Who do I credit for this?  Okay, I do not own the SCP Foundation. 

To be honest, I really had no clue what we were walking into, when we went into that house.  All we knew is that there was an anomaly inside, and a rather disruptive one at that.  A baby, but a baby that could teleport.  That was a new one for me, and I've been a researcher for a year. 

She reminded me of my baby niece, somewhat, when I first saw the child.  God, I miss her.  And my sister.  I hope that they're together, in Heaven.  Both of them, especially after what I saw of them after the car crash.  It was so bad that open-casket wasn't even a viable option for the funeral.  Maybe that's why I did what I did, just now.  Maybe I'll be demoted, maybe I won't.  I just didn't want to lock up a literal baby. 

Back to the log.   I'm not writing this for the Foundation.  I'm not writing this for anyone else to see, actually.  This is my record, left behind in case I die somehow.  I want someone to know that we're not all heartless.  That I have empathy, buried underneath six solid months of training and a year of work.  Work that I'm not proud of, but had to be done. 

The house was normal, really.  The parents were away, or adoptive parents, really.  We did some digging on this one, to wipe any records of the anomaly.  Adopted as a newborn by this couple.  It felt wrong to take a kid away from people who couldn't have their own.  But it's them or my job, and I picked my job.  The amnestics wiped their memories of her anyway.  We even took care of anything on social media.  Wouldn't want anyone inquiring about the missing child. 

Did I say her?  The real report will say It, not she.  Pronouns are important to me.   If I stick around, I know that this baby will have at least one person who treats her like a normal child.  Although, we can count on Simon to be good as well.   We wouldn't have taken him in if he wasn't.  Poor kid ran off, his parents were part of some GoI.  How he knew about the Foundation, we'll never know. Which group of interest, I don't know either.  We took him in like a month ago.  We'll be paying for his college, since he wants to major in psychology. We're in short supply of both good people and psychologists at this site.

I was with the Task Force, getting some field experience.  The higher-ups figured this mission would be safe enough.  And it was.  Kid didn't even cry.  Just stared at us, with eyes that I'll never forget as long as I live.  One dark grey, and the other a piercing shade of light blue.  And the hair.  White, with black streaks all throughout, in a little tuft that mirrored what my niece looked like.  Unless this couple is really weird and dyed a baby's hair, this is actually natural.

Only time will tell, I guess.  We can't really run experiments yet, since she's not old enough to follow directions.   I talked with my boss, Dr. Bright, as well.  He might be a little crazy, but he's a great leader who saw my plan and ran with it.  To raise the kid to be a member of staff.  The possibilities are endless.  Imagine how easy containment breaches would be to solve if someone could teleport it back to it's cell. 

We could train her with 5094, the AI teacher thing.  From my training days, I know that Miss J is an amazing teacher.  She would know how to contain things, and how to research things, when she's old enough.  Dr. Bright said 15 was old enough to begin working.   I said 18 was old enough.  We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, I suppose. 

I'm giving her a name.  Normal kids have names.  I have a name, its Lucille.  I hope someone, someday, will remember my name.  Maybe Alita will.  That's what I'm calling the kid we stole.  I hope it catches on.  I think, somewhere in the facility, a containment cell is being readied.  But I don't know a single thing about her anomaly.   I suppose it has to do with reality, or something like that.  I wouldn't know.  I'm only a Junior Researcher. 

Ugh, it's so refreshing to write something not in that dry scientific tone I usually write in.  To just get my ideas onto this document and not worry about format or anything.  Maybe someday, Alita will see this.  Maybe I'll still be around then.  Senior Researcher maybe?  Administration?  Rain hammers on the window of my small dingy broom closet of an office.  At least it's better than the break room, right now.  My silence was interrupted when 999 came to visit. 

Not that I don't love that slime with all my heart, but I needed total quiet to write this down.  And nobody looking over my shoulder.  It's nice not to have to redact anything either. There's this weird feeling I have, about her. She resembles my niece so much, minus the eyes and hair. Maybe it's the fact that I can't have my own kids, maybe that's why I'm so dead-set on treating her like a normal child. I'm just glad Dr. Bright thinks the same.

And the Site Director, an older fellow on the verge of retirement, he let it slide. Dr. Bright is keen on taking his position when he does retire. And, with him being immortal and all, he'd be the director of this godforsaken site forever.  I think she's classified as Keter, for now.  Just because we don't know much about her anomaly, and she could teleport away.  It'll probably be downgraded to Euclid in a few months.  

For future reference, here are the details about her.   We did find her real name, but it was redacted from all the reports.  I would be a dead woman if I wrote it here and someone found it.  Even her last name.  But, I'll keep it in my head, forever.  My memory is extraordinarily good.  She's about ten months old, which made making everyone forget about her existence really challenging. 

We had heard about her through a call from one of our agents, stationed at a local church.  A call to a house.  The parents believed that she was possessed.  They were very religious, we saw a fair amount of crosses and Bible quotes in the house.  So, after getting some idea of what was happening, we came, dressed as priests.  Even I was there, dressed as a nun.  Despite how serious the situation was, I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing.

We asked them to leave the house, and they did.  It was quite easy after that.  I was the first one to see her.  She teleported, from the living room to the crib.  I was the one to witness it.  To say we kidnapped her would be correct.  But that's what we do.  I'm not gonna question something that works.  We've done worse, according to Dr. Bright and a couple other Senior Researchers. 

I hope to shield Simon and Alita from the horrors that the Foundation is capable of doing, for as long as possible. She has no one left in the world who remembers she exists.  All that is left is us.  I'm not going to fail her, not like I did my niece. 

Note:  It's been a month.  Most of Site 19 has agreed that raising her is the only option.  Experiments are pretty much impossible, without any way for her to communicate anything back to us.  And, babies can't really do anything for themselves anyway. 

Since I came up with the idea, and I'm one of the few researchers who has any idea on how to take care of a child, I'm the one to raise her.  Simon has taken the role of older brother, for now.  Even Bright seems to like her.  Some people have their doubts, but the impact she will have on stopping containment breaches is enough to sway them onto my side. 

Her cell still looks like a cell, except for baby things like a crib and changing table.  That'll be swapped out for other things as she gets older, for sure.  Most people have started using the name I came up with when addressing her.  It's a hell of a lot easier than saying SCP- 6280, for sure.  The original files are unchanged, except for a small note that says she responds to the name Alita. 

There are still some ground rules, however.  Just because she's now Euclid class does NOT mean she can't breach containment.  The big one is that nobody can take her out of Site 19 without authorization from the site director.  That'll be Bright soon, according to himself.  Dr. Bright believes that he'll be the next site director. 

There's other rules as well.  She's not to be near any other anomalous objects or entities except for authorized cross-testing. Not even to kill 682. Not yet, at least. I doubt she's even powerful enough to kill that lizard anyway.  Why am I thinking this?  Never mind.  There's more rules than those two, but I don't feel like typing them again.  This may be the greatest idea I've ever thought of.  Or it could be my demise.  I guess I'll find out sooner or later.

In case I do get demoted to D-class or something like that, and my existence is expunged, this is my last message.  I am Dr.  Lucille Sinclair.  My parents were Rosetta and James Sinclair.  My sister was Helen Sinclair.  And my niece was Jessica Sinclair.  I miss them greatly.  I lived.  I existed.  And that's all that matters. 

Dr.  Lucille Sinclair, signing off. 

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[A/N]:  I am very new to the SCP Foundation fandom.  Like, I literally found out about it's existence from a youtube video two weeks ago.  So, sorry if I get things wrong.  I'm writing this to get the OC I've been thinking about for two weeks out of my head so I can think about the next one.  And if anyone following me is reading this, here is my message to you:  You signed up for a fangirl the moment you followed me.  And one that will make anything she finds that's interesting her new fixation.  So, here is a new fanfiction that I'll probably neglect.   Have a great day!
- a fangirl who has found a new fandom to love as much as she loves Percy Jackson.