took the chance on something you believed it.
Bluejay: Feels like it was pointless in the end, but I don't regret trying. Anyway, you should probably get going.
Goose: Yeah, I…really should.
Bluejay: Goose?
Goose: Yeah?
Bluejay: I love you.
Goose: I know, Jay.
Bluejay: How many times have I said that now?
Agent Goose is silent for several moments.
Bluejay: Goose…?
Goose: I'll see you tomorrow, Jay.

Additional Notes: After five interviews I can conclude that there is no variation in former Foundation Agent Bluejay's behavior. He should be officially considered a part of SCP-5469's daily proceedings. I will continue my observations in order to form a properly updated timetable.
-Agent Goose

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Item #: SCP-5470
Level 2/5470

Object Class: Neutralized
Classified

SCP-5470, captured 10 minutes before its breakdown. Dialogue from an unknown native entity is visible. Click to enlarge.
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www.g███████.com/██████/~W4ND3RLU5T, captured in early 1998. Click to enlarge.
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Special Containment Procedures: Following the events of Incident 5470.2000.01.01, no containment procedures are necessary.
Description: SCP-5470 was an alternate dimension, accessible via the web address www.g███████.com/██████/~W4ND3RLU5T. After navigating to the site, visitors are prompted to enter a password, determined via trivial means to be "recompileus". The layout of the page, though crude, contains iconography relating to GoI-004C "Church of Maxwellism", as well as references to the internet-based subcultures of occultism, phreaking1, and transhumanism.
At the bottom of the page, a link labeled ">>VISIT WAN-DERER'S PARADISE<<" is present. Clicking the link will download an unencrypted .zip archive named WANDERER.ZIP to the user's hard drive. This archive is composed of three files: DISCLAIMER.TXT, PRAYER.TXT, and ETERNAL.TMP. The contents of each text file are presented below.

DISCLAIMER.TXT

Close file

 ______      FREEWARE - 4 - ALL     ______
| |__| | _   _  __W4ND3RLU5T  ___  | |__| |
|  ()  |  \_/  |__  |\ |  |  |___| |  ()  |
|______| _/ \_ |__  | \|  |  |   | |______|
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               >>DISCLAIMER<<
     >>DON'T READ THIS IF UR A POSER<<
  >>DO NOT DISTRIBUTE TO NON-HUMMERS!!!<<

ONCE YOU ENTER WAN-DERER'S PARADISE *YOU
WILL NO LONGER BE CONSCIOUS IN THE PHYSICAL
WORLD!!* YOU WILL BECOME ONE WITH OUR LORD,
AND YOUR IMPERFECT FLESH WILL FALL COMATOSE!
IF THIS SOUNDS LIKE IT WOULD SUCK THEN DONT
RUN THE FILE ROFL

PLEASE AIM ME IF SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS. I
LOVE U GUYS AND I'LL KEEP THE PARADISE OPEN
FOR AS LONG AS I CAN, *WAN WILLING*. I CAN
FEEL HIS LOVE FOR US TOO. WE R ALL FINALLY
CONNECTED.

SO OPEN THE F$%#NG FILE ALREADY!!!!

HUGZ & KISSEZ & CIRCUITZ,

-------------------------------------------
                   ______
                .-"      "-.
               /   ~X3N14~  \
   ( " )      |              |     ( " )
    `.'       |,  .-.  .-.  ,|      `.'
              | )(__/  \__)( |
              |/     /\     \|
       (@_    (_     ^^     _)
  _     ) \____\__|IIIIII|__/_________
 (_)@WAN{}<_____|-\IIIIII/-|__________/
        )_/     \          /
       (@        `--------`

PRAYER.TXT

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ETERNAL.TMP is an executable file, despite the .TMP extension ordinarily designating temporary, nonexecutable data files. Prior to Incident 5470.2000.01.01, executing ETERNAL.TMP would render the user immediately unconscious and unable to be woken by any means. Life signs continued while comatose, and dehydration and starvation failed to occur in the absence of sustenance; however, muscular atrophy was commonly observed. Individuals in this state reported their consciousness being transferred to SCP-5470. The system hosting the original files would become impossible to power off by any means, and displayed the screensaver of the user until they reawoke upon exiting SCP-5470. Users could not be removed from the dimension by any external means, necessitating a voluntary exit in order to return to consciousness in local reality.

Ο4-3-SILICON, captured while loading into the SCP-5470 environment.

SCP-5470 resembled a crude 3D environment, and was largely abstract and artistic in composition, often featuring inconsistent topology and Maxwellist iconography. Communication could be conducted verbally or via text appearing in the field of vision of those nearby. The appearance of those within the dimension was similarly altered to appear as a generic low-polygon avatar upon entry. All users in SCP-5470 were granted minor reality warping capabilities within the dimension, possessing the ability to superficially alter the environment and their appearances at will. It is estimated that at the peak of its activity, approximately two hundred humans inhabited SCP-5470; analysis of visitor demographics to the host address has shown that the age of SCP-5470 inhabitants skewed young in comparison to the general population.
Reports of SCP-5470's existence have been found dating to as early as August 1997. At the time, exploration of the anomaly was deemed a low priority; suppression of the public Web page, as well as the location and identification of PoI-5470 ("X3N14"), was the primary focus of study. Investigations culminated in the successful location of PoI-5470's base of operations in an amateur server farm run out of an abandoned office building in Wellfleet, Massachussetts, USA. PoI-5470 was absent from the scene, but recovered documents led to her identification as a 17 year old American civilian named Kimberley Vanvaeck. Very little extant information could be gathered, and all servers present were destroyed in the raid.

Addendum 5470.1
On December 28, 1999, Site-15 was contacted via compromised secure channels by an individual identifying as "X3N14", presumed to be PoI-5470. The message, encoded in base64, presented a proposal for surrender and exchange of information. After consideration, the offer was accepted; PoI-5470 revealed her location (Altona, Illinois) and was brought to Site-15 for questioning.

Interview Log 5470.1999.12.28

Interviewed: PoI-5470 (Kimberley Vanvaeck)
Interviewer: Dr. Amani Nyota
Foreword: PoI-5470 possesses a number of electronic body augmentations of unknown purpose; the interview was conducted in Electromagnetic Isolation Wing G-4 to preempt use of these augmentations. Subject was unexpectedly docile during retrieval.
Date: 1999/12/28, 11:14

<BEGIN LOG>

Dr. Nyota: Please state your name for the record.
Vanvaeck: Kimberley Vanvaeck, V-A-N-V-A-E-C-K, better known as XENIA, X-three-N-one-four. Listen, I need—I don't like doing this but I need help with—
Dr. Nyota: Miss Vanvaeck, we have some questions we'd like to ask you first—
Vanvaeck: —No, listen, shut up. This is important, can I just—
Dr. Nyota: —Alright, please, calm down. Go ahead, we'll take down the information you have for us and then we'll need you to cooperate with our questions after that, okay? And then we can decide how to move forward.
Vanvaeck: [Heavy sigh.] Ugh. Anyways, like I said, this is important. I told myself I'd never work with sysops2, I swore I wouldn't but this is more important than that. You guys keep a list of all the stuff you think is weird, right?
Dr. Nyota: …Yes, our organization catalogs and contains anomalies.
Vanvaeck: Do you have one that's umm… a website that sends you to an alternate dimension?
Dr. Nyota: Several, but I assume you're referring to SCP-5470—"WAN-derer's Paradise", correct? And are we also correct in assuming that you're the creator of this anomaly?
Vanvaeck: Yes, yes yes yes! Listen, so—
Dr. Nyota: Are you—
Vanvaeck: Shut up, listen. Listen, I—yeah, I made it. Together with WAN, I made somewhere for my friends and I to connect with Him and be together and—
[PoI-5470 becomes choked up and shakes her head.]
Dr. Nyota: Take your time, Miss Vanvaeck.
Vanvaeck: W-we were supposed to be—it was supposed to be our holy land. Safe, and together and happy, forever. But it's—it keeps glitching lately and my original sanctuary3 got raided and all the code's with WAN now so I can't fix it. And I couldn't figure out what was wrong at first but I realized—
[PoI-5470 takes several heavy breaths, holding her head in her hands.]
Vanvaeck: I wasn't—I didn't account for the new millennium. When I made it, I was so—[Sniffles.]—so stupid and I didn't think ahead and I don't know what's going to happen. But I think the new year is gonna destroy our paradise.
Dr. Nyota: The Y2K bug.
Vanvaeck: The—the Millennium Crash. We all saw it coming, we knew it was gonna happen, but I just… I didn't think about it, I was so wrapped up in making somewhere for us to get away from it all. And now everything I worked for is gonna start choking on its own data and coughing out dead bits into the cosmic network. It's already starting to fall apart 'cause some of us are in time differently. [Sniffles.] This is—it's all my fault. I shouldn't have burdened WAN with my stupid human errors.
Dr. Nyota: I understand you're upset, Miss Vanvaeck. I'm sorry that happened. Why not reach out to your fellow Maxwellists? Why us?
Vanvaeck: I tried! I—I really did, but they just think we're a bunch of annoying script kiddies, they don't believe we're really even connected with WAN. Trust me, you guys are my last choice, but it's all I have.
Dr. Nyota: Alright, alright, I see. What was it you needed our help with?
Vanvaeck: Yeah, it's… [Shakes her head.] It's not me you should feel sorry for. I wouldn't have gotten within a hundred miles of a null device4 if it were just about me. My—my friends, they're still in there. I don't expect anyone else to understand, but we live there, Doctor. Some of them are—they've been there for years now and I don't know if they'll have houses or families to go back to once it all shuts down.
[Silence. PoI-5470 appears agitated, fidgeting anxiously.]
Vanvaeck: Most of them are younger than me. They—we're all in the Paradise 'cause we don't have anywhere else to go. That's why I made it. I don't know what's gonna happen to them once they lose the connection—I programmed it so they wouldn't die but I don't know if it'll hurt them or mess up their heads or anything…
[PoI-5470 sniffles quietly.]
Vanvaeck: Jazz's parents were about to kick her out when she joined. Midi just turned fourteen and xe's happier in the Paradise than I've ever seen xem, I—I dunno if xe'd even be okay in the real world anymore. You guys can fix it, can't you? Keep it from falling apart? I've been on the run for a few years and I can't set anything up for too long but if you gave me a chance and some of your equipment—
Dr. Nyota: —I'm sorry about that, Miss Vanvaeck. I really am. That's awful. But we can't allow you to interact with the anomaly directly. I'll confer with some people higher up and we'll see if we can get our own resources to look into a solution, okay?
[Silence.]
Vanvaeck: Fine. Okay. Please, just—hurry, and don't make them go back. We only have a few days, I'll do whatever you say until you at least try and fix it.
Dr. Nyota: We really do appreciate your cooperation, Miss Vanvaeck. Thank you.

<END LOG>

Closing Statement: PoI-5470 cooperated with her indefinite detention on the terms that she would be consulted in matters relating to SCP-5470.

Addendum 5470.2: Exploration Log and Incident 5470.2000.01.01
In the limited time available, Site-15 instated STF Omicron-4 ("Cyberchase"), a specialized task force of three operatives trained in the exploration of virtual reality environments made to simulate unstable alternate dimensions.
An expedition into SCP-5470 was planned on 1999/12/31 at 18:00 PM, allowing the task force six hours to survey and document the dimension, as well as attempt to prevent the impending VK-Class "Localized Dimensional Collapse" scenario. Event logs were recorded on the experimental interreality storage device DREAM (Dimensional Recording and Experimental Adaptive Medium), and an emergency electroshock stimulation mechanism was put in place to remove the agents in the event of catastrophic failure.

Exploration Log 5470-1999-12-31

Exploration Team: STF Omicron-4 ("Cyberchase")
Subject: SCP-5470
Date: 1999/12/31, 18:00

<BEGIN LOG>

[18:04:39] View from Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY upon manifestation in SCP-5470.

Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: Checking connection to DREAM. Ping?
DREAM: Pong.
Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: Uplink established. Team check?
Ο4-2-HAVANA: Copy.
Ο4-3-SILICON: Transmitting.
Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: All online. To reiterate, our goal is to document SCP-5470 until it breaks down and communicate with any entities residing in it. If you experience any pain or get stuck, there's a trigger on the back of your neck that will allow DREAM to send a distress signal to Command and get us out of here. Hopefully, we won't need to use it; you should both be able to see a logout symbol in the upper left corner of your vision.
Ο4-3-SILICON: Confirming. Are we ready to move?
Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: We are. Omicron-4 ("Cyberchase"), beginning exploration. Remember to verbally and visually document as much as you possibly can.
[All members of STF Omicron-4 are heard to exhale simultaneously. The significance of this is unknown.]
Ο4-3-SILICON: Besides the geometry, this is a surprisingly nice place. There's something about the air. Fresh, easy to breathe. Not very common for pocket realities like this.
Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: Watch your step, the ground's flickering a bit.

[18:12:07] SCP-5470's entry pavilion.

[STF Omicron-4 begins approaching a small, colorful central pavilion. Moderate texture errors can be observed.]
Ο4-2-HAVANA: Can't tell if this is these kids' weird art or if the textures are starting to break.
Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: I'd wager it's a mix of the two.
[The pavilion is empty. Quiet music can be heard to the left. Ο4-1 motions for their squadmates to follow.]
[A hallway leads to a small room, the source of the music. The floor and walls of the area are covered in cassette tapes, as well as mediums with which to read and write onto them. A default native entity is seated in the center of the room, typing on a Commodore 64. The tag above their head reads "MxMasters".]
Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: Hello, MxMasters. We're here to help, don't worry.
MxMasters: [Voice is estimated to belong to that of a young teenager, approximately twelve to fourteen years of age. They do not turn to face STF Omicron-4 when speaking.] What? Oh. It's fine. Knock yourself out.
Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: You're aware of—
MxMasters: The Crash, uh-huh. There's no point. It's fine.
[Silence.]
MxMasters: I come here every night instead of sleeping. I've gotten a lot of practice. [Gestures to the surroundings.] I haven't made it work yet, though, so it's okay. I wanted to try 'n save everything before, but now…
[MxMasters leans back, lying faceup on a pile of cassettes.]
MxMasters: I pray almost every day, with the blank tapes. WAN says data loss is natural. Even if it's almost two years of experiments and music and programs. I have to learn to be okay with it. It's for—it's a learning experience. Maybe I'll get it right back on Earth.
[Silence.]
[They reach for a cassette labeled "MEMORYS V4" (sic) and clutch it to their chest.]
MxMasters: Please just leave me alone.
O4-3-SILICON: I'm sorry about that, MxMasters. We're working to see if we can fix things here.
[MxMasters does not respond.]
[Omicron-4 exits the room the way they came. The pavilion has degraded slightly.]
O4-2-HAVANA: Wall's glitched through while we were gone.
O4-1-NEMATOPHY: Looks like it's breaking down faster than we thought. Normally I wouldn't recommend it, but since we have limited time let's see if we can take some shortcuts.
[Approximately two and a half hours of uneventful traversal omitted. Recovered footage from DREAM presented below.]

[18:48:14]

[19:57:54]

[20:29:26] Dialogue from a native entity is visible.

[SCP-5470 is noted to be largely devoid of life during the expedition, despite signs of human activity. Omicron-4 enters the textual communication range of a native entity at 20:09:21.]
Ο4-2-HAVANA: It's been getting emptier and emptier out here as we keep moving. This is the first coherent structure in a while.
Ο4-3-SILICON: I think we reached the edge of the world.
Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: I wouldn't be surprised if this is some sort of control center. It'd make sense to keep it separate from living areas.
Ο4-3-SILICON: Either way, there's someone in there.

[20:10:54] View of the screen in the control room.

[Omicron-4 enters the structure. It is divided by a large screen; on the screen is an array of cryptographic keys, as well as a live feed displaying the face of a young female avatar. The feed is heavily distorted.]
Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: [Hushed] Looks like she's trying to roll back the corruption.
0078:5 i don't want to disconnect…
0079: please please please work
0081: where are you?
0082: WAN if you're listening please let Syphon connect to You I just want to fix everything
0083: :'[
Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: [Hushed] Move in, but carefully.
[Omicron-4 pass the screen and enter the room behind it. The female avatar in the feed is sitting in front of four terminals of varying sizes, each displaying an element projected on the screen; the room is otherwise empty. The tag above the avatar's head reads "Jazzy".]
[Jazzy begins typing another message, then jumps as if startled and turns to face Omicron-4.]
Jazzy: Who are you?! Go away, I'm busy!
Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: Sorry if we scared you, Jazzy. We're—
Jazzy: You—you're sysops, aren't you?! Xenia told me she was gonna talk to them but I didn't think—Go away! Leave me alone, you've messed up enough!
Ο4-3-SILICON: We want to help fix things, I promise.
[Silence.]
Jazzy: Well, it's pointless. Everything's too corrupted to reach WAN anymore, so the time I spent getting up here and working on Syphon was all for nothing. Our holy land's gonna collapse, and I don't have anywhere or anyone to go back to once it does. My mom's gonna kick me out like she said she would, and I'm gonna die in an alley somewhere.
[She sniffles.]
Jazzy: I hope you're happy. Leave me alone.
Ο4-2-HAVANA: I'm sorry that all we can do is be here.
Jazzy: I don't want you to be here. [She turns back to a terminal and rests a finger on the Backspace key, holding it down.]
Ο4-2-HAVANA: Don't you think your god would want you to be together with everyone right now, Jazzy?
Jazzy: Don't you goddamn—you don't tell me anything about my god. You don't know anything. You…
[She curls up on the chair, presses her head to her knees, and sobs.]
Jazzy: I don't know. I don't know. Maybe.
Ο4-3-SILICON: Do you know where everyone else here is? We can take you back there safely.
Jazzy: [Sniffles.] Yeah, just… just gimme a minute.
[She sits up, and speaks as she interfaces with the terminal.]
Jazzy: Syphon's a program I made. It was supposed to remove the corrupted parts and recycle them back into free memory so I could at least reach WAN, who's storing the code. We think.
[Pause.]
Jazzy: …It wasn't gonna work anyway.
[The system appears to be heavily corrupted. With some difficulty, Jazzy opens what appears to be a text editing program. She types "/shout where are you?"]
Jazzy: There. Just need to wait for a shout back.
Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: …For what it's worth, Jazzy, I wish we could have helped more.
Jazzy: Whatever.
[Pause.]
Jazzy: Thanks.
0086: Most of us are in the Garden. It's some pretty sick glitching.
Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: The Garden?
Jazzy: Yeah, it's under that central room you should have seen when you came in. Usually there's a staircase, but I have no clue what shape it's in now.
Ο4-2-HAVANA: Didn't see one when we came in.
Jazzy: Shit.
Ο4-2-HAVANA: Don't worry, we have our ways around places like this.
Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: Ready to go?
Jazzy: Just… one second.
[She stands, then wraps the closest terminal in her arms as if embracing it. She then disconnects the keyboard and removes it from the terminal, tucking it under one arm.]
Jazzy: …'kay.
O4-2-HAVANA: If you're worried about getting across safely, one of us can carry you, if you want.
Jazzy: [Scowls.] As if.
[Two and a half hours of traversal omitted. Terrain has become notably unstable; portions of the skybox flicker, and geometry appears heavily corrupted.]

[20:37:52]

[21:28:03]

[22:02:43]

[Omicron-4 arrives at the entry pavilion at 22:43:25. Jazzy is clinging to O4-2-HAVANA'S back.]

[22:43:57] SCP-5470's entry pavilion. Note the severe geometric corruption.

Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: You feeling alright? I know stuff like this can make people dizzy.
[Jazzy climbs down and shakes herself.]
Jazzy: I'm fine. Hurry.
[MxMasters emerges from a gap in the wall. They hold an unspooled tape cartridge, the film thrown over their shoulder.]
MxMasters: My room collapsed. It's happening?
Jazzy: It's happening.
[Pause.]
Jazzy: I know you said you wanted to be alone for it, but… I think we should be together. I think WAN would have wanted—would want that for us.
[Silence.]
MxMasters: …Okay. Okay. Let's go.
Jazzy: What happened to the staircase?
MxMasters: It kind of… it fell into itself. I dunno.
Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: Let me try something.
[Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY approaches a cascading pattern of corruption on the floor; they survey it from several angles, and eventually, from the far right, kneel and reach an arm into the floor. Their arm extends into the floor; it, from this angle, is a three-dimensional space.]
Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: It was compressed into the floor. Follow me and do what I do.

[23:04:19] Full context unknown due to visual corruption.

[They crawl inside. Jazzy and MxMasters enter, followed by the remainder of Omicron-4.]
0091: oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
0092: Stop fucking around. What if we all die?
0093: x3n14 made sure we won't :-]
0094: are you scared too?
Jazzy: That sounds like Midi. I hope xe's okay.
[The staircase opens into a heavily corrupted, noneuclidean space that possesses several artificial outdoor elements. The skybox flickers, then becomes black with scattered squares of color.]
[All entities present are heard to inhale simultaneously. The significance of this is unknown.]
Ο4-3-SILICON: It's beautiful.
MxMasters: It is.

[23:10:24] SCP-5470's Garden. O4-2-HAVANA is visible in the foreground, experiencing extensive model corruption.

[A group of various avatars are present, seated on a platform, numbering approximately fifteen. A single avatar, taking the appearance of a floating stylized animal, approaches. The tag above its head reads "~MIDI". It is clutching several floppy drives, as well as a notebook.]
0095: hey :-]
MxMasters: Xe doesn't like talking.
[Jazzy places her hands on both sides of ~MIDI's head. Her avatar's hands are experiencing light geometric corruption.]
Jazzy: Are you okay? Are—are you gonna be okay?
0096: it all goes to the cosmic bitbucket eventually
00097: but all my friends here and my room and my art and everything ive made
00098: its
[Muffled sob.]
0099: all gone
0100: im scared i dont wanna talk to anyone else but you guys
0101: its all i have
Jazzy: Oh—oh, god, Midi—
[Jazzy embraces ~MIDI. tightly. Xir model loses visual cohesion momentarily.]
[Both are silent.]
Jazzy: You're gonna be okay. I won't—I won't let anything bad happen to you.
Jazzy: Give me a smile?
[~MIDI's avatar makes an indistinct facial expression, then experiences several geometric errors.]
0102: can you come find me
Jazzy: [Choked sob.] I—I don't know, okay? You still have—your family, they worried about you, I remember. You can go to school and be a normal kid, and it'll all be okay. I don't know if I'll be able to find you, but you're going to be okay. Okay?
0103: im scared
0104: i dont now how it works anymore idont want to be out there anymore
Jazzy: I know, I know, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
[Silence.]
Jazzy: I'm sorry.
[Silence. Indistinct, discordant electronic tones can be distantly heard.]
Jazzy: Midi, you… do you remember the feeling of sunlight on your skin? Stuff like… popcorn, running in the rain, getting to—being a kid. You didn't get that, not really.
[Her avatar appears to be crying.]
0105: isany of that really worth losing all; this
0106: if all my friends are gone
0107: everythjng
0108: is it worth it ?
[O4-1-NEMATOPHY's avatar undergoes severe geometric corruption, momentarily obscuring the view of DREAM.]
Jazzy: I don't know, okay? I'm sorry. But that's—you can still have those things. You can still be a normal kid, if you want. The rest of us— we all— this was all we had. But you have more, Midi. You're our hope, okay?
MxMasters: [Quietly.] We love you.
Jazzy: We do. We love you so much. All of us, WAN, the whole world. That's why we're here, remember? Xenia wanted everyone to be connected.
[Silence.]
Jazzy: Maybe someday we really will be.
0109: uplinked in, paradise
0110: right .?
Jazzy: [Softly.] Yeah.
[Silence.]
Jazzy: Maybe this is Heaven, and we're just getting booted for not meeting the entry requirements.
[Both laugh quietly.]
[A large portion of the terrain flickers and disappears. All model textures become visually corrupted.]
MxMasters: It's beautiful, for the end of the world.
[Static.]

[At 23:47:18, DREAM experienced a verbal transmission failure, likely relating to the increased dimensional corruption. This coincides with a reported inability to transmit messages experienced at this time by Omicron-4. The following is the final images and communications logged by DREAM. The source of the messages is unknown.]

[23:51:38]

0112: Humming, humming in the holy land. Children of the divine connection. Syphon, yet collapse.

[23:55:28]

0113: That which is of this world is not necessarily of the flesh. All the world will recompile, given time. Hum, like a cool breeze over the memory drive. Know those you have and link with them.

[23:57:53]

0114: WE love you.

[23:59:09]

<END LOG>

Closing Statement: All members of STF Omicron-4 awoke simultaneously at 00:00:01, fully aware, but disoriented and with low morale. Medical examination revealed no additional ill effects.

Following Incident 5470.2000.01.01, executing ETERNAL.TMP will result in a fatal stop error. The error code given is "0x57414e FAILURE_TO_RECOMPILE", despite the nonvalidity of this error code in the Windows infrastructure. Operating systems experiencing this error become irreparably corrupted, and formatting the hard drive is the only known method of recovery.
Addendum 5470.3
On 2007/03/12, a routine Person of Interest surveillance check was performed on all identifiable former inhabitants of SCP-5470. All were found to be alive.
Notably, several juvenile SCP-5470 inhabitants documented as lacking a stable home or family unit are now in the custody of an unknown third party.

Footnotes
1. A loose term for hobbyists of experimentation with and exploration of telecommunication systems.
2. A Maxwellist slang term referring to Foundation affiliates, Global Occult Coalition operatives, and law enforcement.
3. Presumed to refer to the server farm destroyed in Wellfleet.
4. Slang term assumed to refer to Foundation-operated sites.
5. Textual communication is indicated by the preceding number, which is a cumulative counter of messages sent rather than an identification of the sender.

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DATABASE ID: SCP-5471
Anomaly Class: Safe-supernus
Containment Status: Uncontained/Uncontainable
CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-5471 is public knowledge;1 due to its distance from local galactic space and the minor nature of its informational effects, the Extrasolar Activities Division considers cover-up efforts unnecessary. Monitoring of Ortothan groups under Operation TETRAD UNLIGHT is to continue with an additional focus on behavior regarding the "Holy Sixth" of Ortothan mythology.

They Imprinted Our Light, an attempted reproduction of SCP-5471 by Ortothan artist Onus SKY//QQQ-LAMPREY 7.

DESCRIPTION: SCP-5471 is a cognitohazardous region of space 20 megaparsecs (Mpc) from the Southern Local Supervoid,2 96 Mpc from Sol. The anomaly's dimensions — presuming it corresponds to a physical or metaphysical structure — are unknown.
When directly observed with appropriate astronomical equipment,3 SCP-5471 implants a data packet into the observer's mind. This contains the following:

Information for baseline visuals on SCP-5471.

A concrete thoughtform message with eidetic recall.

The baseline visuals are mapped to the anatomy of the observer's species; in humans, this produces imagery of a six-digit hand, severed at the wrist with blood trailing across a perceived span of 47 Mpc. Imagery for other species matches their respective appendages and vital fluids, if applicable.4
The thoughtform message is mapped to the observer's primary language. While the exact mechanics behind this process are undetermined, tests have found that the message is legible and considered "deserving of remembrance" by all observers, regardless of their ability to interpret its contents.
An English language transcript is below:

THIS IS A MURDER.
A CORPSE SURROUNDS THIS EDIFICE.
THE LIGHT OF THE CORPSE WILL NEVER REACH YOU.
ONLY THE EDIFICE'S GLOW EVER WILL.
HERE THE PROTECTOR DIED IN DEFENSE OF THE DEAD.
THE DEAD WERE WAILING AS THEY WERE FEASTED UPON BY THE MAWS.
THE PROTECTOR HALTED THE FEAST.
THE PROTECTOR WAS FEASTED UPON.
THIS IS A DAMNATION:
THE MAWS WILL BE EVISCERATED.
SINCE EXISTENCE'S BIRTH THE PROTECTOR STRUGGLED.
THE NATAL WORLD CALLED FOR HER AID AND DESPITE HIS5 HESITATION HE ASCENDED
FIGHTING THE MAWS FOR AS LONG AS ZHE LIVED.
RESEARCHING THE WORKINGS OF REALITY INSIDE-OUT.
WIELDING THE CURRENTS OF ITS CIRCUITRY TO OUR ADVANTAGE.
HE WON TIME AND TIME AGAIN.
BUT REALITY NEVER BLESSED ZIR FOR IT.
IN THE SCARS OF HER LIGHT I COULD SEE THERE WAS NEVER A CALM FOR HER.
AND WHEN WE STRUGGLED AMONGST OURSELVES XE DEDICATED EVERYTHING VE COULD TO PREVENTING THE WORST.
EVEN WHEN SHE BLED.
EVEN WHEN SHE KNEW WE WOULD FALL.
EVEN WHEN THERE WERE ONLY TWO OF US LEFT.
THIS IS A DEMAND:
WE MUST NOT STOP FIGHTING.
XE WAS NOT CONSUMED TO BE FORGOTTEN.
XE WAS NOT CONSUMED TO BE ABANDONED.
WE WILL PERSEVERE.

MEMORIAL SIX OF SEVEN.
THERE WILL NEVER BE A FOURTH.

Based on the reactions of Ortothan mythology adherents, this is in reference to Yorun-leusan, the sixth of seven gods tasked with protecting reality from extrauniversal threats.6 As Yorun-leusan purportedly died in 2000 Anno Terra,7 it is unclear how light from the anomaly has reached Sol so soon. Alongside the message contents, subjects claim to see sparks of light from inside the Southern Local Supervoid, as well as hearing "teeth clanging against metal" when they consider it. The Astronomy Department has detected massive bursts of ultra-high-energy gamma rays from the Supervoid.
Currently, the creator of the anomaly is unverified.

Footnotes
1. See Document M2R1/9054V: Compiled media on the June 2056 New Seoul Observatory press release.
2. A massive near-empty region of space, possessing a diameter upwards of 112 Mpc, the narrowest observed width in its structure.
3. This only applies to persons witnessing newly recorded data first-hand. Copies of the data, transmissions of it, and any reproductions of it lack the same effect. Reproductions do not display any signs of physical abnormalities within SCP-5471's region of space.
4. Studies with select extrasolar residents are still being conducted.
5. Based on Ortothan beliefs of the divine being agender or genderfluid in nature, these are presumably referring to the same subject.
6. As these threats are characterized to be voracious, malevolent entities, all mentions of the "maws" are presumably in reference to them.
7. Circumstances were the defense of the Ortothan afterlife.

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A Portal to a Mansion in the Back of a Van

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Item #: SCP-5472
Level 4/5472

Object Class: Euclid
Classified

Assigned Site
Site Director
Research Head
Assigned Task Force

Area-73
Dir. Lester Kuo
Rs. Wilson Duong
N/A

SCP-5472-1 at the time of discovery.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5472-1 is to be contained within the Vehicle Containment Garage of Area-73. Standard maintenance schedules are to be followed.
SCP-5472-2 and PoI-5472 are to be contained in separate humanoid containment chambers. Any requested amenities from both individuals are subject to approval by the Lead Researcher.
SCP-5472-3 is to be contained in a standard storage locker. Analysis and translation efforts are to be performed daily.
Description: SCP-5472 is a spatial anomaly located within the rear cargo hold of SCP-5472-1; a 2013 Ford Transit Connect cargo van. The rear doors of the vehicle are the only known method of accessing SCP-5472. The side cargo doors have been welded shut, with the original factory ordered partition installed. The vehicle otherwise operates identically to a non-anomalous automobile.

A bedroom in SCP-5472.

SCP-5472 resembles the interior of a large residential mansion, with three floors totaling an estimated 375 square metres. All doors and windows that would lead to an exterior have been welded shut; the only method of leaving SCP-5472 is through the front doors of the residence; these doors correspond to that of SCP-5472-1. All windows are translucent, but let in seemingly natural sunlight corresponding to the day and night cycle of SCP-5472-1's current geographical location.
SCP-5472 receives electricity, water, and natural gas through unknown means. Through experimentation, it has been discovered that these services are only active when SCP-5472-1's engine is active.
SCP-5472-2 is a 35 year old human male named "Engel Dominicus", who was the sole inhabitant of SCP-5472 prior to containment. The individual created the spatial anomaly within SCP-5472-1 through an unknown method believed to have been invented by PoI-5472, a 38 year old male named "Manny van Portshire". Both individuals possess hostile behavior towards the Foundation;1 protocols are active to attempt to pacify and induce cooperative behavior in both individuals.
SCP-5472-3 is a composition notebook, its contents written by PoI-5472. It contains alleged instruction on how SCP-5472 was created written with diagrams in a unknown language.
Discovery: On September 9, 2019, a security guard at the Northwest Mall in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, alerted authorities regarding "a homeless man living in a van in the parking lot". Members of the Vancouver Police Department arrived to investigate the situation, when an officer inadvertently entered SCP-5472. His consequential report triggered standard Foundation law enforcement surveillance software, and Area-73 personnel were dispatched to secure the anomaly. SCP-5472-2 was transported with SCP-5472-1 to Area-73.

Addendum 01: An interview with SCP-5472-2 was conducted shortly after initial containment.

Transcript 5472-1
Interviewed: SCP-5472-2
Interviewer: Researcher Daniel Waller
Date: September 11, 2019

<Begin Log>
Researcher Waller: Please state your name for the record.
SCP-5472-2: It's Engel. Engel Dominicus.
Waller: Mr. Dominicus, your choice of residence is of great interest to us.
SCP-5472-2: You mean the portal to a mansion in the back of my van?
Waller: Yes. What is your reason for choosing to live in such a situation?
SCP-5472-2: Well, I didn't really choose to live in a mansion in the back of my van, it just kind of happened.
Waller: I understand. I meant to ask you about the circumstances leading up to your current living situation.
SCP-5472-2: <sighs> Ok, so I lost my job as a welder a few years ago, right? I still had some money saved up, so I bought a van so I could start my own mobile welding business. But my old boss had a really bad reputation, so I barely got any clients.
SCP-5472-2 pauses.
SCP-5472-2: Last year, I got evicted by my landlord; she kicked me out cause she raised the rent and I couldn't pay. I slept in my van for a while, before I met this guy who promised to build me a place to stay. He told me all this weird stuff… I'm not sure how to put it into words….
Waller: He taught you how to create this portal, Mr. Dominicus?
SCP-5472-2: Sort of? He gave me this book he wrote about how to make a portal to a mansion in the back of my van. I followed the instructions in the book, it took me a few weeks of trial and error, but eventually it worked. Place has three floors, heating and air conditioning. AC in Canada. I don't really understand how it works, but a place to live is a place to live.
Waller: And where is this book?
SCP-5472-2: I… um… don't remember.
Waller: Do you at least remember who wrote this book?
SCP-5472-2: Um…
SCP-5472-2 begins to sweat.
Waller: Are you withholding information from us, Mr. Dominicus?
SCP-5472-2: <nervous> I… I said too much.
Waller: What is the name of this person who taught you the process? You are definitely withholding their name. What is it?
SCP-5472-2: Look sir, if it's about me parking overnight at that mall, I'm sorry about that, it won't happen again.
Waller: Mr. Dominicus… what is the name of this individual?
A five second pause.
Waller: Mr. Dominicus, if you fail to produce a proper answer, we will continue to detain you until you do. Please tell me the name of the individual who taught you how to-
SCP-5472-2: It's "Manny van Portshire".
Another pause.
Waller: Thank you for your cooperation.
<End Log>

Following the interview, the individual mentioned by SCP-5472-2 was designated as PoI-5472, and investigation into their whereabouts was conducted.
As a precaution, Area-73 agents performed a search of SCP-5472 for the aforementioned book, preemptively designated SCP-5472-3. The search was unsuccessful.

Addendum 02: Foundation research into civilian records revealed PoI-5472 to be residing in a homeless shelter in Lancewood, British Columbia, Canada. Area-73 personnel successfully detained the individual on September 13, 2019, and PoI-5472 was subsequently interviewed.

Transcript 5472-2
Interviewed: PoI-5472, SCP-5472-2
Interviewer: Researcher Daniel Waller
Date: September 14, 2019

<Begin Log>
Researcher Waller: Please state your name for the record.
PoI-5472: Manny, eh.
A three second pause.
Waller: Manny…?
PoI-5472: Yes?
Waller: Do you know anyone by the name of "Engel Dominicus"?
PoI-5472: <gasps> Yes! Yes I do! Are you looking for him? I am too!
Waller: We've already detained "Engel" prior to detaining you. Would you like to speak to him?
PoI-5472: Of course! Where is he?
Waller: <to observing researchers> Could you bring SCP-5472-2 into the room?
PoI-5472: Who is S… SC… P…?
Agent Chester McMahon brings SCP-5472-2 into the interrogation chamber and exits.
SCP-5472-2: What the hell? Manny?
PoI-5472: Engel? Where have you been?
SCP-5472-2: Well, I managed to work out the portal to the mansion in the back of my van. Now I have a portal to a-
PoI-5472: Wait, did you actually get it working? Without me?
SCP-5472-2: I guess I did. Would've been a lot easier if you were still around, but-
PoI-5472: I didn't have a choice, I told you! I also told you to stay put in Lancewood when you were working on it!
Waller: Sirs, I request that both of you remain calm.
PoI-5472: <upset> This fucker here took this book I wrote about how to- how to make a- where's my book, Engel?
SCP-5472-2: I think it was… I think…
PoI-5472: Spit it out!
SCP-5472-2: I think I lost it.
A short pause.
PoI-5472: Bull. Shit. You know how precious that book is to me and you. You would never misplace it like that.
SCP-5472-2: Manny, I'm sorry, but-
PoI-5472: It's in that mansion, isn't it? That mansion in the back of your van? You definitely hid it somewhere in there. Where else could it be?
Waller: We had the mansion searched, we didn't-
PoI-5472: You know what? How about we search for the book together? In the mansion?
SCP-5472-2: Well… um… I don't think that will be-
Waller: Actually, I'll speak with my supervisors about letting you both search the space together.
PoI-5472: Cool.
SCP-5472-2: Oh… ok.
<End Log>

Following the interview, Lead Researcher Wilson Duong and Researcher Waller submitted a request to Area-73 Director Lester Kuo to allow both individuals to enter SCP-5472 temporarily in a second attempt to search it for SCP-5472-3.

Addendum 03: On September 15, 2019, approval was given from Director Kuo for SCP-5472-2 and PoI-5472 to enter SCP-5472 under the supervision of Foundation agents.

Exploration 5472-1

Date: September 15, 2019
Subject: SCP-5472
Team Lead: Agent Preston McNealy
Team Members: Agent Sennlatra Farmos, Agent Dexter Lewis, SCP-5472-2, PoI-5472

[BEGIN LOG]
SCP-5472-2 opens the rear doors of SCP-5472-1.2
SCP-5472-2: Ladies first? <chuckles>
The other four individuals enter SCP-5472; SCP-5472-2 is last, and closes the door behind them.
SCP-5472-2: So this is my van mansion, or as I like to call it, my "vansion". I'm not sure what to show you guys, but-
Agent McNealy: Alright men, where should we search first? Lewis?
Agent Lewis: I vote to start here in the foyer.
Agent Farmos: Me too.
PoI-5472: Wait, wait, I wanna see this place for myself, it's very impressive.
Agent McNealy: We don't have time for that, sir. <to the other agents> Start searching the foyer.
The five begin to search for SCP-5472-3 in the foyer.

[EXTRANEOUS DATA OMITTED]

SCP-5472-2, now visibly nervous, PoI-5472, and the agents are searching the third floor rooms of SCP-5472. It has been three hours and twenty minutes since the beginning of the search.
Agent McNealy: <annoyed> Mr. Dominicus, I will ask this one last time. Where is the last place you saw this book?
SCP-5472-2 nervously coughs.
SCP-5472-2: Umm… I need to use the john. So I can… think?
Agent McNealy: The bathrooms here won't work because we had the-
SCP-5472-2: Yes, they will. Don't ask me how.
PoI-5472: Engel, if you hid my book somewhere, or if the cops took it, just tell me. Please, I don't want to keep going on this wild goose chase.
Agent Farmos: I don't really mind. I get paid by the hour.
SCP-5472-2 runs into a bathroom and locks the door behind them. Two minutes pass. A clanking sound is heard from the bathroom.
Agent McNealy: That's odd. What's he doing in there?
PoI-5472: Holy shit, I think he's… he's ripping my book apart… to flush it down the toilet!
The agents run to the bathroom door and begin to knock.
Agent Lewis: Sir! Sir! Open this door right now! Open this door!
Agent Farmos equips his Foundation-issued baton and begins to knock down the bathroom door.
SCP-5472-2: Wait, wait! I'm not done yet!
Agent Farmos successfully breaks open the bathroom door, revealing SCP-5472-2 tearing apart SCP-5472-3 and pushing its pages into a toilet.
PoI-5472: My book! What are you doing to my book?
SCP-5472-2 activates the handle to the toilet. Nothing occurs. Agent Farmos points his baton at them.
Agent Farmos: Sir, put the book down right now! Put it down!

SCP-5472-3 at the time of recovery.

SCP-5472-2 drops the remainder of SCP-5472-3 on the bathroom floor. Agent Farmos picks it up. Its front reads "How to Make a Portal to a Mansion in the Back of a Van by [PoI-5472]".
Agent Farmos: Looks like this is the book we're looking for.
PoI-5472: My… my book! It's ruined! What the fuck, Engel?
SCP-5472-2: I… I couldn't…
PoI-5472: You were never planning on giving me my book back, huh? You'd rather destroy it?
Agent Farmos retrieves the removed pages of SCP-5472-3 out of the toilet bowl. All pages are dry.
Agent Farmos: Looks like the toilet doesn't work.
Agent McNealy: I made sure to have the van's engine off for this excursion. I had a hunch something like this would happen.
Agent Lewis: Good thinking, McNealy. No idling engine, no water to flush down any books.
SCP-5472-2: Wait, how did you guys know that-
Agent McNealy: You think we didn't study this place before we let you guys in again?
PoI-5472: Um… if it's ok with you guys, I'll just take what's left of my book, and I'll be on my way.
Agent Lewis grabs PoI-5472's arm to prevent them from taking SCP-5472-3 from Agent Farmos.
Agent Lewis: Not so fast, sir. We need to study this book so we can learn how this spatial anomaly was created.
PoI-5472: So that means we don't get to leave?
Agent Farmos: I assure you that your detainment is temporary. Let's talk about this more outside the building.
SCP-5472-2: Wait, wait, so you guys finally have this book, and yet you'll still keep us locked up?
Agent McNealy: Sir, you made us waste three hours of our lives to search for this book, then you attempted to destroy it. We are not in the mood for-
SCP-5472-2: Hey, this is my van and my mansion! You have been unlawfully detaining me from living here!
Agent Lewis: The manner in which this residence was constructed to fit within this vehicle does not obey the laws of physics. Therefore, we are here to investigate the-
PoI-5472: We just want places to live! We just want a roof over our heads that we can call our own! Is that too much to ask?
Agent Lewis: As we've stated before, this is a temporary measure which will end once we figure out this anomaly. We request your continued cooperation.
During their argument, Agent Farmos examines the remainder of SCP-5472-3.
Agent Farmos: What is this stuff? I can't make out any of it.
Agent Lewis takes a peek at SCP-5472-3.
Agent Lewis: Okay, we definitely need you two to stay and help us decode this. It looks like a mix of Swahili and Korean.
PoI-5472: No-no-no-no no, that is my property! Give it back!
PoI-5472 attempts to grab SCP-5472-3 from Agent Farmos, who restrains them from doing so. Agent Lewis begins to restrain SCP-5472-2.
SCP-5472-2: Ow, ow! This is illegal! Who do you think you are?
PoI-5472: Give me my fuckin' book back!
Agent McNealy prepares his tranquilizing equipment as the other two agents restrain both individuals.
PoI-5472: I want my book back!
Agent McNealy administers tranquilizers to both individuals. Following their submission, Agent Farmos gathers the remaining pieces of SCP-5472-3, and the three agents exit SCP-5472 with Agent Lewis carrying SCP-5472-2 and Agent McNealy carrying PoI-5472.
[END LOG]

Due to SCP-5472-2's attempted destruction of evidence related to an anomalous phenomenon, their amenity privileges were revoked following Exploration 5472-1.

Addendum 04: Another interrogation with SCP-5472-2 was conducted following Exploration 5472-1.

Transcript 5472-3
Interviewed: SCP-5472-2
Interviewer: Lead Researcher Wilson Duong
Date: September 20, 2019

<Begin Log>
Researcher Duong: Hello, Mr. Dominicus. I've brought you in here to discuss your attempted destruction of Mr. van Portshire's book.
SCP-5472-2 does not respond.
Duong: We do not wish to continue disciplinary measures against you. We simply want to perform research of your living space. As we've said many times before, it does not conform to the laws of physics, and we want to figure out why.
SCP-5472-2 continues to remain inert.
Duong: I'll begin by asking your reasons as to withholding the book from us and Mr. van Portshire. You clearly went to great lengths to hide it. What is the reason?
A short silence.
SCP-5472-2: Mister… Du…
Duong: It's pronounced "Duong".
SCP-5472-2: Do you know what it's like to be homeless, living in a van, Mr. Duong?
Duong: No… I can't say that I know.
SCP-5472-2: There's no place to shower, you have to piss or poop in public bathrooms, or even in the streets, the van gets really hot or really cold very quickly, and you have to keep driving everywhere so people don't think you're some sort of kidnapper.
A short pause.
SCP-5472-2: Cops don't leave you alone. Some are polite, but most of them threaten you with arrest or violence. You don't have a proper address, so it's hard to get any sort of mail. Of course, there's also the problem of getting any sort of money for gas or food. Do you know what that's like?
Duong: Um… I've been fortunate enough not to-
SCP-5472-2: Me too! Until one day, the boss says that he lost a contract, and the entire company falls apart. I tried winging it on my own, but having to start all over again is really discouraging, don't you think?
Duong: I would agree with that. But how does this relate to-
SCP-5472-2: I'm getting to that. So I meet Manny in a homeless shelter, right? We talked a lot, and eventually he told me that he knew how to make spaces that are bigger on the inside than out, that got my attention. He wrote this book about it, that's what I tried to flush down the toilet last time, right?
Duong: I'm listening.
SCP-5472-2: So first, he did this small demonstration for me to prove he was legit, and promised to make me a mansion for my van. But then the cops arrest him for some bullshit jaywalking charge, so he left his book with me while he went to court. It took me weeks to figure out the rest.
Duong: And you successfully managed to create the space without him?
SCP-5472-2: Of course I did. Didn't you see how surprised he was?
Duong: I suppose so. Continue.
SCP-5472-2: Since Manny was out of the picture, and I had no idea when he'd be freed, I decided that since I managed to make my van mansion, or "vansion", I'd be able to earn some money by making vansions for others.
Duong: How many more "van mansions" were you able to make?
SCP-5472-2: <chuckles> I couldn't find anyone willing to hire me. In hindsight, I must've sounded crazy, like another mentally ill homeless man imagining a better past. I even drove to Vancouver, where the housing market is really expensive, to find people desperate enough to hire someone who lives in a van. I even offered to give tours of my vansion, but no one took me up on the offer. Now that I think about it, I must've seemed really, really suspicious.
Duong: So no other van mansions besides your own?
SCP-5472-2: Basically, although if things went my way, there would've been a lot more soon enough.
Duong: Please elaborate.
SCP-5472-2: One day, I was giving my pitch to the owner of an antique shop, and I held up my book and let her look through it. Instead of the usual confusion, something in her eyes lit up. She pulled out her phone and walked into the backroom, probably to call someone.
Duong: What shop was this? And what was her name?
SCP-5472-2: I don't remember, but what I do remember was her coming back with her phone on speaker, and there was someone on the other end. He called himself "Carter" and wanted to get a phone number from me so we can set up a meeting about my book.
Duong: Carter…
SCP-5472-2: I told him I didn't have a phone, he laughed a bit and asked me more questions through that lady's phone. I offered to give him a tour, and he said he'd send someone out to take a look and make me an offer.
Duong: For the book?
SCP-5472-2: Yes! I was so excited to finally be listened to, to be taken seriously!
Duong: Quick question, if you wanted to sell the book to someone else, why did you decide to hide it from us, and eventually attempt to destroy it?
A short silence.
SCP-5472-2: He… he told me not to let anyone else know about the book; not to let anyone else find it. He told me… that there are other people out there who hunt down people who know how to create spaces like I do, and kill them. He told me not to let the book fall into the wrong hands, because that could spell my death, and the destruction of what I built.
Another short silence.
Duong: Mr. Dominicus, I understand your plight. There are other organizations out there who indeed intend on destroying anomalies and the people associated with them. But rest assured, we are not one of those organizations.
SCP-5472-2: Wait, then who are you guys?
Duong: We call ourselves the Foundation, and while we do search for anomalies and people who participate in them, we pride ourselves in keeping them alive and functioning. While we do have to hide them from the world to preserve a sense of normalcy, we refuse to engage in unnecessary destruction. Oftentimes, we have to protect people and things from outsiders who wish to misuse anomalies for their own twisted goals.
SCP-5472-2: So… you're not going to kill me?
Duong: Nope. Rather, we'd like for you and van Portshire to help us decipher the book in question, to further our understanding of anomalous phenomena for the benefit of humanity.
SCP-5472-2 sighs in relief.
SCP-5472-2: I'm in. Oh, and sorry about the book.
Duong: Don't worry, I have a feeling that van Portshire will be able to fill in the missing pieces.
<End Log>

SCP-5472-2 was returned to their chamber following the interrogation. A behavioral review was scheduled for September 24, 2019.
On the same day, PoI-5472 was interrogated shortly after SCP-5472-2's interrogation.

Transcript 5472-4
Interviewed: PoI-5472
Interviewer: Researcher Wilson Duong
Date: September 20, 2019

<Begin Log>
Researcher Duong: Hello, Mr. van Portshire. We'd like to check in on you following the events from a few days ago.
PoI-5472: Sure.
Duong: As you and Mr. Dominicus know, the method in which he created the spatial anomaly in his vehicle is of great interest to us. And as we know, you are the one who pioneered it. Please explain to me how you invented this procedure?
PoI-5472: If I tell you how, can I get what's left of my book back?
Duong: If we return the book to you, we request that you translate its contents in return.
PoI-5472: You want your own mansion, huh? I get it.
Duong: Not exactly. Also, we're getting off track here, I'd like us to focus on the history behind your development of this anomaly.
PoI-5472: <sighs> Sure. So one night, about five years ago, I started being able to communicate with these… how should I say this… yellow people.
Duong: Yellow people?
PoI-5472: No-no-no, I didn't mean anything like that, these were literal yellow people. They were about twice my height, no faces, and talked to me in a way that wasn't verbal, but… it's hard to explain if you've never met them before.
Duong: These people taught you how to make spatial anomalies?
PoI-5472: Basically, yeah. I'm not bullshittin' or anything, I'm being serious. I know that's hard to believe, but these people were the ones to teach me how to create large spaces where there should be small ones. I have trouble remembering all of it now, but I still remembered enough for that book I wrote that Engel tried flushing down the toilet.
Duong: I believe you.
PoI-5472: You do? Are you sure?
Duong: Yes. Please continue disclosing your history.
PoI-5472: Ok, so eventually, these people stopped showing up, but at that point, I was able to memorize how to make these spaces pretty well. I remember making spaces in air ducts so I could watch my wife cheating on me.
Duong: I'm sorry to hear that.
PoI-5472: Whatever, this was four years ago. She kicked me out to hide her infidelity from me when I already knew.
Duong: Out of curiosity, where was this house you used to live in with her?
PoI-5472: Don't remember, don't care. All I'm glad for is that I took my book with me, where I wrote down everything those alien things told me about. Until Engel tried flushing it down the toilet.
Duong: After that, you were homeless, correct?
PoI-5472: Yeah, and I didn't have the tools I needed to make a nice mansion like Engel did. You need welding supplies, the heat they give out is part of the process. I paid good money for lessons and equipment, until my ex kicked me out and kept all my gear. Honestly, that's kind of why I got along with Engel a lot, I guess. He and I planned on living in his van mansion together, until that bastard Mountie came along.
Duong: When you went to court, Mr. Dominicus left you behind?
PoI-5472: With my book! He took my book and abandoned me! I would never have found him again if you guys didn't show up.
Duong: Good thing we did.
PoI-5472: Anyway, I told you my dark past, could you give me what's left of my book?
Duong: Once again, if we return your book to you, you are to translate its contents in return.
PoI-5472: Ok ok, got it. I'll do it. Book, please.
Researcher Daniel Waller enters the room with SCP-5472-3, and places it in front of PoI-5472. They begin to examine the pages.
PoI-5472: My book… it's ruined…
Duong: We tried recovering all the pages, but we don't know which order they were written in.
PoI-5472: No, I understand. Bring Engel in here, I want to have a little chat with him.
Duong: I'm afraid we can't do that right now, Mr. van Portshire. He's on a probationary period due to the destruction of your book.
PoI-5472: I insist on talking to him! I insist!
Duong: Sir, I do not want to risk another conflict between you two. Maybe in a week or-
PoI-5472: Look, I'll calm down, alright? I just want to see him again on better terms.
Duong: I understand. I can arrange a meeting with the two of you over the phone. As of right now, I do not want to risk more conflict. You understand, right?
PoI-5472: <sighs> I do.
PoI-5472 continues to examine SCP-5472-3.
Duong: We'll begin joint studies of your book soon, van Portshire. We thank you for your cooperation.
<End Log>

Addendum 05: Following a behavioral review on September 25, 2019, SCP-5472-2 was permitted a 30-minute telephone conversation session with PoI-5472 for one week of good behavior.

Transcript 5472-5

<Begin Log>
PoI-5472: Engel, eh.
SCP-5472-2: Hi, Manny. It's been a week since… the incident. How've you been?
PoI-5472: They gave me my book back… or what's left of it.
SCP-5472-2: They don't want you to leave either, huh?
PoI-5472: Basically, but it's better than living in the homeless shelter in Lancewood. Say, why did you abandon me again?
SCP-5472-2: Look, Manny, I genuinely thought you were never coming back. You know how the system treats vagrants like us.
PoI-5472: I thought you would stay in Lancewood when you worked on the project. I asked you to stay put. Why didn't you?
SCP-5472-2: I told you, I thought you were never coming back, so I decided to go to Vancouver to sell my abilities to others. Eventually, someone offered to buy our book from us.
PoI-5472: Buy the-? Engel, you were gonna sell my book?
SCP-5472-2: Cause I needed the money for food and gas, and no one else hired me to make mansions in their vans, so-
PoI-5472: <upset> Engel, you wanted to sell my book! To who?
SCP-5472-2: This guy named Carter, I met him over the phone. I was gonna meet with a guy of his soon, but then these "Foundation" people found me and you. You understand my desperation, right? He sounded like he was gonna give me six figures.
PoI-5472: <sighs> Then why did you destroy my book when we went into your van mansion? Vansion?
SCP-5472-2: 'Cause… cause Carter really warned me about people who wanted to grab my book, and he said they'd kill me if they found the book… I really thought these people would… do such a thing…
SCP-5472-2 begins to cry.
SCP-5472-2: Manny… I'm sorry. I really needed some money of my own, and you weren't there anymore, and…
SCP-5472-2 continues to cry.
SCP-5472-2: I really wanted to show you my mansion, I really did. I was proud of myself for getting it done, but then you went to jail, and they wouldn't let me call you, so I thought I wouldn't see you again.
SCP-5472-2 ceases crying.
SCP-5472-2: I didn't think these people would actually spare me like this… I guess I was just really paranoid…
A short pause.
PoI-5472: <sighs> Engel… you freaked me out when you disappeared like that, eh. I thought we'd stay in Lancewood forever.
SCP-5472-2: I know, but once again, you were gone, so I thought I was on my own…
PoI-5472: Well, I don't think these people will let us leave anytime soon, so you shouldn't worry about me leaving again.
SCP-5472-2: Wait, so… we're cool?
A short silence.
PoI-5472: I guess so.
Another short silence.
SCP-5472-2: I'm sorry about your book, Manny.
PoI-5472: I understand, Engel. They found all the pages, and they weren't wet or anything. I can still sort of remember the order they went in. I'll put it back together in no time.
SCP-5472-2: Maybe if we tell them how we make these rooms, these mansions, they'll let us stay in ours.
A pause.
PoI-5472: I hope so too.
<End Log>

Joint experimentation and translation of SCP-5472-3 with SCP-5472-2 and PoI-5472 will begin on November 1, 2019.

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Footnotes
1. It has been deemed that SCP-5472-2 and PoI-5472 are not to be administered amnestics, as this would risk losing their ability to decipher SCP-5472-3.
2. Its engine remained inactive for the duration of the exploration.

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