Entry 1:
Ever since I got back, the scientists have recommended that I start a journal, saying it might help with my mental state. Anyway, I think they just want to spy on me, so I made sure that this doc will only be available when my mask turns off for the last time, sad I know but the only way I can have true privacy.
Entry 2:
I keep having visions of the targets I took out, I can't get it out of my head, it's like they are still here, haunting me. The scientists keep pushing me to tell them what I did but I can't. It can't be true, that wasn't me.
Entry 3:
I broke, the scientists know everything now, from my name as an assassin to the targets I took out. They said that it was a "Non-cognitive event" or in other words, I was completely heartless. I keep seeing them when I go to sleep, every time their eyes pleading with me, only for a .45 bullet to meet their pleas. The only way I can sleep is by the scientists remotely turning off my mask.
Entry 4:
The scientists are recommending I have psych sessions with the on-site counselor, but I won't budge on that. Luckily I have found a way to hopefully redeem myself, I will work for the Foundation, save innocent lives, and take evil others.
Entry 5:
My first mission was today, they finally let me go on one. My goal was to take down some dude named "The Legionnaire", apparently he worked as a mercenary for the Chaos Insurgency. I think he was using anomalies because he was about 500 pounds and hyped up on some sort of enhancement fluid. The only way to put him down was to take his whole head off.
Entry 6:
The second mission coming up, the scientists are saying this is more of a research mission. They want me to go into this strange dimension, they said that it doesn't have any known habitats yet but it may in the future, and they want me to scope it out.
Entry 7:
Day 1:
Well, I stepped through the portal into this forest-like area, almost as if it was Vietnam or something. The first note was a decent amount of wildlife like insects and other small creatures. No signs of anything intelligent, I am hoping it stays that way, I don't feel like talking to whatever would inhabit this place. Also, the science nerds found a way to teleport a temporary shelter using a larger version of the portal that got me here, neat.
Entry 8:
Day 10:
Jesus Christ.
I found civilization, that's for sure. Giant almost Mayan-like structures. Huge dragon creatures, some measuring up to 30 feet tall according to my mask. Will not be talking to them, however, not until the higher-ups say it is OK.
Entry 9:
Day 15:
Well, they told me too.
According to my orders, I was to march up to their leader and "display my strength". I decided that was retarded, and instead asked one of the adults that were hanging around the edge of the city where the leaders met. I was surprised when they did not immediately attack me, instead just appearing shocked and accompanying me to the main palace where the "Guardians'' met. It took me a bit to figure out their culture but they were surprisingly hospitable, offering me a room while we figured out how things were going to be. I worked out how our relationship was going to be, we stayed out of their business, and they stayed out of ours. I also helped them set up an emergency button, that way in case they get some attention from some GOIs then they can call us for help. For some reason, they wanted to keep it secret from the main population, but we kept it secret, so I am sure they were completely trustworthy.
Entry 10:
Day 20:
I have arrived back at the Foundation. The higher-ups said it was a complete mission. Strangely, the dragon's back there looked nervous. I think they were suspicious of me, almost as if they thought I was cursed. Maybe I overplayed the strength of the Foundation. Also, I saw something about the "Chronicler". They said something about how he knows everything and tells the future or something. What matters is that my arrival was not foretold beforehand. They pulled me out real quick after that. Anyway, back to the slow days back here again.
Entry 11:
The visions don't go away. I can remember every single detail. Nothing is left out. The scientists keep saying that I must go through counseling but I have already tried that, for years. Nothing worked. I can't get one particular one out of my head. I see through the eyes of whatever I was back then, not even emotionless as an assassin, but further back to the point where beyond visions I can't remember any of it. It must have been during my breakout because I remember feeling invincible. I break into a room, there is something that I can only describe as a child, something of the sort that posed no threat, I remember preparing to kill it, for whatever reason unorthodox. But then a sharp pain in my back forces me to refocus my rage on something else. The main detail I remember is the thing's eyes. The eyes you only see when a repressed memory is in the making, the eyes you see when something is being traumatized for life. Eyes filled with true fear.
Entry 12:
The visions have a cure, somewhat. I found a bottle of something clear. It was in a very fancy bottle, with engravings and the such. It said, "Grey Goose". I drank it, and I did not have a vision for the next 32 hours! It made me stop feeling emotion, dull. Strangely, I can hardly remember what I did the next few hours after I drank the bottle. I do know that the scientists were being gotten onto by the higher-ups, saying that having that in their presence was leading me down a dark path. I don't care how dark the path is, it makes the visions stop so I will walk that path until it ends.
Entry 13:
They got me on a new case. This time I am working with the S.H.I.P. supposed to meet the General today, apparently he runs the thing, some multi-billionaire. They said I might be able to bond with him since he went through some rough stuff too.
Entry 14:
I met with the General. He is a good guy, we talked for about 2 hours, then we got to work on the mission. They want me to go undercover and investigate the lawfulness of their first IDS. (Interdimensional Settlement) They said they want me to go investigate drug trafficking and murder rates. Anyway, the General gave me some advice, talked about it, and was open to suggestions and solutions. He is about 5 or so years older than me so maybe he knows what he is talking about.
Entry 15:
Well, it looks like their little plan went somewhat accordingly. I ran into a drug trafficking operation, I was not surprised by the fact that this was a thing. I was surprised at the species of "citizen" that was there. There were strange amplaformortic reptilians. Anyway, they are locked up in the detention center. It was pretty easy, seeing as how they did not have any firearms or real weapons besides makeshift knives.
Entry 16:
New Case, that's for [REDACTED] sure.
S.H.I.P. got reports of Chaos insurgents making contact with someone from the outside, who goes by the name "The Piper" apparently this dude is anomalous. He uses some sort of anomalous instrument, hence his name. He was first spotted in a neighborhood somewhere in Oklahoma. He used his pipe to force people into a trance where they would do anything he said, at least I think. Anyway, I and the General are working on this together. Investigations start tomorrow.
Entry 17:
We looked into some aliases that go by "The Piper". The first one we found was some guy who worked in one of the more successful IDS. He was a seemingly normal human but became famous for playing the flute. However, since nobody knows what a flute is they just called him "The Piper". Too bad we mixed him up with an Ex-Chaos Insurgency SCP known as the piper. He was very scared and confused when we raided his condo with 15 MTF agents wearing protective gear. After that, we followed the Chaos Insurgency trail to some suburban towns. Well, be going after him tomorrow.
Entry 18:
We should have gone in sooner.
We were too late. We found out what that sick [REDACTED] was doing. We were preparing the MTFs to attack the house we thought he was in when we saw him with 5 cultist-looking people. The cultists were holding old firearms. One even had a BAR. Others were carrying either PPSHs or Kar98ks. That doesn't matter, what does is that when he started playing with his pipe, apparently all of the children were lured out of their house and to the front of their lawn. When we saw what was going on we immediately ran out, but the cultists turned out to be waiting for us. They opened fire, and the pipe continued playing. The children marched up to a river that was about half a mile down from the neighborhood. When we finally finished fighting the cultists, of which there were about 50. They found us there before we found them. The Piper used his pipe to force the children to jump into the river, without knowing how to swim. Then, he turned on me, and said, "Kill me now, you still can't save them. Phantom". Rage boiled inside of me, I lunged toward the Piper and shoved a blade through his gut. As he was bleeding out, I ran to save the children, but all I saw were bubbles, I was too late. All I can hear now is him laughing, saying, "You have failed" and "If you didn't interfere, maybe they would have lived, tyrant". The scientists have pulled me from active duty since then, saying that it is devastating to my mental health.
Entry 19:
These scientists are cooks.
They keep trying to get me to follow a schedule in which I go to counseling. Luckily they could not make me and all the security guards said that I was an agent, and therefore it was my choice. Also thanks to my agent status I managed to score more vodka, or alcohol according to the scientists. They said that I should not drink in the quantities that I do but it still is better than the visions.
From this point on, the Phantom used his mask to record diary entries, he ditched the typing way of it because he decided it was pointless and too easy to track. However, the SCP foundation found more transcripts.
Entry 20:
"Huh, interesting, seems like I forgot about this."
"Must have been the incident with the Serpent's hand."
"The scientists said that they tried to erase my mask memory chip, but it did not work".
"Anyway, I guess I should update the scientists reading this on what point in time this is."
"This is the point in time where you retards thought you could stop me from smuggling vodka and other drinks into the facility."
*Gulp* "In fact, I am drinking right now, and the guard outside is completely unaware".
"Anyway, since this is a place to record my thoughts, I think it's weird that barely anyone has seen me eat or drink like I have killed many people working for this foundation, but there is still a guard stationed outside. Like I couldn't kill him 10 ways to Sunday"
"Anytime I ate around someone else that wasn't the General I used a human disguise. The General seemed fine with it. He is the only true friend I have besides Johnson, and he is deployed out on some site that they wouldn't tell me. I still think that I should be treated better like they sent me out to stop Chaos Insurgency from assassinating the prime minister, but I can't play music past 8 pm. I also am not allowed to visit the S.H.I.P. without express permission from the 05s. I also am not allowed to talk about the 05 councils whenever I can to those with clearance because there might be spies or something. They also seem to be monitoring my actions while out of my cell, they can't have cameras in here for obvious reasons, but still."
Entry 21:
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Alright, well it turns out that the General got back at the SCP foundation when he learned of my treatment, apparently saying that I was an agent at this point and should be treated as such. Also, he said that they should think about the alternative as if he wanted he could technically pay to contain me himself. Strange threat to the people who specialize in that stuff but it worked. Now I don't need to ask to leave the site, huge bonus. Also, they pay for my out-of-site expenses now. The General and I have been talking more often, and it is helping me deal with my "mental issues" as the scientists say. Anyway, I decided to type this because I had some extra time on my hands, quite a lot of it in recent weeks.
Entry 22:
"[REDACTED] it."
"The S.H.I.P. found that dimension from a while back, apparently they were more welcoming and [REDACTED], so now the dragons think they are good and we are bad. The chances of them pressing that emergency button are now zero, but that's fine since the S.H.I.P. can take care of it. Plus they don't house 3-meter-tall skinny white extreme introverts who murder anyone who sees their face"
"Heh, any living thing, I saw that ugly mug of his, didn't even go after me, coward"
"Scientists said that I am technically not living, due to 096's(Oh no, I said an SCP, sue me [REDACTED]s.) unwillingness to attack me, also since I don't show up on most thermal scans.
Entry 23:
Earlier in my life, I saw two scientists kissing. I was young back then, a 9 year old with a 6'5 250 pound body, at least knowledge-wise. I asked one of the scientists why they were doing it. When they replied it's because they love each other, I asked what is love. The scientist hesitated, wondering if he should give me the truth or the scientific answer. He chose the scientific answer. He told me that love was when two organisms of the same species felt attracted to one another and wanted to reproduce. He stopped there, luckily I was able to keep that form of innocence for a few more years. Anyway, about a decade later when I asked the same scientist what was love, he responded that in humans it was the desire to spend the rest of their life with another person. I asked if that could occur to me. He sighed, saying, "I never wanted to say this, Phantom. But I have some bad news in that part". When he continued, what he said would change the viewpoint of my life, for the worse. He said, "Sadly, according to the scans and tests we have done, you can reproduce the correct organs and appendages. When I replied, " I thought Albert Einstien was a genius." He continued, "However, it appears that your brain, due to the way you were made, lack the ability to feel love.". I asked him if that meant that I did not have anybody out there like me, he responded, "Phantom, I believe that you are a greatly minded individual, and you can provide for the world in many ways". When I said that I wanted a straight answer, he sighed and said, "No, there is not another one of your species, nor will there ever be." I nearly broke into tears right there, but luckily I have evolved pass crying period, let alone in front of others."