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Tuesday

I decided to start a journal today. I’ve had many journals, but I’ve burned them because they were either embarrassing, or I would never let anyone see it. That doesn’t matter now. I am working at an unusual job. It’s called the SCP Foundation. I don’t know how I got this job. I don’t know why I got this job. But, nonetheless, I got it. I have it. It keeps me stable, but I have to live here. It isn’t very fun like my last job. I used to work at a pet shop. I loved interacting with animals, especially spiders.

I met a new face I’ve only heard of. SCP-073, known as Cain. I have worked with his brother before. I’d rather not talk about his brother. But, Cain is nice. He’s very interesting. His arms, legs, body in general. Very weird. In all honesty, I kind of thought he’d look like the Cain from Supernatural. Luckily, he isn’t a white man, though he does have blue eyes. His mark is also different.

I am in my office today. I am eating chicken tenders again. Buffalo chicken tenders. It’s my favorite. Cain is here. My mask is off, Cain can see. My face is ugly, disgusting, but he stared at me in awe. I usually don’t let anyone in. I lock my office doors, cover the cameras, and have the lights turned off. But, since Cain is here today, I only have a lamp on. Cain came in here mainly to give me some papers, but decided to stay because I was so lonely despite being so kind to him.

I share some of my food with him. I have plants in my office, and yes, they wilt, but I don’t mind too much. They are easy to repair. I laugh a little as he complains about how spicy the food is. His voice is soothing. It’s nice. He’s a nice man. It’s a shame what he did to his brother so long ago and what happened to him.

He saw my bible sitting at the edge of my desk on my left hand edge. He asked me if I believed in God. I nod. I tell him that I’m just reading this to see what all the hype around this is about. Cain tilts his head to the side, He seemed confused about what I said. I then blush softly, remembering he’s Cain, the Cain from the bible. I apologized profusely, like the idiot I am. I hated that interaction and continued to eat my food in silence. That was such an idiot move. I’m such an idiot. I feel stupid. I can’t wait for this day to be over.

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I am not complete and I never will be

I have seen things be created
I have seen animals give birth to their young
I have seen plants spread their seeds
Making new ones grow
I have seen the stars grow bright in the space
I have seen planets flourish and exist

I have seen things be destroyed
I have seen animals die in the arms of their beloved
I have seen plants lose their color and wilt
Their ashes marking their grave
I have seen the blackholes dim the light of space
I have seen planets be destroyed and quiet

The fabric rips itself apart
It brings itself together
It creates the young and new
And it destroys its old and forgotten

There is always more
More to be made
More to be destroyed

I am not complete, and I never will be.

- By Dr.Morningstar

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Name: Morningstar, Leviathan
Age: Early to mid thirties
Sex: Intersex
Date of Birth: Unknown
Height: 177.80 cm
Weight: 59.42 kg
Birthplace: Unknown
Family: Unknown
Education: Unknown
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Hair Color: Brown
Occupation: Researcher at Site-19

Name: Ducit, Ille Qui
Age: Unknown
Sex: Female
Date of Birth: Unknown
Height:175.26 cm
Weight: 86.18 kg
Birthplace: Unknown
Family: Deities of Death Unknown
Education: University of Illinois Urbana Champaign
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Eye Color: Deep Brown
Hair Color: Black
Occupation: Researcher at Site-19