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SCP-036-VN
Item #: SCP-036-VN
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-036-VN is to be kept in a standard soundproof locker at Site-12-VN. Testing regarding SCP-036-VN must be authorized by the Department of Psychology, with test supervisors required to possess high Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV), and conducted inside a soundproof chamber to avoid unforeseen incidents.
All subjects under SCP-036-VN's influence (henceforth designated as SCP-036-VN-A) must be detained immediately. SCP-036-VN-A need to have their intelligence assessed on a weekly basis.
Description: SCP-036-VN is the designation for a spring-wound music box made of oak wood, measuring 40x30x15cm. Inside, the structure of the music box shares similarities to the common spring-wound music boxes from the late 18th century1. Upon inspecting the wooden outer layer, the Foundation confirmed that the music box was crafted in around the late 18th century. Additionally, the music box has no label indicating its manufacturer nor the place of production. Attempts to search for the anomaly's origin have yet to yield any results.
SCP-036-VN is activated by turning the shaft connected with the spring inside the music box. The music length played by SCP-036-VN is dependent on the stretch level of its spring, with regular duration reportedly lasting 21 seconds. Additionally, all of SCP-036-VN recordings do not display any anomalous effects. Individuals directly listening to a song played by SCP-036-VN will show signs of reduction in their abilities to reason, communicate and control their bodies to that of a 4-to-6-year-old child (henceforth designated as SCP-036-VN-A).
Below is a record of SCP-036-VN music:
Addendum 036-1: Incident 036-A
Incident 036-A occurred on the morning of July 8th 2022 in the office of Dr. Ann, after Manager Trâm realized the former's unusual behaviour during work hours. Below is the extracted footage from the security camera inside Dr. Ann's office:
9:09 A.M.
<Manager Trâm opened the door and stepped inside>
Manager Trâm: <Hummed> ~Good morning sunshine…ya wanna work on a report with me~
<Dr. Ann was sitting on the ground, her face had multiple scribbled lines from a marker pen>
Manager Trâm: The hell is this? I know you like messing around and all, but we're still in office hours.
Dr. Ann: Who… are you?
Manager Trâm: Uhm… you seemed as if you're three years old.
Dr. Ann: Auntie, do you have candy?
Manager Trâm: You are not kidding, right?
<Manager Trâm bended down to look at Dr. Ann, she backed down from the latter>
Manager Trâm: Did you get enough sleep last night, you aren't like this normally.
Dr. Ann: Auntie, do you want to play tag, winner gets candies?
Manager Trâm: Huh?
<Dr. Ann jumped on her feet, shoved Manager Trâm to her side, and ran out into the hallway>
Dr. Ann: <Echoed from the hallway>… bet you can't catch me…
Manager Trâm: What the fuck.
Following this recording, Dr. Ann was detained by Site-12-VN security team and transferred to the medical division. She was given sedatives for resisting care and attempting to escape. Dr. Ann was later contained in her own bed cell at Site-12-VN.
Through the inspection of Dr. Ann's office at Site-12-VN, the Foundation discovered a music box made of oak wood with unknown origin. The box was then sealed for further investigation and research.
Addendum 036-2: Interview
An interview was conducted as Dr. Ann awoke and had calmed down. Dr. Ann was brought to an interview room under the escort of Site security.
LOG
«BEGIN LOG»
<Dr. Ann was drawing using provided paper and pen as she waited in her seat>
<Manager Trâm walked in and sat down in her chair>
Dr. Ann: Ah! Auntie…
Manager Trâm: Alright settle down, I'm going to ask you a few questions, alright?
Dr. Ann: Yes, auntie.
Manager Trâm: Do you still remember your name?
Dr. Ann: Yes, auntie. My name is Ann.
Manager Trâm: Yes, good. At least we know there're some hopes. So do you know where your house is?
Dr. Ann: Uhm… House? Is it this place?
Manager Trâm: You truly don't know huh… <glanced at Ann> How about this, do you know where it comes from and what it is?
<Manager Trâm gave Dr. Ann a photo of SCP-036-VN>
Dr. Ann: What's that pretty thing? Is it a toy? Can I play with it pleaseeeee.
Manager Trâm: No, do you truly not know what this is?
Dr. Ann: Auntie, I truly don't know.
<Manager Trâm retrieved the photo, placed it back into her document folder, and prepared to leave>
Dr. Ann: Auntie?
<Manager Trâm turned her head back>
Manager Trâm: Go ahead.
Dr. Ann: Do you think my drawing looks beautiful?
<Dr. Ann showed a drawing she did before the interview>
Manager Trâm: Wish I could draw this great as a child…
«END LOG»
After the above interview, Manager Trâm was assigned to directly supervise and take care of SCP-036-VN-A-1.
Addendum 036-3: SCP-036-VN-A-1 Containment Log
Log excerpted from Site-12-VN security camera, irrelevant details had been omitted for the sake of conciseness.
July 9th 2022 LOG - Dr. Ann's Bed Cell
«7:03 »
<Manager Trâm entered Dr. Ann's bed cell for examination>
<Dr. Ann was sleeping>
<Manager Trâm exited the cell>
Omitted Dr. Ann's 14 hours of sleep
«21:12 July 9th 2022»
<Dr. Ann was just awoken, she was sitting on her bed, eyes still half-closed>
< Manager Trâm entered Dr. Ann's bed cell for examination>
Manager Trâm: You seemed tired, need more naps?
Dr. Ann: I… sleep… now…
<Dr. Ann lied back onto her pillow>
< Manager Trâm turned off the light, and exited the cell>
«END LOG»
Note: The hell did she eat to sleep so well?
July 10th 2022 LOG - Dr. Ann's Bed Cell
«16:49 »
<Dr. Ann's bed cell light bulb was flickering continuously. Dr. Ann pressed her eyes close to the light switch on the wall. There was a clicking sound from the switch>
Dr. Ann: Hmmm… How can this stand?
<Manager Trâm entered>
Manager Trâm: Is there a short circuit in this room or something? Why do the lights keep flickering? ANN! Where are you?
<Dr. Ann startled because of Manager Trâm's shouting, she pulled her eyes away from the switch and turned her head towards Manager Trâm>
Dr. Ann: You're looking for me, auntie?
Manager Trâm: What on earth are you doing!?
Dr. Ann: I'm just trying to keep the switch in balance…
Manager Trâm: Have you run out of things to mess around?
<Dr. Ann's eyes filled with tears>
Dr. Ann: Y-Yes…
<Manager Trâm looked around the cell>
Manager Trâm: Uhm… to be honest, being locked into a cell like this all day is really boring… Alright, let's go out tomorrow.
<Dr. Ann jumped off her feet>
Dr. Ann: YAY! GO OUT! Can we go right now?
Manager Trâm: But it's late-
<Dr. Ann grabbed Manager Trâm's leg while looking up>
Dr. Ann: PLEASEEEEEE…
Manager Trâm: <sighed> No I… fine, let's go out…
Dr. Ann: <giggled> Hihi you promised, auntie.
«END LOG»
Note: Dr. Ann continued to mess with the cell light switch after Manager Trâm left. All attempts to keep the switch in balance failed.
July 11th 2022 LOG
«16:02 - Manager Trâm's Office»
<Dr. Ann sat on a chair while swivelling around. Manager Trâm glued her eyes to the computer screen>
Dr. Ann: <sulked> Auntie, is there nowhere else to go? How is this place different from my old room?
<Manager Trâm continued to look at the screen>
Manager Trâm: I'm working, you're lucky to even be here, you are supposed to stay in that cell 24/7 after all, what more could you ask for.
<Dr. Ann stopped swivelling her chair, and approached Manager Trâm's model display shelf>
Dr. Ann: Wow, these models look so cool, auntie, <Reached her hand into the shelf, grabbed a toy model, and shook it> what is this for?
Manager Trâm: Hold on, don't touch that-
<A shattering sound was recorded>
Manager Trâm: <silenced>
Dr. Ann: <confused> I didn't mean to…
Manager Trâm: <sighed>… go to your room.
Omitted 39 minutes of Manager Trâm crying
«END LOG»
Ghi Chú: Dr. Ann was grounded for one day following this recording.
July 13th 2022 LOG
«7:02 »
<Dr. Ann was combing her hair at the dressing table>
<Manager Trâm entered Dr. Ann's cell for examination as usual>
<Dr. Ann startled and quickly turned toward the door that was just cracked open, the two looked at each other>
Manager Trâm: Uhm… You awoke a bit earl-
<Dr. Ann threw her hair comb at Manager Trâm, the object hit a wall>
Dr. Ann: GET OUT!
Manager Trâm: Huh?
<A hand mirror then flew towards Manager Trâm>
Dr. Ann: OUT! GET LOST NOW!
<Manager Trâm immediately ran out of the cell, shutting the door behind. Dr. Ann, her face now turned red, walked towards the door and locked it>
Dr. Ann: <grumbled> So rude. How could someone just burst into a private room like that.
«END LOG»
Note: Following this recording, Dr. Ann underwent a psychological assessment. The result showed Dr. Ann's cognitive ability and behaviour has returned to that of an adult human.
Addendum 036-4: Dr. Ann's Interview
LOG
«BEGIN LOG»
Manager Trâm: How are you?
Dr. Ann: Fine.
Manager Trâm: Do you remember anything when you uhm- how should I say this… when you were under the music box's influence?
Dr. Ann: What, something happened to me?
Manager Trâm: You acted with the mind of a child.
Dr. Ann: <Silenced>
Manager Trâm: Do you know where that music box comes from?
Dr. Ann: Well, that morning, as usual, I went to my office. There, I saw a cardboard box placed in front of the door, with my name on it. At first I thought it was a prank where if I opened the box, something's gonna explode but nope, inside was just a wooden box lying deep inside a bunch of bubble wraps.
Manager Trâm: Is there no other information?
Dr. Ann: No, I messed with the box for an entire day and no one noticed, the delivery guy said that there was a package addressed to me inside a delivery truck, so he placed it in front of my office door. The package didn't even have the sender's information.
Manager Trâm: Alright, last question, do you remember what happened between the time from July 8th 2022 to July 12th 2022?
Dr. Ann: Nope.
Manager Trâm: Hmm… alright, since you've returned to normal, please finish up with your backlog of paperwork. You missed quite a few. Regarding what that brat did to me, I don't mind, as long as you stop missing your deadlines.
Dr. Ann: …May I retake the music box?
<Manager Trâm stood up and moved briskly towards the door>
Manager Trâm: No, it is now Foundation property.
<Manager Trâm exited the room>
Dr. Ann: … Being a child… is truly better…
«END LOG»
