RPC-290 in its containment chamber
Registered Phenomena Code: 290
Object Class: Alpha-Orange
Hazard Types: Sensory Hazard
Containment Protocols: RPC-290 is to be held in a standard low threat containment chamber at Site-002. No individuals under the age of 13 are allowed within a 10m radius of RPC-290.
Description: RPC-290 is a white opaque dresser with 3 drawers. On the bottom of RPC-290 is a manufacturer's mark of unknown origin and language. RPC-290’s anomalous effects take hold when in the prolonged presence of human children aged approximately 3 to 13. Adults do not seem to be affected by RPC-290’s Stage 1 effect and will claim ignorance of its existence until victims of RPC-290 reach its Stage 2 effects.
When Stage 1 effects take place, individuals will claim to have an imaginary friend named “Pete” (hereby referred to as RPC-290-2) who hides in the dresser and plays company to the victim. When asked to describe RPC-290-2, the victim will frequently describe a loved one, although on one occasion a victim described [DATA EXPUNGED].
After prolonged exposure to RPC-290, Stage 2 will begin, in which the victim will start to experience nightmares that will continue to grow more horrific in nature, eventually evolving into night terrors until RPC-290 is removed from the victim at an unknown range. While removal of RPC-290 is necessary for the removal of its effects, the majority of the victims showed signs of withdrawal and voiced a longing for RPC-290-2. Brain scans of the victims after the events end reveal irreversible damage to the cerebellum, although the connection to RPC-290-2 is unknown.
Addendum 290-1
Interviewed: Jonathan Wells
Interviewer: Lead Researcher Kirk
Foreword: As per retrieval protocol, all individuals who had contact with RPC-290 were debriefed.
Begin Log, [June 18th, 20██ 12:40 PM]
Kirk: How are you feeling?
Wells: You're one of the bad guys who took Pete away, go away.
Kirk: I can’t help you if you don't talk, would Pete want that?
(The room remains silent for 1 minute)
Wells: What do you want?
Kirk: Can you please describe Pete to me?
Wells: He's a man, but not really a man.
Kirk: What do you mean?
Wells: He has a face, but his mouth is on the top and his eyes on the bottom with no nose.
Kirk: Have you physically seen Pete?
Wells: I █████████ ███████ █████ ██████ █████ ███ and then he ███████ ██ █████ ██████ ███████████████ ██████████ ████████ █████
Kirk: I… Thank you for your time.
Wells: Where's Pete?
End Log, [June 18th, 20██ 12:45 PM]
Closing Statement: Due to the effects of RPC-290, Jonathan Wells was unable to walk for the rest of his life. After the interview, Wells was given a Type 1 amnestic with his cover story being that he had suffered a stroke. Given Wells' near accurate description of RPC-███, the connection between him and RPC-290 is currently under investigation.
Recovery Log:
On June 6th, 20██ reports came in from ██████, Connecticut of what appeared to be an “epidemic of night terrors." At this point, there were 5 known cases. Investigation Unit 15 “Search and Rescue” was dispatched to investigate these claims; after 2 years of investigation, 3 members of Investigation Unit 15 interviewed the most recent claim (7 known cases at the time) and drew a connection to RPC-290, managing to track RPC-290 down to ███ █████, Connecticut where RPC-290 was successfully recovered without incident or losses, alongside the following document found inside RPC-290.
Pete, he's always been so nice… I remember when mom and dad first bought him.
The people that sold us Pete seemed so glad to get rid of him… I never understood why.
At first he'd whisper to me, then we would talk all the time.
He'd talk to me night and day and tell me how awesome I am.
I told him how the kids in school would pick on me.
"They're bad people," he'd say, "They're not like you. You're special."
Then I had the first bad dream… It was an awful dream about dogs chasing me.
Mom and Dad didn't pay much mind. "Just go back to sleep, Alex," they said. But not Pete.
He was so concerned. He told me to "hold my ground" the next time the dogs came.
So I did.
This time they grabbed me by my shirt and tried pulling me somewhere.
Pete tells me they might want to show me something…
The next time they carry me off to the woods.
Pete urges me and says, "You can do it, face them."
This last time, they started eating me.
My parents won't listen, they're bringing me to a doctor.
While Pete's the only one who tries to help.
It's nice to have a friend I can count on.