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Incident 4823-4011
On, █/█/20██, SCP-4823 unpeeled itself for the first time in months after 20.12.2019. A tweenage instance of SCP-4823-1 and a journal emerged from SCP-4823. Before guards stationed at SCP-4823 could sedate the SCP-4823-1 instance, the subject passed out on the floor. The subject was transported to the on-site infirmary. Journal was taken and placed in a storage locker.
Upon examination, medical staff found that the subject, which will now be referred to as SCP-4823-1-A, was both malnourished and dehydrated. IV drips of water and documented SCP-4823-1 diets were inserted into SCP-4823-1-A. 6000 Kelvin light bulbs were later brought in. Medical staff soon discovered a swarm of drosophila melanogaster, fruit flies, burrowed deep in SCP-4823-1-A's left arm. To prevent the spread of drosophila melanogaster, medical staff surgically amputated and quarantined the left arm from the rest of SCP-4823-1-A.
Currently, SCP-4823-1-A is still temporarily being closely monitored in Site-77's infirmary. SCP-4823-1-A has not yet woken up. Plans for where to contain SCP-4823 are still ongoing.
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Proposal: SCP-4823 will be transferred to Site-17. Most research on SCP-4823 has been focused on how it functions rather than U-4823 ever since 20.12.2019. For that reason, SCP-4823-1-A and any other instances of SCP-4823 are of no use to the SCP-4823 research team. Since SCP-4823-1 instances are susceptible to insect infestations, it is highly advised that SCP-4823-1-A is contained in a sterile and quarantined cell. For its safety, it shouldn’t be allowed to leave its cell even to go to the Site-17 cafeteria. -Dr. Yonaga
Proposal granted. -O5-█
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Where am I?
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Am I dead?
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Why am I vibrating? Wait, the place I’m in is vibrating. Where am I? Is it a car? How did I get into a car?
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I’m strapped to a stretcher, like ones on ambulances. How did I get here? There’s a bunch of needles in my right arm, and in my left arm- OH GOD, WHERE THE FUCK IS MY LEFT ARM! IT’S COMPLETELY GONE! WHERE THE FUCK AM I? THERE’S SOMEONE WITH A NEEDLE NEXT TO ME. OH GOD WHY IS THEIR FACE LIKE THAT! THEIR NEEDLE IS GOing into my…
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Where am I?
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I’m on a bed, a real bed, not a stretcher, and no straps this time.
Oh, I remember what happened. Why did I do that? I should have let the carvers eat me. I should have died. The people on the other side of the portal released the carvers. But still, where am I?
I’m in a big white room. There’s a desk on the other side of the room. It’s white, too. Is that an entire bathroom over in that corner? Why is that there?
Is that a camera on the ceiling?
There’s a big metal door. It looks too heavy to open, especially now that I have one arm. It’s probably locked, too.
There’s a big metal speaker above it. I wonder what it’s for-
“Good morning, four eight two three dash one dash ae. Welcome to Site-17.”