Anomolous radio station, standard procedure. The signal is prevented from hitting normal radios. Same old same old. But.. Now that SCP is really the only thing listening, nobody is calling in. And when nobody calls in, the DJs (Snakebite and The Other Guy) get bored. This boredom leads to all manner of terrible things hinted at until the solution of setting up a division of people solely to call into the station.
Yeah, it's one of those. But I think that the story would be fun to read. Standard weird signal -> Shut it down -> Problem escalates -> Problem out of hand -> Simple solution that has minor benefits.
Sort of like the phone sex line to plants scip, but I get to write out a lot of humorous DJ banter.
Excerpt from one of the first recorded instances of SCP-XXXX
THE OTHER GUY (TOG): WhoooOOOOoooaa, my gorps and gizzles! It's a new month and that means-
[Air horn sound clip 3 times]
TOG + SNAKEBITE: AMBER ALERT APRIL!
TOG: If we see YOUR license plate number on an Amber Alert that hits OUR phones in the WSCP Van, cruising Tuesdays through Putzdays, you could get pulled over and given a $200 gift card to Barnes & Carter's! Sorry glarks and glarkettes. You ain't qualified to win cause nobody likes you!
[sound clip of baby crying]
[sound clip of crunchy eating noises]
SNAKEBITE: (heavy lisp) Yeah, ya dumb turds. Stop eatin' all them babies. Get a real job, huh?