Item #: SCP-CN-2186
Object Class: Pending
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-CN-2186 is currently containing itself in the office of Department of Unreality Reality Liaison Alex Thorley. Further containment procedures are being devised.
Description: SCP-CN-2186 is the corpse of Yurika Makuwa, who committed suicide on September 21, 2023. Makuwa was a Foundation personnel and had been reassigned to the Department of Unreality and subsequently confirmed dead on that day. Of note is that Makuwa's actual original cause of death has never been confirmed. Based on the initial appearance of her body, it has tentatively been determined to be a suicide.
Alex Thorley sighed, putting down their pen. They should not have believed that notice that appeared out of nowhere on their table, telling them that a new coworker would arrive soon, and then after they'd finished reading it folded itself into a collection of cute little frogs that hopped out the window. At least this way when they'd have to write this godforsaken document it'd be a little easier on their heart.
Alex felt that they never even needed to write this document — who would they give it to, anyway? But they kept on writing, just as they didn't know where that notice came from to begin with, but their coworker arrived to the Site all the same.
SCP-CN-2186's anomalous property manifests when Department of Unreality Reality Liaison Alex Thorley enters their office, SCP-CN-2186 will manifest inside. The external appearance of the instance of SCP-CN-2186 that appears is different each time, but they can all be confirmed to be the corpse of Yurika Makuwa, who committed suicide on September 21, 2023.
"It must be the same person," Alex concluded based on their experience at the Department of Unreality. Just as every Alex Thorley was Alex Thorley, every Yurika Makuwa was Yurika Makuwa, or at least that seemed to be the logical conclusion. They really wanted to write "based on DNA analysis" or something like that to make their point more solid, but they couldn't — nobody in the Department of Unreality knew how to do that kind of thing. It was just their guess, but they'd never asked. They decided to try asking.
"What's your specialization? Are you a medical doctor, or a biologist? Help me out here," they asked Yurika. She didn't answer, only knocking over the trash bin, which fell off the table and clattered onto the floor. Alex Thorley sighed. This time it was only her head, and it seemed to be far too active. At least her attitude was good, and she even laughed at them. They picked up the trash bin and placed Yurika's head inside, then continued to write their report.
Addendum: Incident Report
The following is a list of observational records of SCP-CN-2186, recorded by Department of Unreality Reality Liaison Alex Thorley.
September 21, 2023:
At approximately 9 am, Alex Thorley entered their office from the front door, noticing SCP-CN-2186 wearing a Foundation researcher uniform and an access card bearing the name Yurika Makuwa. Its upper half was slumped over the table, with a bullet wound through its right temple. Beneath SCP-CN-2186's dangling right hand was a standard Foundation-issue pistol with one bullet fired from its cartridge and one matching bullet casing, indicating that Makuwa had committed suicide using this pistol. The pistol and its ammunition have been contained in Alex Thorley's personal locker.
I don't know why she was so light with it, Alex thought. The Department of Unreality did not leave much to long for, not enough for someone to want to kill themselves - nor were Unreality personnel allowed to kill themselves to begin with. Alex Thorley had died at Alex Thorley's hands a few times, but Alex Thorley was still alive, still writing this document, still able to kill Alex Thorley if they so wished. If Yurika Makuwa had died at Yurika Makuwa's own hands, and she did not need to come back to life, then that was an astonishing level of dedication. But they hoped Yurika would not need to come back to life.
Or perhaps Yurika Makuwa had died at Alex Thorley's hands? Alex shook their head, smiled and dismissed the notion. They definitely had some violent tendencies, but they'd never killed a man, that they were very sure of. Putting the thoughts brought on by SCP-7591 to the back of their mind, Alex kept writing.
September 22, 2023:
At approximately 9 am, Alex Thorley entered their office from the hole in the ceiling, discovering that SCP-CN-2186, which they had moved to the corner to avoid hindering their work, had through unknown means shifted to a chair. The original wound had been healed, and in its place an incision was found at the throat. The blade used to make this incision has not been found.
September 23, 2023:
At approximately 9 am, Alex Thorley entered their office through the closet, and during this process discovered SCP-CN-2186 in their closet. Thorley expressed surprise and greeted SCP-CN-2186, which responded with a slight nod. It is confirmed that SCP-CN-2186 did not show any other signs of life, and indeed did not move during this manifestation. It cannot be confirmed whether SCP-CN-2186 actually nodded of its own will, if Thorley had experienced a hallucination, or if this was caused by another anomaly. After attempting to ask SCP-CN-2186 for its approval, Thorley exited the closet, leaving SCP-CN-2186 inside.
September 24, 2023:
At approximately 9 am, Alex Thorley entered their office through the computer monitor, and accidentally knocked over SCP-CN-2186 and the seat it was on. No open wounds were found on SCP-CN-2186, and it is hoped that she did not die from blunt force trauma caused by falling over. Thorley placed SCP-CN-2186 on the chair that it had previously occupied to calm it down. It was not observed to express any discomfort.
September 25, 2023:
At approximately 9 am, Alex Thorley entered their office, discovering Alex Thorley and SCP-CN-2186 in the office. Sensing that they had entered incorrectly, they entered again, discovering that neither Alex Thorley nor SCP-CN-2186 were in the office. In order to celebrate this happy and momentous occasion, Alex Thorley left their office at around 3:30 pm to buy unsugared donuts and sugared bagels.
At approximately 4:30 pm, Alex Thorley returned to their office with the aforementioned snacks, and discovered that neither Alex Thorley nor SCP-CN-2186 were present in the room. When Thorley began to eat the snacks, they discovered that the donuts and bagels had begun to carry a deathly stench. Thorley attempted to search for the source of the smell, discovering that it was coming from the vent in the ceiling. After Thorley opened the vent, a large quantity of crushed human flesh fell out, which after analysis was confirmed to be from Alex Thorley and SCP-CN-2186. They did not continue eating.
Alex Thorley didn't want to recall what happened yesterday. They should've just eaten the snacks outside. They didn't like ketchup, either.
At least they didn't work for Temporal Anomalies, so yesterday was yesterday, and they didn't have to worry about it any longer. Now, they just had to write the last day on their list — today — and they could have a drink and have lunch.
September 26, 2023:
At approximately 9 am, Alex Thorley fell into their office from the still-open air vent, discovering SCP-CN-2186's head on the floor. Due to personal considerations, Thorley placed the head in a cylindrical containment unit. SCP-CN-2186 appeared to have a degree of autonomy and caused a series of light containment failures, which were quickly resolved by Thorley. The rest of SCP-CN-2186's body, as well as the flesh from the previous day, are missing.
That's that, then. Alex Thorley took this document and placed it into the copier, working diligently in unreality, and prepared to send the copy to their higher-ups working who knows where. They had heard that by putting an unopened envelope into the green letterbox downstairs, their higherups would automatically receive the information — but this was something Alex Thorley had told them, so they were a bit hesitant to believe it.
Once again falling out of the air vent, Alex Thorley washed away all their negative feelings. Cracking open the packed lunch before them, they felt a sudden wave of joy — ah, it was their favorite Japanese bento.