Interviewer: Agent Christopher Pennings.

Interviewee: SCP-3933-D (Brian Hanson).

Notes: Interview conducted two weeks after initial containment. At the recommendation of the attending psychologist, permission was given to refer to SCP-3933-D by its name rather than designation for the purposes of ensuring cooperation.

Pennings: Mr. Hanson, hello. Can I get you anything? Water, coffee?

SCP-3933-D: Brian, please. And no, I'm fine.

Pennings: Okay, let's get started then. Did you notice anything unusual in the time leading up to the concert? Hours? Days or even weeks?

SCP-3933-D: No. No, I don't think so. I mean, Neil was a little more fucked up than normal, but that's not really weird, just Neil being Neil. Just a lot of rehearsals, you know. Practising the new songs, doing promos and interviews with magazines, standard shit.

Pennings: What was it - what was he on, do you know?

SCP-3933-D: Whatever he could get his hands on. Blow, dope. He was drunk more often than not. Never seemed to slow him down though. You know what people say, band becomes successful, they all go off the rails on drugs and fall apart, but Neil never missed a practice.

Pennings: What about you? Try anything new? Get a new dealer?

SCP-3933-D: Nah, man. We all tried some shit when we first hit it big, but the first time I took something I spent the next six hours throwing up. Haven't touched anything but beer since.

Pennings: And the others?

SCP-3933-D: Will was the same as me, didn't touch the stuff. Markus used to mess around a bit with Neil, but not for years as far as I know. You think drugs did this?

Pennings: Probably not. Just trying to eliminate obvious angles. Anybody new in your life?

SCP-3933-D: No. At least uh, not anyone that stuck around til morning, you know what I mean?

Pennings: Right, okay. Let's talk about the concert. Tell me what happened.

SCP-3933-D: Man, I have no fucking idea. The whole thing was… I dunno. God.

Pennings: It's okay. Just start at the beginning. Before you went on stage.

SCP-3933-D: Okay, sure. Everything was fine backstage. We were all pumped, the sound check went fine. We went out - the crowd went nuts, like they always do. We opened with Dawn of Rock, the fans always love that one. We played a couple of other songs after that, older stuff.

Pennings: And that's when you played your new song? Toxic Love?

SCP-3933-D: Yeah… Markus did this thing, "We've got something new for you now!", you know, hype the crowd up a bit. Then we started playing. Everything was great for… I dunno, maybe a minute? They were loving it. And then about half way through the first chorus, everything got real quiet. Everyone in the crowd just kind of uh, stopped. Then they all started mumbling. Something was obviously wrong, I thought the sound setup had failed or something.

Pennings: What did you do?

SCP-3933-D: We kept playing. Didn't stop until we noticed people were leaving. Slowly at first, but I could see the crowd moving away from the stage. Then someone yelled something. I couldn't tell what, but it sounded angry. That's when the fights started. Things sometimes get a bit rowdy up front, but nothing like this. Markus tried telling them to stop with the mic, but it was like they couldn't even hear him.

Pennings: Do you remember what he said?

SCP-3933-D: Uh, no, not really. Just yelling at them to stop, then yelling for security to get out there. No one did anything though.

Pennings: Did you see anyone watching you? Anyone watching the stage?

SCP-3933-D: No, everyone had turned away. It's like we weren't even there. We left the stage then, trying to work out what the hell was going on. We found Ian, our manager, but he completely ignored us. Neil grabbed him by the shoulders and started shaking him, but he barely even reacted. Just looked confused. Everyone else was the same, treated us like we weren't even there. A couple of people walked right into us, but they just carried on like nothing had happened.

Pennings: When did you leave the stage? Where did you go?

SCP-3933-D: We went back to our hotel. We were… I mean I don't want to sound egotistical here, but we're four of the most famous people on the planet right now. And everyone was treating us like we were ghosts. We had no idea what the fuck was going on.

Pennings: Anything happen on the way?

SCP-3933-D: People were still treating us like we were invisible for about half the walk. Once we got further away people started recognising us again. A couple of people came up to us on the streets, which is what usually happens. I felt a little bad, I normally have a lot of time for our fans but with everything that was going on, Neil kind of lost it, snapped at the guy. The staff at the hotel seemed normal too.

Pennings: Did you talk to any of them?

SCP-3933-D: No, we went straight up to my room. Sat there all night, trying to work out what the fuck had happened. Tried to call Ian and the label, but no one answered. We all went to bed eventually, but I don't think any of us really slept. The whole thing was terrifying. It was like the whole world had gone nuts, and we were the last sane people left.

Pennings: I can only imagine. We didn't find you until about three weeks after that, what did you do in the mean time?

SCP-3933-D: The hotel was paid up for a few days, so we stayed there. We eventually got through to some people on the phone at the label, but when they picked it up they acted like there was no one on the other end. They all just hung up after saying "who's there?" a few times. And our… our parents, they did the same thing. All of our parents, like we didn't even exist. It seemed to get worse from there.

Pennings: In what way?

SCP-3933-D: Like, half the hotel staff could see us the next day, and half couldn't. We'd be talking to one of them, and another would come along and look at them like they were crazy, asking who they were talking to. That got uh, that got uncomfortable real quick. Led to some fights. Happened a lot over the next day. We started avoiding people, but it didn't really matter. A couple of days later, everyone was the same. We would have stayed at the hotel but they gave our rooms to someone else. We were expecting the cops to show up the entire time to arrest us or at least question us or something, but there was nothing. The news mentioned a big riot in the city, but nothing about us.

Pennings: Neil said that you visited your parents after the hotel, is that correct?

SCP-3933-D: Yeah. Yeah it was… God help me.

Pennings: It's okay, take your time.

SCP-3933-D: No, sorry, it's okay. Will had driven to the hotel, luckily, so we had a car. Yeah, we went to my parents. They live about an hour outside the city, so it was the closest place we could think to go. They… it was the same as everywhere. They completely ignored me. Their own son. I broke down a bit, I think. Started waving around photos of me, but they didn't notice that either. Started screaming at them, yelling, but it was all pointless. My own parents didn't know I even existed.

Pennings: I'm sorry, that must have been rough.

SCP-3933-D: They say Hell is the absence of God. Have you heard that? I think it's from the Bible or something. Markus used to say that we were bigger than God. What if God heard him, and now he's abandoned us? Or maybe we died on that stage. Maybe it collapsed and crushed us all. Either way, this is Hell.

(Silence.)

SCP-3933-D: We're never getting out of here, are we? This is it now for us?

Pennings: We're still trying to work that out.

SCP-3933-D: Maybe it would be better if we were dead.

Pennings: You won't be mistreated. You'll be comfortable.

SCP-3933-D: You won't let me play music anymore, you won't give me a guitar. I haven't seen the others since I got here. Being "comfortable", somehow that seems worse.

Pennings: I'm sorry, Brian. Once we have a better handle on what happened, maybe something can be arranged. Let's continue.