Site 17 Initial Interview

Researcher Dr. Luna Valdez

Interviewee: SCP-4818

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SCP-4818 is curled up in a defensive position in its chair, possibly unconscious. Dr. Valdez gently taps on the interview room's partition.

Dr. Valdez: Hello. Excuse me. Are you awake?

SCP-4818 looks at Dr. Valdez with apparent hostility, but does not respond.

Dr. Valdez: Good. I'm Dr. Luna Valdez, I'm here to do an intake interview. But first, have you been fed yet? You're supposed to be fed before we do these. It makes everything go a lot smoother.

SCP-4818 does not respond.

Dr. Valdez: Have you had water at least? I can't let you get dehydrated. It doesn't have to be water. I can get you juice, or even hot chocolate, or -

SCP-4818: (interrupting) I know what you're doing.

Dr. Valdez: I'm sorry?

SCP-4818: You have your damn goons tackle me to the ground, tie me up in a sack, haul me off in the back of a van for hours, lock me up in a dark cell, and then you show up all sweet asking if I want hot chocolate? That's how you brainwash prisoners, by having one of their keepers pretend to be nice so they'll start to trust them.

Dr. Valdez: They tackled you to the ground? I'm sorry they were rough with you, that was clearly unjustified in your case. I assure you the Task Force that brought you in will at the very least be reprimanded. This is not a prison, and we don't tolerate any abuse from our security staff. Everyone else will treat you the same as I do.

SCP-4818's eyes begin to tear up.

SCP-4818: (softly) How long are you going to keep me here?

Dr. Valdez: Well, most of our residents are here indefinitely, but it does depend on various -

SCP-4818: (sobs) What are you going to tell my parents?

Dr. Valdez: That depends on the specifics of your circumstances, but the cover story is usually whatever will cause the least suspicion. Most likely, they'll just be led to believe you've gone missing and -

SCP-4818 begins crying.

Dr. Valdez: Sweetie, please at least drink something. We don't want you getting sick.

SCP-4818 does not comply.

Dr. Valdez: Do you know why you're here at least?

SCP-4818: (nods) Because of my power.

Dr. Valdez: We use the term anomalies, but yes.

SCP-4818: Anomalies, plural? So, I'm not the only one then?

Dr. Valdez: No. As you can probably guess by your ID number, we have thousands of them in containment, and god knows how many there are in the wild.

SCP-4818: I thought I might be the only one. And I didn't think you guys were real.

Dr. Valdez: Well that's good. It means we're doing our job. Can you tell me about your anomaly? When did it start?

SCP-4818: I've always been able to feel the light on my skin. I didn't even know it wasn't something other people couldn't feel. One day when I was eight or nine I just started really focusing on it, trying to hold it there, and it started growing on my arm like a layer of ice. I've been practicing and experimenting since then.

Dr. Valdez: Can you show me?

SCP-4818 nods. It holds out its palm, and an approximately ten centimeter tall, 400 lumen figurine of the Marvel Comics character Captain Marvel forms over several seconds.

Dr. Valdez: That's incredible.

SCP-4818: No, it's a sideshow act. I want to do more with it. I want to actually get good enough to use my power effectively, as an actual superhero.

Dr. Valdez: I'm not saying you can't use your anomaly, but you need to know we won't tolerate any violence. You got lucky getting assigned to Site 17. This is one of, if not the most comfortable sites for anomalous humanoids in our entire organization. If you don't behave yourself, you're going to end up somewhere a lot less comfortable. No superhero business. Is that understood?

SCP-4818 nods tearfully.

Dr. Valdez: Good. I can see you're still distraught. I want you to eat some food, drink some fluids, and get some rest, and we'll resume our discussion tomorrow. Maybe even try to fill out some of those forms we gave you in case our background check missed something. Okay?

SCP-4818 nods dejectedly.

Dr. Valdez: Good girl. I'll see you tomorrow.

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