Item No: SCP-5295
Object Class: Euclid Neutralized
(Archived) Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5295 is to remain filled with a minimum of 70 kiloliters of edible dessert gelatin at all times. The gelatin may not contain any artificial food dyes, and must be sweetened with only pure cane sugar. Periodic gelatin replacement is to be conducted by non-essential personnel. Human contact with the gelatin surface is prohibited.
Current Containment Procedures: The remains of Dr. Samuel Jensen have been cremated and returned to his family. Any Foundation personnel found to possess an anomaly similar to SCP-5295 are to be contained using the method detailed within this document. Civilian reports of anomalous phenomena similar to SCP-5295 or its effects are to be responded to by an applicable task force.
Description: SCP-5295 is a spatial anomaly contained within the body of Samuel C. Jensen, director of the SCP Foundation's Department of Astronomy. The interior of Jensen's body has been replaced by a 5500-meter tunnel, beginning at his mouth and ending in a small Class C "Broken Entry" wormhole. Jensen's outward appearance has not changed despite the length of the tunnel, and his health has not been affected by its presence. He does, however, report being able to taste any objects that touch the walls of the tunnel. Materials that enter SCP-5295 through Jensen's mouth cannot be digested; therefore, Jensen can only receive food and water intravenously.
Dr. Jensen possesses the ability to extend his lower jaw as far as 1.5 meters downwards to facilitate entry and exit into SCP-5295. During SCP-5295-θ "LONG BREAKDOWN" events, however, this occurs without Jensen's control.
During SCP-5295-θ "LONG BREAKDOWN" events, the wormhole within SCP-5295 is activated. This results in the introduction of SCP-5295-1 instances to this reality. The initiation of these events is usually indicated by the emission of smoke from Dr. Jensen's ears and nose and pink light from his eyes.
SCP-5295-1 are usually non-sapient humanoid entities capable of speech. Prolonged presence of SCP-5295-1 instances results in major reality failure in the vicinity, which unchecked have the potential to cause a complete CK-Class Reality Restructuring scenario. The immediate termination of SCP-5295-1 instances upon their emergence has been found to nullify their effect on reality to the point that Scranton Reality Anchors become functional in neutralizing them entirely.
Research into possible closing of the wormhole at the end of SCP-5295 has found that the most efficient way to prevent emergence of SCP-5295-1 instances is to completely fill SCP-5295 with a form of gelatin1. Gelatin used in the containment of SCP-5295 is only sweetened to reduce discomfort in Dr. Jensen.
A further spatial anomaly believed to be related to SCP-5295 was found within the head of Dr. Jensen during a routine X-Ray. The anomaly, resembling the interior of a church with a large pentagram on its wall behind an altar, is believed to be the cause of separate anomalous activity2 reported by Dr. Jensen and is currently considered a part of SCP-5295.
Date: January 5th, 20██
SCP-5295-1 instance: An adult male resembling Site Director Horace Ax emerged from SCP-5295, reciting the lyrics to the song "Nothingness" by American band Living Colour. After its neutralization, many personnel at Site-75 reported having the melody of "Nothingness" stuck in their heads.
Date: February 12th, 20██
SCP-5295-1 instance: A humanoid female resembling Dr. Ellie Pierce (Sus scrofa domesticus) emerged from SCP-5295, reciting the poem "I Am the Only Being Whose Doom" in English and Latin simultaneously. The entity was quickly terminated; for the rest of the day, many personnel at Site-75 reported feelings of dread.
Date: March 19th, 20██
SCP-5295-1 instance: A humanoid entity dressed in a three-piece suit and wearing a bow tie emerged from SCP-5295, repeating a verse from the Qur'an3 in English and Arabic. After its neutralization, Dr. Jensen claimed that the entity was visually identical to a preacher at the church he attended in his childhood.
Date: May 5th, 20██
SCP-5295-1 instance: A humanoid entity (Enteroctopus dofleini) emerged from SCP-5295, repeating the phrase [COGNITOHAZARD REDACTED] in seventeen different languages. Conflicting witness reports of the appearance of the entity caused an argument between several Foundation personnel on-site - this distraction allowed the SCP-5295-1 instance to attack several personnel and pull them towards it with its tentacles. All personnel involved were found by guards to have the anomalous properties of SCP-5295-1 instances, and were terminated accordingly.
Date: May 12th, 20██
SCP-5295-1 instance: A collection of fifty-five humanoid entities (Asteroidea) dressed in purple robes emerged from SCP-5295, singing a song with unintelligible lyrics resembling a gospel tune. After the neutralization of these entities, many personnel at Site-75 reported feelings of melancholia.
SCP-5295-θ "GLORY BE" Event Date: May 5th, 20██
Foreword: This was the first recorded SCP-5295-θ "GLORY BE" event.
<BEGIN LOG>(A faint whistling noise comes from within Dr. Jensen's head. After five minutes, "Pastor Delilah" begins to speak.)
Pastor Delilah: It looks like this congregation's got a new face, a new sort-of-presence! See him, there, the one that don't look like he's real, real, really there, really flesh n' blood? See him? Bring yourself up, lift yourself out of that there seat and come on up! Show us what you're all about, boy!
Dr. Jensen: Huh? You talking to me?
Pastor Delilah: Now, honey, who else here looks like they've seen the [REDACTED] and is less man than spirit for doin' it? Come on up, come on up, ████ ██ ████! (Loud cheering and footsteps can be heard, and Pastor Delilah pauses) What have we here, congregants! What! Have! We! Here! As I live and breathe, livin' proof of the Men in Black, good enough evidence for all the frogs in the bog that they're bein' spied upon! Let's all give a warm welcome to Mr. Scipper himself, the great poo-bah of the Astronomy Division of that Foundation your great-great-grandmamas warned you about, two-shoes Sam Jensen ladies and gentlemen! (Whooping and cheering can be heard)
Dr. Jensen: Uh…yeah. I suppose that's my name. What's going on here?
Pastor Delilah: Wouldn't you like to know? Well, don't you have the right to know? You've got it in your head who we all are, go ahead and tell us!
Dr. Jensen: I…well, I don't- oh. Oh, I know who you are, you're Fifthists! I'm in a Fifthist church, ain't I? And you're the pastor, I guess -
Pastor Delilah: Ring-ding-ding! Right as rain, snow, everythin' down below! All hail, all hail! The big one right here, Pastor Delilah of the First Southern Fifthist Church-On-Wheels! And we're camped out - right here.
Dr. Jensen: Hey, don't do that! Don't touch me! (A thud can be heard, followed by several gasps) This is a dream, isn't it? Well, uh…unlucky for you, I'm…I'm a good lucid dreamer. (Several boos and exclamations of disapproval can be heard)
Pastor Delilah: Now, now, that's no way to treat a fellow member of the congregation, a fellow traveler on this cosmic highway to the Fifth world, the one that's gon' bring purpose to us all, is it? (A slap is heard, and several voices cheer) Apology accepted, greenhorn!
(Dr. Jensen abruptly wakes up, and all voices cease.)
<END LOG>
After this event, Dr. Jensen was interviewed by Humanoid Containment Specialist Ellie Pierce.
Interview Date: May 5th, 20██
Interviewer: Dr. Ellie R. Pierce
Interviewee: Dr. Samuel C. Jensen
<BEGIN LOG>Pierce: Good morning, Sa- er, Dr. Jensen. Are you well?
Jensen: …
Pierce: Dr. Jensen, are you -
Jensen: Of all the personnel we've got at Site-75, they chose Ellie Pierce. Ellie fucking Pierce, to really hammer it home that they don't give a single shit about me. Why couldn't Markus interview me instead?
Pierce: (She clears her throat.) Dr. Jensen, let's leave our former, uh…personal disagreements behind us. Dr. Peterson is on assignment elsewhere, and wouldn't be able to interview you even if he was at Site-75 - he's at high risk of contracting pragmenia4. You know this. (She pauses) Although, if you'd like -
Jensen: At least Markus isn't a fucking sociopath. (Jensen falls silent, staring at the ground in front of him)
Pierce: (She lowers her head, takes a deep breath, then sits up straight) Well, Dr. Jensen - I'm sure you know why I'm here, don't you?
Jensen: (Without moving or looking at Pierce) Yeah. It was that dream, right? The dream that wasn't really a dream somehow?
Pierce: Describe your surroundings. What could you see during the event?
Jensen: I was in a church, a small one. No door, pews but no people. All the voices were coming from one person. That's it.
Pierce: And…and that person was a Fifthist, right? Did she tell you anything about SCP-5295?
Jensen: They didn't. Now fuck off, Pierce. This interview's over.
<END LOG>
SCP-5295-θ "GLORY BE" Event Date: May 12, 20██
<BEGIN LOG>
(The sound of crickets chirping can be heard for five minutes until a pipe organ begins to play. The sound of a gospel choir singing can be heard, with Pastor Delilah occasionally interjecting. The lyrics to the song are unintelligible.)
Dr. Jensen: Um…hello?
Pastor Delilah: Is this - could it be - yes, yes indeed it is, sure as the stars in the sky and the song in all our hearts, it's our poor lil' Foundation friend, that wobbly suspension bridge between the Fifth world and the real world, the very only [UNINTELLIGIBLE] man in black Sam Jensen! (Cheering and applause can be heard. The choir continues to sing.)
Dr. Jensen: I'm - I'm here to apologize. For my…conduct, last time. Now that I -
Pastor Delilah: Shh! Shh…listen, listen! (All voices fall silent) You hear that, good lucid dreamer? That glorious, blissful, divine sound, like the rustlin' of the universe's feathers as it picks up and takes flight?
Dr. Jensen: Uh…
Pastor Delilah: That's time, Sammy! Time's runnin' away from us, running away from here as far as it can go! So why don't you try 'n catch up, 'stead of sittin' here makin' apologies? (Mockingly) Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry! Parrotin' around like a parakeet, I do declare. (Laughter is heard from several voices) Now, now, let's get this started - I know there's things you wanna know 'bout what we know, ain't there?
Dr. Jensen: How'd you know that?
Pastor Delilah: Oh, honey, I know everything. Might as well ask those questions you're thinkin' of askin' myself. (Pastor Delilah's voice deepens and shifts in timbre to resemble that of Dr. Jensen) Now, first of all - what have you people got to do with this tunnel in my mouth?
Dr. Jensen: Let me guess - you want me to answer that question, don - uh, do you?
Pastor Delilah: Hey! I'm askin' all of the questions here!
Dr. Jensen: I see how it is. Well, I'm not that much of an expert on Fifthists, but…your goal, simply, is to bring about the rebirth of the world, right? The whole "worlds die in Fives" slogan, the suicide cult-ish aspect, individual rebirth - all for a common goal. And the entities that come out of the wormhole are good enough at reality-restructuring that they can bring that about - or, wait - or maybe the things that come out'a that there wormhole are just how us has-beens see one singular big cheese, one big-ol' god, the granddaddy of the universe itself and all the stars in the sky, just usin' the hole as a swimmin' hole to dip his divine toes into? Them that come out'a my pie hole are just toes! Well, who would'a - (Dr. Jensen pauses, gasping for breath)
Pastor Delilah: (Her voice has returned to normal) You ain't much of an expert on us Fifthists? What did daddy put in your tobacco this mornin'? You're right, right, right on! (Several cheers and loud applause can be heard, as well as several pipe organ chords. The tone of Pastor Delilah's voice quietens and takes on a serious, even tone.) You're unique, Dr. Jensen, and that's why you were chosen for this. You've got a purpose - one that's greater than all this that awaits you on land, those vampiric concepts that'll only tear you up and take the pieces to your own livin' Hell. And it's up to you whichever one you choose.
Dr. Jensen: Wait, wait - you chose me for this?
(Dr. Jensen abruptly wakes up, and immediately requests to see Dr. Pierce.)
<END LOG>
Interview Date: May 12, 20██
Interviewer: Dr. Ellie Pierce
Interviewee: Dr. Samuel Jensen<BEGIN LOG>
Dr. Pierce: I'm sure there's a reason you requested to see me, other than to just…sit around moping again.
Dr. Jensen: Don't take this as a show of forgiveness, Pierce. It's for the sake of the Foundation, not yours.
Dr. Pierce: Quite the champion of the greater good, aren't you? (Dr. Jensen glares at her) Anyway, find out anything new in church?
Dr. Jensen: Yes, I in fact did. It's pretty much obvious at this point that the people in my head are a branch of Southern Fifthism we never knew about before - but this is about that tunnel.
Dr. Pierce: Go on.
Dr. Jensen: Of course. That tunnel - it's some sort of a conduit, between this reality and the plane of existence that the Fifthists' god resides in. And apparently -
Dr. Pierce: Got it. So, nothing that wasn't already hypothesized. I think we're done here.
Dr. Jensen: Goddamnit, Pierce, why can't you just - (Dr. Jensen begins to cough)
Dr. Pierce: This interview's over. Have a nice day, Sam. (Dr. Pierce leaves without looking back at Dr. Jensen, and covers her face once she has left the containment chamber.)
<END LOG>
Additional Notes: Prior to this interview, Dr. Jensen was found to exhibit flu-like symptoms, including a fever of 41.6 degrees Celsius. Due to the impossibility of him taking medicine orally due to SCP-5295, Dr. Jensen was prescribed intravenous paracetamol and acetaminophen.
SCP-5295-θ "GLORY BE" Event Date: May 19, 20██
Foreword: The day before this event, SCP-5295's current containment procedures were enacted.<BEGIN LOG>
(Loud shouting and wailing can be heard from within Dr. Jensen's head.)
Pastor Delilah: Oh, no! No, no, no! Congregants, don't you cry, don't you cry on me! Sammy's here, see him? He's gonna put us back on track, stop us from goin' out of control. (Pastor Delilah pauses) Ain't you?
Dr. Jensen: What's the matter? Is everything all right? (Dr. Jensen pauses) This is…about the containment procedures, isn't it?
Pastor Delilah: It don't matter what it is, or what it isn't, or what it wants to be, or what it thinks it is - it just is, and the congregation don't like it, and truth be told I don't either, and you're the only one who can help!
Dr. Jensen: What can I do?
Pastor Delilah: Give 'em a sermon! A rousin' sermon, one that'll shake the foundations of this church and set all the atoms in this here distressed congregation the right way! You're a star man, aren't you? Give us some star talk! Come on up, come on up!
Dr. Jensen: Sure, sure.
(Dr. Jensen gives a lecture on several astronomical topics, which continues for two hours. Over the course of the lecture, all wailing gradually ceases, and several voices can be heard cheering and interjecting at various points. After the lecture ceases, loud cheering and applause can be heard, continuing even after Jensen wakes up.)
<END LOG>
Interview Date: May 22, 20██
Interviewer: Dr. Markus Lamar Peterson, Foundation-employed psychologist
Interviewee: Dr. Samuel Jensen
Foreword: By request of Dr. Pierce, Markus Peterson was brought to Site-75 and allowed to speak with Dr. Jensen to improve his morale.<BEGIN LOG>
Dr. Peterson: Hey, Sam. You feeling alright? I heard you were sick, and you really look it too.
Dr. Jensen: I'm fine, just peachy. You don't look that hot yourself, Mark.
Dr. Peterson: It's jet lag, mostly. And the meds they had me take before gettin' to see you. This was really short-notice, you know - Ellie called me sayin' you really wanted to talk to me. She knows how much I care about you.
Dr. Jensen: Pierce called you? Seriously?
Dr. Peterson: Yeah, and she was pretty distressed about it too. I could hear her cryin' over the phone, and she was still cryin' when I met her at the airport. (Peterson sighs) I'll be honest with you, Sam, I don't blame her. Nobody expects anomalies to just…pop up unannounced, even here.
Dr. Jensen: I guess we've just got to make the most of it, huh? Some folks here'll get a kick out of a new branch of the Fifth church, and (coughing) maybe get a bit of insight on pragmenia, am I right?
Dr. Peterson: Sam, with all due respect - nobody gives a shit about Fifthism or pragmenia. (Both laugh, before Jensen begins to violently cough) Seriously, though. All everyone here wants is to see you well, out, and non-anomalous, at some observatory in Hawaii gazin' at the stars like you always used to do. (Peterson pauses) At least, that's what Ellie said.
Dr. Jensen: You've got to be kidding me, Mark. A Humanoid Containment Specialist'd never say anything like that, especially not Pierce.
Dr. Peterson: (Rolls his eyes and sighs) Ellie told me about this, too. Look, Sam, I know you're mad about what happened with her - and to be honest, I was furious at her when that was announced.
Dr. Jensen: You couldn't have been that mad, I know you. I -
Dr. Peterson: Let me finish. You can't stay mad at Ellie forever - you've known each other for years, even before either of you came to the Foundation. If I can recall correctly, you two were dating when you were hired.
Dr. Jensen: We were close - we never dated. (Jensen stares ahead without looking at Peterson) But not close enough to excuse each other's lapses in morality.
Dr. Peterson: Shut up, Sam. I've got to tell you something. (Peterson takes a deep breath, closing his eyes) You know, Ellie looks up to me - as a sort of a father figure, or mentor…when you cut her off, she came straight to me for help. I still remember her face, real clearly - it looked like she'd been crying for hours. (Peterson sighs) That's…pretty much the only way I've seen her since back then. And it's gotten worse since you developed, uh…that thing.
(Jensen stares ahead without speaking)
Look, Sam. Ellie might act all cold and crass around you, but it's all just an act - she never stopped caring about you. She's one of the kindest people I've ever met, and you're putting her through Hell right now. It's time you knew that.
[EXTRANEOUS DATA REMOVED]
SCP-5295-θ "GLORY BE" Event Date: July 17, 20██
Foreword: In the weeks prior to this event, Dr. Jensen was not recorded to participate in any SCP-5295-θ "GLORY BE" events. Jensen's participation in this event is believed to be linked to his being diagnosed with stage 4 pragmenia the day before the event.(No voices can be heard, until Dr. Jensen speaks)
Dr. Jensen: What's going on here? It's so dark.
Pastor Delilah: Oh, hey darlin'. How are you?
Dr. Jensen: Well, uh…I'm fine, I suppose. Not as shitty as I feel when I'm awake.
Pastor Delilah: That's what this is all about, Sammy. Have a seat. (Some footsteps are heard, and Pastor Delilah begins to speak again) Sam, it's about time you gave your life a little thought.
Dr. Jensen: Yeah, I know. It's always that way when you're about to die. (He laughs. Pastor Delilah does not join him.) What? It's true, isn't it?
Pastor Delilah: It is true. But that's why it ain't funny. (She sighs) Sam, you've made yourself a real asset to our lil' church - to the whole movement, the faith itself. You've got the makings of a saint in you. But…you're 'bout to become a martyr.
Dr. Jensen: I didn't have a say in choosing that.
Pastor Delilah: What you chose doesn't matter. I'm just here to give you a bit of a helpin' hand, to let you know what's in store for you. Just so when the lights go out you've got a plan. (A quiet thud is heard) That's all for tonight, Sam. We'll see you soon.
<END LOG>
Interview Date: July 17th, 20██
Interviewer: Dr. Ellie Pierce
Interviewee: Dr. Samuel Jensen<BEGIN LOG>
Dr. Pierce: Let's just get this over with, SCP-5295.
Dr. Jensen: Ellie - (Dr. Pierce looks up in surprise) don't do that. I'm actually gonna co-operate with you this time.
Dr. Pierce: I - this is - well, I never really expected this from you.
Dr. Jensen: I know an apology won't really be enough at all, especially at this point, and I've got to admit that I still don't fully for - oh, fuck it. (Jensen stands up and embraces Pierce, beginning to cry) I'm sorry, Ellie, I really am. I'm sorry for being such a - a horrible person, and a -
Dr. Pierce: Shut up. (She begins to cry, and embraces Jensen) I forgive you, and I'm sorry too. (The two remain in this position until Jensen speaks)
Dr. Jensen: This is…kind of awkward, don't you think? My leg is kind of… (Pierce laughs)
Dr. Pierce: It's fine. I'm just…glad. You know?
Dr. Jensen: Yeah. (Dr. Jensen withdraws) But there is something I've got to tell you. About the anomaly.
Dr. Pierce: Go ahead, Sam. That's what I'm here for, technically. (Jensen sits down)
Dr. Jensen: Well…as you know, I'm going to die pretty soon. (Pierce lowers her head, still crying) Last night…the pastor of the church in my head talked to me for a bit, about that. She said…she told me I'd become some kind of saint, or a martyr.
Dr. Pierce: I heard that. It definitely has something to do with that tunnel - er, SCP-5295.
Dr. Jensen: Exactly. But what she said really worries more. (Dr. Jensen pauses) 'When the lights go out, you'll have a plan'…I really don't like what that implies.
Dr. Pierce: Neither do I. But at this point, all we can do is wait.
<END LOG>
Date: July 31st, 20██
Parties Involved: Dr. Samuel Jensen, Dr. Ellie Pierce, Dr. Markus Peterson, "Pastor Delilah," Dr. Tyler Umen
Foreword: This log recounts the incidents leading to the death of Dr. Samuel Jensen and subsequent neutralization of SCP-5295. Prior to this incident, Dr. Jensen was placed in hospice care for his pragmenia, which had recently intensified. No SCP-5295-θ "GLORY BE" event was recorded the previous week.<BEGIN LOG>
Dr. Umen: …last check-in for tonight until lights-out. Dr. Peterson, Dr. Pierce, are you gonna be all right staying here all night?
Dr. Peterson: We'll be fine. Thanks for asking, Dr. Umen.
Dr. Umen: No problem. Uh, one more thing - Dr. Jensen has a sort of…condition. Every once in a while, voices come out of inside his head -
Dr. Pierce: We know.
Dr. Umen: All right, all right, everything's fine then. Goodnight. (Umen leaves)
Dr. Jensen: (Weakly groaning) Night…
Dr. Pierce: Don't move around too much. (She grips his hand) We'll be here for you if you need us.
Dr. Jensen: Thank…you… (His eyes close, and he falls asleep. Peterson moves close to Pierce and places his hand on her back)
Dr. Peterson: It's hard, seeing him like this. Reminds me of my grandma, before she…(A tear falls from Pierce's face and lands on Jensen's hand.) Never mind.
Dr. Pierce: You're fine. (Pierce continues to cry, and Peterson's eyes begin to water. He stands up and looks upward. Neither speak for three minutes, until a SCP-5295-θ "GLORY BE" event is initiated.)
Dr. Jensen: Um…hello?
(A hazy, partially translucent figure resembling a human being composed of pink smoke, hereby referred to as Dr. Jensen, appears behind Pierce and Peterson. Another such entity, hereby referred to as Pastor Delilah, appears on the other side of Jensen's bed. Peterson jumps back in surprise.)
Dr. Peterson: What the hell is this?
Pastor Delilah: Oh, Sammy, Saint Sam Jensen! Welcome! (Pastor Delilah gestures at Jensen. She appears to hold a tool in her left hand.) Are you ready to ascend?
Dr. Pierce: A-Ascend?
Dr. Jensen: Ascend? What do you mean?
Pastor Delilah: Don't you play dumb with me, boy. You're gonna join my congregation, and I'm gonna tell you how. (Pastor Delilah passes the tool to Jensen) You know what you've gotta do, so do it! Skin yourself, that the fumes from your soul can rise up and join us in worship!
Dr. Jensen: Dear God…no. No, I'm not going to do that. I'm not one of you, I never wanted to be, I - (Jensen drops the tool, which dissipates on the floor)
Pastor Delilah: You ain't got no choice, boy! (Pastor Delilah digs its hand into Jensen's arm and tears a strip of skin off of it. Jensen writhes in pain.)
Dr. Peterson: Jesus Christ! (He attempts to push Pastor Delilah, but passes through her.)
Dr. Jensen: M-Mark?
Dr. Peterson: Sam? You can - you can see me?
Dr. Jensen: I can now.
Pastor Delilah: Who's this, Gil Scott-Heron? (Pastor Delilah extends her arm and grips Dr. Peterson's neck. Dr. Peterson cries out in pain and begins to choke.) This your friend, Sammy? One of those other men in black? Come on, 5-aint, you can do so much better. (Pastor Delilah throws Dr. Peterson to the ground. He groans and struggles to get up.)
Dr. Jensen: You fucking - (Jensen runs to Peterson, colliding with Pierce on its way.) Wha- Ellie? (Pastor Delilah tears another strip of skin off of Jensen's body, causing Jensen to writhe in pain.)
Dr. Pierce: This hasn't happened before! What the hell is going on?
Dr. Jensen: I'm dying, Ellie. And this lunatic wants my soul. (Pastor Delilah rips another strip of skin off of Jensen's arm, causing Jensen to fall on his knees. Pierce helps Peterson on his feet.)
Dr. Peterson: I'm not done with you yet, you goddamn bitch! (Peterson charges at Pastor Delilah, who produces a tool from her waist and throws it at Peterson. The tool becomes embedded in Peterson's shoulder and dissipates, leaving a visible injury. Peterson cries out in pain and falls to the ground again.)
Pastor Delilah: Sammy, tell your friends to pipe down. They's out of control right now.
Dr. Jensen: Don't tell me what to do. I'm your saint, aren't I? (Pastor Delilah shakes her head)
Pastor Delilah: You ain't nothin' yet, Sammy. You're just a bridge, a wobbly bridge from here to the incomprehensible, the world of the Fifth, the lskgicsch lsmngieshcn msdflujdth [UNINTELLIGIBLE]! The Fifth world beckoned, told you who your true friends are, and you let those men in black clog you up! You're dead, you're already dead, and your true friends are with me! Up there, up there, in the Fifth world! Ystlvhshnkg limnsgtshc jdlshisthm oplshcitxl mclsghtneslc!(A strong gust of air, seemingly forming a whirlwind around Dr. Jensen's body, forms in the chamber. Pastor Delilah shifts and oscillates in form, growing larger as Dr. Jensen grows smaller. Dr. Jensen's body catches on fire, and thick smoke begins to emerge from Dr. Jensen's injuries and floats upward. Dr. Jensen's eyes begin to glow pink, and smoke emerges from his ears and nose.)
Pastor Delilah: Well, well, well, well, well - looks like the big one himself's gonna pay us a visit. (To Pierce and Peterson) This is what you were keepin' from yourselves the whole time. The Fifth world, that world without men in black or politicians or teachers or students or gods or leaders where nothin's out of your reach! You're gonna see it, you're gonna see it born, you're gonna be raised by it, you're gonna die by it knowin' your sins and flyin' apart forever and ever knowin' you deserved it! (Pastor Delilah begins to laugh as Dr. Jensen's mouth opens. A dark form is visible deep below the surface of the gelatin)
Dr. Peterson: (Groaning in pain) You're not gonna…
Dr. Jensen: Stay down, Mark. I'm…thinking of something.
(Dr. Pierce runs at Pastor Delilah, holding a fire extinguisher. Screaming, she points it at Jensen's burning body and triggers it, extinguishing the fire. She points the nozzle of the fire extinguisher at Pastor Delilah and fires it at her with no visible effect. The wind within the chamber appears to weaken, and smoke stops rising from Jensen's body. The surface of the gelatin within SCP-5295 begins to bulge outward.)
Pastor Delilah: Oh, honey, you think you're doin' something? (Pastor Delilah moves her arm forward, sending Pierce flying backward) You ain't stoppin' anything, lil' miss. See? Here comes the harbinger now! (The surface of the gelatin breaks, and a black vine, possessing the anomalous effects of an instance of SCP-5295-1, emerges from SCP-5295. A massive reality failure occurs, with the chamber, Peterson, Pierce, Jensen, and Jensen's body fluctuating and changing positions - they start as fruits on the tendril, then droplets of liquid floating in space, then pearls in Pastor Delilah's necklace, then drawings on the wall of the chamber. Jensen manages to regain his initial form, and faces Pastor Delilah.)
Pastor Delilah: You can't change nothin', Sammy. Nothin'! You're already in the Fifth world, and your friends in black are with you here too. (Pastor Delilah opens her arms and gestures around her.) This is all you want, ain't it? This is where you wanna be! This is your fate, your life, your kdlsgth blknglsr Fifth! Why don't you skljgnt embrace it?
Dr. Jensen: I never chose this. This isn't what I want.
Pastor Delilah: You don't have a goddamn say in this! (She rips a long strip of flesh from Dr. Jensen's chest, which quickly becomes an infinite Fibonacci spiral of skin extending into the distance. Dr. Jensen does not react.)
Dr. Jensen: I never chose this. This isn't what I want.
Pastor Delilah: Oh, but it is, Sammy! You're a saint now, a lkdsghsk Martyr! You can't escape your fate, and the will of the lksgvdn Fifth! Can't you see that?
Dr. Jensen: (He steps towards Pastor Delilah, or approximately 55,555 kilometers) I never chose this! This isn't what I want! (The SCP-5295-1 instance bends slightly towards Pastor Delilah.)
Pastor Delilah: Stop repeatin' yourself! It don't make a difference! (Pastor Delilah completely peels an orange, exposing muscle tissue. Dr. Jensen does not react.)
Dr. Jensen: I never chose this. This isn't what I want. You know this, the Fifth god knows this, Ellie and Mark knew this, and I know it. I have no purpose here. I'm not a saint, and I'm not gonna be a martyr for the Fifth world. I never chose this. This isn't what I want. (The SCP-5295-1 instance grows several new tendrils and bends further towards Pastor Delilah.)
Pastor Delilah: SHUT UP! I've got you in the palm of my hand, boy, the palm of my hand! You're mine, you're Fifth, you're dslbnlk, you're a martyr, you're a saint, you're -
Dr. Jensen: I'm none of those things. I NEVER chose this! This ISN'T what I want! (Dr. Jensen advances several more kilometers towards Pastor Delilah. The SCP-5295-1 instance begins to wrap itself around her.)
Pastor Delilah: Try to believe, Sam! Try to believe! You're a martyr, a saint, one of us, a slkdvxmq ldclxpqxzm… (The SCP-5295-1 instance retracts within SCP-5295, taking Pastor Delilah with it. The Scranton Reality Anchors within the chamber begin to stabilize local reality, and the entity analogous to Dr. Jensen dissipates. On the bed, Dr. Jensen's body stirs.)
Dr. Jensen: E…Ellie? Mark? (He groans) Oh God…if you… (Dr. Pierce stands up and goes to Dr. Jensen's side. Peterson, struggling to get up and clutching his shoulder, does the same.)
Dr. Pierce: We're here, Sam. Don't worry. (She clutches Jensen's hand)
Dr. Jensen: Ha…It was…all just a dream, wasn't it? (He begins to cry) I'm sorry…
Dr. Pierce: Don't be sorry. You really shouldn't be. You're - You're a hero, Sam.
Dr. Jensen: (He laughs weakly) No…just…just a good lucid dreamer.
Dr. Peterson: Even so…you saved us both. You - (His voice breaks) you need a rest. Go back to sleep. We'll see you in the morning.
(Jensen closes his eyes. Pierce and Peterson stay at his side, both crying.)
<END LOG>
Additional Notes: Shortly after the death of Dr. Jensen, MTF Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") reached the containment chamber and collected Jensen's remains for analysis. Drs. Peterson and Pierce were quarantined until it was confirmed that they were not under the effect of any anomalous phenomena. SCP-5295 was re-classified to Neutralized.
