16:30

Researcher Jordan Kyle entered ██████’s bar and sat down at a vacant table. Covert recovery agents enter the bar five minutes later and sit at a distant table. Researcher Jordan orders food and a drink as do the recovery team. Researcher Jordan and the recovery team wait approximately two and a half hours before leaving ██████’s bar. SCP-4986 or anything related to it are not seen entering or leaving ██████’s bar.

Upon return to Site 28, a small cardboard box with the writing: “From a Friend” written in sloppy mixed case lettering was found in the middle of the employee parking garage. The contents of the box included a small cake which appeared to be made out of chocolate and a small note. The note reads as follows:

Very sorry I couldn’t make it today, I got a bit lost. Ever since we last met I’ve been sort of… stagnant. Anyways, I brought you this cake, maybe you can share it with your “bar buddies”. I hope it makes up for my absence. - A Friend

The cake was taken to the Site 28 secure quarantine area and was inspected by Site 28 Hazmat Unit A.

Test Log

Operators: Site 28 Hazmat Unit A (Agents C-Mike and Coles)

[BEGIN LOG]

Researcher Jordan enters the Site 28 quarantine area with the cake.

Researcher Jordan: I need this thing inspected for anything anomalous. Direct order from site command.

C-Mike: This thing? You know what you’re holding right?

Researcher Jordan: Think you can handle it?

Coles: Should be a piece of cake.

Researcher Jordan: Funny.

Researcher Jordan exits the quarantine area.

Coles: Nice guy.

C-Mike: Did you expect anything else? These eggheads have as much sense of humor as a brick wall.

Coles: Ok, whatever. How do you think this thing is gonna try to kill us?

C-Mike: No clue. Just don’t eat any of it.

Coles: Looks like a chocolate cake… yeah… sensor says chocolate. Maybe put it through the x-ray?

C-Mike: Nothing metal… we still got that reality anchor thingy?

Coles: Yeah.

C-Mike: Good. I’m gonna cut out a slice.

Agent C-Mike proceeds to use a kitchen knife to make an incision into the cake. The cake slices normally, showing no anomalous property.

C-Mike: Is this some kind of joke?

Coles: What?

C-Mike: It’s just a normal fucking cake. Get that egghead back in here.

Coles exits the room and retrieves Researcher Jordan Kyle from his office.

Researcher Jordan: I’m sorry for the inconvenience, gentlemen. If you’d like you co-… What the hell is that?

Researcher Jordan points to the cake as it begins to expand. A rat claws its way out of the top of the cake and is followed by many more.

C-Mike: Holy shit! Coles!

Coles: Yeah?

C-Mike: The reality anchor! Fucking use it!

Agent Coles turns on the Scranton Reality Anchor and throws it at the cake, which flattens almost instantly. The rats which had already exited the cake began to eat it, devouring it in under ten seconds. No rats were terminated because of the Anchor’s activation, but no more rats protruded from the cake. A total of ██ rats were counted as exiting the cake.

Researcher Jordan: That was… unexpected. I’ll get the box.

Researcher Jordan exits the room and returns with the cardboard box that originally contained the cake.

C-Mike: Looks like your “Friend” isn’t too happy with you.

Researcher Jordan: Probably not. I will take the test log transcript if you have it.

Coles: Oh, uh, we can take care of that. Gives us something to do you know?

Researcher Jordan: Very well. Sorry for the inconvenience, gentlemen. Good day.

[END LOG]