Interviewed: SCP-2902-1

Interviewer: Researcher Lucy Chang

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

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Chang: Good afternoon, SCP-2902-1.

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

Chang: I wouldn't call yourself a —

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

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

SCP-2902-1: Well, I cannot find anything to complain about, if that's what you are asking, Ms. Chang. I am in an… adequate room, and I am with Miles. I think of you people like my doctors; you take me in, and try to make me feel better. I don't think you can cure whatever I have, though. It is a very strange condition. (SCP-2902-1 separates, its skeleton scratching and tilting its head in puzzlement, before rejoining.)

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

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

Chang: Miles? SCP-2902-2?

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

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

Chang: But you were caught again?

SCP-2902-1: Yes, I was. (SCP-2902-1 places SCP-2902-2 back on the floor.) I hid Miles in my pack before Uncle's men saw me. When they took me back, I hid the bag in my closet before Uncle beat me again. I remember the only thing I was thinking of as he punched me was hoping that Miles wouldn't make any noise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

SCP-2902-1: I didn't speak to any one at first. I was in awe. But yes, I saw many people with strange things about them. There was a man who was on fire all the time, but he didn't scream or burn, just walked and danced like a normal person. There was a man with a huge mouth. I thought he was funny; he looked like a frog and he kept eating everything!

Chang: How did you end up joining them?

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

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

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

Chang: A girl?

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

Chang: What did she do after?

SCP-2902-1: She told me she was sorry about Miles, that she saw what had happened. She asked me if I wanted to leave, and of course I said yes. So she took my hand, and the flowers in her head grew bigger and started to glow. The one in my hand did too. The flowers and leaves pushed the bars out and we began to fly out. Her flowers lifted us up into the air, into the night. We flew back to the Circus, and I knew a would have a new life, finally; I would be happy for years to come.

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