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Entry #010

After a full night of sleep that felt like a week in The City, I talked about it with Sofía and Joaquin as a weird dream I had. Joaquin didn't think too much of it, but Sofía was fascinated by what I was telling her. She asked a lot of questions and was surprised by my detailed answers. And one particular detail she loved was the Book Keeper, which she nicknamed "Emilia".

She sent me this photoshopped picrew last night, accompanied by a paragraph she wrote, all inspired by my experience in this new version of 1230's fantasy-scape.

Me despertó un viento frio que anunciaba lluvia. Las luces de la ciudad, magentas y azules, me dejaron ciego apenas abrí los ojos. El sonido incesante del trafico de autos voladores llenaba el aire. En cuanto pude acostumbrarme a la luz, ahí estaba. La Ciudad, en todo su metálico esplendor.

"Bienvenido a tu sueño, viajero."

Me di vuelta, y vi a una mujer. Sus ojos amarillos, brillantes como el neón, me miraban fijamente. Su pelo negro volaba con el viento, al igual que su largo vestido plateado, que reflejaba todas las bellas luces de La Ciudad.

"I was woken up by a cold wind heralding rain. The magenta and blue city lights blinded me as soon as I opened my eyes. The incessant sound of flying car traffic filled the air. As soon as I got used to the light, there it was. The City, in all its metallic splendor.

'Welcome to your dream, traveler.'

I turned around and saw a woman. Her yellow eyes, bright as neon, stared at me. Her black hair was blowing in the wind, as was her long silver dress, which reflected all the beautiful lights of The City."

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Entry #009

A few days ago, a blue, unlabeled book came out of the hole and opened when it hit the floor. When I came near to take a closer look, I knew I was going to have an interesting night as soon as I read:

"A hero is born..."

I put the book inside my backpack and went home. Later that day, I went to sleep waiting for a magical land full of dragons and mythological creatures to manifest before me. But it was not the case.

Before me, a huge, floating city came to be out of thin air. Neon lights, hovering cars, and loud music filled the night sky.

A female voice spoke to me, welcoming me to my dream. I turned around, and I saw a black-haired woman with a silver dress and neon yellow eyes. She looked at my bracelet. She seemed surprised.

BK: Ah, Mr. Bright. I didn't expect to see you again, after... all of that happened. I'd say it's good to see a familiar face, but we both know I've never seen you with the same face twice.

DB: I'm sorry, do I know you?

BK: Oh, right. The new look. I'm this realm's guardian. The one responsible for the precious landscapes you see, and all of its inhabitants. I may have changed in several ways, but it's still me.

After a few seconds of silence, it clicked.

DB: Holy shit. Book Keeper?

BK: In the paper.

DB: What happened to you? What is going on?

BK: It appears that my genre has changed.

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Entry #008

It’s good to have people to talk to about my work without permanent repercussions. Although, they don’t know I’m talking about myself.

Ever since this reality’s Foundation uploaded all of our files to the website to save money, it’s safe to talk about the anomalies. They’re famous now, even though the whole world is certain that they’re works of fiction. More specifically, part of a fictional universe created by many creators. Creators we made sure that believed they were the authors through various methods.

Addendum: I was writing this while Sofía was playing Containment Breach (our best memetic agent yet) and she told me her favorite anomalies were 035 and myself. I must say, I feet flattered. It really bothers me that I can’t thank her.

No hole activity since ██/██/████.

I have a bad feeling, ████. Something is not right. I feel sick every time I finish writing an entry. What is happening to me?

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Entry #007

I'm finally allowed to make friends during my undercover mission. I was starting to go nuts having no one to talk to except for Mr. Cicerone and Mrs. Gonzalez. They're great, but they're always working. This kid must've felt really lonely as well.

No hole activity since ██/██/████.

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Entry #006

Okay, I feel like I should adress the last entry. I was drunk when I posted it.

As you may have noticed, I have in my possesion the paper dragon box, to my surprise, in one piece. A lot less disintegrated than the last time I saw it.

It came inside a bigger box attached to a parachute that was activated when it started to fall. There was a piece of paper glued to it that read:

Take care of them. They're not safe here.

-𝄡

I took the box out and brought it to base. Until I have a safe storage space, it's now on my nightstand. It is now a priority to keep it safe.

Addendum-01:

Slight Corporeus Permutations (see what I did there?): SCP-1762 is now 15 cm x 10 cm x 10 cm. It no longer possesses it's signature silver paint, and the message on it's side now reads "Here will be Dragons", still handwritten with black permanent marker.

Addendum-02:

I used to tell the story of the Jabberwocky Event to Uma through the intercom as a bedtime story. Having this next to me while I'm writing brings me nostalgia.

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Entry #005

GUYS I FOUND SOMETHING

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Entry #004

Update: I almost died again.

So, as not to look absolutely batshit crazy, I started studying for an exam that I'm going to have next week, next to the hole (this undercover thing has it's disadvantages).

And I do not exaggerate when I tell you that I nearly shit my pants when the sugar shaker fell inches away from me. AND SPILLED.

I tried my best to clean it up a bit without dying, and I grabbed it with gloves. At first, I kept it in the spice cabinet, but then I realized what a bad idea that was, so now it's in a box in the closet.

Addendum: Once again, 989 suffered slight physical changes. It now looks like a salt shaker, even though it still contains sugar.

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Entry #003

Update on the hole: THAT CHANGED

Okay, I was doing "field work", which for me translates to staring at a hole the whole day while trying not to look like an absolute madman (which I couldn't) and all of a sudden...

LORD BLACKWOOD JUST SHOT OUT OF THE HOLE AND WENT SEVERAL FEET UP IN THE SKY

I knew it was him because of his thick english accent screaming "RATBAAAAAAAAAAAAG" while going several miles per hour vertically. I caught him before he hit the floor, put him in my water bottle and took him to the house I'm staying at. Now he's roommates with Mike (the family's fish) :D

Interview pending (I need a good microphone to record the interview. I'm not writing it down manually, ████)

Addendum-01: Lord Blackwood, although keeping his personality, memories and consciousness, seems to have undergone some minimal physical changes, changing his coloration and size, slightly.

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Entry #002

What do you even want me to write here, dude? Updates on the hole? Surprise, it's still a hole in the ground. And I don't think that's gonna change anytime soon.

P.D: How do I redact text again?

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Entry #001

how the ✨fuck✨ does this thing work?