The following audio and video log was gathered by subject D-13321, who was charged with investigating SCP-2933-1.
D-13321: Alright. Can you hear me?
Command: Yes we can. Please proceed into the open entryway.
D-13321: Smells like oil. This isn't safe, is it?
Command: Please proceed into the entryway.
D-13321: Fine.
D-13321 enters SCP-2933-1 through the primary access point, previously opened by Foundation staff engineers on-site.
D-13321: Hardly see for shit in here. It's dark.
Command: There's a light on your pack if you need it.
D-13321: Ok. Yeah, I see it now. Walls are metal, floors are grated, also metal. Can you see this?
Command: We can. Can you hear anything?
D-13321: Yeah, really faint though. I'm not sure, hard to pin.
Command: D-13321, you don't sound well. Are you alright?
D-13321: You don't feel it?
Command: Feel what?
D-13321: There's something bad in here. Can't put a finger on it, but it's there. This sense of foreboding, like it's built into the walls of this place.
Command: You haven't expressed any issues on previous assignme—
D-13321: Because on other assignments I always felt like I could get myself out of a bad situation. Something is different about this.
Command: Acknowledged, please proceed.
D-13321 proceeds down the primary corridor. Communications are hindered by the structure of SCP-2933-1, but D-13321 exhibits no signs of distress.
D-13321: So that thing I said I heard earlier? I think it's metal on metal, like some kind of grinding or scraping.
Command: Can you be more specific?
D-13321: Really hard to tell, the echo in here is really bad. It's a continuous sound though, right? Maybe it's just in my head, I don't know.
Command: I see. D-13321, our communications are breaking down, I need you to return to the surface as soon as possible.
D-13321: Been trying to for a while. Don't think there's a way out of here. Hallways I've walked down start to lead to dead ends. No stairways that go up. Only way to go is down. Skin is starting to fall apart, too. It's all rusty, metallic, flakes off when you touch it.
Command: Are you alright?
D-13321: Yep. Been doing this for a while, boss. Got lucky long enough to make it this far, figured it would roll around to me eventually. I'll keep the comms and camera online.
Command: Thank you. I'm sorry.
D-13321: Not your fault, just is what it is. Just tell [EXTRANEOUS CONVERSATION EXPUNGED]
D-13321 continues to descend. Monitors report rising temperatures as well as high levels of gaseous pollutants in the air. After another hour, D-13321 stops to catch their breath. Command is no longer able to communicate with D-13321, but continues to receive audio from them.
D-13321: Goddamn it's hot. I can hear grinding, too, somewhere below me. Metal on metal. That sound is getting louder, too, what I said earlier. My skin's gone to shit, too. Rust flakes everywhere, burns really badly. Starting to get on my face.
D-13321: I don't think it's metal on metal anymore. There's something else in there too. Doesn't sound right.
D-13321: Long passageway, now. This room is huge. Can barely hear, though, it's so loud. That same goddamn sound.
D-13321: Oh god.
Sound of shuffling.
D-13321: It's a person.
Another voice is picked up on D-13321's microphone. The voice is audible, but noticeably distorted and metallic.
SCP-2933-A: H-hello there! I— (SCP-2933-A screams) —sorry for all the, uh, commotion.
D-13321: Who are you?
SCP-2933-A: Me? My name is Mr. Smiles— (SCP-2933-A groans, and a loud metallic sound is picked up) —I apologize, it's j-just that everything hurts… so much, you know? Yes, Mr. Smiles. Right here, on, on my leg, see?
D-13321: That says— (D-13321 coughs) —that says "Property of The Fact-"
SCP-2933-A: Ah, h-hang on.
SCP-2933-A scratches at rust on its leg. Camera briefly captures the words "Mr. Scary, Property of The Factory" printed into the rust before SCP-2933-A exposes the skin underneath it.
SCP-2933-A: There we, uh, we go! T-that's much better. Yep, Mr. Smiles, that's me!
Camera captures the words "Mr. Smiles, from Little Misters ® by Dr. Wondertainment" tattooed on SCP-2933-A's leg.
D-13321: What are you doing down here? What is this place?
SCP-2933-A: My father built this for me. He t-told me, I— (SCP-2933-A screams again, and a deep metallic groaning is picked up) —sorry, he told me that it… would keep me safe. Or keep people safe from me? I can't really… remember now, everything j-just hurts. But it's ok!
D-13321: What?
SCP-2933-A: My father told me, he, uh, oh god, I'm sorry, I— (Screeching metallic tearing sound) —I, that he would come b-back for me once he was finished. He needed me for something and I wanted to… to be the best son I could be, r-right?
D-13321: Hang on, hang on, what do you mean he needed you for something? Needed you for what?
SCP-2933-A: (Groans) Yes, see, Father was v-very sick. The rust was inside him. So he p-promised me that if I took the rust from him, (Pauses), that he would m-make smiles for everybody. That's what was important, that everybody was… was smiling!
D-13321: Wait, so why did he put you down here?
SCP-2933-A: After he g-gave me the rust, he… well, he was afraid, you know? There's something about the rust that really… it… it really terrifies him; he didn't even want t-to look at me. That's just fine, though! I understand completely. (Groans)
D-13321: How long ago was this?
SCP-2933-A: Oh, uh, a while. I didn't r-really expect everything to hurt this badly, to tell you the truth, but… my father is out there making smiles right now and he'll come back for me someday soon and we'll be together again, just you wait! (SCP-2933-A noticeably grimaces.)
D-13321: Uh-huh. Guess you wouldn't know what I could do about this, would you?
D-13321 holds up his arm, which is completely covered in iron rust and has several large sections missing.
SCP-2933-A: Oh, no, n-nothing you can do about that. The pain really only gets w-worse from there, too. Once you've got the rust inside you, it just spreads and… and spreads, until there's nothing left. Just oil, and smoke, and rust.
D-13321: Got it. Thanks. (Sighs, coughs) You got any smokes, kid?
SCP-2933-A: No sir, I don't smoke. Don't want to d-do anything to my p-pearly whites! After all, I am Mr. Sm— (groans) S-smiles!
D-13321: Figures.
SCP-2933-A: C-can… can you feel the rust inside you?
D-13321: Yeah, I sure can.
[END LOG - COMMUNICATION LOSS]
