Personnel PAC3 File
Role: GENSEC , Researcher
SteamID: STEAM_0:0:785391411
Lore:
====Background====
Bob Jacobs was a very reserved and thoughtful child growing up in rural Canada with only a single plushie unicorn as his companion. Which he nicknamed "Balloonicorn" because of its pink, inflatable look and unicorn resemblance. The plush unicorn became Bob's one and only best friend, but not only was he her best friend, he was her one and only comfort pal. Over the years, the unicorn became a symbol of resilience and good luck, accompanying him through both joyful and challenging times.
====Recruitment====
After completing high school Bob became fascinated by science and the mysteries of the world. Bob decided to pursue a career in research, eventually securing a position at a prestigious research facility in Saskatchewan. His brilliance in physical and psychological studies soon caught the attention of the SCP Foundation, which extended him an offer to work alongside them in the Foundation. With gratitude, he accepted. Throughout all this, his beloved Balloonicorn unicorn remained his constant companion, carried in his breast pocket as a cherished good luck charm and symbol of hope.
====SCP-457 Incident Report Log====
Bob's journey within the Foundation was great; however, it took a tragic turn during a breach involving SCP-457. During a Routine Experiment with SCP-457 The SCP made of flames broke containment, resulting in a mass fire and chaos. The D-Class subject brought for testing died almost instantly in the flames, followed by the security guard, one of Bob's close friends. Bob attempted to activate the emergency fire suppressants as debris collapsed and fire spread uncontrollably while SCP-457 approached rapidly. Bob's only concern was protecting the one thing that had never abandoned him. Rather than saving himself, he shielded his beloved Balloonicorn with his own body, clutching it tightly against his chest while the inferno tore across the room. "PLEASE, THIS IS ALL I HAVE, GOD DAMN IT!" he screamed as his last moment concious, fighting his body in attempts to hold conciousness as his skin began to boil.
By the time MTF and Foundation trauma teams forced their way inside, Bob was barely alive. His body had suffered horrific burns and permanent damage from the fire, but hidden beneath his scorched and near-unmovable arms was the Ballonicorn Plushie, singed and worn yet intact.
====Medical Logs====
The months following were agonizing. Endless surgeries, skin grafts, and painful recoveries left Bob physically scarred beyond recognition. The damage to his mandible and mental region was severe enough that he could no longer bear the thought of others seeing what remained beneath the burns. Determined to continue his work and aspirations, Bob constructed a specialized mouthpiece designed to protect his damaged flesh and shield the sensitive scar tissue from further injury. The mouthpiece / mask featured filters to assist his breathing due to the damaged thoracostomy tube. This design allowed Bob to conceal his ruined features while still conveying some sense of emotion to the outside world.
Inside the mouthpiece, a tube was placed onto the mouthpiece that inserts into his throat, similar to a tracheal tube, to assist in ensuring oxygen is exchanged and protecting further damage to his lungs.
Yet even with the mouthpiece, Bob felt the mask looked unsettling and incomplete. To soften the intimidating appearance, he began to wear an odd-looking tall black top hat with a ribbon around it in attempts to provide an accepting and cherishing nature to subjects to reduce fear of his deformity. What started as an attempt to draw attention away from his scarred face slowly became his identity. A strange but oddly elegant style that made him feel human again rather than just another broken foundation researcher subject to its cruel, cruel hand.
====Psychological Notes/Comments====
Though scarred both physically and emotionally, Bob continued his work within the SCP Foundation with quiet resolve. Behind the mouthpiece and beneath the top stood a man held together not by fearlessness, but by the comfort of a small unicorn companion that survived the flames in his pocket beside him.
"People think the mask hides what happened to me. Truth is, it hides how much of me never left that fire."
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