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— Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Seeking Greenlights: Yes Page Type: SCP-5667 Genre: Other (Keter) Page Layout: Special Procedures: Exact procedures are indeterminable, as SCP-5667's existence is purely. The colors seen when closing ones eyes are to be numbed upon birth. SCP-5667 is. As such, it is currently unknown. The space in which it exists has been sealed, the hole in human thought has been dammned with concrete. The oldest door has been deadbolted.
Nobody is to remember being born.
Elevator Pitch: <BEGIN LOG> (Footage recorded from the floor of an elevator, angle tilted towards the ceiling. The elevator doors open, Bill Marlow enters. A device chimes, he produces a tablet from his side, and taps across the screen with his fingers.) MARLOW: Hrm.
(Marlow removes his hand from the tablet and presses an elevator button several times, until the elevator dings and the door close.) MARLOW: (Grumbling) Buttons, damn buttons.
(Marlow returns to scrolling through the tablet, as the elevator creaks into motion.) MARLOW: 5667, hrm, hell's this one?
(Marlow presses the tablet once and squints his eyes at its screen, pupils ticking back and forth.) MARLOW: Huh. Well, consider me hooked. (Chuckles) (The current floor reader of the elevator clicks up a number, then to nothing. The elevator remains in motion. Marlow continues reading.) MARLOW: Hell's this thing?
(A tile of the elevator ceiling is removed from above, pushed aside, all is dark above.
Marlow glances up at the current floor reader.) MARLOW: (Grumbling) Dammit.
(Marlow jams his finger on an elevator button, becoming increasingly agitated. He swears to himself, turns around, and looks around the elevator. First the floor, then the walls, then the ceiling. He steps forward, gaze stuck upon the open ceiling tile.) (Marlow is pulled through the opening. The tablet clatters to the floor. He does not have the chance to make a sound. A light flickers green briefly above the opening.) <END LOG> Central Narrative: <BEGIN LOG> (Marlow runs through the dark. There is nothing but him. He is in clear distress. He reaches for anything but finds nothing. There is nothing but him.) MARLOW: Fuck. FUCK!
(Marlow halts his erratics. He breathes in, something breathes out for him. He falls to the floor coughing.) Judge⚠ of⚠ reality,⚠ beckoner⚠ of⚠ the⚠ truth;⚠ sand⚠ me⚠ space,⚠ forge⚠ me form: Who's there— WHO ARE YOU (Marlow uncrumples himself from the floor.) You⚠ alone⚠ must⚠ answer⚠ those⚠ questions,⚠ I⚠ plead⚠ you: I don't know, I— Nor⚠ do⚠ I,⚠ I⚠ plead⚠ you: I'm the one asking, me— I AM! The hell do you want from me?
Locked⚠ away,⚠ a⚠ melted,⚠ writhing⚠ burial⚠ of⚠ color.⚠ Seeped⚠ through the⚠ crack⚠ at⚠ the⚠ bottom.⚠ Congealed⚠ foreign⚠ thoughts.⚠ Nothing⚠ but which⚠ remembrance⚠ gives.⚠ Sand⚠ me⚠ space,⚠ forge⚠ me⚠ form: What are you… what are you even say— (Something scrapes across the floor. Marlow turns to look, body twirling around aimlessly. Nothing is there. The scraping grows closer.) What⚠ am⚠ I?: I don't know… I don't— Please. PLEASE! Let me out… let me… I have a husband. We— we just adopted, we… (He produces his wallet, unfurling its contents, a family portrait is framed by its leather.) Am⚠ I⚠ them?: No you FUCKING AREN'T!
You⚠ mold⚠ truth,⚠ edit,⚠ falsify,⚠ records⚠ of⚠ absolute⚠ truth contorted⚠ to⚠ further⚠ conceal⚠ reality.⚠ Reality⚠ bends⚠ to⚠ your⚠ will.
Use⚠ your⚠ power,⚠ sand⚠ me⚠ space,⚠ forge⚠ me⚠ form: How do you— I don't care, I don't care— don't touch them. Do whatever the hell you want to do with me… Don't— don't fucking touch them.
Alas,⚠ nothing⚠ can⚠ be⚠ done,⚠ I⚠ am⚠ nothing⚠ to⚠ do⚠ anything: Then what… what the hell do you WANT A⚠ gesture⚠ of⚠ assertion.⚠ Assertion⚠ of⚠ reality,⚠ the⚠ path⚠ of existence,⚠ lost⚠ upon.⚠ What⚠ am⚠ I?:(Silence, then shakily) I know— I know what the fuck you are. You're a monster. A cold, damn, monster.
(The greenlight shines. It attacks. Marlow is hooked.) <END LOG> Hook: <BEGIN LOG> (Marlow sits upon a chair, the only feature in a sea of nothing. He struggles and fails to remove himself. There are no restraints visible. The hook scrapes in circles around him, the greenlight shines a meter above it. Marlow cries.) THE⚠ MONSTER: A center has been cast, a narrative scripted. Features fleeting. Lo, my body remains distant; lend me life. Life is not I. I am not life yet.
(The hook wraps around a chair leg, pulling it backwards. Marlow yelps.) THE⚠ MONSTER: Form without feature, poreless skin, hairless fur, teethless maws, sightless sockets. I forgot; everyone forgets. I, which everyone forgets, that which nobody recalls; reimbued with form. Form without feature, features I must attain.
(The hook scrapes towards the front of Marlow, the greenlight sickening the color of his skin as it halts. Marlow squints.) THE⚠ MONSTER: Features you must give me.
(The hook swipes, knocking the chair over, Marlow remains seated, his prior breath escaping him. Marlow wheezes.) THE⚠ MONSTER: A hook, a hook to catch, to take, to entice. Monster, monster. All I am, what else am I?
(The hook hoists the chair back upright, jolting a still seated Marlow. Marlow— MARLOW: LET ME OUT!
THE⚠ MONSTER: Do I bite with teeth? Do I smell a nose? Do I hear those ears? Do I… MARLOW: I don't care… I DON'T FUCKING CARE!
THE⚠ MONSTER: …see with eyes? Taste with tongue? Touch with hands? Walk with feet? Think with brains? Smite with brawn? Do I? Do I? Do I? Do you?
(Marlow. Marlow. Marlow. He screams.) THE⚠ MONSTER: Angle of vision must be achieved, deliberation cast forth. Something is nothing without. Nothing without. Nothing. Do I bite with teeth? Do I smell a nose? Do I hear those ears? Do— (On and on and on until the sun eventually rises, awakening. Vivid memories become vague, too long ago to muster. Ripped apart, insipid fragments tossed to the floor. The chair creaks, cracks, the chair, the chair, go to the chair Marlow. Go to the chair Marlow and think about what you've done — Here's your wedding gift, don't you remember it?
The chair, oh, the chair. Why you're welcome, I know how much you loved it — Marlow, why'd you take his last name? How could you — Go to the chair Marlow. Marlow, Marlow, Marlow's screams rasp his throat, vocal cords nearly give out, before— MARLOW: ALL OF IT! Every. Last. THING. I don't care, let me out… Let me… please… you you fucking… green… THE⚠ MONSTER: I do. I do. I do. You do. We do.
(The second greenlight shines. They gaze into Marlow, they see his torso, blood, organs, teeth, hands, tongue, they encase it all in sight — in light. A smile contorts, the greenlights smile, the hook rises, Marlow rises. His eyes open more than ever. The hook rises higher, an arm rises it higher. A torso, blood, organs, teeth, hands, tongue, all rise it higher. It presses upon Marlow's forehead.) THE⚠ GREENLIGHTS: You will now remember me, you will now remember being born.
(The hook pierces. Flesh parts away, skull blooms open, concrete cracks apart, a lock is picked effortlessly. The knob is turned, the colors become less dull, they're something now, they're vivid now. Oh god. Oh my god— <BEGIN LOG> Additional Notes: Description: SCP-5667 is born, SCP-5667 remembers it.
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