Interviewed: D-90124, subject of Test 1536-52

Interviewer: Researcher Grant

Researcher Grant: Good morning, D-90124. Please describe exactly what happened during Test 1536-52.

D-90124: Jesus Christ… that was fucking horrific. Just… how do you even have shit like that? Anyway. So, I'm taken out of my cell and it's testing time again. Tall guard comes to get me, uh, Asian or something, he hates me. Took me a couple of weeks ago to have this weird shit injected that turned my piss purple.

Researcher Grant: Please tell me what happened during the test, D-90124.

D-90124: Right, yeah, sorry. You don't give a shit about what I think about the guards, do you? Uh, so, I'm put in this like airlock, and they shut the door behind me. The other door opens, and I get a brief look at this thing on the floor - looks like a rugby ball, of all things - and then… it starts growing really quick. (D-90124 pauses.) I'm like 'Oh Jesus, what have they got for me now?' and then it grows like arms, and legs, and a head, and then it's got a mouth and it's screaming, so loudly. Then it falls forward and like three seconds later it's a man on the floor on his hands and knees.

Researcher Grant: What happened then?

D-90124: Well, then it looked up. And it looks like me. Like almost exactly like me, but not quite. Just a tiny bit off. I'm like 'Oh my God what the fuck', and just can't say anything or even move, and suddenly it runs towards me. I dive the fuck out of the way, and it starts banging on the door shouting 'Let me out! That fucking thing's jumped me! I'm the real █████!' and then - Jesus, I actually nearly did shit myself here - the door opens and the thing goes through it! I'm like 'Fuck me, they're going to let that out and I'll be locked in here!' but then the door opens again and you come through the door. What did you do with that thing?

Researcher Grant: I'm afraid I cannot tell you that. Can you tell me anything more about the replication process? Did you feel anything whilst it occurred?

D-90124: Apart from, like, terrified? It was weird. It felt… it felt kinda like it took something from me. You know? Not anything like literally from me, it didn't touch me, but shit man.

Researcher Grant: Do you still feel like this?

D-90124: (shivers) It's like something's missing. I dunno what. Like a spark, or something. It's funny, it's almost like…

Researcher Grant: Like what?

D-90124: It's like it's more real than I am.

Note: post-testing psychoanalysis shows that D-90124 is suffering from sudden-onset major depressive disorder, a phenomenon which has occurred in less than 5% of other test subjects. It is believed that this is not a direct result of SCP-1536's anomalous effect, but rather a psychological response to the trauma.

D-90124 is placed into solitary confinement to study the long-term effects of SCP-1536 exposure, if any. See Test 1536-75.

Interviewed: SCP-1536-1, immediately after Test 1536-52.

Interviewer: Agent Rajesh

Agent Rajesh: Tell me what just happened.

SCP-1536-1: How the fuck do I know what happened?

Agent Rajesh: Answer the question, or I am authorised to terminate you.

SCP-1536-1: Jesus… always hated me, didn't you? Right, fuck, okay. So you show me into the cell, right? And there's this weird fucking rugby ball thing sitting on the floor. Next thing I know, it feels like my whole fucking body is, like, on fire. Like, the worst pain I've ever felt, so I sort of fall to my hands and knees. Then just like that, the pain's gone, and I look up, and there's this fucking thing that looks just like me standing over me. Well - not exactly like me, it looked just slightly off, you know? Slightly wrong. Christ. My first thought is 'Oh shit, they're gonna think that's me', so I run over to the door, and start banging on it, like 'Let me out! That fucking thing's jumped me! I'm the real █████!' I tell you, I was fucking glad that door opened! I was even pleased to see you… man, I was petrified you were gonna leave me in there. What're you gonna do with that thing now it looks like me?

Agent Rajesh: I don't need to tell you that. Describe the transformation process in more detail.

SCP-1536-1: I already did. It fucking hurt. What more do you want me to say? And what's with all of this shit, anyway? (SCP-1536-1 indicates the sheet of reinforced glass separating it from the interviewing agent and the cuffs securing it to its chair.)

Agent Rajesh: It is necessary for the safety of the facility.

SCP-1536-1: No, it fucking isn't! The safety of your fucking facility never depended on all this before! Hell, I'm probably safer than your facility; I'm not the one with shit like that cloning rugby ball locked up inside me!

Agent Rajesh: You will be terminated if you refuse to co-operate. This is standard procedure.

SCP-1536-1: Standard… what do you think I'm going to do? You showed the skip to me, not… holy fuck, you think I'm the skip, don't you? It's tricked you! I'm fucking real! I am! I'm █████ ████████, D-90124, my mother's name is ████ ████████, N.I. No. ██ ██-██-██-█, I went to school at [REDACTED], two weeks ago you injected me with SCP-fucking-████ and I pissed purple, I'm - I'm -

Note: at this point, SCP-1536-1 began to enter its active state and replicate Agent Rajesh. The agent was able to terminate SCP-1536-1 by triggering the Dangerous Interviewee Chamber fail-safe, successfully returning it to inactive state.