SCP-123-EX

Object Class: Explained

Special Containment Procedures: N/A

Description: SCP-123-EX, formerly known as Person of Interest-1213 ("Ottone Trevisan"), was a 23-year-old male of Italian descent, born on 7/11/1907 in New York City, New York, who was believed to be anomalous. Prior to the events detailed in Addendum-123-D, SCP-123-EX was theorized to be capable of causing statistically improbable outcomes, all of which would end in SCP-123-EX's favor.

SCP-123-EX's personality had been described as easily agitated, and prone to overreaction. SCP-123-EX had previously been affiliated with a local university, but eventually ceased affiliating with it. It is unknown what caused this change.

SCP-123-EX was contained by the Foundation between 11-19-1928 and 5-21-1930, contained at Site-11, formerly located in [REDACTED], Illinois. It was contained within a Standard Humanoid Containment Cell-A.

SCP-123-EX was officially contained as an SCP object on 12-20-1928 after what were believed to be accurate tests complied by Dr. Sharp and presented before the O5 Council. SCP-123-EX was classified as Euclid while in containment.

Discovery: SCP-123-EX was captured following a raid on GoI-070 ("Chicago Outfits") in collaboration with the Bureau of Prohibition on 11/1/1928. The Bureau had received an anonymous tip claiming that Person of Interest-523 ("Julius 'Sawteeth' McGallan"), member of GoI-001 ("Chicago Spirits") was working at an illegal brewery operated by GoI-070, and that Person of Interest-523 was attempting to harm the latter's manufacturing efforts.

Foundation officials contacted the Department of the Treasury, requesting a cooperative operation to stop manufacturing efforts of GoI-070 and to arrest Person of Interest-523.

Twenty agents were dispatched from each organization. During the raid the brewery caught fire, causing an explosion that resulted in the building's collapse. All suspects were killed except for SCP-123-EX.

Archivist's Note: For the sake of easy reading, the following documents have been ordered linearly. Documents have been selectively edited to help facilitate that goal. For full documentation on SCP-123-EX, see Document-ASFIN1.

Addendum-123-A

On 11-17-1928, SCP-123 was ordered to write down the events that occurred within the brewery before its destruction.

It was around 11 A.M, and I was helping a few harps move some barrels around when I heard the gunshots from outside. Then someone yells something about coppers in the building, and I start feeling scared. You see, the boss had the dryheads and coppers off our backs. It was a real smart operation, the brewery was. The boss has the prohibition guys paid off and we kept the profits. Every dryhead in the city was drinking like the rest of us. The two harps run off somewhere and I sit down. I've been pinched before, so I knew what to do. When you work in the business, you learn to take a pinching every once in awhile. I lit myself a fag and sat down near some barrels. The one thing that I noticed was this guy near the window. I remember him looking scared, but cant recall anything big, other than he looked like he saw a ghost. I think he may have had something in his mouth, like he was one of those squirls [sic]. It didnt look right. I call out to him, and he tumbles back, and falls into some of the barrels. I remember alcohol going everywhere. I must have dropped my cigarette cause I remember it all just catching fire. He starts screaming, running all over the place. Some of the harps start getting some water buckets and throwing some water onto him but it didn't work. They all just dropped dead the moment they did it. He's still running around screaming, and he's bumbing[sic] into so many different things. Then he bumbs [sic] into the brewer, and the entire thing just explodes, and the entire building starts to shake. And it weren't no normal shaking either. It was like the foundation itself was gonna collaspe [sic] on itself, crushing all of us. Around this time, I start getting afraid. I couldn't even force myself to move, that's how afraid I was. It's in that type of moment that makes a body start praying. It wasn't something I thought about, I just started doing it. I don't believe in god or anything like that, but my mother taught me the Lords [sic] Prayer, and I'm glad for her teaching me that, cause I repeated it a thousand times in that building. The building began to shake, and I close my eyes. Again, I'm praying. Then I hear the giant boom, like dynamite. I open my eyes, and I see the building around me, destroyed. I'm the only one alive. I thought I was dead at first, but only after looking down and seeing I was practically untouched. There was always this large patch of the roof with nothing on it, and it always leaked water. I was in that patch. I guess you could say I'm the luckiest man alive.

Addendum-123-F

The following entries are from SCP-123-EX's diary prior to the discovery of the events detailed in Addendum-123-D



Entry: 12/1/1928 -- 4/30/1930 Access Granted 12/1/1928 The doctors gave me this diary. They said it was to help me get used to my situation. I don't think I could ever get used to a situation like this. I haven't been able to talk to anyone since I arrived here. I hadn't even a single beer. What has this world gone to! 12/7/1928 I talked with the doctors. Nice one called Sharp.. Asked me a bunch of questions. Asked me about my friends, the Outfit, etc. I didn't pinch on them, but I get the feeling they're not after them. 12/9/1928 I heard some old hebrew lady cry tonight. The walls are thin. Something about a funeral. I don't think this is the first time she's been told something like this. Asked Sharp how long she's been here. Said it wasn't for me to know. I dont think he knows. 12/11/1928 I asked Sharp about why I was here. He said nothing beyond that I was 'special'. Wanted him to explain but said it wasn't my place to know. I think I'm in an asylum. 12/13/1928 Cant sleep. Heard shooting and shooting from the other rooms. I've been stuck in this small room for the past month at this point. I don't even know if its been a month. They give me a clock and a calender but I don't know if its true or not. Maybe its been a week. Maybe two or three maybe even a couple of months. They keep the lights on. Asked the doctor about it the other day. Told me it was to keep an eye on the patients. Why does this asylum have guns lying around the place? 12/14/1928 Got something from under the door. Small packet of papers. Name's on it. Say I'm 'anomalous'. Not sure what the word means, but I don't think its a good thing. Apparently I'm "capable of causing statistically improbable outcomes". I'm lucky, if I'm reading this correctly. If you could even call this luck. Arrived with another thing, something about a gang called "Chicago Spirit". GOI-1, they say. Something about the dryheads and cooperation and some other shit. 12/19/1928 I asked the doctors for some books or papers. Haven't gotten anything since the papers from under the door. I shoved those things under my pillow. I have no where else to put it other than possibly the toilet, but I dont want them asking me why my toilet is filled with secret documents. Doctors said no. I swear if I don't get something I'm gonna lose my fucking mind. 12/20/1928 Doctors making me do simple tests. They told me afterwards that I'd be ready to interact with the other "skips". 12/25/1928 Questions, questions, questions, and even more goddamn questions. Been hammering me for days now, all day. Doctor's droaning on and on about questions that I don't care enough to answer but will have to anyways. Almost makes me wish I was crushed under that damn building. Sharp seemed to look me in the eye as these doctors yammered. They told me he was so sorry. I think he meant it. 2/1/1929 I finally got a newspaper. Came with my food under the door. Best feeling in the world. Stuff about the stock market, but I didn't care, as long as I got something to read. Whoevers doing this is my hero. 2/2/1929 I got something different. Again it came from the food. A report looking thing. On the front it had the words "DESTROY AFTER READING" written on the front. I took it up and read the summary. It was about this guy who could control electricity. I know I should be freaked out by this, but I'm numb to it. I guess being locked up for the past three months in this hell hole can do that to you. It began with his abilitis. intelligent and anomalous. Big picture of him. It's the guy. The one I killed. Apparently he was some big shot at a gang called the "chicago spirit", even a made man. Had long teeth to shock people with. Guess that's why they called him "sawteeth". Flushed it down the toilet. Guards dont seem to notice. 2/18/1929 I think I'm sick. Every time I stand up my legs feel like they're going to stop working and give way under me. Every time I breath I feel like it's stifled or hard. Everytime I sit down I feel stiff and like the world is whirling around me. I feel like I'm going to die. No, I'm going to die. At least, if I get out of here. New report. Big letters on the front saying "GOI-1 Chicago Spirit". 30 pages out of a much bigger report. Maybe 300 pages. Doesnt matter. I dont think I could read stomach the rest. It was about their "Tactics". what they do to people who hurt them. Only 14 pages were actually words. The rest were pictures. People who kill their bosses get hurt. They get hurt bad. Earliest stories were of some guy named Johnny. The papers said his fingers were ripped off with pliers, eyeballs stabbed out, and penis smashed with hammer until it was unrecognizable. Organs sent to family but stopped by postal service. They had pictures as well. His face won't leave me. 3/20/1929 You never get the image of nails jammed into a man's eyeball out of your head. Note came with food. It was a letter. I opened it and read it. It was from mom. It was short. She said I hoped I was doing well while at college and that I would write soon. It was the same letter she had written for the past five years. I wish I had a beer. 3/29/1929 Another note. Another letter from mom. Said she hoped I was doing well at college. This time she said she lost her job and that she was doing horribly, but hoped that my studies were doing well. I chewed it up and threw it up in the toilet. 4/13/1929 Sharp asked me about how I'm doing here. Lied. Said he was glad I was getting used to the site. Said if the tests and interviews continue the doctors may allow me to talk to other patients. I think I'd prefer a shotgun in my mouth at this point. 4/15/1929 Another document in my food. Was my 'approval form'. I really like the wording, mr fucking sharp. "It is better to err on the side of caution in such circumstances" fuck you. 4/16/1929 i had a nightmare last night. sawteeth was in it. he had two sickles and i was upside down on some table. he positioned the two sickles into my mouth in opposite directions. one towards the bottom of my mouth and other towards the roof. he stabbed them both. i felt blood poor out. it hurt. it hurt so much. i couldnt scream. the only thing my body could do was feel the pain. he applied pressure on both sides of my mouth. i felt my jaw pop and fresh air fill where my jaw used to be. it felt so cold then. then the blood came out and it felt slightly warmer. he leaned in and whispered this is warm up. [unknown date] let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking die let me fucking

[Repeats for two and a half pages] 5/30/1929 asked them for a dictionary. said itll be here in about a year. i have all the time in the world. 9/1/1929 received another piece of mail from mom. says shes coming up to met me in chicago and thanks me for paying for her train tickets threw away. 9/17/1929 says it was a nice visit and that she hopes to find an apartment soon with my money. im the nicest ive been in years. threw away. 11/1/1929 shes dead. obituary in mail. found in river. lynched. couldnt even throw it away 12/1/1929 i think the foundation broke me 12/25/1929 I cried for the first time in the past year. Got letter. It was from the giver. He said he was sorry for everything I had ever gone through. He said that he was the one who sent the letters. Wants to protect me, he says. Thought sending the letters would motivate me and show me dangers of Spirit. Worked, I supposed. Trying to get me more interactions with other people, like other mobsters. Wont happen, but it'd be a nice gesture. Also hid something else under the food. Surprised no one saw it. It was a dictionary. 1/11/1930 Another letter. Same guy. Says he's been personally paying for my apartment. Says it's better than getting my stuff because it's suspicious for him to get the stuff himself. Also said he'd feel uncomfortable going to my apartment without a guard or twenty. I love him. 1/19/1930 Brought me a bible. Just the jesus bits, the ones my mother used to tell me and force me to read. 2/15/1930 The jewish lady died. Doctors said she had been in a coma for the past year and was only a matter of time. Had been in containment for 'thirty years'. That's probably how long I'll be here. 4/30/1930 I don't think I need this diary anymore. I should probably destroy it, but that'd get suspicious. They really don't care about me or anything like that, or else they would have checked it by now. But I think I should keep it just in case. Plus, I'm running out of paper. No point in writing if there's no paper.

Addendum-123-D

S.C.P Object Proposal By Dr. Herbert Date: 5-11-1930 Object: SCP-123 Proposal: To remove SCP-123 from containment, to change his object class from Euclid to Explained, and to reintegrate. Reason: SCP-123's anomalous abilities have been proven to be non-existent. New Hume related technology provides adequate evidence. Hume coefficient of normal human.

S.C.P. Personnel Disciplinary Form Date: 5-11-1930 Personnel: Dr. [REDACTED] Sharp, Level 3, Site-11 Reason: Interference of S.C.P. Foundation operations, lying under oath, general indifference to standard Foundation operations. Disciplinary Action: Demoted to Level 1 official, assigned to Site-43, permanent restriction of interactions with sapient objects. Note: This is the first disciplinary action Dr. Sharp has received since his initial employment. Despite this, the O5 Council has considered his actions severe enough to warrant full demotion and restrictions due to the recent incident involving SCP-123. His lack of loyalty to the Foundation is worrying.

Addendum-123-E

SCP-123-EX requested to talk to Foundation personnel. Dr. Herbert volunteered, but only on the condition that he was allowed access to the Foundation issued electrical recording device. When asked, he wished to have an accurate record of the conversation.

Interviewer: Dr. Herbert Interviewee: SCP-123-EX <Begin Log> Dr. Herbert: Mr. Trevisan, you wished to speak to me? SCP-123-EX: Yeah, doctor, I heard you were going to, well, sack me? Dr. Herbert: Where did you hear that information? SCP-123-EX: Friends. Dr. Herbert: Are you referencing your mysterious friend who has been slipping you documents into your containment cell for the past two years? SCP-123-EX: How — How did you know that? Dr. Herbert: You admitted it in your journal. I'm surprised you didn't notice it earlier. SCP-123-EX does not respond Dr. Herbert: I can give you answers to some of your questions, if you'd like. I have been observing you for a while, since Dr. Sharp decided to study you. SCP-123-EX: What does Dr. Sharp have to do with this? Dr. Herbert: Everything. SCP-123-EX: Who slipped those documents into my cell? Dr. Herbert: Sharp, obviously. SCP-123-EX: Why? Dr. Herbert: To protect you, of course. SCP-123-EX: Why? Dr. Herbert: I don't know. I have theories, of course. SCP-123-EX: What do you think? Dr. Herbert: I think he knew what kind of predicament you were in. A fish out of water, so to speak. And considering what you were involved in — Chicago Spirit, Sawteeth, mobsters — he wanted to give you a helping hand. He wanted to give you information on the world, even if it was small in comparison to his personal knowledge. He gave you the Spirit documents to show you the danger involved — and how important it was for you to be anomalous. He didn't directly tell you, of course. He couldn't trust you entirely. You were a gangster, after all. SCP-123-EX: So he just felt sorry for me? Dr. Herbert: Yes, possibly. He may have seen a little bit of himself in you. Or maybe he got a personal thrill out of breaking the rules, although that last theory is unlikely, due to his clean record. SCP-123-EX: What the hell are you people? Dr. Herbert: I can't answer that, or I'd be shot. SCP-123-EX: What the hell is the Chicago Spirit? Dr. Herbert: Violent sociopaths with very few reservations on using violence to achieve their own ends. SCP-123-EX: Stop fucking with me. Dr. Herbert: Not my field of expertise. I'm a containment psychologist, not a historian or analyst. SCP-123-EX: What's gonna happen to me? Dr. Herbert: I don't know, not my department. However, I can tell you it isn't going to involve protecting you. SCP-123-EX: W-Why? Dr. Herbert: Because you're not anomalous, and we can't go around protecting every street urchin who has enemies. SCP-123-EX: No, you don't understand, they'll kill me! Dr. Herbert: And every day we experience death and fight it, and considering the economic state of things, we can't go throwing money around. We have to use our resources sparingly and efficiently. We aren't going to waste resources and man power on protecting you or any of your gangster friends. SCP-123-EX: They'll — they'll fucking kill me! Dr. Herbert: Not our problem. SCP-123-EX grabs hold of Dr. Herbert's arm SCP-123-EX: Please you have to reconsider. Please, I'll do anything, I'll work for free, I'll be a guard, I'll do whatever you want just please — Dr. Herbert jerks away Dr. Herbert: Get off me! SCP-123-EX: Please. <End Log>

Following this interview SCP-123-EX was removed from containment and custody transferred to the recently created Bureau of External Affairs, later renamed to Department of External Affairs. SCP-123-EX was released on 6/1/1930.