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[[>]] [[module Rate]] [[/>]] **[[size 1.2em]]Document 451-A: Contents of SCP-451's Journal[[/size]]** > **06/05/20██:** It's been a month since everyone in the world disappeared. I should have never touched [REDACTED]. I should have called for backup. At the least, someone else would be to blame for killing off the human race. I'm in ████████ right now, the last town before I reach Site 19. Decided to take a pen and notebook and write down what I can in case there's another survivor somewhere. ████████ is just like all the other towns I've been to, as though it was abandoned just a minute ago. There are cars parked by the sidewalks and hot food on the tables. I'd assume time is just standing still but there's still a day and night and the calendars are always right. Things make less sense now than when it first happened. Tomorrow, I'm going to make my way to Site 19. If there are any answers anywhere, that's where they'll be. Maybe I can even find a way to undo the damage. > > **06/07/20██:** Site 19 is just like the towns. The security gate was open when I got there. The cafeteria had the lunch menu up, including my favourite. I helped myself to a little bit of it and put the rest in the fridge so it doesn't go bad. It's funny, when I was a kid, I fantasized about this. Everyone would be gone and I could go where my parents wouldn't let me and eat all the candy I wanted. Might actually be enjoying this if I hadn't grown out of it. > > I'm using my old quarters as my base of operations. Everything's been moved around in there and a lot of the stuff isn't mine. Tried to listen to this Norwegian band that was in the CD player. Couldn't stand them so I put their CDs in the quarters next door. I think it belonged to Agent Rommel way back when. Used to have some good times with him. This is going to be tougher than I thought. > > **06/08/20██:** Went back to the cafeteria this morning. Food was still steaming in the trays, half-eaten meals all over the tables. Checked in the fridge to help myself to some reheated tomato soup and couldn't find it anywhere. And then I realized that the breakfast menu is up. What the hell? Maybe I didn't read it right yesterday and it was the same menu then. But still, where the hell did my soup go? > > Maybe the boredom is getting to me. Haven't done anything constructive since I got here. Tomorrow, I'm going to start looking through recent documents and see if anyone noticed anything. > > **06/09/20██:** Terminals won't accept my access codes! Should have known it wouldn't be that easy. I managed to find Rommel's codes where he usually hides them. God bless your shitty memory, Rommel, wherever you are. So far, all I could find were some of his active cases. Tomorrow, I'm going to use some backdoors with Rommel's access and find me some good stuff in there. > > **06/10/20██:** Went to the terminal right after getting up. Now Rommel's password won't work either. Spent 2 hours trying to get in before I gave up. Might have to start looking for paper records. > > Went to cafeteria and found the lunch menu up. No tomato soup. There was cream of mushroom instead. No plates on the tables anymore either. Took some grilled ham and cheese and went back to my quarters. I need to think. > > **06/11/20██:** Starting to feel like I'm being followed. Probably just paranoid. Broke into Dr. ██████'s office. File folder was on her desk. Looked away for a moment and it was gone. I might be going crazy but I know it was there! Managed to pick the lock on the file cabinets but they wouldn't budge when I tried to open them. Almost felt like they were pulling themselves shut. Tried in 5 other offices and the same thing happened. > > **06/12/20██:** Went to cafeteria this morning. Breakfast menu. Went back 4 hours later and lunch menu was up. Went one more time at 17:00 and saw the dinner menu. Either I'm going crazy or the world is. Still feel like I'm being followed all the time so I can't count out Option 1. > > Knocked over a file cabinet and finally managed to grab some files before the drawer slammed itself shut. Files included [[[SCP-173]]], [[[SCP-945]]], and [[[SCP-657]]]. Nothing that really shed light on the situation. Folders disappeared right after I put them down. > > **06/13/20██:** Bullshit. Every file cabinet I can find is bolted to the walls now. Can't even knock them over. Even the ones I went to before wouldn't budge. At least the cafeteria had tomato soup again. Right now, I'll take what I can get. > > **06/14/20██:** (Researchers attempted to communicate by writing in the journal; this was overwritten by SCP-451) [DATA ILLEGIBLE] pissed in the chicken curry! And I think stuff is disappearing from my room now. Pen's missing. Stole one from Rommel's room. > > **06/17/20██:** Given up wearing clothes. Realized Site 19 is temperature controlled so all I really need are some sneakers. It's not like anyone will see me. Still can't find anything useful. I'm blocked everywhere I go. > > **06/18/20██:** Woke up shivering. Thermometer said it's only 5 Celcius. Wish I didn't put my clothes in the incinerator. Stole some from Rommel's room. Too big for me but at least I can stay warm. > > **06/19/20██:** Warm again. Yesterday was cold as hell. Could be things are finally starting to break down. Should have happened a long time ago. > > **06/20/20██:** And cold. It's like when the sun's only out if you have an umbrella. And then it's pissing down if you leave it at work. > > **06/25/20██:** Compromised by wearing a bathrobe. Probably for the best, I still feel those invisible eyes on me. > > **06/26/20██:** Haven't done any searching for over a week. Can't be bothered. Liver and onions for lunch today. > > **06/27/20██:** Fried chicken. > > **06/28/20██:** Veggie burgers. Threw them in the trash. > > **06/29/20██:** Beef stir fry. Could have used some soy sauce but it was all gone. > > **06/30/20██:** Pizza day. No Hawaiian. Total bust. > > **07/02/20██:** Second monthiversary since I killed everyone yesterday. Celebrated with some beer stashed behind Rommel's desk. Drank a second one for him. Drank another for each person I killed until I passed out. Woke up in a pool of vomit with what felt like an axe in my skull. Hair of the dog took the edge off. > > **07/03/20██:** Rommel's room empty. Should have known that wouldn't last. Ate a whole freakin' submarine sandwich. Wish I didn't. > > **07/04/20██:** Found a story by Harlan Ellison in someone's quarters. Almost fits me to a T. But what's the point in screaming if nobody's around to hear it? > > **07/05/20██:** I'm a f██████ coward. Can't even kill myself without asking for help. Went into [[[SCP-173]]]'s room and closed my eyes. SOB didn't even touch me. Instead [DATA REDACTED]. Wish I just disappeared with the rest of them. > > **07/06/20██:** Decided to chill with a few more SCPs. Still alive. F██████ useless. > > **07/07/20██:** Found razor blades on the floor of my room and a noose hanging from the ceiling. Couldn't go through with it. Still need help to do this. > > **07/08/20██:** Found a gun. That should finish me off fast. Going to break room to get this done. Been nice talking to you. > > I saw someone! Failed at killing myself but I got him good. Ran to infirmary to get first aid supplies. He was gone by the time I got back there. So was the gun. Couldn't even see any blood. > > **07/11/20██:** There was a memo hiding behind my desk. Don't quite know what it means but it basically says everyone's going to die, according to [[[SCP-657]]]'s predictions. Tells people to make peace with their gods and to enjoy their final moments. Looks almost legit if it weren't for the date of the deaths: July 11. Today. > > **07/12/20██:** The memo's changed. Now the date is July 12. I think I've got a theory brewing in my head. I'm travelling between dimensions. In each one I visit, the human race has just disappeared a moment ago. It all fits together! That explains why documents keep disappearing from right in front of me. Why nothing seems to break down even though it's been 2 months. Why I keep getting regular meals all the time. > > If I keep popping between dimensions, it might be possible for me to find a way back home. Site 19 still has the best resources to get this done. I just have to figure out what they are. > > **07/13/20██:** Found something interesting. Looks like the artifact I was trying to recover has wound up in the Foundation's hands in these parallel dimensions. Could be the key to getting out of this mess. The search is on to find this thing's SCP designation and get my claws on it. > > **07/14/20██:** This is my last entry in this journal as I've run out of room. Serves me right for stealing from a dollar store. I'm leaving this in my quarters for safekeeping. Even though everything else changes moment by moment, things seem to stay constant here. Aside from the memos. 657 keeps giving today's date as the end of the world. I'm keeping my new journal with me at all times. If I shift without it, a lot of data might be lost. I don't want that to happen. > > Goodbye, dear journal. You've served me well. Due to SCP-451's compulsion to keep the second journal on his person at all times, it is not currently possible to determine its contents. A covert operation by [[[SCP-423]]] has been suggested and is pending review. [[include :scp-wiki:component:license-box]] [[include :scp-wiki:component:license-box-end]]