Nicki Knows

Thank you for your continued cooperation, USER_NOT_FOUND. Welcome to ØN-13.

Final clearance requires completion of the "Knows Test".

Please place you hand in the door slot. Do not resist the automated clamps.

Thank you.

Please wait… Please wait… Please wait…

INTERCOM: "I'm up! Jesus! Would you turn that fucking alarm off!? You know it takes me a while to get out of bed. Now-… hey, who's this?"

5606, please authorize this visitor.

INTERCOM: "No, hold on, I didn't hear anything about any tests tonight. I've never even seen this guy before! Who-"

5606, place your hand on the visitors wrist. Now.

INTERCOM: "Aah! God, my fucking ears! Look! Look, I'm doing it! Christ…. get me up at 2:00AM for this bullshit. Alright. Contact. Test initiated."

5606, does this person have a heart?

INTERCOM: "Yes, I can feel their heart beating. Now will you-… wait, hold on, that's… that's not-"

Thank you. USER_NOT_FOUND, please review the following document before entering the containment cell.

Item#: 2105
Level4
Containment Class:
keter
Secondary Class:
none
Disruption Class:
amida
Risk Class:
critical

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FN NIKNO03_12_ENG_24SD.SNC - TC 01:00:21:01 | Initial encounter of SCP-5606 and GOI-15.


Special Containment Procedures: If you are viewing this document, you have already cleared all required procedures to access SCP-5606. Please be aware, as a result of repeated deep-tissue scanning and microbial sterilization, you may experience lasting numbness and intermittent ageusia1.

Checkpoint 13, aka the "Knows Test", must be completed each time SCP-5606's containment cell is entered, without exception. Individuals who fail the "Knows Test" or otherwise attempt to access SCP-5606 without authorization will be terminated via automatic gunfire.

All testing, knowledge, and general awareness of SCP-5606 may only exist within Section-ØN. Upon exiting this area, you will be amnestisized.

Description: SCP-5606 is Nikita Ludo, a television personality from Jacksonville, Florida.

From 1994 - 1997 Ms. Ludo hosted “Nicki Knows”, a daytime talk-show formatted to resemble a therapy session. This hour-long program would feature weekly celebrity guests, each recounting childhood experiences and future aspirations in front of Ms. Ludo and a live studio audience. Dissimilar to typical therapy, Ms. Ludo would often criticize and berate her guests to the delight of her audience, revealing any lies or hidden details told throughout the interview with seemingly (and now proven) supernatural accuracy.

SCP-5606 is capable of C2M minor empathic communication, i.e. the exchange of emotions through physical contact. Under ordinary circumstances, SCP-5606 would be classified as a minor aberration under the SCP-AHR2, but due to extenuating circumstances SCP-5606 must remain within Section-ØN at all times, having become the target of a high-threat group of interest hereafter known as GOI-19, "Smiling Men".

To date, this group has made 27 attempts on Ms. Ludo's life, 25 of which have occurred within Foundation property. These attempts continue to escalate in scope, severity, and undocumented anomalous technology. The most recent assassination attempt, having utilized an undetectable micro-explosive implanted in the tear-duct of Security Officer Wills3, has left SCP-5606 with 3rd degree burns and loss of lower-body motility.

The full scope of GOI-19's global influence and degree of infiltration into the SCP Foundation is currently unknown. All attempts to trace GOI-19s activities and motivations have failed absolutely.

SCP-5606 is, currently, the only available means of detecting "Smiling Men".

Interview Log 01 - Personal Account of SCP-5606

Interviewer: Level 4 Research Director | Dr. Malcolm Adelard

Interviewee: SCP-5606 | Nikita Ludo


Dr. Adelard: When did you first realize you had these abilities?

SCP-5606: Oh, some time between the ages of five and go fuck yourself.

Dr. Adelard: I- excuse me?

SCP-5606: You're excused. Go on. Leave, and take your bullshit with you.

Dr. Adelard: Ms. Ludo, I'm not-

SCP-5606: How many years have I been here? How many thousands of hours of tests? And now, only now, are we actually talking to each other. Y'want to know why I think that is?

Dr. Adelard: We-

SCP-5606: You're out of ideas; and by God, you really must be desperate. Don't forget -

SCP-5606 holds up her right hand and wiggles her fingers.

SCP-5606: "I know you people. I know you, and what you think of me. I'm not even a person to you; I'm an asset. The only thing you really care about is the monsters.

Dr. Adelard: Ms. Ludo, your gift may the key to beating those "monsters". We need to help each other.

SCP-5606: And you've just been doing a bang-up job helping me, haven't you? Let's take a quick count, shall we? Eighty-three scars, sixteen pins in my spine, two kidney transplants, one dead leg and half my fucking face torn off from the twenty-seven times-

Dr. Adelard: Ms. Ludo-

SCP-5606: Twenty-seven times they've tried to kill me and you’re still using nets on those fucking things!

Dr. Adelard: Capturing one of those fu- capturing one of your assailants is also crucial to our mission, Ms. Ludo… and for the record, the nets are electrified.

SCP-5606: Shoot them. They aren't human.

Dr. Adelard: No, but they're living creatures, Ms. Ludo, and our primary mission is to study-

SCP-5606: No. Shut up. They are not "living". They aren't anything. You have no idea. You couldn't possibly understand what they are.

Dr. Adelard: Then explain it to me.

SCP-5606: Oh, shit, why didn't I think of that? Tell me, doctor, how would you explain color to a blind person? Or sound to a deaf person?

Dr. Adelard: Comparatively, and carefully.

SCP-5606: (…) God that's dumb.

(Three seconds of silence)

SCP-5606: Okay just… look, I'll try, but I don't expect this to make total sense. When I touch someone, it's like I can see - well, sense - a kind of energy around them. Call it an "aura" if you like, but don't mix it up with that crystal waving crap. It's real. It's like… a second shadow, or a silhouette, always changing shape and colour and… feeling. It twists into knots when it's anxious, and stretches up tot he sky when it's joyful. I don't know. The point is that this energy is honest. It laughs, and cries, and screams without restraint.

Dr. Adelard: And you can influence this aura, correct?

SCP-5606: Look- just- call it "energy", okay? And yeah, I can, but everyone can really. You're doing it right now.
Dr. Adelard: I don't understand.

SCP-5606: Yeah, I know you don't. [sigh]

(3 second pause)
SCP-5606: When people talk, or touch, or just… communicate, I suppose, the energy changes. It's like a hidden conversation people don't know they're having, influencing their moods and opinions and perspectives. Every text message, every one night stand, every passing fucking hello is that energy reaching out, merging, changing. It's like watching two blind statues molding each other. I just happen to have my eyes open; sculpting is a lot easier when you can see the clay.

Dr. Adelard: It must be frustrating, living with a world of "blind" people, especially when you were young-

SCP-5606: No. No no. Let's not, okay? One doctor to another? I'd rather not sit here through your sloppy psychodynamics, thanks. Short version: it was shitty. My parents humored me. Kids made fun of me. Everyone around me was "maturing", building layers of coping mechanisms and emotional masks and lies, and every day it became harder to trust people. After all, one touch and I'd know how they really felt. I didn't make my first real friend until high school, and she died when her mom smoked DMT and drove them both off an overpass. See, I knew something was wrong. I couldn't tell what, but I could feel it. I could see it. I just never… I didn't want to press. I just wanted to be a normal girl with a normal friend for once, and it-… it…

Dr. Adelard: (…) Nicki?

SCP-5606: God- fuck. Fuck! I've been in this box too long.
Dr. Adelard: Would you like to stop-

SCP-5606: No. It's-… let's just get through this . I decided to study therapy because clearly my abilities weren't enough. I worked hard. I graduated top of my class. I started my own practice, soaked up three years worth of emotional baggage, started drinking, stopped showering, sunk so low I went into couples counseling, and eventually just snapped and tore into this couple that wouldn't just fucking tell each other the truth!

Dr. Adelard: And that's when the tape surfaced, correct?

SCP-5606: Please, please don't tell me you have a copy. I swear to God, you better not include that shit in my file.
TRIM. HAVE NO SECTION TAKE TOO MUCH OF THE READERS TIME.

Change the mechanics of Nicki's powers. Nix the aura element. Discuss how emotions cannot be subtracted from their origin - and how the exchange of emotions is complex. You're not just sending and receiving sadness, you're giving and receiving the origin of that sadness, and it never truly goes away unless it's resolved.


Archival footage

(Interior - 133 Parkview - Former Therapists Office of Nickita Ludo)

(Camera is set on a bookshelf, half-obscured by a row of books and a small potted cactus.)

(A large vase is seen flying across the room before shattering out of shot. Ms. Ludo walks into frame, throwing her hands in the air).

Ludo: What the FUCK is wrong with you two!? It's all lies! Lies, all the way down! Nothing but LIES! It's ten thousand fucking layers of he knows, she knows, play acting BULLSHIT! And guess what? You both SUCK AT IT. You're both cheating, and you both know it! You've known for years, and now it's not even about trust anymore! Oh no, we're way, way past trust! It's just about winning now! You both refuse to jump ship because that would mean surrender, and you resent each other WAY too much to even give your partner that tiny glimmer of satisfaction! GOD! And-

(Two figures are seen trying to flee the office. Ms. Ludo chases after them, and grabs one of their arms. Muffled shouting is briefly heard before a loud shriek. Ms. Ludo approaches the bookcase, pushing books and ornaments to the ground before grabbing the camera.)

Ludo: And you've been FILMING THIS! As what- fodder for the fucking divorce court!? This is a place of healing, you HORRID FUCKING PEOPLE! HOW DARE YOU-

(A female figure approaches, and tries to grab the camera from Ms. Ludo. After a brief struggle, the camera is dropped.)

(3 seconds of static, then black.)

TRIM. NOT MUCH IS NEEDED TO EMPHASIZE THIS.

Interview Log 02 - Personal Account of SCP-5606

Interviewer: Level 4 Research Director | Dr. Malcom Adelard

Interviewee: SCP-5606 | Nikita Ludo


Dr. Adelard: I can understand why you'd be upset. It was a total violation of trust-

(SCP-5606 raises an eyebrow, and mockingly gestures towards all four corners of the room, and the domed security cameras in place there.)

Dr. Adelard: Yes- well- I like to think we've been transparent about-

SCP-5606: Oh shut up. Yes, obviously, I was upset. Anyone could see that- and in fact, everyone did see that, because those two bitter assholes gave the tape to America's Funniest Home Fucking Videos!

Dr. Adelard: At least this happened before Youtube.

SCP-5606: What-tube?

Dr. Adelard: Nevermind. So, they sold the tape.

SCP-5606: Yeah, and for the next two years I was known as the "Crazy Shrink". I couldn't get a patient to save my life. I was two missed rent payments away from calling it quits when the producers showed up. They pitched me "Hearts and Minds" - the pilot title - as this kind of zen feel-good daytime crap. All it took was one hand shake for me to know that, no, they just wanted to cash in on my 15 minutes. But I was broke, so, well, I gave them what they really wanted. I gave them a show.

CUT OUT AMERICAS FUNNIEST HOME VIDEOS. JUST HAVE HER BARRED. WORK IN A WAY THE PRODUCERS GET THE TAPE. POS. ONE OF THE PATIENTS KNEW A GUY.

—-

(Camera sweeps left over a large, semi-circular crowd, all clapping. "Nicki Knows" logo fades in with a video-vortex editing effect beneath)

(Medium wide shot of Nickita Ludo sitting in a large suade armchair. A male guest is laying on a reclining couch, hands folded above their chest.)

**CONTINUE - EXAMPLE OF 'NICKI KNOWS'

—-

SCP-5606: They loved it; the producers, the audience, the goddam advertisers, everybody loved Nicki Knows. I never had the same guest twice, sure, but I didn't need to. There was always a fresh celebrity thinking they could grapple with me, all cocksure they could cash-in on my fame without getting burned. Oh but I burned them. I burned them all.

Dr. Adelard: You enjoyed it, then.

SCP-5606: I won't say it wasn't cathartic. Also, y'know, all the money and fame and shit. It wasn't the worst time of my life. My star was on the rise, and there were talks about moving me to prime time before…

Dr. Adelard: Before?

SCP-5606: Don't make me say it.

Dr. Adelard: Ms. Ludo-

SCP-5606: Just roll the clip.

(Camera sweeps left over a large, semi-circular crowd, all clapping. "Nicki Knows" logo fades in with a video-vortex editing effect beneath)

Nicki Ludo: Welcome back everyone. Once again, I'd like to thank Mr. Jim Carrey for being with us today - and rest assured, Mr. Carrey, once you're off the set there won't be any more cameras.

(Audience laughs)

Nicki Ludo: Imagine, thinking your whole life was one big televised dumb-show? That's not psycosis, Mr. Carrey, that's called being a celebrity.

(Audience laughs)

Nicki Ludo: But that's enough red carpet for today - lets move on to the the state line! Please, give it up for the favorite son of North Carolina, Governor Maxwell West!

Audience claps. Camera follows a tall, well-built man in his 50's enter from stage left Ms. Ludo stands and claps. Governor West steps onto the show stage, smiles, and waves to the crowd.
In unison, Ms. Ludo and Governor West reach out to shake eachothers hands. At the moment of contact, Ms. Ludo's face goes completely slack, then horrified. Her body tenses, and she pulls her hand away suddenly.

Several moments pass. Several members of the audience laugh awkwardly. Ms. Ludo stands frozen while Governor West looks at her confused.

Ms. Ludo turns, and runs off the stage.

Broadcast cuts.

Dr. Adelard: Nothing?

SCP-5606: Nothing.

Dr. Adelard: No aura? No energy? No feeling at all?

SCP-5606: Nothing.

Dr. Adelard: I mean, that's certainly unusual, but your reaction was a bit-

SCP-5606: You're not hearing me. When I say nothing, I mean nothing. I've known abuse - little black shadows cradling themselves in the far corner. I've seen repression - thin grey lines hugging to the body like wax paper. I've even seen psychopaths, and their strange hollow outlines. They all had something, though. This? This was an absence, a void, a vast and total emptiness. There was simply nothing there - like I was shaking hands with a walking, talking skin suit

Dr. Adelard: Is that why you ran?

SCP-5606: What, off stage? Sure, but I didn't - I didn't "take off" at that point. No, I just went to my dressing room to collect myself; try and process what I'd just-… not felt. Ten minutes later there was a knock at my door, and a production assistant handing me a Rasberry Collins; my favorite. I assumed the producers sent it to calm me the hell down, but for the first time in years I wasn't in the mood. I left it. A few minutes later my agent showed up, cussing me out over the shit-show re-taping was going to cause and-… God, Jerry, that asshole… that goddam asshole..

Dr. Adelard: He drank it.

SCP-5606: As if you don't know. I'm guessing it was you spooks who cleaned up the body, right? After I'd watched him writhing on the floor, mouth foaming, slamming my hands into his chest like it'd fucking help… God… he had a wife… he was a cheating coke-fiend but-… fuck…

(4 second pause)

SCP-5606: I stumbled out of my dressing room looking for help. I shouted, but there was no one- no one in the halls during filming hours. You know fucking surreal that was? It was just me and… him. That man at the end of the hall. I just stared as he started walking towards me. Black jacket. Blue eyes. Square jaw. Brown hair. So totally ordinary… but my whole body went cold the moment I saw him smile.

Dr. Adelard: That's when you ran.

SCP-5606: That's when I ran.

//Source: Security footage outside Ms. Ludo's dressing room.

Note: All security footage during June 17th, 1997 was removed from the 'Nicki Knows' film lot, and incinerated. Select scraps / clips were recovered by Foundation assets following the event.

**CLIP 01 - BACKSTAGE: Several crew members are seen arguing with the director, gesturing at the cameras and the script. Three figures in suits approach from off camera. The crew now gesture angrily at these figures, but the director goes completely still. One figure looks at the security camera. Feed cuts.

CLIP 02 - MAIN SET: Production assistants and coordinators begin corralling the audience off-set, explaining that that filming has been suspended. Several are seen arguing, but are eventually escorted away. Three minutes of empty set are filmed. From all available entrances in unison, 16 members of the audience, along with the show director and previously seen suited figures enter the set, climb on stage and begin conversing. One audience member looks at the security camera. Feed cuts.

CLIP 03 - BACK-WEST STUDIO LOT: Ms. Ludo is seen bursting through exit. Her clothing is torn, and she is missing one shoe. She stumbles, then takes off into a run, leaping into her convertible and driving away. A male figure in a black jacket exits soon after, walking to where Ms. Ludo's car had been. He stands and stares in the direction she drove for several seconds, then looks back at the camera. Feed cuts.

SCP-5606: He was always there. Always. For the next two weeks, wherever I was, no matter how fast I drove… there he was in my rear-view mirror. Or at the front desk of the motel. Or on the front lawn, talking to the friend I was hiding out with. Always. He was like a machine! Like… Robert Patrick in that stupid robot movie- what was it-

Dr. Adelard: I know what you mean, Ms. Ludo. What made you choose Mexico?

SCP-5606: Panic? I was just running at that point. I fled the country almost by accident, and Mexico just happened to be closer than Canada. No direction, no plan, just… running.

Dr. Adelard:

Incident Report - SCP-5606 initial recovery.

Hotel Correo, Juárez, Chih., Mexico.

MTF-Zeta-12 "Black Baggers" dispatched.

Zeta-12-1 knocks on the motel door.

Zeta-12-1|Helmens: “Ms. Ludo? This is the Los Angeles Police. Please open the door.

No answer.

Zeta-12-1|Helmens: “Ma’am? This is the police. We need you to-”

Zeta-12-4|Roth: Wait, did you hear that? Quiet a second…

A faint clattering sound is picked up by the recorder, followed by a muffled scream and shattering sound. MTF-Zeta-12 immediately draw their sidearms and breach the hotel room.

Zeta-12-1|Helmen: LAPD! LA- Sir! Sir, put your hands up! Let go of the woman!

Bodycam footage shows a white male with his hands around Ms. Ludo’s throat, holding her up against the far wall. The man is trembling, and creating an inhuman, steady tone from his mouth. As Zeta-12 enters, he drops her and turns around. Both he, and Ms. Ludo are covered in blood and various injuries.

Unknown Male: Officers- officers, this is just a big mistake. She invited me back here saying she wanted to fool around- then all of a sudden she attacked me-

Nickita Ludo: He’s lying! He’s not even human! He’s empty! THEY'RE ALL EMPTY!

Unknown Male: See? She's totally batshit. Probably on drugs or something. I think I need to get to a hospital, so-

Zeta-12-2|Fields: Yeah you fucking do.

Unknown Male: Huh?

Zeta-12-2|Fields: Your arm.

The male figure looks sideways at his own arm, still being held up. The Radial bone is severed - the jagged edge extending out from a large gash by the elbow. While muscle is fully turn and exposed, no bleeding is seen. Subject shows no signs of discomfort.

Unknown Male: Ah.

Zeta-12-1|Helmen: Don’t. Move.

After several second, the man drops his arms in a careless, rag-doll manner. His features sag into a faint, steady smile. He begins to approach Zeta-12.

Zeta-12-1|Helmen: I said don’t move!

Male figure suddenly lunges forward. Zeta-12 open fire.

Figure is undeterred by gunfire. Feed is interrupted as Zeta-12-2, 3, and 4 are knocked down. The male figure proceeds to pin Zeta-12-1, and smashes it’s head repeatedly into 12-1’s own. Within seconds, both figures skulls have been severely fractured. 12-1 is dead, but the figure is still fully mobile, despite 23% of it’s brainmatter being exposed.

The figure attempts to flee out the front door. While running to the highway outside, the remaining members of Zeta-12 resume fire, destroying significant portions of the head and body. Figure slows it’s run, then begins stumbling, before finally collapsing to the ashvault. Subject continues to spasm for several seconds before disolving, leaving only a gas-slick like puddle and a set of clothes. MTF-Zeta report the puddle smelling of amonia, and quickly ‘evaporating’.

Interview Log 03

“Ten minutes? We know you fought it, but-… god. How did you survive? Why didn’t it kill you?”

“It tried. I was sure he was going to. I was coming back from getting a vending machine lunch and he just… was there, in my room. I tried to run, but he just picked me up and threw me across the room - like I weighed nothing at all. Then he had his hands around my throat and… and I knew I’d die. His hands were so tight, so perfectly steady… then he started shaking- like, trembling. He loosened his grip. When I opened my eyes… he was crying.”

“Crying?”

“Yeah. He was crying, because I was crying. I was afraid, and without knowing it, I was pushing those feelings to him. He started freaking out - like, actually freaking out. Screaming, smacking his head, clawing at his eyes. He couldn’t handle it. I had put something in that emptiness, and he had no idea how to deal with it. Then I hit him with a fucking chair. After that-… it’s a bit of a blur. I know he hit me- hard. Like really hard. Like I heard crunching sounds and blacked out hard. But whenever he touched me, I’d hit back - not just with my hands, but with poison. I made him feel what I felt - afraid for my life.”

“It didn’t stop him - not really. It just slowed him down, confused him. He was still going to kill me… then your goons showed up.”

“Those goons saved your life. A man died protecting you.”

“Save it. I don’t need to touch you to know what’s really happening here. Those things are in the government, aren’t they? It’s not just West. They’re everywhere, aren’t they?”

“You don’t need to worry about that, Ms. Ludo. We’re going to keep you safe.”

“Until they try Plan 28 and just nuke this place, or something. Do you even know what they are?”

“I believe we can conclude this interview. Thank you for your time.”

—-

Addendum: Note from Dr. Yale: Interviews with SCP-5606 have not revealed any new information. Additionally, we’ve yet to discover any other way of identifying GOI-15. I had lunch with Officer Kenan right before he, and two other security personnel tried to kill Ms. Ludo. He talked about his kids. He laughed just like Kenan laughed. Thirty minutes later, he was a puddle of acid.

I’m not sure I can even trust the security of this document. These attacks have been too well coordinated, too precise. It’s very likely they’re already among us. I can’t imagine how, though - every person in Wing-K is routinely checked by SCP-5606 herself. Seems like the council’s only answer is to keep tightening security - as if it will help.

No, right now, only SCP-5606 is capable of both detecting “Smiling Men” and imposing some form of psychological impairment on them. We have to find a way to reverse-engineer her abilities. We need a way to detect them, or we’ll never be able to trust another human being ever again.

—-

“Hi. Hey. Welcome. Grab a fucking chair. What kind of test do you need to run at 2 in the fucking morning, huh egghead?”

“(…) Hello? Are you-”

“It was so strange.”

“You-…”

“We never knew. We thought a smile was just curving your lips up.”

“P-please… please don’t-

“We never knew there was a world under your skin. We just wore the skin.”

“D-don’t-”

“Thank you, Nicki. Thank you for showing us how to feel.”

“Oh… oh god…”

Video Feed: Male subject is seen approaching SCP-5606. Figure’s face is deadpan, save for a very faint smile. Subject reaches up to their own mouth, and begins to pull on the sides of their mouth up hard enough to tear the flesh.

Video feed terminated.

Video feed deleted.

Alarm systems in full shutdown.

Smile, Nicki.

Smile.

GOI-15 “Smiling Men” are capable of imitating any human being to a perfect degree. Using an unknown form of assimilation, they are capable of assuming all memories, mannerisms, and physical qualities of a victim. This is achieved through a form of chemical manipulation - “Smiling Men” will adapt their physiology to imitate their victims on a cellular level. Using this same process, these entities will vastly increase their physical durability, instantly clotting gunshots and functioning post-decapitation. Once a “Smiling man” sustains significant damage to their physical body, or is backed into a no-win scenario (footnote, assured capture, immobilization, surrender to overwhelming force) they will dissolve their own bodies, leaving only base chemicals.

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