Henry's Journal

by Prince Moon

"If anyone finds this, I want my view to be known. I'm Henry, well, SCP-8000, and I'm stuck here. I try and try to get out, but I never succeed. Maybe after I tell you my story, will I manage this goal. All I wanted was to go back to my home, my family, my friends."

4. Entry 4

As I sat in my cell, surrounded by the cold and sterile walls of my containment, my thoughts kept drifting back to my previous life in New York City. How different everything had been before I had become an SCP.

Determined to find a way back to my old life, I decided to reach out to the SCPs I had befriended- SCP-999, SCP-073, and SCP-914. Perhaps they could help me in some way, or at least give me some guidance. I requested to have them visit me in my cell, and after some discussion with the Doctor, my request was granted.

The thought of interacting with the SCPs outside of the controlled lunch setting was both exciting and terrifying, but I had to take my chances. As I waited for them, I ran through the questions in my head, wondering how to approach the topic of escaping from the Foundation's grasp. It seemed like an impossible task, but then again, so was becoming an SCP.

When the SCPs arrived, we exchanged pleasantries, and I made small talk, trying to ease into the conversation. I started by asking questions about their experiences in containment, trying to gauge their understanding of the situation.

As expected, SCP-073 was quiet and reserved, responding only in cryptic phrases and riddles. SCP-999, on the other hand, was bubbly, eager to help in any way it could. SCP-914 was its usual enigmatic self, providing me with strange and bewildering advice that I could not quite decipher.

But as I talked to them, I realized that despite their differences, each SCP had its strengths and weaknesses, and they all had unique perspectives on the situation. As our conversation drew to a close, I found myself feeling more optimistic than before. Though the prospect of escaping was still daunting, I had gained a new sense of hope.

The SCPs had given me something invaluable- their support and understanding, even in the face of the impossible. As they said their goodbyes and left, I felt a newfound sense of determination. If I ever had to escape, I would remember the words of SCP-914 and SCP-073- the road may be long and twisting, but nothing is truly impossible.