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| Published on 06 Feb 2023 14:16 |
Interview XXXX-56
Interviewer: Dr. Frederick Heiden
Interviewee: SCP-XXXX
Dr. Frederick Heiden: Hello, XXXX. How are you feeling this morning?
SCP-XXXX: I, uh, I'm feeling excited, Fred. When can we start?
Dr. Heiden: In a moment, XXXX. We have some questions to go through before we can start the administration. The usual. You ready?
[SCP-XXXX nods.]
Dr. Heiden: Perfect. Can you tell us your name and designation?
| ITEM: SCP-XXXX | LEVEL 2/XXXX |
| CLASS: SAFE | restricted |
SCP-XXXX: My designation is XXXX, and my name is…
Dr. Heiden: Your name..?
SCP-XXXX: It's… [Short Pause] …Abel. Abel Papadakis.
Dr. Heiden: Right. How has your stay here been with us, Abel?
SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES
SCP-XXXX's VDHFJRJFJFJ
SCP-XXXX: It's been… nice. Nicer than what I've heard y'all do for others… and nicer than where I came from.
Dr. Heiden: I see. Could you describe your abnormality?
DESCRIPTION
SCP-XXXX is a human male of Greek and Jewish descent, roughly 24 years of age. The left side of SCP-XXXX's body is a replica of its right side, meaning that SCP-XXXX has, amongst other abnormalities:
- Two right hands
- Two right eyes
- Two right feet
- No spleen
- Disconnected lungs
SCP-XXXX's brain is unaffected by this anomaly and no signs of an operation to induce this anomaly have been found, indicating SCP-XXXX was born in this state.
SCP-XXXX: I'm all right, no left. I've been this way for as long as I can remember. They - the, uh, Circus people - wanted to call me Mr. Right because of it, but, well…
GoI Document
386.233.Interaction.123
| From: | Dr. Wondertainment Legal Team |
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| To: | Herman Fuller |
| Subject: | Infringement |
Mr. Lawyer Man
Most Definitely Qualified
Dr. Heiden: Yes, Wondertainment is famously stingy when it comes to their trademarks. So you were a part of Herman Fuller's circus?
SCP-XXXX: Um, yes. You guys already know this.
Before Foundation containment, SCP-XXXX was a member of GoI-233 ("Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting"). SCP-XXXX was recovered by the Foundation in an open field near Chapel Hill, North Carolina alongside several paraphernalia from GoI-233. SCP-XXXX was found unconscious, blindfolded and tied to an electrical pole. SCP-XXXX was relocated to Site-42.
Dr. Heiden: Of course. We have to establish a baseline before we start the administration. What can you tell us about your time at Fuller's?
SCP-XXXX: Well… I received the usual treatment from Fuller, I think. I was with him for… five years. Yeah, five years. I was just a worker at first, helping pack and move.
THE RIGHTEOUS MAN!
ALL RIGHT!
NO LEFT!
NO WRONG!
Amazing feats of strength!
Logic-defying stunts!
Shocking tricks!
Born with two right sides of his body, The Righteous Man is capable of mind-bobbling stunts of strength and dexterity!
SCP-XXXX: He had me be a part of the main show for a bit after we lost some talent. I'd warm up the crowd before the main showrunners were ready. Eventually, people got tired of me. I mean, there's only so many tricks and stunts one can do with two right hands. Fuller took me off the roster and moved me to the back of The Hall of Humans Extraordinaire. Didn't get much visitors back there. Hell, most days I was supposed to be in the Hall I'd usually just go out and help out the hands.
Dr. Heiden: Any interactions with Fuller you remember?
SCP-XXXX: There was one. One December, not too long before… Icky, Fuller had an idea for a "Hannakuh Night." Grabbed a whole bunch of the Jewish performers and had us put on a show. It felt… wrong. Like, the whole thing was wrong, using the excuse of them being Jewish and celebrating Hannakuh to charge extra, but I also felt like I just… didn't belong there?
Dr. Heiden: What do you mean?
SCP-XXXX: Well, I don't think I'm Jewish? Y'all said I'm descended from Jewish people, but I don't think I ever actually practised it, you know?
Dr. Heiden: I see. Do you remember how you joined the Circus?
[Pause.]
SCP-XXXX: I, um, I -… No, not really. I remember waking up in Fuller's office and Manny patting me on my back with a big grin. I… I can feel memories from before then, but they're all… fuzzy. It hurts to try and clear them up.
Dr. Heiden: Are there any that are a little less, erm, "fuzzy?"
SCP-XXXX: There's one. Of my mother, holding my hand as we went to church - that's right, I was Orthodox Christian, not Jewish - looking down at me with the brightest smile I've ever seen. It was a sunny day, and there was a huge crowd of people going to church that day, but… that's all I can remember from before the circus.
Dr. Heiden: I understand. A while back, you me—
SCP-XXXX: Actually, no. I remember another memor- Oh, sorry for cutting you off.
Dr. Heiden: You're alright, XXXX. Continue, please.
SCP-XXXX: This memory feels newer, closer to me joining the Circus. I was at a bar, and I was drunk. Like, really really drunk. Which is weird, cause I didn't think I'd be the drinking type. But there was a whole bunch of bottles around me, I think the bartender was trying to ween me off, but I kept asking for more. I was mad because of something, but I don't remember what… I feel like someone did something to me, but I can't remember what. Im sorry, it's always the important details that feel the fuzziest.
Dr. Heiden: That's fine, XXXX. That won't be a problem for much longer.
SCP-XXXX: [Smiles.]… Right, um, I was in a bar… There was an ad, for some travelling circus… "Hoover Sibling's Traveling Carnival." Guess that's a cover Fuller used to get new hires. Said they needed well-bodied men to help with transportation and all that. And, well, I took the ad and signed myself up. I guess whatever I was mad at was bad enough that I'd rather run off with a circus than stay with it.
SCP-XXXX: Sorry, I interrupted you. What, uh, were you gonna ask me?
Dr. Heiden: Right, yes. A while ago you mentioned something about an "Icky."
SCP-XXXX: Oh, um, yes. I guess I did mention her, didn't I… Do I really gotta talk about it? You guys already know what happened, and I really don't want to talk about it…
Dr. Heiden: We need it for the record, XXXX. None of us here will judge you for it, we understand why it happened.
SCP-XXXX: [Sigh.] Well, um, you guys know about the, uh, munity that happened with Icky and Manny?
[Dr. Heiden nods]
Dr. Heiden: Yes, Fuller was kicked out by Icky and Manny after he tried to force the circus to kill Manny, right?
SCP-XXXX: Um, yeah. They threw him through the Kaleidoscope and wiped their hands clean of him. I was there for it, with the rest of the Freaks and Clowns. I know that throwing Fuller out was for the better, everyone seemed happier with Icky taking the reins but… I just shouldn't shake the feeling that something was off. I'm pretty sure I was the only one who felt this way, but… I hate to admit it, but… I guess I almost saw Fuller as a father? I couldn't remember my actual father. The few things I remember from before the circus didn't have anything to do with my father, maybe I didn't even have one.
Fuller treated me just as poorly as he treated everyone else, making me pull off these elaborate stunts that almost always put me in the hospital or making me put others down, but I found myself looking up at him. Wanting to impress him.
I knew he was an awful person, I remember what he let Dicky do with the Clowns, but when everyone else was helping Icky to take down Fuller, I just felt… bad. I slinked off from them and hid in my trailer until it was all over. I think people noticed, but no one really said anything to me. Just gave me a wide berth and side eyes after that. Don't really blame them for it, to be completely honest.
One night, a couple of months after Fuller got the boot, I was at my trailer. I had just finished a show at the Big Top - Icky was trying something out at the time, having people in the Hall run the shows at the Big Top - and I was beyond tired. I was sitting on the steps of the trailer, drinking a glass of orange juice, when I heard some rustling from the bushes nearby. When I went to check what it was, I was surprised to see that it was… well, it was Fuller. He looked like he had been through a lot, but it was still him. I was shocked, I almost screamed before he tackled me, clamped my mouth shut, and led me into my trailer. He told me… he said…
Dr. Heiden: He said what, Abel?
SCP-XXXX: He asked me to kill Icky for him.
Dr. Heiden: And?
SCP-XXXX: Well, obviously, I said no. I didn't want to, but, I'm sure you know how Fuller can be. He kept insisting on it, pressing on and on. Saying I'd become his new right-hand man. I'd get a large cut from any profits the Circus made when he was back in charge.
