Date: 03/05/2023

Interviewer: Dr. Alva Móðir

Interviewee: Dr. Sarah Stewart, former Serpents Hand activist.

Foreword: Dr. Stewart submitted herself to Foundation custody after five years of constant thaumatological activism against the captivity of anomalous humanoid entities. Dr. Stewart began experiencing late-stage symptoms congruent with SCP-3711 and sought treatment and asylum in exchange for strategic information on fellow activists. At the time of submission, Dr. Stewart's symptoms were noted to be "mild", generating some interest in studying her progression. As a result, she was provided with standard treatment for SCP-3711, and standard level 4 humanoid privileges.

Following repeated negotiations and numerous instances of cooperation, Dr. Stewart was granted level 3 housing. Dr. Stewart has not been visited regularly and was not under active surveillance for the three years of her containment until this interview, due to good behavior. She had been receiving monthly physician visits to assess her condition's progress. Dr. Alva Móðir was assigned as Dr. Stewarts regular physician following a rotation of several individuals, wherein Dr. Móðir established a reporte with Dr. Stewarts.

Dr. Stewart called for an interview a week before the normally scheduled visit, citing somewhat concerning developments.

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[Dr. Móðir enters Dr. Stewart's personal housing unit after announcing herself. She approaches the "dining room table" where interviews and examinations are normally conducted. She stops, looking in Dr. Stewart's direction. Dr. Stewart is seated, her exposed skin is notably red, especially around the hands and face. A ridge of what appears to be cartilage with loose flesh has begun to form on each forearm, and just above each ankle. A pile of peeled off skin is at Dr. Stewart's feet.]

Dr. Móðir: "Christ Sarah, when did this begin?"

Dr. Stewart: "Two weeks… give or take a few days."

Dr. Móðir: "You didn't call it in until today? Why would you wait this long? Tell me you didn't think a rash that bad would just go away."

Dr. Stewart: "To be fair Alva, it started really small and just spread progressively. I thought it was cause I was scratching, and that if I stopped it would go away. So I stopped, and you know, it kept going. So I thought it was some sort of allergic reaction allergic reaction to the shampoo, like the last time. Then, well, I started growing lumps out of my arms."

[Dr. Stewart holds up her arm presenting the protrusion. Areas where the skin has been peeled away are visible. Small patches of what appear to be iridescent pink scales come into view. Alva sighs and sits at the table.]

Dr. Móðir: "Sarah you have scales on your arm. That is not the result of an allergic reaction. You have a Ph.D. in theoretical physics, you're a scientist for mith- Christ's sakes."

Dr. Stewart: "Theoretical physics doesn't equip me to handle medical issues Alva, we've had that discussion. I thought they were hives, they sure itch like them."

Dr. Móðir: "You'd best come over here so I can have a look. I may have to call this one in."

Dr. Stewart: "Fuck, you know how much I hate the needles."

Dr. Móðir: "I do, which is why I told you to call in case anything abnormal started. Yet here we are."

Dr. Stewart: "I called as soon as something abnormal did start. A rash isn't abnormal when you've been using magic half your adult life."

Dr. Móðir: "Thaumatology induced or not, you should have called sooner. Don't make me chide you like this, I'm not your mother."

Dr. Stewart: "You might as well be, you care more than she ever did."

[Dr. Stewart rises and approaches the table, before pausing and going to the small kitchenette. She retrieves a cup, and a jug, which she fills with water. She sits at the table, pouring a cup of water for herself.]

Dr. Stewart: "Do you want a cup?"

Dr. Móðir: "I'm fine, thanks. We'll skip the formalities, we've been doing this long enough that I know you're you, despite the rash and the scales."

Dr. Stewart: "I'd make a sarcastic or sassy response, but right now I just want to figure out what's happening to me."

Dr. Móðir: "Do you want to do the standard schpiel, or just describe to me what's wrong?"

Dr. Stewart: "Lets… go with what's wrong. I don't need to know about the Hippocratic oath and Humanoid ethical protocols for the thousandth time."

Dr. Móðir: "Could have sworn you enjoyed hearing it. But yes, tell me about your symptoms."

[Dr. Stewart refills the glass of water.]

Dr. Stewart: "Uh there are a lot. Where should I start?"

Dr. Móðir: "Physical first."

Dr. Stewart: "Obviously, there's the rash. It started at my fingers and has just been crawling up my arms and legs. Started on my face on Saturday… or Friday… I'm losing track of time. Then there is this horrible lump in my arm. It's got all this loose flesh and Alva I can't believe I'm saying this, but part of me is thrilled that it's growing in and I don't know why the fuck that is."

Dr. Móðir: "Take a breath, Sarah. Is there anything else? New limbs?"

[Dr. Stewart pulls back her hair and turns her head. Flesh has begun radiating from her ears, mostly at the tip, with small protrusions down the length, forming cartilaginous membranes resembling fins. The coloration has been altered on this new growth, taking on a pink hue.]

Dr. Stewart: "No new limbs… but uh I looked in the mirror this morning and uh…"

Dr. Móðir: "I see."

[Five seconds of silence. Dr. Stewart refills the glass of water.]

Dr. Stewart: "Do you have any idea what is happening to me?"

Dr. Móðir: "This isn't gonna comfort you. I don't. Most people don't survive this long Sarah."

[Dr. Stewart refills her glass of water for the fourth time, and ignores the statement.]

Dr. Stewart: "God its so dry in here. I would kill for a pool or a place to swim."

Dr. Móðir: "You're dodging. The bath and shower not sufficient? In any case, I've done all I can in regards to requisition. A pool is beyond my abilities."

Dr. Stewart: "I know. I'd rather not talk about my imminent demise again. It's not the same. I just… there is this constant beating urge in the back of my head to go swimming in the deepest body of water imaginable. It's maddening."

Dr. Móðir: "This is the same urge you've been having in the dreams, being submerged in water yes? You have mentioned this several times before."

Dr. Stewart: "Yeah I…" [Dr. Stewart focuses on an empty corner of the room, near the camera. Her irises are noted to have experienced a slight change in color since the last interview. Dr. Móðir does not comment on this change.] "It's like… a singing in my head."

[Dr. Stewart refills her glass of water for the fifth time.]

Dr. Móðir: "You mentioned this all began during the first dream. Honestly, I'm surprised you've not talked more about it. It seems like something you enjoyed greatly. Would you mind indulging me and expanding on that?"

Dr. Stewart: [Absently] "It's magic Alva, call it what it is."

Dr. Móðir: "We both know I can't deviate from the terminology in the interviews. That's beside the point though, feel free to share the details of your first dream."

Dr. Stewart: "Maybe in a minute…" [Unintelligible]

Dr. Móðir: "Sarah?"

Dr. Stewart: "Yeah?"

Dr. Móðir: "You're mumbling again."

Dr. Stewart: "Yeah."

Dr. Móðir: "You're worrying me. Do you want to talk about the dream?"

Dr. Stewart: "Sure."

[Fifteen seconds of silence as Dr. Stewart continues to stare into the corner. Her pupils dilate. She absently peels loose flesh from her arms revealing more scales.]

Dr. Móðir: "Sarah?"

[Dr. Stewart does not respond. Dr. Móðir snaps her fingers in front of Stewart's face several times.]

Dr. Móðir: "Sarah can you hear me."

[Her eyes focus on the snapping fingers.]

Dr. Stewart: "What… I… Alva? What are you doing here How'd you get in When did you get in? It's… it's not been four weeks yet… Oh my god, what happened to my arm?"

Dr. Móðir: "We were just discussing that. You called me up because of the rash, and we were discussing your dreams, and your physical condition."

Dr. Stewart: "I don't remember. Wait I do remember. It's just, fuzzy."

Dr. Móðir: "Its ok. You had a dissociative episode. It happens."

Dr. Stewart: "I-, it feels so weird. I'm dreaming? I'm sorry."

Dr. Móðir: "You're not dreaming, this is real. It's ok. Let's talk about your first dream. It will help you remember."

Dr. Stewart: "I still feel fuzzy."

Dr. Móðir: "That's normal. Just start talking, it will help."

Dr. Stewart: "The first time I used magic like really used it, with my imagination, and not some ordered ritual, that night I had an incredibly vivid dream. I was me, but I wasn't me if that makes sense? I was human, I think. My dad was human but my mom wasn't. She was some sort of scaley merperson. It's hard to describe."

Dr. Móðir: "Don't exert yourself trying. Just give me what you can."

[Dr. Stewart goes to pour another glass of water. The Jug is empty.]

Dr. Stewart: "Shit. I need more water."

Dr. Móðir: "I'll get it for you."

[Dr. Móðir refills the jug and returns to the table.]

Dr. Stewart: "Thanks my mouth is dry as a desert."

Dr. Stewart: "So I get sent out from the village on this adventure after some ancient relic, and along the way, I discover I can use magic right? Like, not the stuffy limited stuff, like full blown powerful magic, only limited by your mind. The same stuff I had just tried out outside of my dream. And my god Alva, it was incredible. I could turn myself into dragons, lift mountains, heal grievous mortal wounds, with the flick of my finger, and the only limit was the scope of my mind."

Dr. Móðir: "It sounds like you were more than just a thaumaturge at that point, more like you were a reality bender or even a deity. After all the time I've spent talking with you, it surprises me you didn't immediately conjure enough chocolate cake to last a lifetime."

Dr. Stewart: "I was, and the thought didn't occur to me. Retrieving the relic was easy, and after that, a great vicious horde of demons arose from the underworld and I was cast off to fight them. Entire armies fell before my whistling ice blades."

Dr. Móðir: "Forgive me if I sound incredulous, but I would get bored after so much of that. There's only so many easy victories you can have before a person, even a god, gets bored."

[Dr. Stewart pours herself another glass. Her breathing is notably shallower than earlier in the interview. She has begun peeling the skin around her neck, tugging at loose flaps of excess flesh as if they are choking her.]

Dr. Stewart: "It's so damn dry in here. Like all the moisture has been sucked out."

Dr. Móðir: "I'll talk to environmental about having the humidity adjusted."

Dr. Stewart: "Thanks. A-After I beat the demon horde I started… there was this painful hollow longing in my stomach like something was missing. And then, there was this singing. Its like… it was like nothing I've ever heard."

Dr. Móðir: "Describe it?"

Dr. Stewart: "It was like someone poured a river of honey and molasses into the air, and gave my ears tongues with which to lap from it. So I followed the voice. I walked, and I walked for what felt like hundreds of years and came upon a great and deep ocean of many colors. Like the waves, a sudden and powerful urge like was clawing at my legs and suddenly I was on my belly and being pulled down into the water and I desperat- sorry I need… need water."

[Dr. Stewart looks at the cup, and pushes it aside, picking up the Jug and drinking directly from it.]

Dr. Móðir: "You're dehydrated. I need to call this in."

Dr. Stewart: "No! I need to finish."

Dr. Móðir: "Alright, alright, you're worrying me with the hyperventilating."

Dr. Stewart: [She ignores the previous statement.] "And I was dragged into the ocean, and Alva, before me. There before me was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Four yellow eyes gazed upon me with a love I had never felt. She was bound and chained, and suffering, blood dripping from her ankles and her wrists. Yet she sang. She sang and sang and it was so beautiful. It was a song about the love of everything and betrayal. Alva I've heard it every day. Every night. I hear it now."

Dr. Móðir: "Sarah, it's just an auditory hallucination, calm down."

Dr. Stewart: "I can't Alva. It's stronger around you than anyone else and I can't. I can't shut it out." [She begins gasping for breath.] "I-I-I C-c-can't breathe."

[Dr. Stewart falls to the floor clawing at her neck. Layers of excess skin are pulled away revealing pink scales underneath. The scales crack and rupture, forming four slits on each side of the neck, which are coated in a slick membrane. A fifth slit forms further down around the shoulders, a retractable layer of unidentifiable tissue begins forming, but does not proceed further.]

Dr. Móðir: "Christ alive." [Into a radio she pulled from her hip] "Medical emergency, humanoid containment sector, cell 35."

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