Every Dollar Has a Body Count | SCP-8508
6/15/202626 min
A prison inmate wakes up in a sealed room with a strange wooden box that produces money — but every payment forces him to relive the violent death tied to that bill. The more he spends to survive, the more SCP-8508 reveals the horrifying truth about guilt, justice, and the cost of every dollar. This story is derived from The SCP Foundation Database and is released under Creative Commons Sharealike 3.0. https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/ Author: Matt Doggett
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First 90 secondsDr. NoSleep· Host0:00
[tense music] Who wants to pitch in for New Greg's birthday? The hardened criminals sitting around the bolted-down table in the communal area stare daggers at me. They're playing cards, betting cigarettes, and I've interrupted their game.
Speaker 20:17
That old bastard is still alive?
Dr. NoSleep· Host0:20
Chunky says, the folds of fat comprising his face coming together in what passes for a grimace.
Speaker 20:25
Not for long.
Dr. NoSleep· Host0:27
Lonnie says, pulling a cigarette from behind his ear. Yeah. That's why I wanna get him something special from the commissary. I'm pitching in my last 10 bucks. Who wants to help? Sulk whips one enormous arm out, backhanding me in the chest. [groans] It knocks my breath away. The other cons laugh at me as I struggle to breathe. Once my capillaries are sucking up sweet oxygen again, I clench my fists and step toward the galoot. He lurches up from the table and faces me. Before I met Sulk, I was sure they couldn't stack shit so high, but he proved me wrong. The towering, veiny man has arms like legs and legs like well-fed pythons. I'll have a line of bruises down my chest from where his craggy knuckles hit me, but that's not why I shake my head and loosen my hands. "I don't fight," I say, "not anymore." Chunky guffaws.
Speaker 21:18
[laughs] I wouldn't fight him neither. He's a Buddhist now.
Dr. NoSleep· Host1:23
Lonnie exclaims snidely to the others.
Speaker 21:25
Or so he says. Funny how the little guys always find religion