SCP FOUNDATION
SECURE. CONTAIN. PROTECT.
ITEM #: SCP-████
OBJECT CLASS: Thaumiel
CURRENT STATUS: Active Observation
CLEARANCE LEVEL: 5/████ REQUIRED
DESIGNATION:NULL
PERSONAL OBSERVATIONAL LOG
– LOG 46
DATE: ██/██/████
AUTHOR: Dr. Quinn
LOCATION: Site-███, Observation Room B
BEGIN LOG
[Transcript is an unspoken documentation written by Dr. Quinn while seated in the on-site observation chamber. Audio recording inactive. Surveillance camera feed timestamp: 13:47.]
The response from the O5 Council came faster than anticipated.
Almost too fast.
I reviewed the packet twice before logging this entry, just to be sure there were no traps hidden between the lines. No conditional self-destruct codes. No vague "terminate if necessary" disclaimers. Just clear, concise, cold O5 language.
"SCP-████ ('NULL') has demonstrated prolonged psychological and metaphysical benefit to Site-███ and select SCPs under containment. Affection-based interactions are hereby permitted under monitored conditions. Escalation to inter-anomalous attachment or polyamorous tendencies is not to be obstructed, unless immediate threat is perceived. Proceed. Document. Observe."
That's it.
No red tape. No moral objection. Just a bureaucratic shrug and the greenlight to keep watching.
I've seen sites go under for less.
[She pauses mid-log. Surveillance shows NULL seated at the edge of his private quarters' low-rise couch. SCP-1471 lies across it, head nestled comfortably in his lap. Her typically shifting, amorphous body appears calm—almost serene. NULL, dressed in regulation casuals, slowly runs a wide-toothed black comb through the dark mass of her mane-like hair.]
He's careful when he combs her hair. That caught me off guard at first. He never rushes. No sudden tugs. It's deliberate. Thoughtful.
She hums—not audibly, not for the mics, but her form vibrates slightly in rhythm, like a contented cat.
And he… he just exists. No outward affection. No arousal. No resistance either.
Just peace.
For someone who nullifies anomalies, I don't think he even understands how much of one he is.
What started as a D-Class subject with a glitch in the system has turned into something stabilizing. Not just to 1471. Not just to 811 or 085 or 105. But to this site. To me, maybe.
[Dr. Quinn closes the file folder, resting it on the desk beside her.]
I suppose I'll keep documenting. Keep watching.
The Council said "Proceed."
So I will.
END LOG