Fiddleford again... Ford's not having the best day. He's undergone a bit of an existential crisis.
First off, let me say that for a top secret organization, these idiots are the most unorganized people I've ever met. Dr. Gears, the official who was meant to be mentoring us, was at site-45-a in Vegas. Here we are up near Michigan, and he's practically across the continent. Old codger.
So we travel to Vegas. And this jerk has the gall to greet us with a menial task. Go to a nearby storage unit and get some papers. Sounded simple enough, right? Well, we get there, to a storage room next to a blocked off tunnel, and I see how big the doors are, and I say, "Nuh uh. I ain't going in there. You go by yourself." And that's where this is all Ford's retelling, if he'd be so kind to elaborate on what happened.
Oh, um... okay. I go into this storage room, which is a long hallway. And.... this is when things start getting weird. Like.... weirder than normal weird. As I walk down this hall... I start... changing. I first notice the feathers. And then my sudden short stature. My feet are talons. By the time I get out the other door, I'm an owl. The tranformation was painful and traumatizing. But it was over, and now I was focusing on what I needed to do.
I flew around that little wooded pocket dimension for a solid fifteen minutes before I came across a church. Surely there were documents inside? I found the doors actually very easy to open, like they were built for animals. And up near the altar, I found two skeletons. One of a domestic cat, and one of a giant rabbit. Then I found the note.
I'll share the basics. This pocket dimension, labeled SCP-2746, was home to a band of intelligent and seemingly immortal animals, who ruled under a god known simply as "The Maker". And like all religion based societies, it fell apart when its leaders went against the code. This led to a great war, leaving all but two dead or escaped. The two here are the cat and rabbit, known as Sari and Suwaird.
What really got to me was that the note stated that many were banished to human vessels, which The Maker forced the Crafters to make in his image. And I... I didn't know how to process this information, so I fled, note in beak. Fiddleford, care to take it from here...? I'm exhausted.
Oh, uh... sure. Go get some rest. So.... all I see is Ford bolt out of that door with a piece of paper in his mouth, stark naked. Eyes wide, breathing heavy. It took five minutes of trying to calm him before I got anything out of him, and it was just a minor, "Hang on." before going in and coming out fully clothed again. Of course, he told me what happened shortly after, but I was worried he'd clam up again like he did yesterday.
And of course, as Ford told this story to Dr. Gears, he showed what I think was amusement? It's hard to tell with that man. Then Gears got the paper and just gave a quick thanks before running off. That's pretty much what happened.