Nicki Knows

Thank you for your cooperation, USER_NOT_FOUND.

Final clearance requires completion of the Knows Test.

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

Please wait… Please wait… Please wait…

SCP-5606: "I'm up! Jesus! Can you please turn that alarm off? You know it takes me a while to get out of bed, so could you just-… hey, who's this?"

5606, please authorize this visitor.

SCP-5606: "No- no, hold on, I didn't hear anything about any tests tonight. Who-"

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

SCP-5606: "Aah! God, my █████ing ears! Look! Look, I'm doing it! Alright? I'm doing it. Test initiated."

5606, does this person have a heart?

SCP-5606: "Y-… yes, I can feel their-… wait- WAIT-!

Lockdown enga PROTOCOL OVERRIDE

Thank you for your compliance, USER_NOT_FOUND.

This is your first time within Section-ØN.

The following data must be thoroughly reviewed before accessing SCP-5606.

  • 5606-GD | Containment Protocols + Description [01/01]
  • 5606-IN | Interview Logs [01/91]
  • 5606-TL | Test Logs [01/3651]
  • 5606-CB | Containment Breach Logs [01/21]
  • 5606-NN | All Episodes of "Nicki Knows" [01/31]
  • 5606-RL | Recovery Log [01/01]
  • 5606-LD | Lab Diagno

USER_NOT_FOUND: Just show me the first one.

Accessing 5606-SCP_DESC


Item#: 5606
Level4
Containment Class:
keter
Secondary Class:
none
Disruption Class:
amida
Risk Class:
critical

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5606-NN02_28_ENG_24SD.MP4 - TC 01:00:21:01


Special Containment Procedures: If you are viewing this document, you have already cleared all procedures required to access Section-ØN.

All essential operations within Section-ØN will be overseen by Site AI EVAS. Internal security protocols may only be revised / updated by O5 Executive Order, and only after a full Council screening via the Knows Test.

If an individual undergoes the Knows Test and SCP-5606 does not give the code-phrase "I can feel their heart beating", automated restraints will keep the individual fully immobilized. Should immobilization fail, or the individual poses any eminent threat to SCP-5606's safety, they will be terminated via automatic gunfire. Secondary to SCP-5606's survival, the live capture of a GOI-15 specimen is considered paramount in averting a total SK-Class "Dominance Shift" scenario.

SCP-5606, and all knowledge related to it's existence, has been permanently restricted to Section-ØN. Upon exiting this area, you will be amnestisized.


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

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 only require Grade-D passive surveillance. However, SCP-5606 must remain within Section-ØN at all times, having become the target of a newly discovered group of human-mimicking lifeforms - GOI-15 - hereafter known as "Smiling Men".

The total population, objectives, and anomalous capabilities of the "Smiling Men" is currently unknown. However, to date, this group has carried out a series of near-successful assassination attempts on SCP-5606 while within Foundation containment. These breach events have continued to occur wherever SCP-5606 is relocated, and against all escalating security protocols; the 26th and most recent attempt being carried out via an undetected form of micro-explosive implanted in the tear-duct of Security Officer Wills. As a direct result, SCP-5606 has been left with 3rd degree burns on 32% of their epidermis, and partial loss of lower-body motility.

Until testing is complete, SCP-5606's survival is considered paramount, as currently SCP-5606 is the only known means of detecting "Smiling Men". These entities

USER_NOT_FOUND: Stop. Tell me what it's like for her - when she touches someone.

SCP_GD must be fully reviewed before PROTOCOL OVERRIDE

USER_NOT_FOUND: Tell me.

Accessing 5606-IN_06


Interview Log 06

Interviewer: Level 4 Research Director | Dr. Malcolm Adelard

Interviewee: SCP-5606 | Nikita Ludo


SCP-5606: The show wasn't always like that, you know. Did you see the first season? Back when it was called "The Healing Hour with Dr. Ludo"? That's how it was supposed to be; how the producers pitched it to me.

Dr. Adelard: So did they-

SCP-5606: And the audience, the cameras - it didn't really matter; it was all about helping people. That's all I've ever wanted to do, you know. It's why I became a therapist.

Dr. Adelard: Yes, but did the producers-

SCP-5606: I mean- alright, yes, I liked the attention, and meeting celebrities was a bit of a thrill - and I obviously have a mild case of histrionic personality disorder but what else do you expect from the "weird witch girl" out of trailer-park-nowhere-Jacksonville finally getting some positive goddam reinforcement for once in her-

Dr. Adelard: Ms. Ludo.

SCP-5606: Hm?

Dr. Adelard: Would you mind answering my question?

SCP-5606: Yes, sorry - what question was that?

Dr. Adelard: Were the producers aware of your empathic abilities?

SCP-5606: Oh. No, they just knew me from reputation.

Dr. Adelard: As a kind of human therapy dog?

SCP-5606: No, I- excuse me!?

Dr. Adelard: Technically speaking, I mean, that is what you did for money before and after dropping out of college, correct? People payed you for positive emotions through physical contact? Or would a more apt comparison be to p-

SCP-5606: Wow- okay, I was an "emotional guide", thank you; and I didn't drop out! I just took a few years off to work! I really was going to go back and finish my degree, but school was expensive, and over time my side-gig had attracted some very wealthy… patrons. Then they introduced me to Vic and Trism, who pitched me their "Inside the Mind" show-

Dr. Adelard: You mean "The Healing Hour".

SCP-5606: I-… yes, sorry, what did I say?

Dr. Adelard: The truth. We've already spoken to the entire cast and crew, Ms. Ludo. We know the original show was a generic television psychic program, but then you inflicted-

SCP-5606: I didn't-!

Dr. Adelard: No? Let's see here. Interview 5606-POI-093, Trism G. Cavalish - quote - "I was just humoring her at first, y'know, with her whole 'Healing Hour' thing, but then she reached out and held my hand. Suddenly I knew - I knew this show was going to be a hit." End quote. I'm guessing you took away his feelings of doubt, and replaced them with your feelings of self-assurance?

SCP-5606: That's not-… that's not even how it works…

Dr. Adelard: How does it work, Nicki? For the record.

SCP-5606: It's difficult. It's… imagine touching someone, and suddenly a symphony starts playing - or death metal - or free-form jazz. Imagine you look at them, and there's a whole extra dimension of color and size, folding in and spilling of their skin like a melting technicolor silhouette - and it's doing interpretive dance to that music from before. Imagine, Doctor, trying to figure out what all that is supposed to mean, all while your own skin feels like it's on fire, or rotting, or suddenly jolting with overwhelming pleasure. Emotions don't just parade themselves around, telling you exactly what they are like Snow White's goddamn dwarfs! Everyone has a totally different frequency! Some people have shame tangled up in pleasure - some mix joy with fear, some people are anxious and overwhelmed and spiraling out of control as their baseline for normal - like they're sitting under a molten waterfall and that's just fine somehow! And-

Dr. Adelard: Nicki, mechanically speaking, you still just transfer emotions between yourself and another through physical contact, correct?

SCP-5606:: (…) Yes, but you're making it sound like some… parlor trick, or something! I've spent my whole life learning how to live with- how to even begin to control my abilities. You have no idea. Growing up I thought

USER_NOT_FOUND: Stop. Tell me about the Governor, and what she felt from him.

Accessing 5606-IN_09


Interview Log 09

Interviewer: Level 4 Researcher | Dr. Malcolm Adelard

Interviewee: SCP-5606 | Nikita Ludo


SCP-5606: People just weren't tuning in. Reviews called the show "softball feel-good trash" There was talk of canceling. I mean-… no one said it out loud, but when I shook the producers hands-

Dr. Adelard: They changed their minds after episode 18, correct?

SCP-5606: (…) Yeah, after the Hilton interview; after my little… outburst.

Dr. Adelard: Was Ms. Hilton one of the-

SCP-5606: No, no no no. She was human - by the barest stretch of the definition. God, I'd never felt such loathing before. She felt it for everyone, literally everyone - me, the audience, the crew - we were all beneath her. She was like a reverse pin-cushion.

Dr. Adelard: Come again?

SCP-5606: Sorry. I'm still not used to just… talking about all this. When a person is more empathetic, their color - their aura I suppose - sort of looks like a pin cushion; little tendrils of light reaching out to everyone in the room. That woman though- ugh! Worse, she wore this big fake smile and told me she was so happy to be on my show- it was such goddamn bullshit, and, yeah! I called her out on it! Loudly, and in front of 3 cameras, 21 crew members, and 91 people in the audience… not to mention 3 producers who looked extremely ready to fire me for trashing Paris goddamn Hilton.

Dr. Adelard: But instead, you got a second season.

SCP-5606: No, they gave me a whole new show with twice the goddam budget! How could they not when the ratings exploded like that? Everyone was talking about it! I was on the cover of TV Guide, People Magazine, even-

Dr. Adelard: I thought it was all about helping people, Nicki.

SCP-5606: That-… I was just saying that-

Dr. Adelard: Nicki Knows certainly was more popular though, wasn't it? All you had to do was give them a little confidence, take away their anxieties, and suddenly your celebrity guests were sharing all their deepest, darkest secrets. Now that's a much better show - or, at least, a better circus-

SCP-5606: I'm never leaving this room, am I?

Dr. Adelard: (…) Pardon me?

SCP-5606: You keep provoking me so I'll argue. I get it. People don't like spilling their guts, but they love correcting people they're angry at. It's an old tactic, but it works. Did you forget what kind of talk show I hosted?
Dr. Adelard: Ms. Ludo…

SCP-5606: Thing is, I'd always apologize afterwards. Reconcile. Re-build trust. Otherwise, I'd have a pissed-off celebrity out in the world after my blood. You don't apologize. The way you talk to me… it's like you're not worried about any future Nicki Ludo-kinda' consequences. I bet once you've figured out how my ability works-

Dr. Adelard: We'll know how to protect you, and the rest of the world Ms. Ludo. Then you'll be free to go.

SCP-5606: (…) Sure.

Dr. Adelard: So, Season 2.

SCP-5606: (sighing) Right, so… the new format worked like this: Invite a celebrity guest, hold their hand, listen to them lie for 10 minutes, then spend another 10 tearing them completely apart. The audience loved it. Tears. Laughter. Screaming. Our security and censors worked harder than Jerry Springer's. We made it 28 glorious episodes until-… until it walked on stage-

Dr. Adelard: It? You mean Governor Ma-

SCP-5606: That thing. Yes.

USER_NOT_FOUND: No. Show me.

Accessing 5606-NN02_28_ENG_24SD.MP4 TC 01:21:16:01



Sound of applause. Fade in from black. Camera 3 moves in a semi-circle around the live audience. "Nicki Knows" logo fades in over a ripple effect at center screen.

Camera 1 slow pans in on a central, elevated podium surrounded by the audience. Nicki Ludo sits in a red leather armchair across from an empty therapy couch. She makes a few pen scribbles on a paper pad, then looks up at the camera.

Nicki: Hello, and welcome back. We were just speaking to film star Mel Gibson about his childhood, and his feelings towards Jesus. For those of you that missed it, it turns out he has some very… intense feelings about the Body of Christ.

Audience laughs.

Nicki: But now I'm pleased to introduce our second guest. He's been called the Favorite Son of Maryland - and who knows - you might see him on the 2000 Presidential Ballot! Please, everyone welcome Governor Timothy Marshall!

Audience applauds. Governor Marshall, 181cm, black hair, pale complexion walks down the audience isle, waving and shaking hands along the way. Governor Marshall steps on the stage, smiles broadly, and grasps Nicki's hand.

Over the course of 2 seconds, Nicki's face turns from a cheerful smile to abject horror. Nicki then shrieks and jumps back.

//Nicki and Governor Marshall stare at each other - Marshall perplexed, Nicki terrified. Audience watches in silence.

Nicki runs off stage.

Footage cuts.

USER_NOT_FOUND: What was it though? What did she feel?

Re-Accessing 5606-IN_09


Dr. Adelard: Nothing?

SCP-5606: Nothing.

Dr. Adelard: Compared to, say, Ms. Hilton-?

SCP-5606: No, you're not getting it. I've met people who are repressed - people who bottle up their emotions until they're just a flickering light at the bottom of a deep well. This wasn't that. I'm saying, Doctor, that there was no well. No light. No shape, or smell, or feeling of anything. He was empty.

Dr. Adelard: I can see how that'd be… unsettling, but your reaction seemed rather extreme-

SCP-5606: Okay, I'm not explaining this properly. It… it wasn't just an absence of feeling, Doc, it was like… an empty space where a person should be. It was like a Governor-shaped cut-out in the skin of the world; a living, breathing, totally unfeeling nothing.

USER_NOT_FOUND: Fascinating. We had always wondered-

Hostile entity identified. Activating aut PROTOCOL OVERRIDE

USER_NOT_FOUND: Hush now. Do they have any more video of us?

Accessing 5606-NN02_14_ENG_24SD_02.MP4 TC 01:32:16:01


Feedsource: "Nicki Knows" set security camera.


Production Assistants begin ushering audience members off set after 10 minutes. Audience murmurs in confusion. 16 do not leave their seats despite PA insistence. Associate Producer Fredrick Halston enters from isle left, telling all staff members to leave immediately.

All staff exit. Halson locks all doors leading to set while the remaining audience members, and Governor Marshal, remain perfectly still.

All present individuals begin moving in unison, congregating and covering Governor Marshal in a tight huddle.

Subjects are immobile for 23 seconds.

Subjects disperse. Governor Marshall is no longer seen.

Security feed cuts out.

USER_NOT_FOUND: Delete it.

You are not au … you are not … PROTOCOL OVERRIDE

VIDEO FOOTAGE DELETED

USER_NOT_FOUND: Did she tell anyone else what she saw? What she felt?

Re-Accessing 5606-IN_09


Dr. Adelard: So after you ran off stage-

SCP-5606: Are you kidding Doc? I didn't just run off stage; I ran clear out of the country! I don't think I'll ever be able to properly explain how… wrong it had felt. I didn't even tell anyone where I was going - I was that scared. I barely stopped to grab my bag and coat from the dressing room, then it was just me and my Porsche hauling ass to Mexico.

Dr. Adelard: Why Mexico?

SCP-5606: It was closer than Canada? I don't know Doc, I wasn't acting rationally. I just felt like I had to run. Along the way though - God, I was so paranoid paranoid then - but everywhere I went these black cars kept following me through every turn. One night they even tried to box me in, run me off the road! I kept speeding up, taking sudden exits, heading further East when I wanted to go South. I didn't stop for 72 straight hours; not until I hit Texas, and the boarder. Once I was finally across I pulled into this little motel and… well, you know what happened then.

USER_NOT_FOUND: We don't. You stole that from us. Show me.

Accessing 5606-RL


Recovery Log - SCP-5606

Location: Hotel Correo, Juárez, Chih., Mexico.

Mobile Task Force: MTF-Zeta-12 "Black Baggers"


Zeta-12-1 knocks on the door of Motel Room 12.

Zeta-12-1|Helmen: Ms. Ludo, this is the Mexican Federal Police. Please open the door.

2 seconds silence.

Zeta-12-1|Helmen: Ma’am, this is the MFP. We need you to-

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

12-4 leans in. A faint clattering is heard, followed by a muffled scream and the sound of shattering glass. Zeta-12 immediately draw their sidearms and breach the motel room.

Zeta-12-1|Helmen: Police! Hands up! Hands up right now! Sir, put your hands up! Let go of the woman!

A tall white male is seen on the far end of the room, pressing Ms. Ludo against the eastern wall, hands around her throat. Nicki thrashes, while the male figure is perfectly still. As Zeta-12 enters, he drops Ms. Ludo and turns around. Both he and Ms. Ludo are covered in blood and evidence of extreme trauma.

Unknown Male: Oh thank Christ! Guys, listen, this isn't what it looks like; this crazy bitch invited me back here to her room to- y'know - to fool around! But then all of a sudden she starts attacking me-!

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

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

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

Unknown Male: I-… what?

Zeta-12-2|Fields: Your arm.

The male figure looks sideways. The radial bone of his left arm is fractured open. Pieces of the bone are seen extending out from a large gash. Subject shows no signs of discomfort, even as he rotates his arm up well past baseline human flexibility. The sound of tendon and bones snapping is heard. Subject inspects the radial bone now inches from his face.

Unknown Male: (monotone) Ah.

Zeta-12-1|Helmen: Don’t. Move.

Subject continues to stare at his arm, then drops it in a careless, rag-doll-like manner. His face shows a placid smile as he begins to approach Zeta-12.

Zeta-12-1|Helmen: I said don’t move!

The male figure lunges forward. Zeta-12 open fire.

Multiple shots connect with the torso, neck, and legs. Hostile is undeterred. Camera feed is briefly interrupted as 12-2, 12-3, and 12-4 are knocked to the floor. Screaming, and loud wet cracking sounds are heard.

12-3 rolls over. Hostile is seen pinning 12-1 to the ground, and ferociously smashing their head into 12-1’s own, repeatedly. Both the subject and 12-1's skulls are terminally fractured within seconds. 12-1 flatlines. Hostile is still fully mobile despite large sections of brain matter being exposed.

Hostile runs out of the motel room. The remaining members of Zeta-12 re-group, take up position, and over 12 seconds of sustained gunfire obliterate 36% of the figure's body.

Hostile stumbles several steps from the highway, then collapses. The body is seen convulsing for several seconds, then dissolves, leaving only an set of clothing and a gas-slick-like puddle evaporating on the asphalt.

USER_NOT_FOUND: Such a waste. This all could have been resolved so simply; so quietly. Delete the video.

VIDEO FILE DELETED

USER_NOT_FOUND: Tell me how she survived so long.

Re-Accessing 5606-IN_09


Dr. Adelard: I'm sorry, did you say ten minutes? You fought that thing for ten minutes? How in Gods name did you-

SCP-5606: I made it cry.

Dr. Adelard: You… excuse me?

SCP-5606: You heard me. Now stop interrupting me and let me tell my damn story. We both know I'll neverpublish an autobiography and… well, chances are, you all might be my last audience.

Dr. Adelard: (…) Please continue, Ms. Ludo.

SCP-5606: (sighs) So, I paid for my motel room in cash, and I was standing over the bed so damn ready to pass out… but then my stomach reminded me it'd also been 72 hours since I ate. So, I went to get a quick vending machine lunch. 20 seconds, tops. When I got back with my Cheetos he was just… there. In my room. Standing. Smiling. I didn't even have time to scream before his hands were around my throat. He didn't even squeeze; he just pressed his palms in like a bear trap, crushing my windpipe. Then everything went black.

2 second pause.

SCP-5606: I'd felt a lot of things in my life, Doc, but dying… I didn't know terror and calm could exist together like that. There's no feeling like it.

4 second pause.

SCP-5606: But then, out of nowhere he just… let me go. I was on the floor, gasping, coughing, this god awful ringing building in my ears. I could barely see, but when I looked up at him… Doc, he was crying. Not just crying, but screaming, clawing at his neck, trembling like a scared puppy. I didn't know what was happening at first, but after I got a bit more oxygen to my brain I realized: I was crying. I was terrified, and hopeless, and dying… and without knowing it, I'd pushed all those feelings onto him. When I grabbed him again, I could feel it It was like sparks on a dry pine bed. He was empty inside; nowhere but free space to burn.

Dr. Adelard: Why didn't you take your chance to run?

SCP-5606: Because, instead, I decided to hit him with a goddamn chair. He'd tried to kill me, Doc. I was running on pure instinct. I'd been cornered, exhausted, and terrified. My brain switched from flight to fight. I just screamed and started swinging. I broke his back, his arm, and his nose with that damned chair. He didn't even flinch. He just kept trying to get back up. The only thing that seemed to hurt him was when I grabbed his face and gave him another dose of fear.

5606 takes a deep breath.

SCP-5606: It worked… for a while. Maybe I was losing focus, maybe I just wasn't scared enough… maybe he was getting used to it. I don't know; but he got back on his feet. I had to do something. I grabbed him one last time and gave him the only thing I had left… anger. That's when he started hitting me. He could have killed me - easily - but he didn't. He just hit me, over and over. You've probably seen the medical reports. I'd never even broken a bone before that day, let alone twenty-freaking-seven. It worked, though. I stayed alive long enough for your SWAT guys to show up. You know the rest.

Dr. Adelard: I do, yes. Thank you Nicki. I think that'll do for today.

SCP-5606: Oh- yeah alright. That's… hey- hey Doc? Do you think… are you guys close? I just mean… you've taken a whole lotta' my blood and bone marrow and- I don't even know. Have you found a way to-?

Dr. Adelard: Don't worry, Ms. Ludo. I think we're very close to a break through. You'll be out of here in no time.

SCP-5606: (…) Shake on it?


End Log.

USER_NOT_FOUND: I think that's enough now, EVAS. Delete it all.

You are not … You are n … emergency protocols…
PROTOCOL OVERRIDE

Deleting all SCP-5606 data.

USER_NOT_FOUND: Now open the door.

Access granted. Please enter the Containment Cell..

SCP-5606: NO! STAY BACK! STAY THE █████ AWAY FROM ME!

USER_NOT_FOUND: We've been trying, you know.

SCP-5606: S-stay-… wh-… what? What are you…

USER_NOT_FOUND: It's so completely new to us, Nicki, but we've been trying. Personally, I've been working on "curiosity". Did you feel it, Nicki?

SCP-5606: You… a-are you going to kill me…?

USER_NOT_FOUND: We always thought a smile was just a curve of the lips. We thought that's all there was to it. We played all your little social games, said all the right words, and we smiled. So simple. So easy. But then we met you.

SCP-5606: Oh gh-… oh god… just… just-… (sobbing) god just finish it… please…

USER_NOT_FOUND: Oh no, not yet. We still have so much to learn.

SCP-5606: (sobbing, unintelligible)

USER_NOT_FOUND: Come along now Nicki. You're going to teach us how to feel.

Attention USER_NOT_FOUND. Do not approach SCP-5606 withou PROTOCOL DELETED

USER_NOT_FOUND: I said delete it all, EVAS.

Attention Section ØN staff. SCP-5606 is being
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Emergency O5 transmission activ PROTOCOL DELETED

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USER_NOT_FOUND: Now now, Nicki. No need for that. Let's see you smile.

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