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{$doesthisfixthebug} 3/7288 LEVEL 3/7288 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7288 Keter Andrew Llewellyn (left), origin of SCP-7288-affected communications.
Special Containment Procedures: Researcher Morgan Llewellyn's communications are to be monitored under Internal Security Directive LOCKJAW. Any incoming messages determined to originate from Andrew Llewellyn are to be suppressed through standard means. Any outgoing messages determined to be an attempt by Rsrchr.
Llewellyn to contact him are to be similarly suppressed, and result in the immediate termination of his employment and subsequent containment.
Description: SCP-7288 is an anomalous phenomenon resulting in the consistent failure of internal Foundation censors to suppress electronic messages (e-mails, text messages, et cetera) sent from Andrew Llewellyn to his husband, Morgan Llewellyn, currently enrolled in the Foundation Class-F Containment-Employ Program at Site-19.
Background: Dr. Morgan Llewellyn is a Class-3 thaumaturge identified and contained by the Foundation on February 25th, 2014, following a YouTube video depicting him reflexively utilizing his abilities to prevent a semitruck from crashing into his workplace, the Keck Laboratory at the California Institute of Technology. The video was caught by standard Foundation web-scraping protocols and deleted, all witnesses were amnesticized, and Llewellyn was contained.
Due to Llewellyn's relatively docile demeanor, easily-containable anomalous abilities, and experience in scientific fields, he was identified as a possible candidate for Site-19's fledgling Foundation Class-F Containment-Employ Program. Llewellyn was offered a choice between permanent, formal containment as an SCP object, and a reduced form of Class-F containment as an employee of the Research Department of the Foundation, assisting with research and experimentation of other anomalies. He agreed to the latter, and was transported to Site-19 to be placed under the direct supervision of program director Vincent Tet.
Andrew Llewellyn, a librarian at the Sherman Fairchild Library at the California Institute of Technology, was informed that his husband had been involved in a head-on collision with a drunk driver, and that both of them had died. Necessary evidence was manufactured.
Over the following year, Morgan Llewellyn worked at various laboratories at Site-19 assisting in 34 separate research projects, and received consistently positive evaluations from supervisors. The first occurrence of SCP-7288 was on February 28th, 2015, exactly one year after Morgan Llewellyn's supposed death. The following email was automatically forwarded from Morgan Llewellyn's personal e-mail to his SCiPnet e- mail address, despite the fact that Site-19 does not support outside internet connections.
File 7288.01: To: You 01:26AM From: Andrew Llewellyn <███████████?@gmail.com> Subject: Hi Hi. Long time no talk.
This is really stupid. I don't know why. I visit your grave every few weeks. I used to go every week, but then things happened, you know how it is. It's been a long year. I'm sorry. But I visit you every few weeks and I never find it hard to talk then.
Dr. Manola said I should do something like this, that it helps a lot of people whose partners have died. Write a letter or a journal or something, like I was talking to you. I told her that you never remembered to get the mail or use the agendas I bought you, so she asked "Well, did he check his email?" And here I am.
I miss you. I suppose that's worth getting out of the way first. Which is kind of what this whole exercise is meant to solve, I guess. To accept that I miss you but that you're not coming back but that you'll always be a part of me or something equally Hallmark-ish.
But both of us know how shit I am at talking about that, so let's not. I suppose I'll tell you about my month. It's been a good month, I guess. The Zoloft works better than the Lexapro, so I don't feel like throwing up every time the lights are too bright.
Improvement. Work's been okay.
I walk Dodger now. For the first couple of weeks I didn't, but he'd still hop off the couch at 6:00 on the dot, grab his leash in his mouth, and wait by the door. Eventually I got tired of looking at him sitting there with his literal puppy-dog eyes. Least he isn't shitting on the rug anymore.
Well, that's me. How've you been?
Still dead? Yeah, figured.
This is stupid Junior Researcher Morgan Llewellyn viewed the email, but was not permitted to respond. The following email was received four weeks later.
File 7288.02: To: You 02:13PM From: Andrew Llewellyn <███████████?@gmail.com> Subject: Sorry Hi. Sorry about that little tantrum. I talked to Dr. Manola about it and she said that it'd be hard but it's worth doing. I said she wouldn't know and she told me her husband had died of pancreatic cancer 15 years ago and she still wrote to him every year on their anniversary, so boy do I feel like a jackass. This is my penance, I guess. I'm going to take it seriously.
So, yeah. I don't know. This is still awkward. Which is probably a dumbass thing to say considering I'm writing to a man who I'm married to, and considering I'm not even writing to you, I'm writing to myself.
Was. I keep catching myself doing that and having to correct myself. Was married to. I need to get out of the habit. Manola says it's about me wanting to move on but honestly it's just that people then ask where my wife is and then I have to say "actually my husband" and then they say "oh jeez, i'm sorry, my bad. where's your husband?" and then I have to say "actually he passed away last year" and then they shut up. There is no standard response to someone telling you their spouse is dead. I mean, when Manola told me her husband died I froze up and blurted out "same". Dumbass. But she laughed, and I laughed, and I feel like your fucked-up sense of humor meant you'd have laughed, too.
I really don't know what I'm going to do without you, man. That whole thing about the people asking me where my husband is, that's mostly in my head. Between the two of us, most of "our" friends were really your friends. I mean, they definitely made the effort.
They invited me out for drinks and shit, I was the sadsack that always said no until they stopped asking. Can't blame them for that. I don't really go out anymore.
They should make a "so your spouse died" starter pack, I think. Everyone thinks about the big things. Funerals, grief counseling, the house. But what's funny is that you're so primed for most of that stuff that it doesn't really wreck you. Or me, anyway. The little things are what fuck me up. Like, a half-watched episode from season 4 of Dexter has been in our Netflix continue watching for a year. I said we should stay up and finish it, but you had work the next morning, and we went to bed. And then the next day you weren't there anymore.
That's the shit they should tell you. Your stuff is still in the closet, though Manola tells me I should get rid of it. I donated most of your physics textbooks to the library. Sorry. But I figured they were better off with people who could make heads or tails of them. Pretty much the only thing in them that I can understand is your name on the inside cover.
Speaking of books, work has been good. We got a grant that Vanessa was really gunning for. Lot of money, lot of books, maybe expand the rare books section a little. We also hired a new girl at my desk, Kim. She's nice, big reader. We've been chatting about American occultist literature. Shit, I thought I was into weird spooky stuff. This kid's on another level.
Man.
I think the part of this that makes me mad is that I've had a near-perfect go of all this.
Like, in terms of how difficult spousal death can be, I'm… very low on the scale. Your family's been supportive, to the best of their abilities; they're also dealing with losing a son. Mine… well, we knew that was a lost cause. I'm healthy, I'm getting professional help, I have a regular job.
And I still feel like garbage without you.
I think this is enough introspection for one night. I'm gonna try to make this a habit.
Every couple of weeks, maybe. I don't know yet. Goodnight, Morg. I love you, and I miss you.
Junior Researcher Morgan Llewellyn viewed the email, and requested to respond. The request was denied by Senior Researcher Vincent Tet: To: You 10:34AM From: Vincent Tet<vtet12@site19.scp> Subject: Request #019 Researcher Llewellyn, While I sympathize with your situation, I'm afraid the request is denied. Responding to your husband would expose your continued existence and anomalous abilities and by extension, the Foundation. That's a risk we can't allow any of our personnel to take.
This isn't an uncommon situation here — a number of our personnel are lifers, and the people in their former lives have been informed of their deaths to allow them to dedicate themselves entirely to their tasks. The work we do here is simply too important, too crucial to risk it on moments of weakness.
This is the most important thing you will ever do.
I assure you that we have no idea how the messages are still getting through, and the RAISA technicians are working very hard on trying to patch whatever bug this is. In the meantime, please accept my apologies for the difficult situation.
P.S: You'll find your assignment portfolio for the next quarter attached.
Regards, Vincent Tet CFCE Program Director, Site-19 Despite multiple efforts to resolve the issue, including deactivation of Jr. Rsrchr.
Llewellyn's personal e-mail and replacement of Site-19's e-mail server, messages sent from Andrew Llewellyn continued to arrive unfettered. RAISA technicians officially classified the phenomenon as SCP-7288.
Over the following two years, e-mails accumulated in his inbox. Excerpts are included.
File 7288.05-19: Email #05: Sent 1 year, 4 months, and 3 days after Llewellyn's initial containment.
Dodger had a little scare this week, got nipped at by another dog at the park. I took him to the vet. Usually you do it, so predictably, I had to go through the song and dance of them asking where you were and then the inescapable cavalcade of "oh my god"s and "I'm so sorry"s and other assorted condolences.
Except it hurt just a little bit less this time around. Not a lot less, mind. Just, you know. A bit. Enough to notice. Maybe it means I'm getting better, or maybe it means I'm getting numb, or maybe it means I need to get Manola to adjust my dosage. Jury's out.
And Dodger's fine, by the way. Just thought you'd want to know. I miss you and I love you.
Junior Researcher Morgan Llewellyn viewed the email, but was not permitted to respond.
At approximately this time, several of Llewellyn's research supervisors submitted their evaluations — they cited that the quality of his work had steadily degraded over the preceding months, and expressed concern regarding his mental state. Per standard protocol, Supervisor Tet offered Jr. Rsrchr. Llewellyn an appointment with the on-site counselor, but the offer was refused.
Email #11: Sent 1 year, 9 months, and 1 day after Llewellyn's initial containment.
Happy anniversary! lmao I'm a little drunk. Just a lil. went by the cemetary earlier with flowers. I had a wholee thing planned out in my head but that's a funny thing about cemetaries. Once you're actually there, standing in front of the grave, its hard to ignore the fact that youre basically just talking to a rock. All the love in the world can't make you stop feeling awkward or dorky about talking to a rock that doesnt talk back. Or maybe that's just me.
Then again I guess I'm doign the same thing here. I dunno!Maybe it's because writing it out is easier than saying it aloud or maybe because seeing the little wheel spin as it says "sending" makes it feel like its going somewhere. But writing these makes me feel like I'm. idk. closer to you. That I can feel you. Don't know whether that's good for me or not.
Go figure.
It's funny I think that between the two of us I'm the one that doesn't believe in an afterlife.
You're a physics researcher, I'm a lit grad, but you always said there'd be something after all this. never bought it, myself.
But it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. no, sir. I think I'm getting a little more open to the idea, that there are things out there we don't understand.kim showed me this grimoire she said belonged to her great-grandmother. This sect of Korean self- proclaimed mages, something about snakes. Been reading a lot of stuff in that vein, from the rare books section of the Library.
currently i'm on a hot date with this bottle of bourbon Kim gave me for my birthday, so i'm gonna finish that up and then go regret this in the morning. miss you, love you Junior Researcher Morgan Llewellyn viewed the email, but was not permitted to respond.
Llewellyn's work continued to degrade in efficacy and quality. On December 27th, 2015, a meeting was scheduled between him and Supervisor Tet, where he was duly informed that as per the terms of his employment agreement, three consecutive quarters of negative evaluations would result in his removal from the program and placement into the Humanoid Containment Wing of Site-17.
Llewellyn refused an offer of amnestic therapy, apologized for the subpar work, and affirmed that it would not happen again.
Email #18: Sent 2 years, 0 months, and 1 day after Llewellyn's initial containment.
Two years. Time flies, huh?
I think there's an acceptable time period for grieving, and that I have dramatically stumblefucked right past it. But I'm getting better. Your folks had me over for Christmas.
That was really decent of them. Looked at your baby photos. You were an ugly fuckin' baby. Told stories. I didn't know you went to Space Camp, you bastard. I thought it wise not to relay the time we shared a blunt in your lab after hours, one of your students came in, and you doused it in a beaker of something and it started bubbling and I nearly died laughing.
Your brother came by, too. I know you would've liked to see that. We didn't really talk about the sudden change in demeanor, obviously, but he hugged me, which indicates growth, if nothing else. In a weird, roundabout way, I think you helped him grow more after you were gone than you ever did when you were still here.
Anyway. Things have been good, these past few months. Really good. Kim - I guess I'd have to call her my best friend now, if by method of elimination. Ha-ha. But I invited her over. I hope you don't mind. I really, really hope you don't mind. But while she was over, she spotted something. One of your books, the ones I hadn't sold. The hide-covered one you kept in your bottom bookshelf. I guess I always assumed it was a research notebook or something, honestly, but she cracked it open like she recognized it. And then put it away real quietly, wouldn't really explain what the deal was. She didn't stay long after that.
Hope you've been good, too. Are you getting in fights up there? Hope so. Love you and I miss you.
Junior Researcher Morgan Llewellyn viewed the email, but was not permitted to respond.
At this point, Llewellyn's work had returned to average levels of quality in an upward trend, and once again received positive evaluations from his supervisors, who praised his focus on the projects. The disciplinary matter against him was considered closed.
File 7288.24: The following emails were received in rapid succession on June 31st, 2016.
Email #24: Sent 2 year, 4 months, and 6 days after Llewellyn's initial containment.
Jesus you would not believe the day I've had.
Shit. I don't even know if I can be sending you this but who the fuck else am I gonna tell, right? Showed up to work today and Kim said she had to show me something. I was a little weirded out but whatever, okay, followed her to the Kayler Wing. We go down a couple hallways around the back, and I'm getting weirded out, and then she disappears through a door I've never seen before, and I follow.
I don't even know how to describe it, man. It was a library, but like, it was a Library. I have no fucking idea where or how or what. Just, huge vaulted ceilings and shelves and what the fuck. I thought she fucking slipped me something and started freaking out and then she was next to me and calming me down. And then I saw the fucking things walking around.
My brain's way too full of thoughts. I still think she might've slipped me something. But I swear to God, I saw these… fucking bug things walking around and these Dementor looking fucks and jesus christ. But I wasn't scared, was the thing, not after the initial shock wore off. It was… familiar. It was like every library I've ever been in. We walked around for, it must've been hours. I have no idea how big it was. She said she wasn't terribly sure what it was either, but her family had been accessing it for generations.
I looked at the books as we went by, because it was the only way to avoid staring at the freaky other things perusing the shelves, which I was firmly told was impolite. Books on Italian history, quantum physics, magical superstructures, dead societies, preparation of something called Kalikor, all on the same shelf.
I have no idea what I saw today. But I wish you could've been there with me.
Junior Researcher Morgan Llewellyn viewed the email, but was not permitted to respond.
The I/Os monitoring Llewellyn's communications flagged this as a likely reference to Nx-001, and dispatched Fireteam GIGAS from MTF Sigma-3 ("Bibliographers") to contain Andrew Llewellyn and identify the Way. A lab containment breach drill (the source of which could not be identified) delayed the deployment of Fireteam GIGAS by several hours, and they touched down in Pasadena, California at 17:46 local time.
An investigation of the Llewellyn apartment indicated that it had been abandoned several hours prior, with several necessities taken and Andrew Llewellyn nowhere to be found. His associate, identified as Kim Tae-Bok, could also not be located.
Despite investigation, no conclusive means were found through which Jr. Rsrchr.
Llewellyn might have warned his husband or Kim Tae-Bok in advance of the Foundation raid.
Email #25: Sent 2 year, 4 months, and 7 days after Llewellyn's initial containment.
Hi. I'm not sure if I'm gonna be able to write to you again, though I guess I could just write into a journal or something. No shortage of paper around here. Still, it's not the same.
We're in the Library. The Other Library, I mean. I don't know what happened. Kim was in my apartment, shaking me awake, telling me we had to go, that they were coming. I asked who, told her to calm down, but she just pulled me out and downstairs. I still had — and have — no idea what was going on, but she started my car and floored it to the Library. Popped a window and made our way to where the door was. I wasn't gonna follow her. Then I heard the jackboots coming up the stairs and the helicopter and went in.
We've been in the Library for a day or so now? She says that they can't get us here.
Hasn't explained much, but says that everything, food, clothes, is provided here.
I have no fucking idea what I've fallen into, Morg. I'm scared.
Somehow my phone is still working, but signal is spotty and I have a sneaking suspicion I'm not gonna find a charger here. I'll write when I can, but in the meantime, I think it's about time for me to sign off for a little while. I love you, and I miss you.
Junior Researcher Morgan Llewellyn viewed the email, but was not permitted to respond.
After this event, Llewellyn's research supervisors noted that he seemed emotionless and withdrawn, though completing his work satisfactorily. This demeanor faded after several weeks.
No SCP-7288 associated e-mails were received by Llewellyn again for a period of four years, 6 months, and 15 days.
File 7288.26: On January 15th, 2021, an email from the <███████████?
@gmail.com> e-mail address arrived in Llewellyn's inbox. At this point, following several years in the program under Supervisor Tet and a prolonged period of SCP-7288 inactivity, Llewellyn had been promoted to Researcher, with a number of privileges — a personnel dormitory rather than a furnished cell, meals in the personnel cafeteria, and a limited level of research exposure to Euclid-class anomalous objects. He had participated in and worked on 134 research projects for the Foundation. Due to the lull in SCP-7288 activity and Llewellyn's forthcomingness in past incidents, the I/Os monitoring Llewellyn's SCiPnet e-mail address were cycled down to scraping twice a day, rather than constantly updated. As such, this email, received at 03:46, was not detected until 12:00: Email #26: Sent 6 years, 10 months, and 22 days after Llewellyn's initial containment.
Hi. Long time no talk.
I've had a lot of time to think about how I was gonna write this, but now that I actually have the opportunity to do it, none of them really seem like good ideas.
Well, to start us off: It's been a long 7 years.
When I last sent you something, it was my first time inside the Library. I didn't even know what it was called. And now I'm a Wanderer! Funny how things work out.
The past few years have been… interesting. The first few months were rough. On the run from the Foundation, taking safe harbour in the Library, figuring out what the hell to do from there. But we got by. Made connections — friends in high and low places, throughout the occult world. Librarians, Wanderers, neither, in-between. I've stood on the skyscrapers of Eurtec, I've explored the alleyways of Three Portlands. Seen Esterberg's cobbled streets, the threads of Sloth's Pit, even took a triapse to Undervegas. I've hit the four corners of the anomalous world and gotten in my fair share of trouble along the way.
Kim hasn't been a bad traveling companion at all. But I just wish I could've seen it all with you.
And part of me knows that's impossible. That you can't bring people back from the dead, not in any way that matters. As trite as it is, that you're still with me as long as I remember you.
But the problem is the other part of me. The part that has been chewing on the butt of a cigar for years, thinking about how this all just doesn't quite line up.
The first tip, to me, was the fact that you had a magic grimoire from the fucking Wanderer's Library in your closet and never thought to mention it. I didn't realize it then, but now? It's unmistakable. Not even as a "look at this freaky book," you just… never mentioned it. You were hiding it. Which, I forgive you, I've hid my fair share of shit from you too. But why would you do that unless you knew what it was?
Okay, that told me you were, on some level, involved with all this magical shit. That's a shock, but what was more shocking was the fact that people knew you. Everywhere I went, the name Morgan Llewellyn kept popping up. Someone who knew your parents, which explains why you avoided your family like the plague. Someone who was a friend of yours when you went to ICSUT (can't believe you're not even a real Beaver, you bastard!). Someone who remembered working on a spell proof with you, and called you one of the last bright magicians, and assured me that your prodigious powers would have kicked in had you suddenly been hit by a 2-ton hunk of metal going 60.
Everywhere I went, there you were. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
The last piece in the puzzle, though, was when I took your grimoire back to the Library.
The Librarians always appreciate lost material being returned, appreciative enough to give me a little tidbit of information: the Library doesn't retain debts from beyond the grave.
Then the rest of the stuff fell into place. The fact that the body was conveniently disfigured beyond recognition, the fact that nearly nobody, nobody at all, could even remember you being at work that day, much less getting in an accident driving home.
You're still alive, you dumb handsome bastard.
And for once in my life, I'm praying that someone has you. Because the alternative is that you left by yourself, which I don't know if I can handle, or that you're really dead.
Which I thought I could handle but turns out, I never really believed it myself.
I'll be waiting, Morg. You know the place. I love you, and I miss you so, so much.
Junior Researcher Morgan Llewellyn failed to report in to his assigned research supervisor, and Site-19 security officers found his dormitory locked from the inside.
Computer logs indicated that hours prior, a number of low-priority magic-amplifying anomalous objects Llewellyn had access to were checked out from their containment lockers. After unlocking the door, security found that Llewellyn and all his personnel effects were gone.
Several hours later, a single email was discovered in Supervisor Vincent Tet's inbox, traced to a single-use e-mail address deactivated minutes later.
To: You 08:47AM From: Unknown<████████@████████.uz> Subject: No subject Vincent Tet said: This is the most important thing you will ever do.
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