[Three hours of non-pertinent dialog omitted.]

SCP-3525-1: …when did you drop out of school, [REDACTED], and what drove that decis-

At this point a loud impact can be heard; the camera (mounted on D-17214's head) swivels to catch SCP-3525-2 pressed against the car window.

D-17214: Oh… oh, right, okay, here we go-

A flurry of movement occurs. Followup investigation revealed that D-17214 missed the injection point (inserting the syringe into SCP-3525-1's shoulder instead) and SCP-3525-1 managed to self-terminate.

D-17214: Whoa. [laughter] Man, that's messed up. Guess he just wasn't into needles, huh? [laughter] You, uh, you saw that he did that to himself, right? I had nothing to do with it, just want to make that clear. Annoying prick, though.

D-17214: Okay, now where's that other guy gone off to?

The camera swivels to the back window. SCP-3525-2 is still visible, although several dozen feet away now. After a short pause, it begins to walk towards the car, eventually pressing its face up to the window again. From up close, SCP-3525-2's features appear to shift repeatedly in size and shape every few seconds, as though being refracted through a number of lenses in rapid succession.

D-17214: You're… real hard to look at, buddy.

There is no response. D-17214 pulls out a Foundation-written questionnaire.

D-17214: So much for small talk. Okay, uh… who are you, and what is your purpose here?

SCP-3525-2's mouth moves slowly but no sound is audible.

D-17214: Hey, do you hear me? Who are you? Do you have a name?

SCP-3525-2: (quietly) Two-eight-four two-three-three two-seven-eight two-five-oh two-fo-

D-17214: Is that… what is that? Is that your name?

SCP-3525-2: (louder) Name… name. Name. Name?

D-17214: Yeah, dummy, name. Like, my name is [REDACTED], and your name is…?

SCP-3525-2: Name. Name is Carl… no, Carlton? Carlton.

D-17214: Huh. Surprisingly normal, for a creepy jello-faced guy. All right, Carlton, what's your purpose here? What are you doing here, exactly?

SCP-3525-2: Don't… know.

D-17214: Okay, well, they didn't give me a lot of instructions about followup questions, so I'm just going to take that one at face value. Moving on: What is this place, and where is it?

SCP-3525-2: Nothing.

D-17214: So… is that an answer to both questions, or-

SCP-3525-2: It is a lack. It stretches on without end or meaning. The buildings are shells, empty. Dewey stole eight bags. No one speaks, or hears, or knows. It's a place to lose yourself, softly. Jerry scored eighty-seven.

D-17214: Uh, okay, this next one I am actually interested in hearing you answer: Why are these drivers asking us all of these questions?

SCP-3525-2: Drivers?

D-17214: Jesus, the… the guy in the front seat of the car here, who kept asking questions all the damn time. Why? Why did he do that?

SCP-3525-2: The buildings aren't the only things here that are hollow. The people need to be filled up. Yaz smacked seventeen dingers. So they can leave.

D-17214: Filled up with what? Leave to where? …Dingers?

SCP-3525-2: Two-seven-seven. Two-three-four. Two-six-oh. Two-two-five.

D-17214: Well fuck me for trying to get a little more out of you, I guess. Next up: Are you also a driver? Is the driver… the, uh, the man in the front seat, is he one of you?

SCP-3525-2: He contains nothing. I contain more. You contain more, still. You and I, we… do not have the hunger that comes with nothing. Yet.

D-17214: Some, uh, mixed messages there, but we're almost through this thing and I figure if I push you I'll just get a bunch of numbers, so last question: Have you always been in this place, or did you come from somewhere else originally?

SCP-3525-2: I came from… I can't… it was a room. They brought me into a room and there was a man there and I was more scared than I had ever been before. And he asked me questions and he… took from me. That was the year Torrez let Bucky Dent homer off us and it broke my heart . I used to have so much more. I can't… it's all gone, now, except…

D-17214: A room, huh? Not a car?

SCP-3525-2: What did you say your name was?

D-17214: [REDACTED].

SCP-3525-2: [REDACTED], where were you born?

D-17214: Oh no, I'm not going through this shit again. Sorry, Carlton, we're done here, I'm out.

SCP-3525-2: No! No, I… gave so much to you, I don't have… you have to give me something. Please, just talk to me, I need to keep something, it just keeps going on and on and on without end and I have to have a real piece, to hold on to… I won't take anything you need, please, just - you have so much, and-

D-17214 reaches for the door handle on the opposite side of the car from SCP-3525-2.

SCP-3525-2: I don't want to become-

There is a sound of shattering glass behind D-17214 as he opens the door. When the camera turns around, SCP-3525-2 is gone and the scenery has returned to normal. There is no apparent damage to any window.