SCP - 013 "Blue Lady Cigarettes"
Object Class - Safe
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Site-66, Testing Chamber – June 18, 2025
Dr. Clara Voss adjusted her hazmat gloves, eyeing the cigarette in the containment tray. The words Blue Lady curled across its paper in faded blue ink.
"You sure about this?" asked D-1123, a wiry woman with nicotine-stained fingers.
"Just smoke it," Clara said, voice steady. "Report what you see."
D-1123 lit the cigarette. The air filled with a sweet, floral scent—jasmine and regret.
"Feels… warm," D-1123 muttered. She glanced at the two-way mirror, then froze. "Who's she?"
Clara followed her gaze. The mirror showed only D-1123's reflection.
"Describe her."
"Dark hair. Blue lips. She's—I'm—staring at me." D-1123 dropped the cigarette, trembling. "Make it stop."
Day 7 of Exposure
D-1123 sat hunched in her cell, sketching on the walls with smuggled charcoal. Clara examined the drawings: hundreds of a woman's face, eyes wide and lonely.
"She's clearer today," D-1123 whispered. "Says she misses me. But I don't… I don't know her."
Clara's pen hesitated. "Your file says you have a daughter. Do you remember her?"
D-1123 touched the glass. "I remember her. The Blue Lady. She's all I see in the mirror now."
Later, reviewing footage, Clara noticed D-1123 smiling at her reflection, whispering, "Where did you go?"
Day 21 of Exposure
D-1123 refused meals. "Food tastes like ash," she rasped, lips cracked. "She doesn't need it."
Clara's supervisor, Dr. Ellis, frowned at the monitors. "Terminate the test. Prep for amnestics."
"Wait," Clara said. "Irvine Rivers' note—he said 'her favourite flavour.' What if the cigarettes aren't the cause? What if they're… an offering?"
Ellis scoffed. "Don't go poetic on me, Voss. It's a cognitive hazard. Nothing more."
That night, Clara pocketed a stray SCP-013 from the incinerator chute.
Addendum: Dr. Clara Voss' Personal Log
June 30, 2025
I lit it. Just to understand.
The smoke tasted like her perfume. Now, when I shower, the water runs blue. My reflection winks.
August 12, 2025
Ellis found me sketching her in the lab. I told him it's research. He doesn't see her yet, but he will.
September 1, 2025
They've locked me in D-1123's old cell. My hands are hers—small, delicate. I write this in blue ink from my veins.
She's here with me. We're almost whole.
Final Entry: Recovered Note
Found beside Dr. Voss' body (cause of death: self-inflicted asphyxiation via SCP-013 smoke inhalation)
I remember now.
We were happy once.
Why did you leave me here?
—Clara
Aftermath:
216 SCP-013 instances remain.
Dr. Ellis reassigned.
Testing suspended indefinitely.
"The worst prisons are the ones we carve into our own minds."
— Incident Report 013-Epsilon