So the other day I had a dream about meeting and almost going on a date with this weird little guy whose face would change every time someone looked at him. He was such a silly guy and I became lowkey obsessed with him, so I decided to make him his own character.
His name is Luca, and in all ways except physical, he’s just A Guy™.
He didn’t always have this Schrödinger’s face situation, he just sort of woke up like this one day. He thinks he’s been cursed but has no idea what he did or how to get rid of it. Fortunately it doesn’t cause anyone any actual harm, aside from making Luca very lonely and standoffish around people.
He was a lot more outgoing before the face thing, having a sizeable group of friends and often going out to see movies or check out arcades. That doesn’t happen much anymore. He’s become more withdrawn and burnt out, which pushes the friends who aren’t freaked out by his situation away. He really only talks to his mom now.
His voice is very soft and whispery. It had a slight raspiness to it. I don’t know why, but my brain has latched onto Zacharie’s voice from the old Lolzman87 OFF comic dubs. Specifically the mask comic. He didn’t sound like that in the dream but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ whatever.
Anyways, he’s actually very sweet. Most people judge him on looks alone so he tends to be irritable, but if you took the time to get to know him or aren’t put off by his appearance then he’ll warm right up to you.
(For the record also, this drawing here is the most accurate version of his weird face. It’s the drawing I did basically as soon as I woke up. These are his exact facial proportions on an actual human face.)
He’s also a bit of a romantic. A professional yearner. A sap, if you will. He was shy about it before but it goes double for his current situation.
And that’s really all the lore I have for him at this moment. At least the concrete canon stuff, I got other thoughts and feelings. I’m floating around the idea that maybe the curse goes away when he’s asleep, so you can see his handsome face while he’s resting and then the MOMENT he wakes up, his eyes almost pop out of his head. I also think it’d be funny if he lived in like the world of SCP or whatever where there’s like a government organization trying to catch and contain anomalous things. The only reason he’s not on the government’s radar is because his anomaly is purely cosmetic and about as psychologically harmful as like, when the pile of clothes in your room looks like a creature at night.
The people (Ivy [fandom so small it’s a groupchat so I can do direct callouts lmao loser]) yearn to date the anomalous twink. This is what it would be like.
Meet Luca! 5’3 short king, looks like he belongs in a Laika stopmotion film when people look at him, mildly cursed but you get used to it. Pretty chill guy.
Once you’re past that hurdle, you’ll realize it really wasn’t much of a hurdle compared to some of the things you may experience when you’re dating him.
Before the face incident, Luca was a lot more outgoing. He liked to frequent movie theatres and arcades with his friends, and naturally he’d bring you along either for group activities or one on one time.
Even with other people around, you’d absolutely have his full attention, and he’d get really flustered if anyone pointed it out to him. If it was obvious he was letting you win at a game, or that he’s losing because he keeps looking over to see if you’re watching, his face would turn the brightest shade of red you’ve ever seen.
Kind of the embodiment of that one post about dating tall people. “Why do I like dating tall people?” “How tall are you?” “5’3.” “You date tall people because you’re shorter than everyone.”
If you can, absolutely pick him up, he’ll get super embarrassed ESPECIALLY in public. Bonus points if you’re shorter than him.
He’s a bit of a cinephile, so a lot of dates are going to in some way or another involve movies. Even if you’re not going to midnight screenings or watching something at home, he’s probably going to at some point bring up a fun fact about how films are actually made.
If you’re doing movie night at home, he prefers physical media over simply streaming something. Not just for preserving media in this day and age, but because he likes the idea of the two of you going out to buy snacks and drinks and see what sort of movies or even games they got for rent. It’s more fun that way, more time to talk about each other’s day.
Is not the guy who has to point out that Viggo Mortenson broke his toe kicking the helmet in LOTR, but IS the guy who will be watching The Thing and tell you they used molten bubblegum and plastic for the scene where Norris’ head separates from his body.
While he loves going to theatres, it’s not as easy to cuddle up next to you in theatre seats as it is on his couch.
After the face incident, though, he would much rather do the date nights at home. While he’s fortunate that the theatre is dark and everyone is more focused on the movie, places like the arcade or even just the theatre lobby are very much public, which means more people will look at him.
Some people are used to it by now, but he’s sick of feeling when people look at him and any sort of comments they’ll make.
He’ll tough it out if you want to go out somewhere, he’ll just hope there’s a quiet corner for the two of you to eat and talk.
If you thought it was easy to make him flustered before, it’s worse now. He’s become rather insecure about his appearance, so if you start complimenting him, and you do it genuinely, he won’t know what to do with himself. He’d normally just try to laugh it off, but he just turns red and hides his face in his hands.
Do be careful, though, you might make him emotional.
Kissing is… kind of awkward. It has very little to do with his cleft lip and more to do with what happens to his mouth when he’s being perceived. His face changes shape and his mouth shrinks a little, which can be very weird to navigate if you’re making out. So long as your eyes are closed or the room is dark, there should be no change.
If there is a change, DO NOT MENTION IT. He’ll get in his head about it and it’ll spoil his mood.
Yes it's v short but he has like almost no lore and I'm not feeling particularly smutty rn. We love this massive dweeb.
Happy Easter y’all! I said I was putting someone in a bunny fit and it was Luca.
(Jason was also offered the opportunity, but was too busy helping his daughter paint eggs. He also made sure to add that he “would literally rather do anything else.”)
Anyways, I’m off to bed (lying), so as a bonus I’ll throw in chibi Luca as well :3
I think whatever I decide for Luca’s story, I want to make it very clear he is just a glorified background character in a bigger part of the story because the idea is really funny to me.
So you have the larger story centred around this cosmic entity I have formally dubbed the Face of the Mother, or just Mother. She appears in dreams and if you see her face in the dream you are horrifically disfigured and killed in your sleep. Luca is the only survivor because by some sheer stroke of luck his roommate just happened to wake him up before he saw her full face. The actually story would follow a group of researchers/knock off SCP foundation investigating Mother, trying to figure out why she kills and what she is.
But because Luca has nothing else going on besides his face situation, no powers or anomalous effects on the people around him, they just kinda. Put him on the proverbial back burner. Like they’re out of shit to do with him because it’s just his face looking weird sometimes. They got more important shit to do so they just send Luca back out there.
Like in my head it’s just a slice of life with a dude who looks weird and then in the background you see government agents interviewing civilians or carting off the latest victim. Luca’s just looking at the expiration date on some milk. Occasionally they bump into him like “hey Luca” “hey agent Smith, how’re the kids.” There’s an entire eldritch conspiracy going on but Luca’s not only not interested, he’s not even invited. He’s a footnote in the investigation and all he wants to do is get a date and go to the movies. King shit honestly.
39. What is your OC's pain tolerance like? What is the worst pain they have ever felt?
Jason's pain tolerance is a little lower than average. As for the worst pain he's ever felt, he's been through a lot of physically and mentally painful experiences, but he'd probably say one of the worst things he's ever felt is withdrawal. At least, it's the only answer he'd feel comfortable giving.
41. Has your OC ever hurt someone, either physically or verbally?
Yep. He's not proud of it. Now that he's gotten clean and is getting his temper under control, he's doing better.
49. Does your OC fear death?
I don't think Luca fears death, or he didn't before the whole face thing happened. He's got bigger things to worry about and is generally more anxious anyways, so I'd say he's less scared than the average person.
50. How does your OC die, eventually?
Excellent question. I have not gotten that far in the lore yet so I don't have an answer, BUT!!!! I can confidently say that had he not woken up before he saw Mother's face, he would have died after having his face effectively explode. His eyes would have burst and the skin would peel back like loose birch bark.
Note: due to the nature of this investigation, certain names and information will be redacted for the safety of those involved.
Description: On November 3rd, 2025, we had received word of a possible new victim of ███ ████ ██ ███ ██████, simply referred to as Mother. The report claimed there was a man located in █████████, ON, by a group of college students who had encountered him at a bus stop. They claimed he had some type of facial deformity and looking at him was “uncanny, like when [they] looked at him, they just knew that wasn’t what [the subject] should actually look like.” While initially written off as unrelated due to the report not matching previous information regarding the state of Mother’s previous victims, the Director ordered that we bring in the man identified as Luca McKenna in for questioning. We made contact on November 4th, and upon meeting Mr. McKenna, we deemed it necessary to bring him in for an interview as well as conduct further testing.
Luca McKenna is a college graduate from █████████ College, having graduated back in 2024 and is residing in a house off campus with originally two other roommates. Before the events of November 3rd, one of them had moved out of the house. McKenna is in his early twenties and 162cm tall, and he is of average build and health, though tests indicated he is lacking in vitamin D. In previous photos of McKenna, he is seen with curly black shoulder length hair, dark eyes, and a unilateral incomplete cleft lip, located under his left nostril.
When he is being looked at, McKenna’s facial features will change instantaneously. His eyes will become incredibly wide and round, his nose will shrink and almost flatten completely save for the very tip, which will become pointed. His mouth will shrink and his cleft lip, while still visible, will not be distinguishable between a cleft lip or scarred lip. His jawline will become sharper with his chin coming to a pronounced point. This change does not seem to hurt him, though he reports that he can feel when his face changes and is very aware of when people look at him.
McKenna can still record himself and take pictures of his face and experience no change, but if he is being watched on a live video feed then the change will occur. Observing videos and pictures will show him as having his original face, but McKenna himself will still experience the change. When being looked at, the observer will instinctually know this is not what McKenna is meant to look like, even if they have not encountered him previously. While tests are still being conducted, it appears that his face has no harmful anomalous properties, and that any feelings of fear or discomfort an observer may feel is purely subjective. It should be noted that the original witnesses described him as appearing “like a Tim Burton character,” to which some researchers familiar with Burton’s films have corroborated this, going a step further as to say he looks less like a Burton character and more like “if you gave a human the facial proportions of one.”
The audio log transcript below is from an interview conducted on November 6th between Dr. Locke and Mr. McKenna. McKenna was reluctant to the idea of a face to face interview, even when offered masks and other facial coverings. After a brief back and forth, he agreed to the interview on the condition he and Locke were in two different rooms or had a wall separating them. A booth was assembled for McKenna, built similarly to a ticket booth with the window replaced with an opaque plasterboard, complete with a small opening at the bottom to pass items and documents back and forth. There was no security feed showing the inside of this booth at the request of McKenna. The only security feed available shows Locke sitting in front of a booth while a guard stands by the door.
[BEGIN LOG]
LOCKE: The date is November 6th, 2025, and the time is 2:45 pm. This is Dr. Jacob Locke speaking, here to interview Mr. Luca McKenna. Luca McKenna was brought to our facility two days ago on November 4th following a report we had received the day before regarding his condition. Should all go well, this will be our last test before we begin the discharge process.
MCKENNA: (unintelligible)
LOCKE: I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear that.
MCKENNA: Are you seriously letting me go home?
LOCKE: Yes, should this interview go smoothly. We’ve run all the tests we needed to, so there is no reason to keep you here.
MCKENNA: Okay.
LOCKE: Alright, now I know you’ve answered these questions already, but I’m going to ask you anyway for the record. Your name is Luca McKenna, yes?
MCKENNA: Yes.
LOCKE: Age and birthdate?
MCKENNA: October 2nd, 2002, and I’m 23.
LOCKE: Good, good. Now, do you prefer if I call you Luca or Mr. McKenna?
MCKENNA: Um, Luca’s okay I guess.
LOCKE: Great. Now before we get to the incident, I want you to tell me about yourself. Your family, growing up, school, anything you think is relevant.
MCKENNA: Okay. I was born at a hospital in Toronto, and I was premature. I was born at 30 weeks and my mom says I had to stay in the hospital for almost two months because of some other health things. I don’t remember what it was, but I’ve been fine since then so I don’t think it matters. I was an only child, had loving parents, and I had friends at school. I did get picked on a bit because of my lip, but most of the kids liked me or just didn’t really care.
(At this point, the sound of McKenna tapping his fingers on the desk as he thinks is audible.)
MCKENNA: We weren’t super rich or anything but we lived decently, at least until I was in high school. I was 16 when my dad died. Car accident, he was on his way to work and the other driver had a stroke or heart attack behind the wheel and drove through a red light. Doctors said he died on impact and didn’t suffer, but it… it was rough. Especially on mom.
LOCKE: I’m very sorry to hear that.
MCKENNA: Things were tough, but I managed to graduate high school. Took time off to work for a bit and save up for college.
LOCKE: You attended █████████, correct?
MCKENNA: Yes, I was in the carpentry program. It’s what my dad did when he was around.
LOCKE: Was this also when you met your roommates?
MCKENNA: Just ████. I’ve been friends with ███████ since freshman year of high school. We weren't super best friends, but he was also going to █████████ for a different class, so it made sense for us to stay together.
LOCKE: Alright, and you all graduated in 2024?
MCKENNA: Yes.
LOCKE: Alright, that’s all I needed to know for your background. So suffice it to say, you had a fairly normal life up to this point.
MCKENNA: Pretty much, yeah.
LOCKE: Okay. You’re doing great, Luca. Now, can you tell me about what happened before the incident at the bus stop?
MCKENNA: I’m not sure where to start.
(Dr. Locke begins looking through a file. He pulls out a photograph and slides it to McKenna through the opening. The photograph in question depicts McKenna as well as three other individuals dressed in Halloween costumes, with McKenna in the centre dressed as a vampire. The photo was posted to social media on November 1st, two days before the report.)
LOCKE: Let’s start with the party, the last time you were in public before the incident.
(McKenna takes the picture and is quiet for roughly thirty seconds before he slides the picture back to Dr. Locke.)
MCKENNA: My friends invited me to a Halloween party. It was October 31st, and it was also Friday night, so things got crazy pretty quickly. I’m not a big drinker so I only had a couple drinks. I got home at 2 am I think, and pretty much went straight to bed.
LOCKE: Did either of your roommates go?
MCKENNA: No. ████ had already moved in with his girlfriend so they did their own thing, and ███████ was packing for a trip back home. His dad was having surgery and his family lives pretty far away, so he needed to be up early.
LOCKE: I’m assuming you didn’t see ███████ when you got home from your party, either?
MCKENNA: No, he was in bed already.
LOCKE: Alright. So you returned at 2 am and went straight to bed. What happened the next day, November 1st?
MCKENNA: I remember waking up late, probably at ten or something. It was ███████ knocking on my door asking if I was alive, and I said no, as a joke, you know. He said he was leaving and to take care, and then he left for home.
LOCKE: Did he ask you through the door, or did he come in?
MCKENNA: I think he cracked the door open so I could hear him.
LOCKE: Did he see you?
MCKENNA: No, I don’t think so. I was under the covers and I’m a side sleeper, so I wasn’t facing the door. He probably just saw my hair if anything, but he didn’t see my face.
(Dr. Locke pauses to write in his notes before returning to the questions.)
LOCKE: So what happened after ███████ left?
MCKENNA: I got up eventually, and I remember having a really bad headache even though I didn’t actually drink that much. Not enough to get hung over, I don’t think, but I drank from the punch bowl so who knows what was in there. I took some advil and drank some water, and then I mostly just hung out in my room. Occasionally I got up to go to the bathroom or get something to eat, but that was it.
LOCKE: So you stayed inside November 1st.
MCKENNA: Yes.
LOCKE: Did you talk to anyone?
MCKENNA: I texted people, but I didn’t talk to anyone face to face.
LOCKE: And what about November 2nd?
MCKENNA: I was feeling better, so I spent the day tidying up the house.
LOCKE: Did you talk to anyone or go outside?
MCKENNA: No, I just spent most of the day cleaning, and then I played video games until I went to bed. I think it was 11 pm.
(Dr. Locke begins writing again, then goes back to questioning.)
LOCKE: This brings us to November 3rd, the day of the incident. Now, I want you to tell me in as much detail as you can what happened that day. Even if it seems unimportant, we need to know so we can understand what happened.
MCKENNA: Alright. I woke up before eight, and decided to have a shower before I got breakfast. My face looked fine in the mirror before and after my shower. I ate breakfast at around 8:30, and I was going to make some coffee to go with it but I didn’t. The milk was expired, so after breakfast I decided to go out and get some, and a coffee.
LOCKE: Where did you end up going?
MCKENNA: I was going to the nearest gas station or convenience store that happened to have a Timmies, or was close to a Timmies. Whichever came first really.
LOCKE: So what time did you end up leaving?
MCKENNA: About nine.
LOCKE: Tell me about it.
MCKENNA: It was pretty chilly so I had my hood up, and I was also wearing my headphones when I was walking. I don’t think anyone saw me or was really paying attention to me anyways.
LOCKE: Tell me what happened at the bus stop.
(McKenna takes a few seconds to answer.)
MCKENNA: I only stopped because I had to tie my boots and I didn’t want to be in the middle of the sidewalk. I was sitting on the bench, and I was still listening to music, so I didn’t hear them come over.
LOCKE: You are referring to the witnesses, correct?
MCKENNA: Yes.
LOCKE: And you knew them, right? You're friends?
MCKENNA: Only █████████, but she's more of a friend of a friend. She’s the girl in the witch costume in that picture. I don’t know the other two.
LOCKE: I see. And what happened when █████████ and her friends came over?
MCKENNA: She said hi at first, but I didn’t hear her because of the headphones so she tapped me on my shoulder. It made me jump at first, and I pulled my hood down to look. When she looked at me… I don’t know how to describe it but I felt like there was something wrong with my face the moment we made eye contact. She was smiling for a second, and then she looked shocked, and then she looked… scared.
(McKenna pauses.)
MCKENNA: She started freaking out, and her friends did too. I took my headphones out and asked what was wrong but she… she just kept asking me what happened, and I asked what she was talking about, and her friends tried to calm her down. I kept asking what was wrong, and she asked what happened to my face. I was scared now, and asked what she meant, but she was still freaking out.
LOCKE: What happened next, Luca?
MCKENNA: I started touching my face, and it was wrong. I know what my face looks and feels like, but somehow it felt different. I turned my head, and I happened to be standing right by a shop window. I… I saw my reflection, and I…
(There’s an audible sniffling noise.)
LOCKE: Take your time.
MCKENNA: I just remember I was screaming when I ran home.
LOCKE: Your retelling lines up with the witnesses’ claims, not that we doubted it. Now, you say you can’t describe what it felt like when your face changed, but I want you to try, just so we can have the information.
(McKenna takes a moment to compose himself. Sniffling is audible. He takes a deep breath.)
MCKENNA: The closest I can get is when you become aware of your own breathing or blinking, or, like, how the clothes on your body fit. I don’t know how else to describe it when my face changes. I’m just suddenly aware of it, and… and I think I also feel people staring at me.
LOCKE: Can you describe that as well?
MCKENNA: It’s just the weird feeling you get when you feel like you’re being watched.
LOCKE: Okay. You’re doing great Luca, we’re almost done with the interview. I have one last question, and then we’re finished.
MCKENNA: Are you really going to just let me go? Aren’t I some… weird anomaly thing?
LOCKE: Yes. Confidentiality prevents me from disclosing certain details, but rest assured, you will be going home if all goes well.
MCKENNA: If you say so.
LOCKE: Now, the final question I have for you. Leading up to the incident, were you having any sort of sleep troubles?
MCKENNA: What?
LOCKE: Were you having any sort of issues with your sleep before the incident?
MCKENNA: I… well… I don’t know. What type of sleep problems?
LOCKE: Anything that would be out of the norm for you. Having difficulty going to bed and waking up on time, or suddenly getting a good night’s rest after a history of insomnia without the use of medication.
MCKENNA: I mean, the last time anyone saw me was Halloween, and my sleep wasn’t great because I was hungover. It was the weekend too, when I usually stay up at night playing games or watching movies, and then I wake up late.
LOCKE: Did you have any sort of strange dreams, or perhaps a lack of dreams?
MCKENNA: No, I… wait.
LOCKE: Yes?
MCKENNA: Dreams. I had a dream when I went to bed on Halloween. I have weird dreams sometimes because I like to watch weird movies, and I usually write them down so I can remember them for later. I had one on Halloween, but I was too hungover and tired to remember to write it down.
LOCKE: Do you remember any of it?
MCKENNA: That’s the thing, I usually forget them, but this dream… it was more of a nightmare really, but I remember most of it. I think I remember all of it.
LOCKE: Tell me about the dream.
MCKENNA: What does a dream have to do with anything?
LOCKE: Luca, I cannot stress how important it is you tell me what happened in the dream.
(It’s at this point Dr. Locke opens his notebook again and begins writing down the details of McKenna’s dream as he recounts it. His writing is audible in the recording, and continues until the conclusion of the interview.)
MCKENNA: It was right after the Halloween party when everyone was waiting for their rides to come pick them up. In real life, I got a ride with █████, ███████’s girlfriend, but in the dream she drove off without me. So I was just waiting for someone to pick me up, watching everyone else either get into a cab or uber or ride with their friends. Eventually, I was the only one left. There weren’t any cars, all the houses had their lights off, they didn’t even have lit pumpkins anymore. It was just me, and the streetlights. So I waited a little longer.
LOCKE: How long did you wait?
MCKENNA: I don’t know, it felt like hours but I don’t think it was long. I gave up at some point and started walking home. I walked my usual route, and it was so quiet. There still weren’t any other lights other than the street lights. I even passed by some stores, and they were completely closed and dark inside.
(McKenna begins tapping his fingers again.)
MCKENNA: I think… I think I was two blocks away when I stopped walking. I couldn’t see my place from where I was, but I could clearly see where I needed to turn to get on my street. I just had this weird gut feeling, like… I don’t even know, but whatever it was, I didn’t feel safe going down that way.
LOCKE: Did you keep going?
MCKENNA: Where I stopped on the sidewalk, there was an alley next to me. My friends and I used it as a shortcut a handful of times. It was dark, and I didn’t want to go down it, but I got that feeling of being watched, so I went through it anyway. When I went down it, the feeling of being watched didn’t go away, but it changed. It wasn’t like being watched anymore, but more like… don’t let whatever is watching you know that you know it’s there. I just… I just had this sinking feeling that if I did anything to acknowledge it, something really bad would happen to me.
(McKenna is quiet for a moment. He lets out an audible breath before he continues.)
MCKENNA: I got to the end of the alley and turned the corner. I tried to keep my head and eyes as straight as possible, I was scared to look at it through the corner of my eye. I think it figured out that I knew it was there, though. Like, because I was trying so hard to ignore it, it became obvious I was ignoring it. I only took a few steps around the corner when I felt myself freeze.
LOCKE: What happened next?
MCKENNA: I felt it. I felt it right behind me.
LOCKE: Did you hear anything at all?
MCKENNA: No. It was just there, and I could tell it was a lot taller than me. A lot taller. It just stood there for a while, towering over me, and I was too scared to move. I felt it lean forward, and I heard this sort of creaking noise above me.
(A moment of silence.)
MCKENNA: It touched my face. It reached forward, brushed past my hair, and it held me by my jaw with both hands. I tried not to move, but I don’t think it would have let me. I heard it speak then.
LOCKE: What did it say?
MCKENNA: It asked me why I wouldn’t look at it.
LOCKE: What did the voice sound like? Did you recognize it?
MCKENNA: It sounded like a woman, and it was almost like a whisper. It was quiet, I wouldn’t have heard it if the world itself wasn’t dead silent. It sounded really hoarse, like it was hard for it to speak to me.
LOCKE: Did you respond?
MCKENNA: I was too scared. I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t move, I didn’t want to. I heard the creaking again, and it… it started getting closer. Like, something high above me was starting to bend forward towards me. The closer it got, the more it creaked and the louder that creaking became. I tried to fight it, to run, but I couldn’t. I was stuck frozen. It kept getting closer, and it kept my face in place. I could feel it right above me, and I knew that if I saw it then something bad would happen. It started coming into view, and I could see it was red and round. It… it was the top of a head.
(It’s at this point McKenna’s voice becomes hushed, almost a whisper.)
LOCKE: Luca, you need to speak up, I can’t hear you.
MCKENNA: My eyes started to hurt, and it kept going, and then I saw the eyes, and they (inaudible). I felt my eyes going wide, they felt like they were going to pop.
(Dr. Locke stops his writing at this moment. He waits for McKenna to keep going.)
LOCKE: What happened next?
MCKENNA: I heard ███████ knocking on my door, and I woke up.
LOCKE: I see. Are you alright?
MCKENNA: Sorry, I… I don’t know why, but I wasn’t scared when I woke up. I don’t know why I got scared just now.
LOCKE: You don’t need to apologize. You’ve done well. You have no idea how much this is going to help us.
MCKENNA: (inaudible)
LOCKE: What was that?
MCKENNA: … I think it was (inaudible).
LOCKE: Once more, I don’t think the tape can hear you.
MCKENNA: A mask. I think it wore a mask. I could see its eyes, and they were too small for the eye sockets.
(Dr. Locke looks over to the guard and nods. He proceeds to gather his notes as Luca quietly sniffles.)
LOCKE: This is Dr. Jacob Locke. Concluding interview with Luca McKenna.
[END LOG]
Addendum: While there is no conclusive evidence to support this theory yet, we believe the only reason Luca survived his encounter with Mother is because his roommate had woken him up before he saw her entire face. It seems even glimpsing it is enough to cause irrevocable changes in her victims. As of December 23rd, he has reported no changes or strange dreams since our first contact. He does report that he has become largely isolated, though we believe that is a choice he has made given his circumstances, and is not directly related to our ongoing investigation.
