Interviewed: SCP-4258-1

Interviewer: Agent Burkes

Foreword: This interview was conducted on the first expedition into SCP-4258.

Agent Burkes enters SCP-4258 and soon comes into contact with an elderly Caucasian male behind the front counter.

Burkes: Are you the owner of this establishment?



SCP-4258-1: Sure am. Name's Freddy, what can I do for ya?



Burkes: For starters, what exactly is this place?

SCP-4258-1 lets out a small chuckle.

SCP-4258-1: It's a diner. They don't have these in your dimension, kid?

Burkes: No, we do. It's just that we don't have any quite like…this.

SCP-4258-1: Sorry, was only kidding. Welcome to Freddy's Diner, the only place where you can eat cuisine that's out of your world!

A nearby patron chimes in with, "C'mon Fred, you always use that line!"

SCP-4258-1: It's the diner motto! Took me a century to come up with that one.

Burkes: So, this diner connects to other worlds, is that it?

SCP-4258-1: Yes, and no. Right now we're drifting in todash space. You know, the place between dimensions. That door on over there connects to all sorts of realities and dimensions.

According to Agent Burkes, the scenery outside the windows changed from Earth to a sprawling desert. The door swung open and a tall and masked humanoid wrapped in extravagant robes entered the restaurant.

SCP-4258-1: Be right with you, Quarelth!

Burkes: So, if this place really does exist between dimensions as you say, how do patrons pay for your meals? I can't imagine currency being very useful here.

SCP-4258-1: That's where Empathius comes in! You know that happy feeling you get when you remember something nice or someone compliments you? The restaurant feeds off that, it's what keeps the place running.

Burkes: It takes away positive emotions?

SCP-4258-1: Not exactly. It takes away the excess Empathius the patrons make. Kind of like trimming the edges of a hedge, I guess.



Burkes: So, the patrons only have to feel…happy? That's the payment for the meal?

SCP-4258-1: Yep, that's it.

Burkes: I just have one final question. What exactly are you?

SCP-4258-1: Just an old man looking to make good food, kid. Now, what can I get ya?

Closing Statement: Agent Burkes proceeded to order take-out of a hamburger and fries. All acquired food items were found to contain no harmful agents. According to Agent Burkes he did not see any staff in the kitchen, but did witness "transparent" hands reach over from out of view and set the plate on the kitchen line.