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[[>]] [[module Rate]] [[/>]] //Notes from Dr. Bernstein's personal audio journal:// > **10.27.2016:** [http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-082 SCP-082] made an unusual request this afternoon. Instead of asking for clothes like it usually does, it asked for a set of books. Specifically, it asked for books of poetry, as well as an issue of //Oxford Dictionary and Thesaurus//. SCP-082 has also asked for a stack of paper, along with a quill. All requests have been approved, and the materials should arrive by tomorrow morning. Since its request, SCP-082 has refused all food and water, and sits quietly in its chamber. Quite peculiar behavior for a skip so amiable...Well, as amiable as an 8 foot cannibal can be. > **10.28.2016:** Ever since SCP-082 has gotten those books, it's been reading and writing nonstop. I've been surveying it for five hours and it hasn't taken a single break. It has used up three full stacks of paper already, most of which is crumpled on the floor. What the hell is it up to? > **10.31.2016:** I have never seen 082 this happy before. When I came into my shift this morning, it was still writing. It's been listening to more upbeat music and I saw it dancing to some of the tunes. If someone told me that I would spend my day watching a 700 pound cannibal dance like a ballerina, while writing poetry, and humming to Chopin, I'd laugh in their face. > **11.3.2016:** Still writing. It's still writing. Over the past few days, it's gone through ten stacks of paper. Well, I guess this is better than eating off the heads of the D-class. > > 082 spoke to me today. It said that it wished to read me a piece of poetry that it wrote. Oddly, it seemed quite genuine with its emotion. I told it that it could read it to me tomorrow, as it was 11 at night, and I needed to go to bed. 082 seemed alright with it, and I headed home. What the hell did I get myself into? [[collapsible show="Audio Log 082-A" hide="Audio Log 082-A:"]] **Foreword: The following is an interview of SCP-082 by Dr. Bernstein, head of SCP-082's containment.** > [BEGIN LOG (11.4.2016)] > > **Dr. Bernstein:** What exactly did you want to show us, 082? > > **SCP-082:** It is a piece of literature that I have written. I'm quite proud of it. > > **Dr. Bernstein:** *sigh* Alright then. Go ahead, 082. > > **SCP-082:** One moment please. I just need to reorganize my pages. (papers rustling) My apologies. I'm not normally this flustered...I'm ready. > > **Dr. Bernstein:** Any time, 082. > > **SCP-082:** Here we go. And--and do be warned. This is the first piece of poetry I have written. It will not be perfect. > > **Dr. Bernstein:** I'm sure it's fine 082. Go on and read it. > > **SCP-082:** Alright. Here we go. (clears throat) > > In the dank, deep depths of the dark alleyway, > Where no man can see the light of day, > There stood a boy wearing tattered attire, > And, in the corner, a small campfire. > With rags as a sleeping mat, and a box for a house, > And laying there, quiet as a mouse, > The boy knew not to make any sound, > For he knew what would happen if he were to be found. > > While sleeping in his cot, the boy slept well, > And felt, as a whole, rather swell. > The boy woke the next morning, hearing a shout, > And from his cot, he began to sprout. > Looking to the light, he saw a figure, > Though its full shape, he could not configure. > Two more entered sight, all were a blur. > Should the boy run? He was unsure. > > The figures came charging at a rapid motion, > Nothing could be heard over the commotion. > They grabbed the boys limbs, and pulled him madly, > The boy had to flee, but he could not, sadly. > Trapped by the figures, he was unable to walk, > With a cloth over his mouth, he was unable to talk. > With a thump on the head, his world became dark, > And along with the men, they disembarked. > > With a groggy grunt, the boy awoke with tears, > He was locked in a cage, the worst of his fears. > Draped in red, he could not see, > With bars of steel, he could not flee. > There was a rustle, then a light so bright, > The boy had almost lost his sight. > Then, a man, with a twinkle in his eye > Grabbed a cane and top hat, then began to outcry: > > "Ladies and gentlemen, children of any age! > Allow me to show you what is in this cage. > Around the world, I've travelled, sea to sea, > And I have brought a gift for thee to see. > Be warned, you may run crying in fear, > And this gift may also cause you to tear. > But fret not, my dears, for it will cause no harm > For if he does, I'll cut off his arm!" > > "This great, hefty beast has arms so strong, > That he could cut down trees all year long. > Yes, it's true, this beast has some muscle, > He could certainly proclaim victory in any tussle. > But folks, if you will have a look at this creature! > We must not neglect his most prominent feature. > With jaws of steel, and teeth so bright, > This creature's smile could light up the night!" > > The man turned to the boy, scowl on his face, > He whispered, "Come on, beast, pick up the pace! > Your audience is waiting, give em' a show!" > The man took the cane, then delivered a blow. > The boy shook with fear, not knowing what to do, > The audience before him began to boo. > With one last breath that reeked of bile, > The boy stood tall, and then, he smiled. > > Cheers, cheers! Cheers all around! > Not a single frown was able to be found. > The man stepped forward, and said, "How about that?" > The crowd before him threw coins in his hat. > The man was rich, all thanks to the boy. > "Perhaps," the man thought, "there is more use for this toy" > Then the man reached into a pocket in his back, > He pulled out a whip, and let out a //crack.// > > Blood cre--...blood...uh... > > **Dr. Bernstein:** Are you alright, 082? > > **SCP-082:** Yes...yes of course. Where was I? Oh yes: > > Blood crept down the boy's back, as thick as molasses. > Brought to his knees, right before the masses. > The boy let out a roar, all could hear. > The crowd shrieked, then ran in fear. > The man chuckled, and looked at the boy, > Then said, "Oh come now, don't be so coy. > From here on out, I'll be your guide. > And, together, we shall travel far and wide!" > > Days passed like months, and months like years. > Each day he was alive, he bathed in tears. > Was this his place, his final destination? > Is this life his only true application? > Whatever questions he asked, no one answered the boy. > For what was he if he not a toy? > It took many years, and much contemplation, > But at last, the boy received an explanation. > > In the crypts of his mind, there came a voice. > This voice allowed the poor boy a choice. > Shall he remain in his cage, filled with dejection? > Or shall he get revenge with divine retaliation? > The boy stared at his thousands of scars, > Then brought his attention to the light of the stars. > In order to escape, the boy needed a plan, > But most of all, he must become a man. > > It was the last day of the tour, the final show > What would happen? The boy did not know. > The man in the hat came out from the back. > He took out his whip, then gave another crack. > Still locked in his cage, the boy could not fight. > All he could do was shake with fright. > The man just chuckled, not giving a care. > He grabbed his cane, and gave one last declare: > > "Now folks, hear me, as I tell you my feat! > I stand here, offering you all a treat. > After many years of teaching and rehabilitation, > I present this beast to the entire nation! > For he is no longer a beast, no longer so cruel, > And with my teachings, he is now my mule. > Don't believe me, you say? Need I show you?" > The man then unlocked the cage, and out the door flew. > > Slowly, the boy inched from his crib, > To encourage him, the man jabbed him in the rib. > Picking up the pace, the boy made it out, > The audience before him let out a shout. > "Beast!" they called him. "Abomination!" they cried, > The boy could not smile, no matter how much he tried. > The man beside him, with eyes full of rage, > Shouted at the boy, while hitting the cage. > > "Come on, my boy! What are you doing? > Can you not see that the audience is booing? > After all these years, and all of this time, > Now is when you decide to begrime? > Show them your power, show them your might! > For I know that you're human, just ever so slight. > Show them how a beast like you does no harm. > For if you don't, I will saw off your arm!" > > The boy stood still, unable to move. > He could not find his internal groove. > The crypts of his mind internally froze, > Then suddenly, in front of him, a shadow arose. > The shadow engulfed the boy, entrapped his soul, > Then slowly and quietly, it began to cajole. > Finally, the boy knew what must be done, > And chuckled to himself, "Let's have some fun." > > The boy grabbed his captor, and held him tight. > He stared into his eyes, and saw the fright. > As the boy lifted the man, the man screamed in fear. > From his left eye, the boy saw him tear. > The boy did not care, he had no remorse, > For he knew that this man was truly so coarse. > The boy opened his jaws, and placed the man inside. > And though it was muffled, the man still cried. > > He squirmed in his mouth, as the boy began to munch, > Then he grew limp with one final **CRUNCH**. > > //(SCP-082 is silent for a minute, and then continues)// > > Blood gushed in the boy's mouth, it was quite a sight. > Still, unrelenting, the boy held on tight. > For he was no longer a boy, much more vicious and malicious. > As he devoured the man's flesh, he whispered, "How delicious." > Still wanting more, he turned to the crowd, > Who had already started running and screaming aloud. > The beast chased after, grabbing a few. > He ripped off their arms, then began to chew. > > After those few, he grabbed some more. > He ripped out their entrails, which leaked on the floor. > After those meals, he ran to the street. > He feasted on those with livers so sweet. > In the corner of his eye, he saw a young man, > With a pair of ripped trousers, and a gun in his hand. > Though he tried to take on the beast, > It was upon his corpse that the beast would feast. > > But before the beast could go any more, > He took a look down, and stared at the gore, > For this boy was like him, alone and afraid, > With no one else who would give him aid. > The beast was now alone, blood creeping in his scars, > No one could see him except for the stars. > With much shame, the beast fled the scene, > For he did not know how he could be this obscene. > > He took shelter in the woods, unable to cope > With the actions he made; he was out of hope. > He washed himself in a nearby river, > Scraping off the remnants of the young man's liver. > He grabbed some leaves, and then some sticks, > Then made a small cot, in which he affixed > A small drape for a door, and some leaves that were dead, > This was the only things the beast could call his bed. > > //(SCP-082 begins to tear, but continues to speak)// > > After the night passed, he awoke in a room, > With many bright lights, and a mood so gloom. > There were people above, staring at the aberration. > The creature then knew the reality of the situation. > His life flashed again, all of the pain, > All the creature could do was exclaim. > For he was again alone, with nothing to do. > Then, a voice from above said, "Hello, 082." > > //(SCP-082 breaks down into a fit of crying)// > > **Dr. Bernstein:** Is that...is that all 082? > > **SCP-082:** (sniffs) Yes...yes that is all. Thank you for your time. > > //(SCP-082 travels to the corner of the containment chamber and sits, facing the wall)// > > [END LOG] [[/collapsible]] @@ @@ [[include :scp-wiki:component:license-box]] [!-- N/A (No Images) --] [[include :scp-wiki:component:license-box-end]]