Height: 1.92 m
Weight: 79 kg
Hair: Brown mackerel tabby
Notes: Highly cooperative. Currently shows signs of depression due to extended isolation. Has refused meeting with Foundation psychologists. Potentially willing to divulge sensitive information out of concern for SCP-2085 and fellow SCP-2085-A subjects.

Entry interview

Researcher ██████: Please state your name for the record.

SCP-2085-A-3: Aisha Clan-Clan.

Researcher ██████: What can you tell me about your friend Wizard’s condition?

SCP-2085-A-3: Oh, Red. It’s… well, it’s not very pretty. Wizard doesn’t like talking about it a lot, doesn’t want to make a lot of trouble about it and make us worry about him. But we know what to do in case it starts acting up.

Researcher ██████: And what do you do when that happens?

SCP-2085-A-3: We get him his toolkit, and if we need to do anything else he tells us then. Most of the time he can do it himself, but sometimes he needs help from someone else.

Researcher ██████: Can you tell me anything about these people?

SCP-2085-A-3: Uh, no. Not really. They keep to themselves.

Researcher ██████: All right. If you could tell me anything else about his condition, please.

SCP-2085-A-3: Wizard says Red talks to him, whispers all this horrible stuff to him when it’s growing. That it’s just going to eat away with him until there’s nothing left, and that that’s what going to happen to everyone eventually. I don’t know if it actually does talk, I mean, I believe it does but I haven’t heard it… it makes sense, for a cancer.

Researcher ██████: Can you tell me anything about Wizard’s history? What he did before?

SCP-2085-A-3: Not really. He mentioned a long time ago that he used to be married and had kids, but he never brought it up again. They probably think he’s dead or that he ran off or something like that, and he doesn’t have any connections with jobs or friends. He doesn’t really have anything left from back then, so we’re his family now.

Statement by SCP-2085-A-3, ██/██/2014:

What do you want from us?

I haven’t seen the sun in months. I haven’t seen my sisters in months. I haven’t seen Wizard in months. I haven’t even been able to speak with any of them. I don’t even know if they’re alive or not anymore, and it hurts just as much to believe that they’re alive than it is to think that they are dead.

What do you want from us? Do you want our eyes and bones and all the metal inside us? Take it. Take it all, I don’t care. Leave us blind and crippled but at least let us be blind and crippled and free. If we must crawl and beg in the mud and shit, at least let us do it together.

Are you trying to punish us for something? Are you trying to punish us for killing murderers? Are you trying to punish us for stealing from thieves? Are you trying to punish us for trying to put a little bit of good into the world?

Perhaps you are. All those people out there, the drug lords and the pimps and the loan sharks and the mafia dons and the maniacs and the thugs and the bullies and each and every goddamn person in this world who makes it their job to tear out people’s hopes and build an empire on their corpses, they’re your kin. You just learned how to be polite, how to dress up in labcoats and say please and thank you and pretend to be decent human beings. You smile, and you pretend, and you give us three meals a day and a bed and sometimes a few books, and you pretend like it justifies locking us in here like animals in cages or dolls on a shelf.

What am I to you? Am I even human in your eyes?

And look. All that work, all that scraping along, and now we’re right back in the place we escaped. Just animals in cages, pretty women in boxes.

We were going to get to space. We were going to build the ship, and the six of us would go all the way up past the sky and look down at the world, and we would have won. We’d laugh and cheer and shout “We did it! We fucking did it!”, and for a brief moment we would be completely free. We would be alive. And we could show everyone that it’s okay, that they can be free too, that they can be alive. We’d help them. And now… nothing.

What do you want from us? What have we done?