SCP-4081 One of SCP-4081's approved portraits, sketched by foundation artist Dr. C. S. ██████.

Item #: SCP-4081

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4081 has shown to be able to escape through thin/poorly constructed walls by “phasing” through them, while his skull is embedded deeply in his mass of black smog. As a result, SCP-4081 is to be kept in an underground concrete cell measuring 10 x 15 x 10 at Site-12█. Security cameras and live monitoring are mandatory, and no less than 1 individual may be present inside his observation chamber at all times.

SCP-4081 will occasionally “sleep” and remain docile and dormant for up to ██ hours. However, these numbers are not constant, nor are they to be relied on. To prevent attacks, animal carcasses, skeletons of the deceased, dog bones, and butcher scraps, are to be lowered into his cell on a regular basis.

Description: SCP-4081 is an oversized, disembodied, human skull, donning a battered bowler hat with a singular eye in his right socket. The skull levitates accompanied by a shapeshifting mass of black gas. No visible organs lie within the mass, yet SCP-4081 is fully capable of consuming and digesting physical matter. vague, unoriginal, second-timer SCP written by an author with zero experience on the site. It's based off of an errant sketch done years ago that was coincidentally done right as the author figured out what SCPs were. It was also a bit of a last-ditch effort to come up with an idea before phoning it in and retreating to the ideas forum for crutch.

Analysis of SCP-4081’s gas shows a composition of carbon, asbestos, methane, and unidentifiable materials. Upon inhalation, D-Class test subjects have described the smell as electric fire, rust, and flatulence, and have shown to [DATA EXPUNGED] profusely and die 10-15 minutes after exposure.

SCP-4081 is fully capable of speech, and is usually cooperative with foundation staff, save numerous events where he became extremely hostile. SCP-4081 has had full conversations with the doctors and staff of the facility, noted in Addendum B-████.

SCP-4081 speaks in a new-york accent and uses slang dating back to the 1920’s and 1930’s. He is shown to have reasonable understanding of current events, such as on the 11th of September 2001, when he watched a televised broadcast of the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center and made comments indicating that he knew what was happening and why it was significant.

SCP-4081 states that his name is Robert Patt (see Addendum 4081-A1) and becomes extremely hostile and offended if referred to as anything other than “Rob,” “Robert,” “Rob/Robert Patt,” or “Mr. Patt.” Despite extreme sensitivity, he has shown to be intensely egotistical and narcissistic. He enjoys having his picture taken and requested that for his official ID to be an artistic portrait.

In interviews, doctors are advised to proceed with extreme caution, as SCP-4081 interprets almost anything as an insult, and will attack accordingly.

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+ Addendum 4081-A1 - Addendum 4081-A1 PERMITTED TO BE READ BY AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY BY THE ORDER OF O5-4 Addendum 4081-A1 Interview between Dr. ███████ and SCP-4081 on 3/7/199█ <Begin Log> Dr. ███████: Good morning, SCP-4081. How are you feeling? I’m Dr. ███████, and I’m here to- SCP-4081: …what did you just call me, doctor? Dr. ███████: I… I beg your pardon? SCP-4081: (suddenly immensely agitated) My name is Robert Patt, doctor. Dr. ███████: Oh, well, I’m very sorry. I didn’t know- SCP-4081: (lashes out and assaults Dr. ███████) <End Log> (Dr. ███████’s body was not found on the premises. SCP-4081 was very upset for about 2 hours, before settling down and eventually returning to an inactive state)

+ Addendum-4081-A2 - Addendum-4081-A2 Addendum 4081-A2 Interview between Dr. ████ and SCP-4081 on 3/20/199█ <Begin Log> Dr. ████: (After entering the containment chamber) Mr… Mr. Patt? SCP-4081: …Oh, bully. Another doctor here to harass me. What seems to be the problem, doctor? Dr. ████: None, Mr. Patt. I’m simply here to ask you a few questions. SCP-4081: (Pauses briefly) …well, if that’s all that you’re here for, I might as well make it worth your while. Go ahead. Dr. ████: Right, okay. Alright. Let’s commence. Come, err… approach me, if you please? SCP-4081: Well, I’m here. Let’s get on with it. Dr. ████: So, first question, Mr. Patt, is from where do you hail? SCP-4081: What, where’s my neck of the woods? Dr. ████: Yes, that’s correct. SCP-4081: That’s none of your goddamn business. (Mild reaction from observing staff.) Dr. ████: Oh, Mr. Patt, I’m very sorry for asking you a question outside of your comfort zone. It's just that you were recovered from the Hudson River, and the foundation is unsure if th- SCP-4081: Don’t start crying, doctor, I ain’t no pansy. You just have no business knowing where I’m from. Dr. ████: You’re absolutely right, my apologies. Now, if you don’t mind, can you tell me your age? When were you born? SCP-4081: 1906. June, maybe. I forget. I never really learned the exact date. Dr. ████: Right. I understand. Now, we used samples of your body in a type of carbon test and found that you and your head are over █████ years old- do you mind explaining- SCP-4081: I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, because I was born 1906. That I know for certain. You’d better not act like I don’t know how old I am. Dr. ████: Pardon me, Mr. Patt. I didn’t mean to offend you. Dr. ████: Do you mind telling me how you feel about the SCP foundation? SCP-4081: Well, I sure as hell ain’t a fan of yours. You jack-booted fucks scooped me up outta the Hudson like a trout. I never asked to come all the way out to R█████, get buried underground, go through test after test, get poked and prodded on by doctors, and spend the rest of my days down here in this pit! Dr. ████: We know it’s unpleasant, but you were putting innocent lives in danger, Mr- SCP-4081: I didn’t say I was finished, did I, doctor?! Why don’t we start talkin’ about my appetite? I’ve been feeling pretty hungry since this morning, and you look like a- (The confrontation-to-be is cut short by emergency steel panels falling around SCP-1081 as Dr. ████ flees the chamber.) <End Log>

+ Addendum 4081-A3-A - Addendum 4081-A3-A Addendum 4081-A3-A Interview between Dr. ████ and SCP-4081 on 3/20/199█ <Begin Log> (Dr. ████████ conducts the interview. She is a trained individual in Hospitality and is able to be outstandingly polite.) Dr. ████████: Hello, Mr. Patt, I’m ███████, but you can call me ████. Do you mind if I come in? SCP-4081: Make yourself at home, I suppose. It’s not like I’m living in luxury’s lap over here. Dr. ████████: Thank you very much! Anyway, I’m here to talk a little bit about what happened in March. Is that okay with you? Because if it isn’t, I’ll gladly step out- SCP-4081: Yeah, yeah. Talk. Dr. ████████: Oh, awesome. So, can you maybe tell me why you… SCP-4081: Why I [DATA EXPUNGED] that doctor? Dr. ████████: …that’s rather blunt, but, yes. SCP-4081: I’m not going to accept pieces of shit like him coming into my chamber, disrespecting me. And besides, I was… I was so hungry. Dr. ████████: What about Dr. ███████ was so appetizing, Mr. Patt? SCP-4081: His bones. Dr. ████████: His bones, Mr. Patt? SCP-4081: Yeah. His bones. They’ve got a nice crunch to them. It don’t matter if it’s a rabbit, or a deer, or a hunter, or even a little toddler that wandered too far out of momma’s sight… all bones taste the same. And they’re damn delicious. Dr. ████████: Do you like to eat bones, Mr. Patt? SCP-4081: Do I? Hell, the same way I “like” to stay alive. Bones are my creme-de-la-creme. But, what do you know? You guys’ jaws are so weak. You probably couldn’t choke down a rib. Just talking about them makes my mouth water. I can always smell when a bone is tasty. I can smell your bones right now. They’re covered in that nice, salty, juice… (Dr. ████████ becomes visibly uncomfortable) SCP-4081: Oh, you’re scared now, ain’tcha? Dr. ████████: Well, not… really, Mr. Patt. I just want to ask you some m-more questions. SCP-4081: I ain’t stoppin’ you. Go ahead. Dr. ████████: Would you benefit from a daily ration of various bones that the foundation can access, sent into your chamber? SCP-4081: I would. Greatly. Dr. ████████: Well, I’ll look into that. Thank you, Mr. Patt. SCP-4081: Oh, you ain’t goi- (Dr. ████████ swiftly presses the emergency button hidden in her palm, sending the emergency steel plates onto SCP-4081, allowing her escape from the container.)