SCP International

Interviewee: Agent Rebeca Eiros

Interviewer: Agent Victor Penz

Preface: Agent Eiros left SCP-ES-222-A half an hour ago, and the body analysis came back negative for any type of danger that could have been present. Agent Penz decided to conduct the interview as soon as possible.

<START OF INTERVIEW>

R. Eiros: Good morning, boss.

V. Penz: Hello Eiros, I'm glad you're back, I'll ask you some questions, you know, protocol.

R. Eiros: Understood.

V. Penz: Well, let's get started. How did you end up inside ANR-040520054?

R. Eiros: We separated into two teams; I was leading the one that found the anomaly. I opened one of the doors, it was some kind of warehouse. I was pointing my flashlight in front of me, but the sphere was to my left.

Agent Eiros points to the left with her left thumb, a slight tremor in her hand is noticeable.

V. Penz: Was there no signal, no noise?

R. Eiros: Nothing at all, boss, I was just there, floating.

Agent Penz writes down several things in his notebook, Agent Eiros looks up slightly, staring at the ceiling.

V. Penz: Okay, noted. What happened to you inside?

R. Eiros: Alex and Pedro said I was floating inside the sphere. They even took a picture, but I don't remember that.

V. Penz: We will use the photo in the registration. What do you mean, you don't remember floating inside the sphere?

R. Eiros: When that thing grabbed me, I closed my eyes. I opened them again, and I was in a field, a huge one. I felt the grass up to my knees, I've always hated that.

V. Penz: Something like a pocket dimension, I guess.

Silent for a few minutes, Agent Eiros lowers her gaze as she seems to remember, playing with her fingers on the table.

R. Eiros: Yes, something like that, although I didn't have many class about anomalous spaces. They would have served me well for this moment.

V. Penz: Don't worry, I'll give you some tips for it later. Let's continue, describe the dimension to me, please.

R. Eiros: The sun was bright, but you didn't feel the heat of a summer afternoon in these parts. The grass was a strange color—pink, maybe? I don't remember it clearly, it's a blur. I could only hear the wind, it was all so lonely, so silent.

V. Penz: I see, anything else of importance? Anything you'd like to highlight?

R. Eiros: Yes, yes there is. A few meters away, I could see a mango tree. Have you ever seen one, boss? When I was younger, and I'm talking about quite a few years ago, I used to climb them with Ruth, my sis, in the afternoon. We would eat their fruits whenever we were on vacation. Those were good days, despite the heat and the cicadas chirping all day. Well, I always used to fall when I climbed them, but the happiness of those moments with Ruth… Overshadowed that slight pain and what was then quite a big bruise, you know what I mean.

Agent Eiros stared at the room window for several seconds. Agent Penz waved his hands several times to get her attention. When she finally notices it, he raises his eyebrow noticeably.

V. Penz: Yes, I've seen some mango trees, Eiros. Although I've never climbed one, is that all that's relevant?

Eiros raises his hand, as if he is thinking.

R. Eiros: Yes, there is something. In the distance, I saw what looked like a house. I tried to get closer, but apparently, I ran out of time before I figured out what was there.

V. Penz: Perfect, I think we have everything. Anything, you let me know, it seems that the containment team has already arrived, and I have some business to deal with.

R. Eiros: Take care, boss.

Agent Penz sighs as he gets up from the table. Agent Eiros crosses her arms as she looks back at the window.

<END OF INTERVIEW>

Conclusion: The containment team was able to approximate SCP-ES-222-A's area of effect from witnesses to Agent Eiros' incident. Agent Penz has requested that a psychological review be conducted on Agent Eiros over the course of two weeks to ensure that the anomaly has had no effect on her behavior.

The next day during a thorough review of the area where the anomaly was found, Dr. Amalia Mondragón was transported inside SCP-ES-222-A. Apparently, due to an error in the possible measurements of the area. It came out 2 hours and 26 minutes later. It was decided that Agent Victor Penz would again be the interviewer, because of his experience with the previous incident and his closeness to Dr. Mondragón.

Interviewee: Dr. Amalia Mondragón

Interviewer: Agent Victor Penz

Preface: Dr. Mondragón was looking for signs of an iconography, to date the origin and author of the work, when she accidentally entered the object.

<START OF INTERVIEW>

V. Penz: It's a good thing you're back, Amalia.

A. Mondragón: It feels weird, you know? My whole body hurts, but otherwise I'm fine.

Dr. Mondragón holds the back of her neck with a gentle grimace.

V. Penz: I hope you can get better, remember that our conversation should go to the report.

A. Mondragón: Yeah, of course, Victor.

V. Penz: Well, what happened to you inside the anomaly?

A. Mondragón: The first thing I could notice was that the silence was so… calm. I don't usually like not to hear anything, but being there, in the middle of the pink grasses, is like the tranquility of sleeping, of dreaming about infinite meadows where you only have to walk aimlessly to relax.

V. Penz: Quite similar to the previous event. Any detail that you noticed?

A. Mondragón: I thought I wasn't going to take anything with me, but when I looked at the floor, my sketchbook was lying around.

V. Penz: Curiously, there was no indication in the previous accident that she took the objects with her to that dimension. Continue.

A. Mondragón: I was able to hold it comfortably. I also had a pencil in my pocket. I drew a couple of lines, and it worked without problems.

V. Penz: Do you have the notebook with you?

A. Mondragón: I never go anywhere without it.

Dr. Mondragón puts a blue notebook the size of her hand on the table. On the cover is engraved "A gift from your brother" in a golden tone. She opens it and shows a series of vertical of lines.

A. Mondragón: I did these during the first test.

V. Penz: That is, you did them inside the anomaly...

A. Mondragón: It transferred with me when I got out of there. Fascinating, isn't it? It reminds me of an anonymous author's "Gates with Walls" in Wales, only it was a much smoother journey than described by the history texts. During my anart studies, I explained what that experience at Amaro was like and how he would get dizzy from being in the artwork for more than an hour.

Dr. Mondragón smiles broadly as she checks the lines, her gaze fixed. Penz lets out a sigh.

V. Penz: Please, Amalia.

A. Mondragón: Ah? Ah, for the report, of course, sorry!

V. Penz: Perfect, let's move on, I can see that you made a more detailed drawing here.

Agent Penz points to the next page. A pencil sketch can be observed. It is a meadow full of tall grasses, in the middle distance you can see a small house with a zinc roof and some tables in front of the entrance. There seems to be a small fence behind the house, but it's not quite defined.

V. Penz: It looks like some kind of house or base, and it has these graffiti on the walls. Do you know what it is or what it is for?

A. Mondragón: I tried to get in, but I just got close to the porch. It was as if the house was resisting … getting close to me? I'm not an expert on anomalous spaces, but hell, that was a weird feeling.

Dr. Mondragón clenches her fist on the table, one of her veins bursting. Agent Penz notices this tension.

V. Penz: Okay, anything last to add?

A. Mondragón: The wind was getting stronger. It had a warm feel, but it smelled aseptic, like hospitals, you know? And then, a few seconds before I left, I could smell it. Do you know what robot workshops smell like when they're being tested? This mixture of oil, heat and burning smell. I remember visiting my brother's workshop more than once, seeing it full of stains and burns from the weld and with tangled hair. The smell reminded me of those moments.

Agent Penz raises an eyebrow before preparing to leave. He calls one of the assistants to take a picture of the drawing. Before leaving, Dr. Mondragón calls him.

A. Mondragón: Agent Victor!

V. Penz: Tell me, Amalia.

A. Mondragón: Tell Caminos to take my place, I'm going to be away for a few days.

<END OF INTERVIEW>

Conclusion: Dr. Amalia Mondragón requested her week of vacation in advance, records indicate that she is taking a break at home while she contacts family and acquaintances. Agent Victor Penz along with new chief investigator Miguel Caminos theorize that SCP-ES-222 may be the cause of this. An investigation is ongoing.

The Designated Agent for the exploration was Víctor Penz, because of his previous experiences with the anomaly and for his artistic skills capable of detailing the environments and symbols in exploration work with speed and quality. To conduct his work, he was granted the following:

• A dotted A5 notebook.
• A set of pencil, pen and eraser.
• A Glock 34 with flashlight, altered to have an ink repository and decorated with drawings made by the Agent.
• A voice recorder and a video recorder, with the same features mentioned above.
• Emergency rations.

Agent Penz was asked to be cautious but direct, and that his main goal was to enter the building and identify any subjects that might inhabit it. After entering the anomaly, it took him 4 hours and 52 minutes to get out of it. He was observed to be physically tired and mentally exhausted, interviews with him proved unnecessary.

Below is a record of the recordings made by the Agent:

Preface: Agent Penz suffered a malfunction in his video recording equipment when he was introduced into the anomaly, leaving only the auditory record. The Agent made sketches in the assigned notebook as he went along, signing aside the approximate time where the sketches were made. A description of these is written along with the approximate time where they happened. If you want the document with the scan of the sketches, ask the chief investigator Miguel Caminos.

<START OF RECORDING>

V. Penz: Okay, I've entered the anomaly. It can be seen that the previous witnesses were right. The grass is up to my knees. It's a little itchy.

The Agent sighs, the rustling of the grass can be heard as he moves.

V. Penz: The air feels more saturated than normal, almost artificial. From what I remember from my classes on anomalous spaces, this is common in extra-dimensional sites. Steffano kept repeating it, breathing slowly and deliberate.

Silence for a minute.

V. Penz: Slow and deliberate.

The crunch of the grass is heard again for 4 minutes.

V. Penz: I haven't found the so-called tree that Rebeca talked about so much, and I still haven't seen the house that Amalia mentioned. I've only found one round stone that reaches up to my hips.

A slap on a smooth surface can be heard, which is assumed to be the stone. The Agent is heard jumping up and sitting on it. The Agent is heard jumping up and sitting on it.

V. Penz: Just grass and more grass, the sun is giving it a more orange hue than in previous explorations. Maybe a variation between people or its own climate, who knows.

The agent's pen makes a noise as he scrapes it against the paper.

V. Penz: Who knows.

The drawing made is a representation of the landscape as seen by Agent Penz from the stone. The grass can be seen stretching to the horizon. There are no mountains or any other kind of unevenness, the space of extension of the grasses is apparently infinite. [SEE FILE 222-A]

V. Penz: If I keep walking in one direction, I have to get somewhere. Ehm, let's see, I'm going to head north.

Only the wind, footsteps and breathing of the agent can be heard for 7 minutes. There's a pause.

V. Penz: Okay, I see something in the distance, it seems to be the building mentioned by Amalia. It is approximately 100 meters away. Although measuring distances in this place is becoming more and more confusing.

Agent Penz's breathing quickens momentarily. You can hear the agent's pace quickening, as if he's jogging. It doesn't stop until 8 minutes later.

V. Penz: I had to pick up the pace, otherwise I would never get there. I'm about 60 meters from the target. There is no sign that anyone has inhabited it, I’ll stop to take a graphic representation and continue.

On the page before this one you can see several unfinished sketches of the building. The complete drawing is a close-up representation of the building exactly in the center of the plan. It looks like a colonial-style house characteristic of rural Central America. With a roof of red tiles and walls painted in a uniform tone, according to the agent's notes, a yellowish tone. Stairs lead to a wooden door, and to both to the left and right iron windows can be seen. A symbol is engraved above the door, resembling a dripping brush in an Art-Deco style. [SEE FILE 222-B]

V. Penz: I haven't seen that strange symbol before, I suppose an anartistic signature.

Agent Penz is heard pulling the pistol from its holster.

V. Penz: Weapon ready, in case I get a hostile and find myself in a dangerous situation I have permission to shoot.

Agent Penz sighs, what seems to be his hand is heard passing through the grass.

V. Penz: I hope I don't need it.

As he approaches the house, the wind begins to blow harder, Agent Penz's voice can barely be heard in whispers.

V. Penz: Look down, beware of memes… Blurring the view, putting a hat on…

V. Penz: Well, I'm inches from the door, it doesn't seem to have been used for a long time.

The hand on the knob is heard, silence for 30 seconds, Agent Penz holds his breath.

V. Penz: Entering.

The door makes a squeaking sound. The Agent steps inside the house, his footsteps echoing.

V. Penz: I must speak softer for safety, the house seems not to follow a conventional architecture, and is larger inside than outside. It's somewhat empty.

The knock of the door echoes through the room. Agent Penz holds his breath for several seconds.

V. Penz: Gun up, remember.

Only footsteps are heard for 2 minutes.

V. Penz: Okay, safe zone. Report, I'm in what appears to be a central room, but there's no furniture or anything. The floor is terracotta, as far as I can see. There is no trace of anything or anyone.

Some knocking on wood can be heard.

V. Penz: The windows are covered, strange because from the outside they looked normal.

The Agent can be heard moving, then the crunch of a wrapper.

V. Penz: I'll eat one of my rations. It seems like a safe place. I just hope I still have time.

Agent Penz takes a bite out of his ration, the chewing is heard for several minutes.

V. Penz: You'd think that being in a pocket dimension would change something as basic as eating.

He takes what appears to be the last bite. Swallows with difficulty.

V. Penz: But, it tastes just like lunches during my training with Steffano…

The Agent sighs, he is heard putting the gun back in its holster, and what appears to be his notebook is heard.

V. Penz: Perhaps even better than lunches with Steffano.

A small drawing of the room is made at the top of the page, an arch facing another section of the building can be seen on the right, it can be deduced that it was made from a corner of the building. The drawing seems to be done more quickly than the others. In the lower area of the page, sketches that appeared to be of Dr. Steffano Gonzalez, the former tutor and instructor of Agent Penz, were found. When asked the reasons for this, he only explained that he felt the need to do so. [SEE FILE 222-C]

The Agent is heard standing up. A dripping sound echoes through the room.

V. Penz: What the hell was that?

Multiple smooth steps. The sound of the flashlight turning on. The dripping sound that the microphone picks up intensifies in volume and speed.

V. Penz: But what…

The drip stops momentarily. Agent Penz takes a couple more steps and stops.

V. Penz: It appears to be a humanoid entity, though its shape is not quite defined. I don't think he noticed my presence. It is composed of a viscous substance of multiple colors.

Body movement can be heard.

V. Penz: A sketch always makes things clearer.

It's the smallest sketch of all. The creature appears to be deformed and melting. Multiple drip marks can be seen around it. From the speed of the drawing, it must be assumed that this is not the most accurate representation of what is now referred to as SCP-ES-222-1. [SEE FILE 222-D]

A whisper is heard, Agent Penz is heard putting away his gear and drawing the weapon.

V. Penz: I don't come with any plans to attack you, if you speak Spanish, please let me know.

SCP-ES-222-1: Oh, Spanish?

The entity's voice sounds distorted, how it is able to vocalize remains unknown.

V. Penz: Yes, Spanish.

SCP-ES-222-1: How did you get here?

V. Penz: A back door.

SCP-ES-222-1: Gosh, I always tell the Lady and her wife to close the door before they leave!

V. Penz: Who?

SCP-ES-222-1: Long story, you can always sit down and listen to it.

Agent Penz is heard getting up. When he takes a couple of steps, you hear the characteristic sound of a clock and the whistle of what sounds like a teapot.

V. Penz: But where did all this come from?

SCP-ES-222-1: I see you've already come in. Would you like coffee, tea, anything else?

It sounds like a cushion releases air as Agent Penz sits on it.

V. Penz: Eh, mate, perhaps?

SCP-ES-222-1: Oh, from the Rio de la Plata? The lady told me about a friend of hers, an Argentinian boy, who was enthusiastic about sculpture. He gave her a special set of dishes for mate.

A cupboard opens and the slight crash of what seems to be dishes can be heard.

SCP-ES-222-1: She hasn't told me about him in years, the last thing I remember was that he had moved to Spain.

V. Penz: Sir, could you answer a few questions?

SCP-ES-222-1: Do you want me to tell you about the Lady?

The sound of a liquid pouring over a glass near the microphone. Agent Penz sighs.

V. Penz: Yes, tell me about her, please.

SCP-ES-222-1: Well, the last time I saw her, she told me that it was a particularly hot time. She liked to practice here. The cool weather clears minds.

V. Penz: I understand that.

SCP-ES-222-1: Oh, so you're an artist, too!

The sound of the dripping intensifies, and again the cushion is heard whistling, probably the entity sitting down.

V. Penz: Hey, I didn't say that.

SCP-ES-222-1: I've been living with a passionate artist for two years; I know how to identify another when I see them.

V. Penz: Only two years?

SCP-ES-222-1: Maybe more, maybe less, I haven't seen her for a while.

Silence for a minute.

SCP-ES-222-1: But hey, you shouldn't drink a mate with a bitter taste in your mouth. Go ahead and give it a try.

V. Penz: Where I work, I am not allowed to drink things when I go to work, sorry for that.

SCP-ES-222-1: It's understandable, too bad we'll lose such a good mate.

V. Penz: Sir, by the way, may I draw you quickly? I need it for my report.

SCP-ES-222-1: Oh, of course! The Lady doesn't let many reports of what happens within these walls be taken, but a portrait would be a lovely thing.

V. Penz: Understood.

A portrait of the above-mentioned entity, holding the cup with what is supposedly its hand, seated in an armchair decorated with fine tablecloths. In the background, a wall clock and a cupboard with a glass door can be seen. Inside are a few cups and what appear to be paintbrushes. [SEE FILE 222-D]

SCP-ES-222-1: Without a doubt, an exquisite work of art.

V. Penz: Thank you. It's not a big deal.

SCP-ES-222-1: The Lady would have loved them. She would put on the same silly smile that you have right now when her wife or I would tell her something about his art.

V. Penz: This lady you're talking about, who is she?

SCP-ES-222-1: Oh, a great person. She has an elegant demeanor and is a great creator. Although age plagues her from time to time, and sometimes I feel like her smile is fading.

V. Penz: Do you know her name?

SCP-ES-222-1: Well, sure! Ehm…

Silent for several seconds, the trickle stopped suddenly.

SCP-ES-222-1: The Lady has always been "Lady". However, the few times she brought someone to these parts, she was called "My Flower, My Dahlia". I couldn't tell what that meant. Have you ever had anyone special, sir?

Silence for another several seconds. Agent Penz sighs.

V. Penz: Well, there's my instructor. It's kind of crude, and a bit gross, but I appreciate days like those at the shooting range. Since I was assigned to Spain, I haven't seen much of him.

SCP-ES-222-1: Remember to cherish your loved ones, and you'd better drink the mate, or I'll have to throw it away.

V. Penz: Yes, whatever. About this lady, how long has it been since you haven't seen her?

SCP-ES-222-1: Time is confusing around here, you know? And speaking of time, yours is running out.

V. Penz: Excuse me?

SCP-ES-222-1: What you hear, young man. Enough talk for today.

The squeaking of a piece of furniture is heard, a couple of sticky footsteps are approaching Agent Penz.

SCP-ES-222-1: If you see the Lady, remember to tell her to please close the back door. Oh, and don't forget to take care of it. We don't want a repeat of last time's dimensional degradation, quite a disaster. Thank you.

Agent Penz's breathing becomes agitated.

V. Penz: But, I still don't know anything. Why are you here? What is this place? Who are you?

SCP-ES-222-1: Me? I am nothing more than a servant.

V. Penz: A servant? What do you mean by a servant?

SCP-ES-222-1: A servant is one who enters an empty room and makes it appear emptier than before.

<END OF RECORDING>

Conclusion: Agent Penz was violently ejected from SCP-ES-222-A. Luckily, equipment was prepared for his return, so no incident occurred. When asked about his sudden trust with the entity, the agent was able to respond. He asked to be reappointed to his original team in Argentina, along with Dr. Steffano Gonzalez. Whether or not this is related to the anomaly is currently unknown.

Cameras detected movement within the picture called SCP-ES-222-B. It began dripping ink in large quantities, while losing it from its own canvas. From the ink was generated a humanoid with similar characteristics to those of the woman represented in the painting. The humanoid seemed momentarily puzzled, walking in all directions throughout the warehouse. After a minute, it stopped and recited the following words. They have been written in prose form for ease of reading.

This is an open message to those who will listen.

The remains of my work now travel through this world like the remains of a dandelion that a spoiled child has blown to satisfy his desire. If I'm lucky, the seeds will have wilted and died before they hit the ground. If not, they will have ended up in the dirty hands of organizations that only want to damage, break, or even worse, hide my works. What a terrible fate.

I'm too old for this.

They tried it when I was alive. I wouldn't let them. To the bland Andalusian who burned my works when I was just an amateur, I thank him from the depths of hell, because he ignited something inside me. Something that not even the bitter American taste could extinguish. So much art created, so much yet to be created.

I was unstoppable, until I wasn't.

I don't even know why I'm making this message. Yesterday, I had to ask Peter for help to get out of my seat. Existential crises, possibly.

Oh, my beloved girl, I wish I had more years of life for you.

Hopefully, you'll still hold me when I'm gone.

Whoever hears these words will be as surprised as I am when I recite them. I hope they don't compare me to the anartists, I was more. Well, I'm more. I want the seeds created to germinate in the hearts of those who see me, and not in the walls of those who guard me.

And for those who guard these works with suspicion, like a greedy dragon on its mountain of gold, I hope they will at least make your cold white walls a little more colorful.

After this incident, the instance returned to the paint and the excess ink faded. Following this, SCP-ES-222 has shown no further anomalous activity, and a reclassification to Neutralized is being discussed.