Something is Very Wrong and Very Right | SCP-6021
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What does the narrator notice about the pampas grass at the start of the story?
The pampas grass dances as the wind whips across the landscape. I can't help but wonder if 6021 is causing the wind. Perhaps a little dramatic effect before our potential meeting. standing at the boundary of sixty twenty one's domain. Although it has claimed that all existence is its domain, I study the acres of vegetation currently bending east as the wind blows in from the west. It's just pampas grass, those thick clumps of large green blades with the puffy plumes sticking straight out of the center. or would be sticking straight up if the wind wasn't blowing them sideways. Shielding my eyes against the rising sun, I step into the acreage and walk toward what I perceive to be the center. Instantly I feel
Something. A tangle at the back of my neck. A light fluttering in my belly, a whisper in my ear. Taking several long, slow breaths, I keep walking toward my goal. The priest, or whatever he is. When I find him, he is sitting cross-legged on a ratty mat woven from blades of pampas grass. The puffy plumes have been dried and woven amongst the blades, giving it a surprisingly comfy appearance. The man's eyes are closed, but I can see a slight upturn of his mouth. I assume he knows I am here. Good morning, he says without opening his eyes, confirming my suspicion. Took you a bit. Did it? I reply, looking about for my own place to sit, but finding none. I remain standing. It expected you yesterday. It's rarely wrong.
But it is wrong sometimes. Everything is wrong sometimes. Not what I was expecting to hear. I thought the anomaly was omnipotent, omniscient. How can something that is all knowing and all powerful be wrong? Perhaps it likes being wrong occasionally. Makes it feel real. Makes it feel true. Isn't wrongness as much a part of existence as rightness? I don't take the bait. I know a useless debate when I hear one. The man before me, mid-thirties looking, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with a good old boy attitude, opens an eye at my silence. He sighs, opens the other eye, then extricates himself from his seated position, standing and stretching with a long, satisfied groan. The man's feet are bare, and he doesn't even flinch as he steps off the mat and into the dirt and gravel.
I watch him diligently roll up the mat, then tuck it under one of the mounds of pampas grass. Then he bends backward, placing his hands at the small of his back and cracks his spine. It's like gunshots in the early morning air. Now, Dr. Renneker. What can I do for you? he asks. You can tell me your name. The man smirks, but doesn't say anything. Seriously. We call you sixty twenty one dash one. That's not much of a name. No. It's not. He laughs. I raise an eyebrow. It says that you don't need my name. But it understands that you would be more comfortable if I gave you one. Great. Jazz. I'm sorry. Jazz. You may call me jazz. I have questions. I voice none of them. Instead, I nod, then turn in a slow circle, taking in the landscape.
Far off sits a condominium complex, and as I study it, Jazz comes up next to me. He doesn't interrupt, just lets me observe the incongruous building. It stands out like a sore thumb. It doesn't seem to mind, Jazz says after several minutes. It finds the structure in the inhabitants amusing.
Who is the mysterious priest (SCP‑6021‑1) and what does he reveal about the anomaly’s nature?
Amusing? Just shrugs. Why amusing? An avalanche just killed 48 people in the Rockies. Sixteen children burned to death in a Mexico City orphanage. A car accident at 23rd Street and Dalton in Omaha, Nebraska was averted. It can use the amusement. What is it? Jazz laughs. He rubs his hands together. Take a walk with me, Dr. Renneker. Where too? Everywhere. He turns to me, and his eyes are suddenly serious. If you want answers, this is how you get them. His hand grips my bicep. But they will do you no good professionally. Do you understand? No. You will. Walk. He takes a step, two steps, then he is striding forward, weaving his way amongst the pampas grass clumps. I hurried to catch up. What do I need to I start to ask, but the rest of my question is lost as I find myself seated on an airplane.
I cry out, and the woman next to me gives me a sympathetic look.
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Chapters
7 chapters
1
What does the narrator notice about the pampas grass at the start of the story?
0:07–4:03
2
Who is the mysterious priest (SCP‑6021‑1) and what does he reveal about the anomaly’s nature?
4:03–8:06
3
Why does the narrator question the omniscience and omnipotence of SCP‑6021?
8:06–14:27
4
How does the sudden plane turbulence and crash shift the narrative?
14:27–19:19
5
What terrifying encounter does the narrator have with the bear in the jungle river?
19:19–24:02
6
What is the significance of the basement scene with the scalpel and sledgehammer?
24:02–27:16
7
How does the final debrief with Jazz and the black SUV wrap up the experience?
27:16–28:47