What I’m about to tell you… I shouldn’t be telling you. This is top secret stuff.
And when I say top secret, I mean top secret. This is so high level,
that even O5 has gotten himself involved. I’ve kept what I’ve known a secret for so long, but
it’s been long enough. I can’t take it anymore. I just can’t let her suffer. I can’t bear it.
That’s why I’m recording this. I need to let the public know what’s going on, because I’m about
to do something that could end up in me getting killed. I need to record this before that happens.
But I’m probably confusing you. I need to start from the beginning. To where it all began.
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Anyway, back to my story. I won’t tell you my name, just for privacy reasons,
but I will tell you that I am an agent of the SCP Foundation. I am pretty high up too, and I know a
lot about all of the SCP Foundation’s cases. But I never came across something like SCP-231-7.
Allow me to explain. SCP-231 consisted of 7 pregnant females, who were all retrieved on
a police raid of a warehouse factory, owned by an organization named “Children of the Scarlet King”.
I was part of that police raid, and to this day the memories of that raid still haunt me.
We had been given a tip of the captured women, and we headed in through the back
of the warehouse. Using high-tech gear, we were able to break in easily and free all 7 women,
from SCP-231-1 through to SCP-231-7. But I never would have imagined what happened next.
SCP-231-1, following the distress of being captured and suddenly rescued,
went into labour. As I’ve already mentioned, all SCP-231s were pregnant.
SCP-231-1 gave birth to a fetus that resulted in the deaths of 43 people. I don’t want to go
into too much detail on what happened, but… it was terrifying. I’m still traumatized.
You see, if any of SCP-231s go into labour, the birth of the fetus always immediately
results in a catastrophic event. After SCP-231-1 went into labour and died,
we were quick to recover SCP-231-2 to 7 and bring them back to the SCP Foundation.
We had no idea what risk the other women posed, but we weren’t willing to take that
chance and allow them to walk through. We took possession of SCP-231-2 to 7.
Multiple notebooks and journals were found at the warehouse that
indicated a procedure of sorts that could help treat SCP-231-2 to 7,
and prevent further casualties. After analysing these notebooks,
scientists concluded Procedure 110-Montauk was the best route to preventing future occurrences.
To this day, I have no idea what Procedure 110-Montauk
actually is. All I know is that it is brutal, and caused SCP-231-2 to 7 great distress.
Many of my comrades who actually carried out Procedure 110-Montauk expressed concerns over
the whole project, but personnel O5 assured them that it was necessary. If we must cause
harm to these seemingly innocent women in order to prevent further casualties, then we must do that.
As of today, only SCP-231-7 remains alive.
All others died. I was not present at the scene when SCP-231-2 to 6 died,
but I have heard the details and read the reports. These are the details of their deaths as follows:
SCP-231-2 was killed during an attempt to remove her fetus by surgery.
The surrounding doctors and nurses were all killed as well. The fetus self-terminated in the process.
SCP-231-3 died following great distress as a result of Procedure 110-Montauk.
She then went into labour, resulting in an event that caused the death of ten people.
SCP-231-4 was treated to SCP-500, an item that consists of pills that can cure any disease.
Although the treatment was somewhat successful, as parts of SCP-231-4's condition were expelled,
the remains were still active, and SCP-231-4 died
in labour. The birth of SCP-231-4’s fetus also resulted in the death of 58 people.
SCP-231-5 went into labour following a botched Procedure 110-Montauk.
She gave birth one hour after going through the faulty Procedure 110-Montauk, which resulted in
234 deaths, as well as the destruction of Site 231-Aleph, her containment facility.
SCP-231-6 was killed in an escape attempt. SCP-231-7 was also part of the attempted escape,
and they were both aided by an agent who was carrying an SCP item as a weapon, although
precisely what kind of SCP he used is uncertain. The agent was reported to be under emotional
distress after being exposed to SCP-231, but no immediate action to thwart said emotions was made.
The agent helped break SCP-231-6 and SCP-231-7 out of containment, but they were immediately
combatted under fire and the agent was killed. Unfortunately, SCP-231-6 was caught in a misfire
and died. She consequently gave birth, which resulted in a further 23 casualties.
SCP-231-7 is the only survivor of that incident. She is now being contained successfully on site.
Scientists suspect SCP-231-7 is perhaps the most dangerous one of them all. They suspect SCP-231-7
entering labour may result in an XK class end of the world scenario. Extreme precaution is a must.
Throughout all this time, I wasn’t present, because I was out doing other tasks for the
SCP Foundation. Locating SCPs, tracking them down, capturing them, securing them.
My job is dangerous. My job is risky. I’m always told to treat my job as not a part of my life,
otherwise I can get too attached to the things I see and the things I know. But
for some reason or other, I just couldn’t detach myself from SCP-231-7. Or, Katy, as I know her.
I first met her - well, it wasn’t technically the first time since I had found her in that
warehouse - but I had seen her for the first time after being captured just six months ago.
I was called back to be part of the 5-Level group that was supposed to monitor SCP-231-7.
It was my job to make sure everything ran smoothly, and that SCP-231-7
was never at risk of escaping. A lot of responsibility rested on my shoulders.
I entered the facility holding SCP-231-7. She lay there, strapped to a hospital bed,
all of her limbs restricted and tied up. With me, there were two other people - another bodyguard,
and a scientist that was there to check up on her. SCP-231-7’s stomach bulged out,
evidence of her pregnancy, and her eyes were closed. She had brown hair,
and an olive complexion. I walked up to her and cleared my throat.
“Good morning.” I said.
SCP-231-7’s eyes opened immediately. She looked afraid.
“It’s alright, everything’s fine. We’re not going to hurt you.” I said.
“I’m just here for a routine check up.”
I nodded at the scientist, who moved forward to perform routine checks: making sure her IV drip
was secure, checking her temperature, taking blood samples, monitoring her heart rate.
THe usual stuff. There was also a feeding tube that was attached into her stomach. SCP-231-7
was not allowed to eat solid food, due to the risk she may pose if she were unrestrained. I
didn’t really understand this. She seemed harmless enough. But then I remembered the past cases with
SCP-231-1 to 6, and I realized it was probably smart to take extra precautions like this.
“What’s your name?” I asked SCP-231-7.
I was surprised at myself. I wasn’t usually this friendly with the SCP
items. But I guess there was something about this woman that drew me in. She seemed… nice.
“You shouldn’t speak to her.” the scientist whispered fiercely at me.
“Relax.” I said to him. Then, I turned to the woman. “What’s your name?” I asked again.
“Katy.” She said nervously. “What’s your name?” She asked me,
and that surprised me even more. I wasn’t expecting that.
Should I tell her my real name or not? Strictly speaking, we were supposed to
be working undercover here, but I guessed it wouldn’t hurt to tell her the truth.
“Michael.” I replied.
And then SCP-231-7 - or, Katy - smiled. And I guess that’s the moment when I first started to
fall in love with her. For the next months after that, I continued to oversee Katy’s containment.
I tried to make her as comfortable as possible. I chatted with her often, I read her stories,
I talked about the outside world. But I could tell the people around me were nervous.
What I was doing - interacting with the SCP - that was advised strongly against by our superiors.
And yet, I was doing exactly that. But I didn’t care.
It has now been around 5 months since I first met Katy, and I am already in love.
I don’t know how she feels about me. I guess I don’t expect anything of her. She is being held
captive in some crazy facility with these cold people around her, performing tests and such,
and she has no idea what is going on. I can’t imagine how she must be feeling.
No matter how hard I try to make her comfortable, though, I can’t stop Procedure 110-Montauk from
happening. At the times the procedure is carried out, which is around once a week,
myself, along with the rest of my 5-Level group, are removed from the premises to ensure secrecy.
That’s when they do who knows what to my beloved Katy. It angers me to think they
could be hurting her. Whenever I return after the Procedure, Katy always looks exhausted and tired.
There’s no physical injuries on her body, but she seems in pain.
My comrades in my 5-Level group all think the same thing - we feel sorry for her. We
feel sorry for Katy, for SCP-231-7. She’s just a young woman. She hasn’t done anything wrong,
and yet she has to suffer so much. Our superiors got wind of our loss in morale.
We were recently given the option to remove ourselves from SCP-231-7’s case,
and perform a “psychological cleansing process” that involves removing memories of SCP-231-7
and replacing them with false ones. Many of my comrades have already chosen that option.
I have not. I can’t do that to Katy. I can’t leave her behind.
I have decided… I have decided I must break her out. I have to help her escape. I’ve made all the
plans. It’s simple enough since I’m basically the head of Katy’s project. Tonight, I leave for the
facility, and I’m getting Katy out of there. I’m recording this video before I leave, just in case…
just in case something goes wrong. The public deserves to know.
Wish me luck.