SCP-6508 : Like Fish In A Tank

The following table is a comprehensive list of the currently known SCP-6508-1 instances.

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The following transcript details an incident featuring Sancho Martel Aznar, a janitor at Site-399, who was assigned to the maintenance of SCP-6508. Agent Blasco Samper Ruiz was also assigned to this task to secure the safety of the janitor.

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El Arrecife, Huesca

January 15th, 2021 23:49

• Agt. Blasco Samper Ruiz
• Sancho Martel Aznar

(Martel enters the Aquarium Store, followed by Agt. Samper who locks the door behind them.)

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You can put the thing on.

Understood.

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(Martel slips on a protective suit and wraps a tool belt with cleaning products on his hips.)

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Everything's good. Proceed.

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(Sancho feeds the sea life before beginning the cleaning process.)

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Is it just me or is it really hot in here?

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(Martel turns around to face Agt. Samper, followed by unrecognizable mumbling.)

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Sorry, I can't hear you with all of these fans. Can you take that thing off for a second?

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(Martel removes the headpiece from his suit.)

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The wavemakers, the dosing pumps, and all that stuff produces a lot of heat. We should turn on the AC.

Oh, wow. You know a lot about aquariums.

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(Martel shakes his head.)

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Well, not really. They gave me a mini-seminar before sending us out here.

I see.

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(Martel resumes his tasks and begins cleaning the aquariums' glass.)

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They only ever tell us the bare minimum and nothing else.

Huh?

We're only here to do the dirty work, we could get killed and they wouldn't bat an eye.

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(Agt. Samper clenches his fists.)

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I used to be close to Fátima before getting lured into this shithole. We barely even see each other anymore and when we do the only thing we talk about is work.

Blasco? Are you feeling okay?

Fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to just start rambling out of nowhere.

I don't mind. I just had never seen you like this.

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(Silence.)

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By the way, Fátima? Isn't she the site director?

The one and only. She's also my sister.

How is that like?

Well, she was the one who made me join the Foundation in the first place. She had been working for a decade before I got in. Although I'm not surprised she got that high up though, she's always been good at everything she does. Hell, I don't doubt she is capable of going beyond.

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(Silence.)

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Do you have siblings?

No, I'm an only child. Though I don't know what having a sibling is like, sometimes I wish I had one so they could help me to get through.

Fátima used to be like that when we were younger. Even though she always got perfect grades and the approval of our parents, she'd always make sure I'm okay.

That must've been nice.

Sancho.

Yeah?

I just want to tell you you're like a younger brother to me. So come to me if you need anything or just want to talk, okay?

Thank you.

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(An octopus splashes Sancho while he is distracted by the conversation.)

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Shit.

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(Agt. Samper runs toward Sancho.)

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Are you okay?

Just a bit dizzy. Shit. The suit. I didn't put the headpiece back on.

Calm down. It's gonna be okay, you're gonna make it.

But something is gonna happen to me, isn't it? Please tell me it won't hurt.

No, no. It won't.

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(Agt. Samper brings clean towels for Martel to dry himself. Sancho looks nauseous and barely can keep his equilibrium.)

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What's gonna happen to me? Am I going to be contained?

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(Agt. Samper holds Martel by the shoulder.)

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Let's go get you back to Site-399. Everything is going to be okay. I promise.

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After the events of the previous transcript, Mr. Martel became an SCP-6508-1 instance. His head assumed the form of an octopus vulgaris, almost identical to the one inside SCP-6508. The skin tone of the superior part of Mr. Martel's arms is now a hue matching the one of his head and presents several suction cups.

After some discussion, it was decided that Mr. Martel would keep his position as a janitor on Site-399 and now he would be permanently assigned to SCP-6508's maintenance.

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The following is a transcript of a second incident involving Sancho Martel Aznar.

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El Arrecife, Huesca

January 22nd, 2021 22:31

• Agt. Blasco Samper Ruiz
• Sancho Martel Aznar

(Mr. Martel and Agt. Samper are present in the building where SCP-6508 is located.)

Hey, how are you feeling?

I'm doing all right.

Are you sure?

Yeah. I mean, it's no big deal.

(Both of them remain silent for the next 30 minutes as Mr. Martel cleans the aquariums.)

Be right back, I need to go to the restroom.

Okay.

(A hooded figure exits its hiding spot under one of the tanks.)

Are you ready?

Yes.

Did Camila tell you where you're going?

She did. Let's just get this over with.

I must remind you. If you leave now, you can't ever return. Both of us know what the Jailors are capable of. Are you sure you want to proceed with this?

(Sancho Martel nods.)

Things haven't been the same since I transformed.

I understand. Let's begin, then.

(The unidentified figure points toward one of the fish tanks inferior.)

Open that door.

Yes, sir.

Oh, I almost forgot.

(The unknown figure looks at the security camera before the video goes missing for the next 46 seconds.)

(Agt. Samper returns to see that Mr. Martel is nowhere in sight.)

Sancho? Where did you go? Sancho? Sancho!

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Mr. Martel's whereabouts are currently unknown. However, it is presumed that Mr. Martel allied with the Serpent's Hand to orchestrate his escape. This is supported by a note left behind on SCP-6508's location.

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To whoever is reading this,

Being affected by SCP-6508 has completely changed my life and how I see the world. I do not expect you to understand why I'm making this decision but I'll try either way.

Imagine that you have a job, a modest one, but it pays enough for you to live. You know that your employers are up to some sketchy stuff that you don't know about. For the greater good, probably. But still, it's stuff that you shouldn't know about. You wonder what is going on but never ask, you'd be taking a risk if you did.

One day, while at work, you run into some trouble. You didn't mean to interfere but your job got too close to the danger and now, you're involved with the scary stuff you didn't want to deal with. Now everyone looks at you differently. They look at you with hatred in their eyes. You're different now, you're a weirdo.

However, there's also something that you don't know. The weirdos look out for each other because they know what it means to be marginalized and isolated.

I'm a weirdo now. Maybe you don't want me or don't know what to do with me. But they do.

Goodbye, Jailors.

— Sancho

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