Interviewer: Doctor ██████

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX

Foreword: This interview took place 2 hours after initial contact, by Doctor ██████ in order to gain information about SCP-XXXX's anomalous property on Site-██.

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Doctor ██████: Hello little one.

SCP-XXXX: Hello…uh Doctor…██████ ?

Doctor ██████: Huh how do you know my name ?

SCP-XXXX: Isn't that your name right there ?

(SCP-XXXX gestured toward Doctor ██████'s name tag.)

Doctor ██████: Ah silly me…Anyway, how are you ? and can you tell me your name ?

SCP-XXXX: My name is ██████ ████████, and I'm…not well. I'm….really tired right now.

Dr. ██████: I will make this as short as possible. Or would you like to get some rest before we continue ?

SCP-XXXX: No! I….I don't want to go to sleep.

Dr. ██████: Can you tell me why ?

SCP-XXXX: I…I see horrible things in my dream. I see people dying. You gotta keep me awake Doctor.

(SCP-XXXX became agitated and grabbed Doctor██████'s arm.)

Dr.██████: I am here for you. Well then, let's start from the beginning. As I understand, you are aware that you have this, let us say, condition ?

SCP-XXXX: Yes.

Dr.██████: Do you know anything about the origin of your condition ? Maybe a how or a why ?

SCP-XXXX: It all started when I was 5. I still remember. It was my birthday. My parents were taking pictures for my birthday party. Mom was scared when she saw the picture and went to the other room. Dad followed her and when they came out they told all the guests to leave. After that day they start treating me differently, like I was not their child. Once in a while they took picture of me, but they wouldn't show me. I didn't know back then but now I can guess what that was all about.

Dr.██████: What about your dream ?

SCP-XXXX: When I was 9, Mom and Dad said they can't take it anymore. They called a priest from the Church we always went to. They said it was for my own good, because they love me. They said they will get rid of this demon inside me. They performed these "rituals" on me. It wasn't so bad at first, but it was obvious things didn't work out. I started having these nightmares. So they tied me to my bed and they start hurting me. My parent didn't stop them. One time they burned a cross on my hand. I just couldn't take it anymore. So I ran away from home.

Dr.██████: And where is your home ?

SCP-XXXX: In ████████. I grabbed my piggy bank and took a bus and I told them to take me as far away as this much money can afford. So I have been here for 4 months now. These homeless people took me in. Mr.B████ was the first one. He showed me the way around here. Life is….well at least there's no more homework and no one's hurting me anymore.

Dr.██████: Do these homeless people know about your condition ?

SCP-XXXX: I didn't tell anyone. Some people complain that they heard me kicking and screaming at night but Mr.B████ said it's fine if I don't want to talk about it.

Dr.██████: Mr.B████. You seem very fond of this Mr.B████, however our report show no one with this name around the area when we found you. Can you tell us where he is ?

SCP-XXXX: He's gone now. It happened a few days ago. I was doing the round around the block when some punks started following me around. I was scared so I left my food cart and ran back here. Mr.B████ covered for me. They backed away when they saw other homeless people started coming. Later that night when I was sleeping, I saw it, I saw myself beating Mr.B████ in my dream. I tried to wake up but I couldn't. When morning came it was too late. Mr.B████ was gone. We buried him near the river bank. That was….three days ago. I haven't slept since that day. I don't want to see anymore death. I…Doctor, you gotta keep me awake.

Dr. ██████: I understand.

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