Subject: Researcher Anselman

Parameters: SCP-3424 has not been moved from the locker. Researcher Anselman snaps his fingers and blinks. SCP-3424-01 reportedly manifests.

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Researcher Anselman: You mentioned in our previous interview that you wanted to go home. Where is home?

SCP-3424-01: Thank God! Listen, man, you gotta let me—

Researcher Anselman: Where is home?

SCP-3424-01: Cordova! Cordova, in Texas! You have to take me home, this is against the constitution! I got rights!

Researcher Anselman: You mentioned your brother—

SCP-3424-01: Fuck him! Fuck you! Get me out of this box!

Researcher Anselman: All right. We'll try again tomorrow—

SCP-3424-01: No, wait!

[Researcher Anselman blinks involuntarily, snaps his fingers and blinks again.]

SCP-3424-01: Don't leave again, please. My brother's an artist. He makes political art. Raul H██████?

Researcher Anselman: I haven't heard of him.

SCP-3424-01: He got involved with some shady dudes, he—

[Researcher Anselman blinks involuntarily, snaps his fingers and blinks again.]

SCP-3424-01: Stop doing that!

Researcher Anselman: I'm sorry, I—

SCP-3424-01: I just, please! Please try not to blink! [pause, SCP 3424-01 breathes heavily for 20 seconds.] These dudes told Raul that if he really wanted to make a statement, they could teach him how to make art that mattered, but he'd have to use a person. He told me that I'd make such a big difference.

Researcher Anselman: And you agreed?

SCP-3424-01: 'Course I agreed, come on, man. That's my brother. He said if we got this message out, it'd help him, it'd help me, it'd help every Mexicano in this country.

Researcher Anselman: What was the message of your art?

SCP-3424-01: My family picks fruit all over the US. Aunts, uncles, cousins, our parents, my brother too, for a little while. We got out, we were lucky, my dad don't have much of an accent and Raul sold some major stuff. But it just made him so angry. He only ever saw brown people picking fruit.

Researcher Anselman: So he decided—

SCP-3424-01: —that if we were going to just pick fruit, why not make people see us as fruit.

Researcher Anselman: And the snapping?

SCP-3424-01: How else do you get a servant's attention? [Researcher Anselman blinks involuntarily, snaps his fingers and blinks again. Upon SCP-3424-01's reemergence, it looks significantly sadder.] I was supposed to be, like, guerrilla art. Those guys…they told us not to let the Foundation get us. That they'd turn me back if they could get to me, but if you had me, they couldn't get to me.

Researcher Anselman: Did they say what their organization's name was?

SCP-3424-01: They said you'd know who they were. [pause] Thanks for the box. The light is nice.

Researcher Anselman: Sure.

SCP-3424-01: Can you get a message to my family?

Researcher Anselman: I'm afraid I can't allow that. I'm sorry.

SCP-3424-01: Okay. It's okay. The box is okay. [pause] No one even got it. The message. The art. I've had to explain it ten times. So what was the point?

[Researcher Anselman blinks, does not repeat steps.]

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