AI Record - Tyrannius

Summary:

Requested feedback on AI-assisted draft, overly purple prose, unusual punctuation, extraneous subheadings, extraneous quoted closing, triplet list pattern, nonsensical magnitude description, key identifying phrases. Lied about AI usage.

AI Record - Tyrannius

Zyn 25 Aug 2025 06:36

Noting that new site member Tyrannius (account age 3 days, site membership 2 days) recently was requesting feedback on the following sandbox draft, which has indicators of AI-generation: https://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/the-boy-born-to-live

Most recent revision; note that the draft is over 10k words long.

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**Item#:** SCP-XXXX

**Object Class:** Euclid

**Special containment procedures:** SCP-XXXX is to be provided with living quarters 7m x 7m in size with steel walls 3 feet(0.9m) wide. The outside of the quarters is to be lined with a copper mesh with steel reinforcement, and beneath the floor finish, a continuous metal tray to collect and sink stray electric charge is to be installed. The walls of the chamber are to be lined with thick polycarbonate or glass panels. Both the wall and panels should be thaumaturgically enhanced to improve their durability. These quarters are to be maintained regularly. SCP-XXXX is required to wear thaumaturgically enhanced steel boots and mittens unless under the direct supervision of qualified personnel. They are to be fed three times a day at time intervals of 09:00, 14:00, and 19:00 accordingly. The itinerary for consumption is the cadavers of large bovine species. Including but not limited to Bos taurus, Bos indicus, and Syncerus caffer, of which SCP-XXXX seems to prefer. While bovine species are not a necessity to feed to SCP-XXXX, as it is capable of ingesting any organic or inorganic material, the size and nutritional density of these species sate SCP-XXXX’s compulsive hunger episodes rather efficiently. And despite their ability to do so, inorganic matter cannot subdue SCP-XXXX’s hunger.  In the rare event of the SCP experiencing a hunger pang,  the inner polycarbonate is backed by a grounded conductive grid capable of delivering up to X kV across contact points to incapacitate SCP-XXXX during Event XXXX-α (‘hunger pang’) onset. This incapacitation is often long enough for sustenance to be safely entered. However, if this fails, a minimum of three D-class personnel are to be deployed into the containment chamber to end the event.

**Description:** SCP-XXXX appears to be a brown-skinned black male child of African origin, standing at a height of approximately 153.7 centimeters(5.04 feet). In terms of physiological age, they appear to be around ten years old in appearance. SCP-XXXX weighs in at a total of 247.661kg (564Ibs). The object requires no sleep and is not traditionally affected by the process of senescence.

The subject is anatomically human externally, with the exception of a few apparent deviations in its biology.  The irises of SCP-XXXX are unnaturally large in comparison to homo sapiens and are circumscribed by a black limbal ring, as well as being gold in coloration. The pupils of the subject are also vertically slit with ophthalmic structures that parallel those of the crocodylidae, being optimized for vision in environments of low luminosity. The object also possesses a total of two horns made up of unknown biological material. The structures begin from the posterior of the parietal region and point forward past the frontal bone for a length of 12.7cm(5in). The horns are superficially similar in structure to some breeds of highland cattle, with distinct differences being that the horns are pitch black, with only the tips being white and ridged as well.  Finally, the subject has a wide reptilian tail approximately 1.6 meters(5.25 feet) in length with large plated scales of onyx and ivory colors similar to that of their horns. The structure is prehensile, heavily muscled, and displays the ability to grow spines in times of distress. SCP-XXXX also bears two symmetrical pitch-black markings of unknown origin, resembling simplistic tribal designs. Histological analysis confirms these are endogenous pigmentation patterns, not tattooing or scarification. Their appearance is static and impossible to remove. Other deviations to typical biology include the subject's two rows of seemingly human teeth, though the canines are abnormally long compared to homo sapiens. And finally, despite deviations, SCP-XXXX is consistently rated as possessing a positive aesthetic valuation by human observers, suggesting a degree of phenotypic attractiveness that exceeds baseline variance.

**Anomalous Properties:** SCP-XXXX exhibits a slew of anomalous phenomena mostly related to its biology. One being its remarkable weight and density. Despite the subjects' relatively small form, their tissue being several times denser than a human's pound for pound has led to their roughly quarter-ton weight. Along with their weight, SCP-XXXX possesses an anomalously enhanced level of strength, speed, durability, and stamina. Capable of ignoring small arms fire and only being slightly bruised from cutting-edge high-caliber arms, though clearly not invincible nor immune to physical damage. When pushed into violence so usually during its hunger pangs, SCP-XXXX's body changes to be able to hunt more efficiently. Its dual rows of teeth are capable of changing to a mouth full of fangs. Its nails on both hands and feet are capable of shifting to dark and pointed claws, and as previously described, its tail is capable of growing dangerous, shredding spines along its length.

SCP-XXXX does not seem to possess a nucleus within its cellular structure and thus lacks any form of identifiable DNA. Another anomalous property discovered through further testing on the subject's cells was their durability. The cells of SCP-XXXX all appeared to possess an equivalent level of durability. While radiation tests were unable to reveal the secrets of the body of the subject, simple but more invasive tools, such as an endoscope, seemed to work sufficiently. Revealing that SCP-XXXX has a variety of other oddities within its form. Including three hearts not of typical shape. Crystalline bones of gray and white coloration whose internal structure resembles a lattice. Armored veins covered in a dark sort of crystalline chitin structure. Subdermal armor and a lack of a nervous system, as well as several other redundant organs, a few of non-terrestrial origin. Through studies of harvested muscle and bone cells of the object, it was discovered that whether muscle, bone, or blood, all cells remained equally durable, rendering many of their conventional biological functions effectively redundant.

**Regenerative and Adaptive Properties:** The object also possesses anomalously perfect regeneration. The object's cells do not degrade upon replication, and no replacement of cells has been observed within the body of SCP-XXXX. The subject's body also does not undergo senescence; its cells do not decay, thereby rendering it biologically immortal. The cells of the anomaly also possess an adaptive ability. When exposed to microbiota or microphenomena of any sort, the cells of SCP-XXXX will change rapidly in order to counter the threat. All foreign microbiota or anomalous microphenomena introduced to SCP-XXXX’s system are met with immediate, hostile cellular response regardless of pathogenicity. This immune response operates universally, indiscriminately, and with anomalous efficacy. It has also been observed that if the cells that are separated from the main body of SCP-XXXX adapt to a threat, the entire system does. This process of updating seems to be instant and seems to be unable to be prevented or hindered by any means. Similarly, damage to a cell of SCP-XXXX causes it to regenerate slightly more durable. This adaptation also increases the superhuman qualities of the object by a minuscule, nearly immeasurable amount. However, the cells of the anomaly have been observed to disintegrate completely on a molecular level after approximately seventy-two hours of being separated from the main body for an unknown reason. The study is ongoing as the cells are thought to be used to be able to solve a variety of anomalous viruses that the foundation has marked for neutralization or containment.

But the greatest anomalous quality of SCP-XXXX is its immunity to anomalous qualities. Through crosstesting, it has been noted that SCP-XXXX is seemingly immune to mental alteration from other anomalies like SCP-999, SCP-1230, and SCP-[REDACTED]. And when testing SCP-XXXX’s cells with anomalies that directly alter shape or matter, they also seemed to be unaffected. The reason for this is yet unknown, but it is of great interest to the foundation. It should be noted that the subject's several anomalous propteries make it strangely suited to continued survival.

**Psychological Profile:** SCP-XXXX has a high learning capacity, learning the English language in a short period of three months. It also tends to be extremely docile, usually not a danger, and able to engage in effective conversation with staff. However, through the diagnosis of therapeutically trained staff, it has been determined that SCP-XXXX possesses a sort of depressive self-schema or self-defeating cognition. Their persistent self-loathing, consistent with a depressive self-schema, sometimes causes them to harm themselves, but due to their durability, they could not manage to do so lethally. The only time SCP-XXXX becomes a threat to Foundation personnel is during its hunger pangs. While the object's body, according to studies, shouldn’t need sustenance at all, and is capable of eating and digesting inorganic material. During sudden times of not being fed or if not fed enough, the subject will enter a state of induced rage, where it will harm everything around it until it can ingest a large amount of organic matter. The foundation has learned to deploy D-Class personnel in times when these hunger pangs can not be suppressed in short order, to be sacrificed. This causes SCP-XXXX’s self-loathing to intensify significantly and for it to end its pangs shortly after at the cost of its mental health and much time spent in self-imposed isolation. In which the subject, when forced to speak with staff, is likely to request termination.

**Discovery:** SCP-XXXX was discovered within a previously undocumented subterranean basin in the [REDACTED] province of [REDACTED], Central Africa. The entity was located unconscious, its mouth coated with human blood, alongside evidence of repeated self-injurious behavior (cranial and horn-impact markings present in surrounding stone).

The surrounding area contained the corpses of approximately ███ members of the previously uncontacted Ubala tribe. Subsequent field study revealed extensive cave paintings within the basin, dated via uranium-series analysis to ~324,000 BCE, making them among the oldest known symbolic human art. Studies also showed that some of the newer pigments and liquids within the cavern responded to the thaumaturgical detection devices, implying the usage of some ritual.

There were simple paintings done against a massive cave wall. The sequence was as follows.

# One was of a group of tribesmen watching the starry sky.
# Next, a rock fell from the sky, creating a basin. Later, it was discovered by the people that the rock was a glowing egg. The people began to dance around it.
# Soon, a member of the tribe died, and they brought it before the egg. But the egg absorbed the person in question. From then on, the worship of the people grew more intense and fanatical. They brought beasts. Then captured men from other tribes then sacrificed their own. And each time the egg grew brighter and life pulsed around it as it did so.
#  The next image was a prophetic one. An image of a day when the creature hatched, and the descendants of the tribesmen would devour it to become glowing beings with the same glow that came from the egg itself.

The Next set of images was new. Through dating, the oldest of the images were merely two decades in age. The sequence was as follows.

# The egg hatched. From it came a boy with horns and a tail.
# They taught the boy and loved him, celebrating him. He showed off his power to them, for them. They rejoiced.
# They dressed the boy in robes and gave him the brew of serpents' venom and psychotropic herbs, both ceremonial and to weaken him. They locked him in the cave, subsumed in some sort of liquid until they entered to partake in him. And they did in [REDACTED] ways. But when they came back to finish.
# The sequence ends abruptly with a panel of red pigment covering the cavern wall, with no figures or structures discernible.

SCP-XXXX was recovered just outside the cavern at the center of the basin as previously described.

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Addendum XXXX-INT-1
Interviewer: Dr. Boniya
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX

<Begin Log>

Dr. Boniya: So, would you like to elaborate on what happened at the tribal ground? I feel as if we’ve been making quite some headway, no?

XXXX: …I was told that I was going to help them do something great. They dressed me up and then—

Dr. Boniya: And then?

XXXX: I was put in a special place. A place where the walls bled with painted stories. They fed me something sweet-bitter that pulled my eyelids down, then laid me in something cold and sticky. It smelled of clay and blood. The air buzzed with low chanting, I couldn’t tell if it came from outside, or inside my skull.

Dr. Boniya: Were you ever curious about why they were doing what they were?

XXXX: No, and it was because I was loved. As the earth hugs the sun. As the stars bolster the moon. What happened was love. I was…

Dr. Boniya: I see. Let’s go step by step. After you woke fully, what did you first notice?

XXXX: At first… nothing. Just the dark pressing in. Time dragged. I felt hungry, like my ribs were folding in on themselves. The silence clawed at me.

Then I started to feel it—heat building in my chest, tight, like I was being boiled alive from the inside out. That’s when the anger came.

Dr. Boniya: The anger. What did you do with it?

XXXX: I hurt people. I don’t even remember who. They were just there. And I needed to make the heat stop. They loved me and I didn’t even think as I ended them.

Dr. Boniya: And when the heat left?

XXXX: It didn’t. Not really. I thought it would, but… it just turned into something else. A weight. Like I was being dragged under. It’s still here after all this time.

Dr. Boniya: You’ve described yourself before as undeserving and have harmed yourself several times. Would you say that belief — that weight — guided your thoughts and actions?

XXXX: (long pause) Yes. I thought… if I was nothing, then nothing I did mattered. Maybe then it’d be easier…

Dr. Boniya: And now?

XXXX: (voice breaking) I want to die so badly. Be alone so badly. But I… can’t. I can’t stop breathing. I can’t—

Dr. Boniya: Reel it back now and take a breath. I know you’ve been given the materials of the late Ubala clan. Did you consider that—

XXXX: Even if they hurt me. Even if they did things to me. Even if they stripped my bones or ate my flesh, it would be okay. Because that is what I deserve. To live is to inconvenience other people. I hate it. It’s so meaningless.

Dr. Boniya: Humans are meaning-seeking creatures. Life is inherently meaningless for us all. That means nothing to us. The fact we exist gives meaning to the meaningless.

XXXX: I am not human, Doctor. I never have been. My life does not give anything. It does not grant anything. I took the lives of how many simply to be born. Twisting the minds of a bloodline who loved me. Only to, in the end, take their hopes and dreams. I don’t exist in meaning, I take meaning from others.

Dr. Boniya: …An empty fear for a child to have.

XXXX: It’s not fear, it’s certainty! And I’m scared. I’m afraid every day that I’ll take more. Inconvenience more. And I am proven right again and again. I am chained in a room, but I deserve it. I enjoy it. I only wish I could go where they went. I only wish I could apologize. But I just… can’t… stop… living!

Dr. Boniya: I can’t say I understand that struggle. What humans struggle with is mortality, not the vastness of time. But that said, you have a heavy cross to bear. But I hope you never stop feeling a part of that weight. Because in that heaviness, you might find meaning to your eternity.

XXXX: I want to be alone now… please.

<End Log>

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Addendum XXXX-INT-2
Interviewer: Dr. Boniya
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX

<Begin Log>

Dr. Boniya: Hello, At—

XXXX: Do not use that name, please. It was given to me by the tribe. I don’t deserve it.

Dr. Boniya: I see. Most humanoid anomalies prefer the use of their given name.

XXXX: I am not human, Doctor.

Dr. Boniya: Indeed. Since last we’ve met, I’ve seen you’ve been reading more classic human literature.

XXXX: (Nods)

Dr. Boniya: I see a particular interest in //Thus Spoke Zarathustra// by Nietzsche. Is there a reason?

XXXX: The camel, the lion, and the child. The three stages of what makes an Überman. I find his attribution of these traits to a select few wrong.

Dr. Boniya: How so?

XXXX: People — humans — always challenge what they believe. Perhaps not all of them. But many. There were some I knew like that. Some who saw me as one of them. Even in the tribe growing up as they did.

Dr. Boniya: Continue.

XXXX: To bear the burden of society and what is and what is not. The rules by which the system works. The ability to challenge these systems or thoughts, perhaps even biases which molded an old form of mind. The ability to move from these thoughts and create new worlds of perspective in which to live.

XXXX: The civil rights movement, suffrage, the Stonewall riots, the anti-apartheid movement. Even those who I thought were wrong for trying to take me away from the elders of the tribe. People have shown again and again they possess the ability to stand and change the world around them. It is not a quality limited to the few.

Dr. Boniya: So you are saying there is no Über, but rather simply a mensch.

XXXX: (Nods)

Dr. Boniya: So what relation does that have to you?

XXXX: Stagnation.

Dr. Boniya: Elaborate.

XXXX: I have been alive for many seasons. Enough for a newborn to become a strapping young man. But I do not change. I remain the same.

Dr. Boniya: Physically, perhaps. But that is not what the text in question represents. While built off several contentious and harmful ideologies, your interpretation of the process of becoming seemed fine to me. So you should understand it is a mental evolution and not a physical one.

XXXX: The basis of it was the human mind and its potential. Or at least the way in which I see it. The capability for change requires transference through time.

Dr. Boniya: Are you saying you are incapable of change because you are not human, or because you experience linear time differently?

XXXX: I don’t experience time differently. It is a matter of perspective. I exist without end and am chained by hunger. Humans exist with end. Their bodies change through life and they have walked past base instincts. Those who change versus those who are unchanging. What other conclusion could I come to?

Dr. Boniya: You have a rather high opinion of humanity. But you should know better than anyone that far from all humans have ascended past their base instincts.

XXXX: That is because I was around. The era, the environment, the times have limited humans before. I simply became the manifestation of that. I stole so much of their change. Years of development. And I could not repay them.

Dr. Boniya: That was not your fault.

XXXX: Then whose was it?

Dr. Boniya: Their lack of capability to distinguish what they should and should not do does not bear on—

XXXX: It wasn’t their fault.

Dr. Boniya: You are a child, a newborn. You only knew what they—

XXXX: It wasn’t their fault.

Dr. Boniya: In the end it’s due to the twisted—

XXXX: IT WASN’T THEIRS, IT WAS MINE! I killed them so it’s mine! Stop… trying to take that from me… you don’t know, you don’t know…

Dr. Boniya: …

<End Log>

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Addendum XXXX-INT-3
Interviewer: Dr. Boniya
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX

<Begin Log>

Dr. Boniya: Hello again, X.

XXXX: Doctor.

Dr. Boniya: How have you been?

XXXX: The same. Better. It’s been a while since the last time I got hungry.

Dr. Boniya: Good. Good. Now, today I’d like to address some things about your past.

XXXX: I don’t want to talk about the incident.

Dr. Boniya: Neither do I. What I’d like to speak about is before then.

XXXX: Before?

Dr. Boniya: Before you fully woke and the hunger started. If I remember correctly, according to the recordings, they fed you several strange concoctions, yes?

XXXX: Yes. It was for the event.

Dr. Boniya: Right, the ritual wherein they would ‘partake’ in you.

XXXX: (Gets visibly agitated)

Dr. Boniya: According to some of the paintings, likely done while your body was adapting to the concoctions, what they partook in was not merely the devouring of your flesh. That was merely the last step.

XXXX: It doesn’t matter. It was their form of love.

Dr. Boniya: I see. But did you, in a haze, enjoy this ‘love’ of theirs?

XXXX: I… I ended them. I took away their everything. I don’t get to feel—

Dr. Boniya: The retroactivity of your actions doesn’t change their intent, does it?

XXXX: Doesn’t it? Nothing they could do can compare to what I did.

Dr. Boniya: Maybe if you are clinical about it. Perhaps if you look at lives and harm as a number, yes. But that’s seldom the case in matters of morality. (The doctor sets his notebook into his lap.)

Dr. Boniya: Have you ever thought about why you did what you did?

XXXX: It was simply my nature. I told you before.

Dr. Boniya: Yes, hunger could be a source of it. That was the first time you were prevented from eating for so long, after all. However, your body does not need sustenance.

XXXX: What are you trying to say?

Dr. Boniya: Perhaps your pangs of hunger are not due to hunger. Perhaps they are rage. You were betrayed—

XXXX: I wasn’t betrayed!

Dr. Boniya: Right. You were locked in a place by people you loved and people who loved you. But their sense of love and yours were mismatched. Your mind may have been harmed from this process. And your so-called hunger pangs were created to protect yourself. To protect the mind of a child from the twisted desires of their caretakers.

XXXX: Even if that was the case, which it is not, what kind of mind would make it so that I am seemingly forced to harm others? To end others? Long after the Ubala were gone? Even if you were right, a mind like that is wrong. Not justifiable in any way! So even then I’m still—

Dr. Boniya: You are right. But that is the thing about scars. Scars of the mind do not follow logic. Nor do they follow rules. They are indelible marks of pain we carry and which shape us. The marks of that pain we bear are expressed in our personalities. They do not represent peace but rather survival. You survived X.

XXXX: That’s nonsense! I would know. I felt the rage. The lack of control. I didn’t want to do it — or if a part of me did, it was my nature. It wasn’t fear. I hate that! Stop saying that!

Dr. Boniya: Do you hate it because it bears more on your conscience that it was an unconscious choice to end them? Or perhaps do you hate it because it implies they were in the wrong—

XXXX: **Enough!** (The subject roared.)

Dr. Boniya: Let’s stop there for today.

<End Log>
______

Addendum XXXX-INT Final
 Interviewer: Dr. Boniya
 Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
<Begin Log>

Dr. Boniya: So, X, I have heard you’ve been reading more materials that were sent to your chamber.

XXXX: (Nods) I heard they were sent mostly by you. Thank you.

Dr. Boniya: One needs a base of knowledge to explore the self in depth. Now, before, I know you mentioned feeling stagnant. Can you find it in yourself to elaborate a bit more on that?

XXXX: “A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in.”

Dr. Boniya: An old Greek proverb of unknown origin. An oldie and a goodie, as my professors used to say. Does this have particular meaning to the topic?

XXXX: Inheritance. That is what is extraordinary about it. When I read this I was astounded at the idea. Or rather, I realized my lack of part in it.

Dr. Boniya: Inheritance? Clarify, please.

XXXX: It is about process. I can never plant a tree for others to take shade under, knowing I will be gone. For everything I do is with the knowledge that others are temporary. Another philosopher wrote of the five ages of men.

Dr. Boniya: //Works and Days// by Hesiod.

XXXX: (Nods) He described the differing stages of humanity. The end of one era into another and then another.

Dr. Boniya: Indeed. But what he described was not progress but rather descent. From the divine and eternal, not unlike yourself, to the mortal and temporary. In the end it would accumulate in destruction. The end of an era. It is an unavoidable cycle — a faulty one.

XXXX: That is only one way to interpret the work. If we ignore the divine and take his words to be metaphors, then it is the rise of a society, the reach of its peak, its gradual decay, and then its end. How many times has that happened over history?

Dr. Boniya: Endless times.

XXXX: Birth, life, decay, death. And finally, new beginnings. The age of iron, the end, does not represent absolute destruction, for remnants are left behind for other civilizations to be born. The shade of trees grown by those of the past for younger ones to strive. The camel of the past is broken by the lions which are reborn as children and imagine and create new futures — a new civilization.

Dr. Boniya: The march of progress for humanity. Not a pointless cycle, huh? But I don’t see how that’s related to your own sense of stagnation.

XXXX: Life. What is the meaning of it? Or rather, what gives it meaning?

Dr. Boniya: A broad question. But I believe we have addressed this before.

XXXX: The search for meaning itself, fine. But searching does not mean reaching an answer. I’m thinking of my own answer, my own solution. I want to hear your view.

Dr. Boniya: Well, aside from that then, to be objective, I can only refer to the biological. The meaning of life is to preserve our genes now and forevermore.

XXXX: If that was the case, then I would be fulfilled. I do not die. If that was the meaning of it all, then I have already achieved it. And yet I am empty.

Dr. Boniya: There is an irony in that. The world is cruel in that way.

XXXX: “Heaven and Earth are not humane; they treat the ten thousand things as straw dogs. The sage is not humane; he treats the hundred families as straw dogs.”

Dr. Boniya: (laughs) //Tao Te Ching!// You’ve become rather well-read in a short time.

XXXX: (Nods) Perhaps the world is a play, but ignoring that, I choose to look at what is in front of me. People are more than what is between their hat and their boots. My body does not mean I am perfect, nor does it mean I’ve achieved the essence of life. For that is more than the physical.

Dr. Boniya: Good insight. The physical is only a part of a being. Race or creed or color, it does not matter, because all sapient souls are people.

XXXX: I don’t think so. But I do think the distinction of people matters. For it is people who give life meaning. Or rather, society gives it meaning. Contributions to the structure of society — that is my conclusion.

Dr. Boniya: And why is that? Can you expand?

XXXX: “What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculties… in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.”

By Shakespeare. Human greatness is measured in its positive acts towards others, in its infinite capacity for greatness, in its passing down of the torch to one another. Through building the notion of what it means to be human through time and space, through stories and words.

But I am unable to impact others in that way. I only harm. I am unable to contribute more than I take, for I take forever and people only last so long. I am unable to carry new seeds, for I will not change. I am unable to stop the end or carry new beginnings, so I am not needed. I am an outsider who cannot contribute to story or song but be threat, an ender and twister. I am perversion. I should not be.

Dr. Boniya: It is funny you mention Hamlet. The ending of that quote was: “…and yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me—no, nor woman neither.”

It was no celebration of humanity. It acknowledged its potential, definitely. But the point of the text was disillusionment. What does potential mean if it is actualized for corruption and decadence and harm? You do not need to be involved in some grand story of humanity to give your existence context or meaning.

XXXX: But at least I cannot take from it.

Dr. Boniya: Again, look at the context of your quotes. Men again and again have turned against one another. Even if they leave the seeds for progress behind, that does not stop the decay, the destruction, or the debauchery. Even if you are not human, it doesn’t change that you are not and never will be responsible for every bad thing that happens around you. You bear no responsibility in that.

XXXX: I—

(Dr. Boniya raises his hands, stopping the subject.)

Dr. Boniya: Hell is other people. A line from an old play by Jean-Paul Sartre. Hell is part of a spiritual dichotomy as it is currently used in the modern day — a realm often associated with guilt and torture and suffering for sins. (He taps his pencil against his armrest.)

The idea the play posits is that perception is what shapes the sense of identity. How others perceive us, and how their perception shapes how we perceive ourselves, is what leads to the creation of hell. The reason you think the way you do is because you are creating a hell for yourself, X. Tell me: what do you think of the man I am today?

XXXX: …You are intelligent, strong, and wise. And accomplished.

Dr. Boniya: Huhu! I’m blushing. However, do you think I was always this way? Or rather, that’s how I perceive myself now? During my younger years in college, trying to over-accomplish, I fell into the habit of using drugs to get through classes. Those were a gateway, and I went into harder and harder substances until I was a shell of who I used to be.

XXXX: …

Dr. Boniya: I hurt those around me. I stole my sister’s laptop to sell for money. I broke my father’s car. I fought my brother. I hit my mother. Like the way in which you perceive yourself, I did nothing but take from those around me. In those days, how do you think I saw myself?

XXXX: With self-hatred?

Dr. Boniya: No, of course not! I felt like the world owed me. Just one more time. Just one more hit. I need this and then it will be done for good. I did not contribute to society. I planted no trees. I just took, and I didn’t even feel bad for it. In fact, I couldn’t help it. Drugs change who you are — the very chemistry of the brain. Would you say I was wrong in my actions despite that?

XXXX: Yes?

Dr. Boniya: I agree. Despite that not being who I truly was, I was still wrong. There were times of clarity when I realized how far I’d fallen, but then I believed I was too low, too far gone. So I leaned into it. That they owed me for making me shoulder their expectations. That was part of my hell — not all are torturous. Do you know how I got out of that?

XXXX: No.

Dr. Boniya: (smiles gently and folds his hands) People. With time and effort and concentrated resources I was able to get the help I needed from people. The same people who, in part, shaped the perceptions that put me in that state to begin with. When I recovered and got better, do you think I was happy?

XXXX: You must have been, no?

Dr. Boniya: I was mortified at the damage I had caused. The way people had seen me. The things I had done. I was better now, and yet what I did was torture myself over it all. I created a hell from the way I perceived myself — or rather from the way I perceived my past self. Not unlike yourself.

XXXX: You were unable to control yourself then.

Dr. Boniya: To a degree, yes. I had my scars and my views which twisted my world until it got to the point it did. Do you want to know how I walked out of my guilt?

XXXX: …

Dr. Boniya: I’ll take that as a yes. Well, the answer is the same. It’s people — their affirmations, their love, their forgiveness. Some bridges could not be repaired. My life took a different course. But I was still alive. Through my connections with others I was able to gain new perspectives. Through them looking at me, and through me looking at them. And those relationships, and my opening world, came to define a new me. They gave me the perspective to forgive myself. Hell is only one side, and hell is merely a reflection of heaven.

XXXX: Heaven is other people?

Dr. Boniya: (chuckle) Yes, in a way, I suppose. Other people are important. You do not need to contribute to any grand system. You do not need to end and give something more. All you need to do is live — freeing yourself from the perspectives that negatively shaped you. Give yourself a chance to get help. To create new connections. To gain new perspectives on what you are and what you can be. Doing that will help you step beyond your hell and reach a heaven. The past is not irrelevant, but it is not all there is. After enough time in the darkness, you have to take another’s hand and see the world from a different view. To move from a world where you put yourself down. To grow from someone who only takes.

XXXX: I do not deserve heaven.

Dr. Boniya: No one does.

(XXXX reaches their hand in a mitten out.)

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Personal Memorandum – Dr. H. Boniya
Re: SCP-XXXX (Final Session, ██/██/20██)

To Site Director █████,

Following today’s session, I feel compelled to submit a personal note outside of the standard report.

For the first time since containment began, SCP-XXXX reached out, not in violence, not in desperation, nor in terror, but in the simplest of gestures: a hand offered. A small thing, one could say. And yet in that moment, it carried the weight of silence, guilt, and isolation. Born from a twisted past and twisted views.

I will not overstate what this means. The subject remains volatile, entrenched in cycles of self-hatred, and plagued by its unique biology. But I have come to believe that what holds XXXX in place is not merely anomalous hunger or physiology. It is perception: how it sees itself, and how it assumes the world sees it. In that sense, Sartre’s dictum was apt; the boy has been living in a hell of his own gaze reflected back at him.

Today, however, something shifted. For one instant, he allowed another perception — mine — to matter more than his own despair. That is not a cure, nor absolution. But it is a beginning.

I recognize the risks of anthropomorphizing anomalies, and I acknowledge the Foundation’s charge is containment, not rehabilitation. Still, if we are measuring progress in human terms, then I will say this plainly: I am proud of him.

Respectfully,
Dr. H. Boniya
Site-██ Humanoid Containment Division

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Incident Log XXXX-Δ1
Transcription Recovered from Site-██ Cafeteria (East Wing)
Time: 07:42 EST

<Begin Transcript>

Ledha: Good morning, Dr. Boniya!

Dr. Boniya: Good morning, Ledha. Is there a reason you're so cheerful this early on a Monday? (Raises an eyebrow.)

Ledha: I have a date tonight. Knocking down pins and knocking down women. You know how it is. (Grins widely.)

Dr. Boniya: Is that so? (Trails off.)

Ledha: …That didn't sound right. What are you trying to say? (Points accusingly at the doctor.)

Dr. Boniya: It's just—it's been, what, several years since you've had a partner? I'm curious how this will go. (Takes an exaggeratedly long sip of coffee.)

Ledha: This is different, I swear! Plus, what right do you have to say that?

Dr. Boniya: When you entrusted me with the information that on your last date you called your aspiring partner "mo—"

Ledha: (Slumps dramatically against the breakfast bar.) Stop. I quit.

Dr. Boniya: When she saved you from slipping, no less. (Chuckles.)

Ledha: (Groans audibly.)

Dr. Boniya: It's a humorous statement, Ledha. You are incapable of nothing. I'm sure tonight will go swell.

Ledha: Yeah, whatever, dad. (Smiles back at the doctor. He chuckles again.)

Dr. Boniya: Hm. I have to get ready. (Checks his watch.)

Ledha: For what?

Dr. Boniya: I called in for an early session with SCP-XXXX.

Ledha: Doctor… (Voice trails with strain.)

Dr. Boniya: Yes, yes, I know. (Speaks indulgently, as though humoring her.)

Ledha: Do you? You know the Foundation's policy on this sort of thing. You even recommended it get cross-tested with all the "good" anomalies. (Performs air quotes.)

Dr. Boniya: Well yes. Seeing what changes might occur if SCP-XXXX were snapped out of its depressive mentality into a more positive one was worth exploring. And it's the reason behind our discovery of his mental immunity.

Ledha: It's mental immunity, Doctor. (Sighs.) Look—I just don't want you to get swept up in it all, old man.

Dr. Boniya: I'll be fine, young lady. But thank you for your concern. (Taps her on the shoulder and smiles. Ledha returns the smile.)

(Red emergency lights flood the halls as alarms ring throughout the facility.)

Ledha: What's going on!?

(Junior Researcher Kore Anderson enters the room, visibly shaken and out of breath.)

Kore: Dr. Boniya, Ledha—we have to evacuate. The MTF has been alerted, but I don't know when they'll arrive. A sudden thaumaturgical surge was detected in the east wing. We think it might be—

(A concussive boom reverberates through the facility, followed by rapid gunfire. Distant shouts of "Code Delta! Code Delta!" echo from guards stationed nearby.)

Dr. Boniya: The east wing of the facility? But that's…

Ledha: What are you thinking about, we have to go! (She yells as another explosion rings out, followed by a scream of terror.)

//(Dr. Boniya inhales sharply, steadying himself. He turns to Junior Researcher Anderson.)//

Dr. Boniya: Kore, please alert the other staff and evacuate Ms. Darim immediately. I have to confirm something. I have certain suspicions about the nature of this event, and for the sake of the Foundation, I must try to verify them.

Ledha: Bon—!

//(Before she can finish, Kore seizes Ledha by the arm and begins pulling her back. She struggles briefly, but Kore drags her toward the evacuation route. Dr. Boniya runs in the opposite direction, toward the containment chamber of SCP-XXXX.)//

<End Transcript>
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Incident Log XXXX-Δ2 (East Wing, Sector 4 Corridor)
Source: Audio-Visual Helmet Recordings (Recovered from Guard Jane, Unit ██)
Time: 08:11 EST

<Begin Transcript>

Guard Jane: Hey… how did we even get into this?

Guard Doe: Honestly? No idea. This feels like bottom of the barrel duty.

Guard Jane: You know what D-Class call us?

Guard Doe: Huh? What?

Guard Jane: G-Class. 'Cause we're just as expendable.

Guard Doe: …

Guard Jane: …

//(Both guards suddenly break into loud laughter after the pause.)//

Guard Doe: (wiping a tear from his eye) Well… we've made it this far. At least it's not like anythin—

//(A sudden thaumaturgical explosion tears through the wall several meters ahead. The effect is a violent fusion of fire and ice laced with tsarkic energy. Both guards are thrown backwards approximately three meters, stunned from the blast. The air fills with heat distortions, freezing mist, and a sickly red glow.)//

//(Through the breach, approximately two dozen figures enter. Each is clad in black combat armor bearing warped Foundation insignia, the logos overpainted with red. Their gear is reinforced with thaumaturgical inscriptions, and several members are visibly tsarkic or tsarkically augmented. At their center is a shorter figure in a black mask, carrying fewer overt augmentations but heavily protected by the surrounding group.)//

Guard Doe: (coughs, scrambling to his feet) Fuck me! Code Delta! Code Delta! We've got the Insurgency—Site's being invaded!

//(Guard Jane immediately opens fire. Several hostile frontliners interpose, absorbing the bullets without visible injury. One raises a thaumaturgically enhanced firearm.)//

Guard Jane: TAKE THIS, YOU FUCKERS!

//(Guard Doe pushes Jane aside, taking the incoming shot in her place. Body camera shakes violently as blood spatters across the lens.)//

Guard Jane: Doe! Fuck no, you can't be serious—why would you even—

Guard Doe: (gurgling, clutching wound) You should really… urrgh… take that dream vacation you were saving up for, Jane.

//(Guard Jane tries to stem the bleeding as the group advances, ignoring them. More Foundation guards arrive and open fire but are cut down almost instantly. Their rounds appear ineffective against thaumaturgical shielding. In response, the leader raises their hand and chants. Symbols flare. Several guards convulse as their bones and organs visibly "slow," lagging behind their still-moving bodies. All collapse, fatally separated internally.)//

Guard Kai: (radio) File back! Use the grenades!

//(Guards pull fragmentation grenades and throw, but one insurgent spreads their arms, sprouting fleshy tsarkic tendrils that envelop and muffle the blasts. Explosion reports are dulled; no injuries inflicted.)//

Guard Kai: (realization) Tsarkics—!

//(Before he can finish, Guard Kai is impaled by tendrils. His body is split open, organs exposed. The tissue is then infused with tsarkic energy, erupting into a swarm of maggots. The swarm disperses across nearby guards, consuming them from within in seconds. Screams are audible before their comms cut to static.)//

//(The main group pushes forward with little resistance. Their leader kneels at a database terminal, placing ritual components: a mouse cadaver, a golden key, a 3x3 aluminum block, and a heavily defaced copy of the Book of Changes. A ritual circle flares red-black around them.)//

Insurgency Leader: (softly, almost reverent) There you are.

//(Data terminal visibly unlocks and begins downloading files. Security countermeasures fail. Several more guards arrive but are cut down by summoned thaumaturgical sunbeams. The beam strikes liquefy targets on contact, leaving only shadows burned into the walls.)//

//(By the time the hostiles breach further inward, ██ confirmed casualties have been logged across Site-East. Final corridor camera feed shows bodies strewn across the hall, floor slick with blood and maggot swarms dispersing into air vents. Survivors are scarce. The group regroups at the door to SCP-XXXX's chamber. The leader raises a hand for silence.)//

Insurgency Leader: Stay back. Cause chaos, distract the guards, and wait for my orders. I go in alone.

//(The unit complies immediately, splitting off. Some continue spreading destruction, others stand guard. The leader enters the chamber of SCP-XXXX without hesitation.)//

<End Transcript>
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Incident Log XXXX-Δ3 (Containment Chamber: SCP-XXXX)
Source: Recovered CCTV Audio/Video (Partial — feed suffered thaumaturgical interference)
Time: 08:23 EST

<Begin Transcript>

SCP-XXXX: Who is it? What is all that noise outside?

//(No response. Instead, a thaumaturgical wave ripples outward, shorting the Faraday cage. Sparks cascade down the walls as the shielding collapses. The chamber hums hollow and exposed.)//

SCP-XXXX: Voodoo? A shaman?

Insurgency Leader: (removes mask) Well… they call it magic in the States.

//(Visual: Black female, est. 23–27. Accent partially matches region [REDACTED]. Facial recognition suggests familial resemblance to Ubala clan records.)//

SCP-XXXX: K–Kaisha… (voice falters; subject displays acute distress. Tears visible.)

Kaisha: So you recognize me, huh? (face contorts in rage)

//(Kaisha lunges forward, her leg glowing faintly as thaumaturgical reinforcement courses through it. She drives a kick into SCP-XXXX's jaw. The entity's head smashes into reinforced walling with enough force to warp steel. SCP-XXXX neither defends nor retaliates.)//

Kaisha: Fuck you!

(SCP-XXXX lifts its head slowly. Face expressionless, though wet streaks remain at its cheeks.)

SCP-XXXX: What are you… how are you—

Kaisha: You don't get to ask questions, you fucking demon! Everyone is gone! Everyone! My father, my mother, Selassie, Kofi, Asha— (voice breaks, then rises) fucking Jelani! She would be thirteen this year. But she isn't!

SCP-XXXX: I know… (whispered; voice hoarse.)

Kaisha: Why the fuck are you crying?!

//(Kaisha raises her firearm, the barrel glowing as it absorbs thaumaturgical reinforcement. She fires point-blank. Rounds tear across SCP-XXXX's face — flesh seared away, muscle fibers stripped — but the entity neither cries out nor resists. Only shudders, still watching her. Fragments of bone glint through the shredded skin, then begin to slowly knit themselves back together in silence.)//

Kaisha: Was it worth it?! You killed hundreds of people — children — you ate them like the fucking animal you are!

//(Her voice cracks into something between rage and despair. She pulls a knife from her belt, its edge coated in dull light, and drives it into SCP-XXXX's chest. The blade fails to penetrate at first. She whispers in a guttural thaumaturgical tongue, symbols crawl across her arm, and the knife sinks three centimeters into the entity's flesh. SCP-XXXX exhales sharply, eyes closing, but does not move.)//

SCP-XXXX: …I have no excuses. (inert; voice barely audible)

//(Silence fills the chamber for 14.2 seconds. Kaisha's weapon remains lodged in SCP-XXXX's chest, her hand trembling on the hilt. Video shows tears tracking down her face, though her expression is fixed in fury.)//

Kaisha: You aren't a god! You aren't anything! You're just a fucking monstrous leech who twists and twists until there's nothing anyone can do anymore—until they can't even fucking recognize the person on the other side of the glass! I… (voice falters) why did it mean anything? I know that they… but it all meant nothing at all to you…

//(Kaisha puts her hand to her face. Her voice cracks, the words half-muffled in her palm. Her shoulders shake though her stance remains rigid, knife still embedded in SCP-XXXX.)//

SCP-XXXX: …The days when you were small. When we were the same size. When we ran across the plains hand in hand. When I held you high to grab fruit from the baobab tree. When we slept in the grass and reached for the stars. Those were my happiest days. I grew sad when you grew bigger, when you grew distant. I understand why you are here. I accept it. And I am grateful.

//(Video feed records Kaisha freezing mid-breath. Her grip on the knife slackens slightly, hesitation visible for the first time since entry.)//

Kaisha: Distant? It wasn't just because of that. It was because of my body, how I was, (voice hardens) Is that why you didn't listen to me when I told you? Because I grew fucking distant?

SCP-XXXX: You look prettier now, Kaisha. Like this is how you were always meant to look.

//(Kaisha goes rigid. For 4.8 seconds she does not move, eyes wide, lips trembling. Then, with sudden force, she seizes SCP-XXXX's neck. No resistance is offered. Kaisha's face crumples; tears roll freely.)//

Kaisha: Why couldn't you just fucking listen to me? I told you. (voice rises, breaks) Now look at us! Even if they weren't the most accepting, they were my family. They were my fucking people! Our people! Why couldn't you stop yourself? I know that they— (voice cracks lower, quieter) but why didn't you stop, damnit? Even if they were backwards… they could change.

//(Kaisha's speech trails into near whisper. She presses her forehead against SCP-XXXX's temple, her hands shaking violently around its neck. SCP-XXXX remains inert, eyes closed.)//

SCP-XXXX: They weren't wrong. I took their ability to change. I was wrong. I am sorry. I trusted them… I thought they were fine. I didn't want to leave. And I just proved them right.

//(Kaisha presses her forehead against SCP-XXXX's, her hand still trembling around its throat. Audio picks up quiet sobbing. SCP-XXXX does not resist.)//

Kaisha: I had always planned to come back from the States. Show my dad, my mom, the village—the new person I'd become. I wanted to impress them. To move them forward. To break free from the past. To sav— (Kaisha gasps sharply, as if in sudden pain. Breathing destabilizes.) But it's too late. It's too fucking late.

You've gone and done it.

SCP-XXXX: I know. I'm sorry.

//(Kaisha steps back abruptly, breaking contact. She throws her hands upward, expression contorting between fury and despair. Thaumaturgical sparks briefly manifest around her palms, but dissipate. She paces erratically.)//

Kaisha: Do you know what I fucking went through? Coming home to find you all dead. Tapping into my magic to see who had done it— (voice cracks) even though a part of me already knew it was you. I used the voodoo of the Ubala to trace who had taken you and, lo and behold—

//(Kaisha laughs bitterly, arms still raised, then drops them. She glares at SCP-XXXX.)//

Kaisha: I was enraged. I was in despair. I went to find out more, using voodoo, and was approached by a fucking snake library—the Hand. Do you know what I went through there? But I endured it, because I needed to find you.

//(Kaisha begins pacing again, gesturing violently. Her thaumaturgical aura flares intermittently with her anger.)//

Kaisha: And then I went to the only people who would oppose the ones protecting you. I integrated. I converted. I even joined a cult because I knew how strong you are. I wanted to make people who could end you. I went through so fucking much, and all you have to say is "I'm sorry!"

//(SCP-XXXX remains seated against the wall, expression subdued, blood still trickling from facial wounds. Subject does not retaliate or move toward Kaisha. Its voice is barely audible.)//

SCP-XXXX: …I'm sorry for your pain.

Kaisha: STOP FUCKING APOLOGIZING! You're supposed to be evil. You're supposed to have snapped, to be a fucking monster by now. How can I hate you in peace when I fucking know, (she grips her head with both hands, voice breaking) —It's too late. If I don't do this, my life— (she slaps a hand against her chest) —my fucking life meant n-nothing!

//(Kaisha's breathing becomes erratic. SCP-XXXX lowers its gaze and bows its head. Subject remains seated against the far wall, showing no resistance.)//

SCP-XXXX: …

//(No words are registered. Kaisha responds with a sharp scream of frustration.)//

Kaisha: Aghhh!

//(Kaisha seizes SCP-XXXX by the neck and drags the subject bodily out of its chamber and into the eastern corridor. Surveillance shows heavy structural damage to walls and lighting; several fires are visible in the background, along with the corpses of approximately nineteen (19) Foundation security personnel. Electrical arcing flickers in exposed wires. Kaisha's subordinates are recorded inflicting further collateral damage as she positions SCP-XXXX in the open hallway.)//

Kaisha: Come here, boys. It's time to slay a god. To do what we came to do.

//(At this order, ~11 hostile operatives converge on SCP-XXXX. Several are visibly tsarkically enhanced: flesh bulges along their arms, elongating into bladed growths, while others manifest hardened dermal plating. Non-tsarkic insurgents display thaumaturgical glyphwork across armor plating, firearms, and blades. They begin coordinated attacks on SCP-XXXX.)//

//(CCTV records the following injuries inflicted upon SCP-XXXX despite its anomalous durability)//

* //(Left eye gouged and removed.)//
* //(Skin on right forearm flayed down to subdermal armor. Tissue continued regenerating.)//
* //(Multiple concentrated gunfire bursts directed into cranial cavity; penetration to outer skull achieved, minor fracture observed, no catastrophic damage.)//
* //(Three cardiac structures impaled by thaumaturgically reinforced blades — recorded slowing of SCP-XXXX's pulse for 12.4 seconds before recovery.)//
* //(One toe completely severed at metatarsal joint.)//
*
//(Throughout this process, SCP-XXXX exhibits visible pain responses — shaking, twitching, — but does not retaliate. No counterattack is recorded. Subject remains largely inert, slumped against the ground as assailants continue their assault.)//

Kaisha: Fight back! I know you can! FIGHT BACK NOW!

//(Kaisha's demand is accompanied by a thaumaturgical flare: red light briefly saturates camera feed before stabilizing. SCP-XXXX does not respond. Subordinates continue systematic mutilation for an additional 2 minutes, 37 seconds before pause.)//

//(Despite Kaisha's repeated demands, SCP-XXXX remains passive. Its left eye regenerates fully; other injuries, missing digits, flayed arm, and penetrated cardiac structures—heal at a significantly slower rate. Subject remains silent, watching Kaisha.)//

Kaisha: No. No! You want to die. That's not why I'm here—to act as a tool to carry out your sick fucking wish. I'm here for revenge. If you want t—

//(At this point, a sudden flash device detonates in the center of the group. Audio registers screams of disorientation; video feed saturates with white light. One hostile is seen thrown back, struck in the jaw by an unidentified figure. The assailant is quickly identified as Dr. Hunmen Boniya, armed with a second flash grenade. He activates and deploys it, using the confusion to drag SCP-XXXX several meters down the corridor.)//

SCP-XXXX: Dr. Boniya… you are still here?

Dr. Boniya: Naturally.

//(SCP-XXXX resists, pulling away from Dr. Boniya's grip. Subject does not attempt to harm him but appears agitated.)//

SCP-XXXX: I see. Let go of me now. What has come has come. It's simply the consequence of my own actions.

Dr. Boniya: So you are still trapped in hell, X. You are a person, and as you once said, it is people who shape the world.

SCP-XXXX: I told you I'm no—

Dr. Boniya: But you are. You don't have to be human to be a person. "People" comes from the Latin root populus: nation, community. And deeper still, from poplo: folk. We are of one community, one folk, you and I standing here. We think, we feel, and thus we are people. Humanity, genetics has nothing to do with that.

//(SCP-XXXX falls silent. Subject's expression is unreadable; visible hesitation is noted in posture. )//

//(Dr. Boniya crouches down in front of SCP-XXXX, speaking in a low voice.)//

Dr. Boniya: X… the sky and the earth are not humane, because they are not people. They are things; thus, they cannot shape anything. The fate of the world is an illusion. People are the creators of fate, of consequence, of who deserves what and when. No one decides that but you

X, you are free. You only have to realize it.

Kaisha: Now.

//(At this signal, hostile thaumaturgical operatives pursue. Kaisha carves a sigil of acceleration into the air; localized inertia shifts violently, launching SCP-XXXX backwards into a reinforced wall. A tsarkic cultist immediately extends both arms, causing the surrounding concrete to warp into fleshy bands which constrict SCP-XXXX. Subject remains immobilized. Kaisha seizes Dr. Boniya, forcing him to the ground as subordinates strike him repeatedly and confiscate his equipment.)//

SCP-XXXX: Kaisha! Stop! Just kill me already!

//(Kaisha furrows her brows, then grins. She strikes Dr. Boniya at the base of the skull with the butt of her firearm. Audio registers a sharp impact; Dr. Boniya groans in pain.)//

Dr. Boniya: Urrgh…

SCP-XXXX: KAISHA!!

Kaisha: Are you getting mad, huh? Finally annoyed? Infuriated? Feeling that things are unjust? That's how I felt for years! Are you starting to understand?!

SCP-XXXX: I know… I'm sorry, jus—

Kaisha: **WHAT DID I TELL YOU!**

//(Kaisha strikes Dr. Boniya a second time. SCP-XXXX attempts to lunge forward but is forced back as a tsarkic soldier slams its head into the concrete, pinning it in place. Visual feed shows SCP-XXXX straining against restraints.)//

Dr. Boniya: So, dear lady… who are you?

Kaisha: I should be asking you that question. The little monster who ate a village seems to have a soft spot for you.

//(Kaisha presses her weapon against the back of Dr. Boniya's head as SCP-XXXX thrashes against its bindings, growling audibly. No escape attempt is successful at this time.)//

//(Dr. Boniya, still restrained on the ground by Kaisha's subordinates, speaks steadily despite visible injuries. Kaisha keeps her firearm pressed to the back of his head. SCP-XXXX remains bound against the far wall, growling low but not retaliating.)//

Dr. Boniya: There is no monster there. Just a person. One who was warped by the expectations of others and forced into a state he should never have been in. It happens to all of us.

Kaisha: You think that's an excuse?!

Dr. Boniya: Of course not. But he was a child. Is a child honestly. He was scared, afraid. He was scarred. He misinterpreted everything while growing up. And when he was forced into a situation with no way out, he lashed out. Now he is trapped by that hell, trapped by the expectations of what he was supposed to be. Of what others demanded he become. That should be something you can relate to, no?

//(Kaisha pauses. Subject appears momentarily taken aback before smirking.)//

Kaisha: Right. Maybe you are a good shrink, huh.

Dr. Boniya: I do my best.

Kaisha: That said—it's too late. It doesn't matter anymore. It's this, or it's oblivion. I've walked the road to get here, and you're telling me to stop now? No.

Dr. Boniya: Then who are you doing this for? For yourself… or for the expectations—the perspectives of the people who are already gone? Aren't you the same as him? And the same as the people who forced expectations on him and you by being this way.

Kaisha: (chuckles darkly) We are kin. We are all the same.

Dr. Boniya: I am sorry.

Kaisha: (laughs sharply) Like shrink, like patient! Are you apologizing for his sins now, too?

Dr. Boniya: No. I am sorry for you. You and him aren't different, just twisted up, entangled, with hardly a way out.

//(Kaisha's smile flattens. Her hand tightens on the firearm. Slowly, she raises the barrel to press firmly against the side of Dr. Boniya's skull. Audio registers a metallic click as the weapon is readied.)//

Kaisha: I don't need your pity. You will hurt him. Any last words? Really, make them hit hard.

Dr. Boniya: (smiles, turning to SCP-XXXX) Today, I, a man you admire and see as human, as a good human, came here to risk my life to save you. And now, I will gladly give up that life to do so.

To save the you who thinks himself worthless. The you who believes he cannot give anything. I give you what you wanted most: to belong. To inherit.

With the last age of my life, I pass to you a spark. As the Ubala's deaths shaped how you see yourself, let my death shape you as well. Let my sacrifice, my trust, and my belief take root in you. That is my inheritance to you, and your burden to bear.

Perhaps it is selfish. Perhaps it is a curse. But I am only human, and this is what we do: we pass the weight forward, hoping it grows into something greater than ourselves. And that greater than I chose is you X, you are part of it now. I hope that in this weight you may find meaning for your eternity—or at least this spark may warm you enough to help you until you do.

SCP-XXXX: **BONIYA! KAISHA STOP! NOW!**

Dr. Boniya: (smiling faintly) Remember, heaven and hell are made by you, and by others. Learn. Connect. Grow. It's finally time to move forward. Let me be the one to set you on the path above.

You are free. Now and always. Goodbye, A—

//(Kaisha fires. Gunshot. Dr. Boniya is terminated instantly.)//

Kaisha: He talked quite a bit…

SCP-XXXX: **KAISHAAA!!!**

//(Subject lets out a roar consistent with previous "hunger pang" state, but displays increased ferocity. Fangs elongate, hair bristles, and sclera darken as eyes take on more animalistic characteristics. Fingernails extend into hooked claws. Caudal appendage mutates, forming sharpened spines. Subject then emits a high-decibel roar [approx. 127 dB] that reverberates through the corridor.)//

Kaisha: You're hurt now! I'm hurt too! Let's see who has it worse!

//(SCP-XXXX twists its body violently, using jaw strength to tear through the hand of an enhanced soldier near its restraints. Subject frees themselves from the tsarkic restraints and seizes the soldier's firearm, forces the barrel into the soldier's mouth, and discharges, resulting in catastrophic cranial failure. Another insurgent—the thaumaturgist responsible for generating the tsarkic "flesh wall"—projects a mutagenic beam of energy toward SCP-XXXX. Beam makes contact but produces no visible effect due to SCP-XXXX's anomalous physiology. Subject advances on the thaumaturgist, who responds by opening their wrist to generate a field of tendrils across the floor. SCP-XXXX leaps upward, tearing a large section of ceiling concrete free and slamming it downward. Tendrils absorb most of the impact, but fail to anticipate SCP-XXXX's caudal appendage, which impales the thaumaturgist through the chest. Target expires immediately.)//

Kaisha: I've never seen you like this! Is this how you killed the Ubala?! How you killed my father and my friends?! Oh, faux Godchild! **Oh arrogant Atunma!**

SCP-XXXX: //**KRRRUUUAAAAHHHHH!!**//

//(SCP-XXXX, fully engaged in its "hunger pang" state, demonstrates loss of higher rationality. Subject begins feeding on the remains of fallen personnel, tearing into corpses with accelerated ferocity. Auditory sensors register wet rending sounds consistent with mass devourment. Kaisha deploys a thaumaturgical acceleration sigil, projecting force against SCP-XXXX and propelling it into the far wall. Contact with reinforced concrete results in structural damage; subject immediately reorients toward Kaisha, attention drawn.)//

Kaisha: Men! Destroy the anomaly!

//(Enhanced insurgent soldiers reposition and form a loose firing line. SCP-XXXX responds with another high-decibel roar [approx. 130 dB]. One insurgent discharges 17 rounds from an enhanced rifle at close range; impacts visibly penetrate dermal layers but fail to slow SCP-XXXX's forward advance. Subject closes distance in 3.2 seconds, seizes the soldier by the waist, and forcibly bisects the torso using both hands. Death is immediate.)//

//(Another insurgent deploys a thaumaturgically-enhanced flash bomb. Detonation causes temporary visual distortion; SCP-XXXX staggers briefly. Kaisha capitalizes by inscribing a containment sigil. Result: SCP-XXXX's lower limbs become encased in thaumaturgically-induced ice restraints. Subject thrashes against bindings.)//

//(A third insurgent launches an enhanced fragmentation grenade at the restrained SCP-XXXX. Subject attempts evasive movement; blast still makes partial contact. Explosion inflicts significant trauma to left arm—ligaments torn, arm left dangling by connective tissue, crystalline bone structure exposed. Despite visible damage, subject issues another roar.)//

Kaisha: Trap him!

//(Insurgents advance on SCP-XXXX. One thaumaturgist conjures a directed wind force in an attempt to slam SCP-XXXX against the nearest reinforced wall. SCP-XXXX counters by seizing half of a bisected corpse and using it as a makeshift buffer. Subject forces part of the cadaver into the thaumaturgist's mouth before driving it downward with lethal force. Impact results in compound cranial and cervical destruction, reducing target and corpse to a pulp of tissue and bone.)//

//(Immediately, another insurgent—a tsarkist cultist clad in a cape of living flesh—lunges from behind. Analysis indicates the cape is covered in aggressive, flesh-devouring microbial entities. SCP-XXXX shows brief signs of dermal erosion before rapid microadaption and regeneration occurs; new immune muscular fibers appear beneath surface tissue, nullifying the effect. SCP-XXXX seizes the attacker, flips them overhead, and leaps mid-air. Subject's jaw unhinges unnaturally wide, clamping onto the tsarkist's throat. Decapitation achieved within 1.2 seconds. Target terminated.)//

//(Before subject can reorient, a third attacker—physically enhanced through thaumaturgical sigils and gross mutation—collides with SCP-XXXX. Enhanced soldier displays hypertrophied musculature, claws, and luminous strengthening symbols along the arms. Both combatants grapple; the soldier attempts to tear SCP-XXXX apart at the shoulders. SCP-XXXX mirrors the action, resulting in catastrophic injury to the insurgent instead. Soldier's shoulder and arm are torn away, blood loss immediate. Despite this, the enhanced soldier succeeds in restraining SCP-XXXX long enough for Kaisha to prepare her next strike.)//

Kaisha: I've got you.

//(Kaisha aligns several acceleration sigils midair, creating a thaumaturgical firing channel. She discharges her sidearm through the array. Projectile velocity and kinetic force increase exponentially, striking SCP-XXXX's already compromised left arm. Resulting detonation severs limb completely at the elbow, crystalline bone shattering outward. Subject emits a roar of pain [classified at approx. 135 dB].)//

SCP-XXXX: **HRRRAAAUUUGHHHHHH!**

//(With its arm severed at the elbow—only a jagged crystalline shard protruding—SCP-XXXX appeared increasingly agitated and aggressive. Subject zigzagged down the corridor at anomalous speed, narrowly avoiding thaumaturgical blasts projected by Kaisha to shield her advancing units. SCP-XXXX leapt onto one soldier, driving the crystalline bone into the insurgent's face repeatedly, approximately 14–17 strikes within three seconds. Facial recognition sensors confirmed total feature mutiliation. Subject then used the corpse as leverage, clamping it between its legs, and hurled the body into another soldier, propelling them into the right-side wall.)//

//(Without pause, SCP-XXXX surged forward. It seized another enhanced soldier, driving their head into the reinforced wall. Initially, the target's armor prevented collapse; however, SCP-XXXX's musculature visibly bulged. With a sharp contraction, the wall fractured, then buckled, collapsing into an adjoining dark service space.)//

Kaisha: Follow.

//(Kaisha issued the order as SCP-XXXX scaled the ceiling of the breached chamber. The first soldier to pursue was ensnared when SCP-XXXX's tail extended unnaturally, coiling around the target before erupting into spines. Instantaneous fatality recorded. Using the cadaver as a lure, SCP-XXXX puppeteered the body deeper into the chamber, drawing several soldiers into a kill zone. Once positioned, SCP-XXXX dispatched them with concussive strikes, each blow generating force sufficient to collapse unreinforced steel supports. Structural integrity alarms triggered.)//

//(However, one soldier's dying shout alerted the remaining squad to SCP-XXXX's position.)//

Enhanced Soldier: It's over—gghhhk!

//(Transmission cuts briefly as the soldier's voice is terminated mid-sentence.)//

Kaisha: **ḫꜥ-Ra-Akh.**

//(The words of power illuminated the corridor, dispelling the darkness via thaumaturgical interference and exposing SCP-XXXX clinging to the ceiling amidst cadavers. Kaisha immediately discharged a focused beam of light, striking the subject and forcing it to the ground. A heavily enhanced insurgent—reinforced by three thaumaturgists and further augmented with tsarkic modifications—charged and pinned SCP-XXXX against the far wall with sufficient force to fracture reinforced concrete.)//

//(Kaisha aligned another acceleration glyph-enhanced shot and fired. Impact: catastrophic cranial damage, partial destruction of frontal skull and brain tissue. Subject roared in agitation. SCP-XXXX retaliated by latching its jaw onto the soldier's neck and, through cervical flexion alone, swung the augmented combatant bodily into adjacent structures. Target neutralized via cervical rupture.)//

//(Seconds later, another insurgent deployed an enhanced grenade. Blast radius displaced SCP-XXXX from the wall, leaving its body staggered and exposed. One soldier closed distance, arm morphing into a flesh-blade via tsarkic thaumaturgy. Strike penetrated SCP-XXXX's abdomen, severing dermis and exposing intestinal tissue. As the soldier attempted a follow-up stab, SCP-XXXX seized a length of its own exposed intestines, wrapped them around the soldier's throat, and applied constriction. Subject mounted the target's back, utilizing strangulation until termination.)//

Enhanced Soldier: Krkkhh—! //(Transmission terminated.)//

SCP-XXXX: **SKRRRHHHAAAAUUULLLHHHHH!** //(Roar measured at 137 dB, seismic sensors registered structural vibration.)//

//(With anomalous speed, SCP-XXXX tore free a slab of concrete and hurled it at another soldier, disrupting their aim. Using the distraction, SCP-XXXX gored the target with its horns, impaling them through thoracic cavity. Additional fire opened from rear assault units, but SCP-XXXX bent backwards unnaturally, seizing the impaled body and slamming it into another rushing insurgent. The resulting impact fractured floor supports, destabilizing the immediate structure. Enemy formation collapsed into disarray. Within the next 40 seconds, SCP-XXXX neutralized approximately 6–8 additional soldiers, each terminated via high-force blunt trauma or impalement.)//

Kaisha: Why aren't you coming after me, Atunma!

//(At this stage, SCP-XXXX had sustained extensive trauma: partial cranial destruction, loss of right arm below the elbow, abdominal perforation with exposed viscera, and severe dermal burns. Despite these injuries, subject continued engaging remaining insurgent soldiers—eviscerating one combatant and consuming their heart—while making deliberate effort to avoid Kaisha. Direct provocation did not alter this behavior.)//

Kaisha: Is that how it's going to be? Even after all this! So you still won't hurt me… Then I'll make you do so! Let's just end it. (Kaisha clenched their teeth)

Kaisha: **Amun-se Ra, bərhān-täqät, tafukt-ssum, akh-mot!**

//(Upon invocation of the incantation, SCP-XXXX exhibited immediate distress response. Subject clutched its head, vocalizing in apparent pain. Sensors registered a thaumaturgical spike concurrent with the chant, resonant with linguistic fragments previously recorded from Ubala ritual practices.)//

Kaisha: Painful, right? These are the words my father, the clan head, would have chanted during the rituals of partaking. It must be a horrid memory. I know it is. If I do this, can we end it?

//(SCP-XXXX did not respond verbally. Subject maintained posture, hunched and clutching cranial region. Continuous low growling recorded.)//

Kaisha: Today neither of us are wrong, and neither of us are right. We are tested together. If one lives, the other won't grow past this point. So I seek retribution. I seek annihilation. I seek judgment.

Kaisha: **Osumankɔtɔ nyansa, tafari-bərhān. Nuru-ka dunia. Ta stone ḥaʿi-ankh, ankh ḥaʿi-stone. Manu kufuta nyota. Asase yɛ sunsum, abɔfra yɛ abɔde. Zera yibärhān—**

**SCP-XXXX: RHHHAAARRRHHHH!**

//(Roar measured at 147 dB, exceeding previous baseline. Subject shifted from defensive posture into heightened aggressive state. Seismic readings indicated tremors along adjacent structural corridors concurrent with the outburst.)//

//(With a single roar SCP-XXXX appeared fully provoked, the sound rattling reinforced plating throughout the east wing. Kaisha smiled grimly, then slammed both hands against the fractured ground. A thaumaturgical surge, unprecedented in scale, cascaded outward in violent concentric ripples. Moments later, magma erupted in a tidal wave, flooding the chamber, igniting debris, and incinerating everything in its path. SCP-XXXX was swallowed whole by the molten flow. Infrared sensors briefly registered body temperature spikes exceeding 1,800°C.)//

//(Despite this, SCP-XXXX soon emerged from the waves. The subject's epidermis had been entirely charred away, leaving exposed musculature and subdermal armor slick with molten residue. Intestines trailed across the floor, crystalline bone and armored veins visible in several regions of the body. Half of the cranial structure was fused with hardened volcanic rock, though both ocular units still glowed despite the absence of eyelids. Witnesses later described its eyes as "shining through the fire.")//

//(The anomaly charged. Kaisha hastily erected multiple thaumaturgical shields in rapid succession. SCP-XXXX shattered them one after another, forcing its way forward with sheer mass. With a final impact, it broke through the last barrier and seized Kaisha by the neck, lifting her several feet into the air. The subject's claws pressed deep into the flesh of her throat, but no finishing action was taken.)//

Kaisha: Yes… this is fine. It was always one way or the other. Since you devoured those who were meant to devour you—since you stole their future, their dream of glowing ever more like you—you must now continue to glow, Atunma. Now and always, as you were born to. As you dictated when you did to them what they had intended to do to you.

That is the cross you bear for having eaten us, for twisting us. That is your purpose, child god. Or at least… that is your purpose now. Their spirits are yours. They live through you.

SCP-XXXX: …

Kaisha: (Smiling through tears, voice breaking) Now finish it, Atunma. So that I may be with them… and with you… so I may glow too. As was prophecy.

//(At this point, SCP-XXXX maintained its hold on Kaisha. Surveillance noted tremors in its grip, but no immediate lethal action, suggesting hesitation or emotional interference despite its hunger-pang state. Kaisha's tears mixed with soot and blood, streaking down her face as she looked into the subject's eyes.)//

//(Moments later, SCP-XXXX began consuming the thaumaturgist. For the first time on record, the subject displayed an emotional response aside from rage or agitation during a hunger-pang state. While devouring Kaisha, SCP-XXXX was observed crying. Due to its elevated body temperature, these tears instantly evaporated into steam upon contact with its skin, producing visible wisps throughout the chamber. Despite its feral condition, the act of feeding was accompanied by sustained distress vocalizations.)//

//(When MTF reinforcements secured the chamber approximately 37 minutes later, SCP-XXXX was found unconscious amidst significant structural devastation. The anomaly had consumed the remains of Kaisha, her subordinates, and several Foundation personnel before entering a hibernative state, presumed to be for recovery. Medical and thaumaturgical assessment determined SCP-XXXX required 97 hours to fully regenerate its right arm and cranial damage, and an additional 10 days to restore systemic organ function. Despite complete regeneration, SCP-XXXX did not regain consciousness until 31 days later.)//

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Interview Log XXXX-INT-05
Interviewer: Researcher Ledha Darim
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX

<Begin Log>
Ledha: Hello, X. I've noticed ever since your last awakening, you've been staring at that cow skull. Is there a specific reason?

SCP-XXXX: Cow? This is the skull of the African Buffalo. Its scientific name is Syncerus caffer.

Ledha: Yes. According to your file, among all your usual food items, this was the one most beloved.

SCP-XXXX: Do you know the reason for that?

Ledha: I suppose it's not the taste.

SCP-XXXX: (Nods.) When I was born into this world, do you know the first thing I had? It was African Buffalo. Whenever the tribe held celebrations—especially on my birthdays—it was always African Buffalo. So much so that I began to associate the two.

Ledha: A common behavior in living beings.

SCP-XXXX: Right. I suppose I once looked at these creatures, at the burst of flavor, as a way to relive those happier days. But that's just it, isn't it? I eat them—the very representation of those memories—for sustenance. I am still here while all of them are gone. Or perhaps not gone. Inside of me, pushing me forward. Perhaps that is also a kind of inheritance.

Ledha: (Nods.)

SCP-XXXX: And even then, when you look at it—those days I thought were the happiest were the most terrifying for this creature. It's all a matter of perspective. So much so that it's not too much to say each man is their own reality. That each man creates his own world.

Ledha: Arthur Schopenhauer had a famous quote of similar nature: //"The world is my representation."//

SCP-XXXX: And therefore, if each man creates his own world, then the choices he makes—and how he decides to suffer or congratulate himself for them—form a man's heaven or hell.

Ledha: But no one lives in a vacuum.

SCP-XXXX: Right. So the world itself is other people. If we understand others, we understand ourselves. And then we can make objective decisions about our past and our future.

Ledha: Is that what you've done, X? Looked back and made objective decisions about yourself?

SCP-XXXX: I suppose you're asking if I've gotten over my self-loathing.

Ledha: Was it so obvious? Your incidents of self-harm have been far less frequent than before the incident.

SCP-XXXX: The answer is no. Or rather—now it's even more intense than before. And the weight is that much heavier. (Looks at her.) However, I cannot stay in the same place anymore. That way of thinking was passed to me. That will was passed to me. The many lives and wishes of the Ubala are what I bear. The camel, the lion, and myself—the child. I should look forward with a new perspective, now that I have taken that on. That is the least I can do. For the doctor who opened my eyes most of all.

Ledha: (Pauses.) I see, X—

SCP-XXXX: Ahh. Don't call me that.

Ledha: Excuse me? I thought you preferred—

SCP-XXXX: That was before. Now, I wish to be called Atunya.

Ledha: But your name?

SCP-XXXX: Was Atunma, yes. But I am not the same as I was. Atun for the past, my ties with the Ubala, my place of birth. None of that can be erased—and it shouldn't be. But instead of -//ma//, I replaced it with -//ya//, for Boniya. He showed me the future. He helped me. He granted me inheritance. It is only right I carry his name with me.

Ledha: (Trembles, shaking, nearly spilling her glass of water.)

SCP-XXXX: Ahh—you must be the Ledha.

Ledha: I was sure you had seen my nametag before, X—Atunya?

SCP-XXXX: I did not know if you were the right one. But your reaction assured me.

Ledha: ???

SCP-XXXX: Dr. Boniya spoke about you once—or rather, several times. He said he had an adorable junior. That she was like a daughter to him. That she was smart and determined and funny, and when she put her mind to it she was incapable of nothing. He said she would go places he never imagined within the Foundation. Her only flaw, he said, was that she was a fool for love—that romance seldom worked out. But he was sure that one day she would find a beautiful woman who would be lucky to have her. He said he could taste it on the tip of his tongue.

That's you, no?

Ledha: (Voice breaking.) Mmhmm…

SCP-XXXX: So how's it going?

Ledha: (Head in her hand, tears streaming down her face.) Actually… I just had a date. And— (Her voice cracks.) And it went really well!

<End Log>
_________

[File extracted for irrelevance]

Guard Jane: Fuck, I can't believe you pulled some hero shit like that, Doe! What were you thinking? You're lucky you even survived! (She smacks him on the shoulder.)

Guard Doe: (Winces, then mutters.) Well… I did it because I wanted you to go on vacation.

Guard Jane: Huh? Why?

Guard Doe: Uh… well, I figure we've both got enough money squirreled away. We could go wherever we wanted for a bit.

Guard Jane: We?

Guard Doe: I mean—of course, not if you're no—

Guard Jane: I wanted to go to Hawaii.

Guard Doe: Wait, really? Just Hawaii?

Guard Jane: (Raises her voice.) Got a problem with Hawaii?

Guard Doe: N-no!

Guard Jane: Good. 'Cause I've never been.

Guard Doe: (Pauses, then grins.) Well… goodbye USA, hello Hawaii. (He waves his uninjured arm.)

Guard Jane: (Covers her mouth with her hand, eyes welling up.) You're such a dork.

Guard Doe: Ouch. ...So, do you still wan—

Guard Jane: I'm buying the tickets right now. We should probably find the place we're getting married while we're there.

Guard Doe: …Wait. Marriage?

<END LOG>
___

Memorandum XXXX-In Memoriam

From: Site Director ███████
To: All Personnel, Site-██

On ██/██/20██, Dr. Hunmen Boniya was killed in action during Incident XXXX-Δ3. Against standing protocol, Dr. Boniya entered an active breach zone and attempted to de-escalate a hostile thaumaturgical incursion. He did so unarmed, without protection, and with full awareness of the personal cost.

By all accounts, Dr. Boniya’s actions prevented further casualties among Foundation staff and delayed hostile forces long enough for reinforcements to mobilize. Most importantly, his final interaction with SCP-XXXX resulted in what is believed to be a psychological inflection point in the anomaly’s development. Subsequent interviews indicate SCP-XXXX has adopted the name Atunya in honor of Dr. Boniya, citing him as a source of “inheritance.”

While Foundation policy does not recognize memorialization of individual staff within SCP documentation, an exception is hereby granted. Effective immediately, the east containment wing is formally renamed The Hunmen Boniya Wing, in recognition of his service, his sacrifice, and the example he leaves to us all.

Let it be remembered: Dr. Hunmen Boniya was a man of the Foundation, and he planted trees whose shade he knew he would never sit in.

— Site Director ███████

_____

This is my SCP. I hope to make this guy a part of the wiki. Recommendations on what is too much or too little would be appreciated. I was thinking of doing an interview, but I thought it might be too much.

Well, that ship is sailed. Anyway, I was thinking of making Boniya the site director as to give credence to them approving of his reading materials and recommending the positive mental altering SCP crosstests to kinda bring him out of his funk. Is that a good idea? Thanks for reading if you've gotten this far lol.

Excerpts of note:

To Site Director █████,

Following today’s session, I feel compelled to submit a personal note outside of the standard report.

For the first time since containment began, SCP-XXXX reached out, not in violence, not in desperation, nor in terror, but in the simplest of gestures: a hand offered. A small thing, one could say. And yet in that moment, it carried the weight of silence, guilt, and isolation. Born from a twisted past and twisted views.

I will not overstate what this means. The subject remains volatile, entrenched in cycles of self-hatred, and plagued by its unique biology. But I have come to believe that what holds XXXX in place is not merely anomalous hunger or physiology. It is perception: how it sees itself, and how it assumes the world sees it. In that sense, Sartre’s dictum was apt; the boy has been living in a hell of his own gaze reflected back at him.

Today, however, something shifted. For one instant, he allowed another perception — mine — to matter more than his own despair. That is not a cure, nor absolution. But it is a beginning.

By all accounts, Dr. Boniya’s actions prevented further casualties among Foundation staff and delayed hostile forces long enough for reinforcements to mobilize. Most importantly, his final interaction with SCP-XXXX resulted in what is believed to be a psychological inflection point in the anomaly’s development. Subsequent interviews indicate SCP-XXXX has adopted the name Atunya in honor of Dr. Boniya, citing him as a source of “inheritance.”

While Foundation policy does not recognize memorialization of individual staff within SCP documentation, an exception is hereby granted. Effective immediately, the east containment wing is formally renamed The Hunmen Boniya Wing, in recognition of his service, his sacrifice, and the example he leaves to us all.

Let it be remembered: Dr. Hunmen Boniya was a man of the Foundation, and he planted trees whose shade he knew he would never sit in.

— Site Director ███████

Compare with a PM sent by the user:

My draft is anything but short and snappy. However, it does deal with a semi-competent and overall positive foundation. And there is no real horror element. It's character-driven more than anything. So I will end my concept, and if you are interested, we can continue. I had PM's you because you are good at cutting aorementioned fat and the like. Anyway, thanks for listening.

As well as their forum thread, which is one of the only two (identical) posts from them on the mainsite: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/forum/t-17227497/the-boy-born-to-live-by-tyrannius

Central Narrative: The story is about the anomalies' origins. His past is why he turned out the way he is and structured his views on himself. It explores his opposite, a survivor who, in many ways, is entangled with him. The story drives through what it means to be a person and contribute to the world around you. While also dealing with self-guilt and relationships with others.

Membership revoked, PM sent. Kufat and Zoobeeny supporting.

Re: AI Record - Tyrannius

Zyn 25 Aug 2025 07:19

User replied:

I didn't use any AI generated content? All dialogue and descriptions were written by myself. I did use it to clear my grammar and spelling does that count as revision?

Sent back:

Please be advised that lying about AI usage is grounds for a permanent ban from the site. The content of your sandbox has multiple sections with inconsistent writing styles, particularly when compared with your forum typing and text sent via private messages. There are also multiple patterns and indicators common to AI present in the sandbox draft, particularly towards the end content you've added wholesale in singular revisions, which are not seen in mainsite human-written works.

Of note, the following was noticed:

• "The user has been a member of the Sandbox Site for 3 days. As it stands, the entire first segment reads entirely differently from the dialogue. The dialogue contains multiple em-dashes and no formatting."
• "I suspect this article to be AI generated in some part. It is incredibly long and even more dense, but some lines jump out"
• "The em-dashes also aren't wikidot formatting, and entire portions tend (at least from what I've found so far) to appear all at once, such as at Revision 33, where multiple transcripts are appended at once, totaling 6096 words. There is, of course, a time span of about 2 days, but that's comically absurd. For reference, author Stephen King aimed to write 2000 words a day. A new author on the SCP wiki is not cranking out 3000 words a day."

User replied again with:

If you are referring to the big edits I added towards the end they were made on a doc the copy and pasted to the sandbox article. I'm assuming you read the entry or no? My dialogue notlr scenes were AI generated. I even have consistent themes throughout the story. I did use AI with the following prompt.

— Correct grammar and Spelling. Do not change dialogue. If necessary change action scenes to be more clinical. Alter formatting to make for better readability.

However all content was first written by myself. Do I need to send in the right drafts as proof?

Sent back:

The prompt includes "If necessary change action scenes to be more clinical. Alter formatting to make for better readability." which is not permitted by the SCP wiki.

Given that the user lied about their AI usage, moving for permanent ban.

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Re: AI Record - Tyrannius

Zyn 25 Aug 2025 07:50

User has continued to reply:

Understood the edits in question were minimal however and the work is near the same. Am I required to rework the text from my rough drafts by hand. If so should I do so on the site directly as proof. And are we required to alter the paragraph spacing ourselves as that was what is meant via 'readability'. Thank you for your time.

Sent back:

Again, lying about AI usage is ground for a permanent ban from the site. There are common patterns (unusual punctuation, unnecessary triplet group sets, overly purple prose, nonsensical magnitude description, etc.) in the addenda portions at the end of your draft that are found consistently in AI-generated material, and do not match your standard typing style nor works submitted on the SCP wiki proper.

You must wait 24 hours before you may submit an application to rejoin the site. Should you wish to do so, yes, you would be required to redo the material from scratch without AI in any step of the process.

I've submitted no works to the site proper aside from the draft? As for PMs I think its only natural those are different from ones writing style especially considering the tone of foundation writing. I don't quote Sartre ever in everyday life. As for the magnitude descriptions which by that Im assuming you meant the decibel descriptions I simply thought that was a cool detail. But otherwise yes as I confessed I did use AI to alter grammar and change my purely written fight scenes to something more inherently 'foundation' the the rough draft itself was an attempt at writing in such a format. But once again the scenes themselves were written by myself but I understand why in said sections one would see aspects consistent with AI.

Thank you for the information it will be done. I apologize for the trouble. I wonder if the plot at all was any good. I had many ideas and once I put finger to keyboard and got to writing I looked back on the work like the bones but needed to iron out the edges. As such to do it in short order I used AI rather than painstakingly comb through the text with grammarly which I can see is unfair.

I have not responded. Staff is discussing a permanent ban.

ETA: noting that staff received the following response to the ban message

Um when was I dishonest about any usage of AI exactly I was very clear in what I used AI to do?

No reply was given, as the user was not submitting an appeal, and it was noted that the user "gave three different answers about what they used AI to do" and as such is again lying about being "very clear" about their AI usage.

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