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Item #: SCP-XXXX

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: During its manifestation time, SCP-XXXX should be followed by one agent in a discreet civilian vehicle. Once SCP-XXXX stops, the surrounding area should be cordoned off under an appropriate excuse for the selected area.

Description: SCP-XXXX is a incorporeal 2001 Pontiac Aztec SUV located in Arizona, Nevada. At approximately 3 AM at least once a week, SCP-XXXX will manifest in front of a set location, and then begin to drive to another location, obeying all traffic laws and restrictions. The locations vary, but are usually those that are secluded and/or possess a visually pleasing view of the surroundings.

SCP-XXXX-1 is an incorporeal humanoid entity within SCP-XXXX, resembling a woman in her approximate mid-twenties. SCP-XXXX-1 has identified itself as a Sylvia Burrows, although no records of a woman with that name matching SCP-XXXX-1's description can be found.

SCP-XXXX-1 is either unwilling or unable to exit SCP-XXXX, remaining within it. SCP-XXXX-1 will silently observe the environment, although it will converse with personnel nearby if they initiate conversation. If SCP-XXXX-1 deems it particularly disruptive, it will demanifest until its next manifestation event.

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-1

Interviewer: Agent Yang

Foreword: This was the first interview with SCP-XXX-1. The location was an empty parking lot approximately 2 miles outside of SCP-XXXX's origin point.

<Begin Log>

Yang exits his vehicle and approaches SCP-XXXX-1, motioning for them to roll the windows down.

Interviewer: Excuse me ma'am, can I ask what you're doing here so late at night?

Person: No.

Yang: You are aware that this is private property, right?

SCP-XXXX-1 Fine, I just wanted some fresh air, alright? It gets hot in my room and the AC is crap.

Yang: Oh. Uh…

SCP-XXXX-1: Wait, who are you supposed to be? You don't look like a cop.

Yang: I'm private security.

SCP-XXXX-1: For a shitty, half-bankrupt cash for gold place? Bullshit. Were you the car following me?

Yang: …Alright, fair enough. I'm an agent for a organization specializing in the anomalous.

SCP-XXXX-1: What, like the X-Files?

Yang: I suppose so, yes.

SCP-XXXX-1: I don't know why, but I actually believe you. Alright, but what does the Illuminati or anything want with me? Swear I'm not an alien.

Yang: …Really?

SCP-XXXX-1: Really what?

Yang: …Sorry, I guess I thought you might have known. This whole parking lot's effected by a, uh, ontkinetic phenomenon. It's nothing dangerous, but you might notice you'll get slightly better mileage inside it. I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on it.

SCP-XXXX-1: Oh. Well that's kind of a waste for a parking lot, isn't it? So… do I have to leave or something?

Yang: Oh no, it's fine. You can stay if you want.

SCP-XXXX-1: Alright. Thanks, I guess.

Yang: So-

SCP-XXXX-1: Sorry, but I kinda came out here for just a little peace and quiet.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: SCP-XXXX demanifested, later reappearing at its next weekly manifestation. Agent Yang was determined to be acting accordingly to approaching an unknown anomaly.

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-1

Interviewer: Agent Yang

Foreword: SCP-XXXX manifested five days after its prior manifestation.

<Begin Log, [optional time info]>

Yang: Hello again. Sorry about last time.

SCP-XXXX-1: You again. Your top secret spymasters or whatever still have you in a parking lot?

Yang: Unfortunately, it seems to be that way for the near future. How about you? Sorry, I'm Yang by the way, Thomas Yang. Might as well be on a first-name basis if you know I'm a secret agent.

SCP-XXX-1: I guess so. I'm Sylvia Burrows.

Yang: Nice to meet you. Again. I guess the AC's still broken?

SCP-XXXX-1: What?

Yang: Your AC. You said it was broken last time?

SCP-XXXX-1: Oh yeah, yeah it's still broken. Just getting some fresh air.

Yang: …Alright.

SCP-XXXX-1 remains silent for twenty minutes. Given the previous interview, Yang later explained that he thought it would be wiser to wait for it to speak again.

**SCP-XXXX-1: So, do you live around here or something?

Yang: Hm? Nah, I'm from out of town. I actually live in Chicago, but I fly around a lot for my assignments.

SCP-XXXX-1: Was that a lie? You know, since you're a secret agent and all?

Yang: Heh, maybe. I'd probably get in trouble for saying that, truth be told. What about you? City girl, I'm assuming?

SCP-XXXX-1: Born and raised. Grew up in the suburbs, went to high school and college, here, got my own crappy apartment all right here. Haven't really left the area.

Yang: Huh. Don't like the area that much?

SCP-XXXX-1: It's a good city.

SCP-XXXX-1 remains silent for five minutes.

SCP-XXXX-1: I think I'm gonna head home. See you later, Thomas.

Yang: Oh, alright. Goodbye, Sylvia.

<End Log>

Closing Statement: SCP-XXXX demanifested at the end of the conversation.

SCP-XXXX-1 appears to be concealing some information. It may be something trivial, but it could prove to be important to understanding its mental state, and perhaps how it became anomalous. -Agent Yang.

Interviewed: SCP-XXXX-1

Interviewer: Agent Yang

Foreword: SCP-XXXX-1 parked beside Yang's post before rolling down the window, as opposed to Yang approaching it twice before. SCP-XXXX-1 manifested three days after its prior appearance.

<Begin Log>

SCP-XXXX-1: Hey.
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Yang:: Sylvia. Back like clockwork.

SCP-XXXX-1: Listen, I… I wanted to say sorry for just driving off like that last time. It's just- sorry.

Yang: It's alright. Though if I can pry a little further, I'm going to guess that your AC isn't really broken.

SCP-XXXX-1: Yeah. I wasn't lying about the fresh air, I just- You know, it's kind of cold outside tonight? You sure you don't wanna come inside?

Yang: Um… You mean your van?

SCP-XXXX-1: Yeah. Promise not to murder me or anything?

Yang: Uh, sure. Just give me a moment.

Out of view of SCP-XXXX-1, Yang equips and activates a hidden camera before proceeding to enter SCP-XXXX. Yang appears to have no difficulties doing so, despite its incorporeal nature.

Yang Uh, thanks. I like your van, by the way.

SCP-XXXX-1: Now I know you're lying. It's a piece of crap. But its the same kind of car that guy from Breakinfg Bad drove. So that's gotta be something, right?

Yang: I guess so. So what's got you driving outside so late? O like you said, so early.

SCP-XXXX-1: i… I don't know.

The two stay silent for 2 minutes. Yang examines a decorative dream-catcher hanging from the rear view window. Yang is unable to touch it.

SCP-XXXX-1: …You know, this is the only thing I've done outside of work, for like, weeks. And its not that I don't have a lot of free time or anything. I just have like, zero motivation for anything. My job's okay and all, but… I don't know.

Yang: You feel unfulfilled in life, is what you're saying.

SCP-XXXX-1: Basically. I mean looking out from the outside, it could be a lot worse. It's just, I feel like, I don't know, one of those things-cogs. That's it, a cog in the machine.

Yang: Hmm. What about friends, or family? Do you have anyone you know in the city?

SCP-XXXX-1: An ex, but we're not really on speaking terms. There's Lucy and Camilla, but… I don't know. They're always busy. One time I texted Lucy, and she didn't get back to me for two weeks. I realize everyone has things to do, but sometimes it just feels I'm not important. Or even invisible.

Yang: Makes you feel like a ghost sometimes.

SCP-XXXX-1: Yeah, I guess you could say that. Hey,are ghosts real? Since you work in a super secret spy agency or whatever?

Yang: …We call them spirits but yes, ghosts do exists. The causes vary. Sometime's they're looking for their killer, or have some unsolved issue still keeping them tethered here, or sometimes they just are. Sorry, but can I shake your hand for a moment?

The two manage to shake hands.

Yang: See, most ghosts are incorporeal. They wouldn't be able to shake hands just like you and I did. Sometimes objects can be taken along with them, like maybe the car they died in, but they're a little more tricky.

SCP-XXXX-1: Huh. Creepy.

Yang: So, I don't think you're a ghost. Unless you are. Are you?

SCP-XXXX-1 laughs.

SCP-XXXX-1: Definitely not.

Yang: Good to know. I suppose.

<Superfluous information redacted>

Closing Statement: [Small summary and passage on what transpired afterward]

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