Nicki Knows

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SECTION ØN - CHECKPOINT 13.
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Thank you for your continued cooperation, USER_NOT_FOUND.

Final clearance to SCP-5606 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: "Alright! I'm up! Jesus, would you turn that fucking alarm off!? You know it takes me a while to get out of bed. Now what-… hey, who's this?"

5606, please authorize this visitor.

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

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

INTERCOM: "Ahh! Jesus! Fine! Just turn that alarm off! I'm doing it! God… I can't believe I'm dealing with this bullshit at 2AM… alright. Test initiated, I guess."

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. Visitor, 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 microbiol 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.

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

Should SCP-5606 expire before testing is concluded, a global SK-Class "Dominance Shift" scenario will enter Phase-3, and become irreversible. In this event, please await instructions from the O5 council - disregard all other orders.

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. During this program, celebrity guests would spend an hour with Ms. Ludo recounting childhood experiences and future aspirations in front of 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. Currently, 13,791 empath-capable individuals are being tracked by the SCP-AHR2, making Ms. Ludo relatively unremarkable. Despite this fact, 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-

To date, this group has made 27 attempts on Ms. Ludo's life.

5606-GOI15-A2: SCP-5606 begins asphyxiating. Emergency tracheostomy is performed. Untraceable chemical toxin is identified in SCP-5606’s food scraps. Containment updated.

5606-GOI15-A12: Officers Loren, Hertz and Carter-Paulson enter Wing-D for their scheduled patrol. Hertz engages manual lockdown. Trio execute all other personnel within Wing-D, then attempt to breach the containment cell. MTFs converge and eliminate assailants. Containment updated.

5606-GOI15-A26: Officer Blachford is implanted with a micro-explosive during an extra-Foundation surgical procedure. Device is triggered once officer Blachford enters range of SCP-5606, killing him instantly, and causing near-lethal damage to SCP-5606. Containment updated.

Due to the nature of GOI-12, Foundation tracking and covert operations have proven impossible, as SCP-5606 is the only known method of detecting "Smiling Men".

Interview Log 01 - Personal Account of SCP-5606

Interviewer: Level 4 Research Director | Dr. Malcom 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. You can pick your disingenuous ass up out of here any time you like, because I know you people don’t give a crap about me or my story. I’m only here because of those fucking 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? In fact, let's take a quick count! 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 will also help us both, 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, thinking creatures Ms. Ludo, and our primary mission is to study abnormal-

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, even I don't know how to describe it- like, even to myself really. It's… uhg, okay, 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 bullshit. 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] Okay… 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: Interesting. It must be frustrating then, being in a world full of people "blind" to this conversation. Your childhood must have been-

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 it became harder and harder to trust anyone. 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 - it was like a ball of needles wedged under her rib cage, but she just-… she just kept smiling and laughing and-…

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.


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.)

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.

—-

(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.)

Dr. Adelard:

SCP-5606:

Dr. Adelard:

SCP-5606:

Dr. Adelard:

Dr. Adelard: ?
Then help me, Nicki. Help me understand.

(…) Uhg! Fine! Where do I even start?

The beginning, please.”+

“Fine… I’ve always been like this, since you asked. I didn't even realize I was different until grade school. Imagine, walking into a classroom expecting a community and only finding a bunch of little islands? People… people don't even realize-"

“Hmph. I didn’t make friends until highschool. Kathy and Gill-”

“Who?”

“Just some girls I knew back then- weird girls. We used to play this game where we’d sit back to back, blindfolded, holding hands. Kathy and Gill thought it was the coolest thing ever - they’d think something happy, or sad, or scary, then I’d take their feelings and-”

“You extracted their emotions?”

“Wh- no! Damn it, you know how it works! You’ve run a million fucking tests! Back then I only knew how to read emotions - I didn’t figure out how to send them until university.”

“Alright, tell me about that-”

“Then let me tell my story! God! The reason I went to university was Gill. Kathy was cool, but she just wanted to get into my pants. Gill… sometimes when we played that game, I’d feel… it was like a little fear that never went away, sitting right inside her chest. I could feel the shape of it, but every time I tried to share it with her… it was like touching a bundle of needles. It was a terrible feeling. I didn’t know how to ask her about it - she didn’t even really believe I had powers. She thought it was, like, a trick with reading pulses or something. I wish I could have convinced her… or just talked to her. She died in a car accident halfway through the school year. Her mom was drunk behind the wheel. If I’d just talked to her-”

“Ms. Ludo-”

“Yeah, fine, whatever. University. I went to study psychology; I wanted to help people, and I knew my powers weren’t enough.”

“So you practiced for six years before-”

“I swear to God if you keep rushing me, I’ll tell them you’re one of those smiling fuckers.”

“Please excuse me.”

“I graduated, and I practiced for six years, yes. I was a great therapist, by the way; and it wasn’t because of my abilities. I was just good at my job.”

“So, you’re saying you didn’t project positive emotions on your clients?”

“No! W-… well okay, sometimes, but only when they were really distraught! Besides, it’s not like I can tattoo a feeling onto someone - it only lasts as long as we’re touching. No, the ‘empathic’ shit was the problem, actually.”

“The whole point of therapy is creating a safe space where you can lay out all your vulnerabilities, y’know, safely. Right? The problem is, even in patients I’d been seeing for years and years, I’d occasionally shake their hand or touch their shoulder and- woosh! Oh nevermind! You’ve been holding all that back, huh? When I ask “are you feeling alright” and you say “oh yes!” you’re just lying to me, huh? Do you know how demoralizing that is!? Do you know how aggravating that is!?”

“Yes. I’ve seen the videos.”

“Oh fuck you. Fuck you!”

“I simply mean- yes, I-”

“No, no, you know what? It’s fine. Everyone else in the world has seen them. Hell, I think ‘Angry Therapist Roasts her Patients” had ten million hits on Youtube before they finally took it down.”

“You must admit, you were a bit harsh, and your tone was… well, it was an amusing video.”

“It was confidential, illegally obtained footage of a therapy session! And yes! I was calling that woman out for lying to her husband constantly, and she’s sitting there saying she’s loyal when I know she isn’t, and she tries to defend herself by secretly filming the session on her phone!? Textbook-low-self-esteem-validation-seeking-basic-bitch!”

“You can’t be that angry. That video got you your own talk show.”

“Pft. ‘Nicki Knows’. ‘Dr. Nicki teaches you how to Feel’. What a joke. I only took that shitty job because I couldn’t get any more clients. Nobody wanted therapy from the crazy, screaming lady from Youtube.”

“The show was fairly popular-”

“It was mid-day cable trash. I danced around for day-drunk moms and unemployed losers to watch. It was the off-brand junk-food of television.”

“Well, your lifestyle certainly improved.”

“Okay- okay yeah, it wasn’t bad. I did like having that much money, and fans, and meeting celebrities wasn’t-… well, I liked it while it lasted.”

—-

“Please describe what happened on June 18th.”

“Why? You’ve apparently watched all my videos.”

“Yes, I know what happened at the taping. I want to hear it from your perspective.”

(…) I’d just finished the ‘Positivity Minute’, and the audience was sitting back down. I introduced my guest and-”

“Governor West, correct?”

(3 second pause)

“Yeah. Him. He came out, all smiles. Normal looking 60-something guy in a suit. He sat on the reclining chair - y’know, the hole psychology shtick - and we talked. He seemed so normal. Painfully normal. He talked about his childhood, why he wanted to be a politician, just charming the audience y’know… then it was over, and we shook hands.”

“It was… god, I don’t know if I can describe it… when I touch someone, it’s like shaking two hands, y’know? It’s like suddenly I can see two people in front of me; there’s their body, then there’s, like… a shadow made of light. An aura I guess. It’s like this… bright silhouette, and it cries when it’s sad, or laughs when it’s happy. It’s their honest self, and the longer I touch someone, the clearer that person becomes.”

“When I touched West’s hand it was just… nothing. There was nothing there. No aura, just an empty space. When he smiled at me, there was no reason for it. No feeling. I don’t mean he was just a slimeball liar either - I mean there was nothing there. Like he was a robot, except there wasn’t even metal inside him! There was nothing! A total, absent void.”

“Did he sense you were aware of his… lack of feeling?”

“Oh yeah. I mean, he knew something was up, at least. You’ve seen the video. I practically screamed, and I pulled my hand back so hard it knocked over the lamp. I tried to play it off saying he just had cold hands but… well, if he didn’t at least suspect, he wouldn’t have sent those men to kill me.”

—-

“How exactly did you get away? From what we’ve seen these ‘creatures’ are incredibly tenacious-”

“If you mean the fact they’re unkillable monsters, yeah, it wasn’t easy. I was just lucky I got away from the guy in my dressing room. I actually survived by emptying my savings account and driving like hell. I didn’t actually stop for three days - and it was just to grab some sleep at a crusty-ass roadside motel.”

“Where they found you.”

(3 seconds of silence)

“Ah- sorry, I was just-”

“Know what? I’m done! You know the rest of the fucking story. You assholes were there!”

—-

Incident Report - SCP-5606 initial recovery.

Embedded assets within the U.S. government, military, and local enforcement reported a sudden, coordinated response from multiple off-books task forces, all focused on Ms. Nicki Ludo. MTF-Zeta-12 “Black Baggers” were able to track Ms. Ludo to the Suncup Rest Stop, where they encountered the first instance of GOI-15 “Smiling Men”.

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 like the governor- he’s empty! He’s a fucking zombie freak!

Unknown Male: See? She’s totally crazy. 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.

Unknown Male: Ah.

Zeta-12-1|Helmen: Don’t. Move.

After several second, the man drops his arms in a careless, ragdoll like manner. His features sag, and seem to default to a faint, steady smile. He begins to approach Zeta-12.

Zeta-12-1|Helmen: I said don’t move!

Male figure 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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