 Forward. The following document consists of the diary of currently SCP-3. Upon recovery, the entire cover of the diary had been covered in black permanent marker, with the exception of several areas arranged into the shape of a stylized B. Here, each page is listed separately. March 17. Today I bought this artsy notebook thing because I thought the cashier at was cute okay? $30 down the f***ing drain right there. Also, my uncle's inheritance finally got sorted out. There wasn't a bunch of money, but I did get a f***ing ton of his stuff afterwards. So much old stuff. F***ing nostalgia. Irrelevant monologue removed. March 20. Still no word from... But it does turn out she has a twin sister, so yeah. Weird thing happened when I was looking through Uncle Emma's stuff. And out of nowhere, I get this stinging stuff up and down my arm. When I looked, there were like five puncture marks on my arm. WTF. No sign of anything that could sting me, but I bought a bottle of ray just in case. March 21. Note to self. Find out what that buzzing is. I hate it when you can just barely make out a sound. Like that time with a smoke detector. The super came over and claimed that you couldn't hear anything. That f*** just doesn't want to have to fix anything. Probably because that would require walking upstairs. The remainder of the page is filled with a drawing of an extremely rotund man, most likely the superintendent of Mr. R. H. H.'s building. He appears to be eating several sub sandwiches, while exclaiming, I'm just big bone, yo. Notably, he also appears to be wearing a bumblebee costume. March 22. Irrelevant monologue removed. On a side note, I watched a thing in the news today about bees. Apparently, a bunch of them are disappearing, and nobody knows why. And now fruit and stuff isn't getting pollinated. And playing anybody eats fruit. I'm not saying it was aliens, but it was aliens. But the whole thing is sticking with me somehow. A lot. Bees. I'm so crazy. Buzzing isn't gone yet. If anything, it's louder. The exterminator couldn't hear anything either. And I got another prick in my arm when I was digging through the cupboard. Either these are coincidences or I'm being paranoid. Ugh. March 23. I've heard of yellow snow, but I wasn't aware that there are entire storms of yellow and black snow. How the f**k does that even work? Good thing I got some booze before it hit. Because I think the power's out. Party hard. Why the s**t did I move here? What if bees could come out of a hypothetical situation? Nine pages appear to have been removed with scissors. What if bees were intolerant of hornets? What if bees were made of smaller bees? What if bees were made out of bigger bees? What if you picked up a phone and instead of a phone, it was bees? What if there was a photo of bees? What if there were a bunch of bees on a plane? What if the dinosaurs were killed by bees? What if the dinosaurs were bees? What if your Facebook becomes infested with bees? What if bees hacked your Facebook? What if someone wrote on your wall about bees? What if cats vomited bees? What if bees could travel through paintings? What if bees was a science and was subject to bee review? What if bees are contagious? What if there was a bee gun? What if you forgot to reload the bee gun? What if the computer monitor could produce bees? What if bees start demanding civil rights? What if the Magna Carta has been bees the whole time? What if rabbits swore allegiance to the bees? What if Chinese bees? What if millennial bees? What if bees were four-dimensional? What if bees were time travelers? What if time travel turns you into bees? What if time travel requires bees? What if you could replace explosions with bees? What if instead of movies, there were bees? What if you could buy bees on the black market? What if bees are accepted as payment in Hawaii? What if instead of throwing beads on Mardi Gras, you threw bees? What if bees wrote a travelogue? What if the travelogue was just bees? What if you eloped with bees? What if you served refreshments to bees? What if someone mentions bees? What if bees formed a religion? What if that religion involved clockwork bees? What if bees had a polite disagreement? What if bees were paid to rake leaves? What if bees were in the guise of a tundra? What if bees are taken over your dreams? What if you controlled bees with your dreams? What if fictional characters happened to be bees? What if bees were aliens? What if bees came from the bee layer beneath the earth? What if bees could blow people up with a blink of an eye? What if bees were a superhero? What if you could mail order bees? What if the store has a sale on bees? What if the bees had a gay pride parade? What if bees went to the parade with no clothes? What if they intentionally paved over bees? What if I accidentally bees? What if bees could live in any hollow area? What if bees were secret agents? What if you and bees had highly different taste in music? What if plants danced to attract bees? What if bees swarmed around and stung people? What if bees are just mad because someone cut them off in traffic? What if bees could disrupt your wifi? What if bees were replaced with a numerical code? What if bees resembled bees? What if bees resembled different bees? What if bees were exactly like the movie? What if bees used magic to become good at dabbing? What if each anime was a different color of bee? What if bees were nocturnal and sucked blood? What if bees and werewolves were sworn enemies? What if dogs were unable to perceive bees? What if bees had subwoofers? What if nobody realized that the bees had an evil plan? What if bees were centered by the government? What if transition metals reacted with bees? What if bees framed a politician for larceny? What if bees had ties to organized crime? What if bees unwittingly morphed into bricks during the full moon? What if someone wrote a book about bees? What if bees were computer illiterate? What if I'm bees? What if bees misread directions and killed a lemon tree? What if bees were an accurate description of the concept of the assembly line? What if Willy Wonka was prepared for bees? What if bees had fetishes? What if bees could vibrate through walls and discern motives? What if bees are put on the no-fly list? What if bees were mistaken for a Russian Psyhop? What if bees overran a mental institution? What if bees had degeums about becoming lemurs? What if there was a wiki about bees? What if Wikipedia was bees? What if bees killed me mid-sent? The remainder of the last page is an illustration of numerous black specks attacking a stick figure in a room resembling SCP-3's apartment. The furniture and background also appear to be made out of small circles similar to those attacking a stick figure. Almost all of the blank space in the illustration has been filled with what are either stylized lightning bolts or the letter Z. I lock the door. March 32nd, April? I don't recall. Try again later. Bees. Bees. I ran out of aloe vera, had to use mouthwash. Surprisingly effective, but it still doesn't help with the bleeding. Called and we set up a date for 8pm Thursday, which was two hours ago. I'm surprised you could hear me over the buzzing. Oh, and the phone was bees Tuesday. Bee in hexadecimal is 1646 in decimal form. My favorite number. Who'da thunk it? Data expunged. I don't know why I wrote that. I'm not skits or anything. Disregard. The Godfather is on. I think I caught it partway through. Where the guy finds bees in his bed. Look at the TV. TV is bees. Note. No television was found in Mr. Rude's apartment, although a remote control was found. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. A number of small oval shapes are missing from the paper. Small amounts of pollen were found near the edges. I tried writing, but then the paper was bees. I'm going to drink from a bottle of whiskey and go to bed. What the hell? Bees do not go there. The following page was covered entirely in crushed bees and human blood upon recovery. Removal of the aforementioned tissues revealed that the following hadn't written on the page. I came over today and she screamed because of the bees. Now she is bees. I wonder why I'm not bees. Maybe I am. Do bees know they are bees? Yellow. Bring it. March 17. The snow is mostly gone and look at the pavement. Pavement is mostly not bees. I'm going to head over to the hospital and see if I can get this mole looked at. Bees followed me into the car and cut the brakes. God, I might be high. Good thing it was only another mile to the hospital. Shut up bees. I'm trying to write my journal. Go to hospital. Mole is bees. Already? How? I just got here. No. Wait. It's just my glasses. My glasses were definitely bees. I didn't schedule an appointment or anything but the nurse called a panic team or whatever it is and they ran me to a doctor. How thoughtful. But it's really not an emergency. I really just need them to look at a mole except that the mole is bees. They looked at me and said they didn't see anything wrong. Well of course there's nothing wrong except the bees and the bleeding but that's to be expected from bee stings. They argued for a while and then sent me away. March 119. I forgot to mention that the bees were eating the doctor. The others were screaming about it for a while but when bees finished it they calmed down a lot and signed me out. I'm done. Nope. Note. While the remainder of the diary is written in pencil, this appears to have been scratched into the paper. 30 pages are missing. I am bees. The remaining pages are blank. Conclusion. To date this remains the most accurate account of incident B-5 despite its inconsistencies. SCP-3 has no recollection of writing in any form of diary although the handwriting, personal knowledge and writing style are consistent with those of personnel assigned to containment of SCP are to read this document in its entirety. In the situation that the diary is bees, a modified document will be provided. End of file. To learn more about the SCP Foundation subscribe to SCP orientation today and turn the notification bell on so you don't miss any of our videos.