Interviewed: D-2510 "Lola"
Interviewer: Researcher Oliver Crane
Foreword: D-2510 was sent one more time in SCP-011-INT-A to find out more about the creator(s) of SCP-011-INT. A letter was found in SCP-011-INT.
Note: at one point in the experiment, D-2510 screamed, but calmed down again relatively quickly.
<Begin Log>
Researcher Crane: Good afternoon, D-2510.
D-2510: Hello there!
Researcher Crane: Hello, lad. What more did you learn about SCP-011-INT-A and its origins?
D-2510: Well, I enter a bedroom next. The room had lots of toys, it was blue. There was a table. On the table was notebook and pencil.
Researcher Crane: Did you read any of the notebook's contents?
D-2510: [nods] Yes I did. It talked of a mother. Ah, well a "mother figure" to quote, as well as a son.
Researcher Crane: Can you elaborate?
D-2510: Ah, yes. The son talked of past happiness, talked of sadness of recent. He met the mother of creation, they created happiness, a world of happiness.
Researcher Crane: Sounds… poetic.
D-2510: [shrugs] It was composed by a child, and it was written just like that in the notebook. But I do wonder: is there more behind the whole thing?
Researcher Crane: What are you trying to say?
D-2510: Look this way. Your agency has this backpack. The backpack brings me into this world. In this world there are indications that a son and a mother created it. Don't you also have that impression?
Researcher Crane: It's possible. But, we don't have enough information right now.
D-2510: Would it change anything if I said I met the mother?
Researcher Crane: Did you?
D-2510: Ah, now I'm interesting for you again.
Researcher Crane: Could you expand?
D-2510: [giggles] I guess.
Researcher Crane: Lad, I encourage you get to the point, for time’s sake.
D-2510: Yikes! All right, I'll surrender. I did meet her. While looking through the note book, I then hear footsteps behind. She talks to me, welcomes me to her world.
Researcher Crane: So she didn't ask why you were there?
D-2510: [shakes head] No, she offered her hand and asks me of my dreams. What I wish for. I tell her I like singing, I would like to teach children songs. Oh, and have children.
Researcher Crane: Interesting.
D-2510: Okay, to be honest, it didn't go quite so smoothly at the start. She was upset at first. Wanted to know something about a boy or man. But then she saw my number, you know, D-2510. She got really calm.
Researcher Crane: Do you think it’s possible that the woman knew you from the past?
D-2510: No freakin' idea. Anyway, she offered me a cup of tea. Rosehips, if I remember correctly. I took the opportunity to ask her about this Erik.
Researcher Crane: Eric was the name?
D-2510: Ja, Eric.
Researcher Crane: Please go on.
D-2510: At first, she didn't react. So I continued drilling patiently, how you eggheads always insist on. Finally, she started speaking. The lad had visited her one night in her dreams, so she described it.
Researcher Crane: Did she explain how he did it?
D-2510: No, or rather, she shrugged her shoulders when I asked because it interested me too. She didn't quite get it either. The boy had spoken about something of a helmet. When you've been in here as long as me and the boys, you're interpreting into everything stuff. Funny dreams are just funny.
Researcher Crane: Did she tell you why this Eric visited her in dreams?
D-2510: Ah, right. [Paused]
Researcher Crane: Ah, right?
D-2510: I did not understand everything, but he seemed very sad. He would have just lost some friends and he keeps losing his toys. The woman also said that he was apparently also afraid to become an adult because he had not really had good experiences with adults. Whatever that meant with the little one. She, that is the woman, would have asked about his parents, but he would not have been able to give an answer. Seems like a great childhood, if you ask me.
Where was I? Ah, stimmt ja, dreams. The boy apparently unconsciously sought a mother figure and reached out to Regula.
Researcher Crane: Regula? Is that the woman in the dream?
D-2510: Yeah, it just popped into my head. You know, I'm not really good with names. I mean, you call us anyway at those four-digit, or the one times six, D numbers.
Researcher Crane: [Sighs]
D-2510: Dude, you good? Try not to get too stressed, it isn’t healthy. I keep losing my train of thought.
[Researcher Crane remains silent for thirty seconds.]
D-2510: You alive?
Researcher Crane: You need to stop getting off track.
D-2510: Oh, Scheisse, now he's mad!
Researcher Crane: Lad, we don’t got all day. I’d appreciate if you tried to focus. Please.
D-2510: Okayokayokayokay [takes a deep breath and says the following at a fast pace] Regula gave Eric a backpack with a lily-flower keychain that he could use in his dreams to build a house of his perfect childhood. As the creator of the backpack, she visited him regularly and the house is apparently the same one that I visited every time. No, wait, it's not, but never mind. Everything went well, but then something happened to the boy. [chokes and coughs]
Researcher Crane: That was too hectic on the other side. Let me take a look. You said something about an incident, correct?
D-2510: [Takes a sip of water.] Yup. But before you ask, I don't have any more details. The woman made a frightened face, mumbled a name, fell fainting from her chair and before she touched the floor she popped in a small cloud of flower petals. I then tried to search for her in the cottage. Instead of my hostess I found a dark door that I had never seen before. Have you ever had a nightmare that started completely harmlessly and suddenly you feel there is something that should not be here?
Researcher Crane: Possibly. We deal with many unworldly matters, but I can't quite remember specifics. I'm a technology specialist, so I don't deal with that stuff often.
D-2510: That's a start. The door was, I am honestly sorry for the worn-out description, as if a hole was in my head, filled with all my fears. It wasn't great at all. Do you know what the most ironic part was, Mein Herr?
Researcher Crane: What exactly?
D-2510: On the door was a hand-painted sign with the inscription: "Room full of dark and sad thoughts. Do not open at all!"
Researcher Crane: After the other things you've described in the house, that sounds about right.
D-2510: But I'm being serious. I was scared stiff, but I was just TOO curious. What could happen? A dream-eating monster?
Researcher Crane: [Takes a sip of water.] Oh, believe me truly. We have one of those, too.
D-2510: Oh God Damn You! Although, I'm not really surprised. Where was I going again?
Researcher Crane: Door. Spooky. You were going to open it.
D-2510: Ah, That's right. [Lower her voice and try to tell the narrative in an eerie way.] So I had my hand on the doorknob–
Researcher Crane: Please don't do that.
D-2510: [Sighs] When I had my hand on the doorknob, someone grabbed me by my shirt sleeves. I must have screamed like a madwoman and the boy who plucked me screamed exactly the same.
Researcher Crane: That explains why you shouted while sleeping.
D-2510: Once we calmed down, the boy still tugged me. I ask him why he was pulling like that, and the little one told me hoarsely that I should keep my hands off the door. He was about 11, 12 years old. Kind of adorable.
Researcher Crane: I assume that was Eric?
D-2510: Absolutely correct. As I promised him not to open it, he shoved a letter in my hand. Explained to me that it was for Doctor Wondercontainment. Best nickname for you guys ever.
Researcher Crane: I hope the letter didn't get lost on the way.
D-2510: You don't have to be afraid. After he checked that I didn't finally grab the door, he pinched my cheek. I woke up.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: The mentioned letter was taken from SCP-011-INT. D-2510 was not sent for any further expeditions in SCP-011-INT-A, as the information acquired was deemed substantial.