SCP-2542-A was discovered due to an uncharacteristic and unprecedented increase of illegal cannabis sale in Cleveland, OH, which was connected to a series of brutal murders following what was called “impossible disappearance(s).” When the cannabis was all found to be both indestructible under normal circumstances and more closely related to rafflesia than any other plant, the Foundation inserted itself into all attempts to apprehend those responsible.

Daniel Sheridan (POI-2542-1) was quickly found to be the source of this upswing in cannabis sales. Due to his prior work as a clerk at a local bookstore, the methods by which he was able to produce and/or procure SCP-2542-A were deemed to be anomalous, resulting in Foundation agents taking charge of all interviews. Herein is the first interview where the nature of SCP-2542 was established.

Interviewer: Are you comfortable? Do you need something to drink?

Daniel Sheridan: I'd like my lawyer is what I'd like. I didn't do any of that killing. That was him.

I: We're a little beyond that right now, Mr. Sheridan. I'd like you to tell me who this him was.

DS: Tayn't. Like, some weird elf devil name. T-A-Y-N-apostrophe-T. God. Fuck. I sound crazy. You're not going to believe me, are you?

I: I can't help you unless you tell me the truth. No matter how it sounds. How did you meet it?

DS: I didn't summon him or anything. I didn't sell my soul. I just, I don't know. I really wanted to get high. Really bad. And I just, I don't know. I kept wishing. And I think he heard me.

I: And Tayn't is the source of this marijuana you've been selling?

DS: I don't know if he grows it or anything. Or how he grows it. Uh, he doesn't live, well, here. I don't know. He doesn't live where we do.

I: Please explain, Mr. Sheridan.

DS: When you think of him, when you want it really bad, when you're jonesing, you just, I don't know, close your eyes. And you're there. It's wet. It smells terrible. It's dark, but I can see just enough. Things are glowing, but you can't tell where they are. It's hot. You know those ugly fucking smell flowers? The Pokemon one and the one that looks like a dick? They were everywhere. It was, uh, rot. That's where he lives. You think I'm crazy.

I: I've heard stranger. Continue.

DS: He lives in, like, a hut. It's filled with bugs. It's noisy. And it gets hotter the more you come in. But it's opulent, man. He's got, like, beetles fighting each other in cages right next to fucking, like, entire barrels of weed. And it was all good stuff. All purple. It smelled like heaven, and I wanted to sit right next up to it, because everything else smelled so bad. The bugs were everywhere, man.

I: Can you describe him to me?

DS: Big. He was always tall. He had weird ears. Sometimes sharp, all weird elf shit, but sometimes he didn't have any, just these weird holes. Lizard shit. Sometimes, he had a neck tattoo. It was always something gross. Something that didn't make sense. Like he saw a few hardasses in real life and tried to do it himself.

I: Can you give me an example?

DS: A gun with a vagina in it.

I: I see. Go on.

DS: I don't know. He just looked like something weird trying to be human. It was so fucking hot and humid in there, but he had the best weed. And I realized that, well, he didn't know what shit was worth. I remember the first time I got, like, ten ounces for fifty bucks. It was crazy. It was a fucking garbage bag. And he didn't bat an eye. Which would've been understandable, since I think a bug was crawling on it or something. But, I figured, all I had to do was hang out with this, uh, magic weed guy, and I'd keep buying weed from him. I've always had weird, obnoxious drug dealers, but this guy was worth it. I mean, he said a lot of weird things. He did weird stuff. And like, sometimes it'd be hard to look at him without getting a headache, but the stuff I got him from him was better than anything I'd ever had.

And he was, uh, nice to me, you know. Seemed to care about my problems. Always fronted me without shit. Since he was some weird elf demon thing, I figured he'd like sentimental items, you know? Like I figured they held magic. And I don't know if he was just doing it to be nice, or if he was, but he would always take, like, this crappy plastic rosary my grandma gave me when I was ten and give me, I don't know, fucking, sixty ounces like some fucking god kingpin amount.

I: Did he ever refuse a barter?

DS: Offered him my old PlayStation 2 memory card. He said he hated video games. He still gave me a few ounces as an apology. Like I said, he was really weird, but I think, he was ultimately a good guy.

I: Yet you say he was behind these murders?

DS I told my friend about him. My friend Johnny. I needed someone to hold onto this weed. I needed someone to help me deal. I told him how to meet Tayn't, and he did. He was a great partner. Knew him since grade school, you know. But he always got greedy. Always mouthy. Couldn't hold a secret either. Stupid idea.

I: Why would Tayn't harm your friend?

DS: Johnny'd been stealing from him for a while. Told some friends like him about the magic elf we got weed from. They'd all been stealing from him for a week before Tayn't found out.

I: What makes you believe Tayn't is behind these disappearances?

DS: Last time he called me. His place was hotter than hell. I was more nervous than I'd ever been. He was all teeth and darkness, and the smell was horrible. He was a plant, but he looked more like sharp. Like a rock. I pissed myself. I remember he told me I was a bad friend for inviting thieves into his home. I don't remember much. I don't think he spoke language so much as screamed. And, I never found him again. Week later, Johnny's body turned up all fucked up. People thought it was me, or a rival drug dealer. Then the others happened.

I: Do you believe Tayn't to be behind the disappearance and reappearance of people who took the marijuana you received from him?

DS: I mean, it makes sense. He always seemed like he wanted a friend. No one gives that much unless they need something in return. Liked having me visit. Maybe he'll find another bud. Hope no one else takes shit from him, though. Never thought he'd get so mad. I'm lucky I never got caught, I guess.

I: Thank you, Mr Sheridan. I'll leave you here, and we'll get you as much help as we can.

Using this information SCP-2542 was contained and confirmed through D-Class ingestion of SCP-2542-A causing DIONYSUS-12 Events. Daniel Sheridan was amnesticized and charged for drug dealing. The murders were ruled to be aggression from rival drug dealers.