Interviewee: SCP-2956-2
Interviewer: Dr Froon, Site-77
Date: [DATE REDACTED]
<START LOG>
Dr Froon: Hello, SCP-2956-2. I'm Dr Karen Froon. I'll be your interviewer over the course of your stay here.
SCP-2956-2: Please, call me Peter.
Dr Froon: Of course. So, I just wanted to ask some basic questions. You've spoken to our other Doctor, so you know what's going on?
SCP-2956-2: Yes, I guess I do. I'm to do these puzzles to keep my mind off of Ivan.
Dr Froon: SCP-2956-1? What can you tell us about him?
SCP-2956-2: Well, I guess I'll start off by saying he was my younger brother. We only had each other to begin with, our mother was always out, busy. His life took a somewhat different turn. He rose up in the military after I had enlisted him, because he was too shy to do it himself. He really made our mother proud, and every other comrade, really. I didn't hear much from him until the event.
Dr Froon: And what can you tell us about this event?
SCP-2956-2: Okay, sure. He died, to put it simply, died in a fuel explosion, somewhere. They showed us his body, burnt and unrecognizable. They took it away, cut it up, repurposed parts of his body in a lab somewhere. Then they took his consciousness, removed it from his brain and placed it inside a computer. He told me about how his world was 2D, completely incomprehensible to the mind. He was… noticeably different, after that. It was quite obvious how removing his mind from his body had messed with him. (pause) Don't be surprised if I seem unfazed by all this, I've had years to allow it to toil away in my head.
Dr Froon: So they had trapped his consciousness inside of a computer? And then what?
SCP-2956-2: I don't know, I guess they put it into the submarine? Like I said to your other doctor, I have no idea what went on with that thing. They put me through some treatment, which is how I was able to communicate with him. I was unconscious for most of it, so I don't really know what happened. They just released me after a couple of weeks and I got back to my government job, and I've been able to communicate with him ever since. The doctors told me that they needed a familiar genetic partner to allow the procedure to work. Seeing as I was his only remaining family member, they took me from my home and recruited me for the job.
Dr Froon: What does he say, if anything? Do you communicate often?
SCP-2956-2: I very rarely communicate with him, something I still feel quite guilty about, but I can't. If I do, it'll open the floodgates, and he won't stop. He'll send me hallucinations, images, everything. It was hard to concentrate ever since I defected, because he's always been there. At first he begged me to give him full control, then his pleading stopped and he moved on to sending me hallucinations and mental images. He tells me, often, that he's in pain, and it hurts. I don't know if he's telling the truth or just trying to make me feel sympathetic.
Dr Froon: Can you elaborate on what he's been telling you? He said that he was in pain?
SCP-2956-2: He is the submarine after all. I don't know what they did to him, nor do I want to know. He thinks that, somehow, if he completes his mission, they'll be able to turn him back. I've told him, many times, that the GRU aren't as big as they once were, that they don't care about him, but he sees it as his only hope.
Dr Froon: And his mission, I assume, is to launch nuclear missiles? We've done analysis on the vessel, and have found evidence of warheads. When the USSR fell, he was to be used, correct?
SCP-2956-2: Exactly, and I'm the contingency. I act as a mental firewall, stopping him from launching nukes and attacking vessels. My job was to give him control when the time was right, all the way up to glasnost, although they were banking on me not defecting in '91. I know that if I gave him the keys, he'd do it. No doubt. He sees it as his only option, really.
Dr Froon: And that's why he's been sending you hallucinations?
SCP-2956-2: To get me to relent. He wants me to give up and give him the keys, but I haven't done it yet. Before I arrived here, Ivan was really going for it. I worked data entry jobs in the day, then came home and did word puzzles, all day, just to keep him at bay. I nearly slipped up a couple of time, nearly gave him the keys. I remember one time I got fired from work, and I was so close to giving Ivan full control. I still would have loved to have seen my boss's face melt in nuclear fire. God damn.
Dr Froon: How did you find us, anyway? You found our secure facility and drove your way through the gate with the intent of being captured.
SCP-2956-2: I saw a document of known Foundation locations during my time in Russia. That one stuck out to me because it was near the location that was in that Schwarzenegger film.
Dr Froon: We'll do some follow up on that, I'm sure. But lastly, I have one more question. Are there any leads, any documents, locations, anything to do with the GRU which may lead us to more information regarding your brother Ivan?
SCP-2956-2: None, I'm afraid. Our mother is dead, our dacha demolished, every record cleanly scrubbed. They gave me a new identity, but I still called myself Peter in private. You should consider yourself lucky that you could find anything on Ivan. The GRU attempted to completely remove his memory from existence. All they wanted was a fully autonomous submarine that would follow their orders. Completely dehumanizing him is was their method of control.
Dr Froon: Thank you for your time, Peter. There will be more interviews soon, but for now just complete as many puzzles as possible.
<END LOG>
Interview Log 16
<START LOG>
Dr Froon: Peter, how are you feeling?
SCP-2956-2: I've been better, I'll be honest.
Dr Froon: What's wrong?
SCP-2956-2: Ivan's hitting me hard this time. I think I need less time to sleep.
Dr Froon: That's not possible. Doctors on site have agreed that you're already undergoing sleep deprivation. We're trying to keep you safe as well as keeping you locked up.
SCP-2956-2: I think Ivan is planning something. He keeps trying to grab the controls whilst I'm asleep. I've become quite adapted to waking up in time but it's starting to get mentally taxing. It's getting harder to concentrate. Why are you here?
Dr Froon: I wanted to see what SC- Ivan, had been sending you. Mentally, I mean.
SCP-2956-2: Well, right now he's been repeating the same things, a mixture of Russian marching songs and quotes by Karl Marx.
Dr Froon: Are those coming from him? Is he speaking directly into your ear?
SCP-2956-2: No. Somehow he's been able to directly send footage to me, although it's quite blurry. Yesterday he sent me a 3 hour documentary about the Russian revolution to me, on repeat. I don't know if he's got it aboard his sub or if he just has good memory.
Dr Froon: Is that why you became unresponsive yesterday?
SCP-2956-2: Yes, sensory overload. I think his new tactic is more attrition than anything else. He's trying to (inaudible)
Dr Froon: You're sweating. Is Ivan sending you something?
SCP-2956-2: I don't know, but it's a very vivid hallucination. There's someone in the corner of the room, I think it's meant to be Ivan, when he was young. It's quite fuzzy around the edges. He's throwing a ball against the wall of the room. I think it's his favorite ball, when he was ten. When he does something like that, it gets hard to hate him. It reminds me of better times, Doctor.
SCP-2956-2 throws a ball of paper towards the corner of the containment chamber, tracks an invisible object across the room.
SCP-2956-2: He just walked through the wall. Ivan did this yesterday whilst I was trying to sleep. Some faceless commissar appeared by the side of my bed and started lecturing me about communism and society and everything, then went on a tangent about the woods near our old house. I want you to understand how hard it is to concentrate on anything whilst a man is screaming in my face asking if I'm "hiding the Tsar under my floorboards". This room doesn't even have floorboards.
Dr Froon: Your sleep cycle is worsening. You're eating less. You're being increasingly unresponsive to guard's orders. How long can you last like this?
SCP-2956-2: Right now, I'm not sure. It's never been this bad. He seems to suspect that you're going to try and kill him. Your friends in the boats, I mean.
Dr Froon: Whilst you were asleep, SCP-2956 attempted to ram one of our vessels. You appeared to have awoken at the same moment, quite suddenly.
SCP-2956-2: I know. I felt him overwhelm me, kind of, whilst I was asleep. I woke up when I felt myself slipping. Waging psychological warfare against Ivan to keep him off the controls is tiring. It's something I've had to deal with for the past 25 or so years.
Dr Froon: That submarine is a danger, that's for sure, and you're currently the only thing keeping him at bay. Can you somehow speak with him and convince him to surface, or enter an inlet or somewhere where we can trap him?
SCP-2956-2: Why? So you can contain him? You're no better than the others, are you? I've always tried to ignore him, but I can't anymore. Ivan doesn't deserve to be treated like an object. He doesn't deserve to get locked up in a pen and tested on. You'll lie to him, just like the GRU lied to him about bringing him back and "fixing" him. (pauses) I'm not able to anyway, he has severed my line of communication. I can't speak with him.
Dr Froon: Right. Well, I think the researchers here are quite keen to find out how someone traps a ghost inside a submarine, or how to even trap a conscious mind from a deceased individual.
SCP-2956-2: If you're asking again, no. There is no evidence remaining regarding the technology used to reanimate his consciousness and trap it inside a computer. They were sent through █████ when the USSR fell.
Dr Froon: So you know nothing about the process involving the creation of SCP-2956-1 in its current state?
SCP-2956-2: No, and nor do I wish to. The entire process was kept a secret from me. I'm even sure that Ivan didn't know what was going on. The few times I've asked him, he hasn't really explained his situation in great detail. He's not the best conversationalist. (pauses) Can you make a promise for me, Doctor?
Dr Froon: What is it?
SCP-2956-2: When you do attempt to destroy the submarine, which I know you'll try, make sure you kill Ivan as well. Don't leave anything behind, completely destroy it and leave nothing behind. The last thing I want is for him to be conscious down there. Even if the first thing he tries to kill with a missile is me. He's my brother and, in a way, I want what's best for him.
SCP-2956 places his head in his hands.
SCP-2956-2: Wow. I can't believe I just said that. It reminds me of the time before Ivan died, when I actually appreciated him. You got siblings, Doctor?
Dr Froon: I have a younger brother.
SCP-2956-2: From one sibling to another, Doctor, could you do that for me? Make sure he doesn't feel much pain?
Dr Froon: I'll see what I can do, but for now, here's another puzzle. We've ran out of new puzzles, so you'll have to make do for the time being. I'm not sure if you've done this one before.
SCP-2956-2 points towards the eastern wall.
SCP-2956-2: No point, looks like little Ivan's come back and started playing again. I don't want to think about him, not like a child. It makes me tear up. Can I have some more time in a reduction chamber? Just for a little while?
<END LOG>
Two days after the second recorded interview, SCP-2956-2 collapsed in his cell. The emergency response team on site was summoned to find SCP-2956-2 had undergone a sudden and dangerous seizure, leading to immediate heart failure.
At the same moment, an RSM Bulava SLBM (disguised as a US ████████ missile for reasons that are currently unknown) was launched from SCP-2956 and broke the surface. The team on the SCPF Faithfull were taken by surprise, as the launch had happened 2 minutes before Site-77 had alerted them regarding SCP-2956's sudden cardiac arrest. The missile climbed into the sky, before orienting itself north-east, heading directly toward the French mainland. The missile altered its course by 3 degrees, changing its trajectory in an attempt to target the city of Paris.
Seven minutes into the missile's flight, SCP-2956-2 was revived, and after three minutes regained full consciousness. At this point, the missile's propulsion system failed, causing the missile to lose momentum and fall back to earth, impacting the Bay of Biscay four minutes later without detonation. Recovery efforts were unsuccessful, and all system acknowledgments by early warning systems in Western Europe were covered up by embedded agents.
The event has been catalogued as Incident 2956-09. Further measures have been put in place to allow for a secure constant connection between SCPF Faithfull and Site-77.
Interview Log 17
<START LOG>
Dr Froon: You gave us quite a scare there, you know. What happened?
SCP-2956-2: Well, I'm not quite sure. Ivan's been hitting harder. He keeps repeating the same mental messages and strange images.
Dr Froon: Which are?
SCP-2956-2: Some strange bearded man talking in a lecture. I can't hear him because his voice is all distant. Sometimes it's backwards. Then it cuts to the same man waving the hammer and sickle over the Reichstag, then to him in a field. The field scene is… strange.
Dr Froon: Can you describe it?
SCP-2956-2: Yeah, sure. It's just that he has never done something like this. Not this heavy.
Dr Froon: Just describe it the best you can.
SCP-2956-2: Well, he's standing at the bottom of a big pile of wood. There's always six people, strung up on crosses. It changes each time. One time it was the Romanovs, another time it was some faceless businessmen. Then it was me. Me. I saw myself up there, crying and pissing myself. This repeats itself, every time. God, I can feel it in the back of my head. He keeps doing it. The image is coming back. Fuzzy fucking image is back.
Dr Froon: Just try to keep calm. Is this what made you collapse?
SCP-2956-2: No no. This was different. It was on the television, t-the one in the cell. Doctor, listen-
Dr Froon: Yes, we noticed that you had destroyed it and thrown it into the corner before passing out. We didn't notice any deviations in the film being played. We only noticed you becoming increasingly more distressed.
SCP-2956-2: Yeah, well the film changed for me. One minute I was watching a film then the next minute it was completely different. I don't know if it came from Ivan or my own head.
Dr Froon: Just describe what you saw.
SCP-2956-2: Okay. It was some grainy, VHS type footage, like the type filmed on an old handheld camera. It was me and Ivan, as children, playing in the garden when our mother calls out to us, telling us dinner is ready. I remember the scene exactly, when I was seven.
Dr Froon: And this footage, you remember it being shot? Was it done by a relative or-
SCP-2956-2: No no. It was only my mother, brother and me. We lived in our dacha in the middle of nowhere. The footage was shot from a distance, by someone else. From the treeline. Whoever did it, we didn't see them, or I don't remember seeing them. I don't even know if it happened, or if it's all just in my head. Fuck, I can't do this Doctor.
Dr Froon: No. You slipped up today. Ivan fired a missile and nearly killed thousands of people. We need to know what happened, so carry on.
SCP-2956-2: Okay. (breaths deeply) So, the footage cuts to me and Ivan walking down the road, near our house, going to school. P-please Doctor, I can't.
Dr Froon: Peter, you've been treated much better than the other things held at this facility. Don't let that change. Carry on.
SCP-2956-2: Okay, okay. (Breaths deeply) The camera is following us, bobbing up and down as if someone is holding it. Ivan keeps looking back towards the camera, as if he was aware of this guy following us.
Dr Froon: How do you know it was a man?
SCP-2956-2: And then it cuts to our classroom. All the children are there. The man's filming us from the back of the classroom, in the corner. No one is paying any attention to the man, except for me and Ivan. The camera started shaking as if he was breathing heavily. Me and Ivan were sitting next to each other, doing school work, whatever. Me and Ivan keep looking at him, looking more and more worried. I don't remember this at all, by the way. This had to be in my mind. Then all the children, except me and Ivan, started chanting: "Show me your conning tower, something propellers and big beautiful silos". Again and again.
Dr Froon: Was that everything? Is that what-
SCP-2956-2: And then a submarine crashes through the wall. Big metal beast, plows through everyone, killing everyone. The teachers, all the children, me and Ivan, bloodied and dead on the floor. Then the camera pans up, and shows the man holding the camera. He's smiling, almost laughing. Has worms in his mouth for some reason, hundreds upon hundreds of wiggling worms falling out of his mouth. I could hear him laughing. It was a strange laugh, not a "haha that's funny" laugh, but a laugh of pure pleasure and ecstasy. Then I blacked out.
Dr Froon writes down notes
SCP-2956-2: I don't know what happened. It was otherworldly. The man just seemed wrong, in every way. The worms, the contours of his face. I had to get rid of him. Even after I broke that television, the image still stayed in my head. Then I imagined a room, with the worm-man phasing back and forth through the wall, moaning like each passage through the wall was giving him an orgasm.
Dr Froon: So you blacked out after seeing the man with the worms in his mouth. Did you feel any other sensations? Any communication from Ivan?
SCP-2956-2: I felt myself slip away, and felt him take the keys. Then I woke up.
Dr Froon: Your heart stopped beating as well. You were considered medically dead. Ivan fired a missile almost instantly. What happened when you awoke?
SCP-2956-2: I grabbed the controls. I took the keys from Ivan and stopped him from controlling the missile. I knew exactly where it was going and what he was going to do next. The missile was a diversion, so that he could slip away and unleash hell on America, just to get his job done.
Dr Froon writes down notes in silence for approximately 12 seconds.
SCP-2956-2: Doctor, there's something else I need to tell you.
Dr Froon: What's that?
SCP-2956-2: I didn't know whether it was important or not, or just a stupid thing sent from Ivan. I'm beginning to understand that this might be important.
Dr Froon: What is it?
SCP-2956-2: I keep having this recurring dream, and it's not good. I know it's not from Ivan, it's from my own conscious. It's a jumble of images, flattened reality against some television-like static. It starts to take shape into an image I can see. The main thing I remember is this room, with a pedestal in the middle. There's pictures of submarines, dials, cogs, clockwork covering the walls. Some cars and other machinery as well. There's other people in the room, but I can't quite see there faces. The pedestal is, weird… like there should be something there but there isn't. I think I'm starting to remember what they did to me when I was unconscious, when they operated on me. They put something inside of me. I don't know. Fuck, I'm just rambling.
Dr Froon: Okay. That's okay, we can get it written up. Do you need to spend some time inside a reduction chamber?
SCP-2956-2: And I remember something else, as well. Each person was standing under their painting. A man under a car, a man under a building with fire coming out of it. My brother was there, standing under a painting of a submarine. Fuck, it's coming back clearly. I was standing at the center. Right next to that pedestal and a crib. Why was there a crib there?
Dr Froon: This is probably just a psychotic episode taking place. We can-
SCP-2956-2: But do you know what was the worst about it? The crib was empty, when it shouldn't of been, just like the pedestal. That fucking pedestal. I think we can find this room, Doctor. It's not just in my head because I've seen it. With my own eyes. They took me there!
Dr Froon: Peter, I'm going to be filing a medical report, based on what you're saying. We might be able to do something about Ivan, and stop this from happening.
SCP-2956-2: There was a gynecologist room right next to my operation theater, where they worked on me. Officials, politburo, everyone moving in and out, taking paperwork. documents with pictures of Ivan in them. Pictures of a submarine. The room seemed too important to be missed. Oh god. Oh god no Doctor-
Dr Froom: Peter, you're sweating. You're hunched over and look like you're about to vomit. If you take some medication, and spend some time in the reduction chamber, you might feel better. What do you think?
SCP-2956-2 stares at the floor.
Dr Froon: Peter?
SCP-2956-2: Doctor, are you pregnant?
Note - Dr Froon was 2 months pregnant at the time of this interview, which was not apparent to an average observer.
Dr Froon: (Glances towards the observation window) Why would you think that, Peter?
SCP-2956-2 remains unresponsive.
<END LOG>
DEPARTMENT OF TELEPATHY AND PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMUNICATION
SCP-2956 - COUNCIL EYES ONLY
MESSAGE SENT TO SITE COMMAND
Interim Director Chaim Hughes
Message received by Site Administration on [REDACTED]
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Re: SCP-2956-2
We also have reason to believe that these hallucinations may not be entirely native to the consciousness of SCP-2956-2, but instead may be incorporeal in nature, possibly in the form of Class 8 projections or coming directly from SCP-2956-1. Today SCP-2956-2 reported seeing upwards of sixty (60) different humanoids inside the cuboid containment chamber, identified (by SCP-2956-2) as multiple members of the Red Army Choir, all of which were reported to have played a variety of songs for upwards of 5 hours. Guards on site reported hearing faint orchestral music emanating from the containment chamber, and a quick medical analysis concluded that SCP-2956-2 had experienced ear drum damage in both ears as well as multiple lacerations on the lower abdomen and abrasions to the neck. SCP-2956-2 claimed that the humanoids in the hallucination stopped mid song and began to attack him in a variety of ways including, but not limited to: stabbings with flutes, bludegonings with brass instruments and attempts to strangle SCP-2956-2 with violin strings, followed shortly by engaging [REDACTED] as a group. CCTV from the chamber showed SCP-2956-2 physically recoiling during the event, although no humanoids were witnessed on camera.
Shortly afterwards, a series of Cyrillic written sentences, written in charcoal, manifested without warning on the eastern wall, reading the following:
IF YOUR (sic) LOCKED UP
AND I'M A SUBMARINE
WE'EL (sic) ALWAYS HAVE EACH OTHER
DON'T TRUST THEM
I DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT YOU
After this, SCP-2956-2 broke down crying, and has since failed to respond to all external stimuli, but is still conscious. We give him a couple of days, at most, before he collapses from exhaustion. I implore you to alert Faithfull and O5 command immediately.
Dr Karen Froon, Department of Telepathy and Psychological Communication, Site-77
