So I picked an empty cell and stayed here. Stayed still long enough that you guys could actually see me. And now you don't.

Then I saw this thing you guys are calling Pegasus Rising; a wormhole to another dimension? Finally, something different, maybe someone I could talk to.

I found one of your guys in a library in Chicago; they had dropped a bunch of books with pictures of a weird blue mouse and I saw a logo I didn't recognize on their badge. I came here and found your library. The things you guys research here is incredible. God, I wish I could see some of it in action.

I've helped people too. People in front of cars about to get hit? Falling off a bridge? I've saved lives. But then they just stare off into nothing. I want to say I got used to not being thanked, but…

In my time like this, I've read every new book in every library I've come across. Not a lot of TV shows I can watch. A ruby-throated hummingbird beats its wings 50 times every second, and it took an hour and a half for it to move halfway.

I stayed with them for a while, but eventually I went exploring. I stopped in a restaurant and picked up some food. Left some cash, not that it matters at this point. While I was eating on a bench, I saw a hummingbird floating in the air next to the bushes. It had this beautiful red color under its throat, and I sat and watched it. After an hour or so (I'm guessing, my watch and cell phone are useless), I noticed its wings were moving. Not that I could see, but it was definitely halfway from top to bottom when it was at the top before.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, it was still night. I went back for my parents. My dad had moved. Not in front of me, but he wasn't hanging in the air. He was half-way from where I left him and the ground. My mom was looking at him now.

So did everything around me. The cars on the street, my parents… I screamed at them. I pushed my dad and he hung in the air, frozen like the snowflakes. I called for help. I searched through town for anyone who would move. I walked around for hours. The whole town was stone still.

On August 18th, 2020, the Pegasus Rising Project successfully created a wormhole for a span of 5 microseconds, causing a power outage throughout Site-42. Upon a safety check of containment chambers, SCP-XXXX was missing from its chamber; a note was left in its place. The contents of the letter are transcribed below.

Attempts to remove the bed SCP-XXXX is lying on result in personnel appearing outside of the containment chamber with no memory of leaving the room. Adjustments to temperature within the chamber are similarly reversed.

Description: SCP-XXXX appears to be a dark-skinned male, approximately aged in its late teens or early twenties. Since its discovery, the subject has been completely motionless and intangible. The only evidence to SCP-XXXX's identity is its T-shirt, which bears the words "I am James Biggio. Leave me alone." written in black marker. A background check into the name James Biggio turned up a missing person's report for the subject out of Athens, Ohio, dated December 4th, 2013.

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is seemingly self-contained within Humanoid Containment Chamber #1939 (HCC-1939) at Site-42. Testing of SCP-XXXX has been suspended until feasible means of doing so are found.

EXPERIMENT 3636 TALE

Ugh, waking up groggy in strange places? I thought the binge-drinking college days were over. Joking aside, where am I? Why is this room so dark? I can barely see from the moonlight coming in the windows. I'm in a living room; it looks like it's got kind of a rustic vibe, a fireplace, is that a totem pole in the corner? Creepy. Whatever, it's time to get out of here.

The door's unlocked, easy enou- Jesus Christ! It's fucking cold out there. How did I not notice the fuck-off blizzard out of the windows earlier? The wind is so strong that it almost knocked me off of my feet and back into the house.

Alright, door closed, breathe, breathe. Where can I go from here? Outside the window, it's nothing but white snow whipping around in black night and a couple of trees. Even the moonlight seems dimmer, and no neighbors' lights or anything else to be seen either. Am I in a cabin? Dammit, civilization could be nearby or miles away, but I can't tell from here. And here I am wearing, what is this, a mechanic's jumpsuit? I'm not going to make it far out there in this little fabric.

Fine, let's turn on some lights. Nope. No power. Alright, to the kitchen, maybe there's a flashlight. Drawer number one… empty. All of the drawers are empty. Even the fridge is empty. Did I get drunk and break into a some real estate agent's show house? I remember some neon lights before passing out, but I don't remember the drinking part…

What the fuck- let go of me! Wait, damn it. Calm down, Sam. The kitchen window is shattered across the floor and you're trying to judo flip a tree branch. The weather outside is getting worse, and it's getting colder in here now. Break off… this cabinet door; wedge it… in here. Okay, that stops most of the wind. No power inside means no heat though, and it's only going to get colder. Maybe I can nab some blankets from a bedroom, hold out until morning?

It's dark as hell, keep a hand on the wall. Stairs, just take it slow. One foot after the other, feel it out. Top of the stairs, down the hallway, bump the shoe against the table, no problem. Into a room, looks like a guest bedroom. Score! That comforter looks pretty heavy, this is going to work great.

AH! DAMMIT! God, breathe, it's only hail. Loud as hell, but only hail. Heh, hail, hell. It's nothing but a blizzard; get - your shit - together, Sam. It's a bad storm, but it's not like it's alive or anything.

It's so freaking cold, this comforter isn't going to be anywhere near enough. The closets and dressers are barren, crap. The master bedroom should have one more blanket or comforter, hopefully that's enough to not freeze overnight. Wait, idiot; there's a fireplace downstairs! A couple of blankets; a cozy fire, and just wait until the storm dies down. Perfect!

Downstairs with two blankets in tow, check the fireplace but there isn't any firewood. A whole house made of wood and nothing to burn? You've got to be kidding me. Wait, creepy totem pole! Two birds with one stone; I get to keep warm and stop you from staring at me all night.

Breaking down the totem pole, I can't shake the feeling that I'm being watched. Every single window is bare, no curtains or shutters, and I feel eyes on me. It's cold as hell out there, obviously no one is outside in that weather, but still, it's hard to shake.

A little smashy smashy with the poker, tear off part of a comforter for kindling, and smack. The poker. Against. The fireplace. To spark it!

Oh my god, but when that fire is lit, it is heaven itself. That fire is the most beautiful god damned thing I've ever seen in my life, definitely the best thing I've seen in the last 30-ish minutes of near blackout darkness. For a minute, I'm just gonna bask in the fire's warming glow.

Phew, starting to warm up a bit. Maybe I can figure out how I got here. Check arms, legs, no scratches or bruises, no sign of a fight. My jumpsuit is orange, and it's numbered: D-11945

Oh my god, headrush… I feel like my mind is clearing from a fog. Dammit, Sammy; picked out of the pack this time. First D-Class assignment; and all I got to go on is some neon lights and now a creepy cabin in a blizzard and… what else?

Gotta figure out the downside, and fast. Most of us D's don't come back from these. Think. Think! Neon lights… neon lights… there was button! I had to press a button, or buttons… and now poof to some random cabin in the woods? Damn, it's cold, slide a bit closer to the fire. Ah, that's the stuff. Okay, stay calm. Can't make it out through that storm, and nothing in the house seems to be trying to kill me, and that's way better than the stories I've heard from the others…

Alright, plan set: wait until the storm clears and then get the hell out of here. As long as I'm waiting, might as well catch a nap. Wait, what? Fuck that. You don't sleep in a possibly haunted ass house in a dangerous situation. I'm going to stay wide awake until daylight breaks. After all, I just woke up here, I shouldn't be tired until…

Ow OW WHAT THE FUCK!? Holy shit, the whole damn living room is on fire! How the hell did I fall asleep? I gotta get the fuck out of here, now! SHIT! I can’t get to the front door, it’s blocked off by the fire! I’ll go out the back. Shit, no exit that way either. The fire is flying up like fountains! No place to go but upstairs, maybe there’s a place I can climb down the outside! Careful on the stair- OW FUCK YOU HALLWAY TABLE! How the hell is the fire spreading this fast? It’s like it’s chasing me. WAIT! This is it. This is the D-Class bullshit! Well fuck you, magic asshole fire! I’ll take my chances with the blizzard. Think you can stop me from jumping out the window? FUCK YOU!

(Meanwhile, in a research office at Site-17)

Test 22

Song Selected: “Let It Snow” by Sammy Cahan and Jule Styne, popularized by Dean Martin

SCP-3636-1 Event: D-11945 is transported to a remote cabin in [REDACTED] National Park. D-11945 seems disoriented for several minutes upon arrrival. Foundation satellites confirm that the cabin is surrounded by a meteorologically anomalous blizzard forming a perimeter extending 10m from the cabin. D-11945 is shown investigating the cabin for a short time; there are multiple close-ups of D-11945's face as they are frightened of interactions between the blizzard and the cabin. D-11945 lights a fire to keep warm, but falls asleep without extinguishing it. The fire then spreads throughout the rest of the living room. D-11945 awakens and attempts to exit the cabin multiple times at ground level, and with no place to go, moves upstairs and auto-defenestrates. The blizzard dissipated 30 minutes after D-11945's egress from the building.

Effects: Cabin is destroyed by fire. D-11945 is discovered on the ground where they presumably landed. Subject's implanted recording device is recovered successfully. Subject is safely returned to Site-17 where they are treated for minor burns, a broken wrist, and hypothermia.

Notes: The new D-Class conditioning process is a tentative success; D-11945 spoke all internal thought out loud for the duration of the test. This stream of consciousness conditioning could improve our research yield greatly if implemented Foundation-wide.

- Researcher J. Sherman

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