Disclaimer I do not own SCP.

Logs:

Day 1: I woke up in what looks like a hermit's cabin. I saw a few notes near me, I think they are related to me.

They say.

Wow! You just found yourself your very own Little Mister, a limited collection from Dr. Wondertainment!

Find them all and become mister collector!

Mr. Charmeleon Mr. Headless Mr. Laugh Mr. Forgetful Mr. Shapey Mr. Soap Mr. Hungry Mr. Brass Mr. Hot Mrs. Sweetie Mr. Life and Mr. Death Mr. Fish Mr. Moon Mr. Redd (discontinued) Mr. Money Mr. Lost ##### Mr. Mad Mr. Scary Mr. Stripes Mr. Words (Check)

Is this some sort of collectors sheet for toys? Then all of a sudden, words started flying from the sheet like some Illuminati shit! And I would do what a normal person would run away in fear. I have to know what's going on.

Day: 2

I found this weird tattoo on my arm with the words Property of Dr. Wondertainment on it. I also can't remember anything other than what I learned. I think whatever the hell, Dr. Wondertainment Is I think It has to do with me, after all, who the hell wakes up with no memories with a tattoo saying you're the property of Dr. Wondertaintment!

Day: 3

My journal logs are flying all around the place. Why the fuck is this happening!? I have to find a way to control these goddamn stupid words! It's been happening to every single word I encountered too! It's getting on my nerves!

Day: 4

Success! I found a way to control the words. They seem to follow my emotions, and I could even send commands! It'll be very helpful. I found a pendent on me with a picture of some woman. It took a while until my tears started running. I saw a footprint. Maybe somebody is nearby?

Day: 5

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Day 6:

As far as I can tell, they won't give up! I can't face them. It's like facing death. They are very silent and precise, they seem to lack training though. I'll make a note of that.

Day: 9

They're closing up to me. I can't hide, they're just going shoot through any hiding spot I could find.

Day: 11

Recently I've used the words I made to distract them. Sooner or later, I'll have to use the logs.

D y: 1

T ey t ap ed me I to a c rn r s it! I m s de d. F ck!

Day: 15

I managed to escape

I made a couple o-_--=.

Day: 28

I`m trapped again. I can't do anything now. After all, they won't fall for my tricks twice and, anything simple will never catch them off guard. I only have enough time to write this log.

Day: 32

They've captured me. I was able to hide my logs. It's only a matter of time they find out though.

Day: 35

I'm planning to get some "materials". It might give me some needed answers.

Day: 41

I finally did it. I got some supplies including, A pen, A small pistol, and a file named Item Pending. I opened it up and-