Test Log - 4281-1-13

Interviewed: SCP-4281-1



Interviewer: Researcher C. Williams.

Foreword: The Holy Roller Casino was allowed to continue running normally during this test. The entrance to SCP-4281 was unlocked, and given the appearance of resumed public access. During the test, Foundation Security discretely warded people away from SCP-4281. Researcher Williams then entered the stall adjacent to SCP-4281-1. Researcher Williams was instructed to pose as a typical casino patron, and attempt a "personable" approach to gain information from SCP-4281-1.

<12:31AM ██/██/████ Begin Log>

Researcher Williams enters the stall, and sits down. After a pause, SCP-4281-1 engages conversation.

SCP-4281-1: Hey hey, doin’ alright in there bud?

Williams: Oh, yeah! Having a great time tonight! Name’s Cam.

SCP-4281-1: Good to know ya’ Cam! You know, I met a Cam once, out in West Bank, had to be fifteen years-

Williams: Oh hey, say, what’s your name?

SCP-4281-1: Ah I’m just an old rambler, but Cam, my Cam y’know, he was the kind of fella who-

Williams: Oh yeah, hah, we all know a guy like that. We had lots of them back East. So where are you from?

Given previous conversations, Researcher Williams had been instructed to aggressively head off SCP-4281-1 to prevent a "rant", while still appearing friendly.

SCP-4281-1: Wherever the wind takes me, you know how it is! Well, no, you don’t. You never even left Warrenton before all this! I guess that’s East of somethin’, all things relative, so I won’t call you a liar.

Williams: I-… hah, you got me buddy. Caught my accent huh? I traveled West to get here so-

SCP-4281-1: Oh-ho-ho! Not bad! "Never lie. A half-truth is much easier to swallow." Agent Porter would be proud!

Researcher Williams goes silent, awaiting instruction. Director Imani, his handler, tells him via earpiece to continue the test.

Williams: Alright, since you know who I work for, I'll stop with the pretense. Honestly though, I'm just here to chat. I want to get to know you! My name actually is Cam-

SCP-4281-1: You hate bein’ called Cam. Always have. ‘Creepy Cam’.

Williams: That-… what?

SCP-4281-1: That’s what they used to call ya, right? ‘Creepy Cam’. Hah! Not very creative. Then again Matt never was the thinkin’ type. Big though. Big, mean, held back two years, Daddy always givin' him the belt. He took that out on you, the little bastard. Him and his gang.

Williams: Yes- well, I’m sure you’ve got plenty of stories abo-

SCP-4281-1: ‘Creepy Cam’, always reading those big old books, dressing in black, drawing strange little doodles in his notebook. Smart as a whip, didn’t even need to try. Matt resented that, y’know. The guidance counselor was right, he was jealous! 'Course, knowing that didn't stop him from shovin' you in a trash can. That wasn't so bad though. Now mouthin’ off about your Ma, that was the worst. Even Matt regrets that. He didn't know, y'know? He didn't know she'd gotten sick. He feels bad about crossing that line, even today. He even apologizes to you in his sleep, then wakes up with wet eyes.

Williams: L-… Listen, could we talk about something else? I don’t think-

SCP-4281-1 creates a thumping sound against the dividing wall, three open-palm slaps.

SCP-4281-1: Ah cmon, buck up! It got better, right? Matt’s off pumping gas these days, and look at you! Big fancy science man at a secret lab! Hoo-wee! If those kids could see you now!

Director Imani calls to terminate the test given SCP-4281-1's current topic. Researcher Williams stands, and moves to open the door.

SCP-4281-1: Hey, whoa there! I didn't mean to offend! I thought we were getting to know each other!

Researcher Williams exits the stall. SCP-4281-1 is heard shouting.

SCP-4281-1: Hey, cmon Cam- er, Cameron! It's all in the past, y'know? You're a popular guy now! Lots of "creepy" friends, right?

Director Imani instructs Researcher Williams not to engage. Researcher Williams moves to exit the washroom.

SCP-4281-1: Shame what's happening to Lawrence though!

Researcher Williams stops with his hand on the door, pauses, then turns and re-enters the stall. Director Imani reiterates that the test has ended.

SCP-4281-1: Not surprising, y'know. He never was quite as clever as you. Kind, though. Real kind. Sat with you on that first day, introduced you to everyone, even taught you how to kick the vending machine just right for a free soda! Good man, good man. Doesn't deserve what's happening to him, no sir.

Williams: What do you mean "happening". Lawrence is… he's dead.

Director Imani tells Researcher Williams not to divulge any additional information. Researcher Williams disconnects his earpiece and microphone, dropping them to the stall floor.

SCP-4281-1: Hah! Dead!? Not by half! Real kick in the pants, that. ‘Course, if I walked into a big angry cave full of screamin' rocks I’d sure-

Williams: Wait, please, what do you mean?

SCP-4281-1: -think twice about not bringin' a map! Heck, I nearly got lost one time in this big ol’ K-Mart off the I-29. Y’know, back in-

Williams: Wait, just wait-!

SCP-4281-1: - the day before they shut down. Funny story there. See, the manager of that-there K-Mart had a-

Williams: Please, please just stop talking for one second! Please! Is Lawrence alive!? How can I find him!?

Security personnel enter the washroom. Researcher Williams is advised to leave the stall.

SCP-4281-1: -welve horses! Can you believe it? The poor kid on cash was there with a mop until past midnight just tryin' to-

Williams: Wait! Guys- just listen, he knows something about- No, please, just give me another five minutes to-

Security Officer ███: [REDACTED]

After a short pause, Researcher Williams is voluntarily escorted out of the washroom.

SCP-4281-1: So I said to him- Oh! Uh, well, alright then! Have a good night fellas! Come back any time!

No audio is recorded for 4 minutes.

At 1:49AM, Researcher William's microphone picks up several labored breaths, and a long, deep sigh. SCP-4281-1 is heard speaking quietly.

SCP-4281-1: God dang it. Things were going so well. What'd I do wrong? People like talkin' about themselves, right? … I shoulda' just told him the trucker story. Everyone loves that story. Or maybe I shoulda' mentioned-… nah, he would have found that boring. Maybe I coulda'- no, that's just stupid. Dang it. Dang it!

Another 10 seconds elapse.

SCP-4281-1: Dang it.

Another 45 seconds of silence follows.



SCP-4281-1: …Why am I like this.

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