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F: D-26821, do you copy?



[Video feed reveals the interior of the hotel lobby.]



D: Yes, yes. I can hear you. Loud and clear. Wow, that felt so weird. Feels like I went through a solid wall. (pause) Damn. This place looks way too nice. Way nicer than I though- Oh. Hello.



[SCP-XXXX-1 appears in front of D-26821. Even though its mouth appears to be moving, its voice is inaudible.]



Transcription of SCP-XXXX-1, based on lip-reading: Nice to meet you, sir. Welcome to [MEMETIC HAZARD REDACTED] Hotel. The place of magnificence, his majesty, [UNKNOWN]. How nice of you to join us. We don't get many guests these days. Such is not a deserving fate of a wonderful place like this. Here, I will escort you towards your room right away.



F: D-26821, are you able to hear his voice?



D: Oh. You guys can't hear him? Well he's just- he's just welcoming me. He says that he has the room ready. The best room. He's giving me a key card. I can't wait. This place looks absolutely amazing. It's gonna be a sweet room, a sweet suite, (laughter) just diving into their plush, pristine bed, sled, showering with the joyful tears- secretions- of god, drinking pure orgasm from the pantry, enlightened, my fjore in lianm, [REDACTED]. It's going to be the best time of my life.



F: D-26821, it appears you have been exposed to a meme. We currently are not able to provide countermeasures to you, so just try to stay focused on our objective.



D: The room will solve everything. And I mean everything, everything, including my orqa. (to SCP-XXXX-1) Thank you so much, man. Thank you so much.



[D-26821 takes the key card. SCP-XXXX-1 continues to talk, but part of his mouth is obscured, preventing further lip-reading. SCP-XXXX-1 and D-26821 converse loudly, seemingly laughing. SCP-XXXX-1 leads him to the elevator. Slight static appears on the video feed. The interior of the elevator appears to be completely white, with a subtle, coarse texture. The door shuts, leaving D-26821 alone in the elevator.]



D: Okay. I'm in the elevator. There's… only one button. I'll, uh, press it.



[As soon as D-26821 presses the button, the elevator shakes violently. D-26821 falls to the floor, seemingly under large amounts of g-force. both the video feed and the audio cuts out for 31 seconds. When the signal returns, the camera lies motionless.]



F: D-26821? D-26821, do you read me? D-26821?



D: Jesus. Ow. Fuck, Fuck. Fuck. What- what the hell happened? God, my fucking nose is bleeding.



F: We are not sure. Please get up and try to exit the elevator.



D: Fuck. Okay. Ow. God damn it. Did the elevator crash? (standing up, pause) The button's gone. The fucking button is gone. There's only the open button. (heavy breathing, pause) I can't go back down. (pause) I have to go out, don't I?



F: That was our main objective in the first place- and you don't have any other choice. So, yes.



D: Christ. Okay. Who knows, maybe there'll still be a comfy bed and hookers on the other side.



[At this point, memetic effects on D-26821 appears to have ceased. D-26821 pushes the "open" button. Door slides open, revealing a dim corridor. The walls are covered in beige wallpaper, and the floor is lined with dark brown carpet. No amount of aging can be seen. The sporadic lights have a deep yellow color. D-26821 turns right, which shows a corridor that seems to stretch endlessly. The left reveals the same. Numerous white elevators can be seen in place of hotel rooms.]



D: Okay. Dammit. Of course. No room of ecstasy for me. Fucking memes. (pause) That's a lot of elevators. Oh, Jesus- (pause) It smells really bad here. What do I do now?



F: Proceed right until you reach a wall, or any other structure. We will discuss your escape plan afterwards.



[D-26821 marks the elevator he came out from, them proceeds right for approximately 20 minutes. No noticeable difference from the previous structure can be seen. D-26821 takes a brief rest, then proceeds right for another 20 minutes.]



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D: There's nothing but elevators. Fucking- elevators galore. What kind of a shitty hotel is this? Who makes t- wait. This door looks different. I think it's a room. About damn time.



[The door appears black, and has no visible signs of a number on its surface. D-26821 enters the room. Small parts of the room remain intact, with standard furniture typical for a hotel room. Half of the room is intruded by the elevator structure, making the shaft and the cables clearly visible. The shaft and the cables stretch indefinitely into darkness. one of the cables, seemingly severed, lie coiled on the floor next to the shaft.]



D: Dear god. That's unsettling. I wouldn't want to fall down there.



F: Alright. I want you to take a sample of one of the cables.



D: Jesus Christ. Okay. Alright. (pause) It's not metal but this is really hard to cut through. And it had to be so goddamn close to the gaping fucking hole. (pause) Alright, I got it. Jesus. That is not a pleasant texture. It's all squishy.



[D-26821 exits the room, and continues right for an additional 30 minutes. Sporadic expletives can be heard from D-26821.]



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D: I'm sick and tired of this shit. It doesn't even feel like I've moved. Everything is just same, and it just goes on over and over and over and over again. This is worse than prison. And I've fucking been there. How much more do I have to walk for?



F: I think that's enough for the corridors. Please enter one of the elevators.



D: Finally. At least it'll be something different.



[The video feed reveals all 4 walls and the ceiling. Buttons fill the entirety of the walls without any noticeable gap. Random numbers are seen on buttons without any particular sequence.]



D: Jesus.



F: D-26821, please push on one of the buttons.



[D-26821 pushes on a button from the right side. It has the number "80416" written on it. The elevator shakes violently again, sending D-26821 to the floor. Video and audio feed cuts out for 70 seconds. When the feed returns, D-26821 appears to be on foot. The elevator door remains closed. The video and audio quality is visibly degraded.]



D: (pause) I can't- I can't fucking do that shit repeatedly, man. Fuck. Jesus Christ, it hurts so bad. W-[inaudible]



[D-26821 pushes on the "open" button. More elevators are revealed.]



D: Fucking Christ. I'm not doing this. I'm going back.



[D-26821 searches for the floor he originally came from, but fails. The buttons seemed to have changed places. Numerous expletives can be heard.]



F: D-26821, the best current course of action is for you to continue the exploration. Once we deem that all that is necessary was found, we will send an extraction team.



D: D-26821 this, D-26821 that- I have a fucking name, you pieces of shit, fu-[static] Fuck. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fine. Fine. I'll continue to walk through this goddamn mind-numbing hellhole, because your ass is not satisfied. Then what? Oh, I guess I'll wait. I'll wait for your goddamn extraction team. How the fuck do you expect those bastards to get to me? This place is a fucking nightmare. I'm going to die. I'll just fucking die here. Why the fuck not. In the middle of these goddamn elevators, you- [static].



[D-26821 punches the left wall, pressing several buttons at once. The elevator shakes violently. The video and audio feed cuts for 3 hours. When they return, video feed is unrecognizable, but audio remains barely intelligible.]



F: D-26821? Do you copy? Are you able to locate yourself?



D: Oh thank God, it's you-[static] Do you fu-[inaudible]-ast number I saw was 67 million. They only get higher and h-[static] No elevator goes down. Nothing goes d-[static] Please, just get me out. Just get me out. I don't feel [static]-ood. I don't-[static]



F: D-26821, I need you to stay calm. Do not move. We are going to send in an extraction team. You need to gather your rations and conserve energy, so you can stay alive until our team can get to you, okay?



D: No, no, no, no-[static]-not going to-[static]-et me killed. Please, please ju-[static] Shit, shit, shit, I can't stay. I can't stay here. I have to-[static]



[Contact is lost for another 5 hours.]



D: God. Jesus. Pleas-[inaudible]-p me. Please. My leg. My le-[static]-'s gone. I'm mel-[static]- what floor am I on? I can't breathe. I can't-[inaudible]



F: D-26821? Can you hear me? D-26821? Can you state your current situation?



D: (sobbing) Please hel-[static] It took my leg, it took my fucking leg. My blood, it's- [static] God, help me, God, guys, please, get me out of here, it's taking me, it's ma-[inaudible]-I don't want to be [static] I don't want to-[static].



F: D-26821? Carl? Don't worry. We'll come get you. Just hang in there.



D: No, no, n-[static]-n't. You don't-[static] Pleas-[static] I don't want to be-[static]



[Contact is lost for 11 hours. Sporadic attempts at reconnection reveal unintelligible vocalizations. Brief contact is made at the end of the 11-hour mark.]



D: I found my room.



[Video and audio turns into static, then cuts off completely. After not receiving any signal for 24 hours, D-26821 is presumed lost.]



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