SCP-8188

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Good afternoon, Dr. Foster.
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+ Project Proposal: 'Cleaner'
**Objective:** Contain or neutralize SCP-8188-A, and by extension, SCP-8188.

**Proposed by:** Researcher Harlan Yates

**Statement:** SCP-8188 has caused and is causing psychological distress and hysteria to a wide range of citizens within Bellamy. This prompts a need for containment and/or neutralization. Due to the nature of SCP-8188, the possibility of physical containment is uncertain. Our plan will take this into consideration and study the actions and claims of SCP-8188-A further in order to create a solution.

**Proceeding Measures:**
* Conduct an extensive review and background check into the life and death of one late Marcus Carver, who bore great physical resemblance to SCP-8188-A and who -A is seemingly claiming to be.

* Identify conditions and correlations between SCP-8188-A's patterns of identification of SCP-8188 victims, and the dreams shared between certain identifications.

* Attempt to intentionally cause an SCP-8188 event and conduct an interview with -A.

**Other Proposed Actions:** 

* Attempt to physically make contact with -A.
* After initial conversation, have SCP-8188 victim follow SCP-8188-A as to not lose sight of it, and therefore causing it to be unable to dematerialize.
* If physical contact is able to made, attempt to constrain SCP-8188-A, and contain it with Non-Physical Displacement Neutralizers. //(At least talk to it first. -Dr. Foster)//
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Marcus Carver (PoI-8188) was a male human who was approximately 19 years old at the time of his death. 

Carver was born and raised in ████ County, Bellamy, where he attended both elementary and middle school. Reports from Bellamy Middle School suggest Carver was an introverted but notably capable student. Early signs of social withdrawal and anxiety was noted by teachers and counselors, though no formal interventions were recorded. 

For high school, Carver moved to begin attending Hawlings Boarding Academy, a free, private, semi-prestigious boarding school located in the city of Hawlings. During his time there, Carver continued to perform well academically and showed an enjoyment for playing instruments. 

Further questioning of the academy's staff showed that Carver still displayed introverted tendencies, but was part of a "tight-knit" friend group, including individuals later identified as Marley Aberra, Daniel Batista, Ivan Alexandrov, Lucas Adams, and Julia Readings[[footnote]] This name is to be redacted for personnel below a clearance level of 4. [[/footnote]], the same names cited during by -A during SCP-8188 events[[footnote]] Most SCP-8188 victims bear resemblance to who they are identified as by -A. [[/footnote]], with Readings noted to be his girlfriend at the time. 

However, in the second semester of his senior year, Carver's academic performance declined sharply. Incident reports from Hawlings cite episodes of erratic behavior, depressive episodes, and alleged reports of visual and/or auditory hallucinations. School disciplinary records log Carver as having suffered a severe breakdown in December that year, resulting in his transfer to a psychiatric ward in Hawlings under temporary observation.

Carver was officially expelled from Hawlings three weeks into his treatment[[footnote]] No new rationale was given for this, only the initial breakdown that sent Carver into psychiatric care. [[/footnote]], and removed from the ward. Upon his return to his hometown, the local Bellamy High School refused his enrollment, citing "safety issues", "behavioral concerns", and "school policies regarding expelled students". Left with no viable educational placement and minimal support structure[[footnote]] Psychiatric staff at Carver's facility noted his and his family's mutual "distaste" for each other. [[/footnote]], family noted that Carver became increasingly isolated within his room over the next year.

His death by suicide took place approximately one year and three months after his return to Bellamy.
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//Note: This interview took place at a local coffee shop in Hawlings, where Aberra is employed.//

**Interviewee:** Marley Aberra
**Interviewer:** Researcher Harlan Yates
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**Yates:** Thanks for this, this will only take a second.

**Aberra:** Yeah, sure.

**Yates:** I would just like to ask you what you know about Marcus Carver? //Yates holds up a picture of the late Carver.//

**Aberra:** Oh, yeah, I remember him! We used to be friends back in high school. Huh, wonder whatever happened to him.

**Yates:** What do you mean?

**Aberra:** Oh, well back in our senior year, Mouse just uh, kind of started acting all sad. I mean, personally I had a couple weeks like that too, was stuck in my own head a lot. Always tried to ask if he needed help or someone to talk to when I saw him like that out on campus, but he'd just shake his head. Wouldn't hang out with us, and eventually I just stopped seeing him around. Never heard from him after. No one else I was friends even knew what happened to him for sure, just the one time someone told me he was in a psych ward or something.

//There is a pause.//

**Aberra:** ...What's this for? Is he okay?

**Yates:** I regret to inform you that he has passed away. I'm sorry to tell you this way.

//Aberra is visibly shocked.//

**Aberra:** Are you.. serious? Who even are you?

**Yates:** I'm his uncle. //Yates pretends to become morose.// He just wanted us to.. make sure his friends knew.

**Aberra:** I just can't believe it. I.. he was such a nice.. I.. I don't know. I.. 

//Aberra's hand, holding Yates's order, begins to quiver.//

**Yates:** Again, I'm sorry you had to find out this way. I was.. shocked too, believe me.

**Aberra:** I.. I wish I just.. tried harder. There were some days where I'd call his old phone and it was just disconnected. Always wanted to figure out what really happened.. Maybe if one of us had pushed a little more..

**Yates:** Thank you for your honesty. I know this isn't easy. 
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//Note: This interview took place in the library of the University of █████, where Adams is currently enrolled.//

**Interviewee:** Lucas Adams
**Interviewer:** Junior Researcher James Rozwell
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**Rozwell:** Thank you for agreeing to this study.

**Adams:** What's this about anyway?

**Rozwell:** It's on former students of the Hawlings Boarding Academy. Do you recognize this person? //Rozwell holds up a picture of the late Carver.//

**Adams:** Oh.. uh.. yeah, that's my buddy Marcus. At least we were buddies. What about him?

**Rozwell:** Are you aware that he has passed away?

//Adams's eyes widen.//

**Adams:** What? I thought he just transferred outta Hawlings.. how did he die?

**Rozwell:** Suicide. Sorry you had to find out like this. I just wanted to ask what you noticed about him before he, uh, was placed into psychiatric care?

**Adams:** Is that what happened to him? I guess Danny was telling us about a ward or something but I thought he was making a fucked-up joke. Jesus. 

**Rozwell:** Who is "Danny"?

**Adams:** Oh.. Danny was one of our friends. There were a couple others.. but Danny was his roommate in the dorm[[footnote]] On the campus of Hawlings Boarding Academy, there are many "student homes", far separated from the scholastic buildings. Each home is gender-separated and contains up to 12 students. Each student has their own room along with a roommate.[[/footnote]]. They were pretty close as far as I'd assume. He's really dead?

//Adams glances at Rozwell as if to request confirmation. Rozwell nods.// 

**Adams:** Damn. Well, he was acting fuckin' weird for a while, before I stopped seeing him in class.

**Rozwell:** What do you mean by that? By "weird"?

//Adams's expression wavers.//

**Adams:** ..Alright, for a while, sometimes he would say things about seeing stuff or whatever, and again, just thought it was a bad joke. But Mouse wouldn't usually make those kind of jokes, he was pretty funny. He wouldn't go anywhere, just went to class and right back into his dorm, Danny said. Wouldn't say a lick to any of us unless we would just walk right up to him. And I get it, things happen, maybe someone in his family died.. but it wasn't that, 'cause one day he was just like telling me and Danny, he didn't know what his problem was. And I was like, what the hell? How can you not know? I just told him like, dude, we're your best friends. We're not gonna report you or anything if you don't want us to. But he wouldn't say anything. I even asked him if he was still "seeing stuff" like before, but he just didn't even acknowledge that I said that.

//Adams becomes visibly upset and his voice begins to crack.//

**Adams:** I tried and tried to get through to him.. I just couldn't anymore. It was like he wanted help, but.. he couldn't accept it. Maybe he didn't know how, but after you try so many times, you just get tired. You get an idea in your head, that maybe they just want to be like that. We were about to graduate, I had to focus on my own stuff after a while. And when he vanished, honestly.. I knew what was going to happen.. I miss him.

**Rozwell:** I'm.. sorry.
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//Note: This interview took place outside of Alexandrov's home. Researcher Yates chose to use a photograph of SCP-8188-A instead of the deceased Marcus Carver.//

**Interviewee:** Ivan Alexandrov
**Interviewer:** Researcher Harlan Yates
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**Yates:** Thank you for agreeing to this. I won't take up too much of your time.. 

//Yates pulls up a picture of SCP-8188-A on his phone.//

**Yates:** Do you know this person?

//Alexandrov squints at the phone and then smiles.//

**Alexandrov:** Yeah, I think I do. That's Mouse! Jeez, I haven't seen him in a while, his hair really grew. That's him, right?

**Yates:** Yes, that's him. You knew him well?

**Alexandrov:** Hell yeah, we were like best buddies. It was so dumb, we became friends in this after school club for guitar lessons and stuff. He just started tossing his sheet music at me and I started returning the favor. //(Alexandrov chuckles.)// Heh, that was something. Teacher got //piiisssed//.

**Yates:** Did you both play guitar?

**Alexandrov:** Well, I played bass mostly. He was definitely a guitar guy, he was real good, actually. Me, him, and this other dude[[footnote]] Later identified as one Jack Malanga, who was not associated with the rest of the group other than Alexandrov and Carver. [[/footnote]] made like a three-piece band. Never really performed anywhere, but we would rehearse and make some really good songs.. At least I'd say they were pretty good. Tell him I said hi!

**Yates:** I can do that. When was the last time you saw him?

**Alexandrov:** Phew, I mean.. must've been almost a year and a half, I think.

**Yates:** Did you notice any changes in his behavior around then?

//Alexandrov's expression dims and he nods solemnly.//

**Alexandrov:** He was just.. all withdrawn. Staring at the floor, never bothered talking anymore. He was pretty quiet, but around us, he loved to crack jokes and chat and stuff. He didn't come out to rehearse, didn't go anywhere with us on weekends.. I'd see him around and it was just like a dead man walking. Asked him what was going on a couple times, he'd give me this halfway smile and say he was "tired". I don't know, I kinda thought he'd be good to go eventually. And then one day, he had this big bandage over his face.. and then I stopped seeing him altogether.

//Alexandrov pauses and stares at the picture grimly. His expression then brightens slightly.//

**Alexandrov:** //(pointing at -A's scar)// I guess that's what that bandage was hiding. At least he's alive, shit. Definitely tell him I said hi. And that.. I miss him. //Donut County// should reunite.

**Yates:** Of course. Thank you.
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//Note: This interview took place inside of a restaurant where Batista was eating. Junior Researcher Rozwell chose to use an image of SCP-8188-A instead of the deceased Marcus Carver.//
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**Interviewee:** Daniel Batista
**Interviewer:** Junior Researcher James Rozwell

**Rozwell:** Thank you for sitting down with me, it'll only be a minute.

**Batista:** No problem. What's the deal, then?

**Rozwell:** Do you recognize this person? 

//Rozwell takes out a picture of SCP-8188-A from a folder and Batista sits up suddenly to look closer at the image.//

**Batista:** Oh my God.. that's Mouse! Where'd you get this from? Damn, he looks older.

**Rozwell:** How would you describe your relationship with him?

//Batista sits back in his seat and sighs.//

**Batista:** Fuck.. man, he was like my brother. Soon as I met him in freshman year, we were just as close as could be. We were roommates and everything. Is he okay?

**Rozwell:** Uh, when did you last see him?

**Batista:** I think it was December in our senior year. Damn, like almost two years now.. is he okay? I remember that night at Greenwood[[footnote]] Greenwood was the name of Batista and Carver's student home. [[/footnote]] when they said he had to go talk to some therapists or whatever. It was the day that bandage appeared on his face.. I don't know what happened, but there was a bunch of blood on his pillow and he just woke up with it on. And it was super late at night when our houseparents[[footnote]] Houseparents are typically married couples who supervise students in a Hawlings Boarding Academy student home.  [[/footnote]] had him come out of the room. And he wasn't there in the morning...

//Batista pauses and scratches his face.//

**Batista:** That scar.. was he hiding that with the bandage then? I didn't know if he was cutting himself or anything.. our houseparents finally told me after me bugging them for a couple days they put him in a psych ward. Of course, they said it was a "therapeutic facility" or whatever but who gives a damn. Potato, po-tah-to. I ordered myself an Uber a bunch of times to that place, even told 'em I was family.. but they said he wasn't "accepting visitors". Can you believe that shit? I don't believe for a second that he said that himself. I hope he remembers me. I've been waiting to hear back from him, 'cause I remember one day that ward said he wasn't there anymore. Maybe they were bullshitting me.

**Rozwell:** Wel-

**Batista:** He was really just like a brother to me. Talked about damn near everything, but after Thanksgiving break, he just wasn't the same anymore. You can't imagine everything I tried to get him to cheer up. I mean, I knew him, I didn't smother him or anything cause I knew he'd hate that. But I really tried to take him places, give him stuff, talk to him, offer whatever I could. Once he told me and our other friend Luke that he was like "seeing things". I thought maybe it was bad dreams, he would like yell a lot when he was sleeping. If they put him in a crazy house, I guess it was way worse than that. The only person I'd see him talk to was his girl.. I wonder if they're still together. Haven't really talked with the rest of the gang in a while, now that I think about it..

**Batista:** //(quietly)// It's just not the same anymore.

//Rozwell appears as though he is deliberating on whether or not to say what he is about to say.//

**Rozwell:** Uh.. I regret to inform you.. that.. Marcus.. Marcus died.

//Batista's face immediately shifts to a mix between anger, denial, and depression.//

**Batista:** He.. died. He died? He fucking died?! 

//Batista shoots up from his chair.//

**Batista:** **//You think you're fucking funny?!//** You come to me and you just say some shit like "hey, you don't know me but your best friend died"?! All fucking deadpan. Who the fuck even are you? "//Marcus// died." Mouse was my fucking brother, do you understand that?

//Batista sits back in his chair and begins to sob.//

**Batista:** He.. I.. I can't.. I wish..

//Batista fully begins to weep.//

**Batista:** I miss you..

**Rozwell:** I.. uh..

//Rozwell leaves Batista to grieve at the table.//
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**Interviewee:** Julia Readings
**Interviewer:** Dr. Elaine Foster
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//This interview has not occurred yet. Due to the predicted sensitive nature of this interview, Research Head Dr. Foster is to conduct it in lieu of Researcher Yates or Junior Researcher Rozwell.//
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//Given that Dr. Foster bears vague resemblance to the late Carver's former girlfriend Julia Readings, the research head was accompanied by undercover security to temporary housing in Bellamy, to attempt to provoke an SCP-8188 event at a park nearby Carver's childhood home. The event was filmed and transcribed by undercover security dressed as pedestrians and from a surveillance vehicle across the street.//
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//Dr. Foster is seated alone at a table, reading a book[[footnote]] //Mother Night// by Kurt Vonnegut. [[/footnote]]. SCP-8188-A is first spotted walking around the block across the park, seemingly aimless. Materialization location unknown. After approximately two minutes of pacing and sneaking glances at Foster, -A crosses the street and approaches her.//

**-A:** //(soft chuckle)// I knew it. I knew it was you.

**Foster:** //(feigning confusion)// Sorry, do I know you?

**-A:** //(grinning)// God, I've missed you. I've missed you so much.

//-A takes a seat across from Foster and removes its hood.//

**-A:** How have you been? I have so many questions.. I'm sure you do too, haha.

//Foster stares silently at -A. A flicker of hurt flashes across its face.//

**-A:** It's.. it's okay, you don't have to say anything right away. I know it was radio silent for a while.. I can explain, though, really, I can. I know it's been a little too long.

//-A puts its elbows on the table and leans closer towards Foster.//

**-A:** ..Do you remember how we became friends?

//Foster appears disheveled.//

**Foster:** I'm sorry, I.. don't.[[footnote]] Dr. Foster planned to address -A as an SCP and interrogate it on its sapience. For unknown reasons, she deviated from this intent. [[/footnote]]

//-A's face twitches with disappointment once again.//

**-A:** It's okay.. we can remember together. Back then, remember when we'd all promise to still hang out with each other after high school? No matter what.. even if everything else fell apart. And you always used to turn and tell me the same thing.

//Foster appears to be invested.//

**Foster:** What was it again?

**-A:** //May you never forget me.// So I never did. I'm still here. I remember. Back when you were new, I just kept asking your name over and over in our English class cause I couldn't hear you. //(-A chuckles.)// You were so quiet, I couldn't hear. You got pissed, and then you asked me for my name.. and I said Mouse. And you said, "What kind of dumb fucking name is Mouse?"

//-A laughs again, then leans back and looks off into the distance.//

**-A:** I thought you hated me after that. I remember for a while, you would just sit alone, but eventually, you started giving me food randomly.  Do you remember when right before those state tests you gave me that big bag of Swedish Fish? Thing was like five pounds. They're still my favorite candy. Then we started sitting next to each other.. then we started really talking to each other... and then near the end of the year I asked you out by the football field. //(-A grins widely.)// When you said you liked me back, I ran a lap around the whole track. Remember over summer when I sent you all those letters? I miss that. Our little back and forth like we didn't have technology or something.

//Foster lets out an exhale; not quite a laugh, but not annoyance either. -A chuckles in reciprocation, but its face grows darker.//

**-A:** I wish I asked for help sooner.. I wish I didn't push everyone away. I never.. I just didn't understand. I started seeing things like I told you.. like out of a dream. I miss you. You tried.. You tried so hard.. There was only so much you could take. I get it. I was in a pit, but I wouldn't let anyone lend me their hand.. That one day you asked me "Are you even trying to get better?".. I remember. And I had no answer.. because I just.. wasn't. I'm sorry, Julie. But I'm here.. I'm here now. I'm better. It just took time. Do you remember? Do you remember us?

//-A's form begins to flicker. A section of the left side of it's neck is missing, similar to rare cases in an SCP-8188 dream event.//

**-A:** That place they put me in.. They said they'd let me out the next damn day. And they never did. I never got to go back to rehearsals with Ivan. I never got to play basketball with Danny. I never got to play video games with Marley or Luke again. And..

//-A trembles and its voice cracks, sobbing.//

**-A:** I never got to say I love you. I never got to say I miss you, give you another hug.. I tried. I tried to call you in there, but they wouldn't let me. They wouldn't.. and they made me come back here. I'm so happy you're here. I thought I'd never see you again.

//Foster begins to speak, but -A abruptly reaches out towards her. Its more distinct features have worn away, its body appearing more comparable to a smudge on glass than a human.//

**-A:** I miss you.

//-A's hand touches Foster's cheek. As soon as it makes contact[[footnote]] Dr. Foster described the feeling of -A's touch as "liquid nitrogen being spread on her face". [[/footnote]], it demateralizes completely. This is the only recorded occurrence of -A dematerializing directly in front of its victim.//

//Foster appears visibly shaken.//
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Dr. Foster next fell asleep in temporary Foundation housing in Bellamy. Her dream consisted of the rare case wherein SCP-8188-A is seen in the corner of the victim's sleeping space.
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//SCP-8188-A is sighted making minor spastic moments within the corner of Foster's sleeping quarters and breathing heavily. Its hood is down. A section of the left side of its neck is missing.//

**-A:** Do you.. remember?

**-A:** I'm still here..

//SCP-8188-A's speech becomes laborious.//

**-A:** It's cold... f...r...e...e...z..i...n...g...

**-A:** Iiiii miiissssss yyyoooouuuuu.....

//SCP-8188-A stands up quickly and walks over to Foster. It hovers over her and stares, continuing to whisper "I miss you". SCP-8188-A eventually grows silent, and the dream ends.//
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Dr. Foster rose from her bed frantically and requested a security check of her quarters. No anomalous presence was detected, other than the room being slightly colder than expected.

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Good evening, Researcher Yates.
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**From:** Researcher Harlan Yates <hyates@site322.scip.net>
**To:** Site-322 Director Spencer Hill <directorhill@site322.scip.net>
**Subject:** Behavioral Irregularities Concerning Dr. Foster
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Good evening, Director Hill,

I am sending this directly to you because it is becoming harder to ignore. Dr. Foster's behavior has taken an extremely concerning turn after our encounter with SCP-8188-A. Beyond the stray from plan in the confrontation, I am reporting the following deviations perceived in her behavior:

* Has become significantly more reclusive, rarely engaging with team members
* Has been observed spending extended periods privately reviewing SCP-8188 files
* Has begun to refer to SCP-8188-A as "Mouse" or "him" instead of its designation
* Is noticeably cold to the touch
* Has referred to Junior Researcher Rozwell as "Ivan" no less than twice

I respectfully request that Dr. Foster be evaluated and temporarily removed from the SCP-8188 research team, if for no other reason than becoming personally attached to the anomaly. For Christ's sake, Rozwell even heard her muttering "I won't forget" to herself. No one else around. That cannot be normal. [https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-8188/offset/2 I firmly believe that Dr. Foster cannot, under any circumstances, be allowed to interview our Person of Interest tomorrow.]

With regards,
Researcher Harlan Yates
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