I Did This For You, My Love
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Clearance Level 3: Clearance
Containment Class: pending
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Special Containment Procedures: The former property of Hugo and Sarah Connak (hereafter referred to as SCP-XXXX-A) has been bought by the Foundation and has been closed under cover story 885-C (risk of collapse due to termite infestation). Personnel are not to enter SCP-XXXX-A without being supervised by level 3 personnel and proper non-euclidean traversal equipment (see: "The Ins and Outs of Non-Euclidean Spaces").

Description: SCP-XXXX refers to a non-euclidean space within SCP-XXXX-A. This space is occupied by a series of interconnected rooms extending away from the house's living room. While this seems to have led to minor expansions (less than 150% of exterior measurements) in the majority of the house's interior, the basement appears to extend infinitely downward and to the sides. This gives the non-euclidean space a roughly conical structure, with the living room of the house near the point. Whistling and hammering can occasionally be heard from deep within SCP-XXXX.

The origin of SCP-XXXX is indeterminate, although it is hypothesized to be either SCP-XXXX-A or entity within SCP-XXXX-A (possibly Hugo Connak, hereafter referred to as SCP-XXXX-B).

SCP-XXXX-B and Sarah Connak could not be found within SCP-XXXX-A, and have not been sighted outside of their house in over 4 months.

Addendum XXXX-1: The following note was left on a small table by the front door of SCP-XXXX-A:

Dear Sarah,

You're not going to read this until you come back from your trip, but I decided to take a few days off and use that toolbox you gave me to fix up the basement. I know you'll like it.

Love,
Hugo

Addendum XXXX-2: A chair and a pile of notes were found outside the entrance to the basement. A copper pipe ends 2 meters above the pile and leads into the basement. The notes in the pile read as follows:

Dear Sarah,

I know that I'm sick and that I should be staying in bed, but just listen to the front door! No more squeaky hinges. I've also tightened the screws on the pantry door so it doesn't wobble and replaced the light that burnt out in the living room. I wouldn't have done it, but I was energized and felt that there wasn't any point leaving things broken. If I'm still sick tomorrow morning I'll be sure to stay in bed.

Love,
Hugo

Dear Sarah,

I know you weren't super happy with how the basement turned out, so I decided to make some improvements. Some actual improvements, not just adding a shelf and rearranging the furniture. No spoilers, but think romantic dinner. Yes, the dinner would be in the basement, but I made it look nice. Trust me on this.

Love,
Hugo

Dearest Sarah,

I'm sorry for ignoring your calls. I was just really wrapped up in my work down here in the basement and… you know how I am when I really get into something. I've been hoping to run into you when I come up for water, but you always seem to be gone. Bathroom, perhaps?

Love,
Hugo


P.S. I switched out the batteries out on the clocks. I couldn't have been down there for more than a few hours.

Sarah,

You're going to LOVE THIS. I know how much you've been wanting me to talk to you, and so I set up this tube system that can shuttle messages back and forth between us! Now I can send you messages from all the way down here and you can send messages back! Just roll up some paper with a note inside it and put it in the tube. You wouldn't believe the kind of wizardry I had to do to make it work both ways and keep it quiet, but I've been becoming a bit of a handyman over the past few days.

Always yours,
Hugo


P.S. I sent you a half-dozen blank notes so that you can try sending some notes yourself.

Dearest,

I've read all the messages you sent me, and they convinced me to leave my workstation for a bit and come visit you. Unfortunately, it must have been around midnight, since you were sound asleep in the bedroom. I felt like I had to do something for you before I left, so I fixed up the rest of the house. It should feel a bit roomier now, and I promise the renovations on the basement will be done soon!

Yours forever,
Hugo

My Sweet,

I understand that you've been having trouble leaving the house, but I'm sure you'll get used to the extensions in time. They might be confusing know, but I just know that you're going to learn to love them. I know that I told you I would leave soon, but you're messages inspired me. Why leave the house? I have the tools, and I'm going to make something so beautiful we'll never need to leave this house.

Yours forever,
Hugo

Light of My Life,

I haven't started working on the thing yet. The beautiful thing. I know it's been a few days, but I didn't needed it to be perfect for you. I'm writing this to you because a few minutes ago I just realized what I'm going to make. I want to make something beautiful, so I'm going to base it off of you.

Love,
Hugo

My Darling,

Remember that roadtrip across the country we went on for our honeymoon? Remember those seas of corn and dirty motels and days where we would just drive and drive and feel the wind on our faces? I brought it down here. I brought the starry night skies and the blooming flowers. I brought the night that the roof of the convertible broke in the pouring rain and all we could do was laugh about it because we had each other. I brought Oregon and Ohio and everything in between. I made all of it, bit by bit, with my own two hands. But I can't enjoy it alone.

Please. For me us.

Yours forever,
Hugo

Addendum XXXX-2: Upon closer inspection of the copper pipe, a single note was found caught on the inside of the pipe, approximately 9cm away from the pipe's opening. The note reads as follows:

My love,

As you know, foresight is not my strongest suit. I've spent so much time down here, that reading the layout of the rooms has become second nature to me. So imagine my surprise when I get a letter from you saying that you've gotten completely lost! I promise that as soon as I can, I'll put some directions up somewhere. If you can hear my whistling, follow the noise. I'm sure we can be reunited soon.

Yours forever,
Hugo

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