SCP-053 - Young Girl
Object Class: Euclid
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In the quiet, sterile containment chamber at Site-19, Dr. Ramirez stands outside the reinforced glass door, watching SCP-053—an ostensibly adorable three-year-old girl seated on a small blanket, playing with a stuffed bear. The room is equipped with safety harnesses, cameras, and monitoring equipment.
Dr. Ramirez: (speaking softly into a microphone) Alright, team, we're about to begin the routine check. Remember, no eye contact, no physical contact, and stay behind the safety line.
Behind the door, a technician carefully dons the atmosphere-containment suit and eye shield. The door slides open with a hiss. The technician enters, gripping a set of toys and a data tablet.
Technician: (nervously) Initiating protocol. No eye contact, and I'll keep my distance.
He approaches SCP-053 slowly, placing a colorful toy block in front of her. She looks up, smiling warmly.
SCP-053: (innocently) Hi, little bear. Do you want to play?
The technician glances at the monitor, noting her pleasant demeanor. He offers her a picture book.
Technician: Would you like to look at this? It's about animals.
SCP-053 nods happily and begins flipping through the pages. For a moment, everything seems fine.
Dr. Ramirez: (quietly) Keep an eye on her. Remember, if anyone starts acting strange—screaming, grabbing her, or trying to touch her—pull out immediately.
Suddenly, SCP-053's expression shifts. Her face remains innocent, but her eyes seem to darken.
SCP-053: (softly) Do you see? The shadows hide secrets. The darkness whispers.
The technician's eyes widen. His hand trembles slightly as he sets the tablet down.
Technician: (nervously) Uh… what do you mean? It's just a storybook.
She giggles softly, then suddenly turns her head, gazing directly at the technician.
SCP-053: (whispering) The shadows… they want you. They want your secrets.
The technician's face begins to contort as he clutches his head in confusion. His breathing becomes rapid.
Dr. Ramirez: (over comms) Step back! Step back—don't make eye contact!
The technician stumbles, clutching his chest as his eyes roll back. His body stiffens, then collapses in a seizure. The monitor shows his heart rate flatlining.
Dr. Ramirez: (urgently) Get him out! Now!
Two personnel rush in, pulling the unconscious technician out of the room. SCP-053 remains sitting calmly, humming softly.
SCP-053: (smiling) The shadows are happy. They like visitors.
The room falls silent as the team scrambles to reset the containment protocols. Dr. Ramirez observes through the camera, frowning.
Dr. Ramirez: (to himself) We knew this would happen. She's a child, harmless in appearance—but the effects are deadly. And she… she seems unaware of what she does.
He sighs, rubbing his temples.
Dr. Ramirez: We need to figure out how to stop this. Or at least understand it better.
Meanwhile, SCP-053 resumes playing with her bear, softly humming a lullaby as if nothing had happened. Outside the glass, the shadows seem to ripple just beyond the light, whispering secrets only she can hear.
Dr. Ramirez: (muttering) The child of shadows… what are you really?
The answer, as always, remains hidden behind her innocent smile.
End.