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Item #: SCP-C200
Object Class: Pending
Special Containment Procedures: The event outlined below is observed by at least one Foundation personell annually. Junior Researcher Garvin Thomas is the only person who has observed the event so far. Scranton Reality Anchors preserve the veil encompassing the area on Route 101.
Description: SCP-C200 designates a temporal loop manifesting at yearly intervals where Route 101 passes through Raymond forest in Washington, USA. The event is usually activated around 06:00 AM in the morning between the 15th and 25th of March.
The event is always initiated by a pick-up truck of varying brands entering the general area. At approximately the same time, a male deer is drawn to the light on the road. Lamp posts shine a weak light on 20-meter intervals.
Somewhere in Seattle, a veterinarian is wrapping up her shift. A notification on her phone calls her to the incident on Route 101. She leaves in the clinic ambulance.
As the veterinarian arrives, she is immediately aware of the lump laying by the roadside. Reflectors are set up on the edge posts.
The animal breathes feverishly and expels puffs, its pupils heavily dilated.
The veterinarian stands a few meters away to observe the animal. She gets down on her knees and looks for fractures. The body is warm and vibrating. First she feels its back, then its hind legs. The little bundle screams and kicks suddenly.
The vet has to cover one ear. She immediately scuffs and takes out her knife. It's a betrayal.
But the little lump tightens up. It settles into a better position and shows how flexible it can be in critical situations. The knife descends.
She starts to jerk the animal around, twisting and turning bolts of its body. She handles limbs and bones with irritation and desperation. The animal lets out small squeals. She sighs, and attempts to look the animal in its black eyes. The deer should soon convulsively lose consciousness. She just wants to go home.
Just the way she's learned it and practiced it, she inserts her knife in between the skull and the atlas – the first cervical vertebra of the spine – and attempts to cut the spinal cord.
The body turns limp. She knows she has failed. It would have to end in pain.
The veterinarian loses grip of the knife and holds the deer in her arms. Does she love him?
Before she finally leaves the lump to die on its own, she gives it a kiss.
Not a caring and heartful kiss, but a controlled and distanced.
Then she goes away.
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