Chapter 1- April, 2008

April 18, 2008

Well, happy birthday to me. This has got to be one of the nicest journals I've gotten yet. I just love it, from the silver tipped pages to the white silk place mark. It's beautiful. One of my favorite gifts from Dr. O'Reilly.

I just can't believe I'm 21 today! Has it really been that long? Time really does seem to fly, doesn't it? And here I've been for eight years, locked away from the world, yet not really closed off. Hidden, but still aware of the world outside. For eight and a half years, this Foundation has been my whole world.

I suppose I should be upset, maybe demand my freedom. But truth be told, I don't feel like a prisoner most of the time. I understand that I'm different. That I'm…Anomalous, as most people here would put it.

Unlike some, I don't view my ability as a curse, though then again I probably should. Life is supposed to be challenging when you can't touch anything with your bare hands. In some ways, it is, but after so long, you just get adjusted to it, look on the brighter side I think. At least I have hands to touch with.

Yes, I do try to see the good in life. And yes, they can be hard to find, but it's still worth looking for. Even holed up in this research site, there's still some happiness to be had. Maybe it is a prison, but it's better than where I was before.

My name is Cadence Revan, but I'm called SCP 2991. According to researchers, I'm a Euclid class, a step above safe. An SCP is a creature, person, or item of Anomalous Effect. SCP stands for Secure. Contain. Protect. Or Special Containment Procedures. I've called this strange government foundation (That's supposed to be super secret by the way), my home for nearly nine years. I have few friends, and the few I do have call me Caddy.

So, what is it that makes me so dangerous? Well, I crystallize everything I touch with my bare hands. Thankfully, it's just my hands, otherwise I'd be a humanized version of SCP 409 (Contagious Crystal, Keter class if my memory serves). When I was younger, they used to call me the crystal princess. According to rumor, some people still dare to do so.

Now, rules of the journal. Well, I guess you could call them rules. I won't be writing every day. Maybe once a week. Mostly because finding new things to write about here every day can be especially tedious. Next rule, I can write anything in this. It is technically a private journal, so no researcher will be getting their grubby hands on it. I mean, if they wanted to, I would let them read it, I wouldn't stop them. As it is now I don't really have anything to hide. But who knows what the future will bring between now and then?

Yours,
Caddy

April 25, 2008

Finally got to go to the library! At least I'm allowed a little extra alone time there. But even then, I'm supposed to be supervised, just to make sure I don't take my gloves off. Please, like I would. Anyway, I'm allowed weekly, two hour visits to the library to get any books I may want. One would think I've read every book here, but surprisingly no, I haven't. Though it is a life goal!

So yes, I do love to read. A lot. I think if I lived in a world without books, I'd probably kill myself. Books and music are my life here. I love books of all kinds. Fantasy, romance, some horror and suspense. I love some philosophical texts, like the works of Machiavelli and Voltaire. But if I'm in a less novel sort of mood, I'll read poetry and plays. In those cases, E.E Cummings, Robert Frost, and William Shakespeare are my guys. For suspense and thrills, I turn to the works of masters like Stephen King and Dean Koontz.

Tonight, I have a date with Dean Koontz and his Frankenstein…sequels, I guess you could call them? I would call them modernizations, but that doesn't seem to fit either. Hm…if I can think of a better word, you'll be the first to know.

Had another session with Dr. O'Reilly earlier this week. Though I'm not sure whether to call them sessions or not anymore. It's usually idle chat nowadays. I suppose I could call him a friend at this point, but an SCP calling a doctor a friend, even in private, can be dangerous.

He isn't like other doctors though. He actually seems to genuinely care about his subjects. He even gives some of them nicknames. Now that is usually strictly forbidden, but I guess he feels it's a useless protocol. I'm not sure how I feel about it personally. I don't really get to speak to too many SCPs. Most of us aren't really big talkers. Heck, a lot of us actually are objects and can't speak. Dr. O'Reilly I guess is trying to fix that for some of the more sentient SCPs, like 173 (The Sculpture, Euclid class like me). Yeah, Dr. O'Reilly calls him Jim.

And yes, just because I don't usually talk to other SCPs doesn't mean I don't know anything about them. I know numbers, classes, and nicknames. Or maybe it'd be codenames…I'm not sure exactly. But yes, I do know some things about them, just not as much as I'd like to know. Hopefully as time goes along, I'll learn more.

Yours,
Caddy