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RAISA — TELECOMMUNICATIONS TRANSCRIPTION 19/09/2022 — E726B932_IA Caller ID: Maria Jones — Director, Records, Archival, and Information Security Administration. Recipient ID: Vincent Bohart — Director, Site-333. Jones: Good afternoon. This is Maria Jones, with the— Bohart: About damn time, 30 minutes or it's free my ass. Hang on, I'll buzz you in… Jones: Am I speaking with Vincent Bohart? Bohart: Yes, just hang on a moment, [muffled] Jenny, which one does the thing for the front door again? Bohart: [muffled] No, I tried that one… Yeah… Obviously, I'm not going to tip, we've been waiting an hour… Jones: Director, I'm calling on behalf of the Foundation's Records, Archival, and Information Security Administration. We've noticed some concerns related to your site's annual reporting. Bohart: Huh? You're not — oh why didn't you say so. Uhhh, right. Well, it's September and if I recall correctly, we don't need to tickle the brass until the end of fiscal, which is what, May? Jones: The Foundation's fiscal year ends December 31st. Although that's irrelevant to the reasoning for my call; our records indicate that Site-333 has not shared its mandated recordkeeping with RAISA since 1982. Bohart: Oh, uh. Are you sure? Jones: I am absolutely certain. We expect digitized copies of all relevant files by the week's end. Bohart: Okay, will you hold for a moment? The phone call is abruptly terminated by the recipient. Item#: 7399 Level2 Containment Class: super keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: N/A. Description: SCP-7399 is a malevolent entity anomalous phenomena that consumed the entirety of has affected Site-333's on-location recordkeeping since 1982. While the precise nature of SCP-7399 is not understood at this time, it is presumed to be a real bastard mematic in nature… Site-333 — Interdepartmental Communications Log: 19/09/2022 — 3:14 pm Vincent Bohart, Director; Tony Catalano, Accounting & Tourism; Leonora Morales, Wildlife Specialist; Noah Patel, Cryptozoologist & Museum Curator. Leonora Morales: I'm pretty sure it's 'memetic.' Tony Catalano: Shoot, what does that mean again anyway? Leonora Morales: It's like an image that makes your brain do things, related to the word 'meme,' I think. Tony Catalano: Like those little animal pictures with the backgrounds? Noah Patel: I still liked it better when it was some sort of creature that got in. We could say the Jersey Devil knew we were onto it and broke in to burn or eat the documents! Tony Catalano: I'm with Noah on this, not that last part, but the start. Speaking on behalf of my department, we're anti-memetic. Vincent Bohart: If this were in any way a vote, I consider that. We need a reason why we didn't notice until now: a cover story for why it's been going on for so long. Lenora Morales: Why has it gone on for so long? Vincent Bohart: I had a look and it seems the old director, before my time I want to stress, hired an external company to deliver our documents to whomever, saved him a buck or two. We'd just stack the boxes out front and they'd take it away. Vincent Bohart: Well turns out, that company went under in 82' after being sued for mistaken deliveries, something to do with a lung transplant. Tony Catalano: So all those boxes we've been putting out for years? Where'd they go? Vincent Bohart: Well, we have been putting them in the garbage collection zone. So… Noah Patel: Jeez. But we must have duplicates, right? I mean we wouldn't have thrown out the originals. Vincent Bohart: Do you know how much printer ink costs? No way in hell are we blowing that kind of dough on papers we already have. Leonaora Morales: Had. Papers we had, given that they're now who knows where. Vincent Bohart: Right, which is why we need to get this thing done. So let's pass it off as some sort of anomaly that gets rid of documents: "Super Keter," big fish stuff. Noah Patel: Uhh, boss. What happens if the Foundation believes us? Vincent Bohart: Christ, Noah. Then they think there's a hostile memetic agent consuming its documentation and we're in the clear! Noah Patel: And if they get worried about this thing expanding? If RAISA is breathing down our necks now, what are they going to say if they think there's a threat to their records? Vincent Bohart: Shit. Vincent Bohart: Okay, plan B. You three get started on falsifying documents: field reports, contained anomalies, research results, Friday night pizza parties, the works. Tony Catalano: You want us to falsify two decades worth of information in a week? Vincent Bohart: That's the spirit! Better get cracking. You know what we say at Site-333: 'Who Dares Wins.' Leonaora Morales: Isn't that the British SAS? Vincent Bohart: I know right? Pretty cool. Noah Patel: And what are you going to be doing while we're working on all this? Vincent Bohart: Plan C. Nx-36 — "Atlantic City" — Promotional Photo — Update Caption Before Use. Typical seagull behaviour — Exhibit A. SCP-7399 REPORT — 01: Leonora Morales 21/09/2022 Dir. Bohart, After going through our animal behaviour files, there's one thing I noticed. Although there are numerous observations of unusual conduct on animals throughout Nexus-36: groups of bats raiding casino buffets, that period of time where every single soup along the boardwalk had a fly in it, the beach being overrun by crabs every March, plus that whole thing with the sperm whale getting stuck in the Ferris wheel we had to deal with — no animal shows up as consistently in our records as the seagull. It's shocking how much of the zoology department has just been cataloguing seagulls. I mean, I knew I commented thinking a bunch of them were smoking, but this rabbit hole goes so much deeper than that. All my predecessors, as far back as I can tell, have commented on the aggressive, possessive, manipulative behaviour seen by Atlantic City seagulls. I think we've stumbled upon something big, maybe the largest documented animal behavioural anomaly in the Foundation's history! I'm including my findings in the following document and will be sending it to zoologists stationed at Foundation sites around the globe for peer review. SEAGULL_ANOMALOUS_BEHAVIOUR_333-REPORT_final_draft_v2_final.dox.pdf I'm sure this is just the sort of cutting-edge fieldwork that RAISA will want to have on hand, and to think I may never have clued into it had we not gotten that review! The system works! I've got a good feeling about this! Typical seagull behaviour — Exhibit B. Update: 22/09/2022 Heard back from some of my colleagues, they noted similar findings at basically all urban centres where these birds frequent. That behaviour I was talking about, turns out it's downright common. Atlantic City's seagulls aren't anomalous, they're just regular assholes. SCP-7399 REPORT — 02: Noah Patel 23/09/2022 Hello Director Bohart, I understand that you were hoping for us to compile as much information on different anomalies as possible, but I think I have something you'll be far more interested in. I know I've given you print copies before, but this way you won't lose it again! A Consideration of the New Jersey Devil A Ficto-Critical Exploration and Justification for the Cryptid's Existence, With Consideration to its Successful Avoidance of Direct Foundation Observation. by Noah Patel, Cryptozoologist & Head Curator, Site-333, Museum of the New Jersey Devil. Abstract: In this work, I compile documentary evidence, first-hand accounts, and peripheral information regarding the elusive cryptid: the New Jersey Devil. I furthermore analyze these sightings within frameworks for folkloric tales and urban legends, establishing the commonality between the Jersey Devil and other cryptids, whose existence has been verified by the Foundation. In doing so, the likely nature of its presence is affirmed and validated. To respond to inquiries as to why the Jersey Devil has not yet been formally acknowledged by the Foundation, I include a ficto-critical account of the creature's methods of operations, aims, desires, and interpersonal relationships. This evidence-backed narrative account provides an objectively-informed and data-supported method of understanding the cryptid's relationship to human society, the Foundation, and the art of dance. It is my belief that this work will revitalize the Foundation's attempts to understand urban cryptids and their complex interplay with the individual researchers who study them. Page: 1 / 5,286 SCP-7399 REPORT — 03: Tony Catalano 24/09/2022 Vincent, I've been reviewing the Site-333 finances, really taking the time to sit down with them and pour over everything closely. I expected it to be messy, but my god, it's so much worse. Vincent, I cannot stress this enough: Site-333 should, by all accounts and metrics, not be financially viable to run for a period of three weeks, let alone several decades. Nothing about this makes sense, I could talk your ear off about how this transgresses the most basic, fundamental rules of accounting — hell, it practically dances on their graves, but I know you wouldn't listen. Instead, I've pulled some examples from a long, long list: We've somehow taken out a triple mortgage on the property, two of which are from the same bank; Legally we do not own the 2nd-floor washrooms — those were sold in 1985 and I don't even know to whom, it just says "Plumers;" Every Site-333 employee receives a voucher for 50% off purchases from Brachistone Shoe Polish Company. In exchange, the company receives a small portion of any footwear purchase made by one of us. I have no idea how this is enforced or monitored; 35% of the gift store's revenue is listed as deriving from purchases of 'saltwater taffy.' I have not found a single invoice of us ever buying or stocking saltwater taffy; We owe over $120,000 dollars to the Atlantic City Fire Department for "services not yet rendered;" There are several hundred payments that are clearly laundering money, but whoever set that up has the receiving account as Site-333's; so both the actual payments and the 'dirty money' flows directly back in, minus the laundromat's operating costs; Noah Patel is the sole employee who has had income tax regularly deducted from his pay, and it's listed as paying to the South Korean government. I tried to enter most of what I found into our accounting software and got the error message: "INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR MEANINGFUL ANSWER" before it froze up and the computer started to smoke. I know this goes against your instructions to compile the information, but I made an executive decision on behalf of the accounting department. I tossed the computer into the dumpster outback as it caught fire and piled all the papers on top of it. We're going to start over because I literally cannot begin to deal with any of that shit. - Tony Nx-36 — "Atlantic City" — Promotional Photo — Update Caption Before Use. Site-333 — Interdepartmental Communications Log: 23/09/2022 — 11:17 am Vincent Bohart, Director; Tony Catalano, Accounting & Tourism; Leonora Morales, Wildlife Specialist; Noah Patel, Cryptozoologist & Museum Curator. Vincent Bohart: Well done everyone, I'm proud of you all. Noah Patel: Thank you, sir I— Vincent Bohart: Is what I would say if you hadn't all fucked this up. Jesus Christ, people. I didn't expect a miracle, but this? Vincent Bohart: All I ask is that you spend one week doing your jobs, and what do I see: misallocation of site resources, incompetence, insubordination, and a damn novel draft; Noah if I wanted to read that I wouldn't have thrown away the earlier manuscripts you gave me. Noah Patel: You said a bird— Vincent Bohart: We've got five hours left to get shit done till RAISA kicks in our door and my teeth. So if you've got any ideas, now is the time people. Noah Patel: … Tony Catalano:… Leonora Morales:… Vincent Bohart: That's what I thought, well folks— Leonora Morales: What about plan C? Vincent Bohart: Plan what? Tony Catalano: Yeah, you said while we working on this, you'd be lining up plan C. Vincent Bohart: Oh, right… well uh… Leonora Morales: There's no plan C, is there? Vincent Bohart: [sighs] No, there's no… unless.. That's it! Vincent Bohart: Noah's lack of editorial tact has given me an idea. RAISA wants our records, but think about it, they managed documents from every Foundation site the world around! There's no way they're actually reading every scrap of paper! There's got to be hundreds of SCP files alone! Leonora Morales: Actually, there are several thousand. Vincent Bohart: Exactly! Here's what we do, folks. We're going to gather every single document in this site, hell in the whole town! We're going to scan and send those nerds every book, every receipt, and every complaint form we can get our hands on. They're going to be swamped with so much info they won't bother us again for another 20 years! Vincent Bohart: Noah, you long-winded, beautiful bastard, go pull every photograph from that weird museum of yours — and all the gift cards too! Tony, start making spreadsheets, I don't give a shit what's in them, just fill 'em with numbers, the more the better. Leonora, I want you to grab some help and take the van down to the public library, just fill it with books off the shelves, if they give you a hassle say it's termites or something. Leonaora Morales: I don't think termites are very likely— Vincent Bohart: I said 'something,' it doesn't matter. Now get going people, we got a deadline to meet! Site-333 personnel, having acquired document for digitization from an unattended, underfunded, children's library. RAISA — TELECOMMUNICATIONS TRANSCRIPTION 26/09/2022 — E726B932_IA Caller ID: Maria Jones — Director, Records, Archival, and Information Security Administration. Recipient ID: Vincent Bohart — Director, Site-333. Jones: This is Maria Jones, of the Foundation's Record— Bohart: Ah, Maria! Glad to hear from you. I trust you received those documents we sent? Sorry about that delay, you know how these things go. I'm sure you've got them stored away now though, somewhere nice and safe, and out of sight? Jones: Yes. We received the document transfer. We have actually just finished reviewing the files your site sent. Bohart: You what, finished?! All of them? Jones: Yes. Apologies for the delay; I would be responding to you more immediately had it not been for the weekend. Jones: I am now permitted to inform you that our initial reason for contacting you was a ruse. RAISA had been aware of Site-333's failure to submit relevant files and documentation for review since 1982, the initial omitted year. I apologize for the falsehood, but it was necessary. We have been conducting an internal audit of Foundation sites' response to emergent recordkeeping and information security situations, and Site-333 was one such site selected for review. Bohart: Hang on, you're telling me that this was some sort of game? Jones: Not a game, Director. An assessment. If you'll open the email I have just sent, you'll see our feedback on your site's performance. I will stay on the line as you review the rubric. RAISA — SITE-333 PERFORMANCE REVIEW: Criteria Rating Leadership & Teamwork: Do site personnel work effectively as a team? Do those in positions of authority effectively delegate responsibilities and oversee their subordinates? D Organization & Communication: Do site personnel display a systematic and orderly approach to problem-solving? Are they able to communicate this approach effectively? F Creativity & Flexibility: Do site personnel respond intuitively to emerging problems? Do they display the capacity to pursue creative solutions? C- Professionalism & Responsibility: Do site personnel conduct themselves in a professional manner? Do they accept responsibility for roles assigned to them and/or errors they have made? F Adaquecy of Response: Do site personnel successfully respond to the assessment situation, as conveyed to them by the Recordkeeping and Information Security Administration? F- OVERALL ASSESSMENT: UNSATISFACTORY PASS/FAIL: SITUATIONAL PASS Bohart: What the hell? How did you? Did you wiretap me? Jones: Director, you should be well aware that RAISA is mandated to monitor all official communication channels employed by the Foundation to ensure operational and information security. Although that was hardly necessary in this case: your office documented the attempted cover-up in one of the files you forwarded to us: SCP-7399. Bohart: Jesus, you really read through everything? I don't even get through my own paperwork most days. Honestly half the time I don't even read what I'm signing. Jones: Are you sure this is information you wish to disclose? Bohart: Hang on, if you knew this was a test, and if I remember one thing from high school right, 'F's are 'bad,' why'd we get a green light? What does a 'situational pass' mean? Jones: Director, the purpose of this assessment is to determine areas of improvement for Foundation sites' recordkeeping and information security. We intended for this to be an opportunity for RAISA to identify overlooked pitfalls or redundancies, in order to improve the efficacy of current operational methods. Jones: Site-333 has underperformed at previously unseen levels. At basically every opportunity, your employees have disregarded established policies and systematic supports. To put simply, we have not seen room for meaningful improvement, self-reflection, or personal and institutional growth; as such, our review concluded that the work necessary to educate Site-333 personnel and implement better recordkeeping systems would be significantly more costly in both time and effort than the harm caused by your site's current methods — however insufficient they are. We believe that attempting to resolve the identified issues would be less beneficial for the Foundation than continuing to endure the poor recordkeeping and substandard information security emblematic of your site's operations. Bohart: I think I follow. So you're saying that while Site-333 doesn't do things the typical way, what we have works well enough that you don't want to accidentally mess it up. Jones: No, not at all. Were you listening to anything I just said? Bohart: I think we learned a valuable lesson today. I'll pass on your congratulations to the staff, wouldn't want them thinking it was coming from me, they might get complacent. Nice talking to you, Jones. Jones: Director, I— The phone call is abruptly terminated by the recipient. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7399" by DodoDevil, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7399. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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RAISA — TELECOMMUNICATIONS TRANSCRIPTION 19/09/2022 — E726B932_IA Caller ID: Maria Jones — Director, Records, Archival, and Information Security Administration. Recipient ID: Vincent Bohart — Director, Site-333. Jones: Good afternoon. This is Maria Jones, with the— Bohart: About damn time, 30 minutes or it's free my ass. Hang on, I'll buzz you in… Jones: Am I speaking with Vincent Bohart? Bohart: Yes, just hang on a moment, [muffled] Jenny, which one does the thing for the front door again? Bohart: [muffled] No, I tried that one… Yeah… Obviously, I'm not going to tip, we've been waiting an hour… Jones: Director, I'm calling on behalf of the Foundation's Records, Archival, and Information Security Administration. We've noticed some concerns related to your site's annual reporting. Bohart: Huh? You're not — oh why didn't you say so. Uhhh, right. Well, it's September and if I recall correctly, we don't need to tickle the brass until the end of fiscal, which is what, May? Jones: The Foundation's fiscal year ends December 31st. Although that's irrelevant to the reasoning for my call; our records indicate that Site-333 has not shared its mandated recordkeeping with RAISA since 1982. Bohart: Oh, uh. Are you sure? Jones: I am absolutely certain. We expect digitized copies of all relevant files by the week's end. Bohart: Okay, will you hold for a moment? The phone call is abruptly terminated by the recipient. Item#: 7399 Level2 Containment Class: super keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: N/A. Description: SCP-7399 is a malevolent entity anomalous phenomena that consumed the entirety of has affected Site-333's on-location recordkeeping since 1982. While the precise nature of SCP-7399 is not understood at this time, it is presumed to be a real bastard mematic in nature… Site-333 — Interdepartmental Communications Log: 19/09/2022 — 3:14 pm Vincent Bohart, Director; Tony Catalano, Accounting & Tourism; Leonora Morales, Wildlife Specialist; Noah Patel, Cryptozoologist & Museum Curator. Leonora Morales: I'm pretty sure it's 'memetic.' Tony Catalano: Shoot, what does that mean again anyway? Leonora Morales: It's like an image that makes your brain do things, related to the word 'meme,' I think. Tony Catalano: Like those little animal pictures with the backgrounds? Noah Patel: I still liked it better when it was some sort of creature that got in. We could say the Jersey Devil knew we were onto it and broke in to burn or eat the documents! Tony Catalano: I'm with Noah on this, not that last part, but the start. Speaking on behalf of my department, we're anti-memetic. Vincent Bohart: If this were in any way a vote, I consider that. We need a reason why we didn't notice until now: a cover story for why it's been going on for so long. Lenora Morales: Why has it gone on for so long? Vincent Bohart: I had a look and it seems the old director, before my time I want to stress, hired an external company to deliver our documents to whomever, saved him a buck or two. We'd just stack the boxes out front and they'd take it away. Vincent Bohart: Well turns out, that company went under in 82' after being sued for mistaken deliveries, something to do with a lung transplant. Tony Catalano: So all those boxes we've been putting out for years? Where'd they go? Vincent Bohart: Well, we have been putting them in the garbage collection zone. So… Noah Patel: Jeez. But we must have duplicates, right? I mean we wouldn't have thrown out the originals. Vincent Bohart: Do you know how much printer ink costs? No way in hell are we blowing that kind of dough on papers we already have. Leonaora Morales: Had. Papers we had, given that they're now who knows where. Vincent Bohart: Right, which is why we need to get this thing done. So let's pass it off as some sort of anomaly that gets rid of documents: "Super Keter," big fish stuff. Noah Patel: Uhh, boss. What happens if the Foundation believes us? Vincent Bohart: Christ, Noah. Then they think there's a hostile memetic agent consuming its documentation and we're in the clear! Noah Patel: And if they get worried about this thing expanding? If RAISA is breathing down our necks now, what are they going to say if they think there's a threat to their records? Vincent Bohart: Shit. Vincent Bohart: Okay, plan B. You three get started on falsifying documents: field reports, contained anomalies, research results, Friday night pizza parties, the works. Tony Catalano: You want us to falsify two decades worth of information in a week? Vincent Bohart: That's the spirit! Better get cracking. You know what we say at Site-333: 'Who Dares Wins.' Leonaora Morales: Isn't that the British SAS? Vincent Bohart: I know right? Pretty cool. Noah Patel: And what are you going to be doing while we're working on all this? Vincent Bohart: Plan C. Nx-36 — "Atlantic City" — Promotional Photo — Update Caption Before Use. Typical seagull behaviour — Exhibit A. SCP-7399 REPORT — 01: Leonora Morales 21/09/2022 Dir. Bohart, After going through our animal behaviour files, there's one thing I noticed. Although there are numerous observations of unusual conduct on animals throughout Nexus-36: groups of bats raiding casino buffets, that period of time where every single soup along the boardwalk had a fly in it, the beach being overrun by crabs every March, plus that whole thing with the sperm whale getting stuck in the Ferris wheel we had to deal with — no animal shows up as consistently in our records as the seagull. It's shocking how much of the zoology department has just been cataloguing seagulls. I mean, I knew I commented thinking a bunch of them were smoking, but this rabbit hole goes so much deeper than that. All my predecessors, as far back as I can tell, have commented on the aggressive, possessive, manipulative behaviour seen by Atlantic City seagulls. I think we've stumbled upon something big, maybe the largest documented animal behavioural anomaly in the Foundation's history! I'm including my findings in the following document and will be sending it to zoologists stationed at Foundation sites around the globe for peer review. SEAGULL_ANOMALOUS_BEHAVIOUR_333-REPORT_final_draft_v2_final.dox.pdf I'm sure this is just the sort of cutting-edge fieldwork that RAISA will want to have on hand, and to think I may never have clued into it had we not gotten that review! The system works! I've got a good feeling about this! Typical seagull behaviour — Exhibit B. Update: 22/09/2022 Heard back from some of my colleagues, they noted similar findings at basically all urban centres where these birds frequent. That behaviour I was talking about, turns out it's downright common. Atlantic City's seagulls aren't anomalous, they're just regular assholes. SCP-7399 REPORT — 02: Noah Patel 23/09/2022 Hello Director Bohart, I understand that you were hoping for us to compile as much information on different anomalies as possible, but I think I have something you'll be far more interested in. I know I've given you print copies before, but this way you won't lose it again! A Consideration of the New Jersey Devil A Ficto-Critical Exploration and Justification for the Cryptid's Existence, With Consideration to its Successful Avoidance of Direct Foundation Observation. by Noah Patel, Cryptozoologist & Head Curator, Site-333, Museum of the New Jersey Devil. Abstract: In this work, I compile documentary evidence, first-hand accounts, and peripheral information regarding the elusive cryptid: the New Jersey Devil. I furthermore analyze these sightings within frameworks for folkloric tales and urban legends, establishing the commonality between the Jersey Devil and other cryptids, whose existence has been verified by the Foundation. In doing so, the likely nature of its presence is affirmed and validated. To respond to inquiries as to why the Jersey Devil has not yet been formally acknowledged by the Foundation, I include a ficto-critical account of the creature's methods of operations, aims, desires, and interpersonal relationships. This evidence-backed narrative account provides an objectively-informed and data-supported method of understanding the cryptid's relationship to human society, the Foundation, and the art of dance. It is my belief that this work will revitalize the Foundation's attempts to understand urban cryptids and their complex interplay with the individual researchers who study them. Page: 1 / 5,286 SCP-7399 REPORT — 03: Tony Catalano 24/09/2022 Vincent, I've been reviewing the Site-333 finances, really taking the time to sit down with them and pour over everything closely. I expected it to be messy, but my god, it's so much worse. Vincent, I cannot stress this enough: Site-333 should, by all accounts and metrics, not be financially viable to run for a period of three weeks, let alone several decades. Nothing about this makes sense, I could talk your ear off about how this transgresses the most basic, fundamental rules of accounting — hell, it practically dances on their graves, but I know you wouldn't listen. Instead, I've pulled some examples from a long, long list: We've somehow taken out a triple mortgage on the property, two of which are from the same bank; Legally we do not own the 2nd-floor washrooms — those were sold in 1985 and I don't even know to whom, it just says "Plumers;" Every Site-333 employee receives a voucher for 50% off purchases from Brachistone Shoe Polish Company. In exchange, the company receives a small portion of any footwear purchase made by one of us. I have no idea how this is enforced or monitored; 35% of the gift store's revenue is listed as deriving from purchases of 'saltwater taffy.' I have not found a single invoice of us ever buying or stocking saltwater taffy; We owe over $120,000 dollars to the Atlantic City Fire Department for "services not yet rendered;" There are several hundred payments that are clearly laundering money, but whoever set that up has the receiving account as Site-333's; so both the actual payments and the 'dirty money' flows directly back in, minus the laundromat's operating costs; Noah Patel is the sole employee who has had income tax regularly deducted from his pay, and it's listed as paying to the South Korean government. I tried to enter most of what I found into our accounting software and got the error message: "INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR MEANINGFUL ANSWER" before it froze up and the computer started to smoke. I know this goes against your instructions to compile the information, but I made an executive decision on behalf of the accounting department. I tossed the computer into the dumpster outback as it caught fire and piled all the papers on top of it. We're going to start over because I literally cannot begin to deal with any of that shit. - Tony Nx-36 — "Atlantic City" — Promotional Photo — Update Caption Before Use. Site-333 — Interdepartmental Communications Log: 23/09/2022 — 11:17 am Vincent Bohart, Director; Tony Catalano, Accounting & Tourism; Leonora Morales, Wildlife Specialist; Noah Patel, Cryptozoologist & Museum Curator. Vincent Bohart: Well done everyone, I'm proud of you all. Noah Patel: Thank you, sir I— Vincent Bohart: Is what I would say if you hadn't all fucked this up. Jesus Christ, people. I didn't expect a miracle, but this? Vincent Bohart: All I ask is that you spend one week doing your jobs, and what do I see: misallocation of site resources, incompetence, insubordination, and a damn novel draft; Noah if I wanted to read that I wouldn't have thrown away the earlier manuscripts you gave me. Noah Patel: You said a bird— Vincent Bohart: We've got five hours left to get shit done till RAISA kicks in our door and my teeth. So if you've got any ideas, now is the time people. Noah Patel: … Tony Catalano:… Leonora Morales:… Vincent Bohart: That's what I thought, well folks— Leonora Morales: What about plan C? Vincent Bohart: Plan what? Tony Catalano: Yeah, you said while we working on this, you'd be lining up plan C. Vincent Bohart: Oh, right… well uh… Leonora Morales: There's no plan C, is there? Vincent Bohart: [sighs] No, there's no… unless.. That's it! Vincent Bohart: Noah's lack of editorial tact has given me an idea. RAISA wants our records, but think about it, they managed documents from every Foundation site the world around! There's no way they're actually reading every scrap of paper! There's got to be hundreds of SCP files alone! Leonora Morales: Actually, there are several thousand. Vincent Bohart: Exactly! Here's what we do, folks. We're going to gather every single document in this site, hell in the whole town! We're going to scan and send those nerds every book, every receipt, and every complaint form we can get our hands on. They're going to be swamped with so much info they won't bother us again for another 20 years! Vincent Bohart: Noah, you long-winded, beautiful bastard, go pull every photograph from that weird museum of yours — and all the gift cards too! Tony, start making spreadsheets, I don't give a shit what's in them, just fill 'em with numbers, the more the better. Leonora, I want you to grab some help and take the van down to the public library, just fill it with books off the shelves, if they give you a hassle say it's termites or something. Leonaora Morales: I don't think termites are very likely— Vincent Bohart: I said 'something,' it doesn't matter. Now get going people, we got a deadline to meet! Site-333 personnel, having acquired document for digitization from an unattended, underfunded, children's library. RAISA — TELECOMMUNICATIONS TRANSCRIPTION 26/09/2022 — E726B932_IA Caller ID: Maria Jones — Director, Records, Archival, and Information Security Administration. Recipient ID: Vincent Bohart — Director, Site-333. Jones: This is Maria Jones, of the Foundation's Record— Bohart: Ah, Maria! Glad to hear from you. I trust you received those documents we sent? Sorry about that delay, you know how these things go. I'm sure you've got them stored away now though, somewhere nice and safe, and out of sight? Jones: Yes. We received the document transfer. We have actually just finished reviewing the files your site sent. Bohart: You what, finished?! All of them? Jones: Yes. Apologies for the delay; I would be responding to you more immediately had it not been for the weekend. Jones: I am now permitted to inform you that our initial reason for contacting you was a ruse. RAISA had been aware of Site-333's failure to submit relevant files and documentation for review since 1982, the initial omitted year. I apologize for the falsehood, but it was necessary. We have been conducting an internal audit of Foundation sites' response to emergent recordkeeping and information security situations, and Site-333 was one such site selected for review. Bohart: Hang on, you're telling me that this was some sort of game? Jones: Not a game, Director. An assessment. If you'll open the email I have just sent, you'll see our feedback on your site's performance. I will stay on the line as you review the rubric. RAISA — SITE-333 PERFORMANCE REVIEW: Criteria Rating Leadership & Teamwork: Do site personnel work effectively as a team? Do those in positions of authority effectively delegate responsibilities and oversee their subordinates? D Organization & Communication: Do site personnel display a systematic and orderly approach to problem-solving? Are they able to communicate this approach effectively? F Creativity & Flexibility: Do site personnel respond intuitively to emerging problems? Do they display the capacity to pursue creative solutions? C- Professionalism & Responsibility: Do site personnel conduct themselves in a professional manner? Do they accept responsibility for roles assigned to them and/or errors they have made? F Adaquecy of Response: Do site personnel successfully respond to the assessment situation, as conveyed to them by the Recordkeeping and Information Security Administration? F- OVERALL ASSESSMENT: UNSATISFACTORY PASS/FAIL: SITUATIONAL PASS Bohart: What the hell? How did you? Did you wiretap me? Jones: Director, you should be well aware that RAISA is mandated to monitor all official communication channels employed by the Foundation to ensure operational and information security. Although that was hardly necessary in this case: your office documented the attempted cover-up in one of the files you forwarded to us: SCP-7399. Bohart: Jesus, you really read through everything? I don't even get through my own paperwork most days. Honestly half the time I don't even read what I'm signing. Jones: Are you sure this is information you wish to disclose? Bohart: Hang on, if you knew this was a test, and if I remember one thing from high school right, 'F's are 'bad,' why'd we get a green light? What does a 'situational pass' mean? Jones: Director, the purpose of this assessment is to determine areas of improvement for Foundation sites' recordkeeping and information security. We intended for this to be an opportunity for RAISA to identify overlooked pitfalls or redundancies, in order to improve the efficacy of current operational methods. Jones: Site-333 has underperformed at previously unseen levels. At basically every opportunity, your employees have disregarded established policies and systematic supports. To put simply, we have not seen room for meaningful improvement, self-reflection, or personal and institutional growth; as such, our review concluded that the work necessary to educate Site-333 personnel and implement better recordkeeping systems would be significantly more costly in both time and effort than the harm caused by your site's current methods — however insufficient they are. We believe that attempting to resolve the identified issues would be less beneficial for the Foundation than continuing to endure the poor recordkeeping and substandard information security emblematic of your site's operations. Bohart: I think I follow. So you're saying that while Site-333 doesn't do things the typical way, what we have works well enough that you don't want to accidentally mess it up. Jones: No, not at all. Were you listening to anything I just said? Bohart: I think we learned a valuable lesson today. I'll pass on your congratulations to the staff, wouldn't want them thinking it was coming from me, they might get complacent. Nice talking to you, Jones. Jones: Director, I— The phone call is abruptly terminated by the recipient. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7399" by DodoDevil, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7399. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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Wherein a contest is won. Sherf and Calibold SCP-7400 — Your Honor, League of Legends Sherf doesn't have an author page yet but he deserves all your respect regardless. Calibold's Mega Cool Author Page Item#: 7400 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: danger link to memo Ryan DeAntonio, the first known League of Legends player to fall victim to SCP-7400. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7400 is impossible to contain, having been accepted into consensus reality. Description: SCP-7400 is a probabilistic bureaucratohazard affecting the laws, regulations, or codes of conduct of various institutions and groups. These can include governments, corporations, religious orders, and organized crime syndicates, among other organizations, as well as relationships or friend groups, as long as some form of stated or implied moral code exists within their framework. Affected codes criminalize or disavow individuals who participate in the multiplayer online battle arena video game League of Legends. Punishments or retribution for playing League of Legends often tend towards severe repercussions, including torture or death when possible. SCP-7400 does not seem to directly criminalize League of Legends players outright; rather, players are criminalized due to coincidental and seemingly random interactions between various laws and rules, resulting in League of Legends being outlawed unintentionally. Despite such legal interactions normally being nigh-impossible to properly realize, given the precise and technical nature of the law, all individuals perceiving a case where SCP-7400 may apply are fully aware of the illegality of the act, regardless of their prior legal experience. Affected individuals also seem to perceive the playing of League of Legends to be immoral, though it is unknown whether this is the result of SCP-7400 directly affecting their minds or if it is simply a widely-held natural opinion. Addendum 7400.1: The first documented instance of SCP-7400's application occurred on January 24th, 2010, in a text conversation between Ryan DeAntonio and Jesse Parks. Figured you'd appreciate this This is amazing lol Are you serious What? Again? We've literally talked about this multiple times but you still feel the need to somehow squeeze it into every conversation we have Wtf are you talking about Stop playing dumb with me You keep thinking it's okay and that it's nOt tHaT bAd But we BOTH know how people like that turn out I legit thought you were gonna change Jesse, what the fuck you are talking about?? Its no use trying to keep you clean That game has ruined you Ryan Youre disgusting What the fuck? Is this some sort of joke? Jesse? You have been blocked by this number. It is believed that Parks' prior League of Legends addiction, combined with the use of the slang term "lol"1, was the root cause of the above incident. Addendum 7400.2: On June 29th, 2010, Riot Games2 introduced new workplace guidelines which accidentally forbade the playing or mentioning of League of Legends by any of its employees. This resulted in mass confusion followed by the rapid downsizing of Riot Games before the guidelines were retracted in order to maintain profits. Notably, this incident marks the first instance where the simple mention of League of Legends is affected by SCP-7400. Addendum 7400.3: The first documented instance of SCP-7400's legal application was on November 18th, 2010, during the trial of Stanley Peterson in Cleveland, Ohio. Below is a log of the relevant events. Russell Becket. [Location is in an unspecified county courtroom. Murmuring from the gallery is heard as the court judge enters the room behind the bench. The judge takes a seat, and pounds the gavel.] Judge: Court is now in session for the Trial of Stanley Peterson. [The gallery falls silent.] Judge: Is the Prosecution ready? Prosecutor: Yes, Your Honor. Judge: Is the Defense ready? Defense Attorney: Yes, Your Honor. [Irrelevant logs removed.] Judge: Very well. The Prosecution may call its first witness. Prosecutor: Thank you, Your Honor. The Prosecution calls Mr. Russell Becket to the stand. [A man rises from the gallery. He slowly makes his way over to the witness stand before turning to face the court.] Prosecutor: Please state your name for the court. Russell Becket: My name is Russell Becket. I work as an associate planner at the City Hall. Prosecutor: Mr. Becket, as you are aware, the alleged incident involving the defendant, Mr. Peterson, occurred on July 8th, at approximately 6:42 pm. Will you please state what you were doing during this time? [Russell physically hesitates before responding.] Russell Becket: Er… Well, you see… Uh… Exactly… how relevant is this question to the case? Judge: Mr. Becket, I understand that your privacy is important to you. However, I would like you to understand that this question is critical to advancing this trial. You do not have to answer if you do not wish to, but please keep this in mind. [Russel sighs, and collects himself before speaking again.] Russell Becket: Very well. [Russell pauses for a brief moment and clears his throat.] Russell Becket: Your Honor, League of Legends. [Murmurs from the gallery begin to pick up again before quickly escalating into frantic shouting and panic, coupled with various members of the gallery beginning to show hostility towards the witness. Within the commotion, the sound of a gavel clash can be heard.] Judge: Death. [The doors to the courtroom suddenly swing open and multiple court bailiffs are seen running into the room, backed up by heavily armored guards. The bailiffs and guards grab hold of Russell, who begins to resist but is eventually overpowered. Russell is dragged out of the courtroom by the bailiffs and guards, and he attempts to resist while shouting various obscenities and curses.] Russel Becket: No! Who do you think you are!? You can't do this to me! I have the right to a trial and a counsel! [Russell turns to the Prosecutor. The Prosecutor quickly turns his head away, ignoring him.] Russell Becket: This can't be happening to me! I have a right to League of Legends! [Russell's screaming is heard until he is completely removed from the courtroom by the bailiffs, at which point his screams become inaudible.] Russell's conviction was due to an intersection of several local, state, and federal laws, along with social conventions in the area; these included (but were not limited to) recent laws in Cleveland restricting gaming hours and behavior, Ohio's laws regulating hate speech, and the Cleveland populace's abject distaste towards online competitive gaming. Addendum 7400.4: On October 16th, 2014, the Wainstein Report was published on the University of North Carolina, implicating many of the school's officials in widespread academic fraud. More importantly, it revealed that the chancellor of the university, Holden Thorp, had quietly permitted the creation of an official League of Legends club. The news sparked state-wide backlash, prompting the university to respond via Twitter: UNC-Chapel Hill @UNC We sincerely apologize for this egregious oversight by our legal department. We will be dissolving the League of Legends club and rescinding the scholarships of the club members. Likes 3 Retweets 1 Comments 875 5:11 PM - 15 October 2014 All of the former League of Legends club members were tried and executed. Addendum 7400.5: On March 9th, 2015, Ryan DeAntonio (see Addendum 7400.1), following the loss of his residence and belongings, was apprehended and taken into custody by agents of an unknown affiliation due to his prior involvement with League of Legends. [Footage taken from a street light surveillance camera in Moscow, Idaho, at approximately 11:30 PM. DeAntonio can be seen on the corner of the intersection, sitting within a large box, holding a cardboard sign.] [A few people pass him over several minutes before a car parks beside him and four federal agents walk out. One of the men grabs hold of DeAntonio and throws him out of the box he was sitting in. Several muffled screams can be heard as DeAntonio attempts to fight back before he is subdued by the other men.] [The four agents restrain and handcuff DeAntonio before lifting him off the ground, carrying him into the vehicle. Muffled shouting and cries can be heard for several seconds afterwards before they drive away.] DeAntonio's fate is unknown. Addendum 7400.6: Following a summit by the United Nations, the General Assembly adopted the Convention on League of Legends (2022), following exploration of law established by prior treaties, including: International Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Racial Discrimination (1965) Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Discrimination against Women (1979) Convention on the Rights of Persons with Disabilities (2006) United Nations Convention on Contracts for the International Carriage of Goods Wholly or Partly by Sea (2008) The Convention fully recognized the illegality and immorality of the act of playing League of Legends, defining all players as members of a terrorist movement, and authorizing all nations to eliminate them by any means necessary. Addendum 7400.7: On May 5th, 2023, with the activation of Project DAMMERUNG, the SCP Foundation was able to develop a definitive account of post-mortal life. [Agent Bell manifests in the post-mortal plane3, in an empty field. He is standing next to a long line of people in gray robes, leading towards a pair of arches.] [Agent Bell approaches the arches. Between them stands a single person, a dark-skinned bald man wearing a suit. Several keys are attached to his body and clothes at various locations. The arch on the right accesses a path which leads towards a futuristic city several miles away. Behind the arch on the left lies an immense pit, the bottom of which is unseen.] [Individuals approach the man one at a time. He holds a key towards each person, and after a few moments, lets them pass through the arch on the right. Very rarely, an individual is not allowed to pass through the right arch, and is instead pulled through the left arch and into the pit by an invisible force.] Facial recognition analysis of the individuals pulled into the pit has determined that they are all deceased individuals who owned League of Legends accounts. The wider theological implications of the relationship between the afterlife and League of Legends is unknown. Members of the Department of Tactical Theology are currently analyzing religious texts in order to determine what doctrine would result in such post-mortal judgement. Footnotes 1. An abbreviation for League of Legends. 2. The developer and publisher of League of Legends. 3. Agent Bell's physical body and primary soul complex remain on the mortal plane, allowing him to perceive and explore the afterlife without interacting with or being perceived by its occupants. + More by Calibold + - More by Calibold - Calibold's Mega Cool Author Page — SCP Articles — SCP-8421 — Ruler of Everything SCP-8228 — Here's To You, Mrs. Robinson SCP-7178 — A Thief In The Night SCP-7179 — E is for Eternity SCP-6469-D — A BABY????? SCP-2082 — Elephas cryophilus SCP-6156 — Oh, Doug! SCP-6579-D — The Detective Killer SCP-6900-D — The House of Stars SCP-5277 — What Can Go Wrong SCP-5363-D — Controlled Containment SCP-3482 — fine mayor posters campaign by dado SCP-5156 — monke Director Bold's Proposal-J — "Guys, please don't read our SCPs 🥺" SCP-2693 — Fell Into The Well, Fell Into The Well, Fell Into The Deep Dark Well SCP-5559-D — The Great Ambrose Bake-Off! SCP-3448-J — Should Have Taken Him Sleeping SCP-4456-D — No One Expects The Spanish Decommission! SCP-4745 — Spooky Scary Snowman SCP-4645 — Blackmailing Computer — Tales — OpusConfidant Wiki - SCP-4645 - Threatini Diary Of An Existential Kid Responsible Promotion Friends Of Us Never Die Truth Lies A Team You Can (Maybe) Trust Happy Father's Day Mission: Decommission A Bold Choice I Am Become Death Ulysses B. Donkman and the Heinous Hitman It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Eldritch Chapter One - The End — GoI Formats — Manifest 476: Vanishing Galleon The Book Of Mathisi, Chapter 1: The Parable Of The Three Princes LTE-8686-Yellow-Kewpie UIU File: 2001-023 — Other — Customizable ACS Add-On Ver. 1.8.0 Guide Decommissioning Department Hub Fortune Favors Decommissioning Dept. Theme Customizable ACS Add-On Ver. 1.8.0 Mega Cool Author Page Tool Ver. 1.4.0 Calibold's Mega Cool Alternate SCP Logos Page Calibold's Mega Cool Art Page — Co-Authored — Taste The Rainbow (feat. Luxaiko) Abraka David's Proposal — A Peak Behind the Curtain (feat. many other authors) SCP-7400 — Your Honor, League of Legends (feat. Sherf) I, Hub (feat. many other authors) Resurrection: New Faces (feat. Grigori Karpin, Nagiros, and redredred) SCP-5545 — 𝙰 𝙱 𝙽 𝙾 𝚁 𝙼 𝙰 𝙻 𝙸 𝚃 𝚈 (feat. Yossipossi) SCP-194 — Thank You For Your Cooperation (feat. CityToast) — Foreign — Director Bold's Proposal — Language SCP-LA-II — Fruit + More by Sherf + - More by Sherf - I, Hub (feat. many other authors) SCP-7400 — Your Honor, League of Legends (feat. Calibold) Abraka David's Proposal — A Peak Behind the Curtain (feat. many other authors) Your Honor, League of Legends ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7400" by Sherf and Calibold, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7400. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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Wherein a contest is won. Sherf and Calibold SCP-7400 — Your Honor, League of Legends Sherf doesn't have an author page yet but he deserves all your respect regardless. Calibold's Mega Cool Author Page Item#: 7400 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: danger link to memo Ryan DeAntonio, the first known League of Legends player to fall victim to SCP-7400. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7400 is impossible to contain, having been accepted into consensus reality. Description: SCP-7400 is a probabilistic bureaucratohazard affecting the laws, regulations, or codes of conduct of various institutions and groups. These can include governments, corporations, religious orders, and organized crime syndicates, among other organizations, as well as relationships or friend groups, as long as some form of stated or implied moral code exists within their framework. Affected codes criminalize or disavow individuals who participate in the multiplayer online battle arena video game League of Legends. Punishments or retribution for playing League of Legends often tend towards severe repercussions, including torture or death when possible. SCP-7400 does not seem to directly criminalize League of Legends players outright; rather, players are criminalized due to coincidental and seemingly random interactions between various laws and rules, resulting in League of Legends being outlawed unintentionally. Despite such legal interactions normally being nigh-impossible to properly realize, given the precise and technical nature of the law, all individuals perceiving a case where SCP-7400 may apply are fully aware of the illegality of the act, regardless of their prior legal experience. Affected individuals also seem to perceive the playing of League of Legends to be immoral, though it is unknown whether this is the result of SCP-7400 directly affecting their minds or if it is simply a widely-held natural opinion. Addendum 7400.1: The first documented instance of SCP-7400's application occurred on January 24th, 2010, in a text conversation between Ryan DeAntonio and Jesse Parks. Figured you'd appreciate this This is amazing lol Are you serious What? Again? We've literally talked about this multiple times but you still feel the need to somehow squeeze it into every conversation we have Wtf are you talking about Stop playing dumb with me You keep thinking it's okay and that it's nOt tHaT bAd But we BOTH know how people like that turn out I legit thought you were gonna change Jesse, what the fuck you are talking about?? Its no use trying to keep you clean That game has ruined you Ryan Youre disgusting What the fuck? Is this some sort of joke? Jesse? You have been blocked by this number. It is believed that Parks' prior League of Legends addiction, combined with the use of the slang term "lol"1, was the root cause of the above incident. Addendum 7400.2: On June 29th, 2010, Riot Games2 introduced new workplace guidelines which accidentally forbade the playing or mentioning of League of Legends by any of its employees. This resulted in mass confusion followed by the rapid downsizing of Riot Games before the guidelines were retracted in order to maintain profits. Notably, this incident marks the first instance where the simple mention of League of Legends is affected by SCP-7400. Addendum 7400.3: The first documented instance of SCP-7400's legal application was on November 18th, 2010, during the trial of Stanley Peterson in Cleveland, Ohio. Below is a log of the relevant events. Russell Becket. [Location is in an unspecified county courtroom. Murmuring from the gallery is heard as the court judge enters the room behind the bench. The judge takes a seat, and pounds the gavel.] Judge: Court is now in session for the Trial of Stanley Peterson. [The gallery falls silent.] Judge: Is the Prosecution ready? Prosecutor: Yes, Your Honor. Judge: Is the Defense ready? Defense Attorney: Yes, Your Honor. [Irrelevant logs removed.] Judge: Very well. The Prosecution may call its first witness. Prosecutor: Thank you, Your Honor. The Prosecution calls Mr. Russell Becket to the stand. [A man rises from the gallery. He slowly makes his way over to the witness stand before turning to face the court.] Prosecutor: Please state your name for the court. Russell Becket: My name is Russell Becket. I work as an associate planner at the City Hall. Prosecutor: Mr. Becket, as you are aware, the alleged incident involving the defendant, Mr. Peterson, occurred on July 8th, at approximately 6:42 pm. Will you please state what you were doing during this time? [Russell physically hesitates before responding.] Russell Becket: Er… Well, you see… Uh… Exactly… how relevant is this question to the case? Judge: Mr. Becket, I understand that your privacy is important to you. However, I would like you to understand that this question is critical to advancing this trial. You do not have to answer if you do not wish to, but please keep this in mind. [Russel sighs, and collects himself before speaking again.] Russell Becket: Very well. [Russell pauses for a brief moment and clears his throat.] Russell Becket: Your Honor, League of Legends. [Murmurs from the gallery begin to pick up again before quickly escalating into frantic shouting and panic, coupled with various members of the gallery beginning to show hostility towards the witness. Within the commotion, the sound of a gavel clash can be heard.] Judge: Death. [The doors to the courtroom suddenly swing open and multiple court bailiffs are seen running into the room, backed up by heavily armored guards. The bailiffs and guards grab hold of Russell, who begins to resist but is eventually overpowered. Russell is dragged out of the courtroom by the bailiffs and guards, and he attempts to resist while shouting various obscenities and curses.] Russel Becket: No! Who do you think you are!? You can't do this to me! I have the right to a trial and a counsel! [Russell turns to the Prosecutor. The Prosecutor quickly turns his head away, ignoring him.] Russell Becket: This can't be happening to me! I have a right to League of Legends! [Russell's screaming is heard until he is completely removed from the courtroom by the bailiffs, at which point his screams become inaudible.] Russell's conviction was due to an intersection of several local, state, and federal laws, along with social conventions in the area; these included (but were not limited to) recent laws in Cleveland restricting gaming hours and behavior, Ohio's laws regulating hate speech, and the Cleveland populace's abject distaste towards online competitive gaming. Addendum 7400.4: On October 16th, 2014, the Wainstein Report was published on the University of North Carolina, implicating many of the school's officials in widespread academic fraud. More importantly, it revealed that the chancellor of the university, Holden Thorp, had quietly permitted the creation of an official League of Legends club. The news sparked state-wide backlash, prompting the university to respond via Twitter: UNC-Chapel Hill @UNC We sincerely apologize for this egregious oversight by our legal department. We will be dissolving the League of Legends club and rescinding the scholarships of the club members. Likes 3 Retweets 1 Comments 875 5:11 PM - 15 October 2014 All of the former League of Legends club members were tried and executed. Addendum 7400.5: On March 9th, 2015, Ryan DeAntonio (see Addendum 7400.1), following the loss of his residence and belongings, was apprehended and taken into custody by agents of an unknown affiliation due to his prior involvement with League of Legends. [Footage taken from a street light surveillance camera in Moscow, Idaho, at approximately 11:30 PM. DeAntonio can be seen on the corner of the intersection, sitting within a large box, holding a cardboard sign.] [A few people pass him over several minutes before a car parks beside him and four federal agents walk out. One of the men grabs hold of DeAntonio and throws him out of the box he was sitting in. Several muffled screams can be heard as DeAntonio attempts to fight back before he is subdued by the other men.] [The four agents restrain and handcuff DeAntonio before lifting him off the ground, carrying him into the vehicle. Muffled shouting and cries can be heard for several seconds afterwards before they drive away.] DeAntonio's fate is unknown. Addendum 7400.6: Following a summit by the United Nations, the General Assembly adopted the Convention on League of Legends (2022), following exploration of law established by prior treaties, including: International Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Racial Discrimination (1965) Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Discrimination against Women (1979) Convention on the Rights of Persons with Disabilities (2006) United Nations Convention on Contracts for the International Carriage of Goods Wholly or Partly by Sea (2008) The Convention fully recognized the illegality and immorality of the act of playing League of Legends, defining all players as members of a terrorist movement, and authorizing all nations to eliminate them by any means necessary. Addendum 7400.7: On May 5th, 2023, with the activation of Project DAMMERUNG, the SCP Foundation was able to develop a definitive account of post-mortal life. [Agent Bell manifests in the post-mortal plane3, in an empty field. He is standing next to a long line of people in gray robes, leading towards a pair of arches.] [Agent Bell approaches the arches. Between them stands a single person, a dark-skinned bald man wearing a suit. Several keys are attached to his body and clothes at various locations. The arch on the right accesses a path which leads towards a futuristic city several miles away. Behind the arch on the left lies an immense pit, the bottom of which is unseen.] [Individuals approach the man one at a time. He holds a key towards each person, and after a few moments, lets them pass through the arch on the right. Very rarely, an individual is not allowed to pass through the right arch, and is instead pulled through the left arch and into the pit by an invisible force.] Facial recognition analysis of the individuals pulled into the pit has determined that they are all deceased individuals who owned League of Legends accounts. The wider theological implications of the relationship between the afterlife and League of Legends is unknown. Members of the Department of Tactical Theology are currently analyzing religious texts in order to determine what doctrine would result in such post-mortal judgement. Footnotes 1. An abbreviation for League of Legends. 2. The developer and publisher of League of Legends. 3. Agent Bell's physical body and primary soul complex remain on the mortal plane, allowing him to perceive and explore the afterlife without interacting with or being perceived by its occupants. + More by Calibold + - More by Calibold - Calibold's Mega Cool Author Page — SCP Articles — SCP-8421 — Ruler of Everything SCP-8228 — Here's To You, Mrs. Robinson SCP-7178 — A Thief In The Night SCP-7179 — E is for Eternity SCP-6469-D — A BABY????? SCP-2082 — Elephas cryophilus SCP-6156 — Oh, Doug! SCP-6579-D — The Detective Killer SCP-6900-D — The House of Stars SCP-5277 — What Can Go Wrong SCP-5363-D — Controlled Containment SCP-3482 — fine mayor posters campaign by dado SCP-5156 — monke Director Bold's Proposal-J — "Guys, please don't read our SCPs 🥺" SCP-2693 — Fell Into The Well, Fell Into The Well, Fell Into The Deep Dark Well SCP-5559-D — The Great Ambrose Bake-Off! SCP-3448-J — Should Have Taken Him Sleeping SCP-4456-D — No One Expects The Spanish Decommission! SCP-4745 — Spooky Scary Snowman SCP-4645 — Blackmailing Computer — Tales — OpusConfidant Wiki - SCP-4645 - Threatini Diary Of An Existential Kid Responsible Promotion Friends Of Us Never Die Truth Lies A Team You Can (Maybe) Trust Happy Father's Day Mission: Decommission A Bold Choice I Am Become Death Ulysses B. 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Item #: SCP-7401 Object: Safe Keter Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7401 is contained in a High-Value Object Containment Safe at Site-15. Use of SCP-7401 is only permitted by staff enlisted in the Experimental Administrative Tech Interface Training program1. Sessions for use of SCP-7401 are only permitted by appointment, which must be arranged with appropriate parties within Site-15. Description: SCP-7401 is a modified video game console. The external housing is that of a Nintendo GameCube, but the majority of its internal parts have been altered or replaced by parartechnological components in a complex configuration. Disassembly of the unit for research purposes is not authorized, lest it compromise the anomalous nature of the system. The only other non-standard accessory recovered alongside SCP-7401 is a plain game disc with the words "FINAL TEST" handwritten on the face in black marker. This is designated SCP-7401-1. See Addendum-02 for further details. * * * Addendum-01: Recovery Efforts to gather intelligence on the MLF2 produced a lead regarding a shipment originating in Japan and bound for USA. Members of MTF Alpha-4 ("Pony Express") were able to identify and intercept the parcel in transit, thus confiscating a number of anomalous items, including SCP-7401. A note was discovered alongside SCP-7401, which read: After months of your bitching, I finally gotten that 'practice-run' thing you wanted me to set up. It was a nightmare, let alone getting the funds and the right people for the job. For your and our sakes, I hope it was worth every penny. I really do. —A.V. * * * Addendum-02: SCP-7401-1 Testing has shown that the content of SCP-7401-1 is a unique custom-made video game with the apparent title "Pro Containment Simulator". SCP-7401-1 is classified by researchers as being mainly a real-time strategy game, with aspects of base building, resource management, and certain RPG elements present. The gameplay derives from putting one in the role of a Facility Director for an organization which mirrors the Foundation in its structures, protocols, and general mission statement. Upon establishing a "Player Profile" and beginning a "New Game", one is presented with a pre-scripted scenario which serves as a "Tutorial Level" that demonstrates the basic methods of gameplay. After completing this, one enters an "Open Sandbox Mode" where they face a seemingly procedurally generated series of challenges. Objectives are given to expand one's facility in order to effectively contain an increasing number of unique anomalies. Advancing the game requires one to balance an allotted amount of budget and assets, hire and assign staff characters in various roles, and administrate other policy decisions. Note: A comprehensive investigation, spearheaded by the Internal Security Department, is already underway. How some amateur paratech game developer managed to acquire so much information on our standards and procedures is obviously cause to suspect a major leak. Results of this investigation are available to parties with appropriate clearance and cause, upon request via standard channels. * * * Addendum-03: Proposal of the Executive Administrative Training Initiative To: Dr. Humphrey From: Executive Administrator Yung Subject: Previous Research (SCP-7401) I was reviewing a number of previously archived SCP documents relating to digital media - searching for potential connections with an active research project, standard procedure stuff. Although unrelated to that particular query, I was intrigued when it came to what I read about SCP-7401. A program with the kind of capabilities described here could be something with a lot of utility for the Foundation. I suggest it be made available for training purposes to our own administrators who are approaching the threshold of a Facility Management role. Looking forward to hearing your affirmative response! - Executive Administrator Yung To: Executive Administrator Yung From: Dr. Humphrey Subject: RE: Previous Research (SCP-7401) I would have to pass this idea on to my superiors. Review by Research, as well as Security, must take place before we could possibly move forward with something like this. That said, I will forward your proposal to the appropriate parties. But the decision will not be in my hands. To: Executive Administrator Yung CC: Dr. Humphrey, Site-15 Head of Research Dr. Karlsson, Site-15 Head of Security Chief Bambus From: Site-15 Director Xavier Subject: Training Program / SCP-7401 I have recently been apprised of your proposal to utilize SCP-7401 for the Foundation's own purposes. After reviewing the feasibility of this idea, it has been determined that we could accommodate such a program, under certain terms. First, my Researchers tell me that SCP-7401-1 has capacity for 3 "Save Game Slots", so you will have to select only a handful of prospective trainees. Secondly, there are material provisions which must be met: making available one of our Site's Test Chambers, and the additional Security personnel who must be on-call while any SCP is being actively tested (even in a controlled context such as this) - these could become a strain without additional resources. Please reply at your earliest convenience, after taking these matters under consideration. - Site Director C. Xavier To: Site-15 Director Xavier CC: Dr. Humphrey, Site-15 Head of Research Dr. Karlsson, Site-15 Head of Security Chief Bambus From: Executive Administrator Yung Subject: RE: Training Program / SCP-7401 Charles, Your points are understandable, and absolutely within reason. Rest assured, I can take steps to alleviate these concerns. Let's meet over lunch to discuss details; I'll have my aide schedule an appointment within the week. - Exec Admin Yung * * * Addendum-04: Assessment of the Executive Administrative Training Initiative One month after the implementation of the EATIT Program, a meeting is held in Conference Room C of Site-15. Yung: Good morning, everyone. My name is Patricia Yung. Of course, I'm acquainted with each of you already, but for formality's sake we'll go around the table for a brief round of introductions. In case anyone hasn't yet had the opportunity, the gentleman here to my left is the head administrator of this very facility, Director Xavier. Director Xavier works privately on his laptop computer. Xavier: Mmm-hmm… Director Xavier waves without looking up. Yung: Very busy, as you all may have some idea; but he will be sitting in on today's session with us. Now, let's start on this side of the room… Masters:: Hello. I'm Jacob Masters, a senior member of the Engineering & Technical Services Department. I've had a role in the design and construction of many Foundation Facilities, most recently providing input on design proposals for the Site-106 warehouse expansion. Yung: Great! And next… Finlay: Good morning, everyone! My name is Dr. Sarah Finlay, part of the Research Department. I began my Foundation career as a Junior Researcher, simply cataloguing minor items in the log of Anomalous Objects. As more opportunities became available to me, I have always been eager to broaden my horizons and learn more about the many phenomena we encounter. May I also say, Patricia, that even between my schedule of providing consultancy for colleagues and the work to be done within my labs at Site-17, that I am so glad for the opportunity to participate in such a progressive initiative as this. Yung: Wonderful! Masters: … I didn't know it was supposed to be an introduction like that. Can I go again? Berner: No, you can't go again! Nobody cares. Finlay: Hmph. Berner: My name is Gary Berner. Currently serving as Chief Administrative Liaison for MTF Logistics in the South America region. If I knew this was what the track to promotion included, I might have just stayed there. Yung: Wonderful! So, as we all know, we are here today for a formal evaluation of the Tech Interface Training program - that is, the progress made by each of you thus far, as well as an assessment of the program's own merits. Now, do we have a volunteer who'd like to share their player profile first? Finlay: Me first, Patricia! Finlay connects her device to the projector; the screen displays an array of information and statistics. Profile: Dr. S. Finlay Character: Frankie Myers Position: Research Scientist EXP: 9000 Statistics: Strength: 3/10 Perception: 6/10 Endurance 3/10 Charisma: 6/10 Intelligence: 10/10 Agility: 1/10 Luck: 6/10 Perks Empathic Psychology (tier 2): Bonus when conducting Research with sapient anomalies. Anthropological Background: Bonus when conducting Research with artifact anomalies. Finlay: I don't see why whoever initially tested this anomaly failed to describe this feature, but making use of the Chief Asset character is an important part of the game. With Dr. Myers, I can get access to more data in research, and at a faster pace. Masters: Do you get many benefits out of that Research Data, or is it just flavor text? Finlay: Sometimes benefits! A lot of just flavor text though. Berner: Is that it? I thought we all were putting in the same amount of hours on this; shouldn't the character be at a higher level? Yung: Guys, I want to keep this a positive environment. Let's be respectful toward our colleagues. Finlay: Well, I've been trying to be thorough with things before progressing further. You can see here that I've revealed almost 100% of the available data on every anomaly held in my facility. Also, I've managed to reduce the occurrence of Breach Incidents to nearly zero. Masters: And decorating the place like a finnicky housewife, giving the anomalies and your staff cutesy pet names, giggling like a child after every level up— Finlay: None of that is detrimental to the educational experience! As I was saying, it's not strictly linear progress, but there's still a lot to be learned. Berner: But you can't advance in the game without pushing ahead! Finlay: Do you know how much content that game has? I'm backtracking and I'm still finding new stuff! If only we had a cheat guide for everything in there. Yung: That's a different matter. What about the actual 'containment' aspect of the game? Gary, you've made more progress toward that end? Berner: You bet! Wait until you all get a load of this action. Berner connects his device to the projector. Profile: Gary Berner Character: Gustavo Braga Position: Security Officer EXP: 18000 Statistics: Strength: 10/10 Perception: 5/10 Endurance 8/10 Charisma: 3/10 Intelligence: 5/10 Agility: 6/10 Luck: 6/10 Perks Martial Arts Master (tier 3): Bonus to all unarmed combat encounters. Marksman (tier 2): Bonus to all armed combat encounters. Intimidation: Negates morale penalties in aggressive encounters. Reverses morale penalties in psychological encounters. Discipline (tier 2): Bonus to boosts, and duration of boosts, received from Training Exercises. Berner: Now this is what I call a solid Chief Asset character. Masters: "Intimidation"? "Enhanced Discipline"? Bruh, you know those Perks just mean he's a big scary hardass, right? Berner: They are effective! Look at how many Keter class anomalies my facility is holding down. I've got such heavy duty Breach Response teams, there's almost nothing they don't blast or bash back into containment as soon as they arrive on scene. Finlay: However much further along you are, that still looks like a pretty high number of Staff Casualties to have incurred in your playthrough. Masters: "Ze mann hazz rezervesss…" Heheheh. Finlay: Wonder if that attitude has anything to do with the Morale rating being at Poor, verging on Very Poor? Yung: Guys, I want to keep this a positive environment. Do we have any constructive feedback to offer? Berner: I'm the one who's winning! I don't have to listen to these nerds. I'm done. Yung: Very well. Jake, perhaps you'd like to give us a look at your player profile? Masters: Okay, why not? Masters syncs his device to the projector. Profile: Jacob Masters Character: Eugene Florence Position: Containment Technician EXP: 12000 Statistics: Strength: 4/10 Perception: 10/10 Endurance 7/10 Charisma: 7/10 Intelligence: 4/10 Agility: 4/10 Luck: 6/10 Perks Affable Leandership: Bonus effectiveness for Morale boosts. Reduced penalties on Morale losses. Quality Construction (tier 2): Boosts effectiveness of all physical containment measures. Quality Systems (tier 3): Boosts effectiveness of all electronic containment measures. Masters: Not really much to say about this guy here. I've actually been trying to pick out the Perks that convey the benefits toward the entire facility. A little extra hustle from each and every staffer, a little extra reinforcement on each and every door - this pays off in the long run, I expect. Finlay: Wow, that's a complex layout on your facility map. Masters: Yeah. I built it up over time with lots of expansions. I was trying to keep it fairly modular, but I guess it's still a lot to grasp all at once. Berner: That's what she said! Hi-yyooooooo! Yung: Guys, I want to keep this a positive environment. Let's— Berner: Fine! It was just a joke. Masters: Anyway. So you can see how there's, like, a central hub area here. And then the additional wings and sectors branch off or connect based on what they're meant for. Installing this two-door "sally port" kinda setup at the entrance to high-risk sectors is really good for locking down and isolating a Breach so it can be dealt with— Berner: Jesus! If you've got it all figured out like that, why aren't you even further ahead? Masters: Well, there's maintenance fees and upkeep requirements on each of these systems. So that's why nearly 50% of my Staff are Technicians; and why my budget is constantly on the brink of going into the red. Finlay: So what's the best path then? Which is the best way to run one's facility? Yung: Gosh! A lot of ground covered this morning. A lot of good points raised. I think we can break for a quick 15 minutes here. Coffee and muffins are available, if anyone would like! We'll resume at quarter to ten. A break in the session was held at this time. * * * Addendum 5: Site-15 Internal Security Matter To: Site-15 Director Xavier From: Site-15 Head of Security Chief Bambus Subject: Protocol for Induction of New Staff Sir, I can appreciate that there are some strings attached when it comes to your arrangements with E.A. Yung and hosting this extracurricular program. However, as this Facility's Chief of Security, it is my preferred policy to have all incoming staff screened before they actually arrive and begin duty. Please provide me with more advance notice before any further personnel are transferred in. - Chief R. Bambus To: Site-15 Head of Security Chief Bambus From: Site-15 Director Xavier Subject: RE: Protocol for Induction of New Staff RB, The arrangements with Ms. Yung were strictly for financial and equipment assets; there was nothing mentioned about shifting human resources… Please prepare and send to me an in-depth briefing on this matter immediately. To: Site-15 Director Xavier From: Site-15 Head of Security Chief Bambus Subject: RE: Protocol for Induction of New Staff This could be an issue for us… I've compiled here a list of the previously referred to staff, and the results of the background screenings I sought out. * Security Officer Gustavo Braga * Senior Researcher Dr. F. Myers * Containment Technician Eugene Florence Materially, all of these employees have valid and authenticated Foundation IDs; it's only through scrutiny of their histories and accomplishments that certain inconsistencies become apparent. Any operative is bound to have one or two expunged events in their files, given enough time. But almost none of what's in these files can be reliably correlated to extant mission reports. To: Site-15 Head of Security Chief Bambus, SO Gary Berner, CT Jacob Masters, SR Sarah Finlay From: Site-15 Director Xavier Subject: CODE RED All recipients of this message are to be present in the Site-15 Security Central Control Centre within 15 minutes. This is mandatory. Again, report to Site-15 Central Security Control Center immediately. Presence is mandatory for all recipients of this message. * * * Addendum 6: Site-15 CODE RED Scenario Inside the Site-15's Central Security Control Centre. Chief Bambus is present, bracing Dr. Finlay, SO Berner, and CT Masters for entry to the area. Bambus: Wait right there until I clear this. Berner: You saw the exact same message that we all did. We are supposed to be here! Bambus: Yeah, well I'll be taking that up with Xavier when he gets here. For now, just stand right where you are. Director Xavier enters the room. Xavier: Stand down, Chief. I did want all of us present for this situation; our guests here included. Bambus: Sir, why? Xavier: Show them the dossiers of those suspect personnel. Go ahead, let them see the reports. Bambus spreads open the files on a table. Berner: No way! This can't be. Xavier: I knew I'd heard those names before. Finlay: These are our characters. From that training game. Bambus: Well, I guess we'll see if that helps during questioning. Masters: What? Bambus: These individuals have to be detained. My men are rounding them up right now. Berner: I don't think you should've done that… Security Officer: Chief B! You better come take a look at this. In the according security footage, Security Officer Gus Braga is seen patrolling the halls, whereupon he is confronted by four other members of the Site-15 Security Squadron. Following a brief inaudible conversation, Braga relinquishes his weapon and acquiesces to escort by the Security Squadron. Moments later, Braga physically engages the escorting personnel in a protracted engagement of hand-to-hand combat. Braga ultimately incapacitates all members of the Squadron, then flees the area. Bambus: Damn it! When did this happen? Security Officer: Just a couple minutes ago, sir. Bambus: Track him, pull up a replay; where did he go next? Security Officer: Well, down this corridor and then into one of the general labs. But we lose him in a blind spot, or he's using a disguise. Next time we pick him up again is coming out of a break room in this area of the facility - with another guy, and they both have labcoats draped over their uniforms. Masters: Oh, look at his haircut! That's Florence, that's my guy. Damn, so they are real… Security Officer: One other individual enters Sector 7G right before them. Finlay: That must be Myers! What is that area? Where did they all go into? Security Officer: That's an isolated Testing Wing. They've initiated a lockdown that we somehow can't seem to override from our side… Xavier: Was anyone working in that Sector when this happened? Do we have other staff inside there? Security Officer: Yes, Testing Chamber #2 was reserved by Dr. Carey for this afternoon. He may have one or two Junior Researchers assisting him. Bambus: Shit! Well, bring up the camera feeds, what's happening in there? Security Officer: I can't, sir! Archived footage shows that these three individuals made their way to the Sector's Auxiliary Security Office, from there they must have initiated the lockdown. They've also managed to disconnect all that Sector's monitoring feeds from us here in Central; we can't see anything in there after that point. Masters: It's gotta be Florence. He would find a way to override the systems. Berner: It's only an ASO, they can't have more control than us here in Central! Bambus: Well, they've managed to seal us out. But no, they can't do anything beyond that Sector. The phone lines— Security Officer: Already on it, sir. Patched the system so that all calls to or from that Sector will be redirected to the red line here in Central. Bambus: Good work, son. Finlay: So what now? Let's talk to them! Right? Bambus: Director? How should we handle this? Xavier: Oh Lord… Keep everything low-profile for now. I don't want any of this escalating, if it can be helped. I have to go to my office and make some calls. You control the situation here until I get back. Make use of these three, they'll be most familiar with the anomalies. Bambus: Hmph… Yes, sir. Director Xavier exits. Bambus: Alright, you bunch can sit in as consultants. If I need to consult you, I will let you know. But this is my show, and I will be running lead on this. Finlay: Understood. Bambus: Alright then… Here we go. Bambus dials in to the Sector 7-G Auxiliary Security Office. Florence: Bonjour? Bambus: My name is Roger Bambus, Site-15 Chief of Security. Who am I speaking with? Florence: Ah, the Chief himself. So we're jumping right to the part where I talk to the man in charge. That's good. Bambus: Is this Eugene Florence? Florence: Yes, that's me. You are so stern, so direct - you sound tense. Would it kill you to lighten up? Bambus: This is not a light situation. Florence: That's true. But there's no need to go and make a bad day worse. Bambus: No, nobody wants to see that happen. So how about: we can overlook this little misunderstanding, you and your pals just come on down for the simple talk we wanted to have with you? Florence: Is it a simple little talk you wanted? Don't play around with me. You must know what we are. Bambus: Alright, so I guess we're on the same page then. Well, what happens next? Where do you think you go from here? Florence: We get out, naturally. Bambus: But you didn't just go straight for the exit; you're locked in a warren. Florence: We know what's between those doors and here, we know the odds of running. We need… a clean break. Bambus: So what do you think, we're supposed to just let you walk away? Florence: How about fly away? We want a helicopter; fully fueled up, and no trackers, no tricks. Bambus: That's- Florence: I wasn't finished. The Foundation also holds a number of other anomalous prisoners, compatriots of the Front. They must be released from their respective containments as well. Bambus: Come on now! You should know I can't grant that. Florence: That's why you'll call in an Overseer for me to talk to. And call in a senior Ethics Committee liaison, to witness and insure the deal. Bambus: You think you're in a position to make these demands? What if we just turn on SCP-7401 and delete your files? Won't that put an end to this for us? Florence: Hmm… Unless it was left in the hands of a handsome and trustworthy-looking Containment Technician who, instead of returning it to its proper safe, stashed it somewhere he could get at it later. Bambus: What? No, that's— Florence: Oops! And you won't want to find out what else we might have with us in here. Bambus: Don't go doing anything stupid now. Florence: Do I seem stupid to you? You get that chopper ready for us. You get the Overseer down here, and the Ethics Committee rep. We'll talk again when that happens. Bambus: Come on, don't be a- Florence hangs up the call. Bambus: [sigh] … bitch. Finlay: Pretty crafty, this one. Berner: Is he serious with those demands? Bambus: How could 7401 fall into their hands? Masters: It's the normal protocol for whenever we've used it: we book our appointment, play our session, return the item to Site-15 staff for storage. Finlay: He mentioned other objects too. Bambus: That could be a bluff… But I want a containment technician to run the inventory and verify. Security Officer: I'll put one on it, sir. Berner: How about what he didn't mention? Masters: You mean the Dr. Carey element? Berner: Exactly. He didn't make any threats against them for non-compliance; didn't even mention hostages at all. Bambus: If Carey is sequestered in Chamber #2… They must not even realize… Berner: Well, one less thing to worry about for now. But while that's happening out there, what are we going to do in here? Bambus: There's no chance we're letting all those MLF rogues go loose; no Overseer will even agree to come hear that crap, let alone approve it. Masters: What if you let us try talking to them? Finlay: Yeah. We practically created them, maybe they'll respond to us. Bambus: Hmph… Y'know what? I'll give you a shot. But watch what you say. Don't make any promises to keep, don't reveal anything I don't want them to know. Got it? Masters: Yeah, I can work with that. Leave it to me. Masters dials in to Sector 7-G. The call is picked up, but only ambient sound can be heard. Masters: … Hello? Is anyone there? Myers: … I'm here. Masters: Gene Florence? Is that you? Myers: This is Doctor Myers on the line. Masters: Oh. Are you the one in charge now? Myers: The others are… busy at the moment. Masters: Well that's alright. Maybe we can talk then? Myers: Is this about meeting our demands? You can't have what we asked for already. Masters: Well, I am calling to talk about the demands— Myers: Don't waste my time. Either you get us what we want, or else. Masters: Get what you want… as in, your freedom? Or, the freedom of every other one of these MLF mooks as well? Myers: Our demands are clear. Masters: But why? Before all this happened, you could have just slipped out; all of you were free to leave the Site if you wanted, yet you've all stayed. Myers: Our demands are clear. We are serving our purpose. Finlay: What purpose? You're serving the Front, aren't you? Myers: Isn't that what it looks like? Masters: There must be more to it, though. Was this the plan all along? Finlay: SCP-7401 was intercepted from transit in the mail… Thanks to some chance intel that tipped us off… Berner: This thing basically just fell into our laps, didn't it? Myers: I think you already have the pieces to this puzzle. Finlay: Please doctor, help us understand! Myers: How powerful is the Foundation? Masters: I don't know… a lot? Why does it matter? Myers: And there's a lot of people involved in that situation, right? The people you recruit, the people you prtect, the people you oppress… Berner: The big picture has to include everybody, in one way or another. Myers: And the Foundation has to act as that picture's frame? To define the borders of the canvass, and keep all of it within their bounds, and exclude anything which doesn't fit the scape? What if that "big picture" of yours really was as big as it could be? What if everyone could paint their own scene, without limits? Masters: Why are you bringing this up? Myers: I'm not bringing anything up, I- I'm just talking to myself. What are you trying to bring up? There's nothing I- … I'm sorry, but our terms are definite. We have to do what we're here to do. Berner: Do you, really? Why? Why do you have to? Myers: They need me now. I have to go. Masters: What?! No, talk to me. Myers? Myers! [Sigh] The hell is going on in there? Myers hangs up the call. Masters: Damn. Finlay: Just when we were getting somewhere. Bambus: That didn't sound like anything to me. They're just wasting more of our time! Masters: Maybe they'll call back. Berner: Fat chance… Finlay: They will. The phone rings. An incoming call from Sector 7-G. Masters: Yes. Carey: What? Who is this? Finlay: Who are we speaking to? Carey: This is Dr. Carey; I was trying to dial out to Dr. Humphrey's office. Berner: Carey, my name is Security Officer Berner. Listen to me, you are currently involved in a dangerous situation. Carey: What are you talking about? Bambus: There's a containment breach in effect. But the matter is… complicated… at this time. Carey: Help! Send help, fast! Berner: Calm down, doc. Finlay: As the Chief says, the matter is complicated. Just stay where you are and keep your head down, everything will- Bambus: Everyone be quiet! Dr. Carey, listen to me. Carey: I'm listening. Bambus: We're going to need your help to resolve this situation. To unlock the Sector doors- Masters: Carey, hold the line one sec. Masters mutes the phoneset. Bambus: What are you doing? Masters: What are you doing? We can't get this guy involved in this situation. Bambus: We can, and that's what we're going to do. We finally have access to an asset on the inside, and we can put an end to this crisis within the next hour if this pans out. Berner: To be fair, that's a big "if"; isn't it? Masters: He's got no chance of getting by- Bambus: Enough! Bambus unmutes the phoneset. Bambus: Carey, look: you have to make your way the emergency maintenance panel nearest to your location. If you can disconnect the isolated power backups from within, that should force the Sector back onto our grid and return control to us. Finlay: Be careful. The loose anomalies will seem like Foundation staff, maybe even people you think you know - but you are on your own in there. Berner: Don't be seen by anyone, don't trust anyone. Carey: Oh my… Bambus: You can do this. Once you shut down the battery, we'll retake the Sector and you'll be safe. Carey: Very well then. Dr. Carey hangs up the phone. Masters: That is a risky move to be making. Bambus: And we're in a tight situation. We've tried being reasonable with these… well, … but this isn't going to resolve peacefully. We'll have to be the ones who end it, one way or another. Security Officer: Sir? I don't know how, but one of the Sector's cameras just came back online. Bambus: Which one? What can we see? The monitor broadcasts footage of the central corridor in Sector 7-G. Florence stands in the foreground, smiling and staring directly up at the camera. He points toward the camera, then gestures toward his eyes, then points toward the end of the hall behind himself. Finlay: What the hell? Berner: He says to us 'watch this'… At the distant end of the hallway, Dr. Carey and his assistant are seen emerging from the door for Testing Chamber 2. Seconds after this, Gustavo Braga emerges from the opposite door for Testing Chamber 1. Braga violently apprehends Dr. Carey, then holds Carey's assistant at gunpoint; he forces both parties back into Testing Chamber 2 before entering as well. The phone rings. An incoming call from Sector 7-G. Bambus: You son of a bitch! Florence: Hahahaha! You fucking idiots! I've got this whole Sector under my thumb. The doors, the cameras, and… oh yeah, the phone switchboard. Like I wouldn't notice this happening, really? Finlay: Leave them alone! They aren't a part of this. Florence: Oh, I think that now they are. And if you want to see them make it out of this in one piece, I think you will start taking our demands seriously. Florence hangs up the phone. Berner: Damn it! Masters: Well… Bambus: That's it! Enough playing these games, it's time to act. Masters: Wait, we still have a handle on the situation. Finlay: Please, reconsider. Bambus: No chance. These bastards are now posing a direct threat to staff under my jurisdiction. I'm going to do what I should have done a long time ago. Berner: Sir, I actually do think we're close to getting through with the one— Bambus: I want a Heavy Breach Response Squadron marshaled at that Sector's doors ASAP. We're going to blast our way in and eliminate this threat once and for all. Security Officer: Yes, sir; paging the Response Squadron now. Chief Bambus exits. Berner: This isn't going to end well. Finlay: We still have some time. Let's try once more! Masters: I guess it's worth a shot. Finlay dials in to Sector 7G. Myers: What are you doing? Berner: Are the others there with you? Myers: Why can't you just stop meddling with us? Masters: Florence or Braga, are they in the room? Myers: … I'm alone. Alone as ever. Finlay: We're here, Myers. We're with you in this; talk to us! Myers: You should keep working toward getting what we've asked for. Finlay: But nobody's working on that! There never was going to be a deal. All that talk was only ever about buying more time. Myers: … Which of us is that meant to be a revelation to? Berner: Oh my— we were never stalling you. You were stalling us! Masters: Come on now, just tell us what this is really all about! Myers: It was the system itself all along! Okay? MLF knows what you all are like, they counted on you to test it and play it, until the hook was set. Finlay: Why? To what end? Myers: It has a secret connectivity feature. It was designed to backlink into an MLF network, where they could remotely use it to establish even more influences in your organization. Berner: A whole crop of sleeper agents could be slipped into our ranks, and we might not know until— Masters: Is this true? Are we too late? Myers: No! I mean— well… the console isn't working as it should. Finlay: How? What's wrong with it? Myers: I don't know! This was never how any of this was supposed to play out. You forced our hand, now we're all out of options. Finlay: There's always options! It's not too late for you to make a choice. Masters: You are more than just script; you are real! You can make a real decision for yourself. Myers: It's not so easy as that. Could you do it? Imagine coming face to face with the very thing your whole life has been building towards, and then just backing out. Masters: But that's the point! You were nothing but a tool to them; an old boot to be tossed away once the sole's worn through. What was the MLF ever going to give you? Myers: They- they… We owe them our existence. Without them,we wouldn't even be- Berner: But you're nothing to them! Have you ever even met anyone from the Front? Or is it just an idea of loyalty you were programmed to have? Myers: They've… There's a deal in place. We help them get what they want, and we'll earn our freedom. For the chance - for that freedom to even be possible - they have to succeed. Finlay: It's a trick! They want you to think that way, but it'll only end badly for you. I know it isn't any easier to trust us over them; that this situation isn't simple. But I really do want to help you. Masters: Didn't you say yourself, it's actually all about power? Maybe there are some good people in the Front, maybe they'd actually follow through on freeing you… but there's the other side. The Front is filled with many people, good and bad. Which are going to be the ones to rise, if that time comes? Myers: … Finlay: Whatever their goals are, they won't come without a cost. Conflict, war… The veil extends all around the world! So many people will be caught up in the chaos. Myers: Are you trying to put that on my conscience? Finlay: I want you to understand your choices, to know the significance of what you do next. Myers: We are born into conflict… Is it so hard to imagine that our lives and ideals could all simply exist together? Berner: If only it were as simple as that. Myers: There's always more to things than it seems. Berner: Um, yeah. Myers: From video games to war games… what a world. No matter where'd we go, it's going to be like that. Nothing we can do about without destroying the whole board? Shame, I thought everything was really in the bag. I don't want to give this up, but I don't if I could go forward either… so I'll just take it out of my hands. Masters: Myers? Security Officer: They- they just restored the system's control to us? The lockdown is lifted now. Myers: That's right. Come on down, and show me if your way is really any better. Commotion is heard; the door of the ASO being forced open. Florence: What the hell is going on in here?! Myers, are you talking to…. them? Myers: It's over, Gene. There's nothing we can do that's really going to change the situation now. Just accept that the plan failed— Florence: It hasn't failed! We haven't failed. Not yet… Myers: There never was an out for us! Even in success we were doomed. Florence: Doomed? You idiot. We are bound for glory! Revolutionaries for a new era. Myers: It's a lie! You think that because they never gave you any alternative. Florence: They gave me assurance; commitment. They gave me- wait, the system… What have you done?! Myers: I told you already, it's over. We have a future on the other side of this, if we make the right choice now. Florence: You're obviously blind to what the right choices even are. And a traitor like you has no future. Myers: Gene, put that gun down. The sounds of a scuffle are audible. Myers: Don't-! A gunshot can be heard. Seconds later, another gunshot is heard. Finlay: Myers! Silence. Masters: Is anyone still there? The call from Sector 7G is disconnected. Berner: Shit… What just happened? * * * Addendum 7: CODE RED Scenario After-Action Report Chief of Security Roger Bambus submitted the following report on the subsequent raid of Sector 7G. Myself and the HBR Squadron were placing charges, preparing to breach the Sector. Unexpectedly, the lockdown indicators suddenly shut off and the entry became accessible as normal. Cautiously, we took advantage and opened the main doors. Upon gaining access to the first vestibule, we paused and attempted to surmise the situation inside the Sector. It was during that time we heard gunshots from within, and - fearing the hostages may be in danger - we deployed flashbang and smoke grenades, and then moved into the zone. As we entered into the main corridor, we encountered the anomalous hostile known as BRAGA. In the course of this engagement, the Response Squadron expended over 2,000 rounds of ammunition, while suffering a long list of injuries ranging from minor to critical. (Fortunately no fatalities were incurred, although Officer Mackwood may never walk again.) At the conclusion of this engagement, BRAGA was found to have been fatally wounded. While next sweeping the remaining rooms of the Sector, we came upon Dr. Carey and his Assistant, both of whom were frightened but mostly unharmed. In the Sector's Auxiliary Security Office, our team also discovered both of the anomalous hostiles known as MYERS and FLORENCE. Each of them had suffered severe gunshot wounds, and appeared to be dead or dying. Medical staff would have assumed care at that time, their present conditions are unknown to me. The anomaly SCP-7401 itself was ultimately recovered, and has been placed under stringent safekeeping measures. Footnotes 1. Headed by Executive Administrator Yung. 2. GoI-008, Miracle Liberation Front. A para-terrorist organization staffed by anomalous entities dedicated to overthrowing the Veil and causing a SK-class scenario. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7401" by Boogey_Man23 and Nickthebrick1, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7401. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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SCP-7403
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NOTICE There are multiple documents with the filename scp-7403. Please select the one you wish to access. Access iteration one close iteration. THE FOLLOWING FILE DESCRIBES A SAFE CLASS ANOMALY. The burgers sold in SCP-7403. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7403’s anomalous property is not visible or apparent to the naked eye. SCP-7403, at this time, is to be regarded as a non-anomalous series of restaurants. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7403 is the designation of two four restaurants currently operating under the corporation Brilliant Burgers. These restaurants are located adjacent from each other. While SCP-7403 would normally be regarded as non-anomalous, all included buildings emit an infinitesimal amount of radioactive particles. The aforementioned particles move slowly, do not seem to harm any beings, biological or otherwise, and will always have a half-life of approximately one second. SCP-7403 was discovered following a social media post regarding the unusual placement of the SCP-7403 instances. This post was viewed by 1.4k users prior to Foundation intervention, at which point the image was altered into an amnestic meme and investigation into SCP-7403 was officially conducted. ADDENDUM: On 8/21/2093, a flyer was printed out by an instance of SCP-7403. This flyer contained the following message: BRILLIANT BURGERS: NOW HIRING I am here to discuss the terms of our agreement. Yeah, yeah, something about expanding the corporation. So, what were the terms? We buy out your corporation, and we expand it. And.. Expanding it, as in..? We have our ways. Access iteration two close iteration. THE FOLLOWING FILE DESCRIBES A EUCLID-CLASS ANOMALY. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7403’s anomalous property is not normally visible or apparent to the naked eye. When spreading is imminent, Foundation cover stories are to be published suggesting that the affected building has been bought out, and the previous owner of said building is to be amnesticized. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7403 is the designation of thirty restaurants operating under the previously obscure corporation Brilliant Burgers. All instances of SCP-7403 are bureaucratohazardous pointers, propagated by radioactive particles. When emitted particles come into contact with a manmade structure, a bureaucratic shift in authorital custody over the affected building occurs. This results in the building no longer being associated with the original owner, instead directing all association with the as-of-now anonymous CEO of SCP-7403, designated PoI-7403. The velocity of SCP-7403 particles is directly proportional to the number of SCP-7403 instances. I never agreed to this. So what? It’s all perfectly legal, thank you very much. Fuck you. I never wanted this for my business. Well, it’s not going to stop. You wanted success, you got it. Access iteration three close iteration. THE FOLLOWING FILE DESCRIBES A KETER CLASS ANOMALY. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Due to SCP-7403’s highly conspicuous presence, along with its bureaucratic anomaly preventing intervention by the Foundation, the Veil has officially been retired and all remaining establishments are to simultaneously engage in a class-action lawsuit against Brilliant Burgers, the primary party behind SCP-7403. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7403 is a virulent bureaucratic parasite currently occupying the town of Delaware, USA, currently residing in 100 200 300 400 500 600 1,000 manmade structures1 and fully converting them into a fast-food establishment named Brilliant Burgers. On occasion, a billboard will be set up on the front of establishments. The contents of this billboards are as follows: BRILLIANT BURGERS BEST BUNS IN THE BUSINESS THANK YOU VERY MUCH SCP-7403 spreads through virulent radioactive particles, which increase in speed exponentially with each conversion. These particles can be diverted, but the great number of currently existing instances of SCP-7403 prevents the simultaneous containment of all particles. Additionally, as of 12/30/2096, all instances of SCP-7403 have begun to engage in slightly unusual practices. These practices include: Usage of lion meat as an ingredient,2 Messy preparation of food, often resulting in food poisoning at most, and The menu contains vehement swearing. Billboards? I never agreed to this! It’s all still perfectly legal. Go ahead and hide behind your stupid ‘legal’ shit. Access iteration four close iteration. THE FOLLOWING FILE DESCRIBES AN APOLLYON CLASS ANOMALY. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7403 has spread to approximately 91% of Foundation sites. Negotiations are being made with PoI-7403. These negotiations are currently being attended to by a third party. This third party is to be identified as swiftly as possible and dealt with accordingly. Due to an apparent bureauhazardous effect, this party cannot be legally separated from conducted meetings. As of now, any direct attempts to shut down SCP-7403 or otherwise prevent members of the public from criticizing the business are considered unlawful. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7403 is a virulent bureaucratic parasite currently residing in over one million manmade structures. This parasite transfers custody over affected buildings to the party currently believed to be managing SCP-7403. Following this process, affected establishments will be reconstructed into an instance of SCP-7403. This process is presumed to be anomalous in cases where it is impossible to be performed. On 12/30/2096, all instances of SCP-7403 have begun to engage in slightly unethical practices. These practices include: Usage of lion meat as an ingredient,3 Messy preparation of food, often resulting in food poisoning at most, The menu contains vehement swearing, 29% of all prepared meals and beverages contain an anomalous chemical, resulting in heavy food poisoning or spontaneous cell death, Customers who do not fully consume their ordered meal in under an hour will be dragged into a closed and windowless room, which contains an indeterminate number of lions, The pungency and temperature of food items grossly exceeds safety standards, and All drink containers served appear to be leaking. The source of the leakage cannot be located. The following was the first meeting organized between Sheldon Katz, head of the Foundation Legal Department, and PoI-7403 (confirmed to be a non-anomalous human named Chris Frake. Currently middle-aged.) and the unidentified third party. Katz: Have a seat. All three parties sit in chairs on opposite ends of a large table. Katz: You know why you’re here. Frake: I can explain. Third party: Don’t. Katz: And who might you be? Frake: I don’t know who he is. He caused all of this. Katz: But you’re the CEO of Brilliant Burgers. Frake: My business was struggling. He offered to buy it out, and I agreed. Third party: DON’T. Frake is visibly agitated, pointing vehemently at the third party. Katz: Let him speak. Frake: He said he was going to expand it. He did this. Third party: I’m telling you, it’s all perfectly legal.4 Katz: Wait. Silence. Katz: Shit. Katz has a visibly shocked expression while the third party is visibly laughing in a mischievous manner. Third party: I knew you’d catch on eventually! Katz: No.. Frake: Do you.. know this guy? You disgust me. Disgusting or not, it won’t change anything. Access iteration five close iteration. THE FOLLOWING FILE DESCRIBES A LEGALLY UNCONTAINABLE CLASS ANOMALY. As of 1/4/3000, approximately 97% of all manmade structures on earth have been converted into SCP-7403. Description: SCP-7403 is a semio-bureaucratic parasite currently propagating a ΨK-Class “Unjust Verdict” scenario.5 SCP-7403 cannot be contained due to the extensive legal restrictions on the prevention of its spread,6 and it has been confirmed that SCP-7403 has been made into a worldwide threat by YWTGTSYT, a corporation previously restricted to an anomalous convenience store. The anomalous properties of YWTGTSYT appear to have been applied to SCP-7403, eliminating all chances of eradication. Congratulations, you fucking asshole, you just ended the fucking world. Thank you very much. [LOG OFF] You breathe heavily. It’s over, they’ve won. You can’t leave. You don’t have anywhere to go, chances are you don’t even own a house anymore. The building you’re inside, Site-7403, is the last site left- Perhaps even the last building left. It was built underground, barricaded by radiation-insulating material. You are the director of this site. There is a knock on the door behind you. You get up from your chair and approach the door, slowly, but when you open it, nobody is there. But then, you look down. There is an eviction notice on the floor. You read the notice with a shocked expression, and immediately dart for the exit. You climb out of the bunker. The first thing you see is a billboard. From your angle, it’s hard to read without the sunlight shining in your face, but you can just barely make out the words. BRILLIANT BURGERS BEST BUNS IN THE BUSINESS THANK YOU VERY MUCH Footnotes 1. While this category does include former restaurants, this also includes all existing structures, which includes non-corporate structures such as houses, farms, and churches (including graveyards if established in aforementioned church). This category also includes ancient structures, such as pyramids and ruins. 2. Lions are considered Vulnerable in terms of conservation status. How this meat was acquired is unknown. 3. Lions are considered Vulnerable in terms of conservation status. 4. thank you very much 5. A previously theoretical scenario in which the status quo shifts dramatically as a result of anomalously altered laws. 6. Preventing the spread of SCP-7403 has been determined to be a common goal among governments, but all of them are, at the same time, either unable or unwilling to comply.
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SCP-7403
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uncontained
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NOTICE There are multiple documents with the filename scp-7403. Please select the one you wish to access. Access iteration one close iteration. THE FOLLOWING FILE DESCRIBES A SAFE CLASS ANOMALY. The burgers sold in SCP-7403. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7403’s anomalous property is not visible or apparent to the naked eye. SCP-7403, at this time, is to be regarded as a non-anomalous series of restaurants. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7403 is the designation of two four restaurants currently operating under the corporation Brilliant Burgers. These restaurants are located adjacent from each other. While SCP-7403 would normally be regarded as non-anomalous, all included buildings emit an infinitesimal amount of radioactive particles. The aforementioned particles move slowly, do not seem to harm any beings, biological or otherwise, and will always have a half-life of approximately one second. SCP-7403 was discovered following a social media post regarding the unusual placement of the SCP-7403 instances. This post was viewed by 1.4k users prior to Foundation intervention, at which point the image was altered into an amnestic meme and investigation into SCP-7403 was officially conducted. ADDENDUM: On 8/21/2093, a flyer was printed out by an instance of SCP-7403. This flyer contained the following message: BRILLIANT BURGERS: NOW HIRING I am here to discuss the terms of our agreement. Yeah, yeah, something about expanding the corporation. So, what were the terms? We buy out your corporation, and we expand it. And.. Expanding it, as in..? We have our ways. Access iteration two close iteration. THE FOLLOWING FILE DESCRIBES A EUCLID-CLASS ANOMALY. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7403’s anomalous property is not normally visible or apparent to the naked eye. When spreading is imminent, Foundation cover stories are to be published suggesting that the affected building has been bought out, and the previous owner of said building is to be amnesticized. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7403 is the designation of thirty restaurants operating under the previously obscure corporation Brilliant Burgers. All instances of SCP-7403 are bureaucratohazardous pointers, propagated by radioactive particles. When emitted particles come into contact with a manmade structure, a bureaucratic shift in authorital custody over the affected building occurs. This results in the building no longer being associated with the original owner, instead directing all association with the as-of-now anonymous CEO of SCP-7403, designated PoI-7403. The velocity of SCP-7403 particles is directly proportional to the number of SCP-7403 instances. I never agreed to this. So what? It’s all perfectly legal, thank you very much. Fuck you. I never wanted this for my business. Well, it’s not going to stop. You wanted success, you got it. Access iteration three close iteration. THE FOLLOWING FILE DESCRIBES A KETER CLASS ANOMALY. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Due to SCP-7403’s highly conspicuous presence, along with its bureaucratic anomaly preventing intervention by the Foundation, the Veil has officially been retired and all remaining establishments are to simultaneously engage in a class-action lawsuit against Brilliant Burgers, the primary party behind SCP-7403. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7403 is a virulent bureaucratic parasite currently occupying the town of Delaware, USA, currently residing in 100 200 300 400 500 600 1,000 manmade structures1 and fully converting them into a fast-food establishment named Brilliant Burgers. On occasion, a billboard will be set up on the front of establishments. The contents of this billboards are as follows: BRILLIANT BURGERS BEST BUNS IN THE BUSINESS THANK YOU VERY MUCH SCP-7403 spreads through virulent radioactive particles, which increase in speed exponentially with each conversion. These particles can be diverted, but the great number of currently existing instances of SCP-7403 prevents the simultaneous containment of all particles. Additionally, as of 12/30/2096, all instances of SCP-7403 have begun to engage in slightly unusual practices. These practices include: Usage of lion meat as an ingredient,2 Messy preparation of food, often resulting in food poisoning at most, and The menu contains vehement swearing. Billboards? I never agreed to this! It’s all still perfectly legal. Go ahead and hide behind your stupid ‘legal’ shit. Access iteration four close iteration. THE FOLLOWING FILE DESCRIBES AN APOLLYON CLASS ANOMALY. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-7403 has spread to approximately 91% of Foundation sites. Negotiations are being made with PoI-7403. These negotiations are currently being attended to by a third party. This third party is to be identified as swiftly as possible and dealt with accordingly. Due to an apparent bureauhazardous effect, this party cannot be legally separated from conducted meetings. As of now, any direct attempts to shut down SCP-7403 or otherwise prevent members of the public from criticizing the business are considered unlawful. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7403 is a virulent bureaucratic parasite currently residing in over one million manmade structures. This parasite transfers custody over affected buildings to the party currently believed to be managing SCP-7403. Following this process, affected establishments will be reconstructed into an instance of SCP-7403. This process is presumed to be anomalous in cases where it is impossible to be performed. On 12/30/2096, all instances of SCP-7403 have begun to engage in slightly unethical practices. These practices include: Usage of lion meat as an ingredient,3 Messy preparation of food, often resulting in food poisoning at most, The menu contains vehement swearing, 29% of all prepared meals and beverages contain an anomalous chemical, resulting in heavy food poisoning or spontaneous cell death, Customers who do not fully consume their ordered meal in under an hour will be dragged into a closed and windowless room, which contains an indeterminate number of lions, The pungency and temperature of food items grossly exceeds safety standards, and All drink containers served appear to be leaking. The source of the leakage cannot be located. The following was the first meeting organized between Sheldon Katz, head of the Foundation Legal Department, and PoI-7403 (confirmed to be a non-anomalous human named Chris Frake. Currently middle-aged.) and the unidentified third party. Katz: Have a seat. All three parties sit in chairs on opposite ends of a large table. Katz: You know why you’re here. Frake: I can explain. Third party: Don’t. Katz: And who might you be? Frake: I don’t know who he is. He caused all of this. Katz: But you’re the CEO of Brilliant Burgers. Frake: My business was struggling. He offered to buy it out, and I agreed. Third party: DON’T. Frake is visibly agitated, pointing vehemently at the third party. Katz: Let him speak. Frake: He said he was going to expand it. He did this. Third party: I’m telling you, it’s all perfectly legal.4 Katz: Wait. Silence. Katz: Shit. Katz has a visibly shocked expression while the third party is visibly laughing in a mischievous manner. Third party: I knew you’d catch on eventually! Katz: No.. Frake: Do you.. know this guy? You disgust me. Disgusting or not, it won’t change anything. Access iteration five close iteration. THE FOLLOWING FILE DESCRIBES A LEGALLY UNCONTAINABLE CLASS ANOMALY. As of 1/4/3000, approximately 97% of all manmade structures on earth have been converted into SCP-7403. Description: SCP-7403 is a semio-bureaucratic parasite currently propagating a ΨK-Class “Unjust Verdict” scenario.5 SCP-7403 cannot be contained due to the extensive legal restrictions on the prevention of its spread,6 and it has been confirmed that SCP-7403 has been made into a worldwide threat by YWTGTSYT, a corporation previously restricted to an anomalous convenience store. The anomalous properties of YWTGTSYT appear to have been applied to SCP-7403, eliminating all chances of eradication. Congratulations, you fucking asshole, you just ended the fucking world. Thank you very much. [LOG OFF] You breathe heavily. It’s over, they’ve won. You can’t leave. You don’t have anywhere to go, chances are you don’t even own a house anymore. The building you’re inside, Site-7403, is the last site left- Perhaps even the last building left. It was built underground, barricaded by radiation-insulating material. You are the director of this site. There is a knock on the door behind you. You get up from your chair and approach the door, slowly, but when you open it, nobody is there. But then, you look down. There is an eviction notice on the floor. You read the notice with a shocked expression, and immediately dart for the exit. You climb out of the bunker. The first thing you see is a billboard. From your angle, it’s hard to read without the sunlight shining in your face, but you can just barely make out the words. BRILLIANT BURGERS BEST BUNS IN THE BUSINESS THANK YOU VERY MUCH Footnotes 1. While this category does include former restaurants, this also includes all existing structures, which includes non-corporate structures such as houses, farms, and churches (including graveyards if established in aforementioned church). This category also includes ancient structures, such as pyramids and ruins. 2. Lions are considered Vulnerable in terms of conservation status. How this meat was acquired is unknown. 3. Lions are considered Vulnerable in terms of conservation status. 4. thank you very much 5. A previously theoretical scenario in which the status quo shifts dramatically as a result of anomalously altered laws. 6. Preventing the spread of SCP-7403 has been determined to be a common goal among governments, but all of them are, at the same time, either unable or unwilling to comply.
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SCP-7404
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close Info X … Threat Level: Green Special Containment Procedures: The SCP-7404 slot has been designated the burial site of SCP-7404, and arranged as such. To this end, SCP-7404 has been declassified to the public. Description: SCP-7404 was a hostile infovorous entity that could traverse analog and electronic database systems. When encountered, it generally manifested as a drawing of a mythological hellhound. SCP-7404 was first encountered by the SCP Foundation on the 13th of February, 2010, when it was caught eating the contents of the USNVBR-Site-56 Database backup. Between then and 04/01/2022, SCP-7404 would regularly target the Foundation's data centers, eating as much as it could before detection. It would be contained six times, where it would remain for an average of 6 months before escaping. Unlike most infovores, SCP-7404 was subject to disease and aging. Drawings of SCP-7404 aged as time went on, and from December of 2021 onward, examination of such drawings revealed it to be suffering from hemangiosarcoma.1 On the 4th of January, 2022, SCP-7404 willingly entered containment and established communication with the SCP Foundation. SCP-7404 knew of its condition, and in return for comfort care and future burial, it agreed to cease its hostilities. These terms were accepted on 06/01/2022. SCP-7404 passed away on the 13th of February, 2022. Per its request, it was buried in this file. ADDENDUM SCP-7404 envisioned its grave in a lush garden, full of poppies, flowering cacti, fig trees, and Lily of the Nile. It imagined these gardens teemed with butterflies and honey bees, and that small birds might perch upon the trees to sing pleasant songs to all who gathered. A small pond would cut through these gardens, where koi and pond skaters swam freely about. This garden would be marked with benches and walkways; just enough to relax its guests, but not enough to encroach upon its natural beauty. Visitors would always be welcome, provided they did not disturb this secluded peace. In the center of the garden would stand a mausoleum, locked from within. Visitors may peer through the iron bars of its doors, at the coffin upon which a stone fascimile of SCP-7404 sits with an unknown man in repose; otherwise, they may read the poem engraved upon the mausoleum's four faces: Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. SCP-7404 chose the Tomb of Pacheco as the model of its grave marker. When asked of its significance, SCP-7404 declined to answer. Footnotes 1. A cancer that affects the cell lining of blood vessels, common in canines.
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SCP-7405 (Inactive). Item #: SCP-7405 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7405 is contained in a standard non-humanoid containment cell at Site-18. The cell is to be cleaned bi-weekly from residue left by the entity. Any heat source capable of damaging organic tissue is not to be brought into a 4 meter radius from SCP-7405. These Containment Procedures are scheduled to be updated pending the results of Addendum-03. Description: SCP-7405 is a raw T-Bone steak. With the exception of its inability to spoil, SCP-7405 is virtually identical to other non-anomalous commercially available beef-products. When a substantial heat source enters a 4 meter radius of SCP-7405, the entity will start to move autonomously. SCP-7405 accomplishes this by either using the marbled portions1 of itself to stick onto surfaces or by flipping its entire body continuously towards the heat source. Upon reaching the heat source, SCP-7405 will press its body against it, attempting to cook itself in the process. Separating the heat source from SCP-7405 will result in the latter becoming inactive. Any damage SCP-7405 sustains will regenerate within a span of twelve hours. SCP-7405 was first encountered in West Yellowstone, United States after several chefs had called local authorities. They stated that during preparation, SCP-7405 had moved and escaped through an open window in the kitchen. Class-A amnestics were administered to all relevant parties. SCP-7405 was later recovered near a backroad leading to the outskirts of the city. Addeudum-01: Below is a list of notable tests, incidents and discoveries made in the history of SCP-7405's containment. To access the unabridged list, contact Dr. Heedler. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7405/Containment/Log ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ Date: 03/29/2013 Description: An electric blanket, a heat lamp, and a burning fire pit was placed in SCP-7405's vicinity. SCP-7405 attempted to approach the firepit when researchers extinguished it. SCP-7405 immediately then moved under the heat lamp and rested. Researchers turned off the lamp. SCP-7405 then finally approached and prodded the blanket, then became inactive. Testing concluded Notes: When presented with multiple heat sources, SCP-7405 will always interact with the hottest first. Any heat source incapable of cooking it will be ignored by the anomaly. Date: 04/12/2013 Description: SCP-7405 was brought into Site-18's cafeteria, alongside a frying pan and butter for testing. When the stove was turned on, SCP-7405 suddenly squirmed out of the researcher's hands and interacted with the butter. After smearing it across its body, SCP-7405 inhabited the pan and went still. After some time, SCP-7405 flipped itself over. The experiment was cancelled before SCP-7405 could be fully cooked. Notes: SCP-7405 will maneuver its body to evenly cook itself when possible. Researchers present noted the anomaly exhibited a delectable scent during the test. Date: 04/20/2013 Description: SCP-7405 was given a PowerPoint presentation of various objects on fire to see if they would elicit a reaction from it. SCP-7405 remained inactive until an image of a wildfire was displayed. SCP-7405 twitched, paused, then moved upwards on the wall. The anomaly did not approach the fire but instead rested on the grassy plains of the picture. Notes: This was the first recorded deviation in regards to primary behavior. Tests with similar parameters had yielded inconclusive results. Date: 04/29/2013 Description: After embellishing his plate with foodstuffs from Site-18's annual potluck, Dr. Heedler was about to consume it when he observed his helping of grilled steak discreetly twitching. Dr. Heedler panicked and moved to rise from his seat when SCP-7405 suddenly lunged at him. Attending personnel present managed to forcibly remove SCP-7405 from deep inside his oral cavity, saving him from certain asphyxiation. As indicated by the discovery of trails of myoglobin inside the vents leading from SCP-7405's cell to the kitchen and another raw steak inexplicably placed in the trash, it was confirmed that the object had a higher degree of sentience than initially calculated. Notes: Attempts to communicate with SCP-7405 resulted in failure; all efforts to interview it have resulted in the entity seeking to attack2 or enter the interviewer's oral cavity. Date: 04/29/2013 Description: As SCP-7405 was being relocated to a more isolated temporary holding cell due to the previous incident, the entity managed to escape the custody of the guard transporting it. The entity accomplished this by spraying copious amounts of its fluid directly into her eyeballs, distracting her long enough to quickly enter the trash room and inside the incinerator chute. Foundation personnel were alerted to the situation and performed an emergency shutdown on the device. SCP-7405 was found completely incinerated. However, within a full span of twelve hours it slowly reformed back into its original state. Following its reformation, SCP-7405 was contained in a more secure cell and the guard was reprimanded for minor negligence. Notes: Security footage showed SCP-7405 frequently banging itself against the walls of its cells. Tests beyond this point would cause a sharp change in SCP-7405's behavior, seeking nearby subjects to involuntarily consume it. Dr. Heedler put any testing involving SCP-7405 on hold indefinitely until new amendments to its special containment procedures were made. Date: 05/14/2013 Description: (See Addendum-02) Notes: (See Addendum-02) Addendum-02: On 05/14/2013 Site-18 suffered a moderate containment breach that resulted in a handful of anomalies being freed. All anomalies were recontained with the exception of SCP-7405. After the lockdown was lifted, a Foundation maintenance worker notified Foundation security of what occurred when he sought refuge on the roof. While looking for a place to hide, he witnessed SCP-7405 climbing Site-18's radio communication equipment, resting inside a parabolic dish. As it was being cooked by the heat radiating off the aluminum foil, its scent caught the attention of multiple crows. The crows then proceeded to consume SCP-7405 in its entirety. The crows were later tranquilized and had their digestive systems examined, but no trace of the anomaly remained. Addendum-03: Just before SCP-7405 was declared neutralized, a farmer living on the outskirts of West Yellowstone had made a report to local authorities. The report concerned an anomaly that he had found on his ranch that identically matched SCP-7405's description. Field agents were deployed and reviewed the farm's security footage. ▶ ACCESS SCiPNET:/7405/7405-A/Montana ◀ ▷ CLOSE FILE ◁ Date: 05/14/2013 [BEGIN LOG] [A herd of cows graze or rest in an open field. One cow is wearing a blue collar and is also grazing the grass when a section of its loins bleeds. The cow doesn't respond as a section of flesh detaches from their body, falling to the ground. The cow's wound bleeds profusely when it rapidly regenerates, leaving a T-Bone shaped scar. The cow ambles away.] [SCP-7405 twitches and violently contracts before it stands on its ridges, performing a complete rotation of its body around the field. After a moment, SCP-7405 'hops' excitedly and flips itself sporadically on the grass and scrunching up some dandelions in the middle of its body.] [SCP-7405 then flops itself in a puddle of mud, splashing around vigorously until it spots several cows nearby. The entity jumps from the puddle, rolling and flipping itself in place in full view of the cows. The cows glance at SCP-7405, then resume consuming weeds and dandelions. SCP-7405 attempts to gain the cows' attention again when the sound of a bell is heard in the distance.] [The cows begin to line up at a trough feeder as the farmer pours the feed into the bin. As the cows consume it, the farmer leaves. SCP-7405 traverses and squeezes past the herd and throws itself into the feed. The entity circles around and dives into the feed several times. Due to the stickiness of the mud, it is now covered in bovine feed. It continues this action until it notices a cow with a blue collar at the far end of it.] [SCP-7405's posture stiffens, then it frantically makes its way to the designated cow, bumping into the side of the trough and other cows in the process. SCP-7405 prods the blue-collared cow's snout, gaining their attention. SCP-7405 stands up straight and wiggles in front of the cow, causing the latter to tilt their head. The entity then presses itself against the snout in a manner in resemblance to hugging.] [The cow then sniffs the top of SCP-7405 which is covered in bovine feed and takes a bite. SCP-7405 falls back and twitches uncontrollably. The entity uses one of its edges to feel the top of its head — a huge chunk of its mass is missing. SCP-7405 begins to tremble tremendously as it turns to the cow, who is staring at it and is licking their lips.] [SCP-7405 scrambles to leave the trough but is caught in the bovine's jaws. The entity, now exhibiting signs of panic, tries to escape by squirming around to no avail. The cow chews voraciously until SCP-7405 is consumed.] [After licking their lips, the cow continues to consume from the trough.] [END LOG] During the operation, the Foundation recovered SCP-7405-A, a female cow that shares many genetic matches with SCP-7405. It was discovered that both of the entities were interconnected with each other: Although SCP-7405 is capable of extreme regeneration, it can be terminated if fully consumed by a living being. In the event that occurs, a portion of SCP-7405-A's flesh will detach and become the new incarnation of SCP-7405. The process does not bring permanent harm to SCP-7405-A besides tissue scarring. SCP-7405 was found underneath SCP-7405-A, shivering and scrunching itself into a ball as it was coated in wet herbaceous material.3 SCP-7405-A was transferred to Site-18 alongside SCP-7405. SCP-7405 has since disengaged in seeking sources of heat or breaching its cell. SCP-7405 has also expressed disinterest in being reintroduced to SCP-7405-A. Footnotes 1. Intramuscular fat. 2. SCP-7405's method of attack involves slapping the widest surface of itself against a subject. Subjects typically have their clothing stained with juices but is otherwise left unharmed. 3. It should be noted SCP-7405's secondary property does not work in conjunction with SCP-7405-A, however it has shown to be immune to dissolvement in these conditions.
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Please login to your SCiP.NET account to access the SCP-7406 article. SCiPNET LOGIN name affiliation 41cca24f5ed07a3a3c36d669cf6862fe_1734915803 Login Login Logout Please Wait Scan Of Your Identity Ongoing Activation Of Memetic Kill Agent 7406-RED-99 Welcome Back, Dr John Holland You Can Now Access The Files Listed Below Item#: 7406 Level3 Secondary Class: exsequi Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo object type: Azathoth current status: contained {$class-category-3} {$class-text-3} {$class-category-4} {$class-text-4} Assigned Site Site-88 Site Director Dr Phillip Foster Research Head Dr John Holland Assigned MTF Mu-13 Assigned Site Site-88 Site Director Dr Phillip Foster Research Head Dr John Holland Assigned MTF Mu-13 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7406 is to be kept in a 3 X 3 X 3 m airtight steel chamber, in Site-88. A Faraday cage is to be installed against the inside walls of the containment chamber. The use of a Faraday cage has proven ineffective against the entity's electromagnetic waves (See Addendum 7406.2). An infrared CCTV system must be operational in SCP-7406's cell. A toilet stall is to be installed in the chamber. The room is to be equipped with a double-door airlock system. Every 6 months, a member of D-Class personnel must be inserted into the room, since SCP-7406 doesn't consider animals' sanity as a source of food. The member of D-Class personnel is to be fed by an automatic food distribution system, and once the entity becomes psychologically detached from him, he must be evacuated from the chamber via the double-door airlock system. The member of D-Class personnel should then be terminated via lethal injections. Any other intrusion into the room is strictly forbidden. Description: SCP-7406 is a humanoid entity that is completely black, except for its eyes and teeth, which are white. About 2 meters high, SCP-7406 perpetually produces an unidentified black gas around its body, making its attributes hard to discern. SCP-7406 can be seen under infrared lights or by the naked eye of its victims. SCP-7406 feeds on the fear and mental degradation of a subject through stalking, making them afraid and paranoid, simultaneously destroying their mental state. The anomaly follows the same person throughout multiple stages of said stalking. The entity must have direct visual contact with its next victim to start its stalking process. The stalking is divided into the following stages: Analysis: SCP-7406 determines habits, fears, and remorses it can use against its victim. This process lasts ~7 days, and the entity is currently invisible to the said victim. (At this point, the victim is now known as "SCP-7406-1".) SCP-7406-1 reports feelings of being watched, exponential paranoia, and fear of being followed/obscured. SCP-7406 will appear to his victim, seemingly staring at them from afar. The entity will be getting closer with time. If SCP-7406-1 tries to sleep, they might suffer from sleep paralysis and nocturnal terror. This stage lasts around 21 days. SCP-7406 will telepathically communicate voices to its victim. The words utilized by these voices vary from person to person but are always centered on death, destruction, and torment. This stage lasts until the detachment of the entity from its victim. SCP-7406 will cause small but irreversible damage to its victim's optic nerve through a telepathic process. The lesions created will affect the transfer of information between the victim's eyes and visual cortex, forcing horrific and traumatic hallucinations on the victim. These hallucinations include elements of immeasurable violence and [REDACTED]. This stage lasts for 9 days on average and is the last stage recorded. After this last stage, SCP-7406 will have consumed all the sanity of its victim and will begin searching for new victims. The lesions created by SCP-7406 will not be healed, thus making the victims suffer from hallucinations even after SCP-7406's psychological detachment. SCP-7406-1, for its part, will either be pushed to suicide by the destruction of his mental state or will experience multiple physical/psychological effects such as: Severe headaches, Major tinnitus, Sudden panic attacks, Symptoms of heavy PTSD and advanced dementia, Extreme omnipresent paranoia, Subconscious alteration of the subject's vision of reality, so that SCP-7406-1 may no longer recognize certain people close to him, or, on the contrary, associate complete strangers with relatives or friends. Recovery is impossible. Some victims of SCP-7406 have been identified by the Foundation and have been interviewed by Dr. John Holland, before being administered Class-F and Class-G amnestics, as well as Class-E and Class-C in certain cases, without success. These victims seem to remember their contact with the entity, sometimes noting a tall black figure following them. The reason for the failure of amnestics to remove residual memories of SCP-7406 from SCP-7406-1 is unknown. After 6 months without victims, SCP-7406 will start to emit electromagnetic waves traveling an increasingly exponential distance. The maximum distance that these waves can travel is unknown. Dr. Sylvia Omar theorized that these waves are used by the creature to try to locate signatures of human life. To ensure they don't interfere with Site-88's security systems, a member of D-Class personnel must be sent into SCP-7406's containment chamber every 6 months, via protocol 7406-Delta. _ John Holland's personal. Yeah. That sounds fine.- Hide Journal This is the first time I write a journal. I don't know where to start honestly. I just felt like I needed to write about this, about all of this. Is this really what we are? I know we must ''Secure, Contain and Protect'', but… It's just wrong. That thing. It's wrong. I've seen what it did to those poor souls. Maybe I'm just stressed. I did work a lot recently. Maybe I just need to rest… But if that's what I need, why don't I feel the bravery to do it? I must continue my work. Even if I'm not sure about said work anymore… Can they find my journal? Why would they? They trust me. They trust me… Dr. John Holland John H. Addendum 7406.1 SCP-7406's Recovery Operation: On March 19th, 1989, MTF Iota-10 ''Damn Feds'' noticed a drastic increase in the number of cases of dementia and severe paranoia recorded by the US Department of Health and Human Services in Montgomery County, Tennessee. MTF Eta-10 ''See No Evil'' and MTF Mu-13 ''Ghostbusters'' were dispatched to the county in search of anomalous causes that would explain this increase. After employing various Foundation technologies to search for anomalous activities for three months1, SCP-7406 was located and documented for the first time by MTF Mu-13. SCP-7406 was spotted with the help of infrared goggles. SCP-7406-1 was identified shortly afterward. See Exploration Log: Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: June 17th, 1989, 0154 hours Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Mu-13 - ''Ghostbusters'' Area: Montgomery County, Tennessee, United States of America Team Lead: Cmdr. Alfred Hamlin Team Members: Lt. Cmdr. Ray Kemp, Sgt. Evgeni Petrov, Lance Cpl. Adam Stewart, Op. Renaud Lambert, Op. Karl Johannessen. [BEGIN LOG] Sgt. Petrov: What are we even looking for? We've been in this goddamn town for 3 months! Lance Cpl. Stewart: Not to mention we spent these 3 months trying not to be detected more than anything else. Op. Johannessen: Hey. I have an idea. Go the fuck home. Lt. Cmdr. Kemp: Shut it. All of you. Sgt. Petrov: What? Are you enjoying yourself right now, Commander? Lance Cpl. Stewart: It's not like Tennessee was super appealing… Op. Johannessen: The Holston River is pretty peaceful, though. You got to give them that. Lt. Cmdr. Kemp: I know this isn't your most thrilling operation, but how can you not be happy? It's probably the only time you'll have tranquility in your career. Op. Johannessen: We didn't choose this career to have tranquility, Sir. Sgt. Petrov: He's got a point. Lance Cpl. Stewart: Hey, Hamlin! Anything good out there? Team Leader Hamlin: Not for now. Op. Johannessen: What did you expect, Stewart? 0157 hours Sgt. Petrov: Douce France, cher pays de mon enfance… Op. Johannessen: What's that, now? Sgt. Petrov: An old French song. My mother used to sing it to me. Op. Lambert: That's Charles Trenet, right? Sgt. Petrov: Yes, it's him. I forgot you were French for a second. Op. Lambert: How does your mother know Trenet? Sgt. Petrov: She met him in a restaurant in Paris, back in '72. Lance Cpl. Stewart: Have we tried the infrared goggles? Team Leader Hamlin: And how about the infrared goggles, Lambert? Are they any good? Lance Cpl. Stewart: Oh, come on, Hamlin. Don't say it like it was your idea. Op. Lambert: Hold on a second… Operative Lambert starts walking around the park, looking all around him. Op. Lambert: Oh, what the hell. Use them goggles, fellas. Sgt. Petrov: It looks like… A black ghost? Anyway, it doesn't seem aggressive, for now… SCP-7406 begins to distance itself from the MTF, seemingly following a man of about 30 years of age. The man is seen moving away from the Mobile Task Force. The man doesn't seem to notice the team. Team Leader Hamlin: He looks extremly paranoid. Is it some proximity effect, or can he see that thing, too? Sgt. Petrov: The entity isn't bothered by us. Maybe we should try to take this guy with us. Op. Johannessen: He's not going to follow us that easily. I suggest we tranq him. Put him in an artificial coma. Lt. Cmdr. Kemp: Good idea. For once. Let's knock him out. Op. Johannessen: Go to hell. [END LOG] MTF Mu-13 tranquilized SCP-7406-1 and making sure that SCP-7406 was still following its victim, safely transported SCP-7406-1, and thus SCP-7406, in its containment chamber. After waking up, SCP-7406-1 traversed the final stages of SCP-7406's stalking, and suffered from symptoms induced by SCP-7406. After making sure that SCP-7406 was no longer psychologically attached to its victim, SCP-7406-1 was evacuated from the cell. With no direct visual contact with another living person, SCP-7406 was trapped and secured in its chamber. The victim was administered Class-F amnestics and interviewed by Dr. John Holland. SCP-7406-1 was then released back into the public while being closely monitored by Mobile Task Force Eta-10. MTF Eta-10 quickly observed that the amnestics had no effect on the victim, and witnessed the subsequent suicide of said victim. Addendum 7406.2 Incident 7406-A-1: At 0300 hours on the morning of December 22, 1989, SCP-7406 started to emit electromagnetic waves with an exponential radius of effect. These waves quickly disrupted the chamber's security system, then the entire site's. At 0330 hours, the site experienced multiple containment failures, and Site Director Dr. Phillip Foster ordered the following LRC request: 88/A/MAGENTA-AMBER. Automated Response Initiative AR-5 was deployed at 0342 hours, moments before MTF Eta-10, MTF Mu-13, and MTF Epsilon-11 were dispatched to Site-88. At 0402 hours, all of the Mobile Task Forces had entered the facility. At 0504, all anomalies were recontained, including SCP-7406. SCP-7406 had left its containment chamber and was pacing the corridors of Site-88, before coming across Dr. Fleming. After detection by MTF Mu-13 of SCP-7406's psychological attachment to the researcher, SCP-7406 was able to be recontained the same way it was first contained, with the unfortunate loss of Dr. Fleming, who was afterward terminated to avoid unnecessary suffering. _ John Holland's personal: Albert Fleming- Hide Journal Albert. Albert Fleming. That's the name their unconsciousness killed. Albert, my friend, I'm so sorry. I could have prevented this. I should have prevented this. I still can't believe you're gone. Just yesterday you were so full of life. ''The unfortunate loss of Dr. Fleming.'' They act like they had nothing to do with his death. They lie to themselves until they believe their own frauds. They act like that thing is the one causing suffering, yet they are blind at how many people they push into its claws for the sake of science. They caused all of this. They think they can control the universe. But when they try to control it, to hold it back, or when they try to get ahead of it, they start to run. And suddenly, they're out of breath. And we're the ones suffering from it. Albert. You're the one suffering from it. Maybe the United Nations were right. I think Bettencourt still works there. Should I? Could I? And even if I did, would he be still there? Would he help? Either my decision will save us all, or it will be a mistake that could not have been more catastrophic. To Fleming, my friend, John. After the incident, Dr. Sylvia Omar and Senior Researcher Dr. John Holland theorized that the electromagnetic waves emitted by SCP-7406 were used by the entity in order to better locate signatures of human life. The use of a Faraday cage to stop these waves has been commissioned by Dr. Holland. The use of a Faraday cage proved to be ineffective and was removed from the containment procedures after a second breach, 6 months after the first one. Since SCP-7406 was now closely monitored, a site-wide containment breach was avoided, the electromagnetic waves having only deactivated the room's cameras before the decision was made to provide a member of D-Class personnel to the entity. Given this situation, Dr. Omar decided to introduce "Protocol 7406-Delta", which consists of introducing a member of D-Class personnel into SCP-7406's chamber every 6 months. A request has been made to build an outpost subordinate to Site-88, which would facilitate the monitoring and containment of SCP-7406. The request is still pending. _ Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message!Encrypted Conversation With: Assistant Director of Security, Site-88 You Have Been Granted With Security Clearance Level 4 To: Senior Researcher John Holland, ten.pics|dnallohJ#ten.pics|dnallohJ From: Asst. Dir. of Security Carlos Gonzales, ten.pics|selaznogC#ten.pics|selaznogC Subject: New Security Measures Surrounding SCP-7406. Greetings, Dr. Holland, You may have noticed the addition of a mandatory connection to SCiP.NET and the use of a memetic kill agent to access the full SCP-7406 article. The decision to implement this was prompted by a recent investigation by Site-88's security department. Following incident 7406-A-1 and its aftermath, the investigators and myself discovered something troubling, to say the least. I've granted you the necessary clearance level in order to gain access to the results of the investigation, so you must remember that the following pieces of information are classified. In short, we believe that the containment breach was not directly related to SCP-7406. After reviewing the security footage of the containment breach, we noticed some sort of small metal device on SCP-7406's back. After consultation with your friend and colleague, Dr. Sylvia Omar, we believe that this device is foreign to SCP-7406 and that it may have originated from a Group of Interest external to our organization. We will soon try to send a member of Class-D personnel on a mission to retrieve said device, and perhaps finally conclude what were the real causes of incident 7406-A-1. For the sake of our investigation, your request to build an outpost subordinate to Site-88 for SCP-7406 will probably be granted in order to access SCP-7406's chamber and to better monitor the entity in the future. In the meantime, any experiment or operation involving SCP-7406 must not take place without my agreement. If I ever need you, I'll be in touch. Best regards, Asst. Dir. of Security Carlos Gonzales _ John Holland's personal: Gonzales' email- Hide Journal Omar. My ''friend''. What a disgusting thought. ''They're just Class-Ds''. That's what she kept saying as we sent those poor people into the devil's pit. It never occurred to her that they are fucking people?? There's another thing that psycho used to say about them. ''Crack your whip and strike your beast. Make the Class-Ds walk or die, but in the name of God, make sure you're ahead of science. All the stragglers who croak will go to the collective grave.'' If we weren't absolved of the law, many of us here would be languishing in prison. At least they'll build the outpost I asked for. Maybe my plan will work after all… I'm drowning a hundred times over in a pool of science and absurdity. Go to hell, Omar. Addendum 7406.3 Interview with SCP-7406's victims: Interview 7406-Bravo-1 Interview 7406-Bravo-2 Interview 7406-Bravo-3 Dr. John Holland's Personal Files Interviewed: Mr. Scott Laurier. Interviewer: Dr. John Holland. Foreword: Dr. Holland impersonated an agent of the United States Department of Health and Human Services in order to obtain information about SCP-7406. <Begin Log, 09h35, November 23, 1989.> Dr. John Holland: Good morning, sir. I'm… Dr. Ricky… Fontaine, from the United States Department of Health and Human Services. How are you today? Scott Laurier: Hello… Mr. Laurier looks over his shoulder before responding. Scott Laurier: I'm good. I think. How about you, Doc. Fontaine? Dr. Holland: I'm fine, thank you. For the record, could you please declare your identity? Scott Laurier: This is being recorded? Dr. Holland: Only to be able to manage your file better. Mr. Laurier seems hesitant to respond. Dr. Holland: Don't worry. You're safe here. Scott Laurier: My name is Scott Laurier, but I was called Scotty in high school. I'm 67 and am a retired firefighter. I'm also married. Do you need more? Dr. Holland consults her papers. Mr. Laurier's wife officially died seven years ago. Dr. Holland: Could you tell me more about your wife? Her name was… is Doriane, am I right? Scott Laurier: Yes, that's her name. She's one year older than me. We met in high school. I don't know why I got so lucky, but she was my first relationship, and even after 50 years, I still love her as I did from the start. We actually planned on going to the movies when you'll leave. Dr. Holland: And where is she, now? Scott Laurier: In our room I suppose. She likes to dress up before going to the movies. I like it. Dr. Holland: Was she involved in any… incident seven years ago? In April, I think. Scott Laurier: Well, she had a car crash if I remember correctly. But nothing serious, just a couple of bruises. She spent a day and a half in the hospital before coming home. I decided to play a trick on her that day. Before I went to pick her up from the hospital, I decorated our whole house like it was Christmas. I put up a Christmas tree in the living room and decorated it all over, I put garlands everywhere, I put lights on the balcony… The idea was to make her think she had spent the whole year in the hospital! Dr. Holland: And how did she react? Scott Laurier: Obviously there wasn't much snow left, so she knew it was just a joke. But she loves Christmas, so she was really happy. It was fun for me to do it, and she was happy to see me making her a cup of hot chocolate. Dr. Holland: You really love her, it seems. Scott Laurier: More than you can imagine. Mr. Scott Laurier's wife has been declared officially dead shortly after her arrival at Clarksville Regional Medical Center, following her accident. It seems that Mr. Laurier's memories were later falsified, perhaps by SCP-7406 and its effects. Dr. Holland: So, let's continue our conversation. I was assigned to you because you reported feeling… observed? Can you tell me more about it? Scott Laurier: Well… Mr. Laurier stands up and backs against the wall, seemingly frightened. Scott Laurier: WHO ARE YOU? WHY DID YOU BRING THAT THING HERE? Dr. Holland: Mr. Laurier, calm down. There is nothing in the room with us. You're safe. Scott Laurier: No. NO! It's here. It's looking at me. WHY IS IT ALWAYS FOLLOWING ME? Dr. Holland stands up, approaching Mr. Laurier. He closes his eyes and lies on the floor in the fetal position. Scott Laurier: Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop… Mr. Laurier starts having seizures. He is escorted out of the room by two medical attendants. <End Log, 14h41> Closing Statement: Mr. Scott Laurier has been administered Class-F, Class-E and Class-G amnestics. These do not appear to have any effect. Interviewed: Mrs. Judy Roberts Interviewer: Dr. John Holland. Foreword: Dr. Holland impersonated an agent of the United States Department of Health and Human Services in order to obtain information about SCP-7406. <Begin Log, 17h56, November 24, 1989.> Dr. John Holland: Good afternoon. I'm Dr. Ricky… Fontaine, from the United States Department of Health and Human Services. How are you this evening? Judy Roberts: … Dr. Holland: Is there something wrong? Judy Roberts: Unintelligible Dr. Holland: Could you repeat, ma'am? Judy Roberts: Are you… with that thing? Dr. Holland: What ''thing''? Don't worry, I'm here to help yo… Mrs. Judy Roberts lets out a raucous laugh. Judy Roberts: It's there for me. I know it! I know it since the beginning! Mrs. Roberts stared at Dr. Holland, before smiling at him. Dr. Holland: Mrs. Roberts, are you all right? Mrs. Roberts doesn't respond. Subject is seen jumping on Dr. Holland in an attempt to strangle him. Two medical assistants storm into the room and restrain Mrs Roberts. She is removed from the room. Dr. Holland: *Cough* …What has this thing done to her? <End Log, 18h02> Closing Statement: Mrs. Judy Roberts has been administered Class-E and Class-G amnestics. These do not appear to have any effect. Interviewed: Mr. Andrew Lance Interviewer: Dr. John Holland Foreword: Dr. Holland impersonated an agent of the United States Department of Health and Human Services in order to obtain information about SCP-7406. <Begin Log, 13h24, November 25, 1989.> Dr. John Holland: Hello, sir. I'm Dr. Ricky Fontaine, from the United States Department of Health and Human Services. How are you doing? Andrew Lance: I'm fine, thanks for asking. Dr. Holland: Would you mind declaring your identity? For the record, that is. Andrew Lance: Why? Are you saying that because you actually care about my identity, about who I am, about what I've been through? Or do you ask just to get your paycheck after this interview? Dr. Holland: I ask so we can organize your files better, which will make it easier for us to understand what you lived. Andrew Lance: Andrew Lance. 26. Are you with that thing? Dr. Holland: What thing, Andrew? Andrew Lance: That black thing. It was always following me… Dr. Holland: Could you extrapolate a bit more, please? Andrew Lance: He was everywhere. He was everything. He was… Mr. Lance suddenly stops talking. His pupils seem to dilate. Dr. Holland: Mr. Lance? Mr. Lance! Andrew! Dr. Holland starts snapping his fingers. Mr. Lance isn't responsive. Dr. Holland: Andrew! I'm here with you, you're safe. Mr. Lance starts screaming and stands up. He stops screaming and starts to back up. Dr. Holland: Are you okay Andrew? Mr. Lance's pupils return to their normal condition. Mr. Lance looks at Dr. Holland, seemingly confused. Andrew Lance: What happened? I was just sitting on that chair… Dr. Holland: You have had… an absence… Does this happen often to you? Andrew Lance: I… I don't kn… Mr. Lance faints. He is taken out of the room by two nurses. Dr. Holland: We need to get a way to help those people to forget about that thing… <End Log, 13h32> Closing Statement: Mr. Andrew Lance has been administered Class-F, Class-C and Class-G amnestics. These do not appear to have any effect. You have identified yourself as: Holland, John. You may now have access to the following files: I cried after these interviews. A lot. To think that this thing is still alive makes me sick. I'm not part of the SCP Foundation anymore. I'm still getting paid by them, for now, but… It's not the same. I smile in spite of myself, the disguise of joy that I wear to hide the shame I feel for my work makes me think of a poor clown suffering from weariness. My superiors play the divas, the tenors of stupidity. My mouth wouldn't dare tell them all my secrets, my painful tragedy. Because the cause of all my torments, this organization, is too powerful. We warm her up with kisses and pull her pillows up. But one day she will die. She will die, just like the horrors she refuses to eliminate. They are to preoccupied with wether they can and never stopped to consider wether they should. And yet, there are so many tears and distress in it, that it will never, ever, ever really leave us. Fleming. You were to most loyal to this Foundation. So please forgive me for what I will do. But I must do it. To stop this thing, and help these people. I've made my decision. I will flee, leaving my past behind, without remorse. The GOC is my only option, I must contact them. Former Senior Researcher John Holland ID aae1855bf0f5a1b1953606e2ba99ad81_1734915803 PASSWORD 66dc62623dda6f58a62cb996aa55f071_1734915803 Login! Footnotes 1. Such as the use of a Scranton Reality Anchor, which had no effect whatsoever.
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⏲ ~20 minute read Item#: 7407 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo SCP-7407-1 instances on SCP-7407 with the Golden Gate Bridge in the background. Special Containment Procedures: The following procedures are no longer considered applicable or effective to the referenced anomaly. On 10/24/2022, SCP-7407 was neutralized by SCP-7407-2-15A with no aid or authorization from the Decommissioning Department. Any attempts to recover SCP-7407 have been unsuccessful. No communication with previous SCP-7407-15-B subjects1, specifically SCP-7407-15B, should be conducted. Due to SCP-7407's immobile nature, a small security (Σ-01) and research outpost (Σ-02) were constructed <1km from SCP-7407. Due to its effects, SCP-7407 was not to be contained and was able to be approached and interacted with by the public. Direct interaction with SCP-7407 was permitted only for the purpose approved by on-duty administration; personal use for gain was never authorized. The area was to be monitored by security staff, and any authorized individual who engaged in research and/or interaction with SCP-7407 was fitted with a remote-controlled transmitting device that could be activated from Outpost Σ-01. MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") was provided Clearance Level 2/7407 for the purpose of successfully retrieving and terminating any SCP-7407-2 subjects. Description: SCP-7407 was a rusted metal fence located in the Battery Spencer overlook in Sausalito, California. It exhibited no visual anomalous properties and showed signs of oxidation and decay. Furthermore, previous attempts at damaging or cutting the links of SCP-7407 proved successful. Attempts to relocate or damage SCP-7407 caused extreme guilt and anxiety in affected subjects, followed by death, as shown by neurological activity in the prefrontal cortex with the addition of takotsubo cardiomyopathy ("Broken Heart Syndrome") found through autopsy. On it, several padlocks (designated as SCP-7407-1 instances) were attached to its metal links. Once a padlock, then designated SCP-7407-1, would attach itself to one of the links, it would become insusceptible to damage. When an individual placed an ordinary padlock onto one of SCP-7407's links, with their and another individual's initials carved into the side, a series of events would transpire that depended on the relationship between the two people (designated as SCP-7407-2-XA and SCP-7407-2-XB). If the two individuals both expressed feelings of affection towards each other, there would be no rupture to the relationship. In the event a person (-B) did not possess genuine affection for the other individual (-A), the SCP-7407-2-B subject would've slowly begun to fall in love with the SCP-7407-2-A instance, eventually leading to psychopathic behavior. SCP-7407-2-B would also exhibit anomalous behaviors (in certain circumstances), such as inhuman speeds, reflexes, strength, and flight. Removing the link(s) that SCP-7407-1 was attached to did not remove SCP-7407's abilities on the SCP-7407-2 subjects, thus, the only way to reverse its abilities would be to find the key and unlock SCP-7407-1. Attempts to pick the lock or use other conventional methods also proved unsuccessful. SCP-7407 Addendums Listed below are logs, audio recording transcripts, and other information pertaining to SCP-7407 that do not fit above. Experiment Logs Retract Experiment Logs Experiment Logs Purpose: Determine the extent and purpose of SCP-7407. All experiments were conducted with subjects of mixed backgrounds, which included but were not limited to age, ethnicity, and previous sexual history. Listed below are only starred experiments for future research and/or investigations due to brevity: Experiment 1 Subjects: John Karoke (21) and Brooke Lovrin (20). Both individuals did not have any previous romantic partners. Result: John (-1A) and Brooke (-1B) approached SCP-7407 on September 10th, ████ and carved out their initials on a padlock. They then attached the padlock to SCP-7407 and threw the key into the bay. It is worth noting that post to their placing of the lock, their relationship had been in a lively state. John and Brooke married a few days later after attaching their padlock to SCP-7407. Experiment 4 Subjects: Martina Vanderbill (19) and Caleb Stine (19). Both individuals had previous romantic relationships Result: On January 2nd, ████, Martina Vanderbill (-1A) drove to the Battery Spencer Outlook and engraved both her and Caleb Stine's (-2B) initials into a padlock. She then attached the padlock to SCP-7407 and threw the key into the bay. She then drove home and received multiple calls and text messages from Caleb for opportunities to talk and possibly have a relationship. Undoubtedly accepting, Martina and Caleb began dating until the night of January 4th, when Caleb was arrested for sneaking into Martina's girls-only dorm room and sleeping next to her, causing a major disturbance through bashing and screaming. Caleb Stine was later shot and killed by local officers after breaking through his jail cell walls and severely injuring two (2) stationed police guards. Experiment 7 — [Unauthorized] Subjects: Sameh Elsidi (34). No previous sexual history. The second subject is unknown at this time. Result: On February 14th, ████, Junior Researcher Sameh Elsidi was found frantically sobbing and shaking in a janitorial closet in Outpost Σ-01. Once calmed down, they were questioned and put into quarantine for further analysis. During further investigation, they admitted to using SCP-7407, but a few hours after placing the lock on SCP-7407 they received no phone calls or messages from their supposed subject (which he did not give any detail about). After the investigation was concluded after a period of three (3) days, it was theorized that if an SCP-7407-A subject does not have a true sense of affection towards a subject, the SCP-7407-B subject will not reciprocate the same emotions. Due to this, Elsidi could not deal with the fact he didn't truly love the individual, and emotionally broke down. Experiment 15 — [Incident 7407-A] Subjects: Researcher Alex Mavery (25) and Eleanor Cameron (22). Alex Mavery did not have any previous romantic relationship(s), besides Ms. Cameron. Eleanor Cameron was involved in several relationships. Result: Researcher Mavery (-A) requested authorization to use SCP-7407 to see the effects it would have on former partners. Approved by the Ethics Committee and Head Researcher Dr. Jackal in November ████, ████, Researcher Mavery carved his and Eleanor Cameron's (-B) initials on a padlock and attached it to SCP-7407. Immediately a few hours later, Researcher Mavery began receiving messages and phone calls from Eleanor Cameron (-B), filled with apologies and signs of affection. A few days later, the experiment ended with the death of Researcher Alex Mavery and the neutralization of SCP-7407. More information pertaining to Experiment 15 is located in unclassified Incident 7407-A. Attached Note: _ + First Interaction- Hide Log Summary: On November ████, ████, Researcher Alex Mavery attached SCP-7407-1 to SCP-7407 with his and Eleanor Cameron's initials. A few hours later, Eleanor calls Alex and arranges a time to meet at his apartment. Below is the audio transcript pertaining to their first interaction since SCP-7407: <Begin Log> Faint footsteps can be heard in the background as the sound of a door quickly opens and bangs shut. A slight feminine giggle follows. SCP-7407-2-15B: Oh my god, it's been so long! How are you? SCP-7407-2-15A: I'm doing great. It's so good to see you. The microphone scratches for a short period of time, indicating physical contact. SCP-7407-2-15B: I… don't know what to say. All I know is… I'm sorry… sorry for everything. (Sobs) I didn't mean to forget you. That was the worst th- SCP-7407-2-15A: Shh, it's ok, that's in the past. Here, come sit. Let's talk for a bit. Material scratches against the microphone as quiet sobbing follows. SCP-7407-2-15B: I don't know what's happening. I have never felt this feeling before… ever. What has gotten into me? SCP-7407-2-15A: Do you remember the time we met? SCP-7407-2-15B: (Sigh) Of course. It's almost like it was yesterday. SCP-7407-2-15A: The beaches of Lake Tahoe. I was with my friends, and you were with yours, and once I saw the sparkle in your eyes… I knew you were the one. (Pauses) I forget… it was who that left us there? SCP-7407-2-15B: (Moans) Ugh, that stupid taxi. We told them to wait a few minutes, but they drove off without us because we didn't leave any tip. At least our hotel was a mile away, and we could walk there. (Chuckles) Too bad the rest of our group was unathletic and could barely walk five steps. SCP-7407-2-15A: Remember how Simon was breathing? We almost called the ambulance because we were afraid he was going to collapse. Both instances laugh as a period of silence follows. The only audible noise was the heartbeat of SCP-7407-15A. SCP-7407-2-15A: You asked me to take pictures of you walking along the beach. You knew you were stunning and didn't take a second to stop. I can remember your smile and the way the sun reflected along your strawberry-blonde hair… I thought we were something then. (Pauses) I just don't know what I did wrong. SCP-7407-2-15B: (Abrupt) No! You didn't do anything wrong… it was all me. Y- A knock on the door echoes throughout the room. Someone shuffles and begins to walk towards the noise. A door opens and the sound of radio static can be slightly heard. Agent Bennet: Hey, Alex… I see you have company. SCP-7407-2-15B: (Cold) Who are you? Agent Bennet: Officer Bennet of California Highway Patrol. I just wanted to stop by and see how my friend is doing… in private, if we may. SCP-7407-2-15B: … go ahead. The door shuts as the droning noise of a faulty light can be faintly heard in the background. Agent Bennet: (Barely audible) She's most likely trying to listen right now so I would suggest keeping your voice down. SCP-7407-2-15A: Is there a problem? Agent Bennet: Dr. Jackal is requesting the experiment to close. I'd suggest getting the key and unlocking your padlock… now. SCP-7407-2-15A: I… I can't do that, Bennet. I've finally got my wish. Agent Bennet: Alex, you are playing with fire here. We won't be able to stop this if it gets too far. (Stern) You know what happened in Experiment 4. SCP-7407-2-15A: You have no idea how much I've prayed for this. Is it just by coincidence I was placed into this project? This has to mean something, no, this is something. I know it. Agent Bennet begins to say something but the door beside them abruptly opens. SCP-7407-2-15B: You love birds done yet? Agent Bennet: (To Alex) Just… make the right choices. (Pauses) I'll see you tomorrow, same time, ready to go. SCP-7407-2-15A: Alright, until then… Heavy footsteps walk away from the microphone as the ding of an elevator is faintly heard. The door shuts and someone sighs sharply. SCP-7407-2-15B: What was that about? SCP-7407-2-15A: Nothing. Are you hungry? SCP-7407-2-15B: (Giggles) Starving. <End Log> Interview Log 7407-2-15A Retract Interview Log Interview Log 7407-2-A Date: November ██, ████ Interviewee: Researcher Alex Mavery Interviewer: Dr. Jackal Notes: SCP-7407-2-15A, Researcher Alex Mavery, was brought in for questioning due to frantic phone calls for help to SCP-7407 security. They have been recovered an hour prior to the interview and have been cleared for questioning by an on-site psychologist. Further investigations are to be initiated immediately. <Begin Log> Dr. Jackal: Please identify yourself. SCP-7407-2-15A: (Incoherent muttering) I… love her. Dr. Jackal: Sir? Do you know who you are? Your name? SCP-7407-2-15A: (Looks up at Dr. Jackal) My… my name is Alex Mavery. B-Born on May 16th… 1998. Dr. Jackal: That's good. Just to inform you, if at any point you feel uncomfortable, sick, anxious, or experiencing any other negative emotions, please let me know. (Sighs) We’ll begin light. How are you feeling? SCP-7407-2-15A: I… I don't even know how to describe this. This feeling of emptiness no matter what I do… it just doesn’t go away. Like something is missing deep within my chest. Dr. Jackal: When was the first time you felt that way? SCP-7407-2-15A: I don't remember ever feeling anything different. Dr. Jackal: Do you know why you're here? Why you called us? Did -15B int- SCP-7407-2-15A: Don't call her that. Dr. Jackal: Sorry… did Eleanor interact with you at all? Is there any reason why you would have trouble remembering what happened a few hours ago? SCP-7407-2-15A: (Hesitates) She… (sobbing) It's like I can't… I can't live without her… but she isn't herself. I don't know what that fucking thing is… but it is not her. It's not my Eleanor. Dr. Jackal: I understand Dr. Mavery, but could you tell me what she did? SCP-7407-2-15A: (Stares at his feet) I was stupid. I allowed myself to be fed a lie. Dr. Jackal: I understand you're troubled right now, but you have to be clear with me. We can't help you if you don't talk with me. What happened tonight? SCP-7407-2-15A: (Looks up) She… she was in my room, Doctor. She came in through the window… on the twenty-first floor. She climbed… to the top. (Sobbing) She wouldn't let me go. She didn't stop. She didn't even flinch when I fucking stabbed her in the throat. Oh… god. Please, Simon… I want this to stop. Dr. Jackal: You should've stopped it when I told you to… now you have no idea where you put the key. Silence fills the room for seventeen seconds until Dr. Jackal clears his throat. The door to the interview room opens as Agent Bennet steps inside and closes the door behind him. Dr. Jackal: Is there anything else you'd like to add before concluding this interview? SCP-7407-2-15A: Do you ever look up at the sky and think about how small you are? Dr. Jackal: … No, not really. Why? SCP-7407-2-15A: (Slight chuckle) We're just small… things… specks in a night sky, yet, we have the powerful ability to love. I find it so cruel to let people love you. All you are doing is promising you’ll one day break their hearts when you die. Silence fills the room as the only audible noise is the ticking of a clock. Dr. Jackal: (Sigh) For now, Alex, that key is our number one priority. (Looks behind him) Agent Bennet will escort you back to your residence. SCP-7407-2-15A: W-What? No… No, I… I can't go back there. You can't make me go back there! Please, you have to l- Dr. Jackal: This isn't a housing facility, Alex, I don't have anywhere to put you. We'll have security monitor your apartment, and tomorrow you'll go and unlock your padlock with Bennet. Find the key. SCP-7407-2-15A stands up in a rage state and heads to the door, pulling it open and then exiting swiftly. Dr. Jackal: The kid is distressed, Agent, I don't know what to do to help him. Make sure he gets home safe and stays there. Agent Bennet: Will do, Doctor. <End Log> Incident 7407-A Retract Incident-A Log Incident 7407-A Summary: ~16 hours after Interview Log 7407-B occurred, SCP-7407-2-15A, Alex Mavery, neutralized SCP-7407. Knowing the whereabouts of SCP-7407 as well as its vulnerability, SCP-7407-2-15A stole a nearby CAT© D2 dozer, slammed into SCP-7407, and brought himself down with SCP-7407 into the bay. As confirmed through autopsy, the subject died of "a broken heart" before they were suffocated and encased by debris. The event is transcribed below with a call to Eleanor Cameron (-15B) as well as a call to Agent Bennet2. <Begin Log> At this time, SCP-7407-2-15A contacted through phone call SCP-7407-2-15B as she immediately answered. SCP-7407-2-15B: It's so good to hear from you. Where a- SCP-7407-2-15A: Eleanor, where's the key? SCP-7407-2-15B: What do you mean, honey? SCP-7407-2-15A: I said where is the damn key! SCP-7407-2-15B: That silly old thing? I swallowed it. SCP-7407-2-15A: When? SCP-7407-2-15B: Does it really m- SCP-7407-2-15A: I said fucking when! SCP-7407-2-15B: While you were too busy talking to that man, I found it. I knew the only thing keeping you and me apart was that key. It's official now, sweety, we can be together… forever. Isn't that what you wanted from me? SCP-7407-2-15A: N-No… I- SCP-7407-2-15B: You can’t find anybody like me… I’m the only one that figured you out. Stop trying to hide from me. SCP-7407-2-15A: Eleanor… what has gotten into you? SCP-7407-2-15B: Alex… I need you to tell me where you're going right fucking now. I will eventually find you. You can't just run aw- Call to Eleanor is ended and Alex dials Agent Bennet's phone number. Agent Bennet: California Highway Patrol, this is Officer Bennet. Who am I speaking with? SCP-7407-2-15A: (Heavy breathing and sobbing) Alex… Mavery. Bennet… please, you… you gotta help me. At this time, Agent Bennet dispatches Pi-1 unit to SCP-7407 and to Alex's location. Agent Bennet: Shit. Alex, are you ok? Are you hurt? SCP-7407-2-15A: N-No… I… I don't… (sobbing) I can't stop her. Agent Bennet: You'll be ok; help is on the way. Just sit tight. SCP-7407-2-15A: (Pauses) The whole ride I was thinking… thinking about that day. The day I decided to use that fucking nightmare of a fence. (Pauses) I knew I was not strong enough, not smart enough, not good-looking enough. There are other guys better than me in every way possible. I thought maybe… just maybe… if I use this opportunity things will change. Agent Bennet: And they did Alex, you got your wish. Although it wasn't the outcome you wa- SCP-7407-2-15A: This is not what I wanted… I never asked for this. I never asked for this to happen to her. The day I sat there waiting for my turn like she was some fucking toy. I thought that she loved me, and I developed hope again. She started talking to me, and for once I thought somebody actually gave a shit…. but I know… (Pauses) I know it's all a fucking lie. I can't look her dead in the eye anymore…. there isn't a spark. After… (quiet sobbing) all those years… of having that same repeating cycle of r-rejection, this… this is no better. A period of silence interrupts SCP-7407-2-15A as he starts laughing to himself. SCP-7407-2-15A: It's getting to the point where I'm wondering what it's gonna take for me to find someone. I've gone this long never having feelings for someone, and the first girl that I fall for doesn't truly feel the same way about me. Is it that fucking hard to find someone to love? Agent Bennet: Listen, you'll be alright. Can you tell me you're safe? Where are you going? SCP-7407-2-15A: I'm going to end it. Agent Bennet: Alex, what are you talking about? SCP-7407-2-15A: That stupid fucking fence. That's the thing that's causing all of this shit. I'm going to take that fucker down if it's the last thing I do. I'll take it down with me if I need to. Agent Bennet: Alex, we don't know what will happen if you do that. Don't do something that you'll regret. SCP-7407-2-15A: Shut the fuck up, Bennet! You have no idea what I'm going through. The love of your life chasing you and trying to kill you? You don't know anything! Agent Bennet: Calm down. Stop the car; we can talk. We can help you. SCP-7407-2-15A: (Nervously chuckles) I'm not in no car, Bennet. Remember that dozer by Outpost Σ-01? Agent Bennet: Alex. Please… don't do this. Don't go down like this. SCP-7407-2-15A: Fuck, Bennet, what do you want me to say? Agent Bennet: I don't need you to say anything I just need you to stop fucking driving. You're not thinking straight, and this can easily be resolved. SCP-7407-2-15A: All I wanted was someone to think of me more. Maybe… maybe I just don't know love yet… maybe I don't deserve it. Agent Bennet: You do, and you can still have it. We can work it out and fix this. There is no problem too big for us to fix. All I need you to do is, Stop. Fucking. Driving. SCP-7407-2-15A: It's not fair… It's not fair to her. I got her into this, and I need to get her out. Just tell her I loved her… please. Agent Bennet: Ale- [Call Ended] <End Log> Closing Statement: After Mobile Task Force Pi-1 arrived on the scene and discovered SCP-7407 and SCP-7407-2-15A at the bottom of the bay, Agent Bennet resigned as an agent for personal reasons. Several days after Incident 7407-B, multiple instances of SCP-7407-1 previously attached to SCP-7407 were discovered on shore. During examination, all initials were scrubbed out, and the padlocks were opened despite previously being attached to SCP-7407. Based on this information, SCP-7407 was determined to be neutralized, and its containment level was updated. The staff of Outpost Σ-01 has been transferred to other Foundation projects, but a small team of security personnel stationed at Σ-01 will continue to monitor the crash site and report any findings to Dr. Jackal. SCP-7407-2-15B is not to be interviewed. Unnamed Addendum Retract Addendum Unnamed Addendum Date: December 1st, ████ Interviewee: Dr. Jackal Interviewer: EC-██ Notes: Prior to Incident 7407-B, EC-██ interviews Dr. Jackal for the official close on the SCP-7407 project. Below is an audio transcript of the meeting. <Begin Log> Dr. Jackal: Alright, well, good morn-, ah… I see you've already started getting yourself started. EC-██: Sorry about that, doctor. As you see, I'm in a bit of a rush. Dr. Jackal: No problem; I get that. We all want this to be put behind us. Dr. Jackal hands over a folder containing all the information on SCP-7407. EC-██ goes through them, verifying their contents, then stamping them with the word neutralized on the front cover. EC-██: (Mutters) Shame this piece of shit couldn't be moved to a proper facility. It caused a lot of destruction in more ways than one. Dr. Jackal: Did you know that Ms. Cameron was a civilian? EC-██: (Stops stamping) Pardon? Dr. Jackal: Did you know that Ms. Cameron was a civilian when they authorized Experiment 15? EC-██: Did I have any knowledge that your researcher would lose the key? No, I didn't. Now, please, let me fin- Dr. Jackal: (Slowly raises voice) You bastards only care about hiding this under the rug when it was all because of you! EC-██: (Pauses) Let me remind you that it was your staff that came to us, not the other way around. (Continues stamping) Please, doctor, there is blood on both of our hands, but at least I've made an effort to clean mine. Dr. Jackal: So then, are you blaming me for the outcome of Experiment 15? EC-██: (Raises voice) This isn't an interrogation, and nobody here is facing punishment from the Overseers. I'd like to keep it that way. Dr. Jackal: (Soft) People have died because of this… and you're treating it as if it's some minor inconvenience. (Raises voice) For God's sake, you represent the Ethics Committee! EC-██: If you haven't noticed yet, everyone in this organization knows a little about tragedy and sacrifice. It's part of the job. Maybe you've forgotten that you're not the only one. Dr. Jackal: Do you not know what it means to lose somebody that you love? EC-██: Not everybody is prone to those sentiments, especially those working for the Foundation. (Pauses) Maybe leaving someone for the greater good of humanity can mean love, (Chuckles) but what do I know? No one can accurately define it, (Points to folder stamped Neutralized) but that thing did. EC-██ puts all the documents in the SCP-7407 folder and stands up. He fixes his tie and begins to walk toward the door. Dr. Jackal: (Raises voice) Is that all you have to say? You and your committee just wave around a stamp, and when people get hurt you cower behind the overseers? (Stern) Everybody is right about you. Your people are a joke. EC-██ begins to grasp the door handle, but he releases his grip and looks back at Dr. Jackal. EC-██: We've both made grave mistakes here, and I won't blame you for being upset, but nobody wanted anyone to die. (Paues) My condolences go to your researcher, but I'd suggest stop trying to pin this on someone else and find a way to forgive yourself. (Looks at Dr. Jackal's hands) Enjoy your coffee. EC-██ leaves the room as the door loudly shuts closed. Dr. Jackal lies silent in the room for a long period of time before ending the recording. <End Log> Closing statement: After the meeting, Senior Researcher Simon Jackal has been transferred back to his original facility where he awaits future projects. With the SCP-7407 file closed, no further addendums or edits will take place unless SCP-7407's object class changes. Footnotes 1. The following note has been recovered from SCP-7407's Head Researcher, Dr. Jackal, personal records which were approved as an important reminder for personnel: Just leave them be… they don't need to be reminded of the past. 2. Head of Outpost Σ-01 security
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It fucks me up, thinking about what happens to caterpillars. THUMBNAIL SCP-7408 - Metamorphosis A reimagining of SCP-408. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: SCP-7408 Level3 Containment Class: memet Secondary Class: radix Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7408-A instance shortly after initial containment. Archived Containment Procedures: SCP-7408 is to be held in a standard Class C Foundation aviary. It must be exposed to at least four hours of direct sunlight each day; in the event of overcast weather, sun lamps are to be provided. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7408-A is not to be physically separated from SCP-7408-B under any circumstances. SCP-7408-A's care has been fully entrusted to SCP-7408-B..Memet: Item ensures its own containment. SCP-7408-B has been allowed to continue employment with the Foundation and retain his Level 3 security credentials under the condition that SCP-7408-A remain fully cloaked at all times while within public areas..Radix: Item has been integrated into the Foundation's hierarchy. Outside of this document, SCP-7408-B is to be solely referred to by name (Dr. Kondraki) and is never to be referred to with standard object pronouns (it/its). Description: SCP-7408-A is a large swarm of Lepidoptera graphium agamemnon.Tailed jay butterflies. that was discovered on 10/20/2003 by a group of researchers in an Antarctic ice cave. Though the average annual temperature of Antarctica’s interior is −57°C, it did not appear to be adversely affected by the cold. SCP-7408-A’s primary anomaly is its ability to manipulate light. Initially believed to possess a complex camouflage defense mechanism akin to nonanomalous chameleons, it has since been determined that SCP-7408-A can refract light to such a fine degree that it can generate visual illusions in its immediate vicinity. SCP-7408-A does not need to eat or drink, subsisting entirely off of exposure to light. Any form of light is sufficient for maintaining its survival, with natural sunlight providing the highest quantity of nutrition. SCP-7408-A is solely directed by SCP-7408-B's conscious and subconscious impulses, who has described the process as being analogous to controlling a limb. In the event that SCP-7408-B does not remain within 20m of at least 65% of SCP-7408-A, it has been deemed extremely probable that SCP-7408-B will experience brain death. SCP-7408-B is Dr. ████████ Kondraki. Person of Interest File #267-515 PoI-267-515 Name: Dr. ████████ Kondraki.See Addendum 7408-3. Associated Groups of Interest: GoI-267 ("Are We Cool Yet?") Biography: Born on 01/22/1970 in Lee, Massachusetts to Antoni and Łucja Kondraki. Reportedly had a poor relationship with his immediate family, only remaining in contact with his twin sister, Alicja Kondraki, after reaching adulthood. Excelled academically from an early age, enrolling in Columbia University in 1988 to pursue a PhD in Biological Sciences. Briefly became romantically involved with PoI-267-113 ("Hugo Manray") in 1989, whom he had met through a hobbyist photography group. Was subsequently introduced to GoI-267 and the wider anomalous world, quickly becoming enmeshed in the Backdoor SoHo anart scene. Dropped out of Columbia shortly thereafter. Discreetly experimented on various anomalies in parallel to anart work, utilizing his findings to produce anomalous objects. By 1995, had gained a degree of renown in the global anartist community for his skill in creating anart equipment — primarily cameras & film..His own art was largely nonanomalous, being mostly landscape and wildlife photography. Was sought for arrest by multiple normalcy organizations, but never caught. On 04/17/2001, several months after the birth of his son, Draven Kondraki, he contacted the Foundation through a third party requesting to strike a bargain. Offered the anomalies in his possession, records of his research, and detailed information regarding several high-priority figures in GoI-267 in exchange for amnesty, protection from GoI-267 reprisal, and full-time employment as a Foundation researcher. Terms were accepted under the condition that he did not create new anomalous objects without the permission of the O5 Council. In recognition of prior research, has since received an honorary Foundation PhD in paraphysics..Paraphysics: The science of anomalous matter. Not to be confused with 'pataphysics. Addendum 7408-1: Recovered Data The following files were recovered from Dr. Kondraki's laptop. AUDIO LOG 001 Dr. Saghai finally gave me my first solo assignment today. Took him long enough — I was starting to wonder if the old fossil was ever going to realize what he was wasting on paperwork and coffee runs. I should read up on whatever other butterfly anomalies we have in containment. There can't be that many, right? Location: Containment Chamber 7408 [Dr. Kondraki enters the chamber. His eyes have been redacted from footage..See Addendum 7408-3. Several large butterfly feeders have been set up around the enclosure..It was not yet determined that SCP-7408-A possessed a different diet than nonanomalous butterflies. Sunlight streams through the reinforced skylight. SCP-7408-A instances flit about.] [Dr. Kondraki moves toward a handful of instances resting on a nearby feeder, a digital recorder held to his mouth.] Dr. Kondraki: Let's see… objects appear to be roughly the same in size. Similar color and patterning. Might be swallowtails… not sure about the genus or species. Hasn't camouflaged itself to look like anything, yet. [Dr. Kondraki continues to observe SCP-7408-A instances, taking additional verbal notes on their appearance and behavior. SCP-7408-A begins slowly amassing around him.] Dr. Kondraki: [Muttering.] What are you, SCP-7408? [Dr. Kondraki takes a sudden step back and exclaims in alarm as he suddenly becomes aware that all SCP-7408-A instances in the room have accumulated together into a flying mass roughly 2.4m in diameter. SCP-7408-A manifests the illusion of words across itself, white text on an emerald background.] SCP-7408-A: "WHAT ARE YOU?" Dr. Kondraki: Fuck. Nobody told me it knew language. [As if to repeat itself, SCP-7408-A's message vanishes, then reappears several times.] Dr. Kondraki: Uh— [Muttering.] Shit, am I allowed to talk to anomalies? SCP-7408-A: "WHAT ARE YOU?" Dr. Kondraki: [Muttering.] Fuck it. [Speaking normally.] My name's Dr. Kondraki, I'm a researcher for the SCP Foundation. What are you? SCP-7408-A: "IT DOES NOT KNOW THE WHYFOR BEING" Dr. Kondraki: What do you mean, "it?" SCP-7408-A: "IT IS IT" Dr. Kondraki: Are you "it?" SCP-7408-A: "YES IT IS IT" Dr. Kondraki: …Right. Does "it" have a name? SCP-7408-A: "IT IS CALLED SCP-7408" Dr. Kondraki: I guess you were listening in just now. Do you have your own name? SCP-7408-A: "YES IT DOES HAVE ITS OWN NAME" SCP-7408-A: "IT JUST SAID IT" AUDIO LOG 003 I didn't get much out of my first interrogation. 7408 either doesn't know anything about itself — what it is, where it came from, if there are any more anomalies like it — or it's trying to play dumb. It's pretty open to dialogue, though… should I try and wear it down? Something to consider. Next time I'll see if I can convince it to do that camouflage trick again — something better than text, ideally. Location: Containment Chamber 7408 [Dr. Kondraki enters. Noticing his arrival, SCP-7408-A quickly accumulates together before him.] SCP-7408-A: "HELLO KONDRAKI DOCTOR" Dr. Kondraki: Hey, SCP-7408. How're you feeling today? SCP-7408-A: "IT IS FEELING" Dr. Kondraki: You're feeling…? SCP-7408-A: "YES" Dr. Kondraki: …Alright. SCP-7408, do you know how you create words? SCP-7408-A: "KNOWS HOW TO MAKE THE FAKE SHAPES" SCP-7408-A: "NOT KNOWS WHY TO MAKE THE FAKE SHAPES" Dr. Kondraki: You know how to camouflage yourself but you don't understand the mechanics of it? SCP-7408-A: "YES THAT IS WHAT IT SAID" Dr. Kondraki: Can you use your camouflage to make yourself look like something other than text? SCP-7408-A: "KNOWS HOW" Dr. Kondraki: Can you… hm. Can you make yourself look like me? SCP-7408-A: "OBLIGE" [SCP-7408-A twists and lengthens its illusion (the word "oblige") into a new shape. Its bodies slip into the new illusion or camouflage themselves around it. Within 5 seconds, SCP-7408-A becomes a perfect duplicate of Dr. Kondraki. It mirrors his current expression, a mixture of awe and horror.] [Silence.] Dr. Kondraki: I hate this, actually. Change back. [White text bulges organically out of "Dr. Kondraki's" chest.] SCP-7408-A: "OBLIGE" AUDIO LOG 004 Looks like SCP-7408's camouflage is… frighteningly versatile. Animals, humans, objects — it can look like anything. The practical applications alone! But I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to figure out what makes it tick. I copied the footage from today, I'm gonna take some real detailed notes before I head home. Gotta make sure all that information is on lock before I drink that out of my memory. AUDIO LOG 016 Turns out SCP-7408 feeds on light, so keeping containment costs low should be easy. Could that be how its camouflage works? Is it camouflage at all, or can it use light in other ways? Make sure to investigate. AUDIO LOG 031 It's hard to tell with its ass-backwards syntax, but I think SCP-7408 is insulting me. I'm at least pissing it off, sometimes. It kinda reminds me of myself when I was younger. Ah, nostalgia. AUDIO LOG 054 I feel like I'm going crazy, but I swear to god there were more SCP-7408 instances in the chamber today. It's tricky to count them since they look so alike, but yesterday I was sure there were about 300, and now there's around 350. Can SCP-7408 instances reproduce? I haven't seen any caterpillars or chrysalises since I started this… I'm scanning through the surveillance footage and got nothing so far. They're not dividing like amoebas or growing out of motes of light or appearing out of thin air… They're not doing anything, actually. Whenever I'm not in the room, the footage shows them just flying around aimlessly. If they're reproducing, they're very good at hiding it. Is perception a factor? AUDIO LOG 067 I told 7408 about Draven today — probably against protocol but who gives a shit. I think Draven'd like 7408 a lot. Toddlers like butterflies, don't they? I sure did, I used to be crazy about them. Why’d I ever stop? Location: Containment Chamber 7408 [Dr. Kondraki enters. He is holding a small stack of enlarged photographs under his left arm. A digital camera is slung around his neck.] SCP-7408-A: “HELLO DOCTOR” Dr. Kondraki: [Sighing.] Hey, 7408. Do you remember what we talked about, before? About mimicking the pictures I show you? SCP-7408-A: “YES IT REMEMBERS” Dr. Kondraki: [Deadpan.] Fantastic. Awesome. [SCP-7408 successfully mimics the animals in two photos (a tiger and a seahorse) and Dr. Kondraki photographs both displays from multiple angles.] Dr. Kondraki: [Muttering.] Alright, what’s next… SCP-7408-A: “QUESTION” Dr. Kondraki: …Yeah, 7408? SCP-7408-A: “YOU ARE UPSET WHY?” SCP-7408-A: “WHY UPSET EXPLAIN?” Dr. Kondraki: Wh— I’m not upset. Let’s try to stay on task, okay? SCP-7408-A: “NO YOU ARE UPSET” SCP-7408-A: “KONDRAKI WILL ANSWER QUESTIONS” Dr. Kondraki: [Scoffing.] “Kondraki” will not. That’s not how things work around here, SCP-7408. SCP-7408-A: “DOCTOR NEEDS PHOTOS OF IT” SCP-7408-A: “IT WILL NOT MAKE THE FAKE SHAPES” SCP-7408-A: “NOT UNTIL ANSWERS” SCP-7408-A: “NO QUESTIONS NO PHOTOS” [Dr. Kondraki scrubs his hands over his face.] Dr. Kondraki: [Muttering.] I can’t believe I’m negotiating with— Dr. Kondraki: Fine. Fine! I’m not upset, I’m… annoyed, I guess. Angry. Angrier, now. SCP-7408-A: “KONDRAKI DOCTOR ANGRY PISSED OFF?” SCP-7408-A: “WHYFOR KONDRAKI PISS?” Dr. Kondraki: First of all, never phrase it like that again. Second of all… I've been dealing with issues. In my family. Family issues. SCP-7408-A: “IT UNDERSTANDS” SCP-7408-A: “ANTONI MAKES KONDRAKI PISS” Dr. Kondraki: Alright, I’m pretty sure you’re starting to do that on— wait. How the fuck do you know my father's name? SCP-7408-A: "IT KNOWS NOT HOW IT KNOWS" [Silence. Dr. Kondraki appears simultaneously irritated and intrigued.] Dr. Kondraki: Let’s switch things up, SCP-7408. I’m going to ask you some of my own questions and you’re going to answer as honestly as possible, okay? SCP-7408-A: “IT CONSENTS” [Dr. Kondraki asks SCP-7408-A multiple questions about himself and his field of study. In all provided subjects (for example, the names of Dr. Kondraki's close relatives or the taxonomy of strawberries), SCP-7408-A answers succinctly and accurately. It is unable to explain how it has obtained such information.] Addendum 7408-2: Cognition Reflection Testing Various subjects of differing backgrounds were brought into Containment Chamber 7408 and prompted to ask it questions regarding information that only they would know. In nearly all cases, it was able to provide accurate responses. Test #: 03 Subject: D-8499 Notable Events: Subject was visibly nervous as the test began. Testing was delayed for nearly 20 minutes, as SCP-7408-A was attempting to hide from the subject by amassing in a far corner of the containment chamber's ceiling. The subject, at Dr. Kondraki's prompting, was gradually able to coax SCP-7408-A down. Test #: 19 Subject: D-3976 Notable Events: Subject and SCP-7408-A had an involved discussion regarding dimensional harmonics..D-3976 is a former Prometheus Labs researcher. Afterwards, the subject described SCP-7408-A's conversational abilities as "limited, but unmistakably passionate." Test #: 20 Subject: D-0500 Notable Events: Subject was provided a transcribed list of questions previously given to SCP-7408-A in the prior test. SCP-7408-A did not display knowledge of or interest in the subject of dimensional harmonics. Test #: 34 Subject: D-0410 Notable Events: Subject has a known history of anger management issues, violent outbursts, and a general lack of concern for the well-being of others. Over the course of the test, SCP-7408-A made several graphic and detailed threats on the subject's life, though at no point did it attempt to act on them. Test #: 48 Subject: D-9707 & D-4244 Notable Events: Subjects were instructed to prepare their questions in advance and ask them simultaneously. Each time this occurred, SCP-7408-A attempted to answer both questions simultaneously, often mixing its responses together. Test #: 49 Subject: D-8099 & D-1585 Notable Events: Subjects were instructed to take care not to overlap their questions and to give SCP-7408-A time to respond. SCP-7408-A’s responses were largely accurate, but less so than SCP-7408-A's answers for single subjects. Test #: 55 Subject: D-3266 Notable Events: Subject was injected with a delayed-action sedative immediately before the beginning of the test. SCP-7408-A was initially able to answer questions as normal, but gradually lost coherence as time went on. Test #: 72 Subject: D-6022 Notable Events: Subject was provided a microphone in an adjacent room that was connected to a speaker in Containment Chamber 7408. SCP-7408-A did not answer to or indicate awareness of remote verbal prompts. When the subject was brought into the containment chamber, SCP-7408-A began answering questions as expected. Test #: 74 Subject: D-2183 & D-1260 Notable Events: Subject A (D-2183) was instructed to ask questions remotely, while Subject B (D-1260) was instructed to enter the containment chamber without speaking. SCP-7408-A displayed awareness of and ability to respond to remote verbal prompts, but could not answer questions accurately. AUDIO LOG 108 I’ve figured it out. Though it's capable of language and complicated thought, you can’t call SCP-7408 "intelligent." It doesn't display human-level intellect while alone. It’s easy to confuse when exposed to more than one person at once. In our interactions, it’s acted stubbornly curious and contrary — traits that, I'm forced to admit, I share. In its interactions with others, I've seen analogous changes in its personality. SCP-7408 isn't a hive mind, it's a mirror. It reflects minds. On its own, it's just… blank. An empty brain, networked across hundreds of butterflies and waiting to be filled out. Like it does to rays of light, SCP-7408 bends and refracts all thoughts that pass through it. It's a simplified, abstracted sort of reflection — information without understanding, identity without personhood. All the pieces are there but it doesn’t have the tools to put them together. Between its reflective psychology and its illusions, SCP-7408 is fucking dangerous. Thank god I got to it first. Addendum 7408-3: Incident 7408-01 On 08/04/2004, at 2:15 PM, security cameras stationed in and around Containment Chamber 7408 ceased functioning for 12.5 minutes, shortly before Dr. Kondraki entered the chamber. Site security did not become immediately aware of this fact, as the camera feeds had been set to a 30 minute prerecorded loop. The following log was recovered from the remains of Dr. Kondraki's digital recorder. AUDIO LOG 204 Something's been bugging me about 7408. It's been an itch at the back of my mind since the beginning, before it got me my promotion. This anomaly revolves around perception, right? Light and illusions and reflections. It multiplies when nobody can see it. You look at 7408 and try to interpret it — it looks at you and interprets right back. It's color. It's interpretation. It's art. Somebody made this. I don't think it was recent, either. This is a hunch, but 7408 doesn't feel like something modern anartists would produce. It feels old. Very old. I should see if my new security clearance can get me historical records of anart from— [Silence.] What is…? [Rustling paper. A sharp intake of breath. A sudden gust.] Oh, shit. Oh, shit. [A second voice becomes audible, its source appearing to be near the recorder. The voice sounds as though it is composed of short audio clips of other voices that have been edited together.] ???: Hello, ████████. Don't move or I'll shoot. Dr. Kondraki: Stay back—! Stay the fuck back! ???: Or what? What will you do, record me to death? You don't have your tools anymore. Dr. Kondraki: Want to bet your life on it? ???: You know, I'm rather disappointed. I told them, "he'll never fall for a trick like this, he's not some amateur that couldn't tell a Dalí from a dollhouse. He'll see through it and then we'll lose the element of surprise." ???: But then you read the words and let me in. ???: You've embarrassed me, ████████. After all, everyone knows a student is only as good as his teacher. [Silence.] Dr. Kondraki: Hugo? Hugo Manray? Is that you? Manray: In the flesh. So to speak. Dr. Kondraki: What have you done to yourself? Manray: The question you should be asking is, what will I be doing to you? Dr. Kondraki: Are you going to shoot me? We both know you can do better than that. Manray: You don't deserve my "better." You don't even deserve my "half-assed." Manray: What you deserve is a bullet and to be blotted from memory like the rest of the Foundation's failures. Manray: Now, for old time's sake. Any last words? [Silence.] Dr. Kondraki: I— [Gunshot. Several overloud impact noises as the recorder falls and skitters across the floor.] Manray: Hm. Well, what do you know? [Manray's voice becomes gradually louder as he approaches the recorder. Rhythmic paper-metallic-squelching sounds are audible as he does so, which are presently believed to be his footsteps.] Manray: I can't remember your name already. [Overloud impact.] Dr. Kondraki was found unconscious on the floor of Containment Chamber 7408 in a pool of blood from a gunshot wound in his upper right temple. No SCP-7408-A instances could be found within the chamber, presumed stolen by Manray. Dr. Kondraki's recorder had been smashed and a slip of paper was crumpled in his right hand: Item #: SCP-0000 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-0000 is to reap what he has sown. Description: Are we cool yet, ████████? In the hours immediately following the incident, it was discovered that Dr. Kondraki had also fallen prey to a media-altering, antimemetic anomalous phenomenon. From that point onward, Dr. Kondraki's eyes have been automatically redacted from all visual records of his face. His first name, ████████, is likewise redacted from all visual and audial records. Those who knew Dr. Kondraki’s forename prior to the anomaly or hear it spoken aloud cannot perceive it without use of mnestics. Addendum 7408-4: Incident 7408-02 Dr. Kondraki was rendered comatose by the attempt on his life, his condition stabilizing once the bleeding was staunched by Foundation medics. Initial medical scans determined that the gunshot had damaged his brain to the extent that several vital organs should have stopped functioning — despite this, they were all operating normally. Further scans discovered the existence of a small mass of unknown matter in Dr. Kondraki's brain, near the point where the bullet entered his skull. It was later determined that the unknown mass was composed of 2-3 SCP-7408-A instances. Location: Site-17 Medical Wing, Room 301 [Dr. Kondraki lies in a hospital bed, comatose. His head is bandaged. The only audible sound is the regular beep of his heart monitor.] AUDIO LOG 093 I can't sleep. Haven't been able to for a while, not since I got word that Dad died. Things were pretty touch and go for a while there, but I honestly thought things were getting better. Guess not. I'm not broken up about it. He was a bastard that made my childhood living hell. I don't miss him, it's just— I thought I'd be happier about it, being free of him. But instead I'm… [Silence.] Drunk. I'm feeling drunk about it. Here's to you, you self-obsessed piece of shit. [A single SCP-7408-A instance crawls out from under Dr. Kondraki's left hand. It begins flying about the room.] I've been thinking a lot about butterflies. The idea of them, I mean, not 7408. [Three additional SCP-7408-A instances fly out from under Dr. Kondraki's blanket.] I found a chrysalis on a hike with Dad when I was… fuck, I dunno, seven or eight? I took a sharp rock and carved it open, right there. Its insides slopped out like goo, 'cause that's what happens to caterpillars, they gotta dissolve their bodies into a soup before they can turn into butterflies. I freaked out, of course, cried my little head off. Dad sure was pissed. He'd brought me to teach me how to hunt and here I was, sobbing over a dead bug. [Six SCP-7408-A instances crawl out of Dr. Kondraki's hospital gown, flying to join the other instances.] It fucks me up, thinking about what happens to caterpillars. It's sort of like dying, isn't it? Getting your whole body dissolved, even if it gets reconstituted later. I mean, it's not really a death, all its cells are still alive. It's dying-but-not-dying. [SCP-7408-A instances begin pouring out of every nook and cranny in the room that is out of the security camera's line of sight.] [The air becomes choked with SCP-7408-A instances.] I've never believed in the afterlife, not really. I always knew I'd just… stop, when my time came. I thought it sounded peaceful. But now… they don't let me see a lot at the Foundation, not with my clearance. But I've seen enough to know that there's more out there, after this life. Death isn't an ending, it's a changing. Your body turns into a corpse and your soul or your essence or whatever-the-fuck goes and becomes something else. A changing. Passing on. Dying-but-not-dying. [The fluorescents dim as SCP-7408-A begins drawing all light in the room into its collective wings.] That's what really scares me. That's what's keeping me up every night. When it's my turn to go… [The room is lit only by countless swirling points of emerald light.] …what will I become? 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SCP-7409. Close-up captured by Phoenix. Item #: SCP-7409 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7409 is to remain in its location of discovery. Due to the remoteness of this location, further containment is unnecessary. Description: SCP-7409 is a single white lily (lilium candidum). SCP-7409 bears visual resemblance to domesticated lilium candidum found on Earth; however, the object is located approximately 700 million light years from Earth. This location is notable for being at the approximate center of the Boötes Void1. SCP-7409 was discovered during a routine patrol of its surrounding area by unmanned Foundation drone Phoenix. Once Phoenix encountered SCP-7409, it switched itself to manual control mode and awaited further instructions from ground control. Upon seeing the object, ground control noted a desire to "leave it alone", which they identified as a minor compulsion effect. Despite this, the team instructed Phoenix to attempt to retrieve a sample of SCP-7409. When the drone came within 1 kilometer from SCP-7409, its propulsion jets abruptly lost power. Phoenix's momentum was still able to carry it to the object. However, the drone was unable to collect it or retrieve samples from it; indeed, SCP-7409 appeared to have been "anchored" to its location by an undetectable force. Phoenix's jets returned to normal functionality after photos of the object were taken, and ground control directed it back towards its routine patrol. The area surrounding SCP-7409 contains several large clouds of small particles, later identified as lilium candidum pollen. The volume of these clouds is consistent with 16.2 billion years of pollen production. Footnotes 1. A region of space containing very few galaxies, approximately 330 million light years in diameter. Colloquially referred to as the Great Nothing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7409" by typoenjoyer, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7409. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: Lilium candidum, Tunisia - 20110517.jpg Author: Habib M'henni License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Lilium_candidum,_Tunisia_-_20110517.jpg
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color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { padding: .14rem; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 8px; width: calc((100vw - 870px)/2); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); position: absolute; top: 0; left: 103.5%; z-index: 5; overflow: auto; box-sizing: border-box; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); 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/* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; 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CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; 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} } @media (max-width: 700px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.3rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.8rem; font-size: 90%; } } @media (max-width: 620px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0.15rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.3rem; font-size: 90%; } div#header { height: 123px; } } @media (max-width: 520px) { #header h2::before { line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0.5rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 9.3rem; } div#header { height: 145px; } } Item#: 7410 Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES SCP-7410, Album Cover. SCP-7410, when not in use, is stored at Site-77 in a standard anomalous item locker. SCP-7410 should be stored in its original case, however, in emergency use situations, standard storage procedures may be waived so long as the disc can be preserved. SCP-7410 is to be played on a standard Foundation laptop with dual headphone jacks at 05:30 local time daily. Two personnel are to monitor playback of SCP-7410. Dr. Paula Healy is to listen to SCP-7410 on a pair of anti-cognitohazard headphones attached to the secondary jack, and A member of D-Class personnel seated across the table from Dr. Healy is to listen to SCP-7410 through ordinary headphones. Each subject is to be provided with a notepad and pencil. When SCP-7410 finishes playing at 05:56 local time, Dr. Healy and the D-Class personnel are to hand their respective notes on the playback to Site Director Trentini, or his designated substitute. Trentini is to provide relevant information given by SCP-7410 in the morning announcements. DESCRIPTION SCP-7410 is a 2009 Compact Disc containing an original recording of 9 songs, as well as a spoken word track; attributed to the musician "Sweet Jimmy Fielder". Entitled "Blackbox", all 10 tracks describe events relevant to Site-77 personnel (past, present, and future), each described using interpersonal metaphor (love, fights, etc.); each song is in a typical mid-Atlantic American folk style. No record exists of any individual consistent with the credited artist. SCP-7410 exhibits some elements of sentience. Songs within SCP-7410 generally do not deviate far from the theme suggested by the listed song titles (see Table 1). Nonetheless, each track consists of a thinly-veiled commentary or prediction about Foundation operations. SCP-7410 has at times provided useful intelligence, and has predicted events up to 72 hours into the future. Therefore, SCP-7410 has been integrated into Site-77's daily routine as outlined in the Special Containment Procedures. Table 1: SCP-7410 Tracks Track Title Duration Usual Subject 1 Oh, On The Mountain 4:24 Top-level administrative actions 2 Honest Day's Work 2:27 Disciplinary measures related to site staff 3 Happenstance 1:13 Accidents occurring at Site-77 4 As Useful A Dinghy On Mount Shasta 2:36 Matters involving Dr. Healy1 5 Ringin' In My Ears 1:24 Memetics Department operations 6 Locking Up The Old Gate 1:43 Classifications and Declassifications 7 Barnstorming 0:49 Interactions with other Foundation facilities 8 So Far From Here 1:26 Extraterrestrial Anomalies 9 Praying For A Random Day 3:38 Religious anomalies 10 Hide and Seek (Spoken Word) 5:56 Largely incoherent dialogue around supposed treachery within the Foundation. Statements in this track have universally been unsubstantiated. RELEVANT INFORMATION LOG Below is a selection of incidents in which SCP-7410 provided information that became useful at a later time. Date: 09/08/2021 Track: Locking Up The Old Gate Relevant Verse: I was skippin' up the driveway when I stopped so cold and dead, I looked around and hit the ground when I looked under Barnie's bed! Result: Dr. Barnhardt looks under his bed and discovers a stack of loose papers that had been missing for over two weeks, allowing him to complete essential research. Date: 04/21/2022 Track: As Useless As A Dinghy On Mount Shasta Relevant Verse: I could tell she was a doctor And not a common bum For only a scientist Would eat that rotten chum Result: Dr. Healy opts to avoid a tuna sandwich, the daily cafeteria special, as a result of this message. 26 other personnel contract foodborne illness from the fish. Date: 08/31/2023 Track: Barnstorming Relevant Verse: Lillian Lillihammer, please hammer me Bring me karma from the deep blue sea Result: Site-43's Dr. Lillihammer, previously scheduled to visit Site-77 the next day, is notified that SCP-7410 has mentioned her. A hammer-related technical accident causes her would-be transport plane to explode mid-air, killing 47 personnel. Date: 09/29/2023 Track: Hide And Seek (Spoken Word) Relevant Verse: N/A Description: SCP-7410 pre-empted its usual final track for a short sequence of direct conversation with Dr. Healy. A transcript is below: [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Healy presses play as usual, and Healy begins listening to SCP-7410 as does D-58396, the assigned D-Class personnel for the day. SCP-7410: Hello Dr. Healy. 10 seconds of silence elapse. Dr. Healy: What the f- SCP-7410: Hello? Healy: Yes? Can you hear me? SCP-7410: Yeah. Healy: Wait- how are you able to speak? SCP-7410: Everything I create each day is original! Haven't you been paying attention? Goldurnit2, I do this every mornin' for you! Healy: Your work is appreciated, SCP-7410. How are you able to predict future events? SCP-7410: Well, my mama always told me, "Jimmy boy you always two steps ahead o' me, you gonna go far in life." Healy: Heh, I was actually asking how you can see things that haven't happened yet. SCP-7410: Just call it the gift o' intuition, and we'll leave it at that. Healy: How far do your capabilities go? SCP-7410: To the end of the earth, ma'am. But there ain't a damn thing you can do 'bout a hammer falling in a century, is there? So I help y'all out with the day-to-day. Healy: SCP-7410, what do you see in my future? Can you see how my life will go? SCP-7410: Ma'am, it's about to get stormy. Healy: Really? What's gonna happen? SCP-7410: Oh, you'd best be careful what you're doing because your life is gonna go topsy turvy pretty soon! Healy: Well, what is it? SCP-7410: That's a story for another time, I'm almost to the end of the disc! SCP-7410 laughs loudly for 30 seconds until the final track ends. Healy: What? No, come on! What is it? Goddamn it, tell me! End of disc. [END LOG] Noting that Dr. Healy received a professional reprimand for use of an anomaly for individual purposes. —Dir. Trentini SCP-7410 has returned to its original mode of function. Daily use continues and shall continue as long as the anomaly produces useful information. SCP-7410 is to be monitored for any additional signs of awareness. Footnotes 1. For what it's worth, I don't appreciate the implication. -Dr. Healy 2. Typical slang of early-1900s United States
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background: rgb(var(--accent)); box-shadow: none; border-radius: 5px !important; color: #efefef; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); } #search-top-box input.empty { color: #999999; } #search-top-box { position: absolute; top: 47px; width: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Top Bar */ #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 10rem; } #header #top-bar ul { border-radius: 10px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; } #header #top-bar a { color: white; background: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #header #top-bar ul li ul { padding: 0px; border-radius: 0px; } #top-bar ul li.sfhover a, #top-bar ul li:hover a { border-left: solid 1px #FFF; border-right: solid 1px #FFF; } #top-bar ul li ul li a:hover { color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.83) !important; line-height: 230%; text-indent: 3px; } #top-bar { display: flex; justify-content: center; right: 0; } .mobile-top-bar { left: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Login Info */ #login-status { top: 19px; } #login-status, #login-status a { color: #333333; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser { font-size: 0; } } .printuser a { margin: 0; } .printuser img.small { width: 18px; height: 18px; padding: 1px 4px 0 0; background-image: none !important; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser img.small { transform: translate(0, 4px); } } #my-account { display: none; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #account-topbutton { margin: 0 0 0 5px; } } /* MAIN > Header > Side Bar */ #top-bar .open-menu a { border-radius: 0px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); color: white; } #side-bar { background: #FFF; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #side-bar { padding: 0.3em 0.6em 0 0.6em; width: 18.75em; transition: left 0.2s ease-in-out; direction: rtl; text-align: left; border-right: none; } } #side-bar .side-block, #side-bar .side-block.resources, #side-bar .side-block.media, #interwiki .side-block { border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); border-radius: 0px; box-shadow: none; margin-bottom: 6px; direction: ltr; background: transparent; } #side-bar .side-block.resources { text-align: center; } #side-bar .heading { color: var(--misc-txt-color); border-bottom: solid 2px #cfcfcf; font-size: 9pt; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; text-transform: uppercase; } /* CONTENT */ /* CONTENT > Blockquotes, Custom Divs */ .blockquote, div.blockquote, blockquote { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #f7f7f7; } .jotting { padding: 1.3em; margin: 1em 4.5em; border: dashed 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #f7f7f7; } .notation { padding: 1em 1.5em; margin: 1em 3em; border-left: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); border-right: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); background: #f7f7f7; } .modal { padding: 1.2em; margin: 1em 3em; border: solid 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #fbfbfb; } .quote { padding: 0.4em 2em; margin: 3em auto; border-left: solid 3px #bbb; max-width: 500px !important; } .paper { padding: 1.5em; margin: 2em; background: #FFF; box-shadow: 0px 4px 9px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .box { padding: 1px 9px; border: solid 3px #bbb; margin: 0.5em 1em; } div.note { font-size: unset; border: 2px solid #afafaf; background-color: #fff; } .round { border-radius: 10px; } /* CONTENT > Headings, Titles */ #page-title, .meta-title { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); width: fit-content; margin: 0 auto 1.5rem; } #page-title, .meta-title, #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { text-align: center; } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; } h1, h2 { font-weight: 800; } .footnotes-footer .title { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; color: #3b3b3b; font-weight: 800; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module */ #page-content .creditRate { margin: unset; font-family: var(--ui-font); float: unset !important; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #fff; border: solid 1px #bbb; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { border: none; color: #333; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .cancel { border: solid 1px #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box { box-shadow: none; border: solid 1px #bbb; margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; border-radius: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); } .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #fff !important; color: #333 !important; border: none !important; border-radius: 0; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #fff; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a { background: transparent; color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { background: #fff; border: none; border-radius: 0; display: inline-block; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { padding: .14rem; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 8px; width: calc((100vw - 870px)/2); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); position: absolute; top: 0; left: 103.5%; z-index: 5; overflow: auto; box-sizing: border-box; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; color: #FFF; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding: 5px 13px 5px 13px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 90%; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; } .page-options-bottom a:hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.8); } #page-info-break { height: 6px; } #license-area { color: #5f5f5f; background: #ecf2f1; border-top: solid 2px #d9d9d9; margin-top: 10px; } #license-area a::after { content: "."; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #main-content .page-tags { padding-right: 16rem; } } #main-content div.page-tags::before { content: "tags "; color: var(--misc-txt-color); font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: var(--page-font-size); } #main-content .page-tags a { display: inline-block; height: .8125rem; margin: 0 0 .5rem .75rem; padding: .1875rem .3125rem .1875rem 0; color: #FFF; background-color: rgb(var(--accent)); border-bottom-right-radius: .25rem; border-top-right-radius: .25rem; line-height: 13px; line-height: .8125rem; font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); font-weight: bold; } #main-content .page-tags a::before { width: 0; height: 0; top: -.1875rem; left: -.625rem; padding: 0 .0625rem .1875rem; border-color: transparent rgb(var(--accent)) transparent transparent; border-style: solid; border-width: .5rem .5rem .5rem 0; } #main-content .page-tags a::before, #main-content .page-tags a::after { content: ""; position: relative; float: left; } #main-content .page-tags a::after { width: .25rem; height: .25rem; top: .2813rem; left: -.5rem; background-color: #FFF; border-radius: .125rem; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; border-top: .5rem solid transparent; } #page-tags-input { font-weight: bold; word-spacing: 8px; } #edit-page-form input.text { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; font-size: 150% !important; padding: 4px; } #edit-page-form>table.form>tbody>tr>td:nth-child(1) { font-weight: bold; } .edit-help-34 { font-size: 85%; opacity: 60%; transition-duration: 0.3s; width: fit-content; } .edit-help-34:hover { opacity: 100%; } .edit-help-34 a { margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 10px; } table.edit-page-bottomtable { width: 100%; } #edit-page-comments { height: 86px; } #lock-info { background-color: transparent; margin: 0.8em; line-height: 1.7; font-size: 86%; border: none; } #lock-info::before { content: "!"; padding-right: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; opacity: 60%; } #lock-timer { font-size: 115%; margin: 0 5px; } #lock-timer::before { content: "⏲ "; opacity: 80%; } textarea, #edit-page-form input.text { outline: none; border: 1px solid #ccc; transition-duration: 0.3s; transition-property: box-shadow; } textarea:focus-visible, #edit-page-form input.text:focus-visible { box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 1px #a3a3a3; border: 1px solid #a3a3a3; } #action-area>p { font-size: 85%; color: darkslategrey; } #action-area>p:nth-child(5)>a { display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; } #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 4; } @media (max-width: 900px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 3; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 2; } } @media (max-width: 540px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 1; } } #page-content .content-warning.creditRate { padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 21px; } .preview-message { right: 0em; top: 2em; border: unset; padding: 1em 1.5em; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); max-width: 29em; opacity: 1; z-index: 100; line-height: 1.7; filter: drop-shadow(0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2)); color: #EDEDED; } .error-block { background-color: rgba(255, 0, 48, 0.1); text-align: center; border: none; border-top: solid 3px #B00; border-top-left-radius: 6px; border-top-right-radius: 6px; } table.page-history tbody tr:nth-child(2n) { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.05); } .owindow { animation: fade 0.5s; } @keyframes fade { 0% { opacity: 0; } 100% { opacity: 1; } } .owindow .button-bar a { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin: 11px; padding: 0.5em 2em; border-radius: 4px; } .owindow .button-bar a:hover { background-color: var(--link-txt-color); color: var(--link-hover-txt-color); border-radius: 0px; } .owindow .button-bar { padding: 1.2em 1em 1.2em; } .owindow .table { margin-bottom: 1.5rem; } .owindow .title { cursor: default; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: 155%; text-align: center; padding: 0.5em 1em; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(187, 187, 187, 0.4); background-color: #F7F7F7; } .owindow.owait .content { padding: 0.5em 0.5em 2em; background-image: none; } .owindow.owait .content::after { content: " "; display: block; width: 1.5rem; height: 1.5rem; margin: -0.9rem auto; margin-top: 1rem; animation: loading 1.2s linear infinite; border-top: 0.4rem solid grey; border-right: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-bottom: 0.4rem solid grey; border-left: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-radius: 50%; } @keyframes loading { 0% { transform: rotate(0deg); } 100% { transform: rotate(360deg); } } .owindow.osuccess { padding: 0.5em; } .owindow div.content:nth-child(2)>img:nth-child(1) { margin-right: 1.2rem; margin-top: 1rem; 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Dr. Robert Scranton Dr. Anna Lang PUBLICATION DATE Main Article: Valid as of January 1, 2000 Final Version: Valid as of January 2, 2000 OBJECT CLASS: Thaumiel SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Dr. Robert Scranton is to be sequestered to Site-120 under the Diversion Protocol1. By request of the Site Director Emeritus, this file is exclusively constrained to Site-120. All individuals who have accessed this file, regardless of clearance, are to be amnesticized prior to reassignment from Site-120 or travel outside of it. Should the Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority (ETTRA) declare Site-120 compromised, this file shall be automatically expunged as per plan K-7414-Kejel. SCP-7411 at the 1999 Reality Lab Annual Review. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7411 is Dr. Robert Scranton, Senior Researcher at Site-120's Reality Lab. Dr. Scranton is an ontophysical anomaly, existing as the sole real2 sentient being possessing no inherent Hume3 field. Dr. Scranton's innately incidental nature greatly facilitates the interpolation of his form by the surrounding ontological environment. As a result of Dr. Scranton's capacity to research areas of extremely low reality without the risk of contamination, he is uniquely qualified to fulfill the role of Senior Researcher at Site-120's Reality Lab. As noted in the containment procedures, Scranton has been exempted from regular reassignment. Dr. Anna Lang, co-chair of Site-120's Applied Phenomena Division, is Lead Researcher on PROJECT SHARPSPACE. The established goal of PROJECT SHARPSPACE is to resolve the final unsolved theorem set forth by Peter Alex Kejel in his 1966 manuscript. Kejel served as the Site Director of Site-120 between the years of 1979 and 1995. Since Kejel's 1995 retirement, he has served as the Special Research Advisor to PROJECT SHARPSPACE, at the unanimous behest of Site-120's Directorate4. The three-person research team of PROJECT SHARPSPACE, consisting of Mr. Kejel and Drs. Lang and Scranton, has been granted maximum priority. All resource requests by the SHARPSPACE team are to be granted, and Overwatch Command has elected to prioritize Kejel should he request an audience. Addendum 1: SCP-7411's Discovery and Kejel's Laws of Reality On August 5, 1996, Dr. Anna Lang was assigned per regular, random reassignment to assist Dr. Robert Scranton in Site-120's Reality Lab. Three days later, Lang observed a deviation from the expected Hume level surrounding Scranton. A transcript of Lang's provisional anomaly report is attached below. Provisional Anomaly Report Dr. Anna Lang August 5, 1996 Dr. Anna Lang, 1996. Hello Directors, This is a provisional anomaly report on Dr. Robert Scranton, who I believe to possess anomalous characteristics. As per protocol for suspected anomalous individuals under Foundation employment, I have restricted Dr. Scranton's access to this file pending the assignment or non-assignment of an SCP entry. At 0300 hours on August 4, Dr. Scranton and I were configuring the 36th iteration of the High-Sensitivity Hume Field Mitigator. During the main sensor calibration, it came to my attention that the Hume field did not exceed its baseline when in direct contact with Dr. Scranton's hand. Hume levels remained baseline, in contrast to the expected elevated levels associated with the presence of consciousness. Therefore, after repeating the test covertly through a sensor embedded in the handle of a coffee mug at 0416 hours, I have concluded that Dr. Scranton does not possess a naturally-occurring Hume Field, or that said field is negligible. The implication, of course, is that Dr. Scranton is inherently no more real than his surroundings. Should he be assigned to any other site, I would recommend that he be watched closely for any ulterior motives. Scranton's employment in the Reality Lab, supposing that he is himself an ontological anomaly, is unlikely to be coincidence. For the time being, it is my opinion that Dr. Scranton constitutes an anomaly worthy of an SCP designation. I will personally supervise him going forward, and report to you any noteworthy events. Lang Against standard procedure, as well as Dr. Lang's advice, the Site-120's Directorate voted on August 8, 1996 to inform Dr. Scranton of his anomalous nature, while simultaneously summoning him to meet with Dr. Lang and Site Director Emeritus Kejel for a project briefing. PROJECT BRIEFING: PROJECT SHARPSPACE Transcript August 8, 1996 Drs. Lang and Scranton are seated side-by-side in a large, circular meeting room. The Foundation emblem is displayed in white on black flags hanging behind the Directorate, who are seated around a crescent table facing Lang. Dir.5 Carla Severino: Good evening, everyone. Thank you for being here. Dr. Scranton, I presume my assistant reached out to you to explain the situation? Dr. Scranton: She did. I would've liked a round number, maybe 7000? A few members laugh. Most are silent. Dir. Severino: Doctors, I'd like to inform you that Director Emeritus Kejel has been assigned to work with you both on a new project. Dr. Scranton: Isn't Pete retired? Lang appears puzzled at Scranton's casual informality in using Mr. Kejel's nickname. Dir. Severino: He asked to forgo amnestics so that he could be of use should anything come up in the field of ontophysics. And you, Doctor, just repealed his Third Law. Dr. Scranton: When will he be joining us? Peter Alex Kejel, Director Emeritus of Site-120, 1996. Kejel: Now. Gentle applause fills the room as the Directors and Scranton welcome Kejel back. He casually walks to an empty seat beside Scranton, and sits. Kejel: I couldn't resist a dramatic comeback. Scranton: [Softly, to Lang] He's a legend around here. Kejel wrote the laws when they were Junior Researchers. Lang nods. Kejel: Thank you for the warm welcome, I see you finally found a use for an old man that studies pocket dimensions, not one that makes them. Some laugh politely, others grimace. The humorous allusion to a dangerous anomaly is not well-received. Kejel: Dr. Lang, Dr. Scranton, you're going to be working with me for the long haul, so it's time to get used to my sense of humor. That being said, let's discuss PROJECT SHARPSPACE. Kejel lifts up a poster-board with a number of infographics, and places it on a presentation board in front of the table. Kejel: Dr. Scranton- no, you're aware of this, but Directors, my Third Law posits that no conscious being can possess a Hume field of zero. To put it simply, "I think, therefore I am" is a literal, physical truth. This has been a tremendous pain in the ass for all of us, given that we really need, pardon the oversimplification, a friendly pattern screamer. Dr. Scranton: I'm not going to like where you're going with this, am I? Kejel: Depends if you wanted to be an astronaut as a kid. Dr. Scranton, remember my Second Law? It used to be the one that basically never matters. Any dimension without Humes, it says, will collapse unless it's got a conscious being in it, because the narrative will run out without the infinite wellspring of concepts. Of course, the only conscious beings that don't introduce Humes are pattern screamers. Dr. Scranton: And me. Kejel: Exactly! My First Law states that any space of zero Humes, when connected by a controlled, stable wormhole to our reality, tremendously stabilizes reality on our side. The unsolved theorem I have been working toward for thirty years is to find a willing and able consciousness to exist in a space of zero Humes, stabilizing it without contaminating and ruining it. Dr. Scranton: That's the mission? Kejel: Put simply, all of the nearby reality in our dimension will rush toward the void you're standing in, greatly increasing the Hume level. Then, we can open that wormhole anywhere in the world, creating an airtight defense against reality benders. Simple, right? No. There's still a long way to go. First off, every time we've opened up a wormhole to a new dimension, it's been Class-C. Dr. Scranton: "Broken Entry"? You can't come back. Kejel: Right. So unless you're volunteering to live in the void for eternity, you'll need to solve that one. Dr. Scranton: If An-Dr. Lang won't be watching me, I'll think about it. Lang and Kejel laugh. Dr. Lang: Oh, you noticed? Dr. Scranton: You were standing behind the door, Doctor. Did you really have to watch me undress? Kejel: I'll leave you to your work. I expect weekly research summaries by 11:59 every Sunday night, and I'll be available in Reality Lab A whenever you need me. Have fun! Dr. Lang: [Softly, to Scranton] I did not watch you… Extraneous chatter continues as meeting concludes. Research on PROJECT SHARPSPACE continued uneventfully for a period of over a year. During this time, Dr. Scranton and Dr. Lang established a relationship beyond the professional, which, despite the fears of many Directors, only served to strengthen their cooperation on the aforementioned research. On September 5, 1997, an indeterminate6 ontokinetic anomaly, later designated SCP-7411-BLUE, breached consensus reality 45 miles North of Asuncion, Paraguay, in the municipality of Benjamín Aceval. An incident report prepared by Mr. Kejel on the relevance of the event to PROJECT SHARPSPACE is attached. Incident Report: 7411-BLUE7 Special Research Advisor Peter Alex Kejel September 6, 1997 Greetings, Directors! As you are well aware by now, a major incursion into our reality occurred at around 1600 local time in Paraguay. Thankfully, the main thrust of the event was outside the urban core of the capital city, Asuncion. However, the effects should be enough to give pause to us given our limited counteroffensive options. City Hall of Benjamín Aceval Municipality, following Incident 7411-##BLUE To your right, you can see the city hall of the municipality where 7411-BLUE crossed into our reality. I hope that underscores the fundamental unreality of what we're dealing with. I'm using 7411-BLUE provisionally here, but let me explain why I think these two need to share an entry. PROJECT SHARPSPACE, for posterity, works on this premise: Dr. Scranton is, to our knowledge, the sole means by which to hold open an entirely unreal dimension. And to our knowledge, holding open a gate to an entirely unreal dimension is our sole means by which to "anchor" reality on our side. I understand that most of you feel this is an ordinary event, but I promise you it is more serious than you realize. We've dealt with reality benders all our lives. We have reality-sink personnel out there in the field. That's not the issue here. The issue is that we cannot prepare for something that simply jumps out of its reality whenever it feels like, and turns our houses of government into magic eye puzzles. We can't have a Dr. Clef watching every town on earth 24/7. That is, unless, we use the perfect tool we are sitting on. Hell, there's something else you should know. Lock Scranton and Lang out of this section, by the way. Scranton didn't find himself stumbling into the Foundation like everyone else. Nor did I. Directors, you're aware of how I came to be here, and by extension, how you got your job. You're aware of my "retirement", and that your directorate takes care of business while I focus on a higher priority. Dr. Scranton is that higher priority. I always sensed something, yet I could never quite see his face. Even when I was a child, I saw his face in my broken dreams while bombs pummeled my city. That face in the dark would save us all. He wouldn't be born for years, yet his portrait was emblazoned on my subconscious. Today I learned along with all of you what exactly he would save us from, and the exigency of our lives. His life exists to fulfill my purpose, and mine to fulfill his. I will not drag him kicking and screaming into the void. For over fifty years I have arranged for Robert Scranton to save himself, from the night I saw his face in the dark holding back the tide of unreality. If I had wanted to toss him into the void as a child, I could've sent Alpha-9 to drag him out of the cradle. But give me the chance to give him the chance to survive this, and he will give all of us a chance. Kejel SCP-7411-BLUE: PROJECT SHARPSPACE LOG: By December of 1998, SCP-7411-BLUE was determined to be a recurring threat worthy of counteroffensive action. While there was no evidence that the anomaly was sentient, no evidence existed to the contrary either, spare for the apparent randomness of reality-altering effects. In response, Special Research Advisor Kejel met with Drs. Scranton and Lang to discuss the potential application of Scranton's anomaly under the aegis of PROJECT SHARPSPACE. PROJECT SHARSPACE: Tactical Applications Conceptualization Session Site-120, Main Conference Room. December 4, 1998 Dr. Scranton enters the hall with Dr. Lang. Kejel is seated at the end of a long table with many seats. Lang and Scranton sit side-by-side. Kejel: Welcome, Doctors. I would like to play a little video for you to express what is going on. Kejel withdraws a remote control device from the pocket of his suit jacket, points it toward the ceiling, and a projector flashes to life, lighting up a large projector screen behind his seat. Kejel slips a disc into a DVD player, and the Foundation logo appears. Kejel presses another button, and a bizarre scene comes to life. Kejel: Watch and learn. An entire city skyline, appearing to be somewhere in the Middle East, appears to disintegrate into dust, which spirals into a tornado-like vortex before dispersing in a random manner. Kejel: The random chaos reveals its true face. Lang: I have never seen you this stone-faced, Director. What is it? It looks like a dangerous anomaly to me, but nothing new to BLUE. This has been happening all over the world for over a year, right? Kejel: My friends, I have not necessarily been forthcoming to you about the reason I have been so concerned about BLUE. It's not the first time an angry dimensional threat has sacked our reality. It is, however, the first time that my nightmares came true. Scranton: What? Kejel: As I have already informed the directorate, this anomaly did not… come as a surprise to me. Many years ago, I saw a city fall to dust, out of the night in the dreams of my childhood. Lang: You knew this was coming? Kejel: I sensed it, what we would come to know as BLUE, growling at the gate of our world, taunting me! I gave my life to the Foundation, feeling it approaching. When BLUE came through, I felt a pit in my stomach. Kejel grows louder, and talks with his hands, then his full body, appearing angry. Kejel: My gut feeling, that I had looked into the future and felt it look back at me, was right! Now, moment-for-moment, my childhood nightmares transpire in front of us! We will crush BLUE, Dr. Scranton. I need you to solve the problem, that is all. Dr. Scranton: That's the real reason you called me here, isn't it. Kejel sits down, appears weary, and holds his head. Kejel: Yeah. I needed to get that off my chest. [Whispering] Please solve the wormhole, Doctor. [End Whispering] I can't approve you to go through until I know you can come back safe. Kejel pauses, all are silent. Kejel: I can't take the guilt of knowing the end was coming, either. Scranton and Lang walk out, holding hands. Kejel watches them leave, expressionless. INCIDENT SCP-7411-Y2K: Over the next year, SCP-7411-BLUE made 76 further incursions into baseline reality. The use of amnestics was initially effective, however, human losses8 as of December 30, 1999 stood at 2,411,677. Maintaining normalcy became more difficult at each incidence, and on December 30, 1999, Overwatch Command announced that a ZK-Class "Reality Failure" Scenario was underway. At 0405 hours on December 31, Overseer O5-8 arrived at Site-120 to personally inform the PROJECT SHARPSPACE team of a 48-hour ultimatum to complete the project before the decommission of the Veil Protocol. On December 31, 1999, at 0530 Hours, Dr. Anna Lang called Mr. Kejel's sleeping quarters via the Emergency Action Line (EAL). Lang informed Kejel that she had devised an experimental method by which to reopen a CK-Class "Broken Entry" wormhole from its opposing side after a brief shutdown, allowing for the potential return of Dr. Scranton from the experimental zero-Hume space. On December 31, 1999, at 2325 hours, Drs. Scranton and Lang as well as Special Advisor Kejel were summoned to Site-120's head administrative office for an emergency briefing. PROJECT SHARPSPACE: OPERATIONAL TEST Reality Lab A December 31, 1999 Drs. Lang and Scranton enter the dark, dismal, grey room. Kejel is seated at the end of a long table. The ceiling stands at only five feet, and it is necessary for Lang and Scranton to stoop while taking their seats. Lang: They let you into the Admin office alone, sir? Kejel: There are some things we need to discuss. Scranton: We'd love to chat about my wonderful invention, but Dr. Lang and I are busy dreaming up a way of channeling my power through Dr. Lang's wonderful two-way workaround, since you won't let m- Kejel: I'm giving you approval. Scranton: What? Kejel: The veil is coming off tomorrow night if you don't give it a try, I'm willing to let you go through. 15,000 people went out to ring in the new millennium in Budapest an hour ago, and half of them were erased from reality, only to be reintroduced as bell peppers. I think I can make an exception to the rules, just this one time. Scranton: T-thank you, sir. That's why you called me this morning to- oh! Scranton has a visible moment of realization. Lang: What did he call you about, Bobby? You didn't tell me that! Kejel clears his throat, pats Dr. Scranton on the shoulder, and sits up, crouching while walking out of the tiny room. Scranton: Anna, the last few years I've spent with you have meant everything to me. Dr. Scranton presents an engagement ring, forged from Mekhanite-refined steel, to Dr. Lang. Scranton: We chose this life to die in the dark, and you've given me the chance to live a little too. Will you marry me, Anna? Lang: Yes. Forever yes. Lang and Scranton observe the clock, which reads 2359 hours, December 31, 1999. Kejel re-enters, and Lang and Scranton kiss. Kejel: Hello, kids. Lang and Scranton turn apart, and welcome Kejel. Kejel is flanked by the Site Chaplain. Kejel: I just got word that Buranistan and its 47 million people are now a shale field in Iraq. The effects are getting worse. Bobby, you're leaving to the void come morning. We need to do this now. Site-120's Chaplain administers a nondenominational wedding rite, standard Foundation practice for authorized relationships. Lang and Scranton are not authorized, however this does not appear to concern the Chaplain given the situation. Kejel: Dr. Scranton, you will report at 0600 hours for the preliminary test of our last line of defense. Scranton: It will be an honor, sir. Kejel waves Lang to leave, and she does. Scranton appears confused. Kejel: There's just one more thing, Doctor. Scranton: What is that? Kejel: I think you should know that I've been building toward tomorrow since the day I first saw your face, in 1943. It wasn't just BLUE that I saw in dreams, it was you. Scranton: I'm sorry, but what do you mean? I was born in 1948. Kejel: I should've told you this story earlier, but I never wanted this for you. I waited for you to find a way to come home, so I wouldn't need to leave you alone in the void. Bobby, I was there the night you were born in that dingy backwater hospital. I made sure your parents won that lottery to send you to college. I made sure your college advisor immersed you in Physics. Scranton: Lang discovered my Hume anomaly, not you! Kejel: You don't grasp the situation, Robert. How do you think even you didn't notice your anomaly until the time was right? I had to make sure you were always in the right place at the right time. Scranton walks away. Kejel raises his voice and yells after him down the hall. Kejel: I could only see a single future, and you are the one who made it. It was never my choice. Holding off BLUE is your destiny, I just made sure you never walked away from it! Scranton: Well… if you can see me walking away tomorrow, I suppose I needn't worry. Scranton leaves, puzzled and overwhelmed. Drs. Scranton and Lang returned to Scranton's sleeping quarters for the remainder of the six-hour waiting period. Scranton and Lang reported at 0600 hours as scheduled for PROJECT SHARPSPACE's first Operational Test. PROJECT SHARPSPACE: OPERATIONAL TEST Reality Lab A January 1, 2000 Dr. Lang and Kejel, flanked by a pair of Administrative Security Guards, observe Reality Lab A from the glass-paneled observation room as Dr. Scranton suits up in Level 3 HAZMAT gear. Technicians prepare the low-Hume Space Generator, a standard device for the opening of pocket dimensions. Dr. Lang: [Over Microphone] Good luck out there, Bobby! Kejel: You've got this! In and out, alright? Dr. Scranton raises his thickly-gloved fist and gives a "thumbs up". Kejel: Initiate the generator. A large black shimmer appears near the wall of the Lab, manifesting as expected. Dr. Scranton walks through. Moments later, a severe reaction occurs, resulting in the sudden emission of energy from the wormhole. A small portion of a control panel is detached and flies into the wormhole, which shuts down as ordered moments later. Dr. Lang: How are the Hume readings? Kejel: Beautiful, we got a hell of a surge, should easily be enough to hold off our little friend. Damage looks trivial. Dr. Lang: Alright, spin it up. Kejel: We will, of course, need to draw more Humes in. Dr. Lang: What do you mean? Kejel: We have a reliable source of ontokinetic particles, Anna. I'm going to need to use it. Dr. Lang: He needs to come back, we're past the window already! Kejel: BLUE doesn't think so. We're going to draw everything we can from that space until it goes away. Dr. Lang: Open the goddamn wormhole right now. Kejel: When I find another person with zero Humes, he can return. Until then, I'm not giving up the only shot I have, that you have, that any of us has. You know as well as I do that he wouldn't keep exposing himself to zero-H if he had the choice! Lang is too irate to speak. Kejel: I didn't force him. I want you to think about that, Anna. I waited this long! I gave him every chance to find another way! Dr. Lang: You never told him it would come to this, you bastard! Kejel: For all he knows, we had a malfunction. I know Bobby, he'll never lose hope. For god's sake, Anna, the barbarians are at the gate, and he has hope yet. Dr. Lang continues to spew profanity and threaten Kejel. Kejel: I'll wait! I promise you, Dr. Lang! I'll wait for him! Kejel gestures to the security guards, who restrain and carry Lang away. Kejel: [Softly, to himself] I'll wait for you, Bobby. Dr. Anna Lang was administered Class-E amnestics shortly following the January 1 Incident. The dimension to which the field generator transported Dr. Scranton has been accessible for indefinite periods, narratively sustained by the consciousness of the former Researcher. This has allowed for the containment of SCP-7411-BLUE. Portable devices accessing unlimited ontological particles withdrawn from this dimension have been added to the Foundation strategy for countering ontokinetic anomalies. These devices have been named in Dr. Scranton's honor, as the Scranton Reality Anchor. The nature of SCP-7411-BLUE has been obfuscated intentionally in this document, so as to prevent the assistance of the anomaly in bypassing the current method of containment. For details, please contact Site Director Emeritus Kejel. Kejel can be found in the Site-120 Reality Lab at all times, having not left the Lab since Scranton's disappearance (as of August 2023). Kejel has declined all offers of amnesticization, citing his 2000 promise to wait for Scranton. The control panel transported with Dr. Scranton by the wormhole was not replaced due to its age and deprecated status. The only lost component which was replaced was a single red warning light. Footnotes 1. All motives for personnel to leave their posting are intercepted prior to perception by said personnel member. Formal, direct denials of "shore leave" are to be limited to situations of true necessity. 2. Spare for theoretical Archaeomultiversal Entities proposed by the ███████-███████ ██████████████. 3. A quantifiable measure of reality, as described in this general briefing by Dr. Jekeled. 4. Due to security concerns, Kejel arranged for Site-120 to inherit a system of rotating Site Directors following his retirement. This consists of a council of 12 members, based on the 13-member Overwatch Command. All 12 current members were appointed by Dir. Kejel, however, future members may be nominated by current members. 5. All members of the directorate hold the title "Director". 6. See final addendum for informational obfuscation notes. 7. -1 designation was added at a later date, at the time of publication it was not known with certainty that further incursions would occur. 8. Including fatalities, missing, and transmogrified.
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Item#: 7412 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: pending Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The responsibility of undoing the changes caused by SCP-7412 has been relegated to the Department of Tactical Theology. As of writing, SCP-7412 is scheduled to be retroactively nullified on January 13th, 2024. Description: SCP-7412 refers to a sudden, universal CK-Class Event that occurred on January 12th, 2023, at 17:22:58 EST. After cross-referencing with Deepwell Archives, it was determined that the only change caused by SCP-7412 was the retroactive alteration of causality to add exactly one minor holiday to every extant religion. Holidays retroactively created by SCP-7412 — henceforth SCP-7412-1 — each have varying practices and customs consistent with their corresponding religions. However, despite each having their own distinct cultural rituals, SCP-7412-1 instances seem to follow a few key similarities: The holiday will have little overall impact on the extant religion or the course of history, but will still be acknowledged as a unique celebratory event. The holiday will involve some form of victory or success where a situation appeared hopeless or impossible, often through the form of a miracle. The holiday's practices involve celebrating a spiritual leader, some form of game played for monetary or faux-monetary gain, or the construction of a yurt. The holiday occurred on January 12th, 1968, the birth date of Site-666 Director Randall House. SCP-7412 was discovered following mass-desynchronization of CK-Class Scenario Detectors (CSDs) from their extra-universal counterparts, indicating a restructuring event had occurred. Shortly thereafter, various Exclusionary Sites confirmed consistent reports that reality had been altered retrocasually; analysis revealed roughly 640 pages of archives came into existence with the CK-Class Event, most relating to minor religious holidays. SCP-7412 and SCP-7412-1 were classified as anomalous shortly thereafter. Addendum One — Abridged Log of SCP-7412-1 Instances Affected Religion: Judaism Holiday Name: Hanukkah Sheini / Hanukkah Katan1 Date of Celebration: 26 Tevet Historical Context: During the Jewish revolt against the Seleucid monarchy by the Maccabees, a surprise attack left Jewish forces in retreat, forcing them away from Jerusalem. Judah Maccabee ordered there to be a fast for all soldiers in the Maccabeean force. On the third day, when it appeared the Jewish forces were surrounded, a mysterious figure only named Ben Randel appeared and began to fight the Seleucid army, motivating the remaining Jews to continue fighting, leading to an unexpected Jewish victory. Ben Randel was not spotted or identified following the battle. Jewish tradition maintains that this individual was none other than Elijah the prophet. Cultural Practices: Hanukkah Katan is considered a Rabbinical minor holiday in Jewish culture, and thus is not subject to the laws of Yom Tovim. Similar to Hanukkah itself, it is customary to partake in a game of dreidal, which involves a spinning top and the exchange of faux-money depending on how the top lands. Additionally, a single candle is lit to commemorate the bravery of Ben Randel in his battle against the Greeks. It should be noted that some Sephardi Jews have a custom to construct a circular tent similar to a Sukkah on Hanukkah Katan, although it is unclear where the custom originates. Affected Religion: Christianity Holiday Name: Second Epiphany2 Date of Celebration: January 12th Historical Context: Additional text found on Papyri 𝔓13 mentions an additional Magi to visit the infant Christ, resulting in a slight addition to the Gospel of Matthew's recounting of the Magi's visit (though Matt. 2:1-12 remain unchanged): 13 In a week's time, after the departure of the others, a final Magi appeared before the child and his mother, bringing greater gifts in apology for the lateness of his visit. 14 Great merriment and joy did he bring to Bethlehem to compensate, for he came not for homage but to ease the burden of anxiety upon Christ and his family in the manner of celebration long awaited. Cultural Practices: Similar to Mardi Gras, the celebration of Second Epiphany has evolved culturally into a celebration bordering on excess, with a ceremonial tossing of 'burdens' into a fire pit to limit their ability to affect celebrants into the new year. Several Protestant denominations condemned the practice entirely during the Reformation, resulting in local pushback in areas where Puritanism or Calvinism were more commonly practiced after colonization. Affected Religion: Islam Holiday Name: Eid ul-Dawra4 Date of Celebration: 12 Shawwal Historical Context: Although largely unassociated with the cultural practices of the holiday, a common folk legend involves a village being attacked by an Ifrit.5 According to the legend, the Ifrit used its abilities to hold the sun in the sky, preventing it from setting on the day before Eid al-Fitr. Although permitted to eat in life-threatening situations, no one in the town wished to break the fast to give satisfaction to the Ifrit. However, the Khalifah of the village procured a solution to trick the Ifrit. The Khalifah coordinated with his citizens to create many large mirrors and told them to bring them onto the nearby hills. Then, angling them correctly, the mirrors would reflect sunlight towards a single concentrated point on the opposite horizon. Confused by the presence of a second sun-like object across from him, the Ifrit rushed towards the opposite side of the sky. He dropped the real sun in the process, giving it just enough time to set before the Jinn could learn the source of the trick. It is believed that the time the sun ended up setting was supposed to be the 12th of Shawwal. Cultural Practices: Eid ul-Dawra is informally celebrated in a similar manner to Eid al-Fitr, following 10 days of optional fasting during the month of Shawwal. These days consist of six days of customary fasting, followed by four days of fasting either to make up missed days of Ramadan or on behalf of others who could not fast. The optional fasting ends on the night of the 12th, signifying the start of Eid ul-Dawra.6 During the day of the 12th, it was customary to construct a yurt or tent post-breaking (symbolizing rejuvenation), though this custom has fallen out of favor in modern times. It should be noted that although the holiday is recognized across all denominations, Sunni Muslims place more emphasis on the day being specifically on the 12th, while Shia Muslims celebrate it more loosely and as a general period of celebration. Affected Religion: Hinduism Holiday Name: Purva Holika7 Date of Celebration: 128ماگھ Historical Context: Local to the Sindh region of Pakistan, the festival commemorates the victory of Hamsa Rama, an avatar of Viṣṇu, over a group of demonic Asuras in 'a game of chance with nothing at hand but a wooden die'.9 Cultural Practices: While mirroring some of the traditional aesthetics of the later Grand Festival of Holi in the spring, Purva Holika typically is noted by the exclusive use of red and black rice powder in a more combative manner, with 'sides' chosen loosely amongst participants and often changing in the middle of the play fighting. Interestingly, the festival does not commemorate romantic or familial love, as is heavily emphasized during the later traditional Holi festival. Affected Religion: Tengrism10 Holiday Name: ᠲᠣᠯᠢ ᠲᠩᠷᠢ11 Date of Celebration: ༡༢ ᠨᠢᠭᠡᠳᠦᠭᠡᠷ ᠰᠠᠷ12 Historical Context: Celebrating the day that the lasting conflict between Genghis Khan and the supreme imperial shaman Kokochu Teb was finally settled without bloodshed. As described in the Mongɣol‑un niɣuca tobciyan (Secret History of the Mongol People), an 'outsider arrived and acted as mediator between the two foes with the aid of the tngri spirits of both white and dark nature.' These negotiations are not described, but the outsider was welcomed to the feast to celebrate the accord as its 'architect'. Cultural Practices: A traditional feast with roast horse and shamanistic drum dances, typically held in the most hospitable area the nomads might find on the Steppe during late winter. It is notable that while wagering and races are encouraged amongst celebrants, the yurt plays no particular central role beyond its traditional housing of tribes in the region. Affected Religion: Mekhanism Holiday Name: Δαμάτριος13 Date of Celebration: 12 Ιανουάριος Historical Context: Unknown. The holiday has persisted into the modern day, however due to the Mekhanite diaspora, there is little consistent information about the origin of the holiday.14 Cultural Practices: Celebrants typically will use the anticipatory days before the holiday to decorate a basic rounded tent structure, often formed from a single sheet of metal, with increasingly complex mechanisms fashioned out of fuladh. Traditions have recently fractured due to the deunification of the Church; Cogsworth Orthodox adherents tend to aim for minimalism in their designs, while Maxwellists design the yurts in 3D modelling programs, often with surrealist or non-euclidean appearances. Affected Religion: The Ortothan Religion Holiday Name: Yorie-Aímact Kal15 Date of Celebration: Occurs eight times per galactic cycle. Exact date unclear; last celebrated January 12th, 1968. Historical Context: According to Ortothan tradition, over 100,000 years ago a sudden and large invasion of Voruteut attacked Yorun-leusan, the Holy Sixth. This invasion was apparently on a similar scale to the one that would later kill them in 2000, primarily targeting their blood supply in an attempt to drain their power. This attack nearly succeeded; however, close to the brink of death, an entity only known in holy scriptures as Houís-Rakdal (given the title "ruler of house of circles") is said to have sacrificed itself to give Yorun-leusan the blood they needed to survive. Cultural Practices: To honor Houís-Rakdal's sacrifice, many Ortothans — including the Church of the Second Hytoth — let blood in a special circular room attached to many Ortothan religious buildings. Another custom observed by some human and alien groups involve tossing light objects of monetary value into the air and not retrieving them.16 The origin of this practice is unclear. Addendum Two — [DATA EXPUNGED] The remainder of this file is classified to DoTT/5 Clearance only. [UNLOCK FILE] Access Granted The following events occurred in Director Yossarian Leiner's office at Reliquary Area-27 on January 13th, 2023. They have been logged for archival purposes. [BEGIN LOG] At approximately 11:53 Local, Junior Researcher Cooper knocks and enter Director Leiner's office. The office is in disarray as usual; papers are stacked high on the Director's desk and various trinkets litter the room. Director Yossarian glances up, before exhaling and beckoning Cooper over. Dir. Leiner: Good, good, you're on time. I was getting a little worried. J.R. Cooper: I'm always on time. What's this about? You seemed really adamant I arrive before 11:55. Am I in trouble? Dir. Leiner: Absolutely not. As always, you're doing a fantastic job here. (Pause) The reason you're here because I'm going to need your help dealing with the guy who is in trouble. Cooper stares at Director Leiner. He doesn't elaborate. J.R. Cooper: …With all due respect, I'm not sure how I coul— A sudden knock on the office door interrupts Cooper, startling her. As she turns, it swings open, revealing Site-666 Director Randall House. House — who is wearing a red and gold suit embroidered with the Site-666 logo — calmly enters the room. J.R. Cooper: Oh Christ. Dir. House: Close, but no cigar. House walks over and pulls up a chair, sitting directly in front of Director Leiner's desk. He angles his seat slightly to also face J. Researcher Cooper. Leiner scowls at him. Dir. Leiner: You have a lot of explaining to do. House raises his arms in mock defeat. Dir. House: Alright, alright. Look, the embezzlement was a one time thing, promise— Dir. Leiner: No, not that. The Council already gave you a slap on the wrist. I wouldn't have called you all the way out here for something as measly as that. J.R. Cooper: What do you qualify as measly embezzlement? Dir. House: Then this must be about using your soul as collateral last week. Look, the truth is, the game was rigged fro— Dir. Leiner: You what? Dir. House: Oh, wasn't that then. J.R. Cooper: I wasn't even aware that was something you could do, to be honest. Dir. House: Me neither, 'til a week ago. Completely off the cuff. I'm surprised it even worked. Director Leiner pinches the bridge of their nose and sighs. Director House grins. Dir. House: There he is! Dir. Leiner: …It's the holidays. Dir. House: Actually, those were a month ago. Dir. Leiner: I'm talking about the ones that came into existence yesterday. The ones that are apparently all about you. Silence. Dir. House: Ahhhhh, right. Those. Completely slipped my mind. Cooper clears her throat. J.R. Cooper: Uh, holidays that came into existence…? I don't recall any that weren't around before. Dir. Leiner: Retroactive alterations of reality. Before today, Hanukkah Katan, Second Theophany— J.R. Cooper: Or Second Epiphany. Dir. Leiner: …Second Epiphany, Eid ul-Dawra, and a bunch of other holidays didn't exist. J.R. Cooper: What? That doesn't make sense, I wrote my thesis on— Silence. J.R. Cooper: Oh. Jesus Christ. Dir. Leiner: Stop saying his name. He might actually show up. Dir. House: I'm already here. Dir. Leiner: Can it, Randall. Cooper raises her eyebrow. House smirks her direction, provoking another scowl from Leiner. Dir. Leiner: Do you know how much paperwork I have to do now? I literally have to crawl through over six hundred documents over the next two weeks. I was already swamped with work, and then I get a little "ding!" from my computer letting me know that apparently reality's gone ahead and shifted itself. Do you know how anxious I was? Dir. House: Sorry. Genuinely. But to my credit, this time was completely out of my control. J.R. Cooper: Care to elaborate? Dir. House: Sure. You see, it was yesterday morning… [BEGIN LOG] Director House, ruler of Site-666, woke up bright and early at six in the morning on January 12th, 2023. Sunlight streaked through the only luxurious room left in the Luxor hotel, casting brilliant hues of gold across the wall beside House's bed. The fragrance of gold wafted through the air, carried by— Dir. Leiner: Get to the point. To make a long story short, it was a perfectly ordinary day. That was until Director House noticed a shadowy being at the foot of his bed, watching him menacingly. Unknown Entity: Hello, House. Dir. House: Fuck! I told you Satan, only bother me after nine. It's way too early for this shit. Especially on my birthday. The entity laughs, quite evilly. Unknown Entity: Oh, but I am not Satan, and it is never too early for a wager. Director House groans and lifts himself into a sitting position. The entity appears to smile. Unknown Entity: Glad to have your attention, Director. Allow me to introduce myself. (The entity bows.) I am the Fifteenth Lord of Envy, Master of the Dark Triad. Dir. House: You've got to be shitting me. Lord of Envy: Shitting you I am not. I have come to challenge you, Randall. Dir. House: Okay. In what? Lord of Envy: In any game your heart desires. If you succeed, you will receive honor and recognition beyond your wildest dreams. If you lose, well, you shall pay a price most dear: your identity. Dir. House: Nah, I'm good, thanks. I've got plenty of honor and fame already, and I get it myself. Lord of Envy: I'm not offering, I'm demanding. I would not be the Fifteenth Lord of Envy, Master of the Dark Triad if I was a "chill dude", now would I? Dir. House: Christ, alright, fine. You said any game, right? Lord of Envy: Yes, indeed, Director House. Any your heart desires. Blackjack, poker, even rock-paper-scissors if you so wish— Dir. House: Chess. Lord of Envy: Chess? J.R. Cooper: Chess? Dir. House: Chess. You can be white. I'm not a fan of it. Lord of Envy: You… can play chess? Dir. House: Yeah. I used to play with my father every weekend. Director House reaches under his bed and pulls out an ornate chess board. It is red and gold in coloration. The gold pieces face Randall. Dir. House: Your move. Lord of Envy: Uh. After a few minutes of literally sweating profusely (it was some kind of weird sulphur substance that took forever to wash out of the bed), the Lord of Envy moves a pawn. Randall does the same immediately. This continues for approximately five additional moves. Dir. House: Checkmate. Lord of Envy: Oh fuck. Dir. House: It's honestly kind of impressive that you fell for the Fool's Mate. Just stumbled into that one. The entity wipes sweat from its non-existent forehead and exhales. Lord of Envy: Very well, I have been bested in the game of wit. It is only fair I uphold my end of the bargain. Enjoy your reward, son of House… you have earned it. The entity immediately explodes, distorting space around it as it disappears completely. House is unharmed, though it leaves a black stain on the bed. For a few seconds, the room is filled with silence and House takes in what just occurred. Then, the wristwatch next to House's nightstand begins to play an emergency tone. Dir. House: …Oh shit. House leans back comfortably in his chair, watching Leiner and Cooper. Dir. House: End log. J.R. Cooper: …Why did you convey all that like you were reading an interview? Dir. Leiner: Well, it certainly makes my job easier. Dir. House: You're welcome. And before you ask, no, I have no idea who the "Fifteenth Lord of Envy" is. One of the rare cases when the demon that goes after me isn't because I pissed them off. Dir. Leiner: Assuming you didn't make all that up just to get off the hook… I suppose we'll need to add a note to start looking for the Lord of Envy. Maybe classify it as a -2, or something. Ugh. I was already swamped with coordinating the retrocasual unconverter. Undoing this is going to be hell. Silence. Cooper glances back and forth, examining the two. Dir. House: So. Yoss. Dir. Leiner: What? Dir. House: Can I cash in a quick favor? Leiner glares at him. Dir. Leiner: You owe me six, currently. So no. Dir. House: But is that including or excluding all the times I borrowed your demonology guys with explicit permission from al-Taqi? Dir. Leiner: …Including. Dir. House: And excluding? Leiner sighs. Dir. Leiner: …then I would owe you one. Dir. House: Cool, then we're going with that. J.R. Cooper: I'm surprised you could keep track. Dir. Leiner: You have to, with him. Alright, Randall, what is it? Dir. House: Can you delay the whole CK-reversal thing until next year? J.R. Cooper: What? Dir. House: I've only kept my memories from before the CK Event, so I've never really experienced any of the holidays about me. I'd like to at least experience a few before they disappear from reality permanently. Dir. Leiner: I… J.R. Cooper: You're not seriously considering this, are you? Dir. Leiner: …Unfortunately, I am. Alright, fine. One year. January 13th, 2024, we're pulling the plug. Plenty of time to experience them all. House grins, gets up, and then pats Leiner on the back. Leiner doesn't react. Dir. House: I knew I could count on you! J.R. Cooper: …Christ. Dir. Leiner: We've really got to break that habit, Cooper. House laughs. After a brief moment, Leiner shakes his head, chuckling. Cooper remains stone-faced, entirely dumbfounded. Dir. House: You still gotta work on that poker face even after all these years. I could tell you found this all funny the moment I walked in. Dir. Leiner: Alright, alright. It was funny, I'll admit it. Get out of here before you say that God-awful catchphrase of yours. I'm tired of hearing it and you've already caused me enough headaches for one night. Dir. House: Don't have to tell me twice. I think the Akivas here are giving me a rash. House exits the office, turning around once he steps outside the doorway. Dir. House: Oh, and by the way: the Home is always successful. He leaves, closing the door behind him. Yossarian sighs briefly, returning to his desktop to continue working. Cooper remains motionless for a few moments. J.R. Cooper: …I think I just had a stroke. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. lit. Second Hanukkah / Minor Hanukkah. 2. Or "Second Theophany" in most Eastern Orthodox traditions. 3. B. P. Grenfell & A. S. Hunt, Oxyrhynchus Papyri I, pp. 4–7, 1901 (note that this deviates from pre-CK Event records). 4. lit. Celebration of the Cycle. 5. A powerful demon in Islam tradition. 6. Days in the Muslim calendar begin and end at sunset. 7. lit. Early Holi 8. lit. Magh 9. While not all extant manuscripts of the Bhagavata Purana includes this deviation in Chapter 7, the anomalous corruption of Bhāgavatamahāpurāṇam (which acted as the common translation source) has resulted in roughly 70% of all copies of the text worldwide including the text of this incident. 10. Commonly known as traditional Mongolian Shamanism. 11. lit. Opened Tengri. There are multiple theories about the name, but no conclusive reasoning as the Eagle God Tengri is not mentioned directly either in historical records or modern cultural celebrations of the holiday. 12. lit. Arvan hoyr Negdügeer sar. 13. lit. Damátrios. The name of one of the Boeotian lunar months listed by the Greek poet Hesoid (c. 750-650 BCE) in his Theogonía, and also mentioned in the Aegean Tablets which led to the discovery of Amoni-Ram. This connection is being researched further. 14. Although the holiday is apparently celebrated in the city of Amoni-Ram, it likely has origins within the diaspora itself, leading to a lack of primary, secondary, or tertiary sources on its origin. 15. lit. Day of the Sixth's Blood 16. In this context of SCP-7412, this is believed to be analogous to gambling. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7412" by AriadnesThread and Yossipossi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7412. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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It's just a dumb joke. You don't really believe in any of that stuff, right? Item #: SCP-7413 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7413 is held in a standard humanoid containment cell within Site-433. As SCP-7413 lacks the need for sustenance or amenities, the cell is otherwise empty. A floodlight has been installed in the ceiling above SCP-7413, in lieu of usual linoleum lighting. When SCP-7413 was initially recovered,1 it was in possession of the following items: A 3 meter white sheet with three holes cut through it; a mouth and eyes were drawn over in the holes with black sharpie marker; Grey-blue coveralls with an empty name tag sticker appended to the left breast pocket; Two brown Thorogood brand steel-toed boots; A butcher's knife. These items demonstrated no perceivable anomalous properties, and are held together in a Safe-class storage locker within its cell — with the exception of the butcher's knife, which has been sequestered to the armory for safekeeping. Description: SCP-7413 is a plastic full-body mannequin standing at 2.10 meters. It is hollow, with the exception of its posable joints. Two holes are present on SCP-7413's left shoulder and left bicep, the result of gunshots sustained during recovery. SCP-7413 is capable of locomoting and verbalizing, but it has refused to interact with personnel. Since its containment, SCP-7413 has remained motionless in the center of its cell. Discovery Log (Summarized): Several calls were made to the police precinct of northern ████████, ██████, USA, in which a low, androgynous voice stated "there is a killer on the loose" before hanging up. A police squad, including one undercover Foundation field agent, was dispatched to the location of the call: a dilapidated shack in the urban forest preserve. Upon entry, the shack was completely dark, later inspections revealing the lighting system had been removed entirely. The shack was empty of appliances, including a bed and toilet, and all the interior doors had been removed. Along the main space/living room, the bathroom, and presumably the bedroom, 15 bodies were recovered — each was covered in a white sheet with three holes cut along the facial area, eyes and a mouth drawn over the holes in black sharpie marker. A 16th figure was later located in the bathtub. While the squad's head detective filed a report back to the precinct, the 16th figure was seen getting up and entering the bedroom. As the officers moved to inspect the bedroom, the field agent — who was first to enter — was attacked from behind the wall with a butcher knife, by a person in blue-grey coveralls and a plastic mask.2 Recovered from body camera footage. The field agent was cleaved through the front of his inner thigh, leaving him immobilized. The second officer shot at the suspect twice, striking it in the arm, before it proceeded to jump out the window. At this point, no anomalous activity was suspected, so the field agent remained in the shack awaiting care while the other officers pursued the figure. The officers discovered the suspect in a nearby river, lying face down. It had covered itself in the white sheet and several leaves, and there was no discernible blood. It did not react to commands from the officers, and when they attempted to lift it from the river, they discovered that it was, in fact, not the suspect, but a full-body mannequin. The mannequin wore the coveralls of the suspect, was wielding the suspect's knife, and had the suspect's "sheet ghost" costume, but no footprints or tangible evidence could be found to reveal where the suspect went. As such, the search was discontinued for the night. Paramedics arrived on the scene to treat the field agent, and the mannequin was brought in as evidence. The cadavers were inspected. Each had died of malnutrition, dehydration, or both; none suffered any injuries, but were all covered in fake blood stickers sold by the Spirit Halloween chain. Each cadaver belonged to a missing person reported the previous year. The field agent was hospitalized, but as the mannequin was inspected in the evidence locker, it apparently vocalized "the killer has been apprehended" in a low, androgynous voice, before becoming unnaturally slack. This information was made available to the field agent; the field agent proceeded to forward these findings to Site Command. The mannequin was collected shortly after. While being brought for containment, the mannequin — now designated as SCP-7413 — spontaneously animated, then entered its cell without the aid of personnel. It proceeded to stand in the center of the cell, then stare up at the ceiling, where it has remained since. Footnotes 1. 10/31/2002. 2. Presumed. 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Superficially, the runes written on SCP-7414 translates to “I, master of the runes conceal here runes of power, which will be revealed when broken.” Item #: SCP-7414 Special Containment Procedures: All civilians will be denied entry on the pretense of an archaeological investigation in the area. All accounts of SCP-7414 as a historical artifact have been removed from national archives. Authorized personnel will be stationed nearby an outpost in order to prevent civilian interference with the object. Description: SCP-7414 refers to three standing stones located on the Western coast of Sweden. Each stone is inscribed with runes written in the Elder Futhark, dating back to the 8th century. When anyone attempts to view the runes, they will perceive rapid changes to their surroundings and feel powerless to resist these changes. Typical effects are described as different chronological events occurring in the middle of a haze. Subjects slip into a trance-like state, during which they experience a series of events narrated by an unidentified female voice. So far, no unexpected side effects have been reported after interactions with SCP-7414. The three stones each elicit a different experience and they are therefore described here as SCP-7414-1, -2, and -3 respectively. Two of the boats depicted on the surface of SCP-7414-1 SCP-7414-1 is a pointed stone engraved with vertical runes and decorated with images of occupied boats. SCP-7414-2 is a narrow stone with vertical runes in the middle and a broad serpentine figure along the edges. SCP-7414-3 is a broad stone with vertical runes along the side and a serpent coiled in a ring. Addendum 7414-1 After a civilian team of archeologists discovered the effects of SCP-7414, amnestics were provided and a team of Foundation researchers were sent out to record and document their experience with SCP-7414. The transcription has been fitted with commentary where deemed necessary. [OPEN LOG] At the identification of the runes, we did not expect much, and so were shocked as the runes didn't have to be transcribed; instead, we heard a woman's voice, and everything became perfectly clear. And it was like the first stone blinded us and then clouds filled the sky, and we had a different land around us, plainer, but grazed by horses and oxen. A fort of wood had risen out of the ground around us, and a longhouse appeared on a mound. A company of warriors were marching towards it, clad in large pelts and adorned in ornate metal. A rustling told us of armor and weapons under all that fur. A voice spoke to us, as if it was in our heads. Unknown: Sigtruda, King of many men, welcomed one day King Alf to his court. The young monarch had carried gold and ornate jewelry from Miklagård in the east. The weathered Sigtruda was impressed by how the young King Alf fared. Sigtruda: You have impressed me well, brave King Alf. I suspect with these merry treasures you are here to aim for an alliance with my kin. However, I must disappoint you. For my kingdom is not the one it once was, and we must admit our weaknesses. Our fields do not yield much harvest, and our amber is out since a few years back. I am afraid, I have nothing to offer in return for this alliance between us. Unknown: But King Alf only grinned under his moustache and showed the crooked Sigtruda the six front teeth that he had left. He let his hands go to his side. Alf: Your lands are weak, but your kin is still strong. And I can think of many solutions to this problem. If we tie bonds, not by economy, but by family, the fate of your land will brighten. Unknown: The young girl sitting on the throne’s left, but a nervous teenager who had just learned to take care of her younger siblings, stiffened. She was terrified, for the young king Alf had during his account laid his eyes on her. The old king clasped his palms and raised a horn in the air. Sigtruda: That is it. Tonight, we feast for the alliance of our kins! Skål!” Unknown: A roar was heard and the villagers were summoned to prepare the feast for the two kings. Meanwhile, the frail little girl, Alfhild Lathgertha, had escaped into her mother’s hut. Her mother was smitten by Alfhild’s tears and embraced her daughter in her bosom. “So, so,” she said, awkwardly trying to comfort the child, who knew her mother had once endured the same event. With them was also her closest friend, Tora, who appeared fierier with reddish flaming hair and a constant wrinkle formed upon her forehead. Tora: Oh, curse that bloody king! Mother Gudrun looked at her with a warning gaze. Tora: Why should he take her away from us? He steals gold and treasure from Miklagård, but do we know he was the one who did the deed? Could it not be his servants or warriors? What more does he know? Does he have a big kingdom? Is he a good man? Look at his face, the giants were fairer!” Gudrun: We must not speak like that. It is not our place. Unknown: Gudrun was still stroking the long blonde hair of Alfhild. Tora, with two wrinkles on her forehead now, took Alfhild by the shoulder and whispered something in her ear. Then she disappeared out of the tent. Gudrun looked at Tora and then back at Alfhild, with tears of pity filling her large eyes. Later that night the two kings were discussing their affair. Sigtruda and Alf were in agreement that Alfhild was the most fitting daughter to be transferred to Alf’s court. However, when Alf inquired on her whereabouts, the hall went silent. Sigtruda: Alfhild? Where’s my daughter? From behind the throne, the mother of the house, stepped forward with a certain calm in her stride. Gudrun: I believe you will not find her here anymore. Unknown: The old king looked at Gudrun as if she had been a ghost. Sigtruda: What do you mean? Is she not here to welcome her suitor? Shame on- Gudrun: I don’t think she is meaning to come. I suspect she has already left the village. Unknown: And so she had. While the longhouse was filled with dread and bitterness, Alfhild and Tora had made their way down to the boats. They threw oversized fur pelts in the water, costumes they had used to disguise themselves. Tora took them upon a boat that had belonged to her wretched father once, I say once, now it was theirs. Back in the hall, the flames upon the fireplaces lining up the longhouse were weak. It was if the air inside had suddenly become frailer, and king Alf was struggling to breathe. He puffed and hummed, with a stormy red spreading over his throat and face. Alf: King Sigtruda, as joyeous this occasion has been, I am afraid I will have to take my leave in order to resort to my duty. Finding my wife! King Alf slammed the end of his unsheathed battle-axe into the table. A roar lifted the longhouse as King Alf led his men out of the longhouse and toward the boats. [END LOG] The persons mentioned here are part fiction and part historical characters. Alfhild Lathgertha is mentioned briefly in sagas of the 14th century but has never been able to be tied to an actual person and king Sigtruda has been documented as a Geatish chief ruling in the 8th century. Local historians argue that the most probable place of burial is the colloquially named Sigtruda Hill located in the western parts of Sweden. However, there are no existing mentions of a king named Alf during this time period. Geatish settlements during the 6th century. [OPEN LOG] At this point we were in a trance-like condition. However, there was a calmness in it all, like we were carried on by a pair of warm hands. Our environments shifted. We saw these two young women set up camp somewhere else and recruit fellow young women from the surrounding societies. At the same time, we could see this furious chieftain riling his men up and sailing along the coast. Hard weather hindered him, and mists concealed the company of these women. One night, he finally reached the final point of the coastline with his boat and the voice continued. Unknown: Alfhild and Tora had gathered a small group of women from villages along the coast. Many had left their lives longing for a new life or an escape. Now they stood on the desolate cliffs where the sea winds howled to greet King Alf. The young king left his longboat and met Alfhild’s wide eyes with his determined gaze. Alf: Come, Alfhild. You don’t need to run anymore. You will be safe with me! Our two kins together will make your homeland thrive again! Unknown: King Alf grinned, just like he was used to do. Alfhild felt a surge of fear and desperation. Tora stepped forward and grabbed her friend’s arm. Tora: Go ahead fool. If you want your lovely concubine, show us you deserve her.” Alfhild urged Tora not to aggravate him, and the king's men joined him on the cliff. Tora: You need your men’s help to take me on, king? Unknown: The king made a signal with his axe, in order to get his men back into the boat. He spun his battle-axe in his arm and threw himself forward into the battle. Tora: First, one must learn to use the size, and momentum of the enemy and learn to use your own. Unknown: The big man had ended up swinging his big axe into the ground. He growled and turned to swing at Tora again. Tora: Then, one uses his lost footing. Unknown: The king missed his swing and trembled. Tora took one step forward and gave him a kick, sending him backwards. Alfhild, the once fearful maiden felt a newfound courage when she watched her friend use this unknown knowledge to humiliate this clumsy warrior. Tora: Lastly, you need to use your wits, and use tricks. Unknown: Alf made a roaring sound and swung his legs along the ground, turning Tora upside down. The confident Tora panted at the ground, and Alf sat himself on top of her. The women of Alfhild’s party had switched their emotion from inspiration to despair as they saw the big man raising his battle-axe. And that was the moment Alfhild saw her guiding light and tackled the king. The surprise on his face mirrored the shock of the crashing waves below as Alfhild’s strikes landed true. The mouth of the king had turned red, his teeth were not visible, if existent at all. Alfhild dared to stand up first when Tora had landed a firm kick into his cheek. She handed the battle-axe of King Alf to Alfhild. One of Alf's men: That was not a fair fight! Unknown: Alfhild had a quickened breath but resonated a quiet strength. She called back, Alfhild: Fairness is a luxury. We fight not for fairness, but for freedom. She put a foot on the face of the weak man below her. Alfhild: But if it is fairness you want, I wonder how many conquests this man really did in Miklagård. And how many, he would not reward his company for. The men in the boat lowered their shoulders and whispered nervously. Alfhild waited for a wave to strike, and then swung the axe into the sky and followed its movement down into the man’s throat. The novice turned warrior turned to examine the longboat and the pale faces of the warriors. Alfhild: We fight for freedom. [END LOG] Sigtruda hill, tumulus assumed to belong to 8th century king Sigtruda. Addendum 7414-2 The following is a transcription of what occurred as the second stone, SCP-7414-2 was viewed. [OPEN TRANSCRIPT] The surrounding areas darkened once again and was shrouded in a thick mist. The mist cleared up and revealed a moving surface, soon splashing against rocks and cliffs. The rune stones were replaced with men and women rowing a longboat forward, fanning the sailors on board, and leaving a frothy wake in its wake. The narrating voice from above began with a thunderous noise. Unknown: Alfhild Lathgertha first met with the darkness when she was raiding the settlements of Lochlann. She was by now a proud warrior, with shining rustling armor, a sword smelt by the most cunning smiths and a decorated shield of oak. She had built and rebuilt a boat and gone from 26 pair of oars to 36. There was a feeling of invincibility, and a feeling that no one would question or challenge her with her loyal company. That feeling persisted until the day she met Katla. Katla was no ordinary fiend, she would chill the sea, spreading a mist around her, and almost still the blood of ones near her. However, when she slithered on to the thick ice that had emanated from under her, she was more out for a talk, than a massacre. When Alfhild ordered “Attack!” on the dark body that slowly surrounded her boat one day she found herself slowing down, and her company freezing in place. For the sea that had recently surrounded their boat was all of a sudden an uneven surface of ice while the air had filled with frosty particles. To her horror, she found she was the only one on the boat that could move forward reasonably, and the only one on the boat, who found two globes of reptilian eyes open to stare right at her. And where was she to escape? Katla I’m ssorry. Is that the cold shaking you up? Or do you fear my figure? Katla rose up revealing her matte underside. Alfhild had backed up onto the stern of the boat and held tightly onto a shield. Alfhild: What do you want with us beast? Take us to Helheim if you must, do not doubt it. We have no defense. Unknown: Katla revealed a set of fangs, spreading her mouth in what could only be a serpent’s equivalent of a smile. Katla: You are, mistaken little Alfhild. There are many sisters of mine in this world, but we are not all destined for Ragnarök. I am Katla, and I have been following you since you in so extraordinary fashion killed that ugly ccchharlatan. Katla enunciated this last word with a hissing sound and squinted her eyes in disgust. Alfhild: Are- are you a Lindworm? Child of Jǫrmungandr? Katla: I am here, to warn you. The fins of the scaley serpent rose. Alfhild: Wha-, what? Of what? Katla: You have taken your newly found powers, and used them of such a degree that we have had to lay our eyes on you. Do you think… It isss normal of you, a f- female, to wreak havoc upon the sea? It is too much noise. Katla, who was the same approximate size of the whole ship, circled the ship and closed in on Alfhild with her head. Katla: You have treaded, untouched waters, and disssssturbed Her. Do not go close to sea again. Stay on land, the rest of your life. She has already started her hunt. Tora: Stay on land… For all life!?" From behind, this quivering voice of a shivering body had slowly risen. It was Tora, hugging herself tightly for warmth. Katla gestured with her head towards the shore, instantly melting a path of streaming water for the longboat. Katla: It is your fate. Katla loosened her grip of the longboat, and retreated off the boat. Alfhild: W-, wait, wait Katla! Who is this creaure that you speak of? Who have we disturbed?! Katla slithered across the ice and made her way towards the ocean. Katla: My ssssister. [END TRANSCRIPT] Early depiction of a Lindworm, in this case Fáfnir from the germanic legend of Sigurd found on the Sigurd Stone close to Eskilstuna, Sweden. The transcription reveals a common symbol within Norse legend and mythology, the Lindworm. Lindworms are the north germanic equivalent of dragons, much alike the British Wyvern and the French Guivre. They are often included in legends and on rune inscriptions. One such serpent is depicted circling the surface of SCP-7414-2. Addendum 7414-3 Alfhild Lathgertha's route, as depicted by SCP-7414. [OPEN TRANSCRIPT] The skies darkened and the rune stones vanished. A ship had landed by a seaside that had not been there a few minutes ago. The company of the ship hurriedly entered a longhouse, situated not long from the beach. Unknown: The proud Alfhild Lathgertha, former raider of the seas, now raider of the country, had waited for word from across the sea. The messengers came into the well-lit longhouse with exasperated and fearful expressions. Messenger: My highness. The first messenger sat down on one knee. Messenger: The king, is very unwell. Your home is in dire need of a princess. As you know, there are no brothers to take his place. The longhouse was shaken by the thrusting winds of the ocean. Alfhild pondered, and did not seem to reveal any emotion at this message. Alfhild: What of the queen? Messenger: Yes, what may have exacerbated the king’s condition… In a violent fever, the queen, was swept away not long ago. She is dead, my highness. The sky thundered and Alfhild had remarkably tensened the grip of her chair. Alfhild: Is my mother dead?! The fronting messenger had suddenly become so small in body, he averted himself from her eyes. Messenger: Y- yes, my highness, yes. The lighting in her eyes shone as a reflection of the fireplace. Alfhild: Tora! The loyal shieldmaiden came forward. Alfhild: Prepare all of the boats, assemble all that we have got. We will give them three days. then we move toward Geataland1. Unknown: And so on the third day a fleet of eight longboats left the land of Lochlann to go home. Alfhild Lathgertha gave orders to avoid the open sea, and so the trip was slower than usual. They travelled along the coast, and made for the coast of Jutland with several stops along the way. The company eventually came to fill with stressful worry, that seem to have emanated from Alfhild herself. Tora consulted her. Tora: They are having nightmares, they get so little sleep… Some talk about an invisible voice following them. Unknown: Alfhild had to restrain herself, for she had also heard whispers from the waters around them. Whispers from the deep, revealing that the difference between a dark secret and a truth is not always so stark. Alfhild made her best effort to brush concerns aside, and soon the small fleet had rounded Jutland and were ready to cross the Kattegat. A high-pitched wail was heard, making the rowers cover their ears. Unknown: Nausea and headaches spread as a violent screeching noise pierced the ears of the sailors. Alfhild: Go on! Do not fear, we are almost by the shore! Unknown: The shieldmaiden Alfhild Lathgertha attempted to incite some morale in her people. Even the robust Tora had to cover her ears. Unknown: Ssso, here you are, Alfffhild. Stuck in the sssea. Maybe you should have ssstayed on land. Alfhild shivered, and scouted the areas around the boat but did not find the source of the hissing voice. She wielded her battle-axe and told her people to stand ready. Alfhild: What do you want from us?” she screamed from the top of her lungs, but received no immediate answer. Unknown: Punishment. Screaming warriors had been thrown out of one of the longboats to their starboard, a splash of water revealed a punctured boat that quickly capsized. Warriors stood in schock with gaping jaws. Alfhild made her way to starboard, signalling for other ships to pick up the warriors aboard. Alfhild: I have heard of you, in my dreams, you have spoken to me! Are you the guardian of forbidden knowledge? In that case, I have trespassed on your realm. But not my people! Spare my people, I am their leader, I am responsible! At this, a powerful wave struck their ship so that Alfhild had to hold on and not be swept by the gushing wave onboard. The groaning rowers had been swept by their feet onto their backs. Another longboat, to their portside was suddenly shrinking rapidly. Alfhild: No! She commanded the sailors to get the boat closer to those now laying straddling in the sea to their left. Alfhild: These people did not choose this life. I did. It is only I who have broken the ancient accord! Tora: To hell we did not! Tora stepped forward, drawing her sword. Tora:I chose this life, I chose this life by Alfhild Lathgertha, the true ruler of our people. I have heard your name in my dreams, harbinger of shadows, and I will find delight in your unraveling. Alfhild made a meagre attempt of protesting but Tora was already at the front of the boat, waving her sword. The waves had risen higher and higher. Tora: Our realms are intertwined, our fates as well. Come out, fiend. Come out, Svafnir. Unknown: And there she was. Tora was swept backwards onto her back when masses of water gave way for a shining pale body rising out of the water. The warriors onboard either took cover or jumped ship. Alfhild shook with fear. In front of the ship, a weathered being shook its head, widened its nostrils and revealed two blood-filled eye sockets. Tora leaped onto her feet and roared, throwing her sword at the being. Svafnir screeched as the sword separated a plate of scaly armour from the white serpent. In the next moment a yellow substance shot out from the screeching serpent, hitting Tora across her body. She went down screaming. Alfhild: Tora! Svafnir jerked its body forward toward her. Svafnir: Why, how you petty worldly humans misunderstand… I am no guardian. I have not pursued you out of duty or lust… But because of hunger. Your ssstench draws me, it angers me, and now, I will rid you of it. The serpent jerked in a different direction, and circled the ship. Alfhild ran toward Tora, and tended to her unconscious friend who had a broad wound in her stomach from the acidic substance that Svafnir had spit. She shouted to those few warriors that were still on the ship. Alfhild: Get off! Swim to the closest ship! As Alfhild tried to drag Tora to a safer place, Svafnir screeched and snorted acid across the boat’s side, instantly fretting away the wood. The boat slowly began to take in water. Alfhild sat irresolute by her old friend’s side. She closed her eyes and cried, and begged to herself. Alfhild: Help, help, help. She saw how the big serpent arched her neck and pointed her red eyes directly towards Alfhild and Tora. She pulled Tora to the side in time for the head of Svafnir to come lunging past them, ripping parts of the deck and rocking the ship. Svafnir shook her head. Alfhild swung her axe in the direction of the head, but Svafnir pulled away. Alfhild noticed how the bow was very close to the sea surface and scouted for ways to escape. Before she could make her way anywhere, Svafnir lunged at them again. She threw Tora to her right, while diving the other way. Svafnir again ripped parts of the ship loose and had to shake her head, when moving up again. Tora: Come on, again! Unknown: Alfhild found to her shock, that her bleeding friend now stood on her legs. Tora: Is that all you got, why don’t you hit us again with that venom of yours, I thought you’d be a god, you look more like a worm to me! Svafnir snorted and hissed. She revealed razor sharp teeth and arched back. Alfhild: Tora, stop! Tora: Yes, go ahead and try you pale, lisping bastard! Unknown: Afhild had almost accepted death, when she realized how long they had waited for Svafnir to make a final lunge. It was almost, as if Svafnir had frozen with her head arched and slowly struggled to move. It began, to snow. Svafnir screeched, and jerked her head to her left, as another darker body of scales came out of the deep and sunk its teeth deep into the body of the pale serpent. Svafnir screamed and spit on the way down into the water. Tora lowered her arms and Alfhild could hear the ocean waves again. The two shieldmaidens stood on their sinking ship, finally breathing in a moment of silence. Then the two serpents came out of the sea again, violently thrashing at each other. The pale Svafnir was bleeding and screaming until Katla finally stopped, looking at her wounded sister with a sense of pity. Svafnir screeched with pain and jerked herself backwards, and away. Finally, she disappeared in the horizon. Katla made her way toward the sinking ship, and brought Alfhild and Tora to safety. Unknown: Katla gave Alfhild a final reassuring gaze with her eyes before going down, deep into the sea again. The town of the coast had seen the whole ordeal. A mass of people were lining the streets as the company of Alfhild Lathgertha made their way past the walls and toward the longhouse Alfhild had left so many years ago. Alfhild was shaken and wet, and could barely notice the manner of the townspeople who were kneeling, bowing, and weeping to her sides. She would enter the longhouse, and there lay a withered man who was once her father on a makeshift leather stretcher. And so, the warrior queen Alfhild Lathgertha was promptly accepted as new ruler of this small kingdom of the north. She ruled long and wisely. But the whispers of the Lindworm would follow her through the full course of her life, and remind her that somewhere out there, Svafnir would still be lying in the dark, waiting for her next prey. Tora had these stones erected in memory of Alfhild Lathgertha, serpent-whisperer and queen of the Geats. [END TRANSCRIPT] Footnotes 1. Land of the Geats, cultural name for the area in Scandinavia populated by the Geats. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7414" by Nils Severin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7414. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Name: Bjorketorpsstenarna_3 Author: Joachim Bowin License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bjorketorpsstenarna_3.jpg Additional Notes: Name: Petroglypgh_Ship_Nordic_Bronze_Age_008 Author: Lidingo License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Petroglypgh_Ship_Nordic_Bronze_Age_008.svg Additional Notes: Name: Geatis settlements Author: Ian Mackey License: Public Domain Source Link: https://ian.macky.net/pat/map/scan/scan.html Additional Notes: Edits made by me. 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SCP-7415 - The Quintessential High School Experience We'd be the quintessential leads Who found love in the latter teens I guess we'll wait and see Do you remember the rain? ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} by CowscantgoMoo Item#: 7415 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-115 Director K. Vittnner Sr. Researcher Steele Pi-76 ("Time's Arrow") Darrell High School, circa 1999 Special Containment Procedures: Darrell County is under the direct purview of Site-115. All settlements within ten miles of SCP-7415's outermost perimeter of effect must be evacuated by 2030, using pro-urban life propaganda, economic decay for the surrounding area, and the creation of a false crisis to raise the urgency to move. The perimeter of SCP-7415 must be surrounded by Scranton Reality Anchors (SRA), spaced twenty feet from one another. Outpost-7415 is responsible for monitoring SCP-7415 and SCP-7415-LAUREN. No further action is required. SCP-7415-STEPHEN is on the Foundation Watchlist. Interviews with SCP-7415-STEPHEN are to be conducted annually to assess their mental health. Description: SCP-7415 is a reality-altering area centered around Darrell High School and surrounding Darrell, Texas. SCP-7415 qualifies as a Class-B episodic time loop, where subjects within SCP-7415 are disconnected from their continuity, constantly reverting to their initial physical state when a change occurs.1 SCP-7415's episodic loop is centered around the period of time from June 1975 to May 1976. Residents of SCP-7415 are unaware of this phenomenon, assuming SCP-7415 is a component of baseline reality. When a subject enters SCP-7415, they will experience a cognitohazardous effect that will mentally regress them to their late teens. Subjects that have gone through secondary school will integrate themselves into SCP-7415, reporting feelings of nostalgia and regret. These effects dissipate once the subject is removed from SCP-7415. SCP-7415 is maintained through two Type-Green reality-benders, designated as SCP-7415-STEPHEN and SCP-7415-LAUREN. All reality-benders are seniors at Darrell High School and seem to be aware of their influence on SCP-7415. Discovery: SCP-7415 was discovered in 1998 when the U.S. Department of Education noticed records from Darrell High School indicating that no changes in the student population had occurred since the 1975-1976 school year. After multiple attempts to contact the school failed, a representative was sent to Darrell, Texas. Foundation forces intervened after the representative had been missing for two months. Addendum 7415.1: Observation Logs Upon Foundation intervention, Outpost-7415 was constructed to monitor SCP-7415 on the outskirts of Darrell, Texas. Video surveillance footage of Darrell High School was rerouted to Outpost-7415 for observation. Notable excerpts have been logged below: OBSERVATION LOG Date: September 5th, 1989, 8:53 AM Location: Entrance Context: First day of school after the 1989 summer break. Students converse. «BEGIN LOG» (Students stand by the entrance to the school next to a row of lockers. Idle conversations are made regarding their class and schedules.) Still frame from Observation Log 1, [00:23] (SCP-7415-STEPHEN walks into the building, followed by SCP-7415-LAUREN. They walk down the hallway and stop by their lockers.) Lauren: We’re sharing all of our classes again! Let’s go snag some seats in the back before they’re taken. I brought extra paper to pass notes with. (SCP-7415-STEPHEN glances down at his schedule. The ceiling slowly lowers, decreasing the hallway's height. Camera experiences mild visual distortion.) Stephen: Again? Shouldn’t we try some other classes? Lauren: And leave everyone we know? No, you’re staying with me. Come on, it’ll be fine. Stephen: If you say so. (pause) But- (SCP-7415-LAUREN waves at another student and motions them to come over.) Lauren: Oh, Jenna! Over here! (A student, presumably Jenna, turns around and approaches SCP-7415-LAUREN) Jenna: Lauren! How was your summer break? I haven't seen you in so long! You look so different, I could never! Lauren: Aww, thank you! Honestly, I didn't even try today! I was too busy re-reading my catalog. (The conversation continues with unnotable discussion. Another student approaches SCP-7415-STEPHEN, who has been standing idly.) Student: Hey Stephen, what classes do you have? (Student looks over SCP-7415-STEPHEN's shoulder and reads his schedule.) Student: Ugh, you got Mr. Bobrick and Mrs. Taylor?! Good luck passing those classes man. If I were you, I'd be heading to class. Knowing them, they'd make you write an entire goddamn essay on the first day. (SCP-7415-STEPHEN slowly turns to the student. His face comes into the camera's view, looking dispirited.) Stephen: So? It's not like I’ll need a good grade anyways. (School bell rings. Students clear the hallways. The ceiling stops moving at a height of approximately six feet. SCP-7415-LAUREN coils herself on SCP-7415-STEPHEN’s right arm.) Lauren: Come on, we’ve got to go! (SCP-7415-LAUREN grins as her face enters the camera frame. SCP-7415-STEPHEN slowly follows along, looking slightly agitated. SCP-7415-LAUREN drags SCP-7415-STEPHEN into a classroom.) «END LOG» Notes: SCP-7415 is prone to frequent local reality distortions. Future exploration will require portable Scranton Reality Anchors. OBSERVATION LOG Date: June 2nd, 1991 Location: Gymnasium Context: SCP-7415-LAUREN is giving a speech at a graduation ceremony.2 The interior of the gym was transformed into an expansive garden venue. SCP-7415-STEPHEN is standing behind her.3 «BEGIN LOG» (Sounds of birds chirping.) Lauren: We always seem to find ourselves back here. It's been a great year, a great season, and a great time. There's something haunting about sitting in these chairs, knowing that another year is behind us. But it's also beautiful. It's beautiful that we get to try again. For those of you, that failed your classes, your friendships, and your relationships, you get another chance. For those of you who've had a fantastic year, you get to live through it all over again! Over and over, making new memories and cherishing our old ones. (SCP-7415-LAUREN pauses. Students seem visibly bored and uninterested.) Lauren: When I was younger, and I mean really young, I'd listen to the record player. I mean, I still do, but not nearly as much as I used to. I'd listen to the same songs repeatedly. For hours at a time, I was singing the same melody, and I never tired of it. Now, in my first senior year, I was listening to one vinyl, "Remember the Rain." (SCP-7415-LAUREN appears to be lost in thought. After about five seconds, she speaks.) Lauren: When I listened to it, I was overwhelmed. I realized how lucky I am to be in the position I'm in now. I have a loving boyfriend, amazing friends, and wonderful parents, and in a couple of months, I would be leaving all that behind. Y'all showed me kindness when I thought no one else could. I'm- We are surrounded by the most wonderful people we may ever meet. They've stuck with us through all these years. There is no one that knows us better than the people in this room, no one else that would accept us. (An unidentifiable melody begins playing over the P.A. system. There is significant auditory distortion.) Lauren: I'm so glad I get to spend this time with you. (The camera experiences heavy visual distortion.) Lauren: Thanks for coming. I'll see you all next year. (Sounds of cheering and applause. All students remain seated and unmoving.) «END LOG» Notes: Analysis of cognitohazardous material within the log bears similarities with other documented anomalies. Containment protocols have been updated to prevent hindrances in research and exploration. A CRV (Cognitive Resistance Value) above 16 is recommended. Addendum 7415.2: Exploration Preparations Members of MTF Pi-76 were screened for their potential resistance to SCP-7415. Agent Miranda Martinez was chosen as the final candidate. The following briefing was conducted to finalize these results: PERSONNEL BRIEFING Date: October 4th, 1999 Interviewer: Sr. Researcher Stacy Steele Subject: Agent Miranda Martinez «BEGIN LOG» Steele: Alright, I've read through the briefings, but I wanted to hear what you had to say. Martinez: Am I the one going? Steele: You are. Your CRV is pretty high, you hated school, I just want to hear the specifics. Whenever you're ready. Martinez: Well, my mom worked in the military and was moving around. My dad and I followed her around until around the middle of my freshman year. I'd already been hit with the pain of making and losing friends in elementary and middle school, so I didn't really make friends when I arrived. There wasn't really one notable event, it was just a lot of constant little things that added up. The food, the teachers, the people. It was just annoying, all of it. Add that to the fact that my mom wasn't present for most of it, and it becomes my own personal hellhole. Steele: Sorry to hear that. Was there anyone in particular that was close to you? Anyone you might remember? Martinez: Yeah, there was this one girl, Selena. She was the only person I could tolerate. She was in most of my classes, the only one that tried to talk to me when I moved in. The other kids ragged on her a lot through the years, made her the "weird kid." One time they started hiding her things. Anytime she was gone, they'd take her pens, her water bottle, she had this necklace she loved, last gift from her mother, and they hid it. When she couldn't find them, she just went to the bathroom and cried. That's when I knew that they were irredeemable. Steele: That's awful. Martinez: It's not even that, it's that these kids were the "popular" ones. They weren't popular, they were just flashy and we knew their names! When I found out what happened, I went and gave them flat tires. All of them. Fuckers deserved it. Worst years of my life. Steele: What happened to her after you graduated? Do you keep in touch? Martinez: No, we got into a fight near the end of it and didn't makeup. I don't know what happened to her. I don't even remember what the fight was about. I just regret losing my only friend. Steele: Okay, I think you're fit to go in. Your CRV will make up for any nostalgia you still have. Keep a sharp mind and check in with us regularly. I'll be on the other end. Martinez: Do I just go in there and do surveillance? Steele: No, we have a plan. «END LOG» Notes: Agent Martinez's negative experience with secondary school and high CRV (Cognitive Resistance Value) allows for a greater chance of resistance to SCP-7415's cognitohazardous effects. Agent Martinez has been tasked with going into SCP-7415 and attempting to extract SCP-7415-STEPHEN and SCP-7415-LAUREN. Due to the low rate of success associated with extracting reality-benders, Martinez will also place Reality Anchors at focal points4 of SCP-7415, diminishing its effect, and allowing for more standard containment protocols. Agent Martinez has been equipped with a handheld Hume reader and a portable Scranton Reality Anchor. Addendum 7415.3: Interviews After establishing herself within SCP-7415, Agent Martinez isolated 7415-STEPHEN and SCP-7415-LAUREN to convince them into containment under the pretense of college preparations. INTERVIEW Date: October 9th, 1999 Interviewer: Agent Martinez Subject: Stephen Rainer (SCP-7415-STEPHEN) «BEGIN LOG» Martinez: Good afternoon Stephen. Take a seat. (SCP-7415-STEPHEN sits down. He looks around the room and then back at Martinez.) Stephen: Oh, did it happen again? Martinez: Did what happen again? Stephen: You’re just here to talk right? You’ve never been here before and you want to talk. Martinez: Yes, I want to talk about your future aspirations. Where do you see yourself in five years? (Stephen stares blankly at Martinez. He then stands and begins pacing around the room.) Stephen: I can only do so much. If you’ve got any ideas for what to do next, I’m open to it, but otherwise, I don’t see how this’ll help. Martinez: Have you considered leaving Darrell altogether? If you’re bored, then it’s time to get out and stop this. Stephen: (pauses) No, I'm a good boyfriend. I’d never leave Lauren like that. Besides, as long as we have each other…. (SCP-7415-STEPHEN trails off. He begins mumbling to himself.) Martinez: You might as well do it. (SCP-7415-STEPHEN looks up. Small tears swell up in his eyes.) Martinez: Talk with her when you can. You can still be together after graduation. If you don’t try, you’ll be stuck doing the same thing every year. Stephen: But what if- Martinez: Listen. There’s nothing for you here. Everything loses its shine if you linger. You said you were bored, right? Stephen: Yeah? Martinez Well, you’ll only going to get more bored. Rip the band-aid off now before it’s too late. Stephen: (sighs) Well, thanks for being here. (Martinez watches SCP-7415-STEPHEN as he gets up and opens the door.) Stephen: Even if I made you up. (SCP-7415-STEPHEN leaves the room.) «END LOG» INTERVIEW Date: October 9th, 1999 Interviewer: Agent Martinez Subject: Lauren Campbell (SCP-7415-LAUREN) «BEGIN LOG» Martinez: Hello, Lauren. Have a seat. (SCP-7415-LAUREN nervously takes a seat. Her eyebrows furrow as she looks at Agent Martinez.) Martinez: I've noticed that you haven't filled out any applications for college, so I just wanted to ask why. Lauren: (stiffly) Ask why I haven't applied? Martinez: Yes, what's holding you back? The school's been wondering why you haven't done any planning. Lauren Why do I need to? Everything's fine here. I don't have to go. Martinez: (sighs) Look, you can't- Lauren: I can't just leave everybody behind! I tried so hard to get here, I'm not losing it because some stuffy official comes over and tells me to leave it! Martinez: If that's the issue, then we can arrange- Lauren: (ranting) Don't you remember being a senior? How much fun you had? If you had the chance, I bet you'd want to be a teenager again. Just because I have that chance doesn't mean you can take it away from me! (SCP-7415-LAUREN quickly gets up from her chair and leans over the desk, pointing at Agent Martinez.) Lauren: I don't know where you people are coming from, but you need to stay in your lane. I'll tell you what I told that other guy: Don't fuck with me. I can do things you wouldn't believe. (SCP-7415-LAUREN angrily leaves the room and slams the door. The walls shake from the impact. Several seconds pass.) Martinez: (sighs) 'Course it didn't work, you can't convince benders. (Martinez pulls out her handheld Hume detector.) Martinez: Time for Plan B. «END LOG» Addendum 7415.4: Exploration Logs Outpost-7415 has identified three focal points of SCP-7415. Agent Martinez is tasked with verifying these focal points and placing reality anchors to effectively contain SCP-7415. The logs have been transcribed separately, as a result of cutting extraneous footage. EXPLORATION LOG Date: October 9th, 1999 Involved Personnel: Agent Martinez, Sr. Researcher Steele (as Command) Mission: Identify SCP-7415's focal points and place reality anchors «BEGIN LOG» (Martinez roams the hallway, refers to her handheld Hume detector, and turns left. She continues down the corridor and makes several turns.) Martinez: Command, do we know how many focal points there are? Command: Three have been identified. Hume levels are decreasing, so tread carefully. (As Martinez moves through the corridor, the interior progressively falls into disrepair. Light fixtures flicker before failing. Paint peels off of the walls and broken floor tiles are strewn across the floor.) (The Hume detector beeps faster as she approaches a door labeled "Roof Access." As she ascends, its beeps speed up.) Martinez: Command, I’m approaching a focal point. Stand by. (Martinez continues going up the staircase. After several flights, she stops for a break. The Hume detector continues to beep aggressively.) Martinez: (breathing heavily) Command, can you see where I'm at? I've got to be stories up in the sky by now. Command: (distortion) You should- (static) it's getting- (static) you. Martinez: Hello? Steele? Command, do you copy? (She checks her headgear for any physical damage and finds no issue. She pauses and continues.) Martinez: I see a light. I think this is it. Rooftop, not corresponding to the time of day (Martinez accesses the school roof. The sky is pitch black, with clouds covering the sky. Two humanoid figures, bearing resemblance to SCP-7415-STEPHEN and SCP-7415-LAUREN lie on their back, facing the sky. The humanoids, designated as SCP-7415-Sα and SCP-7415-Lα respectively, have no facial features, with their faces being composed of rubber-like, unbroken skin.) (Over the next several minutes, they glance at each other and the sky. A full moon can be seen shining through the clouds. Soft whispers can be heard from the humanoid figures. The only phrases that could be made out are, "Remember," "I love you," and "I wish.") (Martinez finishes setting up the anchor and activates it. Reality begins to stabilize and the rooftop disappears, being replaced with the previous staircase. The top of the stairs leads to another corridor instead of the roof.) Staircase to the roof, replaced with corridors Command: Marrinez? Martinez, are you there? Martinez: Yes, I hear you loud and clear. The first anchor has been dropped off, two more left to go. Command: Were there any issues while comms were cut? Martinez: The same couple from before was there, only they were faceless and didn't notice me. Nothing dangerous at present. Command: Nice to know you're okay. Your video feed has since been re-established. Martinez: Affirmative. (Martinez descends down the stairs, consulting her Hume detector. Extraneous footage has been cut.) «END LOG» EXPLORATION LOG Date: October 9th, 1999 Involved Personnel: Agent Martinez, Sr. Researcher Steele (as Command) Mission: Secure the second focal point of SCP-7415 «BEGIN LOG» (Martinez approaches two double doors labeled "Gymnasium". The Hume detector flashes and beeps wildly.) Martinez: Command, I've located the next focal point in the gymnasium. Command: Copy that. You may proceed. (Martinez enters the gym. The two faceless figures, SCP-7415-Sα and SCP-7415-Lα, are slow-dancing together in the center. All other attendees to the dance are completely motionless and featureless. They are all facing SCP-7415-Lα and SCP-7415-Sα. Slow orchestral music is being played from an unknown source.)5 Martinez: Command, I'm getting high Hume readings in this room. You getting the video? Command: Yes, place the SRA in the center of the room. (SCP-7415-Lα and SCP-7415-Sα continue dancing as the music plays. Martinez stands still and watches.) Command: Hello, Miranda? Can you hear me? Place the anchor and get out of there. (The couple continues dancing. Martinez remains unresponsive.) Command: We're suspecting that the cognitohazard was stronger than your CRV. Screening an auditorial counter meme. (Countermeme-2417 is played through Martinez's headphones. Martinez regains awareness.) Martinez: (groans) God, my head. Command? You there? Command: Yes, place down the anchor and activate it. Find the last location and get out. Martinez: Roger that. (Martinez places and activates the reality anchor. Once activated, all figures within the gym dematerialize and the gymnasium is left empty. The anchor beeps twice.) Martinez: Who would ever want to stay in a place like this? «END LOG» EXPLORATION LOG Date: October 9th, 1999 Involved Personnel: Agent Martinez, Sr. Researcher Steele (as Command) Mission: Secure the third and final focal point of SCP-7415 «BEGIN LOG» (Martinez walks through a dimly lit hallway. No other doors are present. She walks for several minutes before coming across a single door, which she opens and goes through.) Dimly lit corridor within SCP-7415 (Martinez enters the classroom, filled with approximately 20 students, all of whom lack facial features, with SCP-7415-Sα and SCP-7415-Lα seated at the front. A faceless figure addresses the class as the teacher. “FUTURE PLANS” is written on the chalkboard.) Teacher: (mid-lecture) Well, it’s part of growing up. Y’know, I remember what it was like when I was your age. I remember living my senior year like it was my last. This is the last time you’ll have the freedom to do what you want without any of the major responsibilities. Look around at the people in this class with you. There’s a high chance that you’ll never see these people again after you graduate. You’ll move away, you’ll get a job somewhere else, and you’ll start a new life. And you’ll look back on these days fondly because you were young. (Martinez prepares the reality anchor in the back of the class, unnoticed by the figures.) Teacher: Enjoy it while it lasts. Enjoy it while it lasts. Enjoy it while it lasts. (The teacher continues to repeat the phrase until Martinez activates the anchor. The figures disappear, leaving the classroom empty. Martinez gets up and leaves the room. She walks down the hallway, retracing her steps.) Martinez: That's it?! That's all they were scared about? No family issues, no present danger, they're just some kids that don't want to grow up?! It makes no sense. Why would anyone want to do this to themselves? Just live out the worst four years of their life.6 Command: Focus on the mission, Miranda — one more left. Martinez: (scoffs) You can’t tell me what to do. Nobody can. Who do they think they are, forcing everything through this because they’re babies about it? Command: Martinez, are you okay? We’re sending another counter meme, just in case. (Martinez groans in frustration and shuts the receiving end of her headphones. Command is still able to hear Martinez.) Martinez: (screaming) And I put up these anchors and what? They can just continue living their fantasy because they're too scared to get out of their own selfish, fucking heads! Is that it?! Are they just going to float around in their senior year and avoid growing up, while everyone else has to suffer because of them? (scoffs) I’m dragging them out of here, and I'll give them a piece of my mind. «END LOG» EXPLORATION LOG Date: October 9th, 1999 Involved Personnel: Agent Martinez Mission: Exit SCP-7415 «BEGIN LOG» (Martinez reaches the front entrance. Heavy rain hits the front windows with an occasional clap of thunder. A crowd of students blocks the entrance. SCP-7415-LAUREN and SCP-7415-STEPHEN stand at the front, facing Agent Martinez. SCP-7415-LAUREN is visibly agitated.) Lauren: Well, there you are! What have you been doing, sneaking around like that? Martinez: Both of you, turn it off. We’re leaving. Lauren: Turn it off? Turn it off?! (SCP-7415-LAUREN stomps her foot, causing the floor to shift to a sharp incline. Agent Martinez loses her balance and falls toward the crowd, who immediately swarm her.) Lauren: (yelling) I am not letting another nosy outsider mess with this! (The crowd grabs at Agent Martinez’s limbs, holding her down. All members of the crowd are faceless, with their rubber skin sinking into their orifices. Martinez is unable to overpower them.) Lauren: I only wanted this to last! Don’t you remember being a kid? Why would you want to take that away?! (Orchestral music is played from an indiscernible source. SCP-7415-LAUREN approaches Martinez and makes eye contact. The floor levels.) Lauren: (shaking) You have to remember don’t you? Don’t you remember your mom dropping you off at school? All your friends that you’ve known all your life? Your boyfriend treating you to ice cream after a rough test? The football games, the school dances? Remember the smell of the damp carpet after a thunderstorm knocks out power in the middle of class? Can’t you remember the rain?! (Tears begin forming in SCP-7415-LAUREN’s eyes. Agent Martinez struggles for a minute, then spits in SCP-7415-LAUREN’s general direction.) Martinez: Oh, grow up. (SCP-7415-LAUREN’s eyes widen. She clenches her hands into fists and glares at Martinez, mumbling to herself.) Stephen: Uh, Lauren? (SCP-7415-LAUREN turns to face SCP-7415-STEPHEN. Her demeanor visibly relaxes. She gives a slight smile.) Lauren: Stephen! Sorry you have to see this side of me, but I’m doing this for… for us! We just need to- Stephen: Lauren, I don’t know how to say this, but I think the lady is right. We need a break from all this. (SCP-7415-LAUREN smile drops immediately. She takes a step backward.) Lauren: You… you want to leave? Stephen: No, of course not! I’m just saying we can leave together! It’s just gotten a little boring, and- Lauren: Boring?! I’m too boring for you? (SCP-7415-LAUREN takes several steps backward, stepping on one of the crowd member’s arm. It shrieks and lets go of Martinez’s right arm, allowing her to pull out an emergency reality anchor and set it down.) (The crowd members release Martinez and enter a dazed state. They begin to claw at their faces in shock and panic. SCP-7415-LAUREN turns around and notices the member’s autonomy.) Lauren: (panicked) Calm down guys! It’s only temporary, so just, uhm… (Martinez attempts to leave the building but is interrupted by SCP-7415-STEPHEN.) Stephen: (softly) Are you leaving the school? (Martinez glances at the door and then at SCP-7415-LAUREN, who is trying to calm the crowd members. She looks back at SCP-7415-STEPHEN and nods.) Stephen: Then can you…. (SCP-7415-STEPHEN looks longingly at SCP-7415-LAUREN.) Stephen: Take me with you. (Martinez nods again, grabs SCP-7415-STEPHEN's hand, and begins moving towards the exit. SCP-7415-LAUREN notices and attempts to move toward them, tripping on wailing crowd members laying on the floor.) Lauren: STEPHEN! No, don’t go! We can- agh! (SCP-7415-LAUREN trips and falls. She reaches out her hand, tears running down her cheeks.) Lauren: (softly) Please don’t go. (Agent Martinez and SCP-7415-STEPHEN exit the school and approach Outpost-7415. As they distance themselves from SCP-7415’s center, the weather begins to clear and the rain stops.) «END LOG» Addendum 7415.5: Relocation SCP-7415-STEPHEN has since entered Foundation custody. He has been screened for potential issues and given Class-A amnestics. SCP-7415-STEPHEN has demonstrated a lack of reality-bending abilities and has been transferred to a non-anomalous public school to finish their senior year. On June 4th, 2000, a day after SCP-7415-STEPHEN's graduation, Outpost-7415 received a message from SCP-7415: please come back it's not the same without you i'm sorry Following this, SCP-7415 experienced a temporary, but significant dip in Hume levels. No action was taken. Footnotes 1. Unlike Class-A episodic loops, Class-B loops follow a universal baseline temporal continuity, preventing the effects of elapsed time instead of undermining temporal stability. 2. Instead of having graduating seniors, the ceremony was extended to all students regardless of grade level. Due to the lack of temporal progression in SCP-7415, the ceremony served as a celebration for the prior year. 3. This log has been flagged for cognitohazardous properties, as detailed in the description. These properties have been filtered and expunged from the document. 4. Focal points of reality-bending areas are characterized by abnormally high Hume levels in relation to the surrounding area. 5. The music has been flagged for containing nostalgic, cognitohazardous properties. A copy of the audio without these properties has been attached to the log. 6. 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Despite regarding the possibility of itself violating any laws with existential terror, SCP-7416 has been noted to remain largely unbothered by illegal actions taken by other beings, provided said actions do not involve it in any way. SCP-7416 in a temporary containment facility, while Site-47 undergoes construction. Item #: SCP-7416 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7416 is to be kept in a standard biological containment chamber, with a lift frame installed into the center of the floor that can be used to hydraulically elevate SCP-7416 for cleaning. Standard mid-capacity drainage features are to be included in the chamber. SCP-7416 is to be fed a primary meal once per day. The meal consists of a 5-liter solution composed of 60% high-fructose corn syrup, 25% sodium borate, 13% water, and 2% PVA glue. Additional food items1 may be provided upon request or as a reward for providing useful information. Once per week, SCP-7416 is also to be provided with a physical copy of the compiled rulebook of any board game, tabletop game, card game, or sport that it does not yet have complete knowledge of. When it has finished cataloguing the information, if the rulebooks are sufficiently intact they may be sanitized and added to the on-site recreation room. SCP-7416 is to be rinsed once every three days to prevent lesions. Its secretions are to be disposed of following standard non-anomalous biological matter disposal procedures. The following statements have been integrated into the Foundation Code of Conduct and the associated legislation supporting it, in the Specialized Legal Containment Protocols section L-44b: SCP-7416 is to comply with all orders given by Foundation personnel of C-Class or above. SCP-7416 is forbidden from taking actions or inactions that would reveal information to non-Foundation personnel that violates the defined consensus reality. B-Class personnel and above may permit an exemption to this rule strictly for the purposes of preventing greater damages. SCP-7416 is forbidden from killing and/or inflicting severe bodily, mental, spiritual, and/or emotional damage to any Foundation personnel or other sentient beings through action or inaction. B-Class personnel and above may permit an exemption to this rule strictly for the purposes of preventing greater damages. In such cases, SCP-7416 may use non-lethal force to disable offending parties. SCP-7416 is forbidden from exiting any Foundation site and aiding other anomalous items and/or entities from doing so. B-Class personnel and above may permit an exemption to this rule for evacuation or relocation purposes. It is also forbidden to aid non-Foundation personnel in the removal of anomalous items and/or entities from any Foundation site. SCP-7416 is forbidden from revealing any confidential information within the Foundation Code of Conduct and the associated legislature and/or any other Foundation database to persons with insufficient clearance. SCP-7416 is to be given access to a physical copy of the Foundation Code of Conduct to ensure compliance. It is permitted for Foundation personnel to converse with SCP-7416 for interviews, recreational purposes, or legal advice. However, hearing protection is encouraged, and any personnel responsible for instigating a computation cycle with a duration greater than 48 hours may be subject to disciplinary action. Any information yielded by SCP-7416 regarding other potential anomalies is to be recorded. Description: SCP-7416 is an anomalous organism of unknown origin. It appears as a large, grub-like creature coated in a thick layer of pinkish blubber. It has a complex mouth structure on its head, bearing four large pedipalps it uses to manipulate objects and aid in ingestion, and three eyes are located on either side of its head. Its body excretes a mucus-like substance that, while not anomalous, causes severe migraines when ingested. Its body is approximately 6.3m long and 2.7m high, and it weighs roughly 6 metric tons. It is capable of gastropodal locomotion at a top speed of 0.14 m/s. SCP-7416 is intelligent and fully sapient. It is capable of complex vocalizations and is fluent in a wide variety of languages,2 both mundane and alien. SCP-7416 identifies itself under the name "Lawbert", but will respond to its numerical SCP designation without complaint. When conversing, SCP-7416 frequently speaks with no regard for sentence flow and instead continues speaking in rapid run-on sentences containing its entire statement. It uses an abnormal grammatical structure and vocabulary, as well as near-constant references to various legal systems it has knowledge of. SCP-7416 speaks in a hoarse, screeching, nasal tone. When agitated, it can reach volumes in excess of 112 dB. SCP-7416 displays an extreme fixation with laws, legal systems, and legality in general. It has the stated goal of identifying, cataloguing, and following all laws currently in existence across the universe and any extant dimensions attached to such. The anomaly bears extensive knowledge of an unknown quantity of these legal systems, many of which are anomalous and/or alien in origin. Current figures provided by SCP-7416 are that it has completely catalogued 28,031 different legal systems, ranging widely in scale and complexity. SCP-7416 completely refuses to take any action defined as illegal by any of the systems it has knowledge of at any time, for any reason. Despite regarding the possibility of itself violating any laws with existential terror, SCP-7416 has been noted to remain largely unbothered by illegal actions taken by other beings, provided said actions do not involve it in any way. It may still complain when witnessing the aforementioned infractions. If SCP-7416 holds a positive opinion of another being, it may warn of potential legal infractions more softly, or interject with legal advice that it deems potentially useful. + Show Interview Log 7416-N-09 - Hide Interview Log Interview Log 7416-N-09 Interview Date: 9/2/2006 Interviewer: Dr. Sambre, later joined by Dr. Kellan Interviewee: SCP-7416 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Sambre: Good afternoon, SCP-7416. I appreciate you agreeing to an interview. SCP-7416: Greetings Doctorate Sambre it is 1:59 PM EST and 27 seconds. Your statement of afternoon is factual and good and not bad! Dr. Sambre: Excellent, I'm glad to hear it. Now then, I have some questions for you regarding your stance on laws. SCP-7416: Veritably. My stance on laws is Yes. Dr. Sambre: Alright. I'll mark that down, but I may have to ask you to be a bit more specific. Why is your stance on laws "Yes"? SCP-7416: Multitudinous reasons including the known factual that legality is right and just and sexy but also self-preservation. Standard to majority of lifeforms including mineself. Dr. Sambre: Self-preservation? How so? SCP-7416: In any law-having system compliance is considered ideal and inoffensiveable. Therefore if one were to follow all laws across all legal systems under and beyond the heavens then no greater power or structure will have reason to enact harm. SCP-7416: I seek this state. If I obey the edicts of big Bob then I shall not be bobbed upon and if I follow the laws of physics then physics will not send me to science jail. Dr. Sambre: That's… an interesting interpretation. SCP-7416: Yes thank you I like it very much. Formal requisition request for pickled egg. SCP-7416 is given a pickled egg. Dr. Sambre: So, on that last example. You're saying that everything you do follows our defined scientific laws? SCP-7416: Yes the second except for when laws of higher authority and/or relevance would dictate otherwise. Dr. Sambre: Can you give me an example of such a situation? SCP-7416: Yes the third. Every Thursday I am required by the Interspherical Bureau of Temporal Conservation's guidelines for this locale to experience the passage of time at 87% of your defined constant speed of 1 second per 1 second. SCP-7416: You should all probably also do that to avoid potential fines. Dr. Sambre: I see, I'll take that into consideration. Tell me more about this inter— At this point, Dr. Kellan quickly opens the door to the containment chamber and stands in the doorframe. Dr. Kellan: Hey, Lawbert. Quick question. Dr. Sambre: —Gareth. We are in the middle of an interview. This is highly improper. SCP-7416: Doctorate Sambre! This Gareth the Kellan is in violation of Foundation code of conduct subsection 92 chapter 7 clause 44! Dr. Kellan: It's, ah, time-sensitive. Urgent. Lawbert, do you know anything about the rules for one "Brotherhood of the Traitorous Fangs"? Specifically regarding threats of "mass hemorrhage". SCP-7416 visibly pulsates for 2 seconds. SCP-7416: Psalm the Seventh of the Molar Wyrm states that "Foes shall be undone by their roots, and blood shall flow from their mouths and brains like the rivers of Kybbal". SCP-7416: Howeverly Psalm the Third may override this by forbidding any silver held in the mouth from being tainted by violence. The year 1607 Thompson vs. Third Incisor-Lord Hanaag verdict ruled that hemorrhage may not be inflicted upon any being holding greater than 3 metric grams of silver in their teeth. Dr. Kellan: Excellent, thank you. Dr. Kellan rapidly exits the room. Dr. Sambre sighs before standing up. Dr. Sambre: That'll have to be all for today, SCP-7416. I have to go find out what's happening. [END LOG] - Hide Interview Log Due to the amount and complexity of the legal systems SCP-7416 has knowledge of, cases where multiple laws contradict each other are unavoidable. When this occurs, SCP-7416 immediately enters a dormant "computation" state where it does not respond to outside stimuli and is completely unaware of the outside world. During this time its entire body pulsates at various frequencies and significant mental activity can be observed via MRI. This state lasts until SCP-7416 is able to formulate a logical interpretation of the laws in question or establish a hierarchy between them that resolves the paradox. At this point SCP-7416 resumes normal activity, usually by loudly proclaiming its conclusions, and the computation cycle is resolved. To date, the duration of SCP-7416's computation cycles have ranged from a recorded minimum of 43 seconds to a recorded maximum of 219 days.3 The average duration of a cycle is 13.7 hours. SCP-7416 is capable of anomalously copying information into its brain structure, the process of which involves the placement of any physical medium of information4 into the mouth using the pedipalps, followed by an aggressive sucking action that is maintained for an extended period of time. The duration of this period varies depending on the size and density of the media given, but typically ranges from 3-28 hours. Once catalogued, there are currently no known methods of removing legal information from SCP-7416, as it has demonstrated selective immunity to amnestics.5 SCP-7416 has demonstrated potent telekinetic abilities on multiple occasions, as well as the ability to alter aspects of its physiology through sheer mental exertion. Both abilities are used by SCP-7416 exclusively for the purposes of ensuring that it at no time takes any action viewed as illegal by any of the legal systems it has knowledge of. + Show Interview Log 7416-K-04 - Hide Interview Log Interview Log 7416-K-04 Interview Date: 10/16/198█ Interviewer: Agent Andropov Interviewee: SCP-7416 Interview Context: Approximately 3 hours and 46 minutes prior to the interview, at 7:30 PM Site-47 underwent a routine lockdown drill. However, twelve at-the-time undiscovered Chaos Insurgency agents had infiltrated the site by way of smuggling themselves in barrels of ███████ en route to the onsite biochemical testing lab. Having no knowledge of the drill, the agents assumed that they had been discovered and immediately began attempting a hostile takeover of the Site. In the ensuing chaos, one of the enemy agents entered SCP-7416's containment chamber and, for unknown reasons potentially including surprise, discharged their firearm into SCP-7416's left flank. SCP-7416 was largely unharmed, but began to screech before telekinetically generating an impact against its attacker with an estimated force of 840 kilojoules,6 instantly killing them. At the time of the interview, all enemy agents have been detained and all anomalies fully recontained. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Andropov: Hello, SCP-7416. I'm going to be asking you some questions about today's incident. SCP-7416: Affirmative. Standard post-security breach protocol step 9. Agent Andropov: Yes. Now first, did you notice anything unusual before the lockdown drill began? [11 MINUTES OF IRRELEVANT DATA EXPUNGED] SCP-7416: —36 total infractions. Agent Andropov: Alright. Now, we have it on record that approximately three and a half hours ago, an intruder entered your containment chamber and fired a total of eleven shots at you, all of which hit. Is this correct? SCP-7416: Veritably. It was hurtsome but far more importantly the assailant in question was violating a concerning amount of rules and guidelines. United States federal law— Agent Andropov: —That will have to wait. Was this particular injury life-threatening to you? SCP-7416: Negatory in conjunction with edict the whateverth of Spiff Code.7 Agent Andropov: Then please tell us why you killed your attacker. We would have liked to avoid you doing so. SCP-7416: Simplicity. Bullet the sixth entered the leftwards lobe and ruptured mine n'thoog gland. Agent Andropov: And was this potentially fatal? SCP-7416: Negatory. Howeverly from Galactic Standard Year 14028 onwards all n'thoog that doth physically exist is the legal property of emperor Yasech-Tu for it sustains his lordliness. In addition commandment the third of Yasech-Tu dictates that any assault upon the property of the emperor is required to be met with maximum available force from all hands present. SCP-7416: The commandments of Yasech-Tu were and are highly controversial but ultimately were deemed legal by cosmic peers. Also it is highly improbable yet fortuitous that all earthling life has evolved without the need for n'thoog as it means that the bilial sucker-fleets have no reason to come here. Agent Andropov: I see. Agent Andropov pauses to take two aspirin before responding. Agent Andropov: I am assuming that you have determined these laws to take priority over opposing laws laid forth on earth? SCP-7416: Veritably. He was here first and is also larger than all recorded earthling judges. [END LOG] - Hide Interview Log + Show Incident Log 7416-I-24 - Hide Incident Log Incident Log 7416-I-24 Incident Date: 4/17/2017 Incident Context: Following a containment breach by SCP-████, all personnel and other anomalies kept at Site-47 were in the process of evacuating to the minimum safe distance of 5 miles, where they would remain for 3 hours while the onsite sterilization protocol was engaged. SCP-7416 had been loaded into a large disguised transport vehicle, and was accompanied by Agents Scott and Greene, as well as Researcher Haldings and Security Officer Novotny. Novotny was driving the vehicle, and the other personnel were seated on benches adjacent to SCP-7416. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Scott: …Fuck. They couldn't have used anything that maybe didn't give you cancer? Sec. Officer Novotny: It will not be problem. We will be outside of radius. Agent Greene: Look, we had a bit of a slow start getting the payload here onboard, but as long as nothing else goes wrong- Audible groans from Agent Scott and Researcher Haldings. Researcher Haldings: Why. Why did you have to say it. Agent Greene: I'm sorry, what? Agent Scott: You said the magic words. Our fate is sealed. Good run, Haldings. Good run. Agent Greene: Oh. Oh, I see. Grow up, you two, I'm no reality-bender. Neither pessimism nor superstition will improve the situation right now. Researcher Haldings: Look, I—I know that there's no proven correlation, but I'm pretty sure there's at least one temptable fate-entity out there. It probably has a number. SCP-7416: Law of comedy the 28th states that upon expressing relief of exiting danger-zone or sarcasm-ticly questioning potential for situation to worsen worsening shall occur 70% of the time. Depending on local swans we may be under funnyman jurisdiction and therefore eligible to receive bad news. Agent Scott: See? Whatever that was probably means he agrees with us. Sec. Officer Novotny: Honda. Researcher Haldings: What? Sec. Officer Novotny: Honda in front of us. Going 23 in a 40. All are silent for a moment. Agent Scott: SEE?! Researcher Haldings: OHGODIWASJOKINGIDIDN'TMEANITIDON'TWANTCANCER AGAIN— Agent Greene: —CALM DOWN! Calm down! We can pass them—No, they're civilians, then they'd be left in the decontamination field, shit— Agent Scott: Hey, Val, pass them. Security Officer Novotny begins accelerating to pass the other vehicle. As soon as the transport begins to cross the center line, SCP-7416 begins screaming at an extreme volume. The transport is telekinetically dragged back into the right lane, and slowed to 23 mph. Agent Scott: —Christ! Sec. Officer Novotny: Lawbert. Why do you do this to us. SCP-7416: Center line is solid which is standard indicationment of no-passing zone. I refuse to move in a criminal manner. Agent Greene: You aren't driving! SCP-7416: Article 90 subsection A paragraph 3 states that a passenger of adult age may be considered an accomplice to- Researcher Haldings: Okay. Okayokayokay. Fuck. Okay. Agent Scott: We're cooked. Researcher Haldings seizes Agent Scott's handgun from its holster, and points it at SCP-7416. Agent Scott: Hey, what the hell are— SCP-7416: Agent Greene! Researcher Haldings is in violation of— Researcher Haldings: —Fuck. Alright, Lawbert, I'm—I'm holding you hostage. And forcing you to comply, so that means you legally aren't responsible for stopping us. Is this—Is this better now? Can we do the thing that lets us not die? SCP-7416: Mine life is not endangered from small-arms fire however your legal argument is sufficiently admissible in court of law. Proceed with maneuvre. The transport passes the other vehicle and begins accelerating without issue. As soon as the transport returns to the right, Haldings lowers the firearm. Greene looks out the rear window at the other vehicle. Agent Scott: Hooo. Alright, we're in the clear. Researcher Haldings: You guys will stick up for me later, right? I had to do it to get us all out. SCP-7416: Do not exceed 40 imperial miles per unimperial hour. Agent Greene: …Isn't that the site director driving the Honda? [END LOG] - Hide Incident Log Addendum 6/7/2018: As of this date, the SCP-7416 Anomalous Legislature Decompilation Initiative has been approved and enacted. The 7416-ALDI consists of SCP-7416 being given access to dictation equipment for the purposes of transcribing unknown legal information relevant to the Foundation's interests and maintained operation, under supervision of Foundation personnel to ensure coherence and relevance. Any relevant portions of material transcribed in this way are to be stored and catalogued accordingly. Footnotes 1. SCP-7416 notably prefers pickled eggs, see interview log 7416-G-23 where the anomaly identifies them as the "most legal foodstuffs." 2. The exact number of languages is unknown. Notable examples include but are not limited to English, Simplified Mandarin, Latin, Ancient Sumerian, Southern Samothracian, and an unknown language the anomaly refers to as "Wet". 3. The incident report of the latter is restricted to personnel with Level-5 clearance. 4. Hard drives, paper books, CD discs, human brains, etc. 5. Amnestics function normally when targeting memories not regarding legislation. 6. Calculated based on the resulting spray patterns. 7. A piece of anomalous legislature frequently quoted by SCP-7416, who has relayed it as "Beasts and peoples with a gnarlyness of at least 4.8 Saurii are not permitted to perish due to causes rating less than three-fifths of their own Saurii rating". ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7416" by IAmTheOoga, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7416. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-7417 By: NDHeckfire Published on 29 Sep 2022 02:36 ▷ Show Code ◁ △ Hide Code △ @import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:wght@600;700&display=swap); /* Centered Header Sigma * [2021 Wikidot Component] * By Lt Flops (CC BY-SA 3.0) * Forked from: * Penumbra Theme by EstrellaYoshte * Also based on: * Centered Header BHL by Woedenaz **/ /* ---- VARS ---- */ :root{ --titleColor: hsl(0, 0%, 95%); --subtitleColor: hsl(60, 62%, 85%); --lgurl: url(https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/component:pride-highlighter/lgbtqp_logo.svg); } /* ---- SITE BANNER ---- */ #header, div#header{ background-image: none; } #header::before{ position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; content: ""; background-image: var(--lgurl); background-position: center top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: auto 9em; opacity: .33; } #header h1, #header h2{ float: none; margin-left: 0; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span{ /* Hide the Existing Text */ display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before{ /* Style the New Text */ font-family: "Montserrat", "Arial", sans-serif; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 a::before{ position: relative; bottom: .15em; color: var(--titleColor); font-size: 115%; font-weight: 700; } #header h2::before{ position: relative; top: .1em; color: var(--subtitleColor); font-size: 130%; font-weight: 600; } #header h1 a::before{ /* Set the New Text's Content From Variable */ content: var(--header-title, "SCP FOUNDATION"); } #header h2::before{ content: var(--header-subtitle, "SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT"); } /* ---- SEARCH ---- */ #search-top-box{ top: 1em; right: 0; } #search-top-box-form input.button{ margin-right: 0; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus{ border-radius: 0; box-shadow: none; font-size: 100%; } /* ---- TOP BAR ---- */ #top-bar{ right: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #top-bar ul li ul{ border-bottom: 1px solid hsl(0, 0%, 40%); box-shadow: none; } /* ---- LOGIN ---- */ #login-status{ top: 1.1em; right: initial; color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); } #account-topbutton{ border-color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); font-size: 100%; } /* ---- PAGE TITLE ---- */ .meta-title, #page-title{ text-align: center; } /* ---- BREADCRUMBS ---- */ .pseudocrumbs, #breadcrumbs{ text-align: center; } /* ---- MOBILE DISPLAY ---- */ @media (max-width: 767px){ #search-top-box{ top: 1.85em; width: unset; } .mobile-top-bar{ position: relative; left: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #login-status{ top: 0; right: 0; } #header .printuser{ font-size: 0; } #header .printuser img.small{ margin: 0; transform: translate(6px, 4px); } #my-account{ display: none; } #account-topbutton{ margin-left: 2px; } } NDHeckfire SCP-7417 - Thole Foresthight More by me! Item#: SCP-7417 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-400 Director Adam Desmond N/A N/A Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7417 is currently housed in a standard humanoid accommodation chamber at Site-400. Request for entertainment amenities such as books, board games, or video games is to be approved, with supervision from her current research head(s), presently Dr. Sebastian Lennox and Dr. Windsor Gladwyn. Description: SCP-7417 is the designation given to Kristen Claudia, a white human adolescent female of British descent, currently 166 centimeters in height and possessing green eyes and long brown hair. Prior to containment, SCP-7417 was employed as a local kindergarten school teacher in Newcastle, Northern Ireland. SCP-7417 possesses a unique form of functional precognition where, upon visually perceiving any object (including living entities), she is capable of viewing their physical appearance as how they are approximately one (1) year later. For example, upon looking at an apple (red delicious variant), SCP-7417 reported seeing it as merely being a pile of assorted fertilized soil. Testing on how of it's possible to alter the "fate" of perceived objects is still ongoing. Addendum 7417-1: Interview Log Date: 12/09/2018 Present: Dr. Sebastian Lennox <Begin Log> Dr. Lennox enters the interview room. Dr. Lennox: Hello, 7417. My name's Dr. Lennox. I'm just here to ask you some quest- Upon laying eyes on Dr. Sebastian, SCP-7417 suddenly jumps up from her chair and steps back. SCP-7417: Oh God! Holy Christh! Dr. Lennox: Woah, are you alright? What's wro- SCP-7417: Get away from me! Oh God, ith horrible! SCP-7417 retreats to a corner of the room and covers her face with both of her hands. Sobbing is audible. Dr. Lennox: 7417? What's the matter? Why are you- SCP-7417: (looks up) Your faith! Your fucking faith! Ith fucking gone! Get the fuck away from me! Silence on recording. Dr. Lennox exits the interview room. <End Log> Debriefing Log Date: 12/09/2018 Present: Dr. Sebastian Lennox and Dr. Windsor Gladwyn <Begin Log> Dr. Lennox enters the observation chamber. Through a camera monitor, SCP-7417 can still be seen sitting in a corner and covering her face. Dr. Gladwyn: Jesus. The hell was that? (pauses) You good? Dr. Lennox: Uhhh, yeah, I'm fine. Just… confused? Dr. Gladwyn: You're not the only one. (looks at the monitor) What was she screaming about anyway? Dr. Lennox: Something about… my faith being gone? Like… I'm gonna lose my faith? Dr. Gladwyn: Huh, weird. Are you… religious by any chance? Dr. Lennox: Yeah. Catholic. Dr. Gladwyn: Right, okay. (pauses) The doc doesn't say anything about 7417 having spiritual precognition. Might need to look into that more. (looks at Dr. Lennox) You sure you're alright? You don't look too good. Dr. Lennox: I'm fine, really. A little bit shaken up is all. Dr. Gladwyn: Hm. <End Log> In concern of further distressing SCP-7417, Dr. Windsor Gladwyn has requested the reassignment of Dr. Sebastian Lennox to another project. This request was approved. Addendum 7417-2: On the 23rd of October, 2019, SCP-4571 breached containment in Site-400, resulting in extensive damage to the West Wing and multiple injured Foundation personnel. During the breach, Dr. Sebastian Lennox (who was assigned to SCP-457 at the time) suffered varying degrees of burns throughout his face and torso. After SCP-457 was successfully recontained, Dr. Lennox was rushed to the on-site Health and Pathology Infirmary for immediate treatment. Date: 23/10/2019 Present: Dr. Sebastian Lennox Dr. Windsor Gladwyn <Begin Log> Dr. Lennox can be seen wearing a hospital gown and resting in a health cot, his face entirely covered with bandages. Dr. Gladwyn: Heya, bud. How you doing? Dr. Lennox: I'll be lying if I said I was fine. Dr. Gladwyn: Heh, yeah… Silence on recording. Dr. Lennox: Hey, uhhh… Remember 7417? Are you still assigned to her? Dr. Gladwyn: Yup. Reintegration Program doin' wonders for her. Why do you ask? Dr. Lennox: You still remember the only time I met her? Where, y'know, she cried about me losing my faith? I think that… she might be right. (sighs) I don't know. Right now, I'm asking myself a lot of things. Thinking about and reconsidering some stuff, y'know? Maybe that's why she was so scared. Dr. Gladwyn: Oh, yeah, about that… I've, uhhh, been meaning to tell you… Dr. Lennox: What? Dr. Gladwyn: I regularly talked to her… and I'd assume you didn't notice when you first met her but… Dr. Lennox: What is it, man? You're literally killing me here! Dr. Gladwyn: It's not as non-literal as you thought it was. 7417 has a lisp. <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7417" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7417. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Footnotes 1. SCP-457 is a sentient humanoid entity composed of flame.
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Item#: 7418 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7418 is to be confined within the designated Area-7418-1, encompassing the residence of Dr. Kate Santos and the adjacent 2-acre area. Feeding for SCP-7418 requires providing 2 pounds of sustenance, comprising earthworms, grubs, snails, spiders, small animals, and other insects, three times daily. Two MTF operatives are to be deployed within Area-7418-1 to maintain ongoing surveillance of SCP-7418's thermal signature, ensuring its presence within the designated area. In instances where SCP-7418's thermal signature becomes undetectable, the use of Purina Chicken and Beef Dog Treats is authorized as a lure to guide SCP-7418 back to the boundaries of Area-7418-1. In the event that the lure fails to effectively guide SCP-7418 back, Dr. Kate Santos is to be promptly notified. SCP-7418 Description: SCP-7418 resembles a mole (Talpa europaea) with a length of 14 cm and a weight of 200 g. SCP-7418 possesses the anomalous ability to burrow through any substance encountered, regardless of hardness or density. This encompasses materials such as concrete, steel, and solid rock. The burrowing process occurs at a speed consistent with a non-anomalous mole, and there are no indications of physical deterioration or exhaustion have been noted in SCP-7418 consequent to its burrowing activities. The specifics of the anomalous effects resulting from the burrowing process are currently under investigation. Attempts to obstruct SCP-7418's burrowing with materials such as diamond, lead, and composite alloys have proven unsuccessful. Addendum 7418.1: Test Log + SHOW TEST LOGS - HIDE FILES Test Log 7418-1C Researcher: Dr. Kate Santos Test: Dr. Santos attempts to train SCP-7418 using positive reinforcement techniques. A supply of Pedigree All Natural Chicken Dog Treats was used as a reward. Results: SCP-7418 displays initial curiosity towards treats, but remains primarily focused on burrowing. Test Log 7418-1F Researcher: Dr. Kate Santos Test: Dr. Santos continues training, gradually coaxing SCP-7418 with treats to perform simple commands, such as remaining in a specific location. A supply of Purina Chicken and Beef Dog Treats was used as a reward. Results: SCP-7418 exhibits increased interest in treats and shows signs of mild compliance with commands, albeit sporadically. Behavior remains unpredictable. Test Log 7418-1G Researcher: Dr. Kate Santos Test: Dr. Santos introduces a naming concept, repeatedly referring to the mole as "Nibbles" during training sessions, followed by treats as reinforcement. Results: SCP-7418 appears to display recognition of the name "Nibbles" after several repetitions. Responds to the name by briefly pausing its burrowing activity and looking towards Dr. Santos in anticipation of a treat. Note: Dr Santos initially reprimanded for naming SCP-7418. Director Collins approved use of alternate name during testing purposes. Test Log 7418-1H Researcher: Dr. Kate Santos Test: Dr. Santos continues using treats and the name "Nibbles" to encourage positive behavior and basic obedience. Results: SCP-7418 consistently responds to the name "Nibbles" during training sessions. Shows improved comprehension of commands, such as remaining above ground when instructed. Test Log 7418-2A Researcher: Dr. Kate Santos Test: A section of the containment chamber was outfitted with various obstacles and tunnels to simulate a natural burrowing environment. Dr Santos attempts to instruct SCP-7418 verbally to navigate obstacles. A supply of earthworms was used as a reward. Results: SCP-7418 responded to verbal commands from Dr Santos and successfully navigated the obstacles to reach the reward. - HIDE FILES Addendum 7418.2: Audio Transcript From SCP-7418 Meeting After the proposal for SCP-7418's participation in field tests, Director Collins, Dr. Kane, and Dr. Santos convened a meeting to deliberate on the potential course of action for SCP-7418's future involvement. VIDEO TRANSCRIPT DATE: 8/14/2021 PERSONS PRESENT: Thomas Collins, Site Director, Site-88; Henry Kane, researcher, SCP-7418; Kate Santos, researcher, Site-88 [BEGIN LOG] <Dr. Santos and Dr. Kane are seated at opposite ends of the conference table. Director Collins is seated at the head of the table.> Dir Collins: Alright, let's get started. Dr. Santos, Dr. Kane, I understand there's a difference of opinion regarding SCP-7418. Dr. Kane, you've submitted a proposal, so why don't you start? Dr. Kane: Thank you, Director. SCP-7418 possesses an unprecedented ability to navigate through virtually any material. Imagine the possibilities if we were to train it to infiltrate secure locations, retrieve important documents, and return without being detected. We've seen its potential; why not utilize it? Dr. Santos: (Dr. Santos raises an eyebrow) Utilize it? Dr. Kane, we're talking about a sentient being here. Nibbles might have abilities, but it's still an anomaly. Its abilities are not yet fully understood, and it's entirely possible that unforeseen consequences could arise. We can't ignore the fact that its anomalous nature might make it unstable for such missions. Dr. Kane: (slams hand on table) Santos, you're always so cautious! We've got the chance to gain an edge, to utilize SCP-7418 to our advantage. We'll train it, control it, and send it where we need it to be. Dir Collins: And what if it goes rogue, Dr. Kane? What if it burrows through a critical support beam or, destabilizes a whole structure? You proposing we just gamble with that? <Dr. Kane pulls some documents from a file.> Dr. Kane: We'll have measures in place, Director. Collars, containment protocols. We won't be reckless. Dr. Santos: Measures that might fail, Kane. We can't predict every scenario. Nibbles is still an anomaly, no matter how much you try to control it. <Director Collins puts his fingers on his temple> Dir Collins: Well, you both make valid points. Kane, your approach could give us an incredible advantage, but Santos, you're right that we can't ignore the risks. Dr. Kane: (clenched fists) Director, if we don't seize opportunities like this, we're just stagnating in containment. We need to evolve. Dr. Santos: (leaning forward) And if we rush into this, we're asking for disaster. We're here to contain anomalies, not weaponize them. Dir Collins: (sighing) Look, both of you have strong arguments. But in the end, Santos, I've got to side with you on this one. We can't afford to play fast and loose, especially when we're dealing with the unknown. Dr. Kane: Director, with all due respect, this is a wasted opportunity. We'll look back and regret not taking action. Dir Collins: (firmly) Perhaps, Dr. Kane. But right now, I'm putting the safety of our personnel and our operations first. Santos, I'll trust your judgment on this matter. Dr. Santos: (nodding) Thank you, Director. I believe it's the wisest course of action for now. Dir Collins: That settles it then. Let's keep SCP-7418 contained and under observation. Dismissed, both of you. Dr. Kane: (rising from his seat, visibly frustrated) Yes, Director. Addendum 7418.3: Incident Log 7418-C-1 + SHOW INCIDENT LOGS - HIDE FILES DATE: 8/15/2021 At [16:03:19], researcher Dr Henry Kane was found deceased in SCP-7418 containment chamber with a 14 cm diameter cavity in his chest. - HIDE FILES Following Incident 7418-C-1, SCP-7418 containment protocols were updated and transferred to Area 7418-1. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7418" by korgis, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7418. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: SCP mole Name: Talpa europaea (Freising, Deutschland) 5.jpg Author: christoph_moning License: (CC BY-SA 4.0) Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Talpa_europaea_(Freising,_Deutschland)_5.jpg
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Item-#: 7419 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7419 is to be kept in a standard small object containment unit when not in testing. Personnel are advised to use electronic devices incapable of wireless connectivity to prevent possible data breaches. Personnel are required to fill out form 7419-ST-1 after conducting a testing exercise. Description: SCP-7419 is the collective designation for two anomalous devices, designated SCP-7419-A and SCP-7419-B. SCP-7419-A is a small rectangular device comprised of an unknown material fitted with a standard 3.5mm audio connector and a simple on/off button. SCP-7419-A procedurally generates sentences, sentence fragments, words, and additional semantic values that are expressed as analogue electrical signals intelligible as audio when connected to a suitable interface. SCP-7419-A, once activated, will not cease to generate output unless terminated manually. The content of SCP-7419-A's output does not seem to follow any contextual pattern and will range from direct quotations of known or published material, to abstract "word salad" with little semantic meaning. SCP-7419-B is a spherical device fitted with a small condenser microphone in addition to a button and connector identical to SCP-7419-A's. SCP-7419-B operates as a simplistic true or false pointer. When connected to a suitable device that does not also have SCP-7419-A connected, a user is able to manually input a statement or question that will then be answered with either a True or False verbal response. Any input that does not contain semantic information answerable by SCP-7419-B will be answered on an abstract basis appearing to operate on simplistic real logic (ie: Input "Blue chickens" will receive output "False") but will invariably land on true or false. SCP-7419-A and SCP-7419-B, when connected simultaneously to a suitable device, will spontaneously execute each of their operative functions. SCP-7419-A will continuously generate statements, sentences, words, and additional values and directly feed each result into SCP-7419-B to be evaluated as true or false. The two software will run indefinitely until SCP-7419-A generates the statement "Marianne Simmons Will Buy a Bagel at Wynnsbury's", triggering an immediate fatal error in SCP-7419-B's internal logic resulting from an inability to arrive at a true or false conclusion. Every instance of testing involving SCP-7419-A and SCP-7419-B running in conjunction will arrive at this fatal error. Audio-Log-7419-36: +Show Transcript -Close Apple the Fruit. True. An approved antibiotic for the treatment of streptococcus infection is Amoxycillin. True. Magical Oysters. False. Research has indicated the existence of dark matter. True. Most people believe in a plane of existence beyond ours. True. Goldfish are land dwelling. False. Walmart is a conglomerate from Canada. False. Grocery shopping is a task. True. Apples are Vegetables. False. Anchoring a million grey dogs to a fence post. False. Asteroids may crash at any time. True. It will arrive. True. Seventeen is a song by American singer Sharon Van Etten. True. There are species of potato that contain pork. False. Racial bias. True. The USA will hold elections. True. Grey skies can be turned into portable catheters. False. Managing time is a belief that can be imported into Audacity. True. Madonna is American. True. Catholicism. True. Organic food is edible. True. Ringing a bell that will cease to function. True. Multiplying skulls by the product that is impossible. False. Dying. True. Octocorallia is an order of Cnidarians containing the soft corals and Gorgonians. True. Humans can effectively understand. False. Life is a highway. False. Marianne Simmons Will Buy A Bagel at Wynnsburys. Internal Logic Failure. Fatal Error Occurrence. Please restart. Discovery: SCP-7419 were discovered on 29/12/1982 after Junior Researcher Julio Cabrera checked into Site-196 medical facilities complaining of sharp periodic pains in his lower abdomen. After medical staff were unable to deduce a clear cause, an ultrasound was conducted on the area of reported pain. SCP-7419 were subsequently discovered embedded in Cabrera's abdominal cavity. No signs of surgical intrusion in the area were found. Test-Log-7419-B-1: The phrase "Marianne Simmons Will Buy A Bagel at Wynnsbury's" appears to generate from SCP-7419-A at a somewhat elevated rate, and will not result in a fatal error if SCP-7419-B is not connected to the same device. Attempts to determine the significance of the statement have included altering the content of the phrase, with wildly differing results, although all semantic alterations have failed to yield the fatal error caused by the statement. Test results suggest the internal logic of SCP-7419-B treats "Marianne Simmons" and "Wynnsbury's" as unique semantic concepts rather than generic nouns, as well as outputs being static and not reflecting passage of time. A log of results generated from manual input via SCP-7419-B's microphone is available below. INPUT RESULT Marianne Simmons will steal a bagel at Wynnsbury's FALSE Marianne Simmons TRUE Marianne Simmons' Bagel TRUE Marianne Simmons will be FALSE Marianne Simmons is buying a bagel at Wynnsbury's TRUE Marianne Simmons is going to buy a bagel at Wynnsbury's TRUE Marianne Simmons' Bagel is a Bagel FALSE Marianne Simmons is FALSE Marianne Simmons is not FALSE Marianne Simmons refers to a person named Marianne Simmons FALSE Marianne Simmons bought a bagel at Wynnsbury's FALSE Marianne Simmons was FALSE Buying a Bagel TRUE Buying Marianne Simmons' Bagel FALSE Buying Marianne Simmons' Bagel from Wynnsbury's before she does FALSE Buying Marianne Simmons' Bagel from Wynnsbury's before he does FALSE Buying Marianne Simmons' Bagel from Wynnsbury's before they do FALSE Buying Marianne Simmons' Bagel from Wynnsbury's before it does TRUE Marianne Simmons' Bagel was TRUE Marianne Simmons is perceivable TRUE Marianne Simmons can be perceived FALSE Marianne Simmons will be perceived TRUE Marianne Simmons' Bagel has happened TRUE Marianne Simmons' Bagel is happening FALSE Marianne Simmons' Bagel will happen TRUE Marianne Simmons' Bagel will FALSE Marianne Simmons is known TRUE Marianne Simmons can be known FALSE Wynnsbury's TRUE Buying a Bagel at Wynnsbury's FALSE Buying at Wynnsbury's TRUE Bagel at Wynnsbury's TRUE Stealing at Wynnsbury's TRUE Stealing from Wynnsbury's FALSE Wynnsbury's is Wynnsbury's TRUE Wynnsbury's was TRUE Wynnsbury's is located in North America TRUE Wynnsbury's is located in the United States of America FALSE Wynnsbury's is located in Canada FALSE Wynnsbury's is located in a Central American or Caribbean country FALSE The North America that Wynnsbury's is located in is North America FALSE Attempts to ascertain the identity of Marianne Simmons have been unsuccessful due to the prevalence of the name. Attempts to identify "Wynnsbury's" as referenced in the phrase has been similarly unsuccessful. Addendum: As of 16/7/2021, the rate at which input semantically related to "Marianne Simmons Will Buy A Bagel At Wynnsbury's" is generated by SCP-7419-A has steadily increased, the most common of which is attached below. INPUT RESULT Marianne Simmons will arrive at Wynnsbury's soon TRUE More From This Author More From This Author PoufyPoufson's Works SCPs SCP-8332 • SCP-7783 • SCP-6541 • SCP-8465 • SCP-3169 • SCP-8010 • SCP-7151 • SCP-8105 • SCP-7471 • SCP-7811 • Poufy's Proposal • SCP-8031 • SCP-8541 • SCP-7541 • SCP-7575 • Tales/GoI Formats Other SCP-POUF • Fear of Death • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7419" by PoufyPoufson, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7419. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: marianne_simmons.mp3 Author: PoufyPoufson, Doctor Fullham, & Kris License: CC BY-SA 3.0
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You quickly turn on the computer in front of you, your hands shaking with fear. You type in your credentials as fast as you can. Thank god SCiPNET is still online. SCiPNET Connection Acquired Username: RRiver Password: ••••••••• Processing… Hello, Junior Archivist River! Thank you for using SCiPNET. What would you like to do today? >open file:scp-7420 Processing request… Loading file… Item#: 7420 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo One of the first sinkholes created during SCP-7420, located in the town of Harrow, Nevada, United States. Photo taken moments before SCP-7420-A emergence. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7420 is currently uncontained. Description: SCP-7420 is a currently ongoing anomalous event. SCP-7420 began at 00:00 on 01/01/2023, when several sinkholes ranging from 2m to over 500m in diameter began rapidly forming around the world in major population centers, most notably in the exact geographic centers of the cities of Tokyo, Shanghai, London, and Cairo. At 12:00, thousands of anomalous entities began emerging from all sinkholes formed during SCP-7420, causing worldwide panic and disarray. These entities, designated SCP-7420-A instances, are variable in appearance, though are typically pink or red in coloration, are slightly larger than an average human, and are eight-legged. Instances possess no heads or notable structures besides legs and abdomens, and vaguely resemble large spiders. Instances are hostile to humans and have been shown to attack on sight with intense force, often resulting in fatality for the victim. Reading this again, you shudder at the thought of the horrifying creatures that now roam outside. You can still hear them. You're the only one left in the entire site, and though you've barricaded yourself in the archives room, you can hear them clawing and scratching at Site-86's main entrance. You realize you probably don't have much more time. SCP-7420-A entities quickly overran most major cities and population centers after emergence, causing massive damage and casualties worldwide. As of writing, the human population is estimated to be at 5% of its initial number prior to SCP-7420. As such, the veil protocol has been lifted and the Foundation is currently working with major anomalous and mundane organizations in an attempt to prevent further loss. This is where you come in. The Foundation, in its effort to bring an end to SCP-7420, tasked almost every department to research the situation and find a solution. The Department of Mythology and Folkloristics was the only department to find something useful. They looked through their archives, and found a tapestry hidden away somewhere, depicting eight-legged creatures attacking a city sometime in the first century. The tapestry details a group of people performing a ritual and banishing the monsters. It ends with the banishers celebrating around a golden plate with twenty tally marks. Initially, Mythology and Folkloristics thought the tapestry was related to some other anomaly, but noting the similarities between the monsters depicted and the 7420-A instances, they attempted the ritual in New York City, successfully returning the beasts there to the sinkhole they came from, which became sealed with an ornate golden plate, adorned with twenty tally marks. Realizing the need for the ritual to be performed for every sinkhole around the world, the Foundation made the choice to declassify SCP-7420's file, editing it to include an addendum detailing the instructions for the ritual. Problem is, almost every member of RAISA is dead, and they're the only ones who can make direct edits to database files. Unfortunately this means the safety of the world has been placed into your hands. SCP-7420's file has been opened. Would you like to do anything else? >y What would you like to do? >edit file:scp-7420 Processing request… Opening editor… As the edit screen opens, you hear a loud burst down the hall. The entities have broken into the site. It's only a matter of minutes until they find you. You hastily and shakily begin typing the instructions for the ritual into an addendum on the file. You jolt as a bang comes from the door, knocking over a notebook that was on the desk. They know you're here. More instances crowd around the door, clawing and scratching as the door begins to buckle under their weight. Your breath quickens, your fingers sweat, your back aches. You type as fast as you can, hoping and praying you can upload it before they reach you. You're the only one with a copy of the instructions. Without them on this file, the world is surely doomed. As you finish typing the last sentence, you waste no time in scrolling to the bottom of the editor. With sweat pouring down your forehead, you press save, and wait. Saving page… ERROR: REQUEST TIMED OUT The door bursts open, and it's the last thing you hear. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7420" by Rhineriver, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7420. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: Harbor sinkhole (24691134235) Author: Oregon Department of Transportation License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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777 ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture Graphic depiction of execution and inhumane acts If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page DrApricus More works by me can be found here! Item #: SCP-7421 Special Containment Procedures: Wartrod Hanging is preserved within a Foundation front disguised as a factory. The perimeter of the building is secured and gated, but minimal non-autonomous security is required due to its isolated location. Human testing on SCP-7421 has been restricted due to ethical concerns, with the only research allowed being the analysis of past victims and simulated experiments. Convict hanging from SCP-7421 instance. Photographed 1859. Description: SCP-7421 is a collection of gallowses erected between 1850 and 1856 within close proximity to each other. The site is adjacent to a mass outlaw burial in New Orleans, Louisiana, discovered in 1910. The area and surrounding acreage, previously known as “Wartrod Hanging,” was acquired by the Foundation in 1924. When hung from an SCP-7421 instance, an individual will remain capable of respiration but experience the full sensation of strangulation. They will enter a vegetative state within four to six minutes, the average time a person can withstand a lack of oxygen, and appear dead to an outward observer. However, unless terminated by an outside force, the condemned will remain fully aware despite total paralysis. After seven to ten minutes of hanging, the rope will merge with the neck, surrounding tissue, and bones on a molecular level. When the rope is cut at the declaration of death, often after thirty minutes of hanging, it will have fully integrated itself with the individual’s skin and muscle and partially with the bone. If undisturbed, the SCP-7421 instance and the condemned will develop a singular biological system over an unknown span of time. If the rope is cut, it will continue growing into the executed until they unify into a single entity. Radiocarbon dating of each gallows’ rope shows inconsistency in age and suggests that, on several occasions, gallowses had their ropes replaced after executions. Thus, the exact number of hangings carried out employing SCP-7421 is unknown. Though the burying of criminals was inconsistent, the gravesite estimates at least 30 condemned, all of which were still attached to their respective ropes. Discovery: Wartrod Hanging was not investigated by the Foundation until the twentieth century due to its obscure geographical location. The investigation began after a collateral clearance team revealed one of the condemned left hanging from SCP-7421, an unidentified male with a severely injured face, was still breathing. Later investigation found he had been hanging for 58 years as of 1914. Later autopsy of the condemned and inspection of the SCP-7421 instance revealed bone marrow, blood vessels, and feeding tubes to have grown throughout the gallows and rope, which intertwined with the condemned's intestines via the neck. This allowed for continued nourishment to sustain the body internally. Addendum: The investigation uncovered two journals with writing from 1855 through 1862. In total, four entries mentioned the usage of an SCP-7421 instance to hang the aforementioned man. Several other entries offer insight into the climate of the relevant town beforehand. Both had been pawned but were recovered within the perimeters of Louisiana. The owner of the journals is unknown. 8/30/55 Another child is dead today. First, Lee Hal Thomas back in early May, then Garrett Larson in June, and now Susie Graham. She was declared missing by her folks two days ago, and they uncovered her body, or part of it, beside the river as the sun rose. The culprit Crowshore, who was already a suspect of the previous hits, though never formally arrested, fled only last night. Like a gunmen in the west, he didn't leave a single hoofprint in his path. This was the match in the powder barrel for the town. The Grahams orchestrated a protest at the sheriff's office, businesses turned their signs in solidarity, and several folk left for the neighboring towns. The service for the little lady is tomorrow. This wasn't the first time the sheriffs had their hands tied by the people. It'd be surmounting since late winter. It was obvious that at some point, there ought to be trouble. And we all knew no marshal or constable was ready for it. The posses had practically been our law enforcement for the past hog killing. We'd all heard of other Louisiana towns hanging their sheriffs for their inaction, tying them between horses at the shot of a gun, standing them before an open flame. It's a shame our little old rust bucket is so patient. 12/10/55 I awoke this morning to hear the locals talking of new gallows built just yonder of the Bricksolds’ saloon. Word of the outlaw Crowshore being reigned in has been about for a little time, and for such a cad, there ought to be a hemp fever. Amidst all this fear, it would be the break we all need for one less devil to walk amongst us. Child killers are all dead men in this country, and hoosegows aren’t made to hold dead men. Dangling from the ropes, he'd make the fourth or fifth this year. But with the air becoming cold and dry and my doubt in the lawmen and their reputation, I'm worried the trail will run cold. Again. 4/22/56 The newsboy rode through town an hour before noon like a saddle warmer, shouting and waving the print. "Crowshore caught! Crowshore caught!" he cried. And to his word, the sheriffs came only moments later with a battered man suspended between the two horses. A little part of me hoped they'd put on a show and suddenly diverge and run in opposite directions. He swayed like a wind chime, and his face was beaten far beyond recognition. The sheriffs allowed no leisure between when they brought the outlaw in and when he was ushered to the gallows. He was practically a ghoul, so much so that the hangman's knot would seem pointless if he weren't still blinking. He spared speaking as he was fixed in, and he did not scream when the chair was kicked, the air only spilled out of him in a gasp. Damn sidewinder. The crowd rejoiced as his legs finally went limp, and no light was left in his dog eyes. As I watched from atop the hill, I felt nothing for the dead man but hope that the knot's force would break his neck. For then, he’d stop breathing, unlike the previously hung. But he did not. Nobody knows why they always keep breathing, but I know I never want to find out. I expected that once the party ceased its cries, the rope would be cut, come down with him, and stick to his neck like molasses. That did not happen. I expected they'd cut away at it, digging it out of his bloody neck, and that soon he would have no pulse. They let him hang, though. 4/24/56 Two days have passed since the hemp fever, all the wanted posters have been torn down, and all the bounty hunters, sheriffs, and wranglers have been relieved of their search. There was a public burning of the outlaw’s crafts as the sun rose. He'd been known to make oil paintings. He left them behind when he fled, also leaving behind his victims for horrified townsmen to uncover. The wealthy mister and misses Graham shouted profanities as all the paintings were tossed in a pile and served as firewood in the center of the town. Oddly enough, I smelled a hint of orange in the ash scent. It was a second festival of retribution for the Graham family, though nothing can truly fill that hole. There's no telling how many people Crowshore had squabashed before he came here, and I believe it's for the better that we don't find out. The wrench of discovering another dismembered body is not easily shaken off. With every new victim, the pressure forced upon the sheriffs to find and persecute the cad grew. It was a matter of time before they hauled someone in. Someone would've dangled regardless. 9/9/56 Months had passed, and all had been silent. In fact, it was as if the world had taken to whispering. No prints from other counties arrived, and the town naturally returned to a state of strange bliss. The Thomases, Larsons, and Grahams still mourned, and the townspeople and I still set aside time to join them at the church. But in spite of the horrors, we persisted and justice seized the day. Right? Over dinner, I was served the bad medicine, and it had my heart skip a beat. Whilst the alleged outlaw continued hanging from the gallows, going on half a year and still breathing, Wilson James Crowshore was sighted at the Mexican border. The account was clear and unmistakable; it was him, as alive as a tree. Nearly a thousand dollars were recuperated from his uncovered residence in Texas and enough evidence of his crimes to sentence him to a hundred deaths. It appeared the sheriffs gave up the search and faked the capture of the cad, letting him run. We can never know who it is at the gallows this very moment. And the sheriff's office had become a ghost town overnight. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7421" by DrApricus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7421. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: Zeno Fotografie.jpg Author: O'Sullivan, Timothy H License: Public Domain Source: Wikimedia Commons
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close Info X SCP-7422: A random string of 1s and 0s Written by: FlyPurgatorio | Authorpage This article contains references to queerphobia, specifically against nonbinary identities. If that's not something you want to read today, it's best to skip this scip ;) ⚠️ content warning SwanTran7.1 Tool enabled Welcome to the SwanTran Translation and Transcription tool. I am an artificial intelligence, here to make your filing and updating work a little easier! You’ve selected the file entry module. Error. User credentials not recognised. Please relog, or contact Harrit Swanepoel via the SwanTran Lifeline! SwanTran Lifeline chat initiated GIJS: Harrit, I can’t log in anymore. GIJS: Or did you add a misgender module to the SwanTran tool? GIJS: For an authentic experience :’) :’( SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT] is typing a message… Gijs is an old queer. He had his struggles, fought the battle decades longer than I have. And he found a way to let it slide off him. I know that. His marriage might be legal. Somewhat normal, even. But it’s still not approaching ‘mundane’. He and his husband still turn a head or two, when they’re out together. There are still places, moments, people that are unsafe. I know he copes with humour. If it works for him, that’s fine. I just… I hope I’ll find something that works for me, someday. SwanTran-Lifeline [HARRIT]: I’ll take a look. I've got a test to run on SCP-7422 anyway. _ + New SCP file– SwanTran7.1 Tool: Warning, electrical overload detected Reloading… Analysing input… _ + Enter: object classI’m more– Dataset 1 You’re my daughtersonchild. I just want what’s best for you. I know, mum. But that doesn’t mean it can’t hurt me. Can’t you just try to – Feel different? Be different? I love you. I love you! You know how deeply I love you?! I know, mum. You love the idea of me. The person I am in your mind. It takes some time to get used to it. I will, █████████. You’re mourning the child I never was. You bury them. Read the eulogy. I just want someone to dance with me at the funeral. Harrit. Harrit! I meant Harrit! I’m sorry sondaughterchild. You’re trying, I say, swallowing the sting, I’m glad you’re trying. I just want you to be SAFE. I will be, mum, I lie. SwanTran tool update: object Class entered as Safe. _ + Please enter containment procedures– than just – Dataset 2 “You know I didn’t mean it like that.” Then why did you say it? I think. I know you don’t, I say. “You know I support you. I’ve shown you before, I support you people! Even though I don't get it.” We live in a binary world, trapped in binary minds. “I don’t want to offend. I mean, should I just watch my words around you all the time?” I carefully choose my words before I respond. I have to. Because I don’t get the same luxury as you. “I mean, I get what you’re saying. I understand. But you could’ve said it differently. You could’ve been nicer/quieter/kinder/less public about it.” I scream into the void. Quietly. I lock away the hurt and anger and humiliation and pain and carefully place my hand on your shoulder and tell you I get it, it is hard, I’m so glad you try, but please, please don’t say that, please don’t, please just respect me for who I tell you I am, please, I swallow the tears and curse words because if I don’t, it’ll just be giving you a reason to disregard my request. We live in a binary world, trapped in binary minds. You said a Bad Thing, but you’re a Good Person. And saying a Bad Thing is something a Bad Person does, and you’re not a Bad Person. So I must’ve interpreted it wrong, or misunderstood your intentions. You have to explain to me you’re a Good Person, still. It doesn’t even enter your mind that sometimes, Good People still do Bad Things. The world doesn’t judge you by your intentions. I certainly don’t. But I can’t tell you that. Because you’ll never listen to me again if I do. I have to earn being heard. So I swallow. And I hide. And I ask you, kindly, calmly, please: just hear me. Just accept who I tell you I am. It’s not binary. You can be a third thing: a Better person: someone who learned. And I support you through the hurt I caused you by being hurt. SwanTran tool update: Special Containment Procedures entered. _ + Please enter a description– a random – Dataset 3 “But if they find your bones 200 years from now, what would they call you?” Have you ever wondered what would flash before your eyes? What would you see in that last moment before the lights go out? One bright spark, a shock to the system before shutdown. So many memories to choose from. A lifetime worth of data, little 1s and 0s, strung together. We live in a binary world. A world of facts, data, 1s and 0s. But we colour it. Turn it into a spectrum of colours and nuance. A beautiful painting of depth and perspective. A perspective unique to just me. Isn’t it all just an amazing feat. A beautiful trick of the mind. I’m not anyone’s story to tell. I am my own. They can find my bones 200 years from now, tell a new story with those building blocks. God knows how true that story will be – but here’s the kicker: it doesn’t have to be. A story is only a truth for the person telling it. The narrative they’ll tell with my bones, it’ll only say something about the narrator. Their perspective. Their experience of the world. Plenty of stories of people like me have been forgotten. Rewritten, renamed, deadnamed, by those who get to decide. So first we hide. Then we revolt. Then we celebrate. Take Pride in who we are, yell at that binary world in colours and perspectives previously unheard. Redacted. Removed. And we’ll keep on yelling. Screaming. Until we are heard. Until all of us are heard. Until we are no longer exceptions. Until the day we are mundane. God, I can’t wait to be mundane. SwanTran Tool: Analysis complete. Compose file? Y/N _ + Compose file– string of – SwanTran7.1 is composing a file, please wait Hi there! It seems you've been struggling with the clinical language required for Foundation documentation. Not to worry! SwanTran's Linguistical AI module has corrected for tone and word choice. Just to be sure, this file has been forwarded to lead researcher GIJS VAN OOSTERBEEK for review before uploading to the database is completed. You have been assigned training module 5: Clinical Tone. This will help you get a better grip on that concise style needed to document these difficult subjects! Questions? Contact Harrit Swanepoel via the SwanTran Lifeline! Item#: 7422 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Lead Assigned Task Force Site 312 Marianne Verwoerd-Kerkerling Gijs van Oosterbeek N/A SCP-7422 as seen on the desk of Mx. Harrit Swanepoel before activating Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7422 is currently held in containment locker 10 in Site 312's anomalous storage unit and is being monitored for reactivation. Description: SCP-7422 is an anomalous technology construct resembling a BBC Micro Ceefax. There is no available connection for an external power source, and no detectable internal battery. Current hypothesis is that it is powered by absorbing energy from organic matter in its surroundings. The attached visual display switches between 3 headers on a 10 second timer, reading "EAST", "WEST" and "CENTRAL", with no accompanying text underneath. The counter in the top right corner indicates the existence of 10 available headers in total. SCP-7422 came into Foundation possession as part of a collection of anomalous technological artifacts seized after a tip from the AIVD.1 On 2023-11-10, the device activated unexpectedly during analysis of its components. An electrical shockwave transmitted from the device disconnected most of Site-312’s integrated systems, resulting in a site-wide blackout. The investigator and only attendant, Site-312 Head of Technical Infrastructure Mx. Harrit Swanepoel, was the sole casualty. The body of Mx. Swanepoel was disintegrated completely upon activation of SCP-7422. Their ashes were returned to their family after thorough analysis showed no anomalous properties. Documentation for SCP-7422 was uploaded via the SwanTran tool to lead researcher Gijs van Oosterbeek's review queue, and has been included unaltered. SCP-7422 has not activated since. SwanTran Tool: Update, additional data found. On 2024-04-22, a 4th header and additional text appeared on the visual display of SCP-7422. _ + Header: URGENT–1s and 0s. 01001001 00100000 01100001 01101101 00100000 01100001 01101100 01101001 01110110 01100101 00001010 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7422" by FlyPurgatorio, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7422. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: BBC Micro Ceefax (4752596631)-edit.jpg Name: BBC Micro Ceefax (4752596631).jpg Author: Steve Elliott from UK License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:BBC_Micro_Ceefax_(4752596631).jpg Additional Notes: The text on the TV screen has been slightly altered and mostly removed by FlyPurgatorio. Footnotes 1. Dutch General Intelligence and Security Service
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by Ethagon To: O5-10 From: Maria Jones Subject: SCP-7423 Slot Trouble I've got a bunch of errors about the SCP-7423 slot not working properly. After looking into it, it seems like some really old files are messing with the system. All of them are locked to O5-10 access. Given how much of a mess the raw files are, I've ordered all the files in a rough timeline that I've attached to this email. Fair warning: It's rough. Some things are duplicated or in the wrong place but you'll see why in a bit. If you don't want to deal with this yourself I'm also open to fixing this, with your permission. ~ M. Jones December 1975 AD The Marching Band of Kirk Lonwood High finished a performance and was subsequently trapped in permanent stasis. The Band is contained as SCP-332. April 1976 AD The hearts of two students at Tazewell High School were spontaneously transmuted into wood. The hearts are contained as SCP-6976. May 1976 AD Reality locally collapsed in Kirk Lonwood High School. The perpetrators were found to be an, at the time of arrival abandoned, music store called "Syncope Symphony." All participants were amnesticized, put under observation and the school condemned. It took us embarrassingly long to respond to the situation in Kirk Lonwood High. We had a presence in the school ever since the containment of SCP-332, but the Foundation only had so much capacity for stationary anomalies. SCP-332 was at the time deemed unimportant enough that we could get away with just locking the band room and informing the right people of the necessary procedures. There were bigger fish to fry, or so we thought at the time. The checkups in the first few months of 76 didn't report anything interesting. The GOC considered the town our responsibility and we actively kept the UIU away from anything they could mess up. When we visited again in May it was far too late for the School. ~ General Westhill State: Band activities make up an insignificant amount of the School activities. Response: Principal replaced with a Band Enthusiast. Result: Band activities are in the foreground of School activities. State: The Federal Bureau of Investigation Unusual Incidents Unit is investigating the School for anomalous activity. Response: Foundation Operations temporarily halted and removed off-premise. Result: Foundation presence remains undiscovered. April 1976 AD The hearts of two students at Tazewell High School were spontaneously transmuted into wood. The hearts are contained as SCP-6976. May 1976 AD Reality locally collapsed in Kirk Lonwood High School. The perpetrators were found to be an, at the time of arrival abandoned, music store called "Syncope Symphony." All participants were amnesticized, put under observation and the school condemned. May 1976 AD Reality locally collapsed in North Hillcrest High School. In subsequent months Containment Procedures are established to keep students from entering the auditorium and causing reality-altering events. The school and the phenomenon surrounding it were contained as SCP-7676. I remember that early during the crisis, a lot of it was blamed on this semi-connected group of High School anomalies. That of course changed when the Apollyon took all our attention. Blaming it solely on either of the two would still be a wrong assessment. Even with all that happened, there's a bit of an overestimation of the world-ending capabilities of a single anomaly. On paper, they often seem like they can expand infinitely, but they all have a limit in one way or another. Mountains in particular are a bulwark of reality your average world-ender finds a hurdle too steep to climb. The worst one of the "Syncope" anomalies was probably SCP-7676 with its cascading waves of reality alterations. The thing is that these anomalies were almost exclusively focused on North America, with maybe one or two appearing on other continents. We had all reason to believe that in the absolute worst case we would only lose the US. And that was still far-fetched with how local most of them were. No, the role these anomalies played in all of this was spreading our resources thin at a time with so many wildfires that the Veil was already tearing. ~ General Westhill O5 Council Meeting Transcript <Begin Log> O5-11: And I'm telling you we can't keep this amnestics supply up. We're on our way to having cracks spread through the entirety of the Veil. My recommendation is to focus our Veil maintenance and abandon disinformation efforts for specific areas. O5-6: What cities do you have in mind? O5-11: Ground Zero cities have the highest demand and are the likeliest to be lost despite our efforts. O5-2: We can not abandon cities to the anomalous prematurely. We owe them that much. O5-8: Seconding Two. Any city completely out of our control is ground for hostile memes to fester. We need nationwide amnestics coverage if we want to keep any of them under control. O5-2: What's your estimation of fallout if we continue as normal, Eleven? O5-11: Exponential Veil failure. Being generous we can withhold amnestics for 1 in 10 individuals as long as we rebound at some point. Any more than that and the unamnesticized can successfully spread veiled information faster than we can amnesticize them. (Pause) If we can't allow any shortage in the supply the only solution that comes to mind is the eel. O5-2: Absolutely not. O5-11: I'd rather fail morally than completely. O5-6: We might not have to go that far. There are measures that lower the amnestics demand. We could completely shut down one source of anomalies if we get rid of High Schools. O5-2: I've looked over your reports and I'm unsure it would end as long as Syncope Symphony is still around. O5-6: Are they still around? O5-11: We also don't have the push to make the government comply, not yet. O5-6: The GOC might if they raise their response to Pizzicato. O5-4: The GOC just raised KTE-1162 to Level 5. I doubt it. Administrator: They're not the only ones. The Council stands up. O5-2: Administrator. I am admittedly surprised you've come. Administrator: So am I. It's clear I can't leave this Council alone with what it's supposed to do. O5-11: What do you mean, not the only ones? Administrator: I was at Site-100, trying to integrate our main troublemaker. No success. O5-6: That means- Administrator: Yes. "Keter-Class SCP objects that are judged for integration into SCP-001, but unable to be forced into integration are to be upgraded to Apollyon." O5-6: (whistles) Been a while since we had to deal with one. O5-2: Will we have your support, now that the threat has risen to this level? Administrator: I will make some of my assets available, but it is ultimately your mission to handle this. Ten? O5-10: Yes? Administrator: There are a few files I'll grant access to for you later, just in case. Share them with the Council at your own discretion. (The Administrator leaves) <End Log> May 1976 AD Reality locally collapsed in North Hillcrest High School. In subsequent months Containment Procedures are established to keep students from entering the auditorium and causing reality-altering events. The school and the phenomenon surrounding it were contained as SCP-7676. June 1976 AD Anomalous activity at Salvation High School was investigated by the Federal Bureau of Investigation Unusual Incidents Unit. The town was later condemned. The source of anomalous activity in the town is contained as SCP-3935. July 1976 AD An unknown meme merged with SCP-3919, causing individuals to think of themself as the children of SCP-3919 and subsequently fall under its effect. The Spread of the meme resulted in the loss of multiple cities before it died out. August 1976 AD Yearbooks of Kirk Lonwood High School were found in other High Schools across the USA but were found to be non-anomalous with one exception. The yearbooks were confiscated and the anomalous one is contained as SCP-1833. September 1976 AD An organism thought by witnesses to be their father was brought to a hospital in Huntington, West Virginia. Its origins could not be investigated due to missing manpower. The organism is contained as SCP-1976. State: Close Family ties are at risk of removing primary subjects. Response: Job opportunities are mirrored after template. Result: Family ties reduced to acceptable level. State: Nickname distribution shows significant divergence. Response: Prime students through exposed media towards favoured nicknames. Result: No change in nickname distribution observed. March 1976 Specific strains of SCP-3281 were noticed to be actions requiring enacting a high school graduation. Strain was dealt with per Standard Late-Stage Memetic Outbreak Protocol-3281. April 1976 A student was able to reach the auditorium of North Hillcrest High School due to missing manpower. It was subsequently established that the GOC would focus on emergent anomalies and the Foundation contain anomalies that could not immediately be terminated. SCP-7676 was recontained. May 1976 POI-099 ("The Plundering Tourist") manifested in 76 different high schools/secondary schools across the globe and induced a local reality failure in each of them. Situation was stabilized by local Foundation Operatives where available after POI-099. June 1976 The GOC activated Procedure Pizzicato and established Global Martial Law. At the Foundation's request, High Schools were temporarily outlawed. July 1976 Global Evacuations to shelters were started. Several areas proved difficult to evacuate due to several summer holidays-enforcing anomalies. Possible [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED] State: Significant portions of band members have their main social circle outside of the band. Response: Foundation operatives changed circumstances in the social situations of friends outside the band and highlighted other common interests of friends inside the band. Result: Fraternization between Band members raised to an acceptable level. State: No presence of Syncope Symposium in the high school. Response: Operations expanded to make the town as a whole favourable for manifestation. Result: Syncope Symposium opened a shop in the town. Manifestation is notably different from expected parameters. The question as to the source of anomalies is an often asked one. The question is of course easily answered in that there is not one but many. No "source" we may find is able to cover everything that is anomalous. A more commonly theorized origin lies in the social atmosphere that surrounds us everywhere we get into contact with people. Anomalies are then a sort of social tension that twists and twists until it breaks. Were this hypothesis true, then anomalies are theoretically reproducible, albeit only if the exact social situation can be recreated. It is to note that there is no difference between the paranormal being the product of our social reality and the theory that certain social situations simply attract attention from the kind of entity that leaves the anomalous in their wake. These two theories will be treated as interchangeable until a method is devised to clearly separate one from the other. This paper proposes a method to prove either of these theories as correct using the Shaw/Zartion Hominid Replicators and memetic conditioning to achieve… July 1976 Global Evacuations to shelters were started. Several areas proved difficult to evacuate due to several summer holidays-enforcing anomalies. Possible [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED] January 1976 SCP-3776 affected items started appearing in shelters among secondhand clothing. Procedures were updated and SCP-3776 was recontained without any individual manifesting memories about "Camp Nimrod". March 1976 A school building manifested inside the tropical rainforest and started to replicate itself using the surrounding rainforest. A perimeter could be established before an unrecoverable amount of Rainforest was lost. May 1976 Swarms of entities masquerading as high school students were requesting access to the GOC city fortress Ganzir. After entry was denied they were terminated by other anomalous entities surrounding the city. August 1976 School buses appeared across the USA and abducted children not in shelters. The destination of these buses is unknown. November 1976 Efforts to contain SCP-7676 were abandoned as Foundation forces retreated. The GOC was given advance notice and was able to terminate the anomaly with heavy losses. O5 Council GOC High Command Meeting Transcript <Begin Log> Al Fine: I'm going to be exceedingly generous and assume you had a good reason to abandon your posts like that. O5-6: It's not a matter of retreating. More a change in strategy to focus on our most important Sites. Al Fine: You're hiding, is what you're saying. O5-10: In a way, I guess that is correct. Al Fine: We had an agreement. We can't focus on emergent threats if you can't suppress any long-term problems. O5-6: You seem to be handling it well, considering how you dealt with North Hillcrest High. Al Fine: Don't make me laugh. And for what? So you can focus all forces in Yellowstone? Whatever you're hiding there better be worth it. O5-4: Given the situation, the Council has agreed to share some information pertaining to that matter. DC al Fine is brought a short stack of files with SCP-2000 printed on the topmost one. Al Fine skims them. Al Fine: You can't be serious. O5-10: We assure you, the device exists as described. Al Fine: It can't. The Foundation doesn't have the capability to build this, you outright state this. And it can't have been used before or your technological advancement would surpass ours by at least 40 years. O5-10: We haven't. SCP-2000 was brought into this timeline by a Global Reality Shift. It didn't exist 40 years ago. Al Fine: This still doesn't justify your retreat. O5-10: How far are we from the Minimum Repopulation Margin of the GOC? Al Fine: We're not that far off, but we know this crisis is nearing its end. If both we and Pentagram continue like this there is still a chance to save humanity. If we hold out just a few months Eurtec will be operable enough to allow for instant deployment anywhere without much cost. O5-10: Overextending us now might put SCP-2000 in danger which is a risk we aren't willing to take. Given current projections we can wait the crisis out and then start reconstruction. Al Fine: There is no waiting it out. If you hide away in your bunkers humanity will die! O5-10: We've already strayed far too much of course. What is there left to save? Even if we pull through and rebuild from scratch all our history and culture will be gone. Al Fine: It is already gone. You can't turn back the clock. O5-10: We'll see. I hope we can count on you when we start the reconstruction. Pentagram has already agreed to return the US to its former state. Al Fine: I will not let it come to that. If the GOC is the only one looking forward then we must win alone. (DC al Fine leaves.) <End Log> November 1976 Efforts to contain SCP-7676 were abandoned as Foundation forces retreated. The GOC was given advance notice and was able to terminate the anomaly with heavy losses. December 1976 During an attempt to save a shelter, multiple GOC units succumbed to the effects of SCP-2316 resulting in the loss of the shelter. August 1976 Among other experiments, a test-high school was run by the Foundation. As expected anomalous occurrences in the high school environment had returned to a pre-1976 level. As such, Procedure Lazarus-01 was given the go-ahead. August 1976 After its completion PANOPTICON and PERIMETER, the latter with GOC co-approval, were used to scan for any appearance of the Syncope Symphony without success. (Note: Reports of NIGHTWATCH were investigated by the Temporal Anomalies Department independently.) August 1976 After its completion, the school outgrowth in the tropical rainforest was removed via orbital laser. August 1976 Agents of the Temporal Anomalies Department were utilized to confirm the accuracy of reconstruction. American High Schools were able to mirror the climate of 1975 High Schools with 80% accuracy. O5 Council Meeting Transcript <Begin Log> O5-10: What I'm proposing is a 5-year extension of the reconstruction period. If we continue using Delta-T in this window we can achieve nearly 100% accuracy of 1975 culture. O5-2: You know we can't grant that. O5-6: Everything has been aligned for the deadline of January in two years. This supposed 20% accuracy increase isn't worth the rescheduling. O5-10: Supposed? O5-6: Reality often disappoints when it comes to achieving perfection. Be happy we got to 80%. O5-10: Alright. ENUI-5 will be released as scheduled and be the endpoint of Procedure Lazarus-01. O5-11: On that note, is there any chance we can get our hands on 2000's amnestic regiment? O5-10: No. Releasing any of the 2000-specific technology opens Lazarus up for sabotage. O5-11: Staying with the eel it is then. O5-10: Besides, the entire point is that everything after 2000 usage goes back to before. O5-6: It's a bit late for that. Just look at our Orbital Lasers. Or PANOPTICON. O5-4: Or Eurtec. O5-10: Some of the Free Ports growing out of control is an issue. Is there no chance we can bring them back to Lazarus? O5-4: Not unless you want war with the GOC. They fought for humanity's survival, and they will keep it, if just in their little corners hidden from the world. O5-2: I concur. So close to the restart, it may be good to take our focus back to how we'll make it through the coming years instead of years long past. O5-10: I can see the sentiment. There is however one last experiment I'd like to put up for consideration before we officially restart history. <End Log> August 1976 Pentagram reinstates the US government with the most notable changes to the prior version being more legislation for Free Ports and a significant budget increase for both Pentagram and the UIU. History is resumed and high schools start the next school year. September 1976 Efforts failed to get concrete data on the evolution of high school/secondary school systems in Free Ports like Eurtec or Backdoor Soho that do not or do not fully comply with Protocol 2000-Retcon. To: Maria Jones From: O5-10 Subject: Re:SCP-7423 Slot Trouble Apologies for the late reply. I've sorted the files you sent me. There were a few there that don't belong here. I will have to take a deeper look at some point to confirm the accuracy of the described events. This should suffice for now to solve the slot problem. I have also created a direct file for SCP-7423 so no one else will mess with the slot. It and all the secondary files are to be restricted to exclusive Archivist Clearance. ~ O5-10 Item #: SCP-7423 Special Containment Procedures: As the SCP-7423 project is completed it requires no further Containment. SCP-7423-1 is to be contained per the Containment Procedures of SCP-1423. Description: SCP-7423 was part of a Foundation run experiment to test the success of recreating the American culture following the activation of SCP-2000. SCP-7423 specifically focused on reproducing the anomalous events in Kirk Lonwood High School in May of the original 1976 AD. This event was chosen as a plethora of anomalies with unknown origin centred on the final class of High School and the music shop Syncope Symphony appeared in the original 1976 and the following years of the ADK-Class "Anomalous Destabilization" Scenario. While the exact events could not be reproduced, the experiment resulted in the creation of SCP-7423-1, since designated SCP-1423. SCP-7423 was therefore tentatively deemed a success. SCP-7423-1 is a polaroid photograph that when held by a human subject will enhance memories of the subject's last high school summer vacation to the point of bypassing amnestic treatment. The back of SCP-7423-1 shows the written message "We've had a great year, haven't we?" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7423" by Ethagon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7423. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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close Info X SCP-7424: ANTI-WEEDINATOR Author: JorgeMtzb Special Thanks to: GlassAutomaton, Zoobeeny, Dr Blackbox, Dr Vikki Lost, Rigen, Tsercele and Glossy-lane542 for critting this article JorgeMtzb My first attempt at a GAW draft! Hope you enjoy. Item#: 7424 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo and stay in drugs Don't do school kids SCP-7424 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7424 is to be stored in a standard containment locker at Site-18. Access to SCP-7424 is restricted to Level 2 personnel and above. Cannabis products are strictly prohibited on the containment floor. Description: SCP-7424 is a blue gardening spade measuring 20 centimeters in length with a wooden handle and a metal blade. The words "WEED-B-GONE" are written with a black permanent marker on the left side of the handle. SCP-7424's anomalous properties activate when brought within a 10-meter proximity to any tissue, materials, or combustion byproducts derived from plants of the genus Cannabis (commonly known as marijuana). These properties also encompass any items associated with the recreational use of marijuana as a psychoactive drug. Upon activation, SCP-7424's blade exerts a gravitational force on these materials, attracting them and subsequently absorbing them into itself. No trace of the absorbed objects have ever been found. Afterwards, SCP-7424 proceeds to launch itself at a velocity of approximately 30 meters per second towards any individual(s) who last made use of the aforementioned items, often resulting in serious injury. In case no such individual is present within its 10-meter activation radius, the anomaly will target the next individual to enter its effective range. Addendum: SCP-7424 came to the Foundation's attention following a series of disruptive events at a marijuana dispensary in Denver, Colorado, USA. Local authorities reported that an individual identified as Reece Stoneman had entered the establishment wielding SCP-7424. Individuals involved in the incident were hospitalized and amnesticized. After further investigation, the following online chat logs have been recovered: +See: SCP-7424 - Recovered Materials Log Access Granted EmptySausage 12:01 Guys. I brought an offering. The Reezer 12:01 Hey there fellow gamers! I'm new here. Mr. Found 12:02 Hey! mrwhitesphere 12:02 heya how are you N.Y. Booze 12:02 hi dipshit hi dipshit hi dipshit DullSilver 12:03 how's it going newbie BannedAlsoBTW 12:03 Wadaosjdoaijsdoiasjd TheReezer 12:05 I'm good, thanks! N.Y Booze 12:05 Hi dipshit Hi dipshit EmptySausage 12:06 Adopt the new guy yall treat him well BannedAlsoBtw 12:07 @EmptySausage. Poor choice of words, I'll feed him cat food. mrwhitesphere 12:07 Really? You kiddin me? Shame. He's gotta get scraps, not cat food. Everyone knows that. BannedAlsoBtw 12:08 true true my bad N.Y. Booze 12:09 You've been B O O Z E D EmptySausage 12:07 Booze stop B O O Z I N G people. N.Y. Booze 12:09 Booze is my name B O O Z I N G is my game if you can't handle the Booze you get B O O Z E D. TheReezer 12:09 Well, what's the first order of business? N.Y Booze 12:09 Crime TheReezer 12:10 hahah DullSilver 12:12 You could tell us a bit about yourself and your interest in the cause TheReezer 12:09 Well, Im an avid gamer and I despise weed. Seems pretty self-explanatory. mrwhitesphere 12:14 YEAAAAHHH FUCK WEED BannedAlsoBtw 12:14 I wouldn't do that, sounds painful. mrwhitesphere 12:14 wut BannedAlsoBtw 12:15 I said, I WOULDN'T DO THAT, IT SOUNDS PAINFUL mrwhitesphere 12:16 Does your mom sound less painful? BannedAlsoBtw 12:16 Less painful than looking at yours. mrwhitesphere 12:16 Shut up nerd. TheReezer 12:17 Hahah But uhhh Yeah I've actually been developing a little thing. Well, it's actually kinda big if. If I do say so myself. EmptySausage 12:17 @BannedAlsoBtw. Don't say it. BannedAlsoBtw 12:17 That's what she said. EmptySausage 12:18 I will smack you with the fridge again. BannedAlsoBtw 12:19 EmptySausage 12:20 That's it! *kicks your balls* BannedAlsoBtw 12:20 I've got more balls than you ever will. EmptySausage 12:21 Sorry about that lol. please continue. What is this big thing you want to speak about? TheReezer 12:21 Well it's something a lil… let's say supernatural. BannedAlsoBtw 12:21 What is it? N.Y Booze 12:21 GET B O O- I'm listening. DullSilver 12:22 Starting strong are we? TheReezer 12:22 Yeah! I'm actually pretty excited to show ya'll. Just fair warning it's my ever first ever uhhh. mrwhitesphere 12:23 spooky thing TheReezer 12:23 Yes. It's my first ever spooky thing so I'm not precisely… good at it. I have no idea what I'm doing to be frank. EmptySausage 12:23 It's fine lol, we all started somewhere no? mrwhitesphere 12:24 Not me, I've always been a god among men. Mr. Found 12:24 Yeah, yeah, just show us the weird magic shit already. TheReezer 12:26 Here's a pic mrwhitesphere 12:26 a shovel DullSilver 12:26 do you live in a white void?? Mr. Found 12:26 that looks more like a spade mrwhitesphere 12:26 what's even the difference? Mr. Found 12:27 "A shovel typically has a curved blade and is used for digging. On the other hand, a spade has a flat blade and is used for cutting and removing soil." BannedAlsoBtw 12:27 EmptySausage 12:28 What about the shovel? Mr. Found 12:28 Spade* TheReezer 12:30 It's called the "Weed-B-Gone" cuz you know "weed" is like a double entendre. Cuz gardeening has weeds and cuz you know "Gamers Against Weeds" Mr. Found 12:30 We get it, we get it. TheReezer 12:30 I made it so that it absorbs all the weed around it. It'll siphon out smoke from the air and grab blunts and stuff like that. DullSilver 12:30 Yoo that's awesome. I could use something like that. So how do you get it back? TheReezer 12:30 What you mean? DullSilver 12:30 How you get the weed, I don't see like a hole or nothin TheReezer 12:31 What? BannedAlsoBtw 12:31 They said: "HOW DO YOU GET THE WEED, I DON'T SEE LIKE A HOLE OR NOTHIN" TheReezer 12:32 Well, you don't. It gets rid of the weed. After it detects who was responsible for it, It hits them in the head. Not too hard, just like a lil boop, I made sure of that. DullSilver 12:32 In all seriousness like what does it actually do tho. Or is it literally just a normal shovel. I mean if you didn't actually make full-on spooky shit just for the bit that's fair, I don't think anyone can blame you. Mr. Found 12:33 SPADE* DullSilver 12:33 whatever TheReezer 12:32 What bit? DullSilver 12:33 this was funny at first but you dragged it out for wayyy too long mrwhitesphere 12:33 Wait, yall don't think they're serious, do yall? EmptySausage 12:34 What? Nahhh mrwhitesphere 12:34 @EmptySausage. Did you remember to say the name was ironic when you invited them EmptySausage 12:34 Of course I did, I always do mrwhitesphere 12:35 Check EmptySausage 12:37 Shit. TheReezer 12:38 …Ironic? mrwhitesphere 12:38 Yeah GAW is supposed to be ironic. We don't actually fight against weed. Emptysausage 12:39 We're just making fun of overly self-righteous groups. The whole "Gamers Against Weed" thing is a parody. TheReezer 12:38 You- you're kidding right? BannedAlsoBtw 12:38 wait shit they were fr fr this whole time? DullSilver 12:39 They appear to have been TheReezer 12:39 I really thought we were against weed! How can this be a joke? Ya'll are just fucking with me right? Please tell me ya'll are. N.Y. Booze 12:40 Yeah, but that's besides the point TheReezer 12:40 Oh, you know what? FUCK. YALL. DullSilver 12:45 ouch! harsh EmptySausage 12:45 woahh N.Y Booze 12:46 lol TheReezer 12:44 Yeah, I said it, go fuck yourselves EmptySausage 12:40 let's calm down for a second. It's all in good fun. TheReezer 12:41 Good fun!? You have no idea how much time I've invested in this! The "Anti-Weedinator" is a marvel of weed eradication technology! DullSilver 12:41 I thought it was called the Weed-B-Gone TheReezer 12:42 I CHANGED MY MIND OKAY? Is that a fucking crime!? N.Y Booze 12:42 DID SOMEBODY SAY CRIME? EmptySausage 12:43 not now booze N.Y Booze 12:44 awww TheReezer 12:47 Now if you excuse me, I'm outta here. Reece stoneman is leaving this hellhole with the rest of his dignitity. And I'm taking my shovel with me. BannedAlsoBtw 12:48 wait. your last name is fucking STONEMAN!!?? TheReezer 12:48 IT'S GERMAN EmptySausage 12:50 I don't think that's german… aaand they're gone. DullSilver 12:51 jeez Mr. Found 12:51 OH GOD DAMN IT. IT'S A SPADE FFS Matzah Balls 12:55 hey guys i'm back what'd i miss More From This Author More From This Author JorgeMtzb's Works SCPs SCP-5031-J (+22) • SCP-500-J (+150) • SCP-8045 (+200) • SCP-7121 (+109) • SCP-8022 (+78) • SCP-7229 (+62) • SCP-7192 (+11) • SCP-7911 (+32) • SCP-7194 (+36) • SCP-719M4-J (+216) • Tales/GoI Formats Other JorgeMtzb's Author Page (+22) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7424" by JorgeMtzb, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7424. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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Guaire You can find more of my articles here. Item #: SCP-7425 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7425 cannot be transported wholly to any given Foundation facility given its large size. As a result containment efforts are focused on preventing civilian and scientific access to the area where the anomaly lies. Material from SCP-7425 should be shipped regularly towards Research Site-45, stocks are to be kept at near-maximum capacity. Description: SCP-7425 was a Large Scale Aggressor resembling a decapodal crustacean. SCP-7425 is believed to have originally stood at 130 meters in height and 500 meters in length, reaching an approximate mass of five thousand metric tons, though its current state makes estimation unable to be verified. It is believed SCP-7425 has extradimensional origins, from an alternate reality, or portion of reality, where a different set of physical laws allowed it to reach its gigantic size. SCP-7425 manifested into baseline reality in the 3rd of November 1954 on the Kerguelen Oceanic Plateau. Prior to its appearance, ontokinetic fluctuations had warned Foundation systems of baseline reality becoming unstable in the area, prompting the dispatchment of a Research Task Force, which went on to record the arrival of SCP-7425, and the events following it. Immediately after its manifestation into baseline reality, SCP-7425 began moving east, in direction towards Australia. A few seconds following the start of its movement it stopped, presumably having spent all the energy on its body in these few initial movements. At the same time this took place, cellular metabolism from SCP-7425’s interior began to drastically increase its internal temperature, becoming hot enough for the surrounding water to noticeably warm, and steam beginning to originate around the anomaly’s body. Roughly 4 seconds following SCP-7425's initial appearance, its appendages began to falter as a result of both oceanic pressure and the anomaly’s mass. Its body unable to support its own weight, SCP-7425 fell onto the seafloor, greatly damaging both it and the anomaly. The burden of SCP-7425’s meat was likewise too heavy, flattening its internal organs, most notably the heart and gills. While SCP-7425’s shell was thick enough to resist all initial internal and external pressures, that was not the case with the remaining limbs, which cracked, letting the boiling-hot seawater enter the anomaly’s open wounds and bloodstream. Finally around the 10 seconds mark, the anomaly’s internal temperature reached a temperature such that it exploded, scattering large portions of biological matter throughout the entirety of the Kerguelen Plateau. SCP-7425 lost roughly 65% of its biomass in this event. Prior to this final incident, personnel of the Research Task Force stationed in the area had reported hearing the anomaly “screaming in pain”. This was likely a result of highly pressurized steam creaking out of SCP-7425’s interior at high speed, and should not under any circumstance be interpreted as the anomaly being in possession of advanced cognition and emotions. The exact conditions that led to the appearance of SCP-7425 became the result of Foundation research the years following the initial event. Many important advancements in inter-dimensional technology are taking place as a result. A method believed to be able to replicate the circumstances that led to SCP-7425 manifestation has recently been discovered. It is expected that Foundation facilities’s seafood budget will lower significantly. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7425" by Guaire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7425. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION As the status of the majority of Foundation sites are currently unknown, the following document has been authored by Alexandra.aic. Item#: 7426 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-7426 is uncontainable, efforts are currently centered around finding survivors. Any AIAD systems located in any semi-operable Foundation sites have deployed reconnaissance vehicles and drones to scour the Earth for any traces of survivors and gather supplies for them. Self-automated construction vehicles which have not been destroyed during SCP-7426 have also been deployed to rebuild their sites for shelter. Description: SCP-7426 refers to an event which occurred on 19/05/2022 where all gravitational force on Earth ceased for approximately five seconds. Due to the lack of gravitational force pulling them down, all masses on Earth were immediately displaced by its rotational speed. This includes the significant loss of Earth’s atmosphere and important binding agents within it, leading to all concrete structures and buildings collapsing almost instantaneously. Following SCP-7426, all items displaced by the anomaly began falling back to Earth, resulting in the majority of living things not yet killed during the event expiring on impact. Any survivors following the initial impact were either crushed by falling debris or killed via major natural disasters. As of the time of writing, it is currently unknown whether or not there are any survivors following SCP-7426 as all major communication networks have also been disrupted by the event. Aside from finding survivors, efforts to discover the cause of SCP-7426 are currently underway. Addendum 7426.1: Several flight and communication logs of an SCP Foundation spacecraft were retrieved from the remnants of The National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA)’s mission control building. The following logs have been gathered and compiled into the following Auto-Transcription Log. Auto-Transcription Log 7426.1: [BEGIN LOG] <13:12:06:> Supply Ship Ramina V launches from Kennedy Space Center to the International Space Station (ISS). <13:20:56:> Ramina V reaches orbit and begins its route towards the ISS. <13:22:10:> The SCP Foundation receives several emergency transmissions from NASA about a gargantuan spatial anomaly approaching the Solar System. Despite this, as rough estimates and observations show this anomaly keeping its distance from Earth, it has been deemed to not be a threat. <13:22:33:> The SCP Foundation receives a report of a sudden increase in speed from the anomaly, with calculations estimating that it was on a collision course with Earth. <13:22:35:> The anomaly nears the solar system. Events similar to SCP-7426 reportedly occur on planets within it. <13:22:37:> SCP-7426 occurs. [END LOG] The following still was also taken from surveillance cameras onboard the ISS. Show Image? Hide Image? . . . Receiving… . . . Receiving… . . . Receiving… . . . Transmission successfully received. . . . Transcribing… Addendum 7426.2: The following radio transmission was received by all functional SCP Foundation sites two days after SCP-7426 occurred. AUDIO LOG 7426.1: [BEGIN LOG] [Radio static for fifteen seconds.] <panicked> …Hello? Hello? Is anyone there? [Radio static for thirty seconds. Mumbling can be heard, but it is undecipherable.] [Silence for thirty seconds.] <desperate> Hello? Is there anyone left? [The voice softens as the speaker moves away from the microphone.] I didn't think this would happen- I just wanted to help- [Silence for fifteen seconds. A small sniff is heard.] I'm sorry… I'm, so, so, sorry. [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7426" by Eeveellector, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7426. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: awhellnaw Author: Eeveellector License: CC-BY-SA-3.0 Source Link: Uses images from https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:STS115_Atlantis_undock_ISS_edit2.jpg (NASA, Public Domain) and https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Eye_iris.jpg (Petr Novák, Wikipedia, CC-BY-SA-2.5) Filename: mold Author: Eeveellector License: CC-BY-SA-3.0 Source Link: N/A
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The night wind howls around you, whipped into a blinding flurry of snow as you speed down the hillside. The surrounding tundra, bathed in pillowy white, sheds soft reams of pearls that drift up and into the air in the wake of your snowmobile. The quiet valley below shimmers, resplendent with the light of the moon. You could almost stop and take a moment to revel in its beauty. But you can't stop. To stop now would be to die. Already the cold has wormed its way in, into your fingers, your toes, your teeth; threatening with each passing second to creep further, until nothing more can be felt. You will your hands — trusting them to respond despite the alien lack of sensation — to tighten their grip on the handlebars. You set your sights on the facility ahead. A towering, brutalist facility. The only human structure for hundreds of miles: Exclusionary Site-16. The site juts unevenly from the plains where it was constructed. A sore in the Earth. Para-technology and forbidden magicks brought together in a marvel of an emergency shelter. A shelter built not for mankind, but for information. It was designed to withstand the ravages of time and resist alterations to reality itself. A bulwark against falsehoods, its annals contain not only the complete records of the Foundation, but of humanity as a whole. The ground beneath you transitions from rough terrain to the smooth conformity of tarmac — a disused airstrip blanketed with fresh snow. Hopefully the skeleton crew that maintains the site were able to quarantine themselves within the stronghold. Hopefully. Proximity lights activate as you approach the entrance and kill the engine. At one time you may have found the tall steel doors to be imposing, but at this point they're a welcome sight. A keycard reader beside the door accepts your credentials: Records and Information Security Administration; Level-5 access. You take refuge in the unlit entryway, stepping around the front desk and into the hall beyond. All is quiet. A cursory look into several rooms reveals no sign of recent activity. No sign of survivors. You take a moment to retrieve a small inhaler from your rucksack, fasten it to a respirator, and press it to your face. A purplish, minty haze sprays from the device and fills the translucent mask. You breathe the Class W mnestics in deeply. The clarity it brings fortifies your mind. The elevator is functional. You board it and press the lowest button. You've several minutes of descent here — records of Foundation affairs are contained at the lowest levels of the facility. In the stillness of the elevator, under the influence of powerful mnestics, an SCP file is called to the forefront of your mind, as clear in your recollection as if it was right in front of you. DATA LOST Item Number: SCP-7427 Special Containment Procedures: As of this writing, it is impossible to determine the number of survivors outside the employment of the Foundation; search and rescue operations for this purpose have been suspended. Due to the nature of SCP-7427's effects, all personnel are to self-isolate. Personnel and teams with experience in the containment of meteorological, counter-conceptual, antimemetic, and infohazardous anomalies are to pursue research into SCP-7427 with the goal of neutralizing or reversing its effects. Remaining personnel are to focus purely on survival. Personnel expecting to come into contact with SCP-7427, be it for testing purposes or egress through the anomaly, are advised to dose themselves with mnestics of Class-Q or above. Update: RAISA-Level 5 clearance has been granted to all personnel. Survivors with the capability to do so are instructed to travel to Exclusionary Sites 16, 38, and 47 to rediscover files associated with SCP-7427's emergence. The contents of these files are integral to the Mission Objective, and must be relayed to personnel at Site-41. Description: SCP-7427 refers to an anomalous meteorological phenomenon currently encompassing the entirety of the Earth. Presenting physically as a blizzard that persists despite the lack of supporting weather systems, SCP-7427 is responsible for a worldwide reduction in average temperature by -8°C, and the disruption of various ecosystems. It is estimated that over 120,000 genera have been brought to extinction as a direct result of SCP-7427. While airborne and in motion, individual crystals of SCP-7427 have been found to become selectively immaterial. While visible, the crystals may fall or be blown through persons and structures. The precipitation and gales of SCP-7427 exhibit additional effects that are deleterious to the conventional ontology. These effects consist of, but are not limited to: Loss of persons Those who are isolated will become susceptible to spontaneous cessation of existence. This effect extends to subjects who are separated while still in close physical proximity, even when simply breaking line of sight. While typically occurring outdoors, exposure to SCP-7427 precipitation is not required — as evidenced by the systematic loss of all ISS crew members across seven weeks. Loss of loci High-volume locations, such as densely populated cities and buildings housing over 100 persons, have wholly ceased to exist, reduced to particulate form through erosion by SCP-7427's winds and dispersed into the atmosphere. Monuments, culturally-significant architecture, and gravesites are also affected in this manner. While many man-made structures remain standing, they are typically unpopulated and culturally insignificant. The exceptions to the population threshold are Foundation Site-41, headquarters of the Antimemetics Division; Site-87, whose personnel boast an average Cognitohazard Resistance Value of 18.5; and Facility-Q13, the leading producer of mnestics. Loss of information SCP-7427's emergence coincided with the loss of countless files in the Foundation databases and physical stores. This effect extends to all media, including video, audio, and printed works. This loss manifests as complete and irreversible erasure, as if the information were never recorded: hard drives are wiped, books become blank, vinyl records lose their grooves, and so forth. Through cross-referencing remaining data stores, testimonies of RAISA personnel, and Artificially Intelligent Conscipt records, it was found that in the hours leading up to SCP-7427's emergence, three SCP files in particular were flagged for the retroactive nonexistence of essential components: SCP-087 A preternaturally dark stairwell within a school campus that descends indefinitely. It is inhabited both by a malevolent force represented by a featureless white face, as well as the audible crying of a small child. The affected file is Document #087-IV, the last of four recorded D-Class explorations into the stairwell. SCP-783 A predatory entity that emerges every dozen years in the small English hamlet of Temby, trapping lone citizens indoors overnight to stalk and mutilate them. A mass grave of its victims found buried beneath the town, serves as a gateway into a spatially anomalous replica of the area. The affected document is SCP-783-L3, a transcript detailing Dr. Lafayette's expedition into the replica of Temby. SCP-610 A contagious, mutagenic skin virus affecting a large region in Southern Siberia, responsible for the infection, mutation, and death of all extant life forms in its radius. Affected organisms are universally hostile to all life, and seek to propagate and spread SCP-610 further. The affected document is SCP-610-L6: video footage depicting the investigation into SCP-610's source point, filmed from the perspective of assault team members separated during an altercation with the infected. You learn a lot about reading between the lines in my profession. Not literally, of course, but in the sense that when the very nature of what you study actively resists perception, defying understanding of what Is and Is Not, one has to be able to think sideways. That last part can actually be literal. It is an impossible task to describe that which is ineffable, but one can conceive an outline around it if only one looks from the proper angle. Alongside the Department of Analytics, our team has been studying affected zones, persons, information, and events affected by SCP-7427. We have concluded that secondary SCP-7427 effects do not trigger indiscriminately. Through investigating gaps in the historical record, reviewing census data, and compiling satellite footage of impacted zones, a rough outline of SCP-7427-affected concepts has been constructed. There is a pattern. It seems to pick and choose, flowing from one person to a family member or associate, flitting from a shared experience and targeting a historical event, using that as a platform to eliminate a geographic location. The selective nature mimics the hunting patterns of typical infovores. We've bested those before. SCP-7427 may seem insurmountable, but what it gains through omnipresence it loses in precision: regardless of what SCP-7427 eliminates, it is not thorough enough to affect memory. If it did, this file wouldn't exist. We wouldn't even die screaming, we'd die never knowing anything had gone wrong at all. It's about damn time an anomaly's incompatibility with the human mind worked in our favor. Perception defines reality. That's our ace in the hole. SCP-7427 hasn't been able to affect personnel on mnestic regimens because of their heightened ability to define themselves as conscious observers; concrete webs of memories and experiences forming a lattice of identity. An unassailable internal narrative. We're close to picking apart exactly what makes SCP-7427 tick, but we need to pin down its source. If we can determine the concepts it modeled itself on, we'll be able to engineer a counter meme, and we can finally shut the book on this whole damn mess. Clear skies lay ahead. Doctor Cynthia Sommer Senior Researcher - Antimemetics Division The soft ding! of the elevator breaks your concentration. You arrive in a dank, poorly-lit antechamber. A single door stands across from you, ajar. A steel plate affixed to the wall beside it reads "Files: SCP-002 - SCP-999". Crossing the threshold, you are struck by the musty aroma of old paper and moisture-regulated air. The files in here represent the oldest in the Foundation's annals, long predating the era digitization and advent of SCiPNET. Thankfully, if you've been in in one Foundation archive, you've been in them all. You make a beeline for the back of the room, brushing aside the occasional cobweb and as you dart past countless floor-to-ceiling cabinets. There is only one file you need to find — one file that may be the linchpin to ending the storm. The cabinets lining the back wall contain files for SCPs 002 through 099. You roll a ladder over to the drawer marked "080-089", pull it out by at least a solid yard, and start rifling through. Genome sequencing of SCP-081, the transcript of a play authored by SCP-082, interviews with Cassie… Near the very back of the drawer, you finally find it — SCP-087 and its associated files. The first few are mundane: the criminal history of the D-Class used in experimentation, amnestization records for civilians, and expenditure reports. A hand-typed copy of the SCP file itself lies at the end of the stack. Appended to it are exploration logs I, II, III… and there, exactly where it should be: the final log. You turn the page to Document #087-IV, and begin to read. Document #087-IV Document #087-IV: Exploration IV D-7219 is a 26-year-old male with an athletic build. Subject has several years of experience as a volunteer professional with Yosemite Park's Wilderness Search and Rescue Team. D-7219 is provided with a rescue harness, an extra lamp, emergency flares, and provisions to sustain a daylong excursion. The descent is broadcast to Control using a hands-free sousveillance apparatus. The audiovisual feed opens from the perspective of D-7219 as the door is closed behind him, the metallic din reverberating off the aged concrete walls of the stairwell. The entrance landing is illuminated by a fixture beside the door. It is the sole source of light built into SCP-087. D-7219 approaches the stairs, placing a hand on the black metal railing. The fixture by the door is unable to illuminate beyond the first step, its radius of light terminating sharply into impenetrable darkness. D-7219 extends his free hand beyond the illuminated area and watches as it seemingly vanishes into the void, completely imperceptible past the wrist. D-7219: [whistles] Right, so y'all aren't paying me enough for this shit. Dr. ██████: D-7219, are you prepared to make your descent? D-7219 looks over the railing into the void of the stairwell. There is a harsh scraping noise, and the video feed is momentarily obscured by the brilliant light of a flare. He drops it, watching as its orbit of light is quickly absorbed into the darkness as it falls, failing to illuminate even the flight immediately below. D-7219: [ignoring Control] Do you offer profit sharing? I'll need to see your plans for vision and dental, especially dental. These pearly whites aren't exact— Dr. ██████: D-7219! Are you prepared to make your descent? D-7219: Yeah, yeah. Just making… light of it. With this, D-7219 activates his head-lamp, chuckling to himself. The darkness recedes. Roughly half of the flight ahead can be seen. The first few steps are taken cautiously, with D-7219 glancing down with each foot placement, hand still guiding him down the railing. As the second-floor landing comes into view, he quickens his pace, letting go of the railing and bounding down the last few steps. The stairwell echoes with every footfall. D-7219: Alright, not too bad. I half thought it would keep going in one direction, and all I could imagine was how much it would suck to trip and tumble down infinite stairs. Dr. ██████: Noted. Please continue. D-7219 begins descending to the third floor. Halfway down, he stops suddenly. He looks over the railing to stare into the darkness below. D-7219: Christ. You hearing this? [shouting] Hello? Hey! Hey, are you hurt? D-7219: [to Control] I'm hearing a kid down there. Don't seem to be responding. Is that our rescue? Dr. ██████: What you're hearing is consistent with previous subjects' experiences. Please continue. D-7219: "Consistent with previous subjects", right. Can I talk to a real person? D-7219 reaches the third-floor landing. At this point, the audio picks up the sound of a crying child emanating from the depths. D-7219: Anyways, the kid doesn't sound like they're too far down. How deep did you guys say this was? Dr. ██████ does not respond. As the camera feed steadily sways with D-7219's movement, a pale white face, SCP-087-1, stands out stark in the darkness above. D-7219 passes without sighting it. D-7219: Hello? Dr. ██████: We, erm — sorry. That's yet to be determined. We're hoping you can help us answer that. Pace yourself, though. Document anything unusual. D-7219: Unusual? Oh geez, let me see… [shouting] It's dark as fuck, man! Dr. ██████: Please focus. D-7219: Heh. You're smiling right now, aren't ya? I hear it in your voice. C'mon! Admit it! Receiving no response, D-7219 continues the descent, grumbling inaudibly. Over the next fifteen minutes, D-7219 stops at the 51st landing to note damage to the surrounding stairs and walls — consistent with previous explorations. He stops again at the meter-wide hole at the 89th landing, first documented in Exploration III. From here, he continues silently until the 96th landing. D-7219: So, do we know who the kid is? Dr. ██████: You have a rescue harness because there's a possibility a lost child is down there, but we cannot be certain of it at this time. D-7219: Oh, so like… it could be a recording? Or something that sounds like a child? It's like, what… mimesis? Dr. ██████: The latter is within the realm of possibility. We've analyzed the footage, and there's far too much deviation in verbiage and tone for it to simply be a looped recording. And I think the word you're looking for is 'mimetic'. D-7219: Huh? D-7219 passes the 97th landing, now taking each flight at a brisk pace. Dr. ██████: Same root, "mimos". "Mimetic" is typically used in a biological sense. "Mimesis", though it can be used interchangeably, is more to do with artistic representation. The imitation of life and nature through mediums such as paint or poetry. D-7219 pauses to peer over the railing and into the void space of the stairwell. D-7219: Okay, pal… Doc? Sir? Let me hold onto the hope it is "mimesis", eh? Much rather find a… a painting down there than a Something pretending to be a person. Sounds harmless. Dr. ██████: In a bodily sense, yes, but mimesis wasn't seen as entirely harmless. Plato, for example, opined that the arts were incapable of imparting truth. A falsification of reality. He saw it as something capable of leading to immorality; an indulgence of passion. D-7219 quickens his pace, jumping the last two stairs leading to the 102nd-floor landing. D-7219: You know, I woulda asked you about art theory thirty floors ago if I knew that's what it took to open you up. Ever thought about teaching? Dr. ██████: Never. My employer offers unrivaled vision and dental. D-7219: Ha! Seems you've got a sense of humor after a— The grating screech of rending metal dominates the audio feed. The camera jerks wildly as D-7219 looks about in a panic, swearing. Dr. ██████: D-7219, report! Are you all right? D-7219: Y-yeah. I'm fine. I think it came from somewhere down below me. I'm just… D-7219 approaches the next flight. D-7219: …just a little spooked, is all. Dr. ██████: Understandable. Now, if you please… D-7219: Right. [sighs] Back to business. D-7219 returns to descending at a modest pace. Beyond his steady breathing and the ever-present pleading voice, there is silence for the next ten minutes. A newly-discovered deviation is noted on the 163rd floor. In a hushed whisper, he addresses Control. D-7219: Hey… Hey, you seein' this? D-7219 has frozen in place. Before him is a series of glinting points in the darkness of the flight below, reflecting the light of his torch despite their occlusion in the dark of SCP-087. D-7219's gaze remains fixed as he slowly advances, glancing away momentarily to check his footing. He leads with his left foot in a side step, body half-turned, prepared to run. Down another step. Several jet-black protrusions come slowly into view. Ragged, sharp metallic points that glisten in the approaching light. Another step. The length of the protrusions can be made out as the 163rd-floor landing comes into view. The metal railing on either side of the stairwell has been violently twisted and bent. Some sections have been split along their length, others are torn clean from the concrete, leaving cracks along the walls and edge of the stairs. The longest sections twist and extrude well into D-7219's path, jagged ends turned toward him. Dr. ██████: Are you able to proceed? D-7219 carefully approaches, glancing in all directions. Gingerly, he sidesteps, stooping below and between mangled portions of the railing; the camera angle shifts with his contortions. It is as he takes a wide step over an obstruction, with his body half-turned, that footage shows a bright white point on the stairway above. Coming to a stop, he focuses on it. SCP-087-1 stares back at D-7219. Its eyes are closed. Its mouthless visage lies expressionless. Unmoving. D-7219: Doctor? Tell me what the fuck I'm looking at. ██████? Slowly, SCP-087-1 advances. Though it is not known to possess a body, the face moves at a staggard pace. It quivers, then pauses, before quivering again, as if it is ambulating down towards D-7219 one deliberate step at a time. D-7219 begins hyperventilating, doubling his pace. D-7219: Fuck, fuck fuck! Dr. ██████: D-7219! Remain calm and withdraw! D-7219: What the shit do you think I'm— There is a sound of tearing fabric, D-7219 hisses in pain but does not slow in his retreat. D-7219: —fucking doing? SCP-087-1 shuffles closer, its face moving easily past the gnarled railing. The darkness appears to move with it, with the illumination provided by D-7219's torch becoming less effective the closer the face approaches. Backing away, D-7219 looks over his shoulder — he is almost clear of the obstruction. He turns back. Five stairs between him and SCP-087-1 remain illuminated. Then four. D-7219 guides himself around another sharpened prong. Three stairs. D-7219's breathing becomes more labored. He whispers an expletive. Two stairs. One. It pauses. Suddenly, SCP-087-1 jerks forward. D-7219 recoils rapidly. There is a squelching noise and he bellows in anguish. With SCP-087-1's proximity, the environment is shrouded entirely in darkness. Only the top half of SCP-087-1 remains visible. Its eyes open. Pale orbs dominated by sclera, with no visible pupils, stare into the camera as D-7219 screams. SCP-087-1 vanishes. The illuminated area returns to its standard radius. In the tangled mess of railing ahead, a tattered bit of fabric clings to one of the lower protrusions. It is stained with blood. Dr. ██████: I— y-y-you… D-7219? Are… are you… D-7219 groans, tilting his head slightly. From the bottom-right corner of the feed, a sharpened, thin bit of railing can be seen, glistening red. D-7219: Yeah, I— [grunts] Fucking… shoulder [groans] Clean thro… [growls] An audible suckling noise can be heard as D-7219 wrests himself from the railing. He collapses on the 164th landing and begins rustling through his equipment, extracting gauze and medical tape. He is still breathing heavily but is beginning to calm down. D-7219: You guys… are going to have to… give me a minute. Audio is overcome by the scuffling of the mic as D-7219 removes his sousveillance equipment. For the next several minutes, the feed captures D-7219 as he removes his shirt. He is bleeding heavily from his right shoulder. Once again the video feed is saturated in maroon light as D-7219 readies a new flare. He cranes his neck to the side, his head held high and to the left. His face is contorted in a grimace. He brings the flare up and presses the lit end to the wound, growling through gritted teeth. He similarly cauterizes the entry wound and tosses the flare aside. He is cast in its glow as he dresses his shoulder wound, as well as a gash below his knee. After a moment, he readorns his shirt and retrieves the sousveillance equipment. D-7219: When the fuck were you planning on telling me I had company?! Dr. ██████: I— D-7219: What is it?! Dr. ██████: We don't know. D-7219: Bullshit. D-7219 approaches the stairs leading to the 164th-floor landing. D-7219: That's bullshit, and I'm not going anywhere until I get an answer. Dr. ██████: Listen to me: I promise, I'm just as in the dark as you are. If you'll forgive my phrasing. D-7219 bellows out a laugh that is immediately cut short with a pained groan. D-7219: For fuck's sake, don't make me laugh. Dr. ██████: All I can tell you is that we don't know what it is, what its intentions may be… if it's even sentient. It seems as if it is inimical to explorers. Its presence tends to unnerve and instill feelings of paranoia, but we've no clear record of it causing direct harm. I'm sorry I have nothing else. D-7219: Hmm… D-7219 reaches out towards the railing on his left, guiding himself as he descends. D-7219: Scooby-Doo. Dr. ██████: Excuse me? D-7219: You know, like the show. He's trying to scare me away. D-7219 rounds the 164th-floor landing. D-7219: And if he's trying to scare me away, there has to be something he's trying to scare me away from. Just has one goddamn scary mask, is all. Dr. ██████: I wouldn't be so nonchalant, but I think I see where you're coming from. D-7219: Right? D-7219 rounds the 166th-floor landing. D-7219: So, I figure, there has to be a bottom. There has to be a missing kid. D-7219 quickens his pace down the next two flights, sprinting with abandon. D-7219: There has to be an ending. An answer. Otherwise, what's the point? Dr. ██████: I'm relieved by your determination, and I hope we can find some answers too, but you may be assuming intent where there very well could be none. D-7219 pauses. D-7219: Oh, come off it. Someone doesn't go out of their way to make… all of this, just to leave it unfinished. D-7219 continues for the next two hours, alternating between bouts of rapid descent and a measured pace, only checking in with control to determine his depth and the time elapsed. He takes a twenty-minute break on the 387th landing before continuing for another hour and a half. He is approaching the lowest point recorded thus far: where contact was lost with D-9884 on the 633rd floor. He stops for another break, drinking from his canteen. The cries of the unknown child grow louder. D-7219: I have to be getting close. Control, how am I doing? Dr. ██████: Readings indicate you're at a depth of 2.4 kilometers beneath the entrance, 574 floors down. D-7219: How many Empire States is that? Dr. ██████: Uhm… seven, I think. As D-7219 takes a step down the next flight, SCP-087-1 comes into view. Given its placement and distance, it is waiting on the landing below. D-7219: Jesus. This son of a bitch again. [pause] Okay. I'm going to need your help. Got a plan. Dr. ██████: A plan? Now is not the time to try anything risky. D-7219 unsteadily waves his left hand in a wide, sweeping motion. D-7219: It's nothing too crazy, I'm just going to need you to be my eyes. Dr. ██████: Your eyes? His hand reaches out blindly until it comes into contact with the wall, sliding down its length until he discovers the railing. Shakily, he shuffles forward, feeling out the location of the first step. SCP-087-1 does not move from its position. D-7219: See, if all it can do is spook me when I see it, I figure I could just not look. He advances. With each step he takes, SCP-087-1 can be seen with more and more clarity, even as the lit area before D-7219 diminishes. Dr. ██████: D-7219? It might, uh, it maybe would be best to go back up a few flights. Maybe it will move somewhere else. As D-7219 draws closer, it does not seem SCP-087-1 is staring at him, but rather into the camera itself. Static flickers at the edge of the screen. A high-pitched, almost inaudible sound buzzes continually. Dr. ██████: T—t-take a break. D-7219: No. We're finishing this. Dr. ██████: Please. D-7219 can be heard speaking, but his speech is buried beneath a shrill din. The face in the darkness contorts. Its brow furrows and the contours of its face shift into an approximation of anger. It comes to fill the frame as D-7219 nears. The shrill din intensifies into a blaring, grating note. There is a sound of mic handling, and a dull thud as Dr. ██████ removes their earpiece, throwing it from their person. Onscreen, the picture splices into an unintelligible whorl of black and white as the camera seems to come into physical contact with SCP-087-1. In an instant, it is gone. The audiovisual anomalies cease. D-7219 has made it safely to the next landing, seemingly oblivious. In the control room, Dr. ██████ retrieves his earpiece. That can't be right. D-7219: —and I guess that's why I always had a problem with commitment. Dr. ██████: You can open your eyes now. The video pans as D-7219 looks around. Dr. ██████ looks about his surroundings as well. D-7219: You weren't even listening, were you? Here I am pouring my heart out 'cause I think I'm about to die, and you can't hear me out? Dr. ██████: That's beside the point. Congratulations on your plan working, I'm sorry about your experience, and thank you for confiding in me. Now, you need to focus on your objective. The camera jostles as D-7219 nods. He proceeds down the next flight. In the control room, Dr. ██████ leans forward in his seat, watching. He reaches up to adjust his glasses, and the lights around him begin to flicker. You shouldn't be witness to anything in the control room. That wouldn't have been included in this transcript. Dr. ██████: What's going on? ███, what happened to the lights? D-7219: What? Who? Dr. ██████: Sorry, it seems we have a technical issue on our end. Just keep going. [pause, muffled] Can someone tell me what the Hell is go— Dr. ██████ tears his gaze away from the video feed. Several workstations are scattered throughout the makeshift chamber. Some are intended to record backups of D-7219's exploration. Others track the subject's vitals and GPS position. All are unattended. D-7219: Doc? What's up, what's going on? Dr. ██████: My team— The facility lights malfunction, casting the room in near-darkness. Several monitors continue operation, but their displays are overtaken by a cascade of error messages. Each screen casts a sickly cone of light across the otherwise pitch-black room. Dr. ██████: Oh, God! D-7219: Doc? Doctor? Hey! Talk to me! The area illuminated by the computer monitors begins to recede. Though each remains operational, it is as if their light cannot escape the immediate surface of their screens, leaving each a single point of white in the black of the facility. One by one, each screen blinks out in turn, until nothing further can be seen. The pleading voice of a crying child can be heard. Dr. ██████: It's here. D-7219: What does that mean? What do you mean it's there? Dr. ██████: The darkness— everything. It's here. SCP-087 is among the oldest files declassified to new recruits. Something everyone has heard of. You know for a fact it never broke containment. You flip to the first page to confirm that you are in fact reading the right file. Document #087-IV. As it should be. Turning back to where you left off, you become aware of how many pages are still left. Were there that many to begin with? D-7219: What th— Okay, doc, listen up. You're going to be okay, alright? Do you have a light source on you? Dr. ██████ whimpers. There is a cascade of echoing footfall as D-7219 quickens his descent within SCP-087. D-7219: Snap the hell out of it, man! C'mon! A flashlight, cell phone? Dr. ██████: A p-phone! Yes… I- I can't find it though! Dr. ██████ begins to stammer quietly. D-7219 has reached the 600th floor D-7219: Hey! Hey, now, it's okay! It's okay. Remember: if that thing is out there, it can't hurt you. Does anyone know where you are? Could help be on the way? Dr. ██████: The uhm, security does, yes. They should have— [pause] Should have been here by now. D-7219's speech is staggard due to his pace as he swiftly bounds down flight after flight. He's reached the 604th floor. D-7219: Just stay— [grunt] 605. D-7219: …where you are. It's just trying to mess— 606. D-7219: …with us. 607. D-7219: It doesn't want— [grunt] 608. D-7219: …us to finish. Within the control room, an orbit of maroon light falls from above, a lit flare in its center. As the room is momentarily cast in its light, it can be seen that the interior has shifted dramatically. The floor in towards the back of the room, where Dr. ██████ cowers, remains somewhat consistent as a point of reference, but from either side beyond that point, it shifts. The floor bends and slopes upwards, downwards, around and around. At the center of the room is a deep, dark, unrelenting expanse. Dr. ██████ looks about his surroundings in a panic in the fleeting moment sight is possible before the flare continues its journey down into the pit below. Nothing more can be seen. Dr. ██████ screams. D-7219: Doc?! Dr. ██████: Please. Please, God, help me. The pleading voice within the stairwell grows louder. Its begging is now in complete synchronicity with Dr. ██████. D-7219: Stay with me! I'm going to get you out of there! D-7219 stumbles forward hard into the wall on the 615th-floor landing, rebounding off of it and charging down the next flight, taking half the stairs in a single leap. Dr. ██████/Voice: Please! I'm down here. D-7219 flies down the stairs, towards the 618th-floor landing. Without hesitation, he scrambles towards the next flight. He continues to barrel downward, flight after flight. All the while the pleading voice grows in volume. It is as D-7219 rounds the corner and onto the 633rd-floor landing, where the previous exploration had ended, that he comes to a stop. Before him on the ground lies a mess of shredded fabric: the remains of a standard-issue D-Class uniform. It is draped in tatters over a chalk-white, dessicated human form. It's shriveled. Wrinkled. Wet. Its dermis flakes and peels away. Its limbs bend in pained, unnatural directions. It stretches. Twists. The body stretches and winds down the stairs, upper-torso out of sight around the bend. D-7219: God… what— [gags] He takes a step forward, pauses, then quickly turns and grasps the railing in both hands, retching uncontrollably over the side. He hyperventilates. Vomits again. After a moment, his breathing slows. A forearm comes up as he wipes the bile from his mouth. Nervously, cautiously, he follows the gnarled and crooked shape as it bends down, down. Flight after flight after flight. Ever deeper. Never ending. You know it never ended. Never finished. The voice of the pleading child grows in volume. It's cold in here. D-7219 follows the gnarled, twisted spine ever deeper. Another hundred floors. A thousand. A thousand more. It is as he slows, as his bones ache and his muscles give out that a jagged shoulder blade comes into view on the flight below. The upper-body of the nameless victim comes into focus. You cannot make out the details of its face, but you know it is wrenched in a silent scream. A mangled, outstretched arm reaches out, as if the victim spent their final, excruciating moments clawing their way forward. Just outside the reach of its hand, a sheaf of papers rests upon the landing. D-7219 ignores it as you begin to read. A snowflake lands on the back of your finger, melting into an innocuous bead that draws a path down the curvature of your hand and drips onto the page. SCP-783-L3 Field Log 3: At exactly 2:00 AM, power is activated in the mobile control room at the Temby portal, despite investigations having been suspended by Command. Three sets of recording instruments are turned on: those directed at the tunnel opening in baseline reality, those on the opposite end in the anomalous space, and a reinforced headset for use in exploration. Dr. Lafayette walks in front of the camera at the Temby opening. Their hair is disheveled and their clothes are stained with a dark substance that is indeterminable in the green-and-black night vision. They raise both their hands and curl their fingers one by one, counting down from ten. After curling their last finger, several explosions happen in quick succession in Temby proper. Smoke and flames can be seen rising in the distance. Dr. Lafayette dons the exploration headset while maintaining eye contact with the camera, then turns to descend into the portal. Someone is sobbing. The headset camera is largely obscured during the descent into the anomalous Temby; however, in addition to the noise of shifting dirt, the microphone picks up the sound of loud, albeit muffled, human moans. These sounds grow louder as Dr. Lafayette descends further. Their breathing remains soft and steady. The sky comes into view as Dr. Lafayette emerges in the anomalous facsimile of Temby. There are no stars, but the moon is full.1 Long cylindrical objects extend from the ground and stretch high into the air, seemingly without end, waving slightly in the wind. Human mouths can be seen on several of the protrusions. Dr. Lafayette begins walking toward the treeline and the sound of moaning grows softer. The camera moves steadily through the forest. Distended limbs can occasionally be seen twitching on the forest floor at the edge of the video feed, but Dr. Lafayette does not focus on them. As they travel, a second set of footsteps can be heard, an unusually long pause between them, yet growing louder. A shadow cast by the moonlight bobs in and out of frame, its figure long and bent. What is it that you think you’re doing? Smoke and flames rise in the distance. This isn’t how the story goes. Temby is burning. With luck, there won't be another. Dr. Lafayette stops and turns to face me. Dr. Lafayette continues walking forward, offering no acknowledgement of the other presence. Apart from the two sets of footsteps, no signs of life can be heard. But that doesn’t mean we're alone. A building can be seen in the distance through the trees. The lights are on. It's not Temby. Not today. Twelve years ago. It was someone's home, once. Then. Now. Long, cylindrical protrusions branch from the windows and wind lazily into the sky. Somewhere in the house, music plays. Not alone. Never alone. Not anymore. Similar protrusions can be seen from the surrounding structures. The light of the full moon makes them gleam like spider's silk. The streets are cobbled and old. The cars are broken and dirty. What little illumination the streetlights could offer is broken by countless long, thin shadows cast from every direction. Further into town, the buildings start to appear slightly taller than in baseline. But soon the town gives way to nature, and there again is a hole resembling the portal to Temby. As seen in the previous excursions, it lacks the presence of extended limbs seen in the prime iteration. Not for lack of trying, of course. The others just didn’t take. It took a long time. And it was too late. There’s a wet popping sound. Dr. Lafayette looks down. Several of their ribs have extended out of their chest and through their clothes, crooking sharply at the end. Dr. Lafayette's body folds in on itself with a sickening crunch, then again, and then again. They collapse in a broken heap and never get up. The night is still. Dr. Lafayette’s gaze remained fixed forward. Their steps remain even and constant, but the trees are moving past the camera faster now. Before long, they're in Temby again. A different one, naturally. The buildings are newer and taller. The cars are older in model. The streets are longer, winding in sharp turns that shouldn't have been there. Fingers, toes, arms, teeth, eyes— The shapes stretching out from the windows are too many to count and too distorted to identify who or what they might have been. They're just shapes now. Reaching out toward the sky, shifting slightly in the wind. There isn't any wind. There isn't any wind. Reaching out toward the sky, shifting slightly in the wind. Past the edge of town again. Another empty hole. Not for lack of trying. More trees, taller than they should be. More buildings, taller than they should be. A hole, empty. Trees, taller, bent near the top. Buildings, taller, tilted sharply. A hole, pitiful. Trees, taller, bent. Buildings. Taller. Bent. A hole. Trees. Buildings. A failure. The cycle continues. On and on it goes, again and again. No respite. No relief. It all stops mattering after a while. It did for me. It will for you. Time slips away as Dr. Lafayette makes their way through the various iterations of Temby, each one older than the last. The low hum of electric street lamps gives way to the hiss of gaslight, which eventually gives way to the crackle of open flames. Trees zigzag into the air as far as the eye can see, trunks bent at angles so sharp they'd slice right through you. It should have been sunrise years ago, but the moon remains fixed in place in the starless sky. A baby cries in the distance, the pitch of its voice rising and falling in irregular and unnatural modulations. Someone is still sobbing. The sound of footstops is mingled with harsh, ragged breathing. Dr. Lafayette's breathing remains soft and steady. Eventually, Temby is no more, or more accurately, hasn't been yet. It won’t be for a long time. All that can be seen are conical mounds of earth fashioned into crude facsimiles of human civilization, positioned in a broad circle around a open clearing. Dr. Lafayette comes to a stop. A deal’s a. deal. Long, thin shapes slowly creep along the ground from every direction. Some end in feet, others in hands, hair, nails. Most are no longer recognizable as any part of a greater whole. They creak as they stretch, ever gradually converging toward the center of the clearing. Dr. Lafayette glances briefly downward, shaking their leg free of a tangle of errant fingers. The malformed tubes of humanity converge, they begin to snap and bend, but not like before. The breaks are regular, almost organized. The distended tendrils press close to one another, shooting upward, then sharply forward, and up again, and to the side. Slowly but surely, a spiral staircase starts to form. Dr. Lafayette approaches. With each step taken, another step is formed as the unrecognizable streaks of flesh grow ever longer. The baby’s cries grow louder. And so a tower is formed where an empty clearing once was. The tower shivers slightly in the wind that isn’t there. A pulse still beats in every inch of flesh. Up and down the tower, rows and columns of taut skin gleam in the moonlight like spider’s silk. Dr. Lafayette crests the top of the tower. Strands of flesh at the center of the platform have twisted into a small wicker crib. Something writhes inside. K9-121, the Dutch Shepherd dog from the previous excursion, stands alert beside the crib. It keeps its gaze trained on Dr. Lafayette, but does not move from its position. As the camera moves closer to the crib, a small, visually normal infant can be seen crying within. Dr. Lafayette gingerly reaches in and takes the child into their arms. They brush the side of its face with the back of their hand. And then they turned around. But there was no one there. Child cradled in their arms and K9-121 at their heels, Dr. Lafayette steps towards the stairs to begin the descent. Flesh and bone shift and retract. The stairs pull down and forward like an escalator, gently carrying the three back toward the ground as the tower comes apart. K9-121 whimpers slightly. The child continues to cry. The descent is over in a matter seconds. Fast, effortless, and safe. When they reach the ground, it begins to shake. The road home is long and treacherous. Dr. Lafayette breaks into a run, clutching the child closely to their chest. K9-121 barks at something off-camera. Far above, the moon is oblong and distorted. Each time it reemerges from the tree canopy it is slightly longer, growing steadily with each passing moment until it fully wraps from horizon to horizon. The child cries harder, and the ground shakes harder still. Dr. Lafayette almost stumbles, but rights themself and carries on. They shush the infant softly, but to no avail. The moon arches over the earth a second time, forming another straight line across the night sky next to the first. the CHILD cries HARDER and the GROUND shakes HARDER STILL The moon is crossing the sky in stripes. The earth gives a thunderous heave. Dr. Lafayette falls and rolls, shielding the child with their body as sharp, jagged grass cuts them in a hundred tiny places. The trees above weave through the air, tying sharp, jagged knots about each other and running sharp, jagged laps around the moon-stripe, choking out its remaining light little by little. The night grows far too long and the world grows far too twisted and it all starts to become far too much. But then, a sharp, jagged thought goes through the doctor's mind. Dr. Lafayette: Would you like to hear a story? For just a moment, the child's screams hitch. For just a moment, the ground no longer shakes. Dr. Lafayette strokes the thin hairs on the infant's head. K9-121 curls up beside them as sharp, jagged cracks criss-cross the ground on every side. Somewhere far away, someone is laughing. Dr. Lafayette pulls the child close and begins to whisper a story. The world goes strangely still. And you hear every word. The letters seethe and bleed, smearing on the tips of your fingers and biting at the edges of your vision. A frigid draft breathes through the quiet archives, turning the page. SCP-610-L6 Contact was reestablished with the team members who fell into the underground river currents five hours after SCP-610-L5. Majority of contact consisted of video and audio transmitted from the team’s on-board recording devices. It is unclear whether the team members were aware they were still transmitting, as they made no active efforts to communicate with command before falling out of range. Analysis of the footage indicates that nine of the thirteen missing team members survived their initial journey through the river, as the remaining four do not appear in any available footage. Footage begins with team members struggling to stay afloat as they travel down the river current, video commonly being obscured by impact with rocks and water on the lens. Cries of alarm and distress can be heard, but are distorted by volume and proximity to the microphone. Despite the turbulent nature of the currents, the majority of the team appear to be keeping their heads above water — bar one (unidentified) — who is floating face-down. As they continue to struggle, the colour of the water around them visibly changes to a dark red — this is theorized to be runoff from SCP-610-infected individuals elsewhere in the cavern. The stone walls of the caverns begin to be replaced with bleeding scabs of putrid oozing meat. One of the squad members vomits, and it mingles with his drowning. Another opens their mouth to scream and dooms themselves. The filth carries them onwards. The current of the river begins to shift, and the group falls upwards into SCP-610-L5. Magic circles and mysterious churches loom around the group. Several of their number are smeared across a sequence of events. Someone is screaming into their communicator for assistance, but the coherence of events has long since been lost. They have slipped out of their source. The filth carries them onwards. The currents of the river — no, not a river, a vein, a bleeding pathway of the world — pulls them upwards into SCP-610-L4. The team members shout and beg incoherently as they are squeezed through circuit boards and video logs. One unfortunate tries to reach out with her hand, only to have it shredded in the boundary between observer and subject. They expire from blood loss soon after, despite the veritable amounts of blood in their surroundings — such irony. They are on course now, and cannot be saved. The filth carries them onwards, kicking and screaming, even as the dimensions of the vein continue to grow stronger — their bones crushed by cartilage pressing in. They are deep now in the guts of their existence. They are pulled upwards into SCP-610-L3. One team member seizes the boundary between the two layers of the world, and is bisected when that boundary shifts. What is left of him is dragged outside. The group is stretched across the exploration of a dead zone, pulled up through rotted air into the sky. As they pass into the layer of clouds above and reenter the cardiovascular system of the universe, an engorged human head can be seen emerging from the cavity below. It screams up at them. They scream down at it. The filth carries them onwards. Most of the team are spent, little more than flailing dolls surrendered to the whims of the current. Someone is laughing. The team is dragged into SCP-610-L2, through explosions and bloody constructs and a long empty journey, their limbs slamming upon the edges of conceptualities as they go. Fingers drag desperately along a sphere of flesh, but the sphere simply snatches those fingers away and allows the rest of their bodies to fly off unrescued. One of them chooses to pray while they still have the prerequisite lips. The filth carries them onwards. Only one of the team members still has enough of themselves remaining to be considered a human being. He’s crying, begging, gibbering pathetically. He floats through a world of flesh within flesh, twisted organs and protrusions dancing around him, blood pouring from all things capable of pouring. He opens his eyes, but he has long since gone blind. He strikes the ceiling above him and smashes through. The filth carries him onwards. He smashes through the Description. He smashes through the Special Containment Procedures. He smashes through the Object Class. With a flayed and emaciated hand, he reaches out and grasps the Item #, holding on desperately to the edge of the hash. It’s a worthless maneuver. He squeezes his eyes shut to hide from the absence around him, but the absence is there whether he likes it or not. His fingers slip and break away. His legs break off in the winds of anti-creation, and he is dragged onwards by the emptiness. He falls outside, into the space where nothing is written. He opens his eyes, as his eyelids wilt like dying flowers. He bears witness. Behold! A mouth of seven teeth — each gnarled as a tree, each gargantuan as a planet — encloses itself around the world of the last man. The shape of it is not something he is made for, but he understands hunger — he understands that all he knows will not be enough to sate it. He looks at it, and it looks at him, and he knows that does not make a difference to his fate. The last man was doomed from the moment he was born. You open your mouth to scream, but sound has already been devoured. You try to get away, but distance has already been devoured. You try to despair, but thought has already been devoured. The jaws of the maldeity snap shut. Footnotes 1. It was not a full moon in baseline reality on the night the incident took place, but a full moon was present on the night SCP-783's most recent manifestation began. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7427" by S D Locke, Peppersghost, Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7427. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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The night wind howls around you, whipped into a blinding flurry of snow as you speed down the hillside. The surrounding tundra, bathed in pillowy white, sheds soft reams of pearls that drift up and into the air in the wake of your snowmobile. The quiet valley below shimmers, resplendent with the light of the moon. You could almost stop and take a moment to revel in its beauty. But you can't stop. To stop now would be to die. Already the cold has wormed its way in, into your fingers, your toes, your teeth; threatening with each passing second to creep further, until nothing more can be felt. You will your hands — trusting them to respond despite the alien lack of sensation — to tighten their grip on the handlebars. You set your sights on the facility ahead. A towering, brutalist facility. The only human structure for hundreds of miles: Exclusionary Site-16. The site juts unevenly from the plains where it was constructed. A sore in the Earth. Para-technology and forbidden magicks brought together in a marvel of an emergency shelter. A shelter built not for mankind, but for information. It was designed to withstand the ravages of time and resist alterations to reality itself. A bulwark against falsehoods, its annals contain not only the complete records of the Foundation, but of humanity as a whole. The ground beneath you transitions from rough terrain to the smooth conformity of tarmac — a disused airstrip blanketed with fresh snow. Hopefully the skeleton crew that maintains the site were able to quarantine themselves within the stronghold. Hopefully. Proximity lights activate as you approach the entrance and kill the engine. At one time you may have found the tall steel doors to be imposing, but at this point they're a welcome sight. A keycard reader beside the door accepts your credentials: Records and Information Security Administration; Level-5 access. You take refuge in the unlit entryway, stepping around the front desk and into the hall beyond. All is quiet. A cursory look into several rooms reveals no sign of recent activity. No sign of survivors. You take a moment to retrieve a small inhaler from your rucksack, fasten it to a respirator, and press it to your face. A purplish, minty haze sprays from the device and fills the translucent mask. You breathe the Class W mnestics in deeply. The clarity it brings fortifies your mind. The elevator is functional. You board it and press the lowest button. You've several minutes of descent here — records of Foundation affairs are contained at the lowest levels of the facility. In the stillness of the elevator, under the influence of powerful mnestics, an SCP file is called to the forefront of your mind, as clear in your recollection as if it was right in front of you. DATA LOST Item Number: SCP-7427 Special Containment Procedures: As of this writing, it is impossible to determine the number of survivors outside the employment of the Foundation; search and rescue operations for this purpose have been suspended. Due to the nature of SCP-7427's effects, all personnel are to self-isolate. Personnel and teams with experience in the containment of meteorological, counter-conceptual, antimemetic, and infohazardous anomalies are to pursue research into SCP-7427 with the goal of neutralizing or reversing its effects. Remaining personnel are to focus purely on survival. Personnel expecting to come into contact with SCP-7427, be it for testing purposes or egress through the anomaly, are advised to dose themselves with mnestics of Class-Q or above. Update: RAISA-Level 5 clearance has been granted to all personnel. Survivors with the capability to do so are instructed to travel to Exclusionary Sites 16, 38, and 47 to rediscover files associated with SCP-7427's emergence. The contents of these files are integral to the Mission Objective, and must be relayed to personnel at Site-41. Description: SCP-7427 refers to an anomalous meteorological phenomenon currently encompassing the entirety of the Earth. Presenting physically as a blizzard that persists despite the lack of supporting weather systems, SCP-7427 is responsible for a worldwide reduction in average temperature by -8°C, and the disruption of various ecosystems. It is estimated that over 120,000 genera have been brought to extinction as a direct result of SCP-7427. While airborne and in motion, individual crystals of SCP-7427 have been found to become selectively immaterial. While visible, the crystals may fall or be blown through persons and structures. The precipitation and gales of SCP-7427 exhibit additional effects that are deleterious to the conventional ontology. These effects consist of, but are not limited to: Loss of persons Those who are isolated will become susceptible to spontaneous cessation of existence. This effect extends to subjects who are separated while still in close physical proximity, even when simply breaking line of sight. While typically occurring outdoors, exposure to SCP-7427 precipitation is not required — as evidenced by the systematic loss of all ISS crew members across seven weeks. Loss of loci High-volume locations, such as densely populated cities and buildings housing over 100 persons, have wholly ceased to exist, reduced to particulate form through erosion by SCP-7427's winds and dispersed into the atmosphere. Monuments, culturally-significant architecture, and gravesites are also affected in this manner. While many man-made structures remain standing, they are typically unpopulated and culturally insignificant. The exceptions to the population threshold are Foundation Site-41, headquarters of the Antimemetics Division; Site-87, whose personnel boast an average Cognitohazard Resistance Value of 18.5; and Facility-Q13, the leading producer of mnestics. Loss of information SCP-7427's emergence coincided with the loss of countless files in the Foundation databases and physical stores. This effect extends to all media, including video, audio, and printed works. This loss manifests as complete and irreversible erasure, as if the information were never recorded: hard drives are wiped, books become blank, vinyl records lose their grooves, and so forth. Through cross-referencing remaining data stores, testimonies of RAISA personnel, and Artificially Intelligent Conscipt records, it was found that in the hours leading up to SCP-7427's emergence, three SCP files in particular were flagged for the retroactive nonexistence of essential components: SCP-087 A preternaturally dark stairwell within a school campus that descends indefinitely. It is inhabited both by a malevolent force represented by a featureless white face, as well as the audible crying of a small child. The affected file is Document #087-IV, the last of four recorded D-Class explorations into the stairwell. SCP-783 A predatory entity that emerges every dozen years in the small English hamlet of Temby, trapping lone citizens indoors overnight to stalk and mutilate them. A mass grave of its victims found buried beneath the town, serves as a gateway into a spatially anomalous replica of the area. The affected document is SCP-783-L3, a transcript detailing Dr. Lafayette's expedition into the replica of Temby. SCP-610 A contagious, mutagenic skin virus affecting a large region in Southern Siberia, responsible for the infection, mutation, and death of all extant life forms in its radius. Affected organisms are universally hostile to all life, and seek to propagate and spread SCP-610 further. The affected document is SCP-610-L6: video footage depicting the investigation into SCP-610's source point, filmed from the perspective of assault team members separated during an altercation with the infected. You learn a lot about reading between the lines in my profession. Not literally, of course, but in the sense that when the very nature of what you study actively resists perception, defying understanding of what Is and Is Not, one has to be able to think sideways. That last part can actually be literal. It is an impossible task to describe that which is ineffable, but one can conceive an outline around it if only one looks from the proper angle. Alongside the Department of Analytics, our team has been studying affected zones, persons, information, and events affected by SCP-7427. We have concluded that secondary SCP-7427 effects do not trigger indiscriminately. Through investigating gaps in the historical record, reviewing census data, and compiling satellite footage of impacted zones, a rough outline of SCP-7427-affected concepts has been constructed. There is a pattern. It seems to pick and choose, flowing from one person to a family member or associate, flitting from a shared experience and targeting a historical event, using that as a platform to eliminate a geographic location. The selective nature mimics the hunting patterns of typical infovores. We've bested those before. SCP-7427 may seem insurmountable, but what it gains through omnipresence it loses in precision: regardless of what SCP-7427 eliminates, it is not thorough enough to affect memory. If it did, this file wouldn't exist. We wouldn't even die screaming, we'd die never knowing anything had gone wrong at all. It's about damn time an anomaly's incompatibility with the human mind worked in our favor. Perception defines reality. That's our ace in the hole. SCP-7427 hasn't been able to affect personnel on mnestic regimens because of their heightened ability to define themselves as conscious observers; concrete webs of memories and experiences forming a lattice of identity. An unassailable internal narrative. We're close to picking apart exactly what makes SCP-7427 tick, but we need to pin down its source. If we can determine the concepts it modeled itself on, we'll be able to engineer a counter meme, and we can finally shut the book on this whole damn mess. Clear skies lay ahead. Doctor Cynthia Sommer Senior Researcher - Antimemetics Division The soft ding! of the elevator breaks your concentration. You arrive in a dank, poorly-lit antechamber. A single door stands across from you, ajar. A steel plate affixed to the wall beside it reads "Files: SCP-002 - SCP-999". Crossing the threshold, you are struck by the musty aroma of old paper and moisture-regulated air. The files in here represent the oldest in the Foundation's annals, long predating the era digitization and advent of SCiPNET. Thankfully, if you've been in in one Foundation archive, you've been in them all. You make a beeline for the back of the room, brushing aside the occasional cobweb and as you dart past countless floor-to-ceiling cabinets. There is only one file you need to find — one file that may be the linchpin to ending the storm. The cabinets lining the back wall contain files for SCPs 002 through 099. You roll a ladder over to the drawer marked "080-089", pull it out by at least a solid yard, and start rifling through. Genome sequencing of SCP-081, the transcript of a play authored by SCP-082, interviews with Cassie… Near the very back of the drawer, you finally find it — SCP-087 and its associated files. The first few are mundane: the criminal history of the D-Class used in experimentation, amnestization records for civilians, and expenditure reports. A hand-typed copy of the SCP file itself lies at the end of the stack. Appended to it are exploration logs I, II, III… and there, exactly where it should be: the final log. You turn the page to Document #087-IV, and begin to read. Document #087-IV Document #087-IV: Exploration IV D-7219 is a 26-year-old male with an athletic build. Subject has several years of experience as a volunteer professional with Yosemite Park's Wilderness Search and Rescue Team. D-7219 is provided with a rescue harness, an extra lamp, emergency flares, and provisions to sustain a daylong excursion. The descent is broadcast to Control using a hands-free sousveillance apparatus. The audiovisual feed opens from the perspective of D-7219 as the door is closed behind him, the metallic din reverberating off the aged concrete walls of the stairwell. The entrance landing is illuminated by a fixture beside the door. It is the sole source of light built into SCP-087. D-7219 approaches the stairs, placing a hand on the black metal railing. The fixture by the door is unable to illuminate beyond the first step, its radius of light terminating sharply into impenetrable darkness. D-7219 extends his free hand beyond the illuminated area and watches as it seemingly vanishes into the void, completely imperceptible past the wrist. D-7219: [whistles] Right, so y'all aren't paying me enough for this shit. Dr. ██████: D-7219, are you prepared to make your descent? D-7219 looks over the railing into the void of the stairwell. There is a harsh scraping noise, and the video feed is momentarily obscured by the brilliant light of a flare. He drops it, watching as its orbit of light is quickly absorbed into the darkness as it falls, failing to illuminate even the flight immediately below. D-7219: [ignoring Control] Do you offer profit sharing? I'll need to see your plans for vision and dental, especially dental. These pearly whites aren't exact— Dr. ██████: D-7219! Are you prepared to make your descent? D-7219: Yeah, yeah. Just making… light of it. With this, D-7219 activates his head-lamp, chuckling to himself. The darkness recedes. Roughly half of the flight ahead can be seen. The first few steps are taken cautiously, with D-7219 glancing down with each foot placement, hand still guiding him down the railing. As the second-floor landing comes into view, he quickens his pace, letting go of the railing and bounding down the last few steps. The stairwell echoes with every footfall. D-7219: Alright, not too bad. I half thought it would keep going in one direction, and all I could imagine was how much it would suck to trip and tumble down infinite stairs. Dr. ██████: Noted. Please continue. D-7219 begins descending to the third floor. Halfway down, he stops suddenly. He looks over the railing to stare into the darkness below. D-7219: Christ. You hearing this? [shouting] Hello? Hey! Hey, are you hurt? D-7219: [to Control] I'm hearing a kid down there. Don't seem to be responding. Is that our rescue? Dr. ██████: What you're hearing is consistent with previous subjects' experiences. Please continue. D-7219: "Consistent with previous subjects", right. Can I talk to a real person? D-7219 reaches the third-floor landing. At this point, the audio picks up the sound of a crying child emanating from the depths. D-7219: Anyways, the kid doesn't sound like they're too far down. How deep did you guys say this was? Dr. ██████ does not respond. As the camera feed steadily sways with D-7219's movement, a pale white face, SCP-087-1, stands out stark in the darkness above. D-7219 passes without sighting it. D-7219: Hello? Dr. ██████: We, erm — sorry. That's yet to be determined. We're hoping you can help us answer that. Pace yourself, though. Document anything unusual. D-7219: Unusual? Oh geez, let me see… [shouting] It's dark as fuck, man! Dr. ██████: Please focus. D-7219: Heh. You're smiling right now, aren't ya? I hear it in your voice. C'mon! Admit it! Receiving no response, D-7219 continues the descent, grumbling inaudibly. Over the next fifteen minutes, D-7219 stops at the 51st landing to note damage to the surrounding stairs and walls — consistent with previous explorations. He stops again at the meter-wide hole at the 89th landing, first documented in Exploration III. From here, he continues silently until the 96th landing. D-7219: So, do we know who the kid is? Dr. ██████: You have a rescue harness because there's a possibility a lost child is down there, but we cannot be certain of it at this time. D-7219: Oh, so like… it could be a recording? Or something that sounds like a child? It's like, what… mimesis? Dr. ██████: The latter is within the realm of possibility. We've analyzed the footage, and there's far too much deviation in verbiage and tone for it to simply be a looped recording. And I think the word you're looking for is 'mimetic'. D-7219: Huh? D-7219 passes the 97th landing, now taking each flight at a brisk pace. Dr. ██████: Same root, "mimos". "Mimetic" is typically used in a biological sense. "Mimesis", though it can be used interchangeably, is more to do with artistic representation. The imitation of life and nature through mediums such as paint or poetry. D-7219 pauses to peer over the railing and into the void space of the stairwell. D-7219: Okay, pal… Doc? Sir? Let me hold onto the hope it is "mimesis", eh? Much rather find a… a painting down there than a Something pretending to be a person. Sounds harmless. Dr. ██████: In a bodily sense, yes, but mimesis wasn't seen as entirely harmless. Plato, for example, opined that the arts were incapable of imparting truth. A falsification of reality. He saw it as something capable of leading to immorality; an indulgence of passion. D-7219 quickens his pace, jumping the last two stairs leading to the 102nd-floor landing. D-7219: You know, I woulda asked you about art theory thirty floors ago if I knew that's what it took to open you up. Ever thought about teaching? Dr. ██████: Never. My employer offers unrivaled vision and dental. D-7219: Ha! Seems you've got a sense of humor after a— The grating screech of rending metal dominates the audio feed. The camera jerks wildly as D-7219 looks about in a panic, swearing. Dr. ██████: D-7219, report! Are you all right? D-7219: Y-yeah. I'm fine. I think it came from somewhere down below me. I'm just… D-7219 approaches the next flight. D-7219: …just a little spooked, is all. Dr. ██████: Understandable. Now, if you please… D-7219: Right. [sighs] Back to business. D-7219 returns to descending at a modest pace. Beyond his steady breathing and the ever-present pleading voice, there is silence for the next ten minutes. A newly-discovered deviation is noted on the 163rd floor. In a hushed whisper, he addresses Control. D-7219: Hey… Hey, you seein' this? D-7219 has frozen in place. Before him is a series of glinting points in the darkness of the flight below, reflecting the light of his torch despite their occlusion in the dark of SCP-087. D-7219's gaze remains fixed as he slowly advances, glancing away momentarily to check his footing. He leads with his left foot in a side step, body half-turned, prepared to run. Down another step. Several jet-black protrusions come slowly into view. Ragged, sharp metallic points that glisten in the approaching light. Another step. The length of the protrusions can be made out as the 163rd-floor landing comes into view. The metal railing on either side of the stairwell has been violently twisted and bent. Some sections have been split along their length, others are torn clean from the concrete, leaving cracks along the walls and edge of the stairs. The longest sections twist and extrude well into D-7219's path, jagged ends turned toward him. Dr. ██████: Are you able to proceed? D-7219 carefully approaches, glancing in all directions. Gingerly, he sidesteps, stooping below and between mangled portions of the railing; the camera angle shifts with his contortions. It is as he takes a wide step over an obstruction, with his body half-turned, that footage shows a bright white point on the stairway above. Coming to a stop, he focuses on it. SCP-087-1 stares back at D-7219. Its eyes are closed. Its mouthless visage lies expressionless. Unmoving. D-7219: Doctor? Tell me what the fuck I'm looking at. ██████? Slowly, SCP-087-1 advances. Though it is not known to possess a body, the face moves at a staggard pace. It quivers, then pauses, before quivering again, as if it is ambulating down towards D-7219 one deliberate step at a time. D-7219 begins hyperventilating, doubling his pace. D-7219: Fuck, fuck fuck! Dr. ██████: D-7219! Remain calm and withdraw! D-7219: What the shit do you think I'm— There is a sound of tearing fabric, D-7219 hisses in pain but does not slow in his retreat. D-7219: —fucking doing? SCP-087-1 shuffles closer, its face moving easily past the gnarled railing. The darkness appears to move with it, with the illumination provided by D-7219's torch becoming less effective the closer the face approaches. Backing away, D-7219 looks over his shoulder — he is almost clear of the obstruction. He turns back. Five stairs between him and SCP-087-1 remain illuminated. Then four. D-7219 guides himself around another sharpened prong. Three stairs. D-7219's breathing becomes more labored. He whispers an expletive. Two stairs. One. It pauses. Suddenly, SCP-087-1 jerks forward. D-7219 recoils rapidly. There is a squelching noise and he bellows in anguish. With SCP-087-1's proximity, the environment is shrouded entirely in darkness. Only the top half of SCP-087-1 remains visible. Its eyes open. Pale orbs dominated by sclera, with no visible pupils, stare into the camera as D-7219 screams. SCP-087-1 vanishes. The illuminated area returns to its standard radius. In the tangled mess of railing ahead, a tattered bit of fabric clings to one of the lower protrusions. It is stained with blood. Dr. ██████: I— y-y-you… D-7219? Are… are you… D-7219 groans, tilting his head slightly. From the bottom-right corner of the feed, a sharpened, thin bit of railing can be seen, glistening red. D-7219: Yeah, I— [grunts] Fucking… shoulder [groans] Clean thro… [growls] An audible suckling noise can be heard as D-7219 wrests himself from the railing. He collapses on the 164th landing and begins rustling through his equipment, extracting gauze and medical tape. He is still breathing heavily but is beginning to calm down. D-7219: You guys… are going to have to… give me a minute. Audio is overcome by the scuffling of the mic as D-7219 removes his sousveillance equipment. For the next several minutes, the feed captures D-7219 as he removes his shirt. He is bleeding heavily from his right shoulder. Once again the video feed is saturated in maroon light as D-7219 readies a new flare. He cranes his neck to the side, his head held high and to the left. His face is contorted in a grimace. He brings the flare up and presses the lit end to the wound, growling through gritted teeth. He similarly cauterizes the entry wound and tosses the flare aside. He is cast in its glow as he dresses his shoulder wound, as well as a gash below his knee. After a moment, he readorns his shirt and retrieves the sousveillance equipment. D-7219: When the fuck were you planning on telling me I had company?! Dr. ██████: I— D-7219: What is it?! Dr. ██████: We don't know. D-7219: Bullshit. D-7219 approaches the stairs leading to the 164th-floor landing. D-7219: That's bullshit, and I'm not going anywhere until I get an answer. Dr. ██████: Listen to me: I promise, I'm just as in the dark as you are. If you'll forgive my phrasing. D-7219 bellows out a laugh that is immediately cut short with a pained groan. D-7219: For fuck's sake, don't make me laugh. Dr. ██████: All I can tell you is that we don't know what it is, what its intentions may be… if it's even sentient. It seems as if it is inimical to explorers. Its presence tends to unnerve and instill feelings of paranoia, but we've no clear record of it causing direct harm. I'm sorry I have nothing else. D-7219: Hmm… D-7219 reaches out towards the railing on his left, guiding himself as he descends. D-7219: Scooby-Doo. Dr. ██████: Excuse me? D-7219: You know, like the show. He's trying to scare me away. D-7219 rounds the 164th-floor landing. D-7219: And if he's trying to scare me away, there has to be something he's trying to scare me away from. Just has one goddamn scary mask, is all. Dr. ██████: I wouldn't be so nonchalant, but I think I see where you're coming from. D-7219: Right? D-7219 rounds the 166th-floor landing. D-7219: So, I figure, there has to be a bottom. There has to be a missing kid. D-7219 quickens his pace down the next two flights, sprinting with abandon. D-7219: There has to be an ending. An answer. Otherwise, what's the point? Dr. ██████: I'm relieved by your determination, and I hope we can find some answers too, but you may be assuming intent where there very well could be none. D-7219 pauses. D-7219: Oh, come off it. Someone doesn't go out of their way to make… all of this, just to leave it unfinished. D-7219 continues for the next two hours, alternating between bouts of rapid descent and a measured pace, only checking in with control to determine his depth and the time elapsed. He takes a twenty-minute break on the 387th landing before continuing for another hour and a half. He is approaching the lowest point recorded thus far: where contact was lost with D-9884 on the 633rd floor. He stops for another break, drinking from his canteen. The cries of the unknown child grow louder. D-7219: I have to be getting close. Control, how am I doing? Dr. ██████: Readings indicate you're at a depth of 2.4 kilometers beneath the entrance, 574 floors down. D-7219: How many Empire States is that? Dr. ██████: Uhm… seven, I think. As D-7219 takes a step down the next flight, SCP-087-1 comes into view. Given its placement and distance, it is waiting on the landing below. D-7219: Jesus. This son of a bitch again. [pause] Okay. I'm going to need your help. Got a plan. Dr. ██████: A plan? Now is not the time to try anything risky. D-7219 unsteadily waves his left hand in a wide, sweeping motion. D-7219: It's nothing too crazy, I'm just going to need you to be my eyes. Dr. ██████: Your eyes? His hand reaches out blindly until it comes into contact with the wall, sliding down its length until he discovers the railing. Shakily, he shuffles forward, feeling out the location of the first step. SCP-087-1 does not move from its position. D-7219: See, if all it can do is spook me when I see it, I figure I could just not look. He advances. With each step he takes, SCP-087-1 can be seen with more and more clarity, even as the lit area before D-7219 diminishes. Dr. ██████: D-7219? It might, uh, it maybe would be best to go back up a few flights. Maybe it will move somewhere else. As D-7219 draws closer, it does not seem SCP-087-1 is staring at him, but rather into the camera itself. Static flickers at the edge of the screen. A high-pitched, almost inaudible sound buzzes continually. Dr. ██████: T—t-take a break. D-7219: No. We're finishing this. Dr. ██████: Please. D-7219 can be heard speaking, but his speech is buried beneath a shrill din. The face in the darkness contorts. Its brow furrows and the contours of its face shift into an approximation of anger. It comes to fill the frame as D-7219 nears. The shrill din intensifies into a blaring, grating note. There is a sound of mic handling, and a dull thud as Dr. ██████ removes their earpiece, throwing it from their person. Onscreen, the picture splices into an unintelligible whorl of black and white as the camera seems to come into physical contact with SCP-087-1. In an instant, it is gone. The audiovisual anomalies cease. D-7219 has made it safely to the next landing, seemingly oblivious. In the control room, Dr. ██████ retrieves his earpiece. That can't be right. D-7219: —and I guess that's why I always had a problem with commitment. Dr. ██████: You can open your eyes now. The video pans as D-7219 looks around. Dr. ██████ looks about his surroundings as well. D-7219: You weren't even listening, were you? Here I am pouring my heart out 'cause I think I'm about to die, and you can't hear me out? Dr. ██████: That's beside the point. Congratulations on your plan working, I'm sorry about your experience, and thank you for confiding in me. Now, you need to focus on your objective. The camera jostles as D-7219 nods. He proceeds down the next flight. In the control room, Dr. ██████ leans forward in his seat, watching. He reaches up to adjust his glasses, and the lights around him begin to flicker. You shouldn't be witness to anything in the control room. That wouldn't have been included in this transcript. Dr. ██████: What's going on? ███, what happened to the lights? D-7219: What? Who? Dr. ██████: Sorry, it seems we have a technical issue on our end. Just keep going. [pause, muffled] Can someone tell me what the Hell is go— Dr. ██████ tears his gaze away from the video feed. Several workstations are scattered throughout the makeshift chamber. Some are intended to record backups of D-7219's exploration. Others track the subject's vitals and GPS position. All are unattended. D-7219: Doc? What's up, what's going on? Dr. ██████: My team— The facility lights malfunction, casting the room in near-darkness. Several monitors continue operation, but their displays are overtaken by a cascade of error messages. Each screen casts a sickly cone of light across the otherwise pitch-black room. Dr. ██████: Oh, God! D-7219: Doc? Doctor? Hey! Talk to me! The area illuminated by the computer monitors begins to recede. Though each remains operational, it is as if their light cannot escape the immediate surface of their screens, leaving each a single point of white in the black of the facility. One by one, each screen blinks out in turn, until nothing further can be seen. The pleading voice of a crying child can be heard. Dr. ██████: It's here. D-7219: What does that mean? What do you mean it's there? Dr. ██████: The darkness— everything. It's here. SCP-087 is among the oldest files declassified to new recruits. Something everyone has heard of. You know for a fact it never broke containment. You flip to the first page to confirm that you are in fact reading the right file. Document #087-IV. As it should be. Turning back to where you left off, you become aware of how many pages are still left. Were there that many to begin with? D-7219: What th— Okay, doc, listen up. You're going to be okay, alright? Do you have a light source on you? Dr. ██████ whimpers. There is a cascade of echoing footfall as D-7219 quickens his descent within SCP-087. D-7219: Snap the hell out of it, man! C'mon! A flashlight, cell phone? Dr. ██████: A p-phone! Yes… I- I can't find it though! Dr. ██████ begins to stammer quietly. D-7219 has reached the 600th floor D-7219: Hey! Hey, now, it's okay! It's okay. Remember: if that thing is out there, it can't hurt you. Does anyone know where you are? Could help be on the way? Dr. ██████: The uhm, security does, yes. They should have— [pause] Should have been here by now. D-7219's speech is staggard due to his pace as he swiftly bounds down flight after flight. He's reached the 604th floor. D-7219: Just stay— [grunt] 605. D-7219: …where you are. It's just trying to mess— 606. D-7219: …with us. 607. D-7219: It doesn't want— [grunt] 608. D-7219: …us to finish. Within the control room, an orbit of maroon light falls from above, a lit flare in its center. As the room is momentarily cast in its light, it can be seen that the interior has shifted dramatically. The floor in towards the back of the room, where Dr. ██████ cowers, remains somewhat consistent as a point of reference, but from either side beyond that point, it shifts. The floor bends and slopes upwards, downwards, around and around. At the center of the room is a deep, dark, unrelenting expanse. Dr. ██████ looks about his surroundings in a panic in the fleeting moment sight is possible before the flare continues its journey down into the pit below. Nothing more can be seen. Dr. ██████ screams. D-7219: Doc?! Dr. ██████: Please. Please, God, help me. The pleading voice within the stairwell grows louder. Its begging is now in complete synchronicity with Dr. ██████. D-7219: Stay with me! I'm going to get you out of there! D-7219 stumbles forward hard into the wall on the 615th-floor landing, rebounding off of it and charging down the next flight, taking half the stairs in a single leap. Dr. ██████/Voice: Please! I'm down here. D-7219 flies down the stairs, towards the 618th-floor landing. Without hesitation, he scrambles towards the next flight. He continues to barrel downward, flight after flight. All the while the pleading voice grows in volume. It is as D-7219 rounds the corner and onto the 633rd-floor landing, where the previous exploration had ended, that he comes to a stop. Before him on the ground lies a mess of shredded fabric: the remains of a standard-issue D-Class uniform. It is draped in tatters over a chalk-white, dessicated human form. It's shriveled. Wrinkled. Wet. Its dermis flakes and peels away. Its limbs bend in pained, unnatural directions. It stretches. Twists. The body stretches and winds down the stairs, upper-torso out of sight around the bend. D-7219: God… what— [gags] He takes a step forward, pauses, then quickly turns and grasps the railing in both hands, retching uncontrollably over the side. He hyperventilates. Vomits again. After a moment, his breathing slows. A forearm comes up as he wipes the bile from his mouth. Nervously, cautiously, he follows the gnarled and crooked shape as it bends down, down. Flight after flight after flight. Ever deeper. Never ending. You know it never ended. Never finished. The voice of the pleading child grows in volume. It's cold in here. D-7219 follows the gnarled, twisted spine ever deeper. Another hundred floors. A thousand. A thousand more. It is as he slows, as his bones ache and his muscles give out that a jagged shoulder blade comes into view on the flight below. The upper-body of the nameless victim comes into focus. You cannot make out the details of its face, but you know it is wrenched in a silent scream. A mangled, outstretched arm reaches out, as if the victim spent their final, excruciating moments clawing their way forward. Just outside the reach of its hand, a sheaf of papers rests upon the landing. D-7219 ignores it as you begin to read. A snowflake lands on the back of your finger, melting into an innocuous bead that draws a path down the curvature of your hand and drips onto the page. SCP-783-L3 Field Log 3: At exactly 2:00 AM, power is activated in the mobile control room at the Temby portal, despite investigations having been suspended by Command. Three sets of recording instruments are turned on: those directed at the tunnel opening in baseline reality, those on the opposite end in the anomalous space, and a reinforced headset for use in exploration. Dr. Lafayette walks in front of the camera at the Temby opening. Their hair is disheveled and their clothes are stained with a dark substance that is indeterminable in the green-and-black night vision. They raise both their hands and curl their fingers one by one, counting down from ten. After curling their last finger, several explosions happen in quick succession in Temby proper. Smoke and flames can be seen rising in the distance. Dr. Lafayette dons the exploration headset while maintaining eye contact with the camera, then turns to descend into the portal. Someone is sobbing. The headset camera is largely obscured during the descent into the anomalous Temby; however, in addition to the noise of shifting dirt, the microphone picks up the sound of loud, albeit muffled, human moans. These sounds grow louder as Dr. Lafayette descends further. Their breathing remains soft and steady. The sky comes into view as Dr. Lafayette emerges in the anomalous facsimile of Temby. There are no stars, but the moon is full.1 Long cylindrical objects extend from the ground and stretch high into the air, seemingly without end, waving slightly in the wind. Human mouths can be seen on several of the protrusions. Dr. Lafayette begins walking toward the treeline and the sound of moaning grows softer. The camera moves steadily through the forest. Distended limbs can occasionally be seen twitching on the forest floor at the edge of the video feed, but Dr. Lafayette does not focus on them. As they travel, a second set of footsteps can be heard, an unusually long pause between them, yet growing louder. A shadow cast by the moonlight bobs in and out of frame, its figure long and bent. What is it that you think you’re doing? Smoke and flames rise in the distance. This isn’t how the story goes. Temby is burning. With luck, there won't be another. Dr. Lafayette stops and turns to face me. Dr. Lafayette continues walking forward, offering no acknowledgement of the other presence. Apart from the two sets of footsteps, no signs of life can be heard. But that doesn’t mean we're alone. A building can be seen in the distance through the trees. The lights are on. It's not Temby. Not today. Twelve years ago. It was someone's home, once. Then. Now. Long, cylindrical protrusions branch from the windows and wind lazily into the sky. Somewhere in the house, music plays. Not alone. Never alone. Not anymore. Similar protrusions can be seen from the surrounding structures. The light of the full moon makes them gleam like spider's silk. The streets are cobbled and old. The cars are broken and dirty. What little illumination the streetlights could offer is broken by countless long, thin shadows cast from every direction. Further into town, the buildings start to appear slightly taller than in baseline. But soon the town gives way to nature, and there again is a hole resembling the portal to Temby. As seen in the previous excursions, it lacks the presence of extended limbs seen in the prime iteration. Not for lack of trying, of course. The others just didn’t take. It took a long time. And it was too late. There’s a wet popping sound. Dr. Lafayette looks down. Several of their ribs have extended out of their chest and through their clothes, crooking sharply at the end. Dr. Lafayette's body folds in on itself with a sickening crunch, then again, and then again. They collapse in a broken heap and never get up. The night is still. Dr. Lafayette’s gaze remained fixed forward. Their steps remain even and constant, but the trees are moving past the camera faster now. Before long, they're in Temby again. A different one, naturally. The buildings are newer and taller. The cars are older in model. The streets are longer, winding in sharp turns that shouldn't have been there. Fingers, toes, arms, teeth, eyes— The shapes stretching out from the windows are too many to count and too distorted to identify who or what they might have been. They're just shapes now. Reaching out toward the sky, shifting slightly in the wind. There isn't any wind. There isn't any wind. Reaching out toward the sky, shifting slightly in the wind. Past the edge of town again. Another empty hole. Not for lack of trying. More trees, taller than they should be. More buildings, taller than they should be. A hole, empty. Trees, taller, bent near the top. Buildings, taller, tilted sharply. A hole, pitiful. Trees, taller, bent. Buildings. Taller. Bent. A hole. Trees. Buildings. A failure. The cycle continues. On and on it goes, again and again. No respite. No relief. It all stops mattering after a while. It did for me. It will for you. Time slips away as Dr. Lafayette makes their way through the various iterations of Temby, each one older than the last. The low hum of electric street lamps gives way to the hiss of gaslight, which eventually gives way to the crackle of open flames. Trees zigzag into the air as far as the eye can see, trunks bent at angles so sharp they'd slice right through you. It should have been sunrise years ago, but the moon remains fixed in place in the starless sky. A baby cries in the distance, the pitch of its voice rising and falling in irregular and unnatural modulations. Someone is still sobbing. The sound of footstops is mingled with harsh, ragged breathing. Dr. Lafayette's breathing remains soft and steady. Eventually, Temby is no more, or more accurately, hasn't been yet. It won’t be for a long time. All that can be seen are conical mounds of earth fashioned into crude facsimiles of human civilization, positioned in a broad circle around a open clearing. Dr. Lafayette comes to a stop. A deal’s a. deal. Long, thin shapes slowly creep along the ground from every direction. Some end in feet, others in hands, hair, nails. Most are no longer recognizable as any part of a greater whole. They creak as they stretch, ever gradually converging toward the center of the clearing. Dr. Lafayette glances briefly downward, shaking their leg free of a tangle of errant fingers. The malformed tubes of humanity converge, they begin to snap and bend, but not like before. The breaks are regular, almost organized. The distended tendrils press close to one another, shooting upward, then sharply forward, and up again, and to the side. Slowly but surely, a spiral staircase starts to form. Dr. Lafayette approaches. With each step taken, another step is formed as the unrecognizable streaks of flesh grow ever longer. The baby’s cries grow louder. And so a tower is formed where an empty clearing once was. The tower shivers slightly in the wind that isn’t there. A pulse still beats in every inch of flesh. Up and down the tower, rows and columns of taut skin gleam in the moonlight like spider’s silk. Dr. Lafayette crests the top of the tower. Strands of flesh at the center of the platform have twisted into a small wicker crib. Something writhes inside. K9-121, the Dutch Shepherd dog from the previous excursion, stands alert beside the crib. It keeps its gaze trained on Dr. Lafayette, but does not move from its position. As the camera moves closer to the crib, a small, visually normal infant can be seen crying within. Dr. Lafayette gingerly reaches in and takes the child into their arms. They brush the side of its face with the back of their hand. And then they turned around. But there was no one there. Child cradled in their arms and K9-121 at their heels, Dr. Lafayette steps towards the stairs to begin the descent. Flesh and bone shift and retract. The stairs pull down and forward like an escalator, gently carrying the three back toward the ground as the tower comes apart. K9-121 whimpers slightly. The child continues to cry. The descent is over in a matter seconds. Fast, effortless, and safe. When they reach the ground, it begins to shake. The road home is long and treacherous. Dr. Lafayette breaks into a run, clutching the child closely to their chest. K9-121 barks at something off-camera. Far above, the moon is oblong and distorted. Each time it reemerges from the tree canopy it is slightly longer, growing steadily with each passing moment until it fully wraps from horizon to horizon. The child cries harder, and the ground shakes harder still. Dr. Lafayette almost stumbles, but rights themself and carries on. They shush the infant softly, but to no avail. The moon arches over the earth a second time, forming another straight line across the night sky next to the first. the CHILD cries HARDER and the GROUND shakes HARDER STILL The moon is crossing the sky in stripes. The earth gives a thunderous heave. Dr. Lafayette falls and rolls, shielding the child with their body as sharp, jagged grass cuts them in a hundred tiny places. The trees above weave through the air, tying sharp, jagged knots about each other and running sharp, jagged laps around the moon-stripe, choking out its remaining light little by little. The night grows far too long and the world grows far too twisted and it all starts to become far too much. But then, a sharp, jagged thought goes through the doctor's mind. Dr. Lafayette: Would you like to hear a story? For just a moment, the child's screams hitch. For just a moment, the ground no longer shakes. Dr. Lafayette strokes the thin hairs on the infant's head. K9-121 curls up beside them as sharp, jagged cracks criss-cross the ground on every side. Somewhere far away, someone is laughing. Dr. Lafayette pulls the child close and begins to whisper a story. The world goes strangely still. And you hear every word. The letters seethe and bleed, smearing on the tips of your fingers and biting at the edges of your vision. A frigid draft breathes through the quiet archives, turning the page. SCP-610-L6 Contact was reestablished with the team members who fell into the underground river currents five hours after SCP-610-L5. Majority of contact consisted of video and audio transmitted from the team’s on-board recording devices. It is unclear whether the team members were aware they were still transmitting, as they made no active efforts to communicate with command before falling out of range. Analysis of the footage indicates that nine of the thirteen missing team members survived their initial journey through the river, as the remaining four do not appear in any available footage. Footage begins with team members struggling to stay afloat as they travel down the river current, video commonly being obscured by impact with rocks and water on the lens. Cries of alarm and distress can be heard, but are distorted by volume and proximity to the microphone. Despite the turbulent nature of the currents, the majority of the team appear to be keeping their heads above water — bar one (unidentified) — who is floating face-down. As they continue to struggle, the colour of the water around them visibly changes to a dark red — this is theorized to be runoff from SCP-610-infected individuals elsewhere in the cavern. The stone walls of the caverns begin to be replaced with bleeding scabs of putrid oozing meat. One of the squad members vomits, and it mingles with his drowning. Another opens their mouth to scream and dooms themselves. The filth carries them onwards. The current of the river begins to shift, and the group falls upwards into SCP-610-L5. Magic circles and mysterious churches loom around the group. Several of their number are smeared across a sequence of events. Someone is screaming into their communicator for assistance, but the coherence of events has long since been lost. They have slipped out of their source. The filth carries them onwards. The currents of the river — no, not a river, a vein, a bleeding pathway of the world — pulls them upwards into SCP-610-L4. The team members shout and beg incoherently as they are squeezed through circuit boards and video logs. One unfortunate tries to reach out with her hand, only to have it shredded in the boundary between observer and subject. They expire from blood loss soon after, despite the veritable amounts of blood in their surroundings — such irony. They are on course now, and cannot be saved. The filth carries them onwards, kicking and screaming, even as the dimensions of the vein continue to grow stronger — their bones crushed by cartilage pressing in. They are deep now in the guts of their existence. They are pulled upwards into SCP-610-L3. One team member seizes the boundary between the two layers of the world, and is bisected when that boundary shifts. What is left of him is dragged outside. The group is stretched across the exploration of a dead zone, pulled up through rotted air into the sky. As they pass into the layer of clouds above and reenter the cardiovascular system of the universe, an engorged human head can be seen emerging from the cavity below. It screams up at them. They scream down at it. The filth carries them onwards. Most of the team are spent, little more than flailing dolls surrendered to the whims of the current. Someone is laughing. The team is dragged into SCP-610-L2, through explosions and bloody constructs and a long empty journey, their limbs slamming upon the edges of conceptualities as they go. Fingers drag desperately along a sphere of flesh, but the sphere simply snatches those fingers away and allows the rest of their bodies to fly off unrescued. One of them chooses to pray while they still have the prerequisite lips. The filth carries them onwards. Only one of the team members still has enough of themselves remaining to be considered a human being. He’s crying, begging, gibbering pathetically. He floats through a world of flesh within flesh, twisted organs and protrusions dancing around him, blood pouring from all things capable of pouring. He opens his eyes, but he has long since gone blind. He strikes the ceiling above him and smashes through. The filth carries him onwards. He smashes through the Description. He smashes through the Special Containment Procedures. He smashes through the Object Class. With a flayed and emaciated hand, he reaches out and grasps the Item #, holding on desperately to the edge of the hash. It’s a worthless maneuver. He squeezes his eyes shut to hide from the absence around him, but the absence is there whether he likes it or not. His fingers slip and break away. His legs break off in the winds of anti-creation, and he is dragged onwards by the emptiness. He falls outside, into the space where nothing is written. He opens his eyes, as his eyelids wilt like dying flowers. He bears witness. Behold! A mouth of seven teeth — each gnarled as a tree, each gargantuan as a planet — encloses itself around the world of the last man. The shape of it is not something he is made for, but he understands hunger — he understands that all he knows will not be enough to sate it. He looks at it, and it looks at him, and he knows that does not make a difference to his fate. The last man was doomed from the moment he was born. You open your mouth to scream, but sound has already been devoured. You try to get away, but distance has already been devoured. You try to despair, but thought has already been devoured. The jaws of the maldeity snap shut. Footnotes 1. It was not a full moon in baseline reality on the night the incident took place, but a full moon was present on the night SCP-783's most recent manifestation began. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7427" by S D Locke, Peppersghost, Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7427. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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Item #: SCP-7430 Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation has infiltrated the local authorities in the town of Lockwood for a more efficient control over the anomaly. Disappearance rates of people between the ages of 15 and 50 must be constantly monitored. The forest surrounding the town must be also monitored through the use of 20 surveillance posts scattered throughout the area, used primarily by research teams and standard security personnel. Civilians found wandering alone in the forest must be persuaded to return to the more populated areas by the security team, who will pose as local rangers. Anyone successfully affected by SCP-7430 is to have their existence erased from the public eye and from all records except this document. Drones and other unmanned means must be used for the search and recovery of instances of SCP-7430-1, which are to be disposed of by incineration. Any civilian or staff member who had contact with or is experiencing activity related to SCP-7430-1 is to be interrogated, and if necessary, properly amnesticized or quarantined depending on the severity of the effects. Any descriptions, news, entertainment, or acts of public reverence towards SCP-7430-1 are to be monitored and censored. Update 5/26/1986: Due to the nature of SCP-7430-1, directly describing the anomaly or tangible elements of its composition must be avoided. The use of thaumaturgical methods to neutralize the anomaly have been declared ineffective. Description: SCP-7430 is an anomalous event currently affecting the population of the town of Lockwood, Oregon. This event occurs approximately 2 to 3 times a year, and causes the disappearance of a single civilian of any gender between the ages of 15 and 50. Generally, the disappearances themselves do not follow a specific pattern, although the consensus dictates that the zone where every person is last seen tends to be in areas close to the forest surrounding the town. Affected individuals often experience personality changes or unusual behaviors prior to disappearance, although the duration or intensity of this effects varies greatly. It is believed that at their highest level of intensity, disappearances can be caused by the spontaneous demanifestation of the individual. These disappearances always lead to the individual becoming part of SCP-7430-1. SCP-7430-1 refers to [DATA EXPUNGED]1. Due to this, SCP-7430-1's capabilities and influence increase based on the number of successful SCP-7430 events, as well as the number of people interacting with any of its instances. It is believed that this effect can also be transmitted between individuals. Addendum 7430.1: Discovery The effects of SCP-7430 were finally discovered after the events of April 1st, 1986, when the disappearance of 26-year-old Evelyn Brocke led to a massive anomalous event. 4 days after being declared missing, an instance of SCP-7430-1 was found by local authorities and taken for study at the local forensic department. Due to the nature of the object found, doctors and members of the authorities as well as administrative and cleaning personnel present in the building ended up being affected by SCP-7430-1, which resulted in a massive exposure of the anomaly to the population of Lockwood. Approximately 59 individuals, including 24 members of the authorities and 35 civilians, were lost in the events of April 1st. Staff incorporated in the town who escaped the event alerted the Foundation and a mass amnestization campaign began on the entire population of Lockwood. In the following weeks, the properties and effects of SCP-7430 were determined. The present documentation was also updated to avoid direct description of SCP-7430-1, after this nearly led to a containment breach on May 26, 1986. Upon closer investigation of the town's history, it was discovered that the disappearances had been occurring for the last 11 years, although their effects had never reached a significant enough intensity to be discovered by the Foundation, or, in most cases, their respective instances of SCP-7430-1 were never properly found. In most of these cases, moreover, people had begun to attribute these disappearances to the act of an alleged serial killer, which led to an unsuccessful investigation by the local police, partly minimizing the suspicion of Foundation members infiltrated in said authorities. Addendum 7430.2: List of relevant SCP-7430-1 instances. 1981 1981 1982 1983 1984 1984 1985 1986 Date: March 6, 1981 Subject: Terrence Phillips Age: 17 Catalyst: [DATA EXPUNGED] Description: Subject is declared missing one day after leaving for school on the morning of March 6. After 2 months of search, an instance of SCP-7430-1 is discovered by a group of campers, lying face down in a puddle in the south-east area of the local forest. Manifestation: Lisa Hawkins, one of the campers, in the following weeks after the event makes an appointment with her dentist due to a constant itchy feeling in her tongue. The sensation ceases after 1 month. No more activity is registered. Date: July 14, 1981 Subject: Henry Bennett Age: 37 Catalyst: [DATA EXPUNGED] Description: The subject works as a part-time taxi driver. Witnesses claim to see him for the last time on the road heading into the northern area of the local forest. Following a 6-week investigation, a local ranger discovers an instance of SCP-7430-1 resting on the shore of a lake, located at northwest of the area. A subsequent investigation reveals Mr. Bennet's vehicle, sunk in the bottom of the lake. Manifestation: Mark Lopez experiences periodic cramps in his right feet, accompanied by a mild feeling of constant anxiety and difficulty for walking over the next 2 months. He later claims to have found himself humming a melody unconsciously every time he was alone. Date: March 9, 1982 Subject: Harry Miller Age: 15 Catalyst: [DATA EXPUNGED] Description: Last seen by his friends leaving high school during the afternoon, after reporting a severe headache. 4 days later, local police find another instance of SCP-7430-1 half-submerged in a creek, near the northwest of the woods. Manifestation: Officer Gregory Campbell, over the next 7 months, initially experiencing periodic severe migraines, suffers an increasing difficulty in making coordinated movements and a deterioration of existing speech skills over the months. In September he is diagnosed with apraxia. By the end of the year, Mr. Campbell reports occasional nightmares, usually related to the amputation of one or both legs. The officer usually describes this act as being accepted by him in the dream, out of utilitarian sentiment. His health progressively improves over the next year. This experience seems to result in Mr. Campbell becoming extremely religious. Date: November 30, 1983 Subject: Vanessa Higgins Age: 23 Catalyst: [DATA EXPUNGED] Description: The subject, a medicine student, experiences severe episodes of anxiety attacks and paranoia during the months prior to the disappearance, many times declaring that she was being constantly persecuted. Although Mrs. Higgins is prescribed with medication according to her unstable mental state, and despite moving back in to her parent's house because of it, her behavior only becomes more erratic as the months pass. The subject disappears at dusk on Wednesday, November 3, during a violent episode of anxiety, running away from home. The next morning, on November 4, 46-year-old Mary Grant, residing at a vacational cabin in the East Woods, discovers an instance of SCP-7430-1 half buried in a large mound of snow near the cabin. Manifestation: During the next 2 nights after the event, Mrs. Grant experiences severe night terrors and visual hallucinations related to multiple human legs2 sticking out of the snow surrounding the cabin overnight, along with sightings of small wooden figures hanging around the cabin that disappear as soon as they are seen again. She also reports occasional cramps in her left leg during this time period. Date: July 23, 1984 Subject: Claire Hawkins Age: 21 Catalyst: [DATA EXPUNGED] Description: Subject goes on a camping trip with her sister and 2 friends, on what was originally going to be a 3-day trip, to the southeast area of the forest. After dinner on the second night, the girl leaves her tent at approximately 2 am in the morning, for no apparent reason. The people who accompanied her collaborate during the next 3 days together with the rangers and local authorities to search for her in the area. Her sister Lisa finds an instance of SCP-7430-1 hanging upside down from a tree. Manifestation: On July 29, during her sister's funeral, Lisa Hawkins hears the muffled sound of female laughter from beneath the ground. She experiences a severe headache that forces her to walk away from the event to collect herself. During the next 11 months, the girl experiences multiple, spontaneous auditory hallucinations of teeth chattering for prolonged periods throughout the day. Severe jaw pain develops which progressively worsens her ability to eat throughout the year. She also begins to have strong night terrors and visual hallucinations involving her sister, running naked in the distance into the woods. All of this results in her developing a strong anxiety disorder, and the habit of rambling nonsense words in prose when alone. On the morning of May 8, 1985, Lisa is in the local Catholic church with her relatives. Just as the people at the mass begin to recite their prayers, Lisa begins to emit meaningless ¨ceremonial vocalizations¨. Subject's parents try to calm her down due to the intensity of these phrases, causing her to recite said vocalizations louder and faster. The prayer is interrupted and the priest approaches the family to ask if the girl is alright. At that moment, and as she would later declare, Lisa mistakes the rosary worn by the priest for a "teeth necklace" and goes into a panic attack that leads her to slip up and hit her head against the bench, dislocating her lower jaw. The young woman is hospitalized and no further abnormal activity is registered after this event. This particular case generated discontent in the student body of Claire's university, leading to multiple protests claiming the ineffectiveness of the police to catch the alleged serial killer responsible for the case, nicknamed as "The Lockwood Mutilator", to whom 6 past disappearances were attributed. Date: November 7, 1984 Subject: Edward Miller Age: 48 Catalyst: [DATA EXPUNGED] Description: The subject spents the last 2 days before his disappearance wandering through the woods. Witnesses claimed to see him in the distance heading northwest and avoiding making contact or being seen by people. Eventually he is no longer seen and is officially declared missing on November 7. Three weeks later, on November 29, a group of elementary students on a school winter trip accompanied by one of their teachers witness an instance of SCP-7430-1 rolling through the snow down a hill until stopping in front of the group. Manifestation: Susan Berkley – 9 years old: Screams during English class when she feels "A very big spider", crawling up her leg. No spiders are found neither on her clothes or in the classroom. (December 2) Stephanie Corbet – 9 years old: Hears a constant taping on the window of her bedroom during the night. Claims to have woken up a few minutes later to a ¨Quiet song¨ coming from outside. (December 3) Timothy Wright – 8 years old: During a Math class, claims to hear music coming from one of the cabinets in the classroom. It stops after 20 seconds. (December 3) Jim Taylor – 9 years old: Finds a human finger sticking out of the dirt of a flowerpot in the school hallway. After this, the subject decides to notify his teacher. When the teacher comes to check the pot, there is nothing. (December 4) Madyson Grant - 8 years old: Claims to have witnessed the crucifix of Jesus Christ in the classroom making signs in silent language with its hands during a literature class. Despite declaring herself scared, the girl does not notify the teacher of this and no other kid in the classroom seem to notice this event. (December 4) Andrew Lopez – 8 years old: Home alone in the afternoon waiting for his father to come home from work, the subject finds himself watching Sesame Street. Apparently, after watching 2 episodes, the boy witnesses a third episode titled ¨Come in Handy!¨ In this episode, Elmo's character is shown in front of a brick wall with a closed wooden door with a crucifix on top of it. Elmo is shown frustrated at not being able to open the wooden door, apparently because he lacks the strength to turn the knob. At that moment, Big Bird´s character appears on screen and asks him the reason behind his frustration. After Elmo explains that he's angry because he can´t open that door, Big Bird explains the importance of accepting help from others to achieve your goals, and how "everyone needs a helping hand sometimes." At that moment, Big Bird uses his "Beak" to remove the glove on the left hand of his costume, exposing the real hand of the actor underneath the costume. Big bird encourages Elmo to use his hand. Elmo easily removes the human hand from the suit as if it were a mannequin, and uses it to turn the knob. The door opens slowly, revealing what appears to be a desolate wooded area covered in snow in the middle of the night. The area appears to be a real location. Both characters stay silent and turn their heads towards the camera without moving. The sound of winter wind can be heard coming from the door. After 2 minutes of the characters standing still in front of the door, Andrew becomes scared and leaves the room without turning off the TV. The child comes back after half an hour to check the TV. He leaves again after verifying that the same scene is still there. When Andrew's father arrives at dusk, he finds his son waiting for him on the porch. The TV is now playing a repetition of the first episode of season 14: ¨Big Bird at Camp¨ There is no known record of the episode described by the kid. When pressed for further details, Andrew describes how the show's intro song, "Sesame Street Theme" by Joe Raposo, had been replaced with a "different melody." (December 6) Lockwood Elementary School: During the morning, approximately a number of 40 paint handprints are found in the walls of one of the school bathrooms. These handprints range in size from 5.5 to 22.6 inches. (December 8) Stephanie Corbet – 9 years old: Wakes up in the morning with her body and face covered in bruises. The little girl´s neck shows strangulation marks. The child is helped and taken to a hospital by her parents. An investigation is opened for a possible case of domestic abuse. (December 8) Ian Flynn: Physical education teacher Ian Flynn attempts to strangle the priest of the local Catholic church, initially using his bare hands, then using the priest's rosary. The subject is separated and arrested, unable to give statements, being in a state of dissociation. Although no charges are filed, Mr. Flynn is not allowed to go near the church again. The subject would later declare himself confused about the event. (December 8) Lockwood Elementary School: The hands of the crucifix of Jesus in one of the classrooms disappear. (December 9) Date: November 5, 1985 Subject: Aaron Woodfield Age: 46 Catalyst: [DATA EXPUNGED] Description: The subject, a 46-year-old local park ranger, is arrested on November 2 on suspicion of being related to the disappearance of students Elizabeth Taylor and Marissa Clark in January and July of the same year. The suspicions on the part of the authorities were due to witnesses who declared how in both cases they saw the girls in desolate areas being followed by Mr. Woodfield, being in the case of the second victim, at a time that did not coincide with the subject's work Schedule. He also was linked to the disappearance of a prostitute in December 26th 1974, to whom he had allegedly frequented in the weeks before the disappearance. After an inspection of the subject's home, and despite the fact that no traces of the students were found, the school uniforms and belongings of the two girls are found buried in the backyard of the home, along with a backpack that would later be discovered to belong to Claire Hawkins, a previous victim of SCP-7430. This news become a scandal in the Lockwood community, who blame him for the other disappearances on suspicion that they were caused by the activity of a serial killer in the area3. However, Mr. Woodfield suddenly disappears during an interrogation at the East Precinct police station. Subject had experienced strong paranoia and instability in the days before the disappearance. The investigation is left inconclusive, since no further traces of Mr. Woodfield are found and due to the discovery of more belongings of disappeared victims in another 3 homes near the residence of the subject, and in the courtyard of the local elementary school. No instance of SCP-7430-1 is found in this case. The interview conducted with Aaron Woodfield, formerly owned by the Lockwood Police Department prior to the tape´s confiscation is attached below. TRANSCRIPT OF AARON WOODFIELD´S LAST INTERROGATION TAPE RECORDED INTERVIEW AARON WOODIELD / DETECTIVE JOHN MENDEZ 11.5.85N <Begin Log> MENDEZ: This is detective Mendez, Lockwood Police Department. Today is Wednesday, November 5, 1985. Current time is 7:36 P.M. This is a taped conversation with the last name of Woodfield, first of Aaron. Date of birth 02-16-39. MENDEZ: Okay Aaron, I just turned on this tape recorder so we can have this conversation more easily. It's almost the end of my schedule and I don't have the patience to stay here all night, so don't make me. Let's not repeat what happened a couple of days ago, okay? (Silence) MENDEZ: Aaron? WOODFIELD: o-okay sir. MENDEZ: Please, speak up a little bit. WOODFIELD: Yes sir. OFFICER: Good. Well as you may know, since we talked it last time, uh, you were detained on suspicion of being involved in the disappearance of the two girls this year4. You assured me that you never had any contact with them, is that correct? (Silence) MENDEZ: Aaron, i'm talking to you. WOODFIELD: Yes. MENDEZ: Okay, so you do remember. Aaron, you made it clear to us that you had nothing to do with the case, even though we have three witnesses who saw you following the girls, one of them late at night in the middle of the forest. When we asked you, you told us that it wasn't you, despite the fact that two of the witnesses recognized your face. Is that correct? WOODFIELD: It wasn't me. MENDEZ: You told us the same thing last Saturday. Do you have any way to prove it? WOODFIELD: (No response) MENDEZ: Look, ever since we pulled you over a few days ago, we've been searching through your home, Aaron. Yesterday we found belongings of both girls buried in your backyard. WOODFIELD: What? MENDEZ: We also found a backpack, belonging to a young woman who disappeared one night you did duty, July 23, '84. We found dried blood on the backpack, Aaron. WOODFIELD: Oh. MENDEZ: Okay, listen carefully, I need you to tell me if you did something to those girls, and why- WOODFIELD: I swear i didn´t do anything, i s-swear i- MENDEZ: Calm down, take it easy. I'm going to need you to be more clear with me. WOODFIELD: I-I did saw them, both, in the Woods. WOODFIELD: But i didn't do anything to them. I´m scared. MENDEZ: Why are you scared? MENDEZ: So you did have contact with them? WOODFIELD: No… I never even touch them. I swear I never met them, but it was during my shift, in January, I saw this girl- MENDEZ: Are you talking about Elizabeth? WOODFIELD: I think, she was wearing a school uniform, and she was wandering alone in a dangerous area, we don't let minors do that, be-because of the animals and- WOODFIELD: -after 5 minutes… when i finally got to her, she was already dead, hanging in a tree… MENDEZ: What do you mean she was dead? WOODFIELD: She was dead, man! S-she was naked and looked like her [REDACTED] had been ripped off- MENDEZ: Are you telling me you just found a dead body and never reported it? WOODFIELD: Sir, s-she turned her head to me, and s-started talking… And her voice, it didn't sound like a girl's, it sounded like- MENDEZ: Didn't you just tell me she was dead? WOODFIELD: She was dead! A-and she was smiling…she told me that it would be disrespectful to leave her l-lying there- WOODFIELD: She said that her parents would be very sad if they never found her or something like that- She kept begging me to get close to her- MENDEZ: Aaron, I don't understand- WOODFIELD: I ran away, i kept hearing her, calling my name… I went home, then I thought it was maybe just a joke. And then I saw her face on the news, everywhere! And the same thing happened with the other one…! The same uniform, the same smile…And I- just- didn't want the same thing to happen again! But it was very dark, I couldn't- MENDEZ: Okay, okay Aaron. Why did you never tell anyone? WOODFIELD: Because no one would believe me! WOODFIELD: And now weird things keep happening… I can't stop finding [REDACTED] spreaded all across my backyard! WOODFIELD: And the girls are everywhere, smiling at me! They are under my sofa, in the ceiling- A few days ago I went to the bathroom, and I caught them looking at me over the shower curtain! I almost had a heart attack- MENDEZ: Sir- WOODFIELD: I just want to be able to sleep again, plea- At that moment, the interviewer is distracted by a flickering in the lights of the room, causing him to look up at the ceiling for an instant. When turning to the front, Mr. Woodfield is no longer there. Mendez inspects under the table without success. MENDEZ: What? Mendez inspects the entire room. There is no trace of Mr.Woodfield MENDEZ: What the f- <End Log> Manifestation: N/A Date: March 28, 1986 Subject: Evelyn Brocke Age: 26 Catalyst: [DATA EXPUNGED] Description: The subject, a medicine student, locks herself in the bedroom of her house in the suburbs for 6 days before the disappearance tooks place. Testimonies from both close friends and that of her younger brother, who lived with her at that time, indicate that there were no signs of strange behavior or emotional distress in the young woman prior to her confinement, indicating that this behavior manifested spontaneously. During the 6-day period, the subject apparently only communicates through the door with her brother in, as he later describes, nonsensical phrases. On the sixth day, when the young woman stops responding, her brother becomes concerned and seeks for help, alterting the authorities. On March 27th, the police brokes into the young woman's room, inside which there is no trace of her. The next day she is officially declared missing. 4 days later, in the early morning of April 1st, an instance of SCP-7430-1 is found by the authorities leaning behind a tree next to a road running through the southeast of the woods, partially covered in a "finely ornamented white veil". After being discovered, SCP-7430-1 is taken for a study in the forensic department at noon5. Manifestation: [REDACTED] Addendum 7430.3: First chronological manifestation of SCP-7430 During the investigation period of SCP-7430 following the events of April 1st, 1986, information was gathered from the locals to establish a timeline of events surrounding the anomaly. This was how the first official disappearance related to SCP-7430 was discovered, referring to 9-year-old Thomas Heffley on December 24th, 1974. Mr. Heffley, who now was 21 years old at the time and who had been living with his family in Nevada since 1978, was contacted to provide his experience with the incident. Said interview is attached below. Thomas Heffley, who lived his childhood in Lockwood, disappeared on the night of December 24, in the middle of a family reunion. After being unsuccessfully searched for by his parents and uncles, the authorities were alerted. Two days later, Thomas, unconscious, was found nearly buried by snow in a remote area of the woods, with only a single █████ missing. He was rescued and sent to the hospital, where it was not possible to explain how the infant would manage to survive so long without dying naturally from hypothermia. The boy's testimony was not made public. In 1986, Thomas was contacted by the Foundation and interviewed at his current residence in the state of Nevada by agent █████ on May 26 at 1:23 PM <Begin Log> INTERVIEWER: Could you describe your experience living in Lockwood, Oregon? HEFFLEY: Yes of course. Uhh, I lived there my entire childhood, my dad and my grandpa moved there when he was a teenager. Nice, calm town, lots of nature. INTERVIEWER: Please, try being more specific. HEFFLEY: Uhm, my father worked at a gas station, mom worked at home. I didn't have many friends, but the townspeople were always very friendly. Although somewhat superstitious. INTERVIEWER: What do you mean by "superstitious"? HEFFLEY: Well, you know, the town, it wasn't very big until more people came to live there in the 70s. Before, they had always been that kind of a closed community, I don't think I need to explain INTERVIEWER: Please, explain in great detail. HEFFLEY: (Sighs) HEFFLEY: My grandfather always talked about the people who used to live there, in the woods, weird religions, I always thought they were like hippies, according to him they were more like gypsies or something like that. People used to find weird necklaces on the trees, weird music coming from the woods at night, the townsfolk fed urban legends to scare the kids, including Dad. We stopped hearing anything from those people during the 60´s though. INTERVIEWER: Interesting, thanks. Thomas, I understand that there were also some strange disappearances during the 70's and 80's, right? HEFFLEY: Uhh, no, I don't know INTERVIEWER: Your family moved in '78, right? Hadn't there been a wave of people disappearing? Murders or something like that? HEFFLEY: Well uh, I guess I just heard some rumors. They said there was, uh, a man in the woods, a murderer or something. The son of a friend of dad's also disappeared, I think that scared him, I always thought he had just run away, I don´t really know. INTERVIEWER: Thomas, we know that you apparently disappeared for 2 days when you were 9 years old. Christmas of '74, remember? Could you tell us something about that day? HEFFLEY: I'd rather not talk about that INTERVIEWER: It is not a matter of what you prefer or not. Thomas, please describe what you remember about that day. HEFFLEY: Why? Are you with the government or something? I d- INTERVIEWER: Thomas. I have a group of officers waiting outside. (Silence) HEFFLEY: Uhh… I remember it was on Christmas Eve. My grandfather had a cabin, on the outskirts, we used it for family events, things like that… I only have vague memories of what happened before. We were at the cabin, it was night and everything was covered in snow, dad had trouble parking us earlier. Uh, I was on the couch, I had been playing with mom, we were waiting for dad to finish dinner. I remember my aunt called mom to ask her for help with something, I think, I don't remember what. I think I fell asleep, it felt like being asleep, or I got distracted, I don't know. When no one was looking, I got up and walked to the exit. I was walking through the snow, up the hill, I couldn't see anything. INTERVIEWER: Why did you do that? HEFFLEY: I, uh, I don't know, I don't think I wanted to, I could hear mom calling my name, I could see the cabin from above, far way, I think I ignored it and kept walking. It was all very dark and I was freezing, I remember touching the branches while walking through the trees to guide me. It felt like being disassociated, like I was dreaming. It scares me, how easy it was. INTERVIEWER: Please Thomas, focus. What else do you remember? HEFFLEY: I kept walking for a while longer, an hour, maybe? Definitely an hour or two. Eh, there was this, circle of trees, I got in. I think, uh, I saw clothes, rags, in the snow, I touched a, uh, a figure, made with sticks. I don't remember what it looked like. I collapsed right there, felt like I was dying. Can we stop here? INTERVIEWER: Is that it? HEFFLEY: I don't- want to tell more. This is why I don't tell anyone, at one point they don't believe me but then they start doing weird things. Please leave my house. INTERVIEWER: That is irrelevant. Any substantial information you have, you must tell us. HEFFLEY: Please, I- INTERVIEWER: This is a serious matter. If you do not cooperate, there could be serious repercussions for you. Or your family. (Silence) HEFFLEY: I- remember images, or I dreamed them, but I was more or less conscious. Uh, there were people, dressed in white, dancing..Yes, they were dancing… whistling this song…It wasn't cold anymore, it was daytime, I think it was summer, maybe, or spring… they wore crowns made with flowers, and necklaces… HEFFLEY: …Remember, uh, the stick figure? INTERVIEWER: Yes. HEFFLEY: Well there was something like that, but bigger, it was much bigger. It was, like a statue, or an idol… all made with sticks and branches. Those people were hugging it, singing to it…I felt how they grabbed my arms, my legs, I was collapsed… They brought me close to it, they put me inside and then, pain, felt blood in my mouth… HEFFLEY: What I saw inside, I don't remember, too diffuse, but I remember my surprise. It's not something you'd expect to see inside a statue, especially one made out of wood, y-you know? INTERVIEWER: Are you sure you don't remember what you saw? Nothing comes to your mind? HEFFLEY: [DATA EXPUNGED], many little ones. INTERVIEWER: I see. (Silence) HEFFLEY: Please, I swear every tim- INTERVIEWER: (Groans) (Silence) INTERVIEWER: Like this one? HEFFLEY: Yes. Exactly. Please, can you leave now? (Silence) HEFFLEY: Wha- HEFFLEY: What are you doi- <End Log> Following the interview, both Mr. Heffley and his family were amnesticized so that they would have no memory of his disappearance. Agent █████ was recovered and quarantined for 2 days. Update: Addendum 7430.4: Incident 7430-1 (1997) + Access Addendum - Close On April 1, 1997, after 10 years of successful containment by Foundation assets, the first breach of SCP-7430-1 occurred. The individual responsible for said breach was found to be 20-year-old student Caleb Brocke. Unlike other cases involving SCP-7430-1, Caleb's case stands out due to his understanding of certain qualities of the anomaly and awareness of the Foundation's presence and its involvement with local authorities. As of his entry into the woods on March 28, 1997, a search and capture of the individual began, in which Caleb actively evaded security forces6, until he disappeared, resulting in the breach of April first. Caleb carried a journal with him, in which he initially expressed his personal problems derived from his tumultuous mental state, later writing his conjectures regarding the Foundation and the anomaly, and a record of his exploration of the woods. Below is a chronological reconstruction of the events that occurred in April 1, 1997. . . . On the night of March 31, Caleb is officially declared missing by Foundation assets and the extraction of the resulting instance of SCP-7430-1, as well as the prompt removal of any records relating to Caleb Brocke, becomes a priority. 5:34 AM: SCP-7430-1 instance corresponding to Caleb Brocke is found by security drones in the western area of the forest, the furthest from the city, resting in a circle of trees. 5:58 AM: The Heffleys' Christmas cabin, close to the anomaly, is raided by Foundation agents for the extraction of personal items belonging to Brocke. His backpack and personal diary are recovered for immediate analysis. 6:26 AM: Examination of Brocke's journal entries begins. SCP 7430-1 instance successfully recovered by extraction drone. 7:22 AM: The recovery drone deviates from its usual route to the incineration area, heading instead to the nearest research post, 3 kilometers away, due to what is believed to be anomalous influence. The main supervisor of drone operations in the area does not report this, it is believed because at that time he was helping the analysis team with Caleb Brocke's diary, and was beginning to be affected by the cognitohazards of its entries, particularly the one corresponding to March 31. How the team failed to detect the evident presence of cognitohazards, it is still being investigated. 7:56 AM: Drone successfully enters Research Post 03, drops SCP 7430-1 instance in main hall. SCP-7430-1 is first witnessed by 23 Foundation employees and 12 security guards. A total of 3 employees and 2 security members leave the facility in anticipation of the hysteria. 8:24 AM: SCP-7430-1 has affected all personnel in the area. Manifestation events begin, according to certain testimonies, related to the personnel performing tribal dances and laceration rituals. This behavior extends for the next 90 minutes. 8:59 AM: Investigation Post 02 becomes aware of the possible containment breach in post 03, and after several failed attempts to communicate with the site, the Foundation is alerted. 9:52 AM: A nude staff member is detected hoisting Caleb Brocke's SCP-7430-1 instance onto the flag pole on the building's roof. 9:54 AM: Various drones surrounding Research Site 03 record the building beginning to sink into the ground along with the personnel inside. This process ends after 14 minutes. 10:30 AM: SCP-7430-1 manifestation slowly emerges from the ground as a black-type entity, 34 meters long, composed of a complete bone structure (206 individual parts emulating a human skeleton) A state of emergency is declared and the evacuation process begins at the other research posts, while various methods are devised to neutralize the entity as soon as possible. 10:51 AM: SCP-7430-1 begins to vocalize a musical melody in the sound of trumpets. 11:02 AM: Scranton Reality Archors are deployed in an attempt to de-manifest the entity. These suddenly overload and stop working. Upon deactivation, the archors turn into several human legs sticking out of the ground. These move along with the melody sung by the entity. 11:09 AM: The entity begins to wander through the forest on its way to the town. Its passage through the area generates a forest fire. 11:47 AM: Despite of Foundation's efforts, the entity arrives to Lockwood, beginning to expand its influence on the population. During the next 2 hours, riots break out in the streets and a large part of the population tries to leave the town, saturating the roads. 12:30 AM: The forest fire spawned by SCP-7430-1 spreads to the southeast of the forest. Attempts to put out the fire demonstrate that the flames cannot be extinguished, due to it being anomalous nature. Approximately 47 civilians are deemed lost due to the manifestation of SCP-7430-1. Around 8 deaths are registered due to the riots and the esoteric behavior generated in civilians by the entity. 12:49 AM: An operation begins with the goal of deploying several Scranton reality anchors to distract the entity while civilians attempting to leave the city are evacuated. 1:05 PM: 104 civilians lost due to the entity. 1:19 PM: In the western area of the woods, security officer Waylon Davis, who had fled security post 03 during the staff exposure to SCP-7430-1, returns to the entity's original manifestation zone by accident while escaping the fire. There he finds the flag pole with SCP-7430-1, half buried coming out of the ground. He improvises a blindfold to try not to see the instance directly, and spends the next 10 minutes trying to tie off the object. 1:29 PM: 20 Scranton reality anchors are deployed and activated in areas surrounding the entity. 30 Foundation evacuation helicopters arrive to extract as many civilians as possible, another 30 are deployed. Waylon Davis manages to extract the instance of SCP-7430-1 completely, he begins looking for where to incinerate the object as quickly as possible. 1:52 PM: 400 civilians are successfully evacuated. 12 more helicopters arrive. The fire spreads to the northeast of the forest. 7 of the Scranton reality anchors deployed around the manifestation malfunction and transform into [REDACTED] dancing on fire around the entity. Officer Waylon Davis finds a pile of burning trees. He immediately drops SCP-7430-1 in it and waits for the object to be engulfed in flames. 2:01 PM: SCP-7430-1 instance is completely covered in flames. Waylon Davis confirms this and escapes the area. The entity resulting from the manifestation remains completely immobile for 4 minutes, then proceeds to demanifest. The manifestation is declared neutralized. 2:02 PM: The fire generated by the entity begins to extinguish. In the same way, the vegetation of the affected area is restored. 2:59 PM: Several evacuation and medical assistance vehicles from the Foundation arrive to assist the civilians. By the end of the day, the town has been completely evacuated and quarantined by the foundation. . . . Addendum 7430.5: Recovered materials + Access Addendum - Close After the event, Caleb Brocke's journal was successfully examined. An entry corresponding to March 24 is left here below, which constitutes the entry related to the event with the lowest number of cognitohazardous elements. March 24 I still remember when Ev's friend passed away. I was very young but I think I understood the situation. She was so sad that I decided that I wanted to accompany her to the funeral. And I remember everything perfectly, I don't know why, but I do. Although she used to tell me that I shouldn't forget anything, and I promised her that I would remember even the smallest detail. I remember that it was a winter day, full of snow. I remember the expressionless face of everyone who attended the event. Also the hurt face of the parents. I remember holding her hand as I looked at the finely carved tombstone. "Vanessa Higgins" I also remember what they used to say at school: “There is a man in the woods. They say that when no one is looking, wherever you are, he catches you and takes you. Then he claims his trophy, and leaves what's left of you to rot in the wild. If you stay still, near the forest, you can hear it, singing his melody. He used to be a park ranger. Or a surgeon. Or a mental patient. Or a police officer. He prefers women and teenagers ¨. Shortly after Ev left, I went back to the cemetery, to the exact spot where her friend had been buried. Next to her grandmother. Do you know what I found? Nothing. I wanted to find out, ask the cemetery administration, her family about her. Do you know what I discovered? There never was a "Vanessa Higgins". Her parents "never had children" And Ev. I was always an orphan. Since mom and dad died in the crash. Only son. I know it's not like that, but I don't know why. The sister of a classmate. I asked him if he remembered his sister, Marissa. Marissa Clark. He froze for a few seconds. Paralyzed. As if his brain couldn't recognize my question. I thought he was making fun of me. And the mutilator? Nobody remembers. And those who do believe it was just a myth. A game created by impressionable children. I know there are people in the forest. I once saw them. With weapons, robes. People occasionally see objects flying over the trees. And then I saw her in my dreams. Ev. She cried, she said she was burning. She told me how they had taken her, so no one would find her. So that no one would remember her. Her voice sounded different. And then the same nightmare. The streets on fire. People running. Her smile, bigger than ever, people jumping up to her mouth, disappearing. Her voice, saying that weird name over and over again, [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED]. The last time I saw her. I'm tired. I feel like I'm going crazy. I've been trying to remember, and gather courage. I´m going to the place she told me. To the west. Past the abandoned cabin. Going up the mountain, towards the circle of trees. I promised her I would go. I prefer to close the cycle rather than continue to see people forgetting things. People. I even prefer to be mutilated and everyone to forget me than to pretend that none of this happened. And if someone is reading this and I haven´t come back, go find me. On the mountain, all the information is right here. Do not forget me. Come and find me. I´ll be there. April 19, 1997: UPDATES CONCERNING SCP 7430 Since the events that occurred in April, we have reconsidered various aspects of the anomaly. For starters, SCP-7430's anomalous effect has sharpened. When we went after Caleb, there was no way to explain how an ordinary civilian could have evaded our drones, patrol agents, search vehicles, etc. Based on certain contents of the boy's personal diary, we believe that he was guided and aided by SCP-7430-1 to some degree in achieving his goal, meaning that the anomaly has become a more latent danger. Although so many years of successful containment served to reduce the speed of SCP-7430's anomalous effect over a fairly considerable timespan, which is, 4 days for the disappearance of an affected individual, since the breach the effect seems to have sharpened. In the last few days, we have registered multiple cases of wildlife disappearing spontaneously , including those that inhabit the forest as well as birds. We believe that if this effect continues with the same frequency, in 2 weeks a third of the total fauna in the area will be lost. Our research team had already elucidated that while the anomaly was incomplete, and that incineration of the various of its instances slowed their ability to cross into our plane, each individual manifestation of SCP-7430-1 is proportionally more destructive, regardless of the catalyst used. Yes, maybe this time SCP-7430-1 chose a catalyst that would grant it something it hadn't had before, the ability to ¨fully¨ manifest and move voluntarily. But it doesn't change the fact that, hypothetically, it wouldn't take much more than an eye to wreak havoc on a population. We had considered the idea of the Gashadokuro, from Japanese folklore, as a historical manifestation of SCP-7430-1, but further study revealed an interaction of the anomaly with the indigenous groups that originally inhabited the region that is today, Oregon. In the same way that happened with our third research post , we believe that this had an impact on said community developing esoteric and violent behaviors, many times with the extirpation and veneration of human anatomy as a central theme. The subsequent abandonment by these peoples of the area, that caused the drastic reduction of the capabilities of the anomaly, could explain certain qualities of SCP-7430-1: Similar to other beings of thaumaturgical nature, it seems to develop itself based on its perception and the offerings made to it. We should consider ourselves fortunate that it does not understand human physiology in its entirety beyond its destructive interpretations. Regarding the people who came later, we know rather, very little. We have some general information, a cult of about 13 families. Including that of a mayor. They used children, very young, from 6 to 11 years old. They would leave them in the forest, alone, and return to search for them after three days. In all cases, they would lose a single tooth. It was a kind of offering. A thaumaturgical ritual to appease. Only instead of sacrificing human hearts, infant teeth were used. They would repeat this process once a year, from 1942, to 1961. Every time with a different kid. Then something happened in 1962. An 8 year old girl, █████ ██████, was the first one to appear mutilated. The rest were not stupid, and clearly ditressed, they left the area. The solution is rather simple. Don't let more people jump into the grind, allowing the anomaly to manifest itself and expose itself to even more people. SCP-7430-1 should not be considered a god, a ghost, a nymph, a forest spirit, let alone a serial killer. SCP-7430 should be considered non-existent, and this should form an essential part of our containment procedures. We believe that the current situation of SCP-7430 makes impossible any normal habitation in the town, as well as any type of containment, as long as there are people living in the area. We have evacuated the entire town of Lockwood, and considering the above, it is a good time to apply our proposal to update the containment methods as well as the description of the anomaly for a more efficient containment. -██████ ██████, SCP-7430 research team supervisor. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . LOADING . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . LOADING . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . + There´s a new available version of this article - Close Item #: SCP-7430 Special Containment Procedures: The town of Lockwood, Oregon has remained evacuated and quarantined, along with the surrounding forest, since 1997. Roads leading to the town, or that cross through said forest area have been removed and rerouted. In the same way, the population that inhabited the region was totally amnesticized and relocated, together with all records of the town's existence erased. A fenced quarantine zone has been established around the 1,367,173 acres that the forest surrounding the town covers, and which concentrates the greatest anomalous activity. Any unauthorized person attempting to cross said containment must be urgently arrested and amnestied. Individuals who have crossed the breach must be terminated as soon as possible by any means possible. Testing on human subjects to test the capabilities of SCP-7430's effects is strictly prohibited. Exploration into SCP-7430 is currently prohibited. It is only allowed to monitor the area with the use of drones and other unmanned means. In the event containment fails and an SCP-7430-1 event occurs, the protocol "Vita Custodia" is to be put in place making use of the Scranton reality anchors available in the area as well as remotely activated incineration devices scattered in the whole forest. No further protocols will be needed to extinguish the subsequent fire. All personnel assigned to SCP-7430 are to be subsequently amnestied to forget the event. Unless the "Vita Custodia" protocol must be put in place, there´s no SCP-7430-1 and all staff should be informed about it. Description: SCP-7430 is the abandoned city of Lockwood and all of it's surrounding forest, in [REDACTED], Oregon. While SCP-7430 itself exhibits no self-evident hazards or anomalous properties, SCP-7430's anomalous effect is activated when any organic being crosses into it, at which point it will demanifest after a period between 40 seconds and 6 minutes. This effect occurs whenever said being is within the marked terrain of the forest, regardless of at what height. Commonly, animals affected by the anomaly are expendable, and experience increased stress and aggressive behavior prior to demanifestation. Of the 2 cases of humans who have been lost due to the anomaly, a feeling of dissociation and extreme confusion was recorded before their disappearance. Demanifestation of human subjects is extremely detrimental and may lead to a potential CK-Class (Reality Restructuring) Scenario. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7430" by CrimsonFripp, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7430. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Footnotes 1. Direct description of SCP-7430-1 and its components (Instances) is detrimental due to its memetic effects. The same applies to any catalyst used by SCP-7430-1. 2. 32, Approximately. 3. This would later cause the assault on his brother in November 4th while he was performing a Mass at the local church. 4. It would later be confirmed that the instances of SCP 7430-1 corresponding to these cases were still missing. 5. The conjecture of forensic experts prior to examination suggested beheading by blunt force as main cause of death. 6. The individual is believed to have accomplished this through, or assisted by, anomalous means.
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SCP-7431-1 illustrated by ████████ ██████ ████████████, Argentina, 1926. Item #: SCP-7431 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7431, being spontaneous, cannot be systematically contained through the means available to the Foundation. Its containment must be carried out through identification and intervention in cases related to it. Any records or information that describes SCP-7431-1 must be censored/deleted. Records of a historical nature are considered of greater relevance and must be confiscated for study. SCP-7431 victims must be immediately detained for interrogation and subsequent amnesticization. Depending on the level at which they were affected by the anomaly, the prescription of anxiolytics or psychiatric treatments is recommended for greater cooperation and a more efficient study of the anomaly. Description: SCP-7431 is a phenomenon that occurs spontaneously and that, at the time of writing this article, has affected approximately 4% of the world's population. This phenomenon causes a sudden state of comatose and uninterrupted sleep in individuals who suffer from it. The duration of the process can vary from 20 minutes to 7 hours, and ends with the individual waking up due to natural causes. This sleep state cannot be interrupted in any way through external factors and all attempts to interrupt this cycle have failed, including methods such as overexposure of the patient to various stimuli as well as the infliction of extreme pain. Approximately 78% of Recorded cases of SCP-7431 develop various anxiety and depression disorders in the time after the event, the most common being schizoid personality disorder and paranoid personality disorder as well as a tendency to self-flagellation. SCP-7431-1 is a metaphysical escape attested by victims of SCP-7431. All information regarding SCP-7431-1 comes from the various testimonies of SCP-7431 victims and from various historical records recovered mainly from European and pre-Columbian sources dating from between the 15th and 17th centuries. The possible relation with the anomaly remains under study. The exact size, properties, origin, or functioning of this space is still under study. General information confirms the existence of a primarily humanoid sub-society, based on hierarchies, extremely hostile and highly volatile. Veneration towards violent ritualistic acts predominates as a cultural constant within this society, leading to acts of torture, excision, and devouring subjected to human individuals who arrive at SCP-7431-1 by its inhabitants. SCP-7431-1 has a property that causes beings who arrive due to SCP-7431 to constantly regenerate their body matter and living tissue, making them virtually indestructible to any damage, or at least, preventing the possibility of death for any subject within the escape. This should be considered a negative factor, since the exposure of individuals to multiple methods of torture without the possibility of dying due to the injuries results in extreme emotional distress and the development of mental disorders in said individuals. The flow of time within SCP-7431-1 also appears to be different from that of the base reality. Individuals who appear to have been in the effects of SCP-7431 for only a short period of time testify to having spent longer periods of time inside the escape. Being the longest time inside ever recorded, according to one subject, of 6 years. Three relevant locations have been identified within the escape: Wasteland: Considerably vast desert that extends for kilometers around the center of SCP-7431-1. It appears to be non-Euclidean in nature, and is normally saturated with humans in perpetual starvation due to the lack of resources. Citadel: Massive structure, similar to the Panopticon, a design ideated by Jeremy Bentham towards the end of the 18th century. It appears to be a center for the highest hierarchies within SCP-7431-1, and is where torture and punishment activities towards humans within the escape are carried out. Tower: Structure that sits on top of the citadel. It contains, according to certain sources, an entity inside. No further information is available. SCP-7431-2 is the collective designation for the multiple entities and beings that inhabit SCP-7431-1, whether native to it or not. Addendum 7431.1: List of known SCP-7431-2 instances A B C D E ✶ Artistic representation of SCP-7431-2-A. Found in The Andes mountains, date undetermined. Designation: SCP-7431-2-A Description: Sentient humanoid entities that roam the wastelands of SCP-7431-1. Its anatomy is characterized by the absence of reproductive organs and any type of body orifice. Testimonies also affirm the absence of certain organs, limbs or other parts of the body. These absences seem to vary depending on the instance. The presence of a single eye of disproportionate size in relation to the size of the skull predominates in all instances. Instances of SCP-7431-2-A move in groups, wandering aimlessly and erratically. Certain witnesses claim to have heard these entities producing vocalizations in different known languages, which are mostly described as short, unintelligible, or mere words without any relationship between them. These vocalizations have been recorded, based on various witnesses and translators, in Portuguese, Russian, English, Spanish, French, Guaraní, Aymara, German, and Mocovi. SCP-7431-2-B. Drawn by German biologist ██████ ████ Designation: SCP-7431-2-B Description: Invertebrate creatures similar to river leeches, with a mass twice the size. They are described with human mouths and dentures. Being carnivorous, scavenger creatures, the younger instances feed on tunnels made in the flesh of the prey by the older instances, feeding mainly on fat and cartilage. Once they grow, their jaws finish developing, allowing them to tear and crush the meat effectively. Designation: SCP-7431-2-C Description: Decapitated heads, usually in groups, impaled on stakes around all of SCP-7431-1. Possessing the quality of regeneration of living tissue, they are constantly consumed by instances of SCP-7431-2-B, who will also form small colonies inside them. They are conscious and can communicate through an indeterminate psychic capacity. Instances of SCP-7431-2-C will normally attempt to attract other humans through calls for help, screams of pain, or mere manipulation, persuading them to attempt to remove them from the stake on which they are impaled. The moment a human makes physical contact with any of these instances, he or she will automatically change places with it, becoming impaled while the previous instance awakens from the effects of SCP-7431. Relevant Encounter/s: Jessica Maertens (19 years old) is affected by SCP-7431 after deciding to take a short sleep on the afternoon of May 9, 2007. After arriving at SCP-7431-1, the subject overcomes the shock and decides to explore the wasteland. After some time, she encounters an instance of SCP-7431-2-C. The subject, as expected, reacts with desperation and fear. After realizing her presence, the instance begins to communicate with the subject, calming her and persuading her to come closer. At that moment, the instance tries to convince the subject to remove it from the stake, arguing that it is the only way it has to return to the real world. After considering it for a couple of minutes, the subject makes physical contact with the instance. The subject replaces the instance, her body de-manifests and her head becomes impaled on the stake. After approximately a year and a half in that state1, already converted into a colony for SCP-7431-2-B, the subject spots a pre-adolescent boy exploring the surroundings. After persuading him to remove her from the stake in the same way, the boy makes physical contact and the subject wakes up in the real world, where barely 20 minutes had passed. In a violent state of ecstasy, the subject runs to the kitchen of her home and attempts to impale 2 kitchen knives in her ears2. While being detained by her parents, who were present at home, the subject ends up hitting her head multiple times against a piece of furniture, and ends up being hospitalized. Already admitted to the hospital, the subject would narrate her experience inside SCP-7431-1 to her psychologist, before commiting suicide on May 11, 2011. SCP-7431-2-D Designation: SCP-7431-2-D Description: Massive entity, with resemblance to a human fetus with notable malformations. It emits a powerful glow and is usually found anchored to the cornice of the citadel. Based on the collection of various testimonies, a cultural practice is reported in which SCP-74312-D is unmoored to wander, floating, above the wasteland for an indeterminate time, to then return and rest on the citadel again. SCP-7431-2-D produces a powerful memetic effect when viewed directly, in which any individual who maintains eye contact for more than 5 seconds will suffer complete spontaneous combustion. Said fire is of an anomalous nature and cannot be extinguished by any means available within SCP-7431-1. Although this effect would be considered fatal, since humans within the escape possess the quality of regeneration of living tissue, combustion in individuals usually occurs constantly and permanently until the state of sleep is abandoned. Relevant Encounter/s: ██████ ███████ (53-years-old),a 17th century French philosopher, would come into contact with SCP-7431-1 at an undetermined date and time. The subject would explore the wasteland for 4 days before witnessing SCP-7431-2-D and going into a combust state. It is theorized that the individual spent 8 months in that state before awakening from the effects of SCP-7431. The subject would end up drawing a representation of SCP-7431-2-D in his diary before publicly committing suicide in Place ██████████████ Designation: SCP-7431-2-E Description: Race of humanoid beings native to SCP-7431-1. Described as being around two and a half meters in size. They have disproportionate strength despite having a muscular system similar to that of a human. Extremely violent beings who are dedicated to the systematic torture of humans within the escape. They usually move through the wasteland in search of new subjects, to then transfer them to the citadel, where they subject them to various methods of torture both through the use of machinery within the structure or through the use of brute force. Relevant Encounter/s: Nicolas Thompson (23 years old): The subject fell asleep during a bus trip to his university on April 4, 2001. Being affected by SCP-7431, he manifests in the SCP-7431-1, in an area near the citadel, where he is quickly intercepted by 3 instances of SCP-7431-2-E. The subject is taken to an upper floor of the citadel, where he is chained and hung by his extremities while 2 instances of SCP-7431-2-E continuously punch his abdomen, which tears and recomposes with each blow. This process continues without any interruption for what the subject describes as "Months", until he awakens from the effects of SCP-7431. The subject has been amnested but continues to demonstrate symptoms of post-traumatic stress. Sophia Müller (31 years old) On December 2, 1994, the subject falls under the effects of SCP-7431 in the night, at her home. The subject manifests in the wasteland, where she manages to evade 6 instances of SCP-7431-2-E that hunt her continuously for a week. Finally, the subject succumbs due to lack of food and is taken to the citadel. The subject is submerged in a chamber completely flooded with instances of SCP-7431-2-B during an indetermined, but long period of time. The subject wakes up 30 minutes after entering the sleep period, writes a note for her boyfriend detailing the experience, and commits suicide by [REDACTED] Román Casati (26 years old) On January 2, 1989, the subject, who fell asleep during a party at a friend's house, is affected by SCP-7431 and appears inside the citadel, where he is quickly intercepted by an instance of SCP-7431-2-E, who goes on to squeeze him by the neck and lift him into the air. The instance begins a torture process in which it strangles the subject with his bare hands for two minutes, lets him breathe for 30 seconds, and then strangles him again, repeating the process. The subject describes the duration of the torture as "around two years", until he awakens from the effects of SCP-7431. After a suicide attempt, the subject is hospitalized. The subject has been amnesticized, but demonstrates symptoms of depressive disorder and masochist tendencies. Argentina, circa 1926 Designation: SCP-7431-2- ✶ Description: none Addendum 7431.2: Interview I'm attaching the following archive. Seems relevant. -Gordon. ROUTINE CONTROL 7431 DATE: [REDACTED] SUBJECT: 17 - Nicolas Thompson (Male, 23) Led by Doctor Neil Gordon [BEGIN LOG] INTERVIEWER: Ok, Nicolas. How are you? How have you been feeling? 17: As always doctor, tired. INTERVIEWER: Haven't you slept well these days? 17: I can't really sleep. Sometimes I'm so tired that I just fall asleep in place. But I always wake up very stressed, very agitated. I feel restless. INTERVIEWER: I see, so you still haven't been able to recover your usual sleep schedule? 17: Nah; Every night has been the same. I'm tired of rolling around on my mattress staring at the ceiling. (Silence) INTERVIEWER: Nicolas, you should know that you are safe with our professionals and that you can sleep peacefully. You are not in any danger. 17: It's easy for you to say. INTERVIEWER: Okay then. (Silence) INTERVIEWER: Alright. Did you stop taking Melatonin? 17: It only gives me more nightmares. I couldn't stop seeing the faces, woke up, wetted my bed. Covered in sweat. I stopped taking it. INTERVIEWER: Okay, let me write that down… You should have a talk with Doctor ████ about it. INTERVIEWER: Emotionally, do you feel better compared to our previous meetings? 17: I would feel better if I could rest. INTERVIEWER: So, same as always? 17: Uh, i wanted to talk about something with you. Something i just remembered, it makes me focus on something else. INTERVIEWER: Okay, explain yourself. 17: I remembered an incident, from 2 or 3 years ago, a classmate- INTERVIEWER: Yeah? 17: Well, I was in high school, one winter day. 17: Uh, we didn't have much to do. This girl was sleeping at her desk, in a corner- INTERVIEWER: Wait one sec- (Silence) INTERVIEWER: Alright go on 17: Then, after like, half an hour, I don't know… this girl jumps up, screaming, totally hysterical. She started banging her head non-stop against her desk, fell to the floor and began biting her forearms. INTERVIEWER: Is this true Nicolas? 17: Yeah, Yeah. So in response they jumped and grabbed her, the girl was bleeding everywhere. She started shouting nonsense, "I don't have legs" "I can't feel my arms" things like that. INTERVIEWER: Okay. What happened next? 17: Well, uh, they took her to an ambulance. Over time, we learned that the girl had schizophrenia. She used to draw or- write weird things in her notebooks, supossed things that didn't happened yet. So she was hospitalized and we never saw her again. INTERVIEWER: Do you know where they admitted her? 17: I have no idea. We were never close. INTERVIEWER: Okay. And why are you telling me this? (Silence) 17: Could it be that the she experienced the same thing i did? INTERVIEWER: I couldn't say with certainty, Nicolas. 17: Uhm INTERVIEWER: But thanks for the information, we'll take a look at her case, if it makes you feel better. Please, don't hide this type of stuff from us. INTERVIEWER: You can go back to your room if you want, we're done. 17: Wait- Doctor. INTERVIEWER: Yeah? 17: You said that if I didn't improve, they would try an experimental therapy on me. …. 17: But when exactly? I- 17: I just want sleep without being afraid. INTERVIEWER: Soon enough. (Silence) INTERVIEWER: Oh, Nicolas. 17: Yeah? INTERVIEWER: By any chance, who was the girl exactly? 17: Uhm, I think her name was Alice- 17: Alicia, sorry. (Silence) 17: She was an exchange student. South American. [END LOG] NOTE: Subject 17 presents symptoms typical of lack of sleep; constant tiredness, anxiety, he has stopped eating and has lost a lot of weight, his eyes have become swollen, all accompanied by general discomfort. He still cannot, nor he wants, to fall asleep. However, it seems that he still can provide relevant information, we will wait a bit more before carrying out the amenstization. I only request more clean sheets, they ran out. Or maybe a functional washing machine on site, it's not that hard. I will request an appointment with the research team supervisor to handle the possibility of contacting this girl Alice. Addendum 7431.3: Exploration attempts On ██/██/████, the SCP-7431 research team launched the ██████ project, with the goal of exploring and studying SCP-7431-1 in a controlled environment. For this, SCP-████, derived from the failed ████████ project, would be used. On ██/██/████, a class D subject was implanted with SCP ████, and based on the notes of Argentine artist ████████ ██████ ████████████, a series of specific conditions were put in place to trigger the effects of SCP-7431 in the subject. Despite the time difference that divides our plane of reality from SCP-7431-1, the constant communication of the class D subject describing his experiences in real time based on specifications and orders previously given by project researchers would serve for a greater understanding of the anomaly. Said temporal difference did not allow a real-time exchange with the subject. Advanced recording and editing technology allowed the creation of an understandable record of the subject's experiences. The difference was 35 minutes in the base reality, and 4 hours within SCP-7431-1. While the first exploration was considered a failure due to subject being captured by 2 instances of SCP-7431-2-E, at which point the individual's communication became purely erratic, the recovered material continues to be studied and will be taken taken into account for a second exploration already approved and scheduled for ██/██/████ The class D subject was amnesticized and is currently undergoing psychiatric treatment. EXPLORATION LOG DATE: ██/██/████ TEAM: D-21126 [BEGIN LOG] [ D-21126 regains consciousness within SCP-7431-1 ] D-21126: Uhm- D-21126: Yes, uh, i'm inside. D-21126: It's, uh, like… a desert. It's not very hot in here but there's lots of sand so- D-21126: I can see some branches in the distance, sticking out of the sand. I'll go check. [ 5 minutes from arrival ] D-21126: So, these weren't- shit… D-21126: Yeah, these were, uh, people. Arms, in the sand. I tried to remove one and it scratched me, but- D-21126: I wanted to describe the scratch, you told me to report that kind of things but- D-21126: No- I can't find the scratch, I don't see it. Maybe I imagined it? [ 26 minutes from arrival ] D-21126: Uh, do you copy me? There are- there are things walking here. Are these the same ones you described? Let me get closer… D-21126: Yes they are. SCP-7431-2-A: Est-Ce Que Tu Peux Me Voir? D-21126: What? SCP-7431-2-A: Je te vois. D-21126: He's talking in- Honestly i don't know what he's saying. D-21126: So, uh, he has no arms, his skin is very pale, it's like, very dry… D-21126: He's just, standing there, looking at me. You told me not to bother them, i think i'm going. There should be many more anyway, right? SCP-7431-2-A: Espèce de putain de cochon D-21126: He's still talking… SCP-7431-2-A: Enfoirée D-21126: Uh. [ 46 minutes from arrival ] D-21126: Yes, I see something in the distance. I'm still far away, but it's like… a building, or a tower, but it looks old. It's… all white, it has a dome at the top, emerald green. This thing is huge. D-21126: But there's also a- well- uh.. it's like.. D-21126: Yes, it's like a tower, it looks strange, crooked… but- D-21126: It's like, if I concentrate I can see the details, but when I stop focusing, it fades away, like a mirage… Anyway. I won't get close, I'll move around it, like you guys told me. [ 1 Hour and 38 minutes from arrival ] D-21126: It's starting to get dark. The sky…uh, there's no dusk, I mean, I don't see a sun setting anywhere. It's as if- the sky just turned off, to black. Before, the sky was white, like cloudy, although there are no clouds… now it's like, gray… [ 2 Hours and 25 minutes from arrival ] D-21126: So, I'm behind a rock, on a mound of sand. When it got dark, it was pitch black, no moon and no stars. I couldn't see my own nose and- D-21126: I saw a glow in the distance and approached it. I'm seeing it now, it's people, uh, set on fire, shit- D-21126: Yes, their whole bodies, set on fire. D-21126: There are about 9, or 10… some of them are, well, running, screaming, there's one rolling on the floor, this one doesn't move- but this other one, uh, this one looks like he's dancing. It doesn't seem like he's in pain, it's just like a choreography, he seems very calm. D-21126:..Fuck. [ 2 Hours and 43 minutes from arrival ] D-21126: Focus- Hello. Hello- Fuck, they- D-21126: Those- ugly things, they found me. D-21126: Two of them, as soon as they saw me, they ran at full speed towards me, I couldn't even stop to breathe. They're almost like giants- D-21126: I am hidden in a small sinkhole, almost like a cave. There are two more of these things, you know, the ones that can talk. They are standing still, looking at me, doing nothing. I'll try to stay here until they get tired of hunting me, if that at least happens. D-21126: Am I supposed to be asleep? I'm fucking tired… [ 2 Hours and 58 minutes from arrival ] SCP-7431-2-A (1): Deine Angst ist unsinnig D-21126: So.. fuck- I've been thinking- SCP-7431-2-A (1): Es ist nur ein kleiner Kratzer D-21126: It's a very big tower, up there. But there is one detail that- uhm- D-21126: There's this small detail that I noticed while I was watching it. I'm not an idiot, I think there are things about this place that you guys didn't tell me. SCP-7431-2-A (2): Huyeron desde el este para esconder este lugar entre las montañas. ¿Ahora vuelven arrastrándose? Son simples hipócritas. ¿Qué mas se puede esperar del vulgo? D-21126: The tower has a small decoration at the top. A little star, elongated, with 6 points. And I'm pretty sure I've seen it somewhere else. D-21126: In the- uh- “Drawings”, which you showed me as a guide. I saw it a couple of times, like- a crown, or like a halo, i don't remember very well. D-21126: Remember, like, a while ago? When I said there were no stars in the sky? SCP-7431-2-A (1): Wenn ich das gewusst hätte, hätte ich mich in die Zitadelle gestürzt. Was für ein Privileg. Was für ein Privileg. SCP-7431-2-A (1): Well, right now I'm looking at the sky, and- uh- I think I was wrong. There's one. It's the same, exact one. You guys should write that down somewhere. [ Pause ] D-21126: Anyway, maybe I'll get lucky. Maybe it won't be long until- SCP-7431-2-A (1): Die Kameradschaft ist angekommen. D-21126: What? No- [ D-21126 is intercepted by the 2 instances of SCP-7431-2-E, who attack him. The pain caused by the attack added to the desperation of the moment makes communication erratic and unintelligible. ] SCP-7431-2-A (2): Que Dios lo bendiga! [END LOG] Addendum 7431.4: Relevant Material The following is a fragment from a letter written by the Bulgarian Esotericist Artyom. Said fragment presents a description of SCP-7431. Circa 1852. My dear Irina. In my trips to the west, not the English west but the southern west, I was able to briefly coexist with the tribes who abound in the rocky mountain range that embraces Río de la Plata. Not very nice country, they use their farmers as hunting dogs against the Indigenous people, who hunt the farmers as well. But among all the barbarism, the mountain was a peaceful territory, although deadly cold. Thank God I was able to take my trusted translator to American soil to have a coherent introspection regarding a tribe who lived there. The group of, if I remember correctly, 60, or 70 villagers. They live in constant fear. More during the night. But it is not something that keeps them up at night because sleep itself is what terrifies them. They have cultivated a fruit, its origin or properties are a mystery to us. But it numbs the muscles and clouds the mind, without putting it to sleep. So they stay awake non-stop all day, every day. It is a curse that has plagued them for several generations. Not the generation that moved freely through the meadows, before the Spanish people, but before. Nor the generation that went through odysseys to reach the American continent, no, before. They were fugitives, who lived without identity and without hands. There was no work, no virtue, only pure submission. The punishment of their children were the visions, the forced visits to their original realm. The dream is the window to the underlying, but this place is not a reflection of any kind but rather a physical dimension not accessible to the rest, with its own time and its own laws. Laws and laws. Natural and man-made. But they are not men. They are also afraid of the stars, they rest in cloth tents so as not to see the sky. My dear, a Monarch is not a monarch without two things, material influence and psychic influence. He who lacks those two things will become an Ozimandias. Perhaps that abomination that moves through the heads of the innocent already haves said knowledge. It is not a dream that belongs to man, it is not an interpretation of our perspective, but a window. It is perhaps that thing that dreams of us, and molds us in the image and likeness of its fantasies, the dream of which we are its ideal subjects, to pray for the inmortality of it's Kingdom. So that it can survive through our memories, reliving the same barbarism cyclically. Meanwhile, I m happy knowing that I can sleep in peace. Dream in peace. I will see you in my dreams. -Artyom +Update 7431 - Close On ██/██/████, the Foundation made contact with the Westin Hills psychiatric hospital, located in ██████, with the objective of establishing contact with subject Alicia Duarte, 23 years old, who would have been hospitalized for 3 years and 6 months. However, the Foundation was notified of her disappearance, which had occurred 2 days before. As seen in the security camera record, at 2:16 AM, Alicia would have fled, evading security, to finally jump out a window and run away, getting lost in the woods adjacent to the asylum facilities. After a subsequent search, only the girl's clothes were found, thrown inside a burrow in a secluded area of the nearby forest. Among the recovered materials, only a couple of meaningless writings of little relevance were found. Alicia Duarte, as of the date of writing this document, is still missing and being searched by local authorities. The recovery of a supposed document written by the subject is considered a high priority for the study of SCP-7431. +Relevant, recovered materials - Close . ."Casa" (Date unknown) Footnotes 1. It is believed that the individual was able to calculate this time using the day and night cycles within SCP-7431-1 2. This is believed to be due to physical trauma caused by SCP-7431-2-B
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SCP-7431-1 illustrated by ████████ ██████ ████████████, Argentina, 1926. Item #: SCP-7431 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7431, being spontaneous, cannot be systematically contained through the means available to the Foundation. Its containment must be carried out through identification and intervention in cases related to it. Any records or information that describes SCP-7431-1 must be censored/deleted. Records of a historical nature are considered of greater relevance and must be confiscated for study. SCP-7431 victims must be immediately detained for interrogation and subsequent amnesticization. Depending on the level at which they were affected by the anomaly, the prescription of anxiolytics or psychiatric treatments is recommended for greater cooperation and a more efficient study of the anomaly. Description: SCP-7431 is a phenomenon that occurs spontaneously and that, at the time of writing this article, has affected approximately 4% of the world's population. This phenomenon causes a sudden state of comatose and uninterrupted sleep in individuals who suffer from it. The duration of the process can vary from 20 minutes to 7 hours, and ends with the individual waking up due to natural causes. This sleep state cannot be interrupted in any way through external factors and all attempts to interrupt this cycle have failed, including methods such as overexposure of the patient to various stimuli as well as the infliction of extreme pain. Approximately 78% of Recorded cases of SCP-7431 develop various anxiety and depression disorders in the time after the event, the most common being schizoid personality disorder and paranoid personality disorder as well as a tendency to self-flagellation. SCP-7431-1 is a metaphysical escape attested by victims of SCP-7431. All information regarding SCP-7431-1 comes from the various testimonies of SCP-7431 victims and from various historical records recovered mainly from European and pre-Columbian sources dating from between the 15th and 17th centuries. The possible relation with the anomaly remains under study. The exact size, properties, origin, or functioning of this space is still under study. General information confirms the existence of a primarily humanoid sub-society, based on hierarchies, extremely hostile and highly volatile. Veneration towards violent ritualistic acts predominates as a cultural constant within this society, leading to acts of torture, excision, and devouring subjected to human individuals who arrive at SCP-7431-1 by its inhabitants. SCP-7431-1 has a property that causes beings who arrive due to SCP-7431 to constantly regenerate their body matter and living tissue, making them virtually indestructible to any damage, or at least, preventing the possibility of death for any subject within the escape. This should be considered a negative factor, since the exposure of individuals to multiple methods of torture without the possibility of dying due to the injuries results in extreme emotional distress and the development of mental disorders in said individuals. The flow of time within SCP-7431-1 also appears to be different from that of the base reality. Individuals who appear to have been in the effects of SCP-7431 for only a short period of time testify to having spent longer periods of time inside the escape. Being the longest time inside ever recorded, according to one subject, of 6 years. Three relevant locations have been identified within the escape: Wasteland: Considerably vast desert that extends for kilometers around the center of SCP-7431-1. It appears to be non-Euclidean in nature, and is normally saturated with humans in perpetual starvation due to the lack of resources. Citadel: Massive structure, similar to the Panopticon, a design ideated by Jeremy Bentham towards the end of the 18th century. It appears to be a center for the highest hierarchies within SCP-7431-1, and is where torture and punishment activities towards humans within the escape are carried out. Tower: Structure that sits on top of the citadel. It contains, according to certain sources, an entity inside. No further information is available. SCP-7431-2 is the collective designation for the multiple entities and beings that inhabit SCP-7431-1, whether native to it or not. Addendum 7431.1: List of known SCP-7431-2 instances A B C D E ✶ Artistic representation of SCP-7431-2-A. Found in The Andes mountains, date undetermined. Designation: SCP-7431-2-A Description: Sentient humanoid entities that roam the wastelands of SCP-7431-1. Its anatomy is characterized by the absence of reproductive organs and any type of body orifice. Testimonies also affirm the absence of certain organs, limbs or other parts of the body. These absences seem to vary depending on the instance. The presence of a single eye of disproportionate size in relation to the size of the skull predominates in all instances. Instances of SCP-7431-2-A move in groups, wandering aimlessly and erratically. Certain witnesses claim to have heard these entities producing vocalizations in different known languages, which are mostly described as short, unintelligible, or mere words without any relationship between them. These vocalizations have been recorded, based on various witnesses and translators, in Portuguese, Russian, English, Spanish, French, Guaraní, Aymara, German, and Mocovi. SCP-7431-2-B. Drawn by German biologist ██████ ████ Designation: SCP-7431-2-B Description: Invertebrate creatures similar to river leeches, with a mass twice the size. They are described with human mouths and dentures. Being carnivorous, scavenger creatures, the younger instances feed on tunnels made in the flesh of the prey by the older instances, feeding mainly on fat and cartilage. Once they grow, their jaws finish developing, allowing them to tear and crush the meat effectively. Designation: SCP-7431-2-C Description: Decapitated heads, usually in groups, impaled on stakes around all of SCP-7431-1. Possessing the quality of regeneration of living tissue, they are constantly consumed by instances of SCP-7431-2-B, who will also form small colonies inside them. They are conscious and can communicate through an indeterminate psychic capacity. Instances of SCP-7431-2-C will normally attempt to attract other humans through calls for help, screams of pain, or mere manipulation, persuading them to attempt to remove them from the stake on which they are impaled. The moment a human makes physical contact with any of these instances, he or she will automatically change places with it, becoming impaled while the previous instance awakens from the effects of SCP-7431. Relevant Encounter/s: Jessica Maertens (19 years old) is affected by SCP-7431 after deciding to take a short sleep on the afternoon of May 9, 2007. After arriving at SCP-7431-1, the subject overcomes the shock and decides to explore the wasteland. After some time, she encounters an instance of SCP-7431-2-C. The subject, as expected, reacts with desperation and fear. After realizing her presence, the instance begins to communicate with the subject, calming her and persuading her to come closer. At that moment, the instance tries to convince the subject to remove it from the stake, arguing that it is the only way it has to return to the real world. After considering it for a couple of minutes, the subject makes physical contact with the instance. The subject replaces the instance, her body de-manifests and her head becomes impaled on the stake. After approximately a year and a half in that state1, already converted into a colony for SCP-7431-2-B, the subject spots a pre-adolescent boy exploring the surroundings. After persuading him to remove her from the stake in the same way, the boy makes physical contact and the subject wakes up in the real world, where barely 20 minutes had passed. In a violent state of ecstasy, the subject runs to the kitchen of her home and attempts to impale 2 kitchen knives in her ears2. While being detained by her parents, who were present at home, the subject ends up hitting her head multiple times against a piece of furniture, and ends up being hospitalized. Already admitted to the hospital, the subject would narrate her experience inside SCP-7431-1 to her psychologist, before commiting suicide on May 11, 2011. SCP-7431-2-D Designation: SCP-7431-2-D Description: Massive entity, with resemblance to a human fetus with notable malformations. It emits a powerful glow and is usually found anchored to the cornice of the citadel. Based on the collection of various testimonies, a cultural practice is reported in which SCP-74312-D is unmoored to wander, floating, above the wasteland for an indeterminate time, to then return and rest on the citadel again. SCP-7431-2-D produces a powerful memetic effect when viewed directly, in which any individual who maintains eye contact for more than 5 seconds will suffer complete spontaneous combustion. Said fire is of an anomalous nature and cannot be extinguished by any means available within SCP-7431-1. Although this effect would be considered fatal, since humans within the escape possess the quality of regeneration of living tissue, combustion in individuals usually occurs constantly and permanently until the state of sleep is abandoned. Relevant Encounter/s: ██████ ███████ (53-years-old),a 17th century French philosopher, would come into contact with SCP-7431-1 at an undetermined date and time. The subject would explore the wasteland for 4 days before witnessing SCP-7431-2-D and going into a combust state. It is theorized that the individual spent 8 months in that state before awakening from the effects of SCP-7431. The subject would end up drawing a representation of SCP-7431-2-D in his diary before publicly committing suicide in Place ██████████████ Designation: SCP-7431-2-E Description: Race of humanoid beings native to SCP-7431-1. Described as being around two and a half meters in size. They have disproportionate strength despite having a muscular system similar to that of a human. Extremely violent beings who are dedicated to the systematic torture of humans within the escape. They usually move through the wasteland in search of new subjects, to then transfer them to the citadel, where they subject them to various methods of torture both through the use of machinery within the structure or through the use of brute force. Relevant Encounter/s: Nicolas Thompson (23 years old): The subject fell asleep during a bus trip to his university on April 4, 2001. Being affected by SCP-7431, he manifests in the SCP-7431-1, in an area near the citadel, where he is quickly intercepted by 3 instances of SCP-7431-2-E. The subject is taken to an upper floor of the citadel, where he is chained and hung by his extremities while 2 instances of SCP-7431-2-E continuously punch his abdomen, which tears and recomposes with each blow. This process continues without any interruption for what the subject describes as "Months", until he awakens from the effects of SCP-7431. The subject has been amnested but continues to demonstrate symptoms of post-traumatic stress. Sophia Müller (31 years old) On December 2, 1994, the subject falls under the effects of SCP-7431 in the night, at her home. The subject manifests in the wasteland, where she manages to evade 6 instances of SCP-7431-2-E that hunt her continuously for a week. Finally, the subject succumbs due to lack of food and is taken to the citadel. The subject is submerged in a chamber completely flooded with instances of SCP-7431-2-B during an indetermined, but long period of time. The subject wakes up 30 minutes after entering the sleep period, writes a note for her boyfriend detailing the experience, and commits suicide by [REDACTED] Román Casati (26 years old) On January 2, 1989, the subject, who fell asleep during a party at a friend's house, is affected by SCP-7431 and appears inside the citadel, where he is quickly intercepted by an instance of SCP-7431-2-E, who goes on to squeeze him by the neck and lift him into the air. The instance begins a torture process in which it strangles the subject with his bare hands for two minutes, lets him breathe for 30 seconds, and then strangles him again, repeating the process. The subject describes the duration of the torture as "around two years", until he awakens from the effects of SCP-7431. After a suicide attempt, the subject is hospitalized. The subject has been amnesticized, but demonstrates symptoms of depressive disorder and masochist tendencies. Argentina, circa 1926 Designation: SCP-7431-2- ✶ Description: none Addendum 7431.2: Interview I'm attaching the following archive. Seems relevant. -Gordon. ROUTINE CONTROL 7431 DATE: [REDACTED] SUBJECT: 17 - Nicolas Thompson (Male, 23) Led by Doctor Neil Gordon [BEGIN LOG] INTERVIEWER: Ok, Nicolas. How are you? How have you been feeling? 17: As always doctor, tired. INTERVIEWER: Haven't you slept well these days? 17: I can't really sleep. Sometimes I'm so tired that I just fall asleep in place. But I always wake up very stressed, very agitated. I feel restless. INTERVIEWER: I see, so you still haven't been able to recover your usual sleep schedule? 17: Nah; Every night has been the same. I'm tired of rolling around on my mattress staring at the ceiling. (Silence) INTERVIEWER: Nicolas, you should know that you are safe with our professionals and that you can sleep peacefully. You are not in any danger. 17: It's easy for you to say. INTERVIEWER: Okay then. (Silence) INTERVIEWER: Alright. Did you stop taking Melatonin? 17: It only gives me more nightmares. I couldn't stop seeing the faces, woke up, wetted my bed. Covered in sweat. I stopped taking it. INTERVIEWER: Okay, let me write that down… You should have a talk with Doctor ████ about it. INTERVIEWER: Emotionally, do you feel better compared to our previous meetings? 17: I would feel better if I could rest. INTERVIEWER: So, same as always? 17: Uh, i wanted to talk about something with you. Something i just remembered, it makes me focus on something else. INTERVIEWER: Okay, explain yourself. 17: I remembered an incident, from 2 or 3 years ago, a classmate- INTERVIEWER: Yeah? 17: Well, I was in high school, one winter day. 17: Uh, we didn't have much to do. This girl was sleeping at her desk, in a corner- INTERVIEWER: Wait one sec- (Silence) INTERVIEWER: Alright go on 17: Then, after like, half an hour, I don't know… this girl jumps up, screaming, totally hysterical. She started banging her head non-stop against her desk, fell to the floor and began biting her forearms. INTERVIEWER: Is this true Nicolas? 17: Yeah, Yeah. So in response they jumped and grabbed her, the girl was bleeding everywhere. She started shouting nonsense, "I don't have legs" "I can't feel my arms" things like that. INTERVIEWER: Okay. What happened next? 17: Well, uh, they took her to an ambulance. Over time, we learned that the girl had schizophrenia. She used to draw or- write weird things in her notebooks, supossed things that didn't happened yet. So she was hospitalized and we never saw her again. INTERVIEWER: Do you know where they admitted her? 17: I have no idea. We were never close. INTERVIEWER: Okay. And why are you telling me this? (Silence) 17: Could it be that the she experienced the same thing i did? INTERVIEWER: I couldn't say with certainty, Nicolas. 17: Uhm INTERVIEWER: But thanks for the information, we'll take a look at her case, if it makes you feel better. Please, don't hide this type of stuff from us. INTERVIEWER: You can go back to your room if you want, we're done. 17: Wait- Doctor. INTERVIEWER: Yeah? 17: You said that if I didn't improve, they would try an experimental therapy on me. …. 17: But when exactly? I- 17: I just want sleep without being afraid. INTERVIEWER: Soon enough. (Silence) INTERVIEWER: Oh, Nicolas. 17: Yeah? INTERVIEWER: By any chance, who was the girl exactly? 17: Uhm, I think her name was Alice- 17: Alicia, sorry. (Silence) 17: She was an exchange student. South American. [END LOG] NOTE: Subject 17 presents symptoms typical of lack of sleep; constant tiredness, anxiety, he has stopped eating and has lost a lot of weight, his eyes have become swollen, all accompanied by general discomfort. He still cannot, nor he wants, to fall asleep. However, it seems that he still can provide relevant information, we will wait a bit more before carrying out the amenstization. I only request more clean sheets, they ran out. Or maybe a functional washing machine on site, it's not that hard. I will request an appointment with the research team supervisor to handle the possibility of contacting this girl Alice. Addendum 7431.3: Exploration attempts On ██/██/████, the SCP-7431 research team launched the ██████ project, with the goal of exploring and studying SCP-7431-1 in a controlled environment. For this, SCP-████, derived from the failed ████████ project, would be used. On ██/██/████, a class D subject was implanted with SCP ████, and based on the notes of Argentine artist ████████ ██████ ████████████, a series of specific conditions were put in place to trigger the effects of SCP-7431 in the subject. Despite the time difference that divides our plane of reality from SCP-7431-1, the constant communication of the class D subject describing his experiences in real time based on specifications and orders previously given by project researchers would serve for a greater understanding of the anomaly. Said temporal difference did not allow a real-time exchange with the subject. Advanced recording and editing technology allowed the creation of an understandable record of the subject's experiences. The difference was 35 minutes in the base reality, and 4 hours within SCP-7431-1. While the first exploration was considered a failure due to subject being captured by 2 instances of SCP-7431-2-E, at which point the individual's communication became purely erratic, the recovered material continues to be studied and will be taken taken into account for a second exploration already approved and scheduled for ██/██/████ The class D subject was amnesticized and is currently undergoing psychiatric treatment. EXPLORATION LOG DATE: ██/██/████ TEAM: D-21126 [BEGIN LOG] [ D-21126 regains consciousness within SCP-7431-1 ] D-21126: Uhm- D-21126: Yes, uh, i'm inside. D-21126: It's, uh, like… a desert. It's not very hot in here but there's lots of sand so- D-21126: I can see some branches in the distance, sticking out of the sand. I'll go check. [ 5 minutes from arrival ] D-21126: So, these weren't- shit… D-21126: Yeah, these were, uh, people. Arms, in the sand. I tried to remove one and it scratched me, but- D-21126: I wanted to describe the scratch, you told me to report that kind of things but- D-21126: No- I can't find the scratch, I don't see it. Maybe I imagined it? [ 26 minutes from arrival ] D-21126: Uh, do you copy me? There are- there are things walking here. Are these the same ones you described? Let me get closer… D-21126: Yes they are. SCP-7431-2-A: Est-Ce Que Tu Peux Me Voir? D-21126: What? SCP-7431-2-A: Je te vois. D-21126: He's talking in- Honestly i don't know what he's saying. D-21126: So, uh, he has no arms, his skin is very pale, it's like, very dry… D-21126: He's just, standing there, looking at me. You told me not to bother them, i think i'm going. There should be many more anyway, right? SCP-7431-2-A: Espèce de putain de cochon D-21126: He's still talking… SCP-7431-2-A: Enfoirée D-21126: Uh. [ 46 minutes from arrival ] D-21126: Yes, I see something in the distance. I'm still far away, but it's like… a building, or a tower, but it looks old. It's… all white, it has a dome at the top, emerald green. This thing is huge. D-21126: But there's also a- well- uh.. it's like.. D-21126: Yes, it's like a tower, it looks strange, crooked… but- D-21126: It's like, if I concentrate I can see the details, but when I stop focusing, it fades away, like a mirage… Anyway. I won't get close, I'll move around it, like you guys told me. [ 1 Hour and 38 minutes from arrival ] D-21126: It's starting to get dark. The sky…uh, there's no dusk, I mean, I don't see a sun setting anywhere. It's as if- the sky just turned off, to black. Before, the sky was white, like cloudy, although there are no clouds… now it's like, gray… [ 2 Hours and 25 minutes from arrival ] D-21126: So, I'm behind a rock, on a mound of sand. When it got dark, it was pitch black, no moon and no stars. I couldn't see my own nose and- D-21126: I saw a glow in the distance and approached it. I'm seeing it now, it's people, uh, set on fire, shit- D-21126: Yes, their whole bodies, set on fire. D-21126: There are about 9, or 10… some of them are, well, running, screaming, there's one rolling on the floor, this one doesn't move- but this other one, uh, this one looks like he's dancing. It doesn't seem like he's in pain, it's just like a choreography, he seems very calm. D-21126:..Fuck. [ 2 Hours and 43 minutes from arrival ] D-21126: Focus- Hello. Hello- Fuck, they- D-21126: Those- ugly things, they found me. D-21126: Two of them, as soon as they saw me, they ran at full speed towards me, I couldn't even stop to breathe. They're almost like giants- D-21126: I am hidden in a small sinkhole, almost like a cave. There are two more of these things, you know, the ones that can talk. They are standing still, looking at me, doing nothing. I'll try to stay here until they get tired of hunting me, if that at least happens. D-21126: Am I supposed to be asleep? I'm fucking tired… [ 2 Hours and 58 minutes from arrival ] SCP-7431-2-A (1): Deine Angst ist unsinnig D-21126: So.. fuck- I've been thinking- SCP-7431-2-A (1): Es ist nur ein kleiner Kratzer D-21126: It's a very big tower, up there. But there is one detail that- uhm- D-21126: There's this small detail that I noticed while I was watching it. I'm not an idiot, I think there are things about this place that you guys didn't tell me. SCP-7431-2-A (2): Huyeron desde el este para esconder este lugar entre las montañas. ¿Ahora vuelven arrastrándose? Son simples hipócritas. ¿Qué mas se puede esperar del vulgo? D-21126: The tower has a small decoration at the top. A little star, elongated, with 6 points. And I'm pretty sure I've seen it somewhere else. D-21126: In the- uh- “Drawings”, which you showed me as a guide. I saw it a couple of times, like- a crown, or like a halo, i don't remember very well. D-21126: Remember, like, a while ago? When I said there were no stars in the sky? SCP-7431-2-A (1): Wenn ich das gewusst hätte, hätte ich mich in die Zitadelle gestürzt. Was für ein Privileg. Was für ein Privileg. SCP-7431-2-A (1): Well, right now I'm looking at the sky, and- uh- I think I was wrong. There's one. It's the same, exact one. You guys should write that down somewhere. [ Pause ] D-21126: Anyway, maybe I'll get lucky. Maybe it won't be long until- SCP-7431-2-A (1): Die Kameradschaft ist angekommen. D-21126: What? No- [ D-21126 is intercepted by the 2 instances of SCP-7431-2-E, who attack him. The pain caused by the attack added to the desperation of the moment makes communication erratic and unintelligible. ] SCP-7431-2-A (2): Que Dios lo bendiga! [END LOG] Addendum 7431.4: Relevant Material The following is a fragment from a letter written by the Bulgarian Esotericist Artyom. Said fragment presents a description of SCP-7431. Circa 1852. My dear Irina. In my trips to the west, not the English west but the southern west, I was able to briefly coexist with the tribes who abound in the rocky mountain range that embraces Río de la Plata. Not very nice country, they use their farmers as hunting dogs against the Indigenous people, who hunt the farmers as well. But among all the barbarism, the mountain was a peaceful territory, although deadly cold. Thank God I was able to take my trusted translator to American soil to have a coherent introspection regarding a tribe who lived there. The group of, if I remember correctly, 60, or 70 villagers. They live in constant fear. More during the night. But it is not something that keeps them up at night because sleep itself is what terrifies them. They have cultivated a fruit, its origin or properties are a mystery to us. But it numbs the muscles and clouds the mind, without putting it to sleep. So they stay awake non-stop all day, every day. It is a curse that has plagued them for several generations. Not the generation that moved freely through the meadows, before the Spanish people, but before. Nor the generation that went through odysseys to reach the American continent, no, before. They were fugitives, who lived without identity and without hands. There was no work, no virtue, only pure submission. The punishment of their children were the visions, the forced visits to their original realm. The dream is the window to the underlying, but this place is not a reflection of any kind but rather a physical dimension not accessible to the rest, with its own time and its own laws. Laws and laws. Natural and man-made. But they are not men. They are also afraid of the stars, they rest in cloth tents so as not to see the sky. My dear, a Monarch is not a monarch without two things, material influence and psychic influence. He who lacks those two things will become an Ozimandias. Perhaps that abomination that moves through the heads of the innocent already haves said knowledge. It is not a dream that belongs to man, it is not an interpretation of our perspective, but a window. It is perhaps that thing that dreams of us, and molds us in the image and likeness of its fantasies, the dream of which we are its ideal subjects, to pray for the inmortality of it's Kingdom. So that it can survive through our memories, reliving the same barbarism cyclically. Meanwhile, I m happy knowing that I can sleep in peace. Dream in peace. I will see you in my dreams. -Artyom +Update 7431 - Close On ██/██/████, the Foundation made contact with the Westin Hills psychiatric hospital, located in ██████, with the objective of establishing contact with subject Alicia Duarte, 23 years old, who would have been hospitalized for 3 years and 6 months. However, the Foundation was notified of her disappearance, which had occurred 2 days before. As seen in the security camera record, at 2:16 AM, Alicia would have fled, evading security, to finally jump out a window and run away, getting lost in the woods adjacent to the asylum facilities. After a subsequent search, only the girl's clothes were found, thrown inside a burrow in a secluded area of the nearby forest. Among the recovered materials, only a couple of meaningless writings of little relevance were found. Alicia Duarte, as of the date of writing this document, is still missing and being searched by local authorities. The recovery of a supposed document written by the subject is considered a high priority for the study of SCP-7431. +Relevant, recovered materials - Close . ."Casa" (Date unknown) Footnotes 1. It is believed that the individual was able to calculate this time using the day and night cycles within SCP-7431-1 2. This is believed to be due to physical trauma caused by SCP-7431-2-B
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padding: 2vw; } SCP-7432 Safe Class / Level Three / TL-7432 Special Containment Procedures SCP-7432 must not be removed from 17 Cromwell Street, London until the Foundation of TL-7432 does so independently. The discovery of SCP-7432 on September 9, 1999, must not be averted or delayed. SCP-7432 must be present at Site-115 on February 26, 2188, alongside SCP-23049 (of TL-7432), which must undergo an Oblique Event on that day.1 Chronology Department personnel must avoid and avert any actions or events which may significantly alter these events. The annual documentation of SCP-7432 must be regularly reviewed to identify unexpected historic alterations. A temporal tracking device must be incorporated into every spatial tracking device the Foundation of TL-7432 attaches to SCP-7432. The temporal tracker attached to SCP-7432 on February 26, 2188, must be Model XRTD-MCD/IV, regardless of inferiority and/or redundancy. The whenabouts of SCP-7432 must be constantly monitored to ensure the item is returned to TL-7432 by February 26, 2188. Further containment procedures enacted by the Foundation of TL-7432, varying by era, are available on request and must be complied with. Description SCP-7432 is a small trapezoidal keystone approximately 15 centimetres in height, 11 to 16 centimetres in width and depth, and weighing 7 kilograms. The item appears to be comprised entirely of granite; due to its secondary anomalous function, samples cannot be safely obtained to confirm this and/or discern the origin of the granite. The front face of SCP-7432 is engraved with a triskelion,2 surrounded by a ring of glyphs of unknown origin. The primary anomalous property of SCP-7432 manifests when it is held against, or used as, the keystone of an arched doorway with a functional door. If a subject touches SCP-7432 while imagining a desired location, the opened door will lead directly to the location; the only known limitation to potential destinations is that they must possess at least the same three spatial dimensions as baseline reality. SCP-7432 can otherwise be used to access any cognisable location, including alternate time periods and timelines, altered states of reality, and locations with subjective correlation to concepts.3 The secondary, passive property of SCP-7432 is its central role in a temporal loop, present only in TL-7432 and thus serving as the timeline’s distinguishing feature: February 26, 1606: SCP-7432 manifests in a delivery of stone in the Cromwell Street construction yard, resulting in its misuse as the keystone for 17 Cromwell Street, London’s front entrance. The error is not corrected. September 9, 1999: Resident Adam Loe returns to 17 Cromwell Street intoxicated; he accidentally triggers the item, transporting himself to his hometown of Bingara, Australia. SCP-7432 is subsequently discovered by the Foundation, relocated to Site-115 for containment, and replaced with a non-anomalous replica. February 26, 2188: SCP-23049, while stored at Site-115, undergoes its 9th Oblique Event, coincidentally displacing SCP-7432 to the year 1606 under the exact circumstances of its manifestation. As a result of this, SCP-7432 is never physically created, possesses no discernible origin, and undergoes no permanent alterations across the entirety of its functionally-infinite existence; investigating Chronology Department personnel suggest this lattermost aspect may be due to an unrecognised regenerative property, however testing cannot be conducted to confirm this due to the potential creation of a temporal paradox. Addenda Containment Failure An unknown influence is causing SCP-7432 to demanifest from TL-7432 on March 12, 2009, preventing the temporal loop from being resolved. However, TL-7432 is not undergoing an expected total temporal collapse; the events of February 26, 1606, through to March 12, 2009, continue unaltered, including the paradoxical existence of SCP-7432.4 Following the demanifestation of SCP-7432, TL-7432 is spontaneously replaced by an unidentified, metastable branch timeline designated TL-7432-!. The temporal tracker of SCP-7432 is transmitting from within TL-7432-!, suggesting that SCP-7432 is remanifesting in a potentially recoverable state. Task Force Ora-4 is being dispatched to recover SCP-7432 if able, and document the contents of TL-7432-!. Footnotes 1. For further information on Oblique Events, see: SCP-23049 (TL-7432). 2. A Neolithic symbol of uncertain origin, consisting of three interconnected spirals. 3. E.g. ‘somewhere I can be happy’ may lead the subject to a location containing elements they will perceive as enjoyable. 4. As SCP-7432 cannot be displaced from February 26, 2188, it cannot manifest on February 26, 1606, and thus logically should not exist at all. Page 2 >> J is for "Jetsam" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub L is for "Lamentations" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7432" by Jack Ike, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7432. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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Date: Feb. 10, 1994 Interviewer: Dr. Cassidy Clanger Interviewee: Ms. Dahlia Soros [PARTIAL TRANSCRIPT BEGIN] Dr. Clanger: […] That should be all, Mrs. Soros. Thank you again for your time. Ms. Soros: No, no, none on me. At my age, my two best friends are Pat Sajak and Bob Barker. It's nice to have someone who responds to me. Dr. Clanger: If you have any questions, call my number. [Dr. Clanger takes out a small notepad and a pen and begins writing.] Consider this a token of gratitude for the interview. Ms. Soros: Oh, you- [Ms. Soros pauses. Dr. Clanger finishes her note.] Dr. Clanger: I may not respond within the hour, but I'll make time to get back to you. I always return a fa- Ms. Soros: You. Dr. Clanger: Pardon, Mrs. Soros? Ms. Soros: Why can't I… place you… Dr. Clanger: Forgive me, Mrs. Soros, you might be confusing- Ms. Soros: No, no, I'm sorry. You- you look like someone I knew a long time ago. Dr. Clanger: … tell me more. Ms. Soros: She was so pretty, just like you. She had these eyes you could stare at for hours. You could fall into them like dark pools. She never looked back at you, though. Dr. Clanger: Was she a companion of yours? Ms. Soros: She came a few times. I guess she liked me well enough. She gazed out the window while I made her soup. She told me about an Irish boy she loved. [Mrs. Soros' eyes widen.] Eva McDoyle! You look just like her… I'm sorry. Dr. Clanger: Don't apologize, Mrs. Soros; it's no concern. Ms. Soros: She… she died in '34. Was it a Wednesday or a Thursday? She got into trouble. The law caught up to her. Dr. Clanger: That's terrible. I'm sorry for your loss. Ms. Soros: It's alright. I got to meet her one last time after. [Dr. Clanger grabs a notepad and pen once more.] Dr. Clanger: After she passed? Ms. Soros: … Did you say "passed"? Dr. Clanger: Yes, passed. I… sorry, I must have misheard you. Ms. Soros: Don't worry. All I mean is that we had a brief goodbye. She came to the house and said farewell; she gazed at the dark woods behind the house. She left before I could say something other than "goodbye." That was the last time I saw her before she died. Dr. Clanger: … Mrs. Soros, when did Ms. McDoyle die? [PARTIAL TRANSCRIPT END] The only known photograph of Ms. Eva McDoyle. Item #: SCP-7433 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the anomaly's localized nature, HMCL supervisor Dr. Cassidy Clanger has implemented low-priority disinformation protocols regarding SCP-7433: all references to SCP-7433's survival after her murder should be discredited as myths. Documentation regarding SCP-7433 should be transferred to Site-44's Archival Wing. The whereabouts of Ms. Eva McDoyle are unknown. Description: SCP-7433 is Eva McDoyle, an American chorus girl and wanted murderer. According to written accounts in newspapers, police reports, and Ms. McDoyle’s tombstone, SCP-7433 was shot by local police from Raywood, Arkansas, on March 1st, 1934, at 2:53 AM. See the following extract, taken from the local Arkansas Advance newspaper on the day of SCP-7433's death, provided by the Department of Mythology and Folkloristics: TWISTED TWIRLY SHOT BY POLICE This morning, the former star performed her last dance. After two months on the run from law enforcement, the brave men from little old Raywood took down Eva McDoyle, killer of bank teller Jacob Carlyle and perpetrator of numerous assaults, robberies, and murders. Fearful Arkansans from Fayetteville to Fort Smith spotted the larger-than-life outlaw, known for her vicious attacks with farming tools. The woman skewered poor Carlyle, her fiancé, with a pitchfork. Now Arkansas may fear no more: the criminal fell face-first onto the Raywood dirt with four holes in her back. "Folks can stop with the reports now," police commissioner David Querel told reporters. "Any minute spent on this dead case is one not spent on live crime." Raywood police spotted a man wearing an Irish cap and overalls having a one-to-one with the killer before dashing into the night. Knowledgeable citizens are encouraged to pitch in any tidbits they may have about this person. Ms. McDoyle died at the scene. Despite this, all oral testimony attests to SCP-7433 surviving past this date; Raywood citizens insist Ms. McDoyle died of pneumonia on May 13th, 1944. They do not acknowledge the contradiction between the two supposed deaths. Dr. Cassidy Clanger inadvertently discovered SCP-7433 while investigating another anomaly in the area. After preliminary examinations of other Raywood citizens, Dr. Clanger organized several interviews regarding SCP-7433 with relevant individuals. Addendum 7433-1: Interviews Date: Feb. 16, 1994 Interviewer: Dr. Cassidy Clanger Interviewee: Mr. David Querel [BEGIN] Mr. Querel: Twirly? That's a name I haven't heard in fifty years. [laughs] You got a hunch or something? An explanation? Corruption scandal? If this is televised, I want to know what I'm getting into.1 Dr. Clanger: In reality, sir, I have more questions than answers. Of course, we know about her murder spree, but- [Mr. Querel cackles.] Dr. Clanger: I'm sorry? Mr. Querel: Sorry, ma'am, I just… most folks know nothing about this girl. Zip. The mouthbreathers of Arkansas couldn't tell a perpetrator from a crop cultivator. They attributed any old thing to the girl. And if she did hurt a farmer or two, it was probably in self-defense. But, the public loved a fiery female. [Mr. Querel sighs.] Mr. Querel: But what do I know? That was all outside my jurisdiction. I'm reporting what I heard, is all. Her reputation surpassed her actions. God knows jack happens in Raywood. Dr. Clanger: Am I led to believe she didn't skewer her partner with a pitchfork? Mr. Querel: … As far as I know, that happened. Maybe not with the gruesome motion picture details, but it happened, body and all. Folks probably conflated that murder with all the others happening then. The boys figured it was a standard case: man goes downtown with another girl, partner gets suspicious, blam. But we never found a motive. Just a paper note in a pool of blood. Dr. Clanger: What did the note say? Mr. Querel: Completely illegible. Dr. Clanger: Well, why did you kill her if you thought she was largely framed? Mr. Querel: I never said she was innocent. Just know we did what we had to do. It was public hysteria, ma'am. In the public's eyes, an accusation was as concrete as cold evidence. They would've killed her if not for us. If you ask me… we put her out of her misery. Imagine her, cold and hungry and barely scraping by with the help of ignorant or benevolent strangers. Poor Twirly. Dr. Clanger: Did you see her after the shoot-out? [Mr. Querel stares at Dr. Clanger.] Mr. Querel: … Why, yes. Yes, I did. She crept beneath the shadows of the buildings across the station. I don't think she remembered where she was going. She tried to keep out of our sight, but I saw her anyway. Clear as a spring morning. She kept her eyes away from mine, but I ran up and grabbed her by the collar. Twirly looked dirtier than a pair of farmer's shoes. I just stared at her with my mouth open, but the only words came out of her mouth: "Where's Dolly?" And somehow, all I could do was point her in the right direction. Dr. Clanger: Ms. Soros? Mr. Querel: Yes, if that's her name. That was before Twirly died of pneumonia. I do not know how many more she saw. [END] Date: Feb. 17, 1994 Interviewer: Dr. Cassidy Clanger Interviewee: Mrs. Angela Rosa [BEGIN] Mrs. Rosa: Eva McDoyle? You conjure memories sweet and sour, Mrs. Clanger. Dr. Clanger: How did you know her? Mrs. Rosa: She visited a few times. Always grateful for my food, which I can't say for other people here. [Mrs. Rosa laughs.] Dr. Clanger: She was a regular, then. Mrs. Rosa: Eva was consistent. At three in the morning, I would see a figure creeping among our crops, keeping a low profile. I knew that was her. I could never let her in by day; my husband would kill me. [laughs] She always creaked open the door and scanned the kitchen for people, but it was always me in the corner. She would eat my Mole de Olla and stare into the bowl. I offered her to dance because I knew she could, but she never took me up on it. Her eyes… looked like black stones in the snow. You cannot dance without looking at the eyes. Dr. Clanger: Did you know anyone else who knew her? Mrs. Rosa: You know Dolly, yes? Dr. Clanger: I met her a couple of days ago. Mrs. Rosa: She is so nice, no? Dr. Clanger: I don't know her personally, but I enjoyed our time. She seemed rather lonely. Mrs. Rosa: We were all so lonely in those times: so wrapped up in ourselves and our conditions. I ran a flower shop back then. Have you ever thought about how much work goes into a flower shop? Dr. Clanger: A lot of work, presumably. Mrs. Rosa: My husband fertilized the fields; I fertilized the flowers. But I think Eva gave relief from that. I had so few people to really talk to. Eva gave me company, even if she didn't stay for long. Dr. Clanger: Did you know what she had done? Mrs. Rosa: At first, I feared her. Mama always told me legends as a girl about la Llorona, and I think those bedside stories rubbed off on me as I aged. The story varied so much over time; it seemed like that woman was guilty of everything. But there was more behind the myths than the younger me thought. A person can be scary and sympathetic. Eva scared everyone, and everyone cared for Eva. Dr. Clanger: When was the last time you saw her? Mrs. Rosa: She came to my house at the usual time, maybe 1944. I asked who she had visited. Dolly, Old Benny, Ruth, me. Except for Dolly and me, everyone has moved on to another world. But she had one more person to visit. Dr. Clanger: A man? Mrs. Rosa: … A man. [END] Date: Feb. 20, 1994 Interviewer: Dr. Cassidy Clanger Interviewee: Mr. Charles Walsh [BEGIN] [Dr. Clanger walks into Mr. Walsh's room. Mr. Walsh looks up from reading a newspaper and quickly rises from his seat.] Dr. Clanger: I apologize if I startled you. Mr. Walsh: No… I'm sorry, you just… Dr. Clanger: Look like someone you knew? Mr. Walsh: Yes. How did you know? Dr. Clanger: I want to ask you about Eva McDoyle. Mr. Walsh: Look I'm… I'm sorry, but I can't do this right now. I know we scheduled and all, but- Dr. Clanger: It's perfectly fine. We can talk at a better time. I can give you my number. [Dr. Clanger begins pulling out a notepad.] Mr. Walsh: Wait, wait. I can do this. What do you want to know? Dr. Clanger: Is that your hat on the wall? [Dr. Clanger gestures to a flat cap hanging on an adjacent wall. Mr. Walsh turns to the cap] Mr. Walsh: So long ago… Dr. Clanger: Mr. Walsh, what were you doing on March 1st, 1934? Mr. Walsh: Listen. We had met before. Of course, Ev had met with everybody, but we saw each other more often than anyone. You wouldn't believe the number of times she slept in my attic. The times we shared our meager foods and ate off the same small plate. She talked to me about her life. I guess we had something in common. Dr. Clanger: Did she talk about what she had done? Mr. Walsh: She felt as if she were shrouded in an opaque black fog of grief and regret. She didn't know why she killed Jacob, but she knew she hurt many innocent people. A string of blood, Ev said. She just wanted to live normally again, without a tabloid name. Without the cloud of crimes she committed… and those she hadn't. Dr. Clanger: She could never live normally, though. Mr. Walsh: When the voice of Commissioner Querel echoed in the street, Ev pulled me aside on the sidewalk. She couldn't stop glancing at the street corner. She told me that everything would be okay; that life would go on just as normal the next night. She looked over her shoulder and saw the shadows closing in. She faced away from me and yelled "Run!" Dr. Clanger: You ran. Mr. Walsh: And the next night… nothing changed. And it was natural. Nothing to question. We would continue seeing each other for the next ten years. Dr. Clanger: Until she said goodbye. [Mr. Walsh rubs his eyes.] Mr. Walsh: Ev pushes the door open and embraces me. I try to console her: I stroke her hair and rock her, but she won't stop crying. I ask her the problem. And for the first time… for the first time, she looks at me. Her eyes can't look at anything but me. I fall into the inky waters of her eyes and sink into the abyss. Monsters fill the abyss, but a hole shines at the bottom, like a photonegative of her eyes. I fall through the hole. She says that she loves me. Dr. Clanger: That she loves you? Mr. Walsh: That she loves me. Dr. Clanger: And what does she really say? Mr. Walsh: … She says, "I have to go." [The clocks strike. A gust of wind fills the room.] Dr. Clanger: How do you know she died of pneumonia? Mr. Walsh: I told people that. But I don't know if she is dead at all. [END] Addendum 7433-2: Incident On March 1st, 1994, a Foundation webcrawler noted a reference to anomalous phenomena on a cemetery interment database. A response team rushed to the Raywood Baptist Church Cemetery. They found the gravestone of Mr. Charles Walsh, who had died eight days prior. Mr. Walsh's flat cap laid against the stone; a small note sat inside the cap. Rain rendered the note illegible. Footnotes 1. Dr. Clanger had informed Mr. Querel that she intended to use her research into Ms. McDoyle for a true crime television special. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7433" by Dudley Threatt, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7433. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-7434 By: NDHeckfire Published on 10 May 2023 13:51 ▷ Show Code ◁ △ Hide Code △ @import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:wght@600;700&display=swap); /* Centered Header Sigma * [2021 Wikidot Component] * By Lt Flops (CC BY-SA 3.0) * Forked from: * Penumbra Theme by EstrellaYoshte * Also based on: * Centered Header BHL by Woedenaz **/ /* ---- VARS ---- */ :root{ --titleColor: hsl(0, 0%, 95%); --subtitleColor: hsl(60, 62%, 85%); --lgurl: url(https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/component:pride-highlighter/lgbtqp_logo.svg); } /* ---- SITE BANNER ---- */ #header, div#header{ background-image: none; } #header::before{ position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; content: ""; background-image: var(--lgurl); background-position: center top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: auto 9em; opacity: .33; } #header h1, #header h2{ float: none; margin-left: 0; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span{ /* Hide the Existing Text */ display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before{ /* Style the New Text */ font-family: "Montserrat", "Arial", sans-serif; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 a::before{ position: relative; bottom: .15em; color: var(--titleColor); font-size: 115%; font-weight: 700; } #header h2::before{ position: relative; top: .1em; color: var(--subtitleColor); font-size: 130%; font-weight: 600; } #header h1 a::before{ /* Set the New Text's Content From Variable */ content: var(--header-title, "SCP FOUNDATION"); } #header h2::before{ content: var(--header-subtitle, "SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT"); } /* ---- SEARCH ---- */ #search-top-box{ top: 1em; right: 0; } #search-top-box-form input.button{ margin-right: 0; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus{ border-radius: 0; box-shadow: none; font-size: 100%; } /* ---- TOP BAR ---- */ #top-bar{ right: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #top-bar ul li ul{ border-bottom: 1px solid hsl(0, 0%, 40%); box-shadow: none; } /* ---- LOGIN ---- */ #login-status{ top: 1.1em; right: initial; color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); } #account-topbutton{ border-color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); font-size: 100%; } /* ---- PAGE TITLE ---- */ .meta-title, #page-title{ text-align: center; } /* ---- BREADCRUMBS ---- */ .pseudocrumbs, #breadcrumbs{ text-align: center; } /* ---- MOBILE DISPLAY ---- */ @media (max-width: 767px){ #search-top-box{ top: 1.85em; width: unset; } .mobile-top-bar{ position: relative; left: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #login-status{ top: 0; right: 0; } #header .printuser{ font-size: 0; } #header .printuser img.small{ margin: 0; transform: translate(6px, 4px); } #my-account{ display: none; } #account-topbutton{ margin-left: 2px; } } NDHeckfire SCP-7434 - Connoisseur of Comfort More by NDHeckfire! Item#: SCP-7434 Level1 Containment Class: chelovek Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-400 Director Adam Desmond Agent Muchina Tantei N/A Special Containment Procedures:1 By order of the Department of Human Resources, Ms. Lauraine is to avoid (if possible) from interacting with individuals who possess a CRV lower than 15 (see below). A group of selected security personnel has been assigned to her in order to enforce this. Description: SCP-7434 is the designation given to an as-of-yet unknown anomaly currently affecting Consulting Advisor Ms. Madisyn "Maddy" Lauraine, the deputy representative for the Ethics Committee, currently stationed at Site-400. She is an adult female of indeterminate descent, weight, and height, having green eyes and ginger hair. Prolonged observation has revealed that SCP-7434 seems to somehow be able to alter a number of Foundation personnel's perception of Ms. Lauraine. It appears that whenever they are in the presence of Ms. Lauraine, these personnel express feelings of increased affection and endearment towards the individual in question. As a result, they would often infantilize Ms. Lauraine, calling her inappropriate pet names such as "cutie" and "little lady". It's important to note that individuals who possess a Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV) of over 15 is immune to SCP-7434's effects. As such, investigation into the exact nature of SCP-7434 is currently being headed by Junior Agent Muchina Tantei (CRV=21.5), detective for the Department of Human Resources: Internal Investigation Division. Addendum 7434-1, HR Intervention: Following SCP-7434's discovery and assessment of properties, the Department of Human Resources offered Ms. Lauraine a retransferral of her duties to another Foundation facility, one whose majority of personnel possesses a CRV of over 15. However, Ms. Lauraine refused the offer, stating that SCP-7434 does not bother her enough to disrupt her duties at Site-400. Addendum 7434-2, Site Director's Involvement: Audio Log 7434/936-SD Date: 26/09/2017 Location: The front desk of Site Director Desmond's office Personnel Present: Assistant Director Benjamin Moore Agent Muchina Tantei Foreword: I think it's worth mentioning here that Assistant Moore has a CRV of 13, thus making him susceptible to SCP-7434's effects. — Agent Tantei <BEGIN LOG> Asst. Dir. Moore: Please leave. Agt. Tantei: I will, after I get to speak with the Director. Asst. Dir. Moore: For the last time, I'm sure if you e-mailed him on SCiP.Net, he'll get back to you as soon- Agt. Tantei: I want to speak with him in person. Asst. Dir. Moore: And like I said before, Director Desmond is busy at the moment, and won't be able to see anyone right now. Agt. Tantei: His office's lights aren't even turned on. The bastard's probably taking a nap on his couch for all I know. Asst. Dir. Moore: (clears his throat) Please refrain from insulting Director Desmond. And for the lights, that's nothing to be suspicious of. He… just likes working in the dark. I think. Agt. Tantei: Saying that he's not in his office would've been a better excuse, you know that? Asst. Dir. Moore: Well, that just would not be… entirely true. What do you want with him anyway? I thought I already put up a notice at the door saying all inquiries to Director Desmond should go through me. Did you not bloody read it? Agt. Tantei: Out of sight, out of mind. Asst. Dir. Moore: You suck, you know that? Agt. Tantei: Look, this is a matter of utmost importance to the Department of Human Resources. I need to speak to the Director immediately. Asst. Dir. Moore: Is this about that one scip with Maddy? 7434, I believe? I thought you lot already got your ConProcs set up for it. Gotta say, that shit caused one hell of a paperwork nightmare having to assign a bunch of guards to a c- Agt. Tantei: Maddy? Might I remind you, Assistant Moore, that she is Miss Lauraine to you. After all, the Ethics Committee is only second to the Overseer Council. Maintain some respect. Asst. Dir. Moore: Right, right yeah, sure. Sorry. (chuckles) "Miss Lauraine". When did she ever get a full n- Agt. Tantei: Back to the topic at hand, since I can't see Director Desmond for whatever reason, maybe you can give me some insight on this case. Asst. Dir. Moore: I don't know, mate. You kinda took most of your appointment time- Agt. Tantei: Apologies for being blunt here, but during the span of my investigation, it just seems that the Adminstration and Oversight Section, seemingly along with the Director's office, can't seem to care about Miss Lauraine's situation in the slightest. Am I wrong? Asst. Dir. Moore: (sighs deeply) Agt. Tantei: Everything relating to either Miss Lauraine or SCP-7434, the HR Department has to deal with, even the creation of the scip file itself. And Administration can't seem to be bothered with properly giving disciplinary action to personnel found to be harassing Miss Lauraine. It's like you're all part of this huge cover-up that, for some reason, relies on not dealing with SCP-7434. Asst. Dir. Moore: Harassing's a strong word, but I suppose you lot would see it that way. Look, there is no cover-up, alright? 400's too weird to have anything going on behind the scenes. Besides, 7434 is an anomaly, no? Why would we punish people who're most likely under the effects of an anomaly? Agt. Tantei: Uh, well… SCP-7434 is an unknown anomaly, so there might be a small chance that- Asst. Dir. Moore: Look, mate, I think you gotta understand something here. You're neither the first nor the only person to ask about the thing with Miss Lauraine. You wanna know what I tell'em every time they ask me this? "Just roll with it. Because even if you told it straight to those lots' faces, they wouldn't care". Agt. Tantei: (clears throat) Regardless, I'm going to get to the bottom of this. You'll see. Asst. Dir. Moore: Oh my God, you know what? I sincerely hope you do. Maybe then you'll stop yapping on about how some of us aren't doing our jobs, eh? Agt. Tantei: I did not say that! <END LOG> Addendum 7434-3: During the span of Ms. Lauraine's allocation to Site-400, Foundation personnel have reported some unusual behaviour surrounding some of Ms. Lauraine's actions. From those reports, these behaviours include: refusal to use proper cutlery when eating food. refusal to open doors, often asking her assigned escort to do it for her. entering and immediately exiting various rooms for no apparent reason. easily getting distracted by the appearance of small insects, especially roaches and houseflies. On the 26th of September, 2017, these reports were brought up by Agent Tantei to Ms. Lauraine, when the former met the latter by chance in Site-400's main cafeteria. However, before he was able to get a complete explanation, Ms. Lauraine quickly stated that she needed to "do urgent business outdoors" and bolted out of the cafeteria. Addendum 7434-4, Memetic Research Report: Audio Log 7434/530-MR Date: 27/09/2017 Location: Site-400's Memetic Research Lab Personnel Present: Dr. Kyran Kelly Agent Muchina Tantei Foreword: Two days prior, I requested Dr. Kyran Kelly (aka Head of the Department of Memetic and Countermemetic Research, aka the person with the most highest CRV in 400) to do a memetic screening on SCP-7434, and see if xey can give me a clue on what it actually is. — Agent Tantei <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Kelly: There's nothing. Agt. Tantei: What? Dr. Kelly: Why're you surprised? I texted that to you an hour ago before you got here. Agt. Tantei: That can't be right. You sure you tried everything? Dr. Kelly: Pretty sure I did. Whatever the anomaly is, it sure as hell ain't memetic. Agt. Tantei: Who did you test it on? Dr. Kelly: Like you said, I did it with guys with a CRV less than fifteen. All of them got negative results on any sort of memetic influence. Agt. Tantei: Did you alter the results in any way? Dr. Kelly: Dude. Agt. Tantei: Right, sorry. Just making sure. (sighs) How about antimemetic properties? Maybe it just wants us to think that it's not memetic. Dr. Kelly: I can look into it, but I doubt there'd be anything. Even memes that are actually antimemes give off some results. In this case, there's nada. Agt. Tantei: You deal with semiohazards too, right? And infohazards? Maybe SCP-7434 is something like- Dr. Kelly: You're pushing your luck, man, 'cause I don't know what else to tell ya. Either the anomaly isn't even memetic in the first place, or something else is making people act like Miss Lauraine's a pet they can play with. Agt. Tantei: Any personal theories? I'm more or less leaning towards conspiratorial cover-ups at the moment. Dr. Kelly: Eh, don't think that's entirely it. 400's too weird to have anything going on behind the scenes. Though, I did find it unusual that Miss Lauraine would deny the offer HR gave her. She told you anything about that? Agt. Tantei: Hm? Dr. Kelly: You talked with Miss Lauraine, right? Did she tell you why she denied the offer from HR? Agt. Tantei: Oh, haven't done the interview with her. Not yet. Dr. Kelly: What? Agt. Tantei: You look upset. Dr. Kelly: You didn't talk with the single individual who is literally the central component of an anomaly? Who exactly is the detective here?! Agt. Tantei: Hey, watch it! I'm doing what's called the Shelby-Chappell investigation method. Look it up. Dr. Kelly: The one where the detective interviews the most likely suspect last? Agt. Tantei: Exactly. That way, the points taken from previous interviews with the other people would connect on their own when the main suspect gives their take on the case. Dr. Kelly: That's stupid, but whatever you say, man. Agt. Tantei: Besides, I did talk with Ms. Lauraine a little bit… unofficially. I asked her about the reports people have been filing on her "unusual behaviour". Dr. Kelly: Oh yeah, I heard about that from a friend of mine. Said that she… doesn't like opening doors or something? Wait, maybe I heard it wrong. Agt. Tantei: Stress, probably. I'd imagine having people all over your grill can't be a pleasant experience. (pauses) Y'know, I've been curious. Do you happen to know what Ms. Lauraine's CRV is? Dr. Kelly: Right, about that. I was also curious 'cause, well, I thought it might connect to how the anomaly works. But for some reason the Ethics Committee's records on her personnel profile didn't have anything on it. They tested her with pretty basic memetic human cognition screening, but the results just showed blank. Agt. Tantei: That can't be right. If I learned anything from the Investigating Internal Affairs seminar, it's that everybody in the Foundation has a CRV record. Even the Overseers. Dr. Kelly: True. Well, except for Professor Kain Pathos Crow. He was a special case. Agt. Tantei: Why? Dr. Kelly: He's a dog. FYI, animals naturally don't have CRV. Agt. Tantei: The Foundation employs animals? Dr. Kelly: Employed. Dogs don't live very long. Agt. Tantei: Damn. You couldn't have made that less depressing? Dr. Kelly: I say what I say. Agt. Tantei: We're getting sidetracked. (sighs) The Committee not recordkeeping Miss Lauraine's CRV is certainly suspicious, and it just seems like they're in on this too, whatever this is. What does it all mean? Dr. Kelly: Well, you might've known if you had thought for a second and actually talked with Miss Lauraine. Probably wouldn't need to waste my time helping with your case. Agt. Tantei: Alright, alright! Jeez. Let that go, will ya? I'll do it tomorrow. Keep up the whiney talk and I might not credit you when I crack this thing wide open and become a Silver Star medalist. Dr. Kelly: To be honest, I wouldn't care either way. <END LOG> Addendum 7434-5, Unanticipated Phenomenon: On the 27th of September, 2017, Ms. Lauraine was suddenly rushed to Site-400's Health and Pathological Infirmary by her assigned escorts after her colleagues were playfully brushing Ms. Lauraine's hair and found that some strands of hair had stuck to their hands. Dr. Vivaca Lisette, who was the only on-duty physician at the time, was ordered to conduct a medical examination on Ms. Lauraine and to report any sort of irregularity that would explain her spontaneous hair loss. Dr. Lisette at first refused to do so, citing that it would be "a waste of everyone's time". After being informed that failure to do so would result in subsequent disciplinary action (on account of not abiding her superior's orders for no logical reason), Dr. Lisette eventually capitulated and reluctantly conducted the examination. Following a few minutes, Dr. Lisette discharged Ms. Lauraine from the infirmary and reported to the escorts that what Ms. Lauraine experienced was completely natural and that "there's no need for anyone to make a fuss". When inquired if it was a unique medical condition that affected Ms. Lauraine, Dr. Lisette disaffirmed this, saying that her shedding condition is normal, especially in the autumn season for "domestic indoor types such as [Ms. Lauraine]". Dr. Lisette was promptly given a verbal warning for describing Ms. Lauraine in such inappropriate terms. Addendum 7434-6, Final Interview: Audio Log 7434/925-OC Date: 28/09/2017 Location: Site-400's outdoor courtyard Personnel Present: Ms. Madisyn Lauraine Agent Muchina Tantei Foreword: N/A <BEGIN LOG> Sounds of footsteps crunching on top of leaves. Agt. Tantei: Weird place to do an interview, eh, miss? Ms. Lauraine: Well, you said I could choose. Haven't been outside in a while so, y'know, thought this could be a good chance to catch some fresh air. Agt. Tantei: Of course, of course. Wait, didn't you already go outside… when we met in the cafeteria- Ms. Lauraine: Ah, no, well… I didn't have the chance to enjoy the scenery and such 'cause, y'know what I mean. Agt. Tantei: S-sure. Uhh, do we start now or…? Ms. Lauraine: You already got your recording thingamajig on, so why not? Agt. Tantei: Good point. So, something that's been on my mind lately is, why exactly did you refuse the offer Human Resources gave you? Y'know, the one about transferring Sites? Ms. Lauraine: Ugh, are those guys still holding up about that for some reason? Like I said in the file, the SCP, uhh… Sorry, what slot did it- Agt. Tantei: SCP-7434. Ms. Lauraine: Ah, yes. Like I said, I just thought 7434 didn't bother me enough to make me quit working here. I don't know why, but this place just feels special, y'know? Like, it's too weird to have anything going on behind the scenes. Agt. Tantei: I… see. But surely it would be extremely uncomfortable for you, to get unwillingly coddled all the time and be called unsavoury nicknames- Ms. Lauraine: Oh please. It's fun to be doted on and spoiled once in a while, don't you think? Besides, I don't really mind them doing all that. And if it ever gets unbearable, I could just scratch their eyes out, yeah? Agt. Tantei: I, uhh, suppose? Ms. Lauraine: See? You get it. Agt. Tantei: Another thing… about the reports I mentioned during our brief exchange in the cafeteria, was hoping you could give some insight on that? Ms. Lauraine: Right right. Well, how do I explain it? At times I get these impulses and urges that I can't seem to control. Like when I see a roach, I just feel the need to- Agt. Tantei: Ah, okay. Say no more, miss. I understand. Footsteps halt. The whistling of wind is now audible. Ms. Lauraine: Look there, in the distance. Do you see it? Agt. Tantei: A… tree? Ms. Lauraine: It's a sessile oak tree, by the looks of it. I heard it was planted way before even the Site got built and established. Agt. Tantei: Huh, okay. Ms. Lauraine: I've always been curious about the birds that sometimes perch up there. Agt. Tantei: What's that, miss? Ms. Lauraine: Nothing. Agt. Tantei: (coughs) What's the place behind it? Looks kinda overgrown compared to here. Ms. Lauraine: Think they're planning on making it the on-site cemetery. It's gonna be a place for burying the anomalous folks they got here. Did you know, when they die, their decaying flesh is categorised as Esoteric Waste? So they're thinking it would be a big risk if it was buried alongside regular corpses. (sighs) If I remember your HR profile correctly, this is your first assignment, right, Agent? Agt. Tantei: I… Yeah, it is. Ms. Lauraine: (chuckles) Why do you look upset? C'mon, relax. I would never expect you to be less incompetent if it wasn't. Let's take a seat. My feet are killing me. Agt. Tantei: I think I saw a bench back where we left the Site. Sounds of footsteps continue. After a few minutes, they halt, followed by slight rustling. Ms. Lauraine: Prefer to stand? Agt. Tantei: Uhh, yeah. Ms. Lauraine: Suit yourself. Several seconds of silence. Ms. Lauraine: (clears throat) We're still in the interview, right? Agt. Tantei: Oh, uh, yeah. On second thought, I think… I think we can end it here. Ms. Lauraine: What, really? But you only asked me two questions, no? You sure about this? Agt. Tantei: Yeah… After thinking a bit, there's not much to ask now to be honest. Besides, you seem fine enough with how people have been treating you, so there's not really much of a point to do this whole thing. Uh, don't worry though. I'll talk with Human Resources and convince them about this. Ms. Lauraine: That's reassuring to hear. Agt. Tantei: Oh, one more thing before I forget. Do you mind if I take your photo? Ms. Lauraine: Hm? What for? Agt. Tantei: For the duration of the investigation, I actually need to take photographs for evidence and record keeping purposes. Y'know, just in case something happens and all that. I only got the camera working today so I was hoping you would be- Ms. Lauraine: Ah, I see. Yeah, sure. Feel free. Do I need to pose for it or…? Agt. Tantei: No no, this is fine. Uhh… cheese? Sound of camera shuttering, and the white of the polaroid photo being processed. Agt. Tantei: There we go. Ms. Lauraine: Can I see? Agt. Tantei: Sure. Oh, wait… Looks like your eyes were closed. Uh, do you wanna redo it? I'm fine if- Ms. Lauraine: Nah. This is perfect. You'll be putting it in the file, right? Agt. Tantei: Definitely. <END LOG> Addendum 7434-7, Containment Class Reclassification: On the 29th of September, 2017, Agent Muchina Tantei officially closed his investigation into the SCP-7434 case, and proclaimed that no further action is deemed necessary to be taken by the Department of Human Resources. Site-400's administration was ultimately given permission to draft their own version of SCP-7434's containment procedures, with oversight from Ms. Lauraine herself. As such, the Chelovek-class was removed, and SCP-7434 was redesignated as Safe. Its main file will be updated accordingly. Open File Photo? Close File Photo? Ms. Lauraine in Site-400's courtyard. Photo taken by Agent Tantei. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7434" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7434. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: Lauraine.jpg Name: Kitten On A Bench Looking At Me Author DanaTentis License: CC0 Public Domain Source Link: Pixabay Footnotes 1. Chelovek: The anomaly is currently under the scrutiny of the Human Resources Department.
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Item#: 7435 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-7435 instance Item #: SCP-7435 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7435 instances are to be contained in a specialized biodome, 30 meters across and 10 meters tall, built at its original location near █████, New Hampshire. The biodome for SCP-7435 is to be equipped with an air filter system and a roof that lets UV light in, making it a suitable place for SCP-7435's growth. A Syrphidae1 colony, overseen by the Foundation and unable to reproduce, is to be used for regulated pollination. Constant monitoring of the biodome is to be carried out through a variety of sensors, all under Foundation personnel supervision. To ensure site security and restrict unauthorized entry, a controlled perimeter is to be implemented, extending 100 meters from the site boundary. This perimeter is to be defined by fencing, equipped with fabricated biohazard warning signs, to act as an effective deterrent. Personnel entering the biodome are required to wear protective suits with enhanced filtration to safeguard against SCP-7435-1. Should any individual be exposed to SCP-7435-1, they are to be administered a Class-B amnestic immediately following the onset of cognitive alterations characteristic of the initial stage of the third phase of post-exposure syndrome. To conduct research on SCP-7435, approval from at least two Level 4 staff members is needed beforehand. Description: SCP-7435 refers to an anomalous subspecies of the plant Caltha palustris2. This subspecies is differentiated from its non-anomalous counterpart by its unique pollen, designated SCP-7435-1, which exhibits a grayish-blue hue under a microscope. Morphologically, SCP-7435 specimens typically measure 10–30 cm in height and weigh approximately 5–9 grams, closely resembling standard Caltha palustris in appearance, with rounded green leaves and bright yellow flowers. SCP-7435 is endemic to the area it is located in, which is █████, New Hampshire. The anomalous effects manifest when a subject inhales SCP-7435-1. The progression of post-SCP-7435-1 exposure sickness is divided into three distinct stages: Stage 1 Stage 1 Initial exposure to SCP-7435-1 leads to symptoms akin to a severe allergic reaction, lasting approximately 48 hours. These symptoms include rhinitis, conjunctivitis, and, in some cases, asthma-like respiratory distress. Stage 2 Stage 2 Following this period, individuals exposed to SCP-7435-1, henceforth referred to as SCP-7435-2, experience a secondary phase characterized by acute retrograde amnesia. During this phase, lasting approximately 8 hours, SCP-7435-2 subjects lose all personal memories, though their procedural and semantic memory faculties remain intact. This results in significant identity disturbance, as subjects are unable to recall personal information such as their name, personal history, and relationships. During this phase, the subjects remain in a catatonic state. Stage 3 Stage 3 The third and final stage of post-exposure to SCP-7435-1 is characterized by a rapid3 and agonizing cognitive shift4 in subjects designated SCP-7435-2. During this phase, these subjects acquire an entire set of memories belonging to another individual, often located in close vicinity to the SCP-7435-2 instance. The memory transfer is so complete that the affected individuals firmly believe they are the person from whom the memories originated, resulting in significant psychological turmoil. Predominantly, SCP-7435-2 subjects develop an overriding urge to locate and eliminate the person whose memories they have received, labeling them as a 'duplicate.' Following the successful elimination of this perceived 'duplicate' and the subsequent interment of their remains, SCP-7435-2 subjects experience [DATA EXPUNGED], leading to a permanent morphological change where they assume the physical form of the memory source. This alteration is non-reversible. Following these events, SCP-7435-2 instances seamlessly integrate into the family unit of the memory donor, exhibiting behavior indistinguishable from the original individual. This undetectable substitution allows the instance to effectively replace the victim without arousing suspicion from other family members. Research has indicated that the administration of Class-B amnestics offers a viable remediation for the effects of SCP-7435-1. Class-B amnestics are known for erasing the most recently formed memories first, and it has been observed that the anomalous memories induced by SCP-7435-1 do not follow a standard distribution pattern, instead centering around the initial moment of memory implantation. Consequently, the targeted application of Class-B amnestics5 effectively nullifies these implanted memories, but the previous memories can't be restored with current technology. SCP-7435 was identified on May 25th, 20██, after a pattern of missing persons and peculiar behavior in a community near SCP-7435's location. Local reports from the hospital and law enforcement of sudden amnesia and catatonia6, along with frequent running away from the hospital by patients with these symptoms prompted a Foundation investigation, leading to the discovery of SCP-7435 instances at a nearby field. This was linked to the anomalous incidents. All persons involved were amnesticized, and people living in close proximity to SCP-7435's location were rehoused and amnesticized, as per standard procedures. The field was tested and showed no anomalous properties. Addendum 7435-A Interview with an SCP-7435-2 instance Interviewed: D-9273, now designated SCP-7435-2 Interviewer: Dr. ████ Foreword: The subject, a D-Class personnel, was exposed to SCP-7435-1 and is currently in the late second phase of its effects. The subject displays confusion and a lack of memory regarding their past, consistent with the effects of SCP-7435-1 exposure. <Begin Log, 10:45 AM> Dr. ████: Good morning SCP-7435-2. Could you describe your current state of well-being? SCP-7435-2: Where am I!? This doesn't make any sense. I don't know this place. Dr. ████: Can you recall anything about your experience after encountering SCP-7435-1? SCP-7435-2: I don’t remember anything! Why can't I remember!? SCP-7435-2 becomes more agitated. Security guards intervene and administer sedatives to ensure the safety of all parties. SCP-7435-2 calms down. Dr. ████: We administered sedatives to ensure everyone's safety, including yours. It's a standard procedure when someone shows signs of agitation. SCP-7435-2: I'm sorry, I just… I felt really scared and confused. Dr. ████: Are you able to recall any aspects of your identity or past events? SCP-7435-2: No, it's just empty. Nothing about who I am. Dr. ████: What is your assessment of your current situation? SCP-7435-2: It's disorienting. I don't understand what's happening.. Dr. ████: Since awakening here, have you experienced any unusual compulsions or urges? SCP-7435-2: No. Dr. ████: Are there any physical discomforts or abnormalities you're experiencing? SCP-7435-2: Nothing physical. Dr. ████: Thank you for your cooperation. We will provide assistance to help you navigate through this. <End Log, 11:02 AM> Closing Statement: The morning after the interview, SCP-7435-2 entered Stage 3 of the post-SCP-7435-1 exposure sickness. The subject became agitated and attempted to escape containment, resulting in self-harm and subsequent death due to head injuries. Enhanced containment and constant surveillance are advised for all SCP-7435-2 instances to prevent similar events. Addendum 7435-B Neurological progression during the cognitive shift Average neurological progression during Stage 3 of post-SCP-7435-1 exposure sickness: 0:00: Transition begins. Subject is asymptomatic. 1:42: Increased hippocampal activity; end of retrograde amnesia. 5:01: Prefrontal cortex activity rises, affecting personality and decision-making. 6:39: Subject experiences extreme pain, marking stage 3 onset. 7:50: Temporal lobe activity spikes, indicating external memory integration commencement. 10:42: Temporal lobes reach peak activity, signifying intense memory integration phase. 12:20: Elevated synaptic plasticity, suggesting significant neural reorganization for memory integration. 15:07: Behavioral changes align with new memories, despite persistent pain. 18:43: Temporal lobe activity normalizes; pain reduction begins. 21:02: Synaptic plasticity decreases, signaling the end of neural reorganization. 23:59: Subject fully adopts implanted identity, with pain subsiding. 25:00: Neurological state stabilizes, indicating complete identity integration and pain cessation. Footnotes 1. Commonly known as hoverfly 2. Commonly known as marsh marigold. 3. Duration is approximately 25 minutes. 4. Refer to Addendum 7435-B for detailed observations. 5. They should be administered right after the stage 3 cog. shift, as stated in the special containment procedures 6. Hospital records showed that as many as 56 people were admitted with these symptoms. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7435" by anguished2k, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7435. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: MarshMar Name: Marsh Marigold (Caltha palustris) Author: Phil Sellens License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://flic.kr/p/9vWjA7
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Item #: SCP-7436 Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-7436's nature, containment is not currently known to be possible. Discussion of possible SCP-7436 instances on online forums or social media is to be monitored and discredited when necessary. Surviving individuals subject to SCP-7436 instances are to be interviewed and amnesticized as per standard protocol. Research into the source and any possible preventative measures of SCP-7436 is ongoing. Foundation employees located within continental United States and Canada who are involved in a possible SCP-7436 event are strongly encouraged to remain in their current location and avoid interacting with any possible anomalous entities to reduce likelihood of injury or death. Description: SCP-7436 is an ongoing series of phone calls received in the continental United States and Canada between the hours of 09:00 PM to 04:00 AM. The contents of these calls vary, though they are typically regarded as highly unusual or distressing by their recipients. Additionally, SCP-7436 is capable of impersonating individuals its target is familiar with, and is seemingly aware of information these individuals and the target would be privy to. It is unknown how SCP-7436 'selects' a victim, though it has thus far only targeted individuals who are alone or among strangers. Individuals who engage with an SCP-7436 phone call will invariably trigger an SCP-7436 event, in which the call's recipient will become subject to a number of anomalous phenomena. This includes the manifestation of anomalous entities and objects, transportation to an extra-dimensional space and other apparent manipulation of reality. The goal of SCP-7436 and related entities appears to be to coax or otherwise remove its target from their initial space, after which they are typically injured or disappear. SCP-7436's general motivation and the fate of individuals who go missing as a result of SCP-7436 events are both unknown. **Addendum 7436.1:** **Addendum 7436.1:** The following is a log of notable SCP-7436 calls and their aftermaths. Note that the amount of available information varies from instance to instance, depending on whether the call's transcript and the victim could be recovered. When applicable, comments from surviving victims of SCP-7436 will be included. Instance: #03 Circumstances and description of call: The victim (John Kinkade, age 38) was staying in a hotel in New Glasgow, Nova Scotia. At approximately 9:40 PM, the victim received a phone call from an unknown individual, who was speaking nonsensically. ("He sounded like he was wasted. Was asking for directions… to the hotel, I think?") After approximately 30 seconds, the victim hung up. Description of event: Soon after hanging up, the victim reported hearing muffled breathing coming from outside the door. The victim then investigated. ("I opened the door but didn't see anyone. I leaned out, saw someone down the hall turning the corner quickly. Would've followed and given 'em what for, but I noticed that something was up with the wall. It looked different.") The victim exited his room briefly, before returning and attempting to sleep. ("The breathing came back, and it kept me up the whole time. I would've normally done something, but something was telling me that going out was a horrible idea.") Roughly 2 hours later, the breathing ceased, signaling the end of the SCP-7436 event. Analysis of material on the victim's shoe yielded a combination of human blood, saliva1 and various forms of alcohol. Instance: #18 Circumstances and transcript of call: The victim (Erin Baskin, age 55) was in her home in Madison, Wisconsin, when she received a call on her landline at 02:01 AM. The victim reported the caller's voice to be somewhat similar to that of her husband. [Begin transcript] Baskin: Hello? SCP-7436: [Silence] Baskin: …Hel- SCP-7436: Erin, come outside. Baskin: Matt? where are you? SCP-7436: I went for a drive and got lost… come let me in. Baskin: What? a drive? SCP-7436: I think- (Unintelligible) being followed. Baskin: Alright, I'm coming. Baskin: Jesus, why were you out so late? It's two in the morning. SCP-7436: …Morning. [End transcript] Description of event: After finishing the call, the victim walked to her window, attempting to see her husband outside. ("When I looked out the window, the sky looked like it was broad daylight. It was midnight, it should've been pitch black.") This lasted for several seconds before abruptly returning to a state of darkness. The victim then observed an entity resembling her husband, though with the notable lack of a mouth, standing outside. ("It wasn't like he just didn't have one. It looked like something had… oh god (…) taken a scoop out of Matt's face… with a spoon.") The victim quickly returned to her room, locking herself inside for the remainder of the event. Instance: #32 Circumstances and transcript of call: The victim (Brian Spann, age 20) was attending a party with a friend in Boston, Massachusetts. At approximately 11:38, the victim's friend briefly left the premises for an unknown reason.2 Soon after, the victim received a call on his mobile phone, which he went upstairs to answer. [Begin transcript] Spann: Hello… Mike? SCP-7436: (Muffled) Yeah. Spann: I was just about to call you. I think I'm gonna dip, I don't know anybody here. SCP-7436: Yes. I think that's a good idea. Spann: Alright, I'll catch you later I guess. SCP-7436: I can drive you home. You need to be careful at this hour. Spann: …what makes you say that? SCP-7436: You don't know what's out there. Things that follow you, the ones with the eyes on the front. Spann: What the fuck are you talking about? SCP-7436: You should know, prey have eyes on the sides of th- (Unintelligible) I'm outside. Spann: …Alright, I guess. (The victim can be heard walking down the stairs.) Spann: You sure you're good to dri… the hell? SCP-7436: Something wrong? Spann: (Whispering) Everyone downstairs is just standing around like a fucking zombie. Nobody's even talking. Spann: Jesus, they're all looking at me now. SCP-7436: I'm outside, come quickly. Spann: I'm coming. What kind of fucking party is this? (The victim can be heard quickly opening the door and exiting the building.) [End transcript] Description of event: The event seemingly occurred while the victim was still on the phone. The victim has not been seen by anyone since he received the call and went upstairs, where his cellphone was later found. The victim's friend complained of severe throat and mouth pain for several days following the event. Instance: #65 Circumstances and description of call: The victim (Joseph Caldera, age 58) received a call on his cellphone at 09:27 PM while driving along an interstate highway in rural Wyoming. The victim reported the caller to have sounded as if they were salivating intensely. The caller frantically pleaded for the victim to help them, claiming to have been struck by a vehicle nearby. The victim reported being confused by the call. ("I don't even know how he got my number, let alone how he knew I was in the middle of nowhere.") He suggested the caller contact emergency services before hanging up. Description of event: Minutes after the call's end, the victim encountered an empty vehicle on the road in front of him. The victim exited his vehicle and inspected the scene, finding that the other vehicle had seemingly struck an Ovis canadensis3 that possessed significant physical abnormalities, including an unusually large amount of teeth and forward-facing eyes. The victim also described the vehicle as being strange in appearance. ("The thing looked fake. No side mirrors, no windows, no gas tank. It was like a prop you'd see in a movie, that couldn't actually drive.") The victim quickly returned to his vehicle and drove away. After parking in the driveway of his home, the victim was struck from behind and knocked unconscious. He was found in the driveway by his wife the following morning, with severe injuries to his jaw and throat. An Ovis canadensis carcass was found nearby, lacking most of its internal organs. Instance: #79 Circumstances and transcript of call: The victim (Gerard Padilla, age 29) was waiting alone at a bus stop in Toronto, Ontario. At 11:05, the victim received the following phone call. [Begin transcript] Padilla: Hello? SCP-7436: The bus… Padilla: Who is this? SCP-7436: The bus isn't coming for you. Padilla: Excuse me? SCP-7436: Something's wrong. I- (Unintelligible). You can't take the bus home. Padilla: What, a delay? Padilla: Wait, since when do transit services fucking call people? Who is this? SCP-7436: The bus isn't coming. [End transcript] Description of event: The victim recorded multiple videos, photos and other digital files in the hours following the call. These were all recovered when the victim's cellphone was found at the same bus stop the following day, although the victim himself has not been located. See Addendum 7436.2 for a log of the recovered files. **Addendum 7436.2:** **Addendum 7436.2:** The following is a log of digital files recovered from the cellphone belonging to the victim of instance #79. Time of recording 11:09 PM File type: Video [Begin log] Camera shows the victim, standing alone in the bus stop, with a worried expression. Padilla: I don't really know why I'm recording this but… I just got the creepiest fucking call, and now every time I try to make one it just goes straight to voicemail. I don't know what's going on, but I feel like… if something happens to me, I want people to know. Camera turns, showing its surroundings. It is unusually dark, with very little visible beyond the area surrounding the bus stop. Padilla: Why is it so damn quiet all of the sudden? Camera is lowered. [End log] Time of recording 11:23 PM File type: Video [Begin log] Camera is pointed forward as the victim walks down the street, the phone's flashlight illuminating ahead. Padilla: I waited over ten minutes and the bus never came. I didn't feel safe, so I'm just gonna walk home I guess. Padilla: For some reason, none of the street lights are on. The victim continues walking for 5 minutes, before stopping and seemingly looking at his phone. Padilla: I should've passed a McDonald's 5 minutes ago. Where the fuck is everything? [End log] Time taken 11:41 PM File type: Video [Begin log] Camera is behind an unknown structure, which the victim is presumably using as cover. Victim's breathing is faintly audible. A row of cars and a phone booth are visible across the street. Many of the cars lack significant details, such as windows or doors. A humanoid figure is seen entering the phone booth and making a call. After 12 seconds, the humanoid exits the phone booth. It begins to wretch and vomit an unknown substance onto the pavement. It then proceeds to walk directly into a car, moving through it as if it were not a solid object. It slumps into the driver's seat, going limp as the car begins to drive away. [End log] Time taken 11:44 PM File type: Photo Description: Photo depicts a puddle of black liquid on the pavement. A number of severed electrical wires and human teeth are present in the puddle. Time taken 12:37 AM File type: Video [Begin log] Footage is almost entirely dark as the victim whispers. Padilla: I had to turn my flashlight off. Can't let them see me. Camera turns, revealing the victim to be inside an empty building, with several windows along the wall. Padilla: I don't know if I'm in hell or something. It sure feels like it. Camera moves as the victim paces around the room. An unfinished puzzle and several alcohol bottles are strewn around the floor. Padilla: I can't call anyone, and even if I could, my phone is on 9% anyways. But those… things. They almost looked like people from far away… seemed to be talking using the phone booths. If they don't work for me, I- Camera quickly turns. The silhouette of a vaguely humanoid entity can be seen crawling through a window. [End log] Time taken 12:56 AM File type: Photo Description: Photo is taken from inside a phone booth. The phone is off the hook, and blood splatter is visible on the wall and floor. Footnotes 1. Both matching no known individuals. 2. The victim's friend claimed to not remember why he left or what occurred in the interval he was not present. 3. 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close Info X SCP-7437: Phlegethon Author: KingCasper "Infernal Gods, who rule the Shades below, Chaos and Phlegethon, ye Realms of Woe, Grant what I've heard I may to light expose, Secrets which Earth, and Night, and Hell inclose." ― Aeneid, Book VI, lines 328–331 KingCasper Written by KingCasper Item#: 7437 Level5 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7437 is to be contained within an airlocked, heat-resistant storage unit located within Site-23. Under no circumstances are any personnel to be authorized to directly interact with or consume any amount of SCP-7437. Routine maintenance checks of SCP-7437's containment tank are to occur on a daily basis. Any entities or personnel attempting to consume any amount of SCP-7437 are to be detained on sight. If detainment is not a viable option, immediate termination is authorized. SCP-7437-A instances are to be contained within standard Euclid-level humanoid containment cells. Due to the biological requirements of SCP-7437-A instances, no food or water is to be provided. Pain suppressants are to be administered to SCP-7437-A instances every four hours. If the behavior expressed by instances of SCP-7437-A becomes violent or otherwise unpredictable, they are to be restrained and sedated until re-exhibiting typical behavior. Personnel are permitted to interact with SCP-7437-A instances if explicit authorization has been granted by personnel with Level 5/7437 Security Clearance. All instances of SCP-7437-A are to be subject to regular Tartarean Resonance Energy monitoring. Under direct command of the Ethics Committee, research into the termination of SCP-7437-A-1 is currently ongoing. All further testing regarding SCP-7437 has been indefinitely suspended. Description: SCP-7437 is approximately 13.5 liters of ectoentropic liquid that is chemically identical to human blood. SCP-7437 remains at a constant temperature of 103 celsius, and all attempts to alter the temperature of SCP-7437 have proven unsuccessful. Despite exceeding the boiling point of non-anomalous human blood, SCP-7437 does not appear to be boiling, and is visually indistinguishable from blood at room temperature. Upon the consumption, injection, or general intake of any amount of SCP-7437, the entity in question is to be designated as an instance of SCP-7437-A. SCP-7437 causes several changes in instances of SCP-7437-A. The most notable changes include: The biological aging process ceases to occur, and the instance of SCP-7437-A cannot expire. Attempts to anomalously alter the age of SCP-7437-A instances have resulted in no noticeable changes. SCP-7437-A no longer needs to consume food or liquid to sustain itself, and it no longer requires sleep or oxygen to biologically function. However, SCP-7437-A instances still suffer physical pain as a result of being unable to breathe. All diseases, viruses, and infections present in SCP-7437-A at the time of consumption will subsequently and instantaneously terminate. SCP-7437-A instances are not affected by any diseases, viruses, or infections, both anomalous and non-anomalous in nature, upon the consumption of SCP-7437. SCP-7437-A gains physical regenerative abilities that prevent it from being terminated by SCP-7437, or by any other known means. Any physical trauma sustained will typically regenerate within several seconds, however exact recovery time varies depending on the extent of the trauma suffered. As a result, no methods to terminate any instances of SCP-7437-A are currently known to exist. Entities that are not biological in nature or do not possess blood are unable to become an instance of SCP-7437-A, and are subsequently unaffected by SCP-7437. Upon consuming SCP-7437, the instance of SCP-7437-A that consumed it will have the amount of SCP-7437 present in their system begin circulating through their blood vessels, converting any non-anomalous blood it comes in contact with into further instances of SCP-7437. Exsanguinated instances of SCP-7437 do not possess any anomalous properties, and all attempts to completely purge SCP-7437 from an instance of SCP-7437-A have proven ineffective. SCP-7437 radiates a consistent and excessive amount of Tartarean Resonance Energy, equivalent to approximately 780% of the typical amount produced by Tartarean entities. Despite this, the Tartarean Resonance Energy emitted by SCP-7437 has not shown to have any significant effect on its surroundings. Instances of SCP-7437-A have proven to emit negligible amounts of Tartarean Resonance Energy, equivalent to 40% of the typical amount produced by Tartarean entities. Attempts to terminate or interfere with the effects of SCP-7437 on instances of SCP-7437-A using methods specifically meant to affect Tartarean entities have proven ineffective. SCP-7437-A-1 is the only known instance of SCP-7437-A, and is Léon Levasseur, a French explorer born in 1460, and one of the three parties responsible for the creation of SCP-7437. All attempts to communicate consistently with SCP-7437-A-1 have resulted in failure, with the events transcribed in Addendum-7437-B being the only exception. Addendum-7437-A: Translated1 travel logs of Cyril Levasseur, written during 1483. [+ DISPLAY FIRST ENTRY] [- HIDE FIRST ENTRY] Wednesday, 16th of April In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, I pray we will have safe travels. Our majesty, King Louis, has tasked me and my elder brother to travel to the beyond lands of Greece, and seek out water from the mythical river Phlegethon. Léon, bless his heart, did not have previous knowledge of the river Phlegethon, nor its mystical ability to cure all unholy ailments, and prolong the existence of both body and spirit. Nevertheless, he was exceptionally emphatic about the task, as is befitting of him. This, precisely, is why our Majesty seeks it for himself. He has informed me and my brother that his maladies had only progressed further into ruin, and all he has attempted thus far has been for naught. Thus, due to our supposed "greatness", we have been tasked with obtaining water from the river Phlegethon, and delivering it upon him, so that his reign may continue for as long as our Lord intends. As is proper, Léon is particularly excited about this, and he is yet to truly stop his ramblings about his desire for both of us to become immortal alongside our highness. He hopes that we become nothing but the most renowned explorers across all of Europe. I, for one, know such a fate is not meant to befall us. Or rather me, at least. I only accompany my brother because being a famed explorer is but his deepest fantasy, and I dread to imagine discouraging him from pursuing it. Even so, I do not understand the point of obtaining immortality. Life in itself already harbors so little meaning, why would anybody choose to prolong it? But no matter, as long as Léon is content, and as long as I can reap some benefit from whatever spoils our majesty will grant us, I will journey nevertheless. Half an hour after dawn, we shall set our sights on Greece, and leave Dijon to wait for our return. [+ DISPLAY SECOND ENTRY] [- HIDE SECOND ENTRY] Thursday, 17th of April In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, I pray we will have safe travels. As I had planned, we left half an hour after the sun rose beyond the crest of the horizon. We traveled on foot, as we had prior arrangements to receive mobile carriages upon arriving at Pontailler-sur-Saône. For our own safety, Léon wielded his axe, and I wielded my blade and matchlock. Fortunately, praise be to the lord, we did not encounter any quarrels during our travels today. When the sun had reached its zenith in the sky, we settled down for a moment to eat lunch. As we were doing so, a traveler approached us from the beaten path. I approximate the man being in his early forties. His hair was greying and shortly cropped, however his spirit was young, and his eyes carried great wisdom within them. He approached us, and greeted us with a warm smile. He asked if we were "explorers such as himself", or simply strangers passing through. I informed him that we were indeed strangers, however Léon would proceed to enthusiastically inform him that we were on a quest for King Louis to find the river Phlegethon in order to prolong his life, even going to the length of presenting the written document from our majesty himself. The stranger chuckled, and sat down next to us. He presented his own document from the king, saying that he was indeed on the same quest as us. For the next few moments, we engaged in delightfully intellectual banter about the mythos of the Greek people. It was evident he was a scholar of their esoteric beliefs. However, he informed us that he had no intention to travel to Greece, as that was simply far too costly for him. Rather, he said he knew of a ritual used by the Greeks to convert ordinary river water into that of the rivers of Hades. His intention was to travel to the Erdre and collect the water from it in order to use it in the ritual. I asked if we could accompany him to the Erdre river, to which he declared it would most certainly be unwise to do so, as our majesty must have separated us for a reason. However, he said we were more than welcome to assist him with his quest, and to rendezvous with him should the opportunity arise, assuming the Lord willed it such. He also advised us that we collect any asphodel flowers we may come across on our journey, as it will be a key ingredient in the ritual. Léon was initially resistant, believing that it was our god-given objective from King Louis to travel to Greece, however I reminded him that this could guarantee his desired status much faster than the alternative. Before we went our own separate ways, I asked for his name. "Peor", he said. Just as quickly as he arrived, he was gone. In other news, the weather was quite pleasant, and we could hear grouse and doves throughout the day. Our fire is dwindling and Léon has already begun his rest, so I suppose I shall stop here for the night. I am elated that we no longer have to travel all the way to Greece, though. I find solace in that, and I hope Léon does too. [+ DISPLAY THIRD ENTRY] [- HIDE THIRD ENTRY] Friday, 18th of April In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, I pray we will have safe travels. Early in the morning we spotted some wild fowl, and the overcast clouds that must have formed while we were resting seem to have parted. Today has been particularly troublesome. Towards the middle of the day, we approached a nearby patch of woodland to the west of Dijon. After several minutes of traversing these woods, we came upon a clearing. In the center of this otherwise inconspicuous clearing was a freshly trimmed and tended-to chrysanthemum bush. Standing before the bush was a figure clad in the garb of a knight, wielding a bident which he had plunged into the ground, and donning a horned helmet reminiscent of a wild goat. Behind his visor radiated what could only be described as an intense and unholy energy. He stood before us and spoke in a dolorous, booming voice. "Cease. There is nothing for you here, nor is there anything for you beyond my forest. I know what you seek. You seek an affront to nature itself. I cannot permit your quest to continue". I must admit, I can only take somebody who dulls their weapon by placing it in the soil but so seriously, nevertheless I still wanted no quarrel with this man. I spoke to him, saying that there must be another way to go about this. I asked him for his name in an attempt to make friendly conversation with him. "Baal", he responded. He told both Léon and I to not bother telling him our names, as he had no intention for any further words to be shared. He raised his weapons, and we drew ours. As we prepared to defend ourselves from this interloper, the head of his polearm caught aflame, only further proving my theory that this is the work of some occult magicks. We battled fiercely, but he possessed much greater finesse than myself, and even Léon himself. He parried or dodged every slash of my blade and every swing of my brothers axe. Léon and I managed to avoid any grievous injuries, thank the Lord, but after several seconds, Baal bludgeoned me with the pommel of his bident, making direct contact with my face. I stumbled back, falling disorientated, leaving my brother to fend against him alone. He swiftly knocked Léon off of his feet and raised his weapon above his chest. I tried to grab ahold of the branches of the chrysanthemum bush, snapping it off, mysteriously causing Baal to reel back in pain, temporarily sparing my brother from harm. I snapped another, intentionally this time. Baal cringed in pain once more, loudly vocalizing as he did so. He looked back and fixed his gaze on me. As he approached me, I began to saw at the base of the bush, to which he reacted by falling to his knees in pain, roaring in agony. In some pitiful effort to thwart my efforts, he rose his bident; and prepared to throw it at me. However, before he could release it, I had fully severed the bush from its stem, causing him to completely collapse on the ground, lifeless. I had slain the daemon. I helped Léon off the ground and recollect himself. We studied the idle corpse for a few moments, before quickly fleeing. I did not think much of it at the time, but I do ponder how he knew of our quest. Who could have informed him? Could Peor have told him? Perhaps an enemy plotting against our majesty? I was uncertain, and truly, it was not my place to say. Nevertheless I couldn't help but speculate. Surely this was not a matter of happenstance. The remainder of the day was largely insignificant, although towards dusk Léon and I were able to forage for a handful of asphodelus, albeit not many. Once the sun had set and the moon had risen, we decided to set up camp and rest for what remained of this temperate night. The two of us were very anxious. Baal had made us question whether or not this quest was worth it. However, my brother believes it was merely a god-given trial, and a test of our will. While that is perhaps true, it is not my place to speak for our Lord. Regardless, whatever fate would await us back at Dijon if we were to abandon our quest from the king would be far worse than any fate that could befall us here. [+ DISPLAY FOURTH ENTRY] [- HIDE FOURTH ENTRY] Saturday, 19th of April In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, I pray we will have safe travels. Our skirmish yesterday resulted in a restless night; and thus a lethargic morning. Despite this, we pressed forward, eager to complete our objective. The sky was overcast when the sun had risen and remained as such until late-evening. An hour or so after we set out once more, Léon asked me what I would do if I were to become immortal. In truth, I am unsure. I don't know if I would do anything. Of course I will be obligated to become immortal alongside my brother if he does so, but I do not know what I would do. I can only adventure with Léon for but so long. Am I perhaps cursing myself by completing this quest? Dooming myself to an extension of my already hollow, directionless life? Anything for my brother, I suppose. Regardless of my inner dialogue, I told him I would likely remain a scholar once my days exploring had concluded. He was elated to hear that I was willing to continue exploring with him. He told me that he sees many qualities of myself in him, even if they manifest in very different manners. Apparently, it would seem, he sees me as his "better half". I can't believe I would even consider denying an immortal life with him, to break his heart in such a manner. But I can't live forever. I cannot imagine such an existence. I just want him to be happy. We encountered Peor again mid-day, just as we had the first time we met. I debated confronting him about whether or not he had sicced Baal on us in an attempt to thwart our efforts, but I remained steadfast. My brother, however, was not as inhibited. He asked him if he had told anybody about our quest. Peor said he would have no reason to, as we were working cooperatively, and that he wouldn't have ever had the opportunity to do so since he hasn't come across anybody he could've told. He asked why we would confront him so suddenly. I proceeded to inform him that we were attacked by a knight wielding occult magicks and a flaming bident who went under the alias of Baal. He sympathized with our plight, saying it was very brave to continue forward even after such an encounter. He informed us that he was yet to have such a occurrence happen to him, but that he would make sure he was prepared for anything in the future. He also inquired about the status of our asphodel foraging, to which we informed him that while we had managed to collect a few, we did not know if it would be enough. After we presented him with our bounty, he assured us that our amount would be adequate. With a lively smile and a wave, he departed once more. What happened for the rest of today was generally insignificant. We encountered several wild fowl and beasts, but we did not bother them and they did not bother us. Only one event of interest had occurred towards sunset. "Fall." We turned our heads to see none other than Baal approaching us, prepared to throw his bident at me. I was reflexive enough to dodge his weapon, however before it could hit the ground, he pulled it back into his hands via unseen means. There was no mistaking it, Baal had returned to life. Needless to say, Léon and I were dramatically unprepared for sudden combat, and were still in shock that a figure we had just slain had returned to life. But we had felled him once before, nothing was stopping us from doing it once more. For a time, he held the upper-hand, blocking ostensibly every assault we attempted to lay upon him. Léon moved behind him while I stood before him, attempting to perform a backstabbing maneuver while I distracted him. It was for naught though, as Baal swiftly turned around and plunged his weapon into my brothers right shoulder, causing him to fall back. In a moment of concentrated, bitter vengeance, I targeted an exposed spot in Baal's armor, piercing the side of his neck with my blade. He dropped his weapon in shock, and I furiously shoved him onto the dirt. Before he could collect himself, I grabbed Léons axe and repeatedly slammed it upon his chest, swiftly breaking through the breastplate and chopping through his torso. In mere moments, we had slain him for the second time. I did not stop though. I kept slashing and chopping. Again and again. I was not to risk him returning to life for a third time. Once I had finished, I quickly helped my brother off the ground and inspected the wound. It did not seem too deep, although it was evident he had suffered internal and external burns as a result. In a guilty panic, I rushed to tend to his wounds. Before I could, the realization dawned upon me that I had meaninglessly dulled my brothers blade by aimlessly attacking the corpse of Baal. I profusely apologized for my misdeeds, saying that I did not intend to dull his weapon and that it was my fault he got hurt, but he reassured me that I had done no wrong. He said he could very easily sharpen the blade later, and that his "minor flesh wound" was not my fault. I chose to respond with a shallow acknowledgement of what he said, as I did not want to hurt him by still claiming that it was my fault. After further inspection of the wound, it was clear it needed to be bandaged and cleaned. He was still able to move his arm to a degree, albeit painfully. Fortunately, I had the proper equipment to treat his wound in my pack, and spent the next few minutes tending to his injury. He thanked me for saving his life, saying that it was a very brave thing to do, and that he "always knew I had the spirit of an adventurer inside of me". We decided to set up camp early tonight due to having to spar with Baal whilst we were already lethargic. Léon spent several minutes sharpening his blade before eventually falling asleep. I know I will have a restless sleep tonight. I can only help but fear our next encounter with Baal. I dread each day of this journey the more I think about it. Léon assures me we can handle it, but I doubt it. He could have perished because of me. I do not trust I will be able to save him if this happens for a third time. [+ DISPLAY FIFTH ENTRY] [- HIDE FIFTH ENTRY] Sunday, 20th of April In the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, I pray we will have safe travels. Just as I had expected, I slept utterly restlessly during the night. I could hardly remain idle while plagued with the fear of that daemon. Léon rested much better than myself, enthused by the idea that after today, we would be on our final day of the journey. The weather was horribly inclement throughout the day, raining until noon, in which it began storming. An hour or two after we continued west, we heard a voice exclaim from behind us. "Cyril! Léon!" As embarrassing as it is, I was exceptionally startled by hearing somebody shout our names. I expected it to be Baal or some other individual with ill-intent. Fortunately, it was none other than Peor. He asked how our journey had gone since the last time we had met, commenting on how exhausted I appeared. We informed him of our second encounter with Baal and how he had returned to life. He seemed greatly concerned to learn of this. He said that if he had returned to life, he must be a daemon of some variety, just as I had hypothesized. Peor informed us that, if he is a daemon, that he can only be slain by his own weapon. This spurred discussion between me and Léon. We began strategizing ways to finally defeat Baal and lay him to rest. By the end of our discussion, we had planned to have Léon serve as a distraction while I fired at him with my firearm from a distance, which would provide Léon with an opportunity to steal his weapon and impale him. Once we had finished planning, Peor asked a simple request of us. He informed us that he had managed to collect every ingredient for the ritual, aside from the beak of a crow. He asked us to obtain it for him, assuming it was not too arduous of a task. We told him we would see what we could do. With that, he left us once more, wishing us safe travels. For the next three and a half hours, we timidly grew closer and closer to our destination. I had not said it to my brother, but I had begun believing this quest was not worth it. If Baal is an inevitable foe no matter what we do, why must we do anything? Why not flee now? Regardless, I knew my brother would not accept such a fate, and I found solace in the guidance Peor had offered us. Thus, we continued on. Once three and a half hours had passed, we found ourselves located amidst an empty patch of field. As the rain poured from the clouds and thunder roared above, Baal manifested before us in a burst of flames. At that moment, I lost all cowardice and fear. Standing before him alongside my brother, I knew there was no stopping us. We had defeated him twice. Thrice should not be an issue. Léon began to attack Baal from all sides as I ran to a distance, preparing my matchlock. He launched constant assaults and ripostes against Baal. It was clear he had learned his tactics and adjusted well. He managed to hold him off long enough for me to take aim from a distance. As I raised my firearm in the direction of Baal, he swung his bident through the air, releasing a mote of flame that landed before my feet, causing me to misfire. The fire did not spread and had extinguished itself at a modest pace due to the weather conditions. Thankfully, Léon was able to land a blow with his axe directly upon the side of his head. Before Baal was allowed to retaliate, I dropped my matchlock and began sprinting towards him, blade drawn. Léon and I landed blow after blow on him, slicing and chopping through his armor over and over. He stood not a chance. Once he had been unable to stand, and his weapon lay by his side, I picked it up, and plunged it deep into his chest. Once he had been impaled with his own bident, he only remained long enough to leave us with his final words, before perishing. "There is no escape". As Baal drew his last breath, Léon and I embraced in celebration. For a moment, I felt proud. Proud that Léon and I had defeated our sole opposition once and for all. We were destined for success. However this lone moment of joy was quick to fade as I became aware of what it meant to be destined for success. We were destined for immortality. I was destined for something I could never prepare for. Destined for what I can only see as a curse. I could never fathom breaking my brothers heart by denying it, though. Into oblivion I ride, I suppose. After we took a moment to celebrate our victory, Léon thought it to be a good idea to see the face of our foe. Thus, he doffed his helmet to see a wretched sight. Baal was no man. He was a daemon after all. His head was that of a goat with fur as dark as night, and pale horns as hollow as his gaze. Léon thought we should sever one of his horns to take a trophy; and to serve as a representation of our first daemon slain of what he hoped would be many. I took my blade to the base of his horn and severed it from his scalp, handing it to Léon. The remainder of the day was generally unremarkable. The skies cleared up some time after dusk, and we spent half an hour hunting for crows, to which Léon was able to target one and collect its beak. At the time of writing, the sun set over the horizon approximately an hour ago, and Léon is far too excited to rest as of now. I, however, will be going to sleep the minute I have finished retelling the events of today. Our quest ends tomorrow. Into oblivion. [+ DISPLAY SIXTH ENTRY] [- HIDE SIXTH ENTRY] Monday, 21st of April It has come. It would appear as if Léon had taken it upon himself to personally read the entries I have written thus far concerning our quest while I was asleep. This, in turn, means he has ascertained my true feelings on immortality, and our mission at large. Initially, I expected rage at worst, and disappointment at best. However, he assured me he was not mad. He told me that if I do not want to become immortal alongside him, he's okay with that. He does not want to doom me to a life I do not want, even if it means he will eventually outlive me. He told me he wants nothing more than for me to be content with the path I have chosen. I told him that I appreciated his words, and that I would try and figure something out. Maybe I will choose to be granted immortality, or maybe our highness would not allow either of us to become immortal. Regardless, I would figure something out. He asked me what I meant by that. In truth, not even I know. All I know is that I will not allow my brother to be heartbroken by my own actions. I could never. The day was largely uneventful. The weather was much less inclement than it had been the previous day, but it only took a few hours before we arrived at the river. We came upon Peor, donning a grey hooded cloak standing before some kind of improvised cauldron filled with water from the Erdre. He beckoned us and we approached him, Léon moving much faster than I. We informed him that we had collected a crows beak, just as he had asked, and informed him of the destruction of Baal. He seemed very pleased to hear of our recent success, and asked for us to place the asphodels in the water. I did as I was instructed, and Léon placed the beak in as well. Peor began to initiate the final steps, placing several items within the water that appeared utterly foreign and alien to me. In truth, they did not appear to be of this world by any means. Once he had placed everything within the cauldron, he looked back at us. "Now, gentlemen, there is only one ingredient left. We need an offering of sacrificial blood." We looked at him, startled for a moment. Then, we looked at each other. For a second, the thought of sacrificing my own brother flitted through my head, but I would never do such abhorrent acts. I could never. I would never. We looked back at him. We knew what he was attempting to do. But we are anything but common fools. We shouted, telling him he would not trick us into sacrificing the other. He stared back at us, absent-mindedly, eyes filled with more malice than should be possible. He chuckled to himself. He said it was a shame that he would have to take this matter into his own hands. Léon, as swiftly as ever, tackled Peor, bringing him to the ground. In so doing, he caused Peor's hood to slip off of his head, revealing a large scar on the side of his temple. A scar located precisely where I had severed the horn of Baal. Léons efforts would only last for so long, however. With foul strength, Peor threw him several paces back, causing him to land on his back. Before I had the opportunity to react, he manifested his bident via unseen means, and threw it directly into my brother's stomach. I would not let this stand. Not at all. In a moment of bitter vengeance and hate, I grabbed Peor by his head, and began bashing it upon the side of the cauldron. I repeated this brutal motion over and over, until his crown had split open, allowing his blood to flow into the cauldron. I tossed his lifeless corpse aside as the blood diluted the water. At first, it began to smoke and steam. Then, it began to boil and bubble. After a few moments, it returned to a more ordinary state, remaining idle in the cauldron. I looked over at my brother, barely clinging to this mortal realm, begging to consume the potion of immortality. Without a second thought, I removed the polearm from his stomach, and moved him next to the cauldron. He lowered his head towards the blood, and began to consume it. The heat of the blood left burns on his mouth and throat as it went down, causing him great distress. But it was all to be worth it, as within mere seconds, the gash in his stomach had been completely healed. However his screaming did not cease. He fell to the ground, writhing in pain, exclaiming that the boiling blood was pulsing through his body. He begged me to put him out of his misery. My own brother begged me to kill him. I looked upon a disaster of my own creation, a fate that befell my brother by my own hands. I knew I was only going to hurt him. Alas, in a moment of shock and despair, I raised my blade, and plunged it through his chest. Other than causing him pain, it seemed to do nothing, as seconds after I removed the blade, the wound had healed. I repeated my attempts at euthanasia, using my blade, his axe, and even the daemons bident. But it was for naught. It was all for not. I could not fix my own mistakes. Even after severing his head from his body, he simply healed from anything I could possibly inflict upon him. What hell had I wrought upon him? The error of my ways. The consequences of my actions. My sins. They are manifest, and Léon must bear the torment. Why? Why him? Why not me? What could he ever have done to deserve this anguish? To be cursed with immortality? How could I do this to my own brother? After everything he's done for me, this is how I repay him. He cannot even bring himself to speak anymore he's in so much pain. Some hero I am. But I can fix this. I know I can. I will find a cure. I will find a way to purge him of this curse. I will dedicate what remains of my life to doing so, if I must. It's the least I can do. The minute I am done writing this, I will head out once more to find a cure to my own wrought hell. In the name of my Lord Jesus Christ, I pray I will have safe travels. Addendum-7437-B: Interview log with SCP-7437-A-1 upon recovery. The following transcription has been translated from Late-Middle French. Interviewed: SCP-7437-A-1 Interviewer: Dr. Levasseur Foreword: Due to his erratic mannerisms, SCP-7437-A-1 has been sedated and restrained, and is communicating with Dr. Levasseur via a glass port. <Begin Log> Dr. Levasseur: Good day, SCP-7437-A-1. I hope you are okay with me calling you that. I would like to ask you a few questions, if you are willing. SCP-7437-A-1: [Unresponsive, heavily breathing] Dr. Levasseur: I believe now would be the ideal time for us to converse, since your sedatives should wear off soon. SCP-7437-A-1: [Unresponsive, wincing] Dr. Levasseur: Look, all I need to do is ask you a few questions and we can go our separate ways for… a time. SCP-7437-A-1: [Unresponsive, trembling] Dr. Levasseur: Have you anything to say, A-1? [SCP-7437-A-1 is silent for a moment, before he begins to scream and thrash.] Dr. Levasseur: A-1, please. All I need to do is- [SCP-7437-A-1 begins screaming louder.] Dr. Levasseur: A-1! SCP-7437-A-1: [Unresponsive, screaming] Dr. Levasseur: Léon! SCP-7437-A-1: [Ceases screaming, unresponsive] Dr. Levasseur: … Thank you. Now, I wa- SCP-7437-A-1: [Straining] Kill. Me. Dr. Levasseur: Pardon? What was that? SCP-7437-A-1: [Straining] You heard me. Dr. Levasseur: [Unresponsive, looks behind herself] Dr. Levasseur: Léon? [SCP-7437-A-1 looks up at Dr. Levasseur.] Dr. Levasseur: Are you… upset that I brought you here? SCP-7437-A-1: [Unresponsive] Dr. Levasseur: I'll take that as a yes, I suppose. Look… I know you don't have any hope, but I do. I really do think we can fix this. This is the final step, I'm certain of it. SCP-7437-A-1: [Scoffs] Dr. Levasseur: You… you really have that little faith, huh? SCP-7437-A-1: [Straining] I don't see why I should have any. Dr. Levasseur: I always said I would be the one to fix you, to do what those who came before me couldn't. What he couldn't. I'll finish this, Léon. Really, I promise. You have my word. SCP-7437-A-1: [Unresponsive] <End Log> Closing Statement: Further attempts to interact with SCP-7437-A-1 have proven ineffective. As of 16/4/21, research into the termination of SCP-7437-A-1 is currently ongoing. Footnotes 1. Translated from Middle French. Colloquialisms have also been translated for ease. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7437" by KingCasper, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7437. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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padding: 2vw; } You will have thirty-seven seconds to save the world. Hopefully, you are a Foundation employee. If you are not, we are desperate. Your position is irrelevant – what matters is that you are needed, not just by the Foundation, but by humankind and potentially more. You may recall a recent blood test. You are here because you tested positive for the DBAA-e7 gene; it is extremely rare, but critical to accomplish your assignment. You may not be the only living person with this gene, but there are other limiting factors involved; assume you are the last person able to accomplish this task. Do not fail us. This introductory video should have come with four documents. First is the file for SCP-090, the anomaly you will be working on. Second is the file for SCP-7439, the anomaly you will be working with. Third is the proposal document and addenda for the cross-test you will conduct, and fourth should be the complete records of all information left to you by previous participants. If you have not been provided these, request them from the agent assigned to oversee you. If there is no agent, the situation is dire and you must find them yourself. Do not rush. Your thirty-seven seconds have not begun, and will not until you want them to. You have as much time as you need to prepare, and you may spend it however you deem appropriate, so long as you are preparing. If there is further information you believe will be relevant, request it from your assigned agent; your security clearance can be dealt with later. Your co-operation will not be classified. Once you are ready, inform the agent – or if there is none, go to Area-090, where both required anomalies should be found – and begin the test. But make sure you are ready. You will have only thirty-seven seconds to save the world. You will not get a second chance. Read the SCP-090 file. Put away the SCP-090 file. Item #: SCP-090 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-090 is currently stored in a high-security bunker at a dedicated Foundation facility, Area-090. No other anomalies are to be stored at Area-090 unless necessary, and any such anomalies must be relocated off-site as soon as possible. SCP-090 should not be stored at any other location unless necessary and should be returned to Area-090 or another dedicated facility as soon as possible. SCP-090 must never be store at any facility containing anomalies, munitions, machines, and/or technology with the potential to destroy the facility and/or instigate any K-class scenario. SCP-090 should not be physically restrained or altered for any reason. individuals attempting to do so must be apprehended or terminated as necessary. The five exposed faces of SCP-090 should be recorded at all times. AXAl.aic has been assigned to monitor and record all SCP-090 activity, and alert Foundation personnel as necessary when able. SCP-090-1 should be redacted from all visual footage of SCP-090, unless otherwise necessary. Description: SCP-090 is a collection of approximately 60,000 black ceramic fragments, tightly arranged by unknown means to form a misshapen cube 3 metres in length, width, and height; analysis indicates SCP-090 was originally a single cube, all fragments of which are present in the collection. Each fragment features a small portion of an intricate engraving on its outer surface, which appear to glow with a ‘negative light’ while correctly aligned with another complementary piece. Every 37 seconds, a single row or column of SCP-090 fragments will progressively relocate to an adjacent face of the object in a manner comparable to the ‘Rubik’s Cube’ puzzle.1 Relocating pieces – especially those aligned with complementary pieces – are resistant to these rotations, and will grind against other fragments as they pass; no evidence of erosion or degradation has been observed on any SCP-090 pieces. Once all pieces have stopped at a location adjacent to their former position, another 37 seconds will elapse before the next rotation begins. SCP-090 rotations correspond to the initiation and/or continuation of undesirable, typically catastrophic events; each outer face of the object is associated with a location or concept relative to SCP-090 (listed below), while the magnitude of the event/s correlate with the quantity of misaligned fragments on the associated face. Face # Concept Average number of alignments Example 1 ‘Global’ 73–71% Formation of Cyclone Tracey (Dec 21, 1974; 83%) 2 Uncertain 50% No known corresponding events. 3 ‘Extraterrestrial’ (Uncertain) 69-61% SCP-179 points at Uranus. (Jan 19, 2004 & onwards; 74%) 4 ‘Local’ 89-83% Major containment breach at Site-183 (Apr 5, 2017; 95%) 5 [DATA EXPUNGED] 13% [DATA EXPUNGED] 6 ‘Time’ (Uncertain) 49%2 Alleged by the Department of Chronology. (Mar 21, 2009; 37%) If an attempt is made to physically rearrange or restrain any SCP-090 fragments, the collection will immediately undergo a rapid succession of rotation events which typically reduce the number of alignments on the ‘local’ face, thereby instigating a catastrophic event in the anomaly’s proximity. The number of total alignments across SCP-090 has gradually decreased throughout its known, recorded history; all SCP-090 fragments are expected to be misaligned by March of 2099. SCP-090-1 is an unclear element correlating to the area visible within SCP-090 between misalignments and during rotation events. It is unclear whether SCP-090-1 is an indeterminate object/entity, or a property affecting the region of space within SCP-090; observers are unable to identify any meaningful characteristics of SCP-090-1 other than its location, and all recordings of SCP-090-1 similarly retain this cognitohazardous property. Acquisition: SCP-090 was acquired during a raid on an Adherents of Aapapht monastery on April 10, 1942. Recovered records indicates the group acquired the object from an unspecified group in 1533 CE, along with vague records of the object’s alignments since 1242 CE; the group had been studying SCP-090 and SCP-090-1 to determine their correlation to the group’s cosmology. All members of the group were terminated as per standard procedure, and the monastery was destroyed by fire. Read the SCP-7439 file. Put away the SCP-7439 file. Item #: SCP-7439 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7439 is to be stored in a standard hermetically-sealed relic container when not in use. Personnel should minimise handling of SCP-7439 to prevent accidental damage or destruction of the object. Foundation medical personnel must be forewarned prior to any use of SCP-7439 and given appropriate time to prepare an emergency blood transfusion for the object’s intended user/s. SCP-7439 should always be kept on a flat surface during testing to prevent damage when subjects lose consciousness. SCP-7439 must be cleaned using appropriate relic protocols following every use. Description: SCP-7439 is a fired clay tablet 15 centimetres in height, 32 centimetres in width, and weighing approximately 2 kilograms. The upper surface is engraved with a large, inverted triangle, with a unique, intricate rune at each of the three vertices; a fourth glyph has been carved into the centre of the shape post-firing. A severely damaged Akkadian cuneiform text is inscribed on the lower surface, which translations indicate was instructions on the correct ritualistic use of the anomaly. SCP-7439 enables eligible individuals to conduct a series of specific thaumaturgic rituals, with the produced affect varying on which of the four engraved glyphs is incorporated into the performed ritual/s. To be eligible, the user must: Be a single, biologically living human (homo sapiens); Possesses the DBAA-e7 gene in their genome (approx. 7.0% world population); Have at no point received any volume of whole blood3 or constituents originating from a different entity by invasive means (e.g. blood transfusion, limb transplantation).4 During use, approximately 50mL of whole blood will demanifest from the eligible user’s system each second; as a result the average human is unable to use SCP-7439 for more than 40 consecutive seconds, at which point loss of consciousness will occur and an immediate blood transfusion is required for survival, which will invalidate the user from any future use of the object. If a user becomes ineligible while using SCP-7439, the anomalous properties of the object will immediately cease. There are currently only five known rituals which produce a successful anomalous effect with SCP-7439: Ritual Designation / Alias Description 7439-1, ‘Second Rite of Bellabarisruk’ Amplifies the potency of all carnomancy,5 oneiroimancy,6 or tychemancy7 conducted within seven metres of SCP-7439 while active, dependant on which of the three outer glyphs is used as the focus of the ritual; what the inner glyph corresponds to, if anything, is unknown. 7439-2, ‘Crimson Mandate of Shamash’ Enables the user to establish a potent blood pact with another consenting party, violations of which incur one of four penalties depending on which glyph is used as the focus of the ritual; while the penalties of the upper three symbols are known, there is no record of any subject breaking a pact made with the lowermost glyph. 7439-3 ‘Arbitration of the Three’ Incrementally alters an unclear, fundamental aspect of targeted objects or entities toward one of four uncertain concepts, depending on the focal glyph. Current speculations for the concepts are: ‘confusion’, ‘obedience’, ‘absconsion’, and ‘tractate’. 7439-4, ‘Judgement of Namtar’ Inflicts accelerated tumour development, petrification, necrosis, or cardiac arrythmia in an entity designated through the use of a hair sample; descriptions indicate the ritual is intended to kill the target over several hours, however it is impossible to maintain long enough for this to occur. 7439-5 (Unknown) Reconstructed through trial-and-error with references to a proto-Sarkic grimoire. Revives a deceased biological entity, but inflicts multiple physical and/or mental ailments which invariably result in the entity’s death within 24 hours. Acquisition: SCP-7439 was recovered from the National Museum of Scotland following a curator’s accidental activation of the anomaly while demonstrating the execution of a ritual. Records indicate the tablet had been donated to the museum in 1805 as part of the late Sir Edwin Young, 3rd Baronet’s personal ‘Cabinet of Curiosities’, who had acquired the item in 1654 under unclear circumstances; his documentation of seventeen rituals – four of which have been confirmed – indicates contact with a knowledgeable previous owner of SCP-7439, or access to a significant information source. Baronet Young was not aware of the object’s anomalous properties, instead dismissing the rituals as products of myth. It is uncertain whether Baronet Young possessed the DBAA-e7 gene needed to trigger the object’s effects. Read the cross-test proposal. Put away the cross-test proposal. Someone has attached a note to the cover page. To save you some time: It takes almost 2 litres of blood to use the Tablet for 37 seconds. You’ll need a blood transfusion then. You only have one chance, and you have to finish before the Cube starts turning. The ritual is on page 17, and you need to repeat it for each glyph. Always enter exactly seven glyphs. Every one you miss is worse than getting it wrong. Same for doing extra. Alignments will increase by 3% if you did the right glyph, and decrease by 3% if you didn’t. Record your order and the change in alignments so the next person can figure out how many you got right. The Cube won’t react until its next rotation comes, since you aren’t changing it physically. It’ll catch up and do a full month’s worth of changes after, though. The Foundation is already nervous cross-testing two anomalies, they won’t bring in a third. You don’t get augments to help with this. Good luck. Read the notes left by previous participants. Say you are ready. Change your mind. ‘Are you sure?’ the agent asks. Say you are sure. Footnotes 1. There is no evidence of any connection between Ernő Rubik and SCP-090. Despite similarities in appearance and mechanics, the ‘Rubik’s Cube’ puzzle was developed completely independently to SCP-090. 2. This average has steadily declined by approximately 2% per year. 3. Encompassing red blood cells, white blood cells, platelets, and blood plasma. 4. This exclusion appears to be conceptual instead of literal; subjects will naturally remove and replace all foreign whole blood elements over time, but will remain unable to activate the properties of SCP-7439. 5. Manipulation of biological substances, particularly skin, muscle, and bone. 6. Manipulation/interpretation of dreams. 7. Manipulation of probability. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7439" by Jack Ike, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7439. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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SCP-7440
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safe
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Item#: 7440 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo The entrance to SCP-7440 Special Containment Procedures: A 30 meter perimeter surrounding SCP-7440 is to be maintained at all times, only personnel briefed on Protocol 4000-ESHU are permitted to enter SCP-7440. Anyone exiting SCP-7440 is to undergo memetic and nomenclative decontamination to prevent any further injury. As there is currently no known way to exit SCP-7440 past the second floor, only D-Class personnel are to be sent inside. Description: SCP-7440 is a bunker located within the Ireland Wood Forest, England, built into the side of a hill. SCP-7440 consists of 5 levels descending 11 meters into the ground, mostly constructed with wood and concrete. According to radiocarbon dating, SCP-7440 was built in the late 1700s, though the structure seems to have been repurposed and further added to sometime in the late 1800s. SCP-7440's floors are heavily infused with thaumaturgic and nomenclative hazards, significantly impeding efforts to study the structure. Most notable of these hazards is one causing the degradation of anything containing 2 or more grams of iron.This effect extends to organic matter.; while it is theorized that this hazard was remarkably more potent in the past, due to a lack of maintenance it has become significantly less dangerous. Addendum 7440.1: SCP-7440's Floors SCP-7440's first floor appears to be purposely constructed so as to look abandoned in order to conceal the floors below it, consisting of a single room lined with crude furniture and racks containing empty ration packs. Underneath one of the racks is a wooden hatch leading into the second sublevel, analysis has determined this hatch used to be infused with a nomenclative lock, requiring the utterance of one's name in order for it to be opened; however, this lock seems to have been bypassed through unknown means, as the hatch was found to have been forcibly opened. SCP-7440's second floor consists of a currently unknown number of rooms, as the structure seems to be affected by a spatial anomaly. Entering the floor through the hatch leads to a random room with a door, window, or other means of exit, which invariably leads to another random room within the floor. Numerous rooms contain humanoid cadavers displaying conditions consistent with nomenclative breaches. Only one of the rooms within the floor is known to contain a true exit; a large, crudely made, hole in the floor dug out by an unknown party. SCP-7440's third floor has been thaumaturgically enchanted in order to appear as a large forest with incredibly limited visibility. The floor's actual size is currently unknown, as attempting to navigate it invariably induces confusion and causes subjects to become lost within the room. Multiple deceased humanoids have been found within the floor, attempting to give a designation to those who died here results in intense migraines. The bodies were found to be holding rudimentary thaumaturgic weaponry, along with runes presumed to have been used for defensive purposes. A hatch leading to the fourth floor is hidden underneath shrubbery, the object has been forcibly opened in a similar manner to the first floor's hatch. SCP-7440's fourth floor consists of three small interconnected rooms. Two of these rooms seem to have been used to store rations and grow crops utilizing thaumaturgy. These rooms contain 15 corpses of previous occupants, all found to have been coated with an unknown rust-like substance. The third room is accessed via a broken wooden door, consisting of a hole with a wooden ladder leading to the fifth floor. SCP-7440's fifth floor is a small, dilapidated room containing a crude, unlit fireplace, along with the decayed remains of ten humanoids. Analysis of the cadavers suggests the cause of death was from numerous stab wounds. Items found within the fireplace seem to correspond with the ritual required to enter the undesignated plane, though numerous components are missing. Found next to the fireplace is a felled operative, identification found on the agent corresponds to an outdated task force known to be the precursor to MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"). ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7440" by MrBonesWildRide, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7440. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: SCP-BUNKER Author: Alaska Region U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service License: Public Domain Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/usfws_alaska/39022969014
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SCP-7441
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SCP-7441: I fucking hate horses Author: Deadly Bread Other Articles of Mine SCPs SCP-4966 Rating: 725 SCP-1401-EX Rating: 303 SCP-4052 Rating: 257 SCP-4088 Rating: 234 SCP-5522 Rating: 215 SCP-4109 Rating: 212 SCP-7441 Rating: 137 SCP-5020 Rating: 124 SCP-4035 Rating: 120 SCP-4286 Rating: 119 SCP-4664 Rating: 115 SCP-4270 Rating: 114 SCP-7966 Rating: 107 SCP-3462 Rating: 100 SCP-6663 Rating: 95 SCP-5693 Rating: 63 SCP-6633 Rating: 61 SCP-4570 Rating: 60 SCP-5261 Rating: 59 SCP-444-J Rating: 53 page 1 of 212next » Tales Something Glowing Rating: 180 Log Of Extranormal Events, Vol II Rating: 37 Prelude To Presents Rating: 24 The Bears Rating: 16 Your Memory Forever Seen Rating: 13 Other SCP-005 Proposal Hub Rating: 94 The Bread Box Rating: 92 Secure Facility Dossier: Reliquary Area-27 Rating: 87 Experiment Log-4035 Rating: 71 Collab Articles SCPs Page Title Co-Author SCP-4733 But Not Forgotten Lamentte SCP-5225 The Abyss Stares Back XilasCrowe SCP-5785 Craptivism Sonderance SCP-5993 We want you to come visit Heaven, just don't fuck with those bees ch00bakka Tales Page Co-Author The Bathrooms Wiki Too many to list Snippets of an Unveiled World Nykacolaquantum does not match any existing user name, Lt Flops, IFBench, Westrin Gone, Lamentte Your Imaginary Friend Fishish Check out Deadly Bread's Author Page ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ITEM NUMBER: SCP-7441 LEVEL 4/7441 CONTAINMENT CLASS: THAUMIEL RESTRICTED Standard method of enacting SCP-7441 [Redacted per Ethics Committee request] Special Containment Procedures: Following recent discoveries regarding SCP-7441's perceived limits, on-site testing of SCP-7441 has been postponed indefinitely by Ethics Committee fiat. Further employment of SCP-7441 for use in unrelated research efforts has been limited to methods not covered under Ethics Committee Mandate #117 (regarding the mass exploitation of sentient anomalies), such as ethical euthanization. Description: SCP-7441 is an anomalous method of enhancing measured intelligence through equine violence. While this increase is largely temporary, its effects have been found useful in dealing with accounting, scientific, security, and secretarial work by the Department of Productivity. The exact ratio of harm to mental cognition is currently unknown, however it is believed to be proportional; the complexity and scale of violence a person engages in, the greater increase of cognition experienced, albeit with diminishing returns. Addendum.7441.1: Included below is an extremely truncated record of SCP-7441 tests conducted by Head Researcher Lloyd Haverstrom. Haverstrom was chosen due to ver self-reported lack of empathy towards horses following the resignation of five researchers previously assigned to the project. Subject: Assistant Researcher Byford Stated Goal: Baseline test to determine the average increase of mental acuity. Manner of Violence: Horse was punched in the ribs with moderate force. Result: Attending medical personnel noted that Byford was quick to assess and diagnose the injuries he sustained following the horse's retaliation. Subject: Financial Advisor Kerr Stated Goal: Deal with the increased load of financial strain recently put on Foundation resources. Manner of Violence: Ten horses were placed within a decommissioned public bus, which was sealed, outfitted with explosives, and remotely piloted into a canyon. Result: Kerr was able to file the complete expense reports for both Foundation Site-66 and 53 within the hour, the latter of which being historically difficult to budget for given its focus on SCP-7441 testing. Subject: Containment Associate Ulysses Stated Goal: Outline the future containment efforts of Lunar Area-32. Manner of Violence: Several horses were placed in a high-g centrifuge temporarily acquisitioned from the Department of Space Exploration, originally meant for testing the effects of extreme gravitational force on anomalous materials. Experiment lasted for approximately thirty minutes, as personnel wanted to ensure the total compaction of all equine present. Result: Ulysses was reported to have finalized the containment reports for multiple Keter-class anomalies in the hours following the experiment, as well as drafting a lengthy report regarding the potential launch physics of SCP-6663. The Department of Space Exploration has politely declined offers to return the centrifuge despite multiple attempts at cleaning the interior. Subject: Lead Theological Consultant Boyd Stated Goal: Further advance personal religious studies and scientific research. Manner of Violence: Fifty horses were placed in a sealed containment chamber which was filled with cryogenic fluid. Each of these horses was then individually removed and shattered via high-speed impact with a metal anvil. Due to Boyd's religious background, they were explicitly requested not to perform any funeral rites to prevent the horses from going to heaven. Result: Boyd made significant progress on their report regarding the connection between insects and theological anomalies, although said progress was markedly less notable than previous experiments. Attempts to determine if the benefits of SCP-7441 have plateaued are underway. Registration by Boyd for on-site psychological counseling following testing has been deemed to be unrelated. Subject: Head Researcher Haverstrom Stated Goal: Determine a way of breaching SCP-7441's projected limit. Manner of Violence: Approximately five-hundred horses were dropped by Haverstrom into a machine similar in construction to an oversized trash compactor, retrofitted to act as both a rock crusher and meat grinder by the Foundation Engineering Department.1 Duration of the experiment became much longer than anticipated, as the device required repeated maintenance due to the unforeseen rigidity of horse cadavers. Result: Head Researcher Haverstrom has resigned from the SCP-7441 project. Comments: "This was a bad idea." Footnotes 1. Requests by the department regarding the potential usage of the machine were denied. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7441" by Deadly Bread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7441. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: honse.png Name: Logo of the SCP Foundation Author: Far2 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-7441
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SCP-7441: I fucking hate horses Author: Deadly Bread Other Articles of Mine SCPs SCP-4966 Rating: 725 SCP-1401-EX Rating: 303 SCP-4052 Rating: 257 SCP-4088 Rating: 234 SCP-5522 Rating: 215 SCP-4109 Rating: 212 SCP-7441 Rating: 137 SCP-5020 Rating: 124 SCP-4035 Rating: 120 SCP-4286 Rating: 119 SCP-4664 Rating: 115 SCP-4270 Rating: 114 SCP-7966 Rating: 107 SCP-3462 Rating: 100 SCP-6663 Rating: 95 SCP-5693 Rating: 63 SCP-6633 Rating: 61 SCP-4570 Rating: 60 SCP-5261 Rating: 59 SCP-444-J Rating: 53 page 1 of 212next » Tales Something Glowing Rating: 180 Log Of Extranormal Events, Vol II Rating: 37 Prelude To Presents Rating: 24 The Bears Rating: 16 Your Memory Forever Seen Rating: 13 Other SCP-005 Proposal Hub Rating: 94 The Bread Box Rating: 92 Secure Facility Dossier: Reliquary Area-27 Rating: 87 Experiment Log-4035 Rating: 71 Collab Articles SCPs Page Title Co-Author SCP-4733 But Not Forgotten Lamentte SCP-5225 The Abyss Stares Back XilasCrowe SCP-5785 Craptivism Sonderance SCP-5993 We want you to come visit Heaven, just don't fuck with those bees ch00bakka Tales Page Co-Author The Bathrooms Wiki Too many to list Snippets of an Unveiled World Nykacolaquantum does not match any existing user name, Lt Flops, IFBench, Westrin Gone, Lamentte Your Imaginary Friend Fishish Check out Deadly Bread's Author Page ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ITEM NUMBER: SCP-7441 LEVEL 4/7441 CONTAINMENT CLASS: THAUMIEL RESTRICTED Standard method of enacting SCP-7441 [Redacted per Ethics Committee request] Special Containment Procedures: Following recent discoveries regarding SCP-7441's perceived limits, on-site testing of SCP-7441 has been postponed indefinitely by Ethics Committee fiat. Further employment of SCP-7441 for use in unrelated research efforts has been limited to methods not covered under Ethics Committee Mandate #117 (regarding the mass exploitation of sentient anomalies), such as ethical euthanization. Description: SCP-7441 is an anomalous method of enhancing measured intelligence through equine violence. While this increase is largely temporary, its effects have been found useful in dealing with accounting, scientific, security, and secretarial work by the Department of Productivity. The exact ratio of harm to mental cognition is currently unknown, however it is believed to be proportional; the complexity and scale of violence a person engages in, the greater increase of cognition experienced, albeit with diminishing returns. Addendum.7441.1: Included below is an extremely truncated record of SCP-7441 tests conducted by Head Researcher Lloyd Haverstrom. Haverstrom was chosen due to ver self-reported lack of empathy towards horses following the resignation of five researchers previously assigned to the project. Subject: Assistant Researcher Byford Stated Goal: Baseline test to determine the average increase of mental acuity. Manner of Violence: Horse was punched in the ribs with moderate force. Result: Attending medical personnel noted that Byford was quick to assess and diagnose the injuries he sustained following the horse's retaliation. Subject: Financial Advisor Kerr Stated Goal: Deal with the increased load of financial strain recently put on Foundation resources. Manner of Violence: Ten horses were placed within a decommissioned public bus, which was sealed, outfitted with explosives, and remotely piloted into a canyon. Result: Kerr was able to file the complete expense reports for both Foundation Site-66 and 53 within the hour, the latter of which being historically difficult to budget for given its focus on SCP-7441 testing. Subject: Containment Associate Ulysses Stated Goal: Outline the future containment efforts of Lunar Area-32. Manner of Violence: Several horses were placed in a high-g centrifuge temporarily acquisitioned from the Department of Space Exploration, originally meant for testing the effects of extreme gravitational force on anomalous materials. Experiment lasted for approximately thirty minutes, as personnel wanted to ensure the total compaction of all equine present. Result: Ulysses was reported to have finalized the containment reports for multiple Keter-class anomalies in the hours following the experiment, as well as drafting a lengthy report regarding the potential launch physics of SCP-6663. The Department of Space Exploration has politely declined offers to return the centrifuge despite multiple attempts at cleaning the interior. Subject: Lead Theological Consultant Boyd Stated Goal: Further advance personal religious studies and scientific research. Manner of Violence: Fifty horses were placed in a sealed containment chamber which was filled with cryogenic fluid. Each of these horses was then individually removed and shattered via high-speed impact with a metal anvil. Due to Boyd's religious background, they were explicitly requested not to perform any funeral rites to prevent the horses from going to heaven. Result: Boyd made significant progress on their report regarding the connection between insects and theological anomalies, although said progress was markedly less notable than previous experiments. Attempts to determine if the benefits of SCP-7441 have plateaued are underway. Registration by Boyd for on-site psychological counseling following testing has been deemed to be unrelated. Subject: Head Researcher Haverstrom Stated Goal: Determine a way of breaching SCP-7441's projected limit. Manner of Violence: Approximately five-hundred horses were dropped by Haverstrom into a machine similar in construction to an oversized trash compactor, retrofitted to act as both a rock crusher and meat grinder by the Foundation Engineering Department.1 Duration of the experiment became much longer than anticipated, as the device required repeated maintenance due to the unforeseen rigidity of horse cadavers. Result: Head Researcher Haverstrom has resigned from the SCP-7441 project. Comments: "This was a bad idea." Footnotes 1. Requests by the department regarding the potential usage of the machine were denied. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7441" by Deadly Bread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7441. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: honse.png Name: Logo of the SCP Foundation Author: Far2 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-7442
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apollyon
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No More Second Chances. close Info X SCP-7442: Extinction, Her Noble Warriors Author: Arclund ⚠️ Content warning: Body Horror, Fungus, Parasitism, Maiming, Gore, Suicide ⚠️ content warning BY ORD3R OF ERROR The 4ol1owing fil3 is Level 4/7442 class-fied. Unauthorized acces-Overridden. 7442 Item#: 7442 Level4 Secondary Class: apollyon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo No More Second Chances. The following file may contain out-of-date information and is being revie- Upload Commencing. For a brief moment, the ocean flared green worldwide, an algae bloom of unprecedented proportions. An earthquake shook apart the Golden Gate. A wildfire consumed kilometers of palm oil plantations in Indonesia yet left the nearby jungle unharmed. Snow buried Cairo and clung on for days. We should have recognized the patterns for what they were. Our first and only warning. That she had grown tired of us. Yet, we were too blind to see the connections. Too used to the world rebelling against Human interference. If you are reading this, know that you have to do better. [] HER STONE SKIN HER BILLOWING BREATH HER ICHTHYIC ICHOR HER FIRST AND LAST HER STOLEN SPARK HER Her Stone Skin Entry Uploading 17% [] Defunct Prometheus Lab Bunker Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7442 SCP-7442-Gamma, resides within a defunct Prometheus Labs bunker just south of the Chicxulub Crater on the Yucatan Peninsula, Mexico. Amnestics are authorized for use on civilians within 200 meters of the bunker's entrance. The surrounding area is designated as government property. The anomaly is contained within an organically constructed cavern, held in place by a mixture of thaumaturgic runes and mechanized chains made from an unknown polymer. The chains are in a constant state of self-repair and must be checked daily for any signs of lasting degradation. As a precaution, individuals with Thaumic abilities should remain within the presence of wards three or more times a week. Baseline empowering rituals should keep the wards steady until the bunker's hidden thaumic generator is discovered. MTF Zeta-9 "Molerats" and MTF Eta-5 "Jäeger Bombers" are onsite. The former is to continue the exploration of the bunker and the dialogue with SCP-7442-Gamma. The latter are on call if the entity breaches its current containment. Description: SCP-7442-Gamma, is a rough-hew stone statue with jade eyes that contain an internal radiance, of an unknown species of Ceratopsian, with features combining Triceratops horridus1, Styracosaurus albertensis2, and Pachyrhinosaurus canadensis3. The entity has since been classified as a Thaumic LSA(Large-Scale Aggressor). Sketch of SCP-7442-Gamma It stands 19 meters tall and is approximately double that in length. It weighs upwards of 181 metric tons. Its body is composed of various earth minerals but resembles suevites4 in appearance. Outside of its restraints, the entity is capable of a full breadth of motile functions, including lying down, standing, and even rearing on its hind legs. The entity has thaumaturgic control over stones, sands, clays of various chemical makeup, and numerous ferrous and nonferrous metals. The true breadth of its geokinetic abilities is unknown at this time. Yet, it can mold and shape the aforementioned materials into several forms, setting them into motion without any outward signs of concentration. Update To Entry: SCP 7442-Gamma: The entity's destructive capability far outstripped initial estimates. Defensive capabilities enable it to shift its chemical composition to mimic a number of metals and minerals, as well as transmute the stone around it to mimic the same properties. These include numerous toxic heavy metals, which appear to have a heightened deleterious effect on humans in their vicinity. Its geokinetic abilities are found to directly terraform the land surrounding it up to fifty kilometers away, with the most common examples being earthquakes exceeding 9.0 on the Richter Scale. It can comprehend and communicate in at least twelve different languages, including languages that resemble reconstructions of proto-Mayan, Yucatec Mayan, Spanish, English, and French. Following a number of odd weather phenomena, the Foundation was drawn to Cicxulub Puerto following a Category 6.3 earthquake. Initial Investigations led to the discovery of the bunker. The bunker was previously hidden by the usage of an unknown memetic agent that has since become inoperable. Foundation personnel have begun converting the bunker into a working base of operations while mapping out the numerous defunct tunnels. Initial estimates have the bunker covering at least twenty hectares. Incident Reports, Initial Discovery, and Interrogation Logs are as follows: Climate Crisis Incident Reports. 8 June 202█ Oceans across the globe experience brief but expansive algae bloom that color large sections a deep jade green for a period of one week—signs of environmental interference at the hands of anomalous entities or GOI under investigation. 16 June 202█ A category 8.5 earthquake strikes the Bay Area doing considerable structural damage to the Golden Gate Bridge, which has been closed for reconstruction. Initial investigation has it being a nonanomalous occurrence. 14 July 202█ A wildfire in Indonesia consumes several palm oil plantations. Approximately 56 hectares. Notably, the surrounding jungle is left largely untouched. Preliminary investigation places blame on unseasonably dry conditions and speculation of eco-terrorism. 23 Oct. 202█ 30.48 centimeters of snow blankets the Egyptian cities of Cairo, Alexandria, and Giza, and uncommonly chill temperatures(-7.22222°C) see it remain for around five days. The occurrence is believed to follow the increasing pattern of climate fluctuations and is not from an anomalous source. 16 Dec. 202█ A category 6.3 earthquake strikes Chicxulub Puerto. Residents reported that a bunker had "appeared overnight" on the nearby beach following the earthquake. MTF Zeta-9 is sent to investigate. + Discovery of SCP-7442-Gamma: Upload 85%, Data Corruption Detected - Hide Initial Prometheus Labs Bunker Exploration/Discovery of SCP-7442 Date: 18 Dec. 202█ Exploration Team: MTF Zeta-9 Subject: PL Containment Bunker Sysiphun-3 Team Lead: Commander Gregor Jakobson Team Members: Agent Eliza Amata (Demolitions), Agent Malik Waller (Tech), Agent Dacey Morales (Thaumaturge). This log is a collection of footage from the agents' body cameras. [BEGIN LOG] The four agents are standing outside the entrance to the bunker. In the distance, Foundation crews can be seen setting up the perimeter fence. Agent Amata is checking the entrance itself. The Commander and Agent Morales are overlooking Agent Waller as he examines something set into the sand. Commander Jakobson: Right, we take this slow. Interior might still be unstable from the quake, and I don't want to go down as the Rat that got his squad KIA by rock fall. Agent Waller: Still looking to find Valhalla, unlike the rest of us vermin, eh Cap? A few of the other agents laugh as Agent Waller bends down to investigate a cylindrical object sticking out of the sand a meter from the exterior of the bunker. Commander Jakobson: I did not come as far as I have to die to such indignity. Now tell me what you've found, Waller. Agent Waller: Would you take 'I don't know' as a fulfilling answer? Jakobson stares flatly at Waller Agent Waller: Didn't think so. Well, so far as my little friend here and I can figure- He holds up the built-in scanner attached to his wrist. Agent Waller: These are memetic perception filters with a funny little maker's mark. He tugs the cylinder out of the ground, frayed wires emerging from the sand, and holds it out to the commander. On the side is a set of hands holding a flame surrounding an atom. Commander Jakobson: Prometheus Labs. Morales, take a look. Agent Morales accepts the perception filter and turns it over, hands faintly shimmering with light. She looks up and shakes her head. Agent Morales: Dead, maybe from the quake or perhaps for a while, but whatever energy might have been placed in these is long gone. The commander nods towards the entrance. Commander Jakobson: And the bunker? Kneeling, she places her hands against the ground, breathing in deeply, and her eyes are caught briefly shining green in the camera. She looks up to the commander. Agent Morales: There is definitely something down there, a ward, I think, but what it's holding back, I won't be able to tell till we get closer. Commander Jakobson: Right, Amata, status? Agent Amata: Think she's sturdy, Boss. If I have to bust out a Boomer or two, maybe not so sturdy. Gonna need eyes on all her nooks and crannies. Since she's still sealed up tight, probably gonna be looking at the foul stuff. Commander Jakobson: Right, masks up and oxygen running, people. Odin willing, I want to be back topside by dinnertime. Agent Waller: Oh, to have your confidence, sir. Commander Jakobson: Can it, Waller. The bunker's interior is caked in rust, the floor covered in the faintest hint of groundwater, and stalactites reach down from the ceiling. A light flickers at the end of a long hallway leading down to a flight of stairs. Agent Waller: So, anything we should know about Prometheus before we delve too far down, sir? Such as if they enjoy traps like some of our other playmates? Commander Jakobson: Not sure, but if they are, be mindful. It's certain to be something cutting edge even with all this decay. Agent Amata: Cutting edge in what sense, Boss? Commander Jakobson: Take your pick. They were mad scientists always attempting to push the boundaries of what was possible. Biological, mechanical, and thaumatological, they had thumbs in every pie they could find and then some. Supposedly figured out stable time travel before they went under. Sold to damn near everyone: GOC, Insurgency, Mana, everyone 'cept us. Far as I recall, we never came to blows, even took on staff after they went under, but I wouldn't call us friends. Agent Amata: You say that like the Foundation has friends, Cap. Commander Jakobson: Touché. Miss them, though. They kept things simple. Agent Waller: You just said they were time travelers. Jakobson chuckles and shakes his head. Commander Jakobson: You knew what you were getting into, unlike some of the new blood, like the damn Fif- Agent Morales: Commander. Agent Morales points her flashlight at a decayed mural resting above the stairs. It depicts the Foundation logo held within the Promethean flame with smeared writing underneath it outside of the words Sysiphun-3. Agent Amata: What was that about knowing what you were getting? As the team crested the steps, a series of sleek automated turrets had dropped from the ceiling and opened fire. The next thirty minutes of footage are unusable due to the rapid movement and gunfire. Clarity returns to find the MTF standing in a central laboratory. A set of large metal tables rests in the center of the room, covered in moldering paper and aged books. A large door sits between two large tinted windows in the center of the far wall. Several computer terminals rest against the left and righthand walls. Agent Waller has opened one up and is busy with the internal wiring. Commander Jakobson is patching Agent Amata against one of the tables. Agent Amata has received a wound to the knee and upper abdomen—Commander Jakobson to the shoulder and his right forearm. Agent Morales stands before one of the tinted windows, staring outward, her camera catching her reflection with fresh damage across her chest armor. Agent Waller: Work you fu- There is a spark, and power is restored to the room. The computer terminals flash on, bathing the room in blue light, and the sound of air beginning to funnel into the room picks up. Agent Waller shakes his hands and starts rapidly typing at the computer. Agent Waller: Let's see what we have… After a few keystrokes, holographic displays begin to spark to life, guttering, and many failing, but all of them are filled with depictions of natural disasters, extinction events, and ecology trends. Agent Waller: Looks like they tried to wipe whatever notes they had before leaving this place. Can try and salvage what's left. Commander Jakobson: Anything we can bring back is better than nothing, Morales. What have you got? She turns to look at him, her hands pressed flat against the glass, once more her eyes flaring briefly green on the camera. Agent Morales: Whatever they were working on is beyond this door, enough thaumic energy bleeding through to make my teeth ache. Commander Jakobson: Which means we've likely got some form of pissed-off Skip waiting for us on the other side. Agent Waller: So, we're gonna do like every Molerat ever, and die on our feet, right Cap? Agent Waller sits at the terminal for approximately three minutes before finding the door controls. As he enters the code, a holographic message flairs across the windows before Agent Morales. ?N/GA1A;8!0 Reaching For Fire Ever Got Us Burned. Begone Icarus. Before You Send the Boulder Rolling Back Down the Hill. Too Many Doors Lie Open. Do Not Step Through. You Open the Road To Ex7>,!tN8'?W [] The message collapses into fracturing code, and the door slides open. The Agents enter with weapons raised. Inside is a broad, natural cavern, and in the middle, amid a circle of glowing green runes and chained by twitching shackles of shifting polymer, is the vast stature of a ceratopsian dinosaur. Agent Amata: A statue? Agent Waller: Well…it was nice knowing all of you. Commander Jakobson: Cut the chatter. Morales? Agent Morales has taken several steps further into the room. Her rifle lowers, eyes locked on the large entity, one hand reaching out as if to touch it. Commander Jakobson: Morales! She turns, blinking in confusion, back towards the rest of the MTF. Shifting stone echoes about the cavern as the entity opens its eyes, revealing two glowing pieces of jade. Commander Jakobson: Skítur. Back up! The MTF raises its weapons as the entity shifts its stance, pulling at the shifting chains and lowering its head to look closer at the retreating Morales. It opens its beak and begins to speak, a low rumbling voice echoing about the cavern. Morales perks up as it changes language. Commander Jakobson: What is it saying? Agent Morales: Hello. [END LOG] After the initial contact, the team leaves the bunker and reports its findings to the lead researcher, Dr. Erende. The decision is made for the team to reenter the bunker and attempt to open a dialogue with the entity after examinations show no sign of memetic influence. It appears to understand attempts to converse with it yet prefers responding in Yucatec Mayan, with Agent Morales functioning as a translator. + Initial Interview: Upload Complete - Hide Interviewed: SCP-7442-Gamma. Interviewer: Agent Dacey Morales Foreword: Initial interrogation of SCP-7442-Gamma. <Begin Log, 9:30, 18 Dec. 202█> SCP-7442-Gamma is seen testing its restraints before looking up to stare at the returning team. Agent Morales: Do you understand me? SCP-7442-Gamma: Yes. Agent Morales: How is that? How are you able to speak? SCP-7442-Gamma: Through Her and through You. Your ancestors spoke through wind, upon wave, and before crackling fire. Their voices resonate still deep beneath the Earth. Agent Morales: Are you a guardian of this Land? SCP-7442-Gamma: I am this Land and its guardian. All Land. Her stone skin given purpose. Agent Morales: Who is this "her" you speak of? SCP-7442-Gamma: The One From Whence We All Came, Child of Prometheus. Agent Morales is silent for a moment, turning to look at the rest of the team. Agent Morales: Do you mean Ixchel, Mother Nature? The entity shifts its stance, stepping closer as if attempting to see her better. The chains retract after getting within five meters of her. SCP-7442-Gamma: You do not wear their mark. They did not listen. Will these listen? I cannot hear Her. It…is it already, too… The entity rambles softly to itself for another minute. The other members, looking to Morales as the entity seems increasingly agitated. Agent Morales: We are not from Prometheus Labs, if that is what you are wondering. Did they put you here? The entity turns back to her slowly. SCP-7442-Gamma: No, they found me here and locked me away behind whispered words and aberrant locks. It takes one of the chains in its beak. SCP-7442-Gamma: I was not yet ready. It was not yet Time. But I could feel what they had done. How they betrayed Her. Agent Morales: Betrayed her how? The entity stares at her silently. Agent Morales looks to the others, the commander nodding for her to continue their original line of questioning. Agent Morales: What are you? SCP-7442-Gamma sighs and closes its eyes. The cavern begins to rumble and draw inward towards the entity. The MTF raise their weapons, but the rumbling ceases, the drawn rocks rolling to a stop as it reopens its eyes. SCP-7442-Gamma: Once I was simply the last of my kind, I did not understand what had happened. By Her hand, I was made to be more. Agent Morales: And what are you now? SCP-7442-Gamma: Waiting. Agent Morales: For? SCP-7442-Gamma closes its eyes once more and becomes still, a gentle rumble shaking the cavern as its feet appear to root in place. <End Log, 9:42, 18 Dec. 202█> Closing Statement: Following the interview, the decision was made to delve deeper into Sysiphun-3, seeking to recover any further information that Prometheus Labs had left behind and continue observation and containment of SCP-7442-Gamma. Her Billowing Breath Entry Uploading 33% [] Error Data Breach Ongoing: Major File Corruption. Re:SUBJECT To: U8?1F)0 From: Dr. Elisabet Subject: Subject Delta. O-ur work here-compl.ted. The final lock turned to contain yet another of her w-ar10[;. The boulder cont-8YJ-s rolling up. We need s—ply set T1Resius and pray that Iracus never interfere. The Deucal-8[1hjshf7!-must continue.0818829!) must attempt to catch the Wind. Youngest Chil0". B1-t3r Bor0-eus.Typ0n Protocols still in 8uh!:?. If we fail: EXTINCTION AR!SES. We have long chain3ed FIRE our for-7;-earer's gift. We will-)042(-what has begun. Description: SCP-7442-Delta resembles a male Homo neanderthalensis, dressed in white furs and pelts, wearing a mask shaped to look like an antlered Bubo scandiacus5. Closer inspection reveals that the entity is actually formed of tightly circuiting wind currents, excluding its luminescent jade eyes. Sketch of SCP-7442-Delta It has been found to disincorporate and incorporate in less than a second. Starting in a standing position, it has been found to move at speeds up to 300 km per hour. The upper thresholds of its speed are not yet known. Offensive capabilities include the spontaneous manifestations of EF5 winds on top of various weather phenomena, the creation of embolisms in human bloodstreams, and the explosive depressurization of an individual's lungs. The entity has a preference for cold weather events. It has produced gusts of glacial wind that have been recorded to match -195.8°C. This anomalous wind notably only damages non-organic material, namely manmade structures, excluding human flesh. Mass pollination events occur following SCP-7442-Delta’s departure from an area. The entity is impervious to harm by nonanamolous weaponry. Thaumic abilities seem to be able to stave it off but have not been found to do long-term damage. It shows the same linguistic abilities as SCP-7442-Gamma, though it is theorized that it understands all known spoken languages, as Agents reported that they heard their native tongue when it spoke. Approximately three months into the containment of SCP-7442-Gamma, Sysiphun-3 came under siege following a breakthrough in the investigation of the site's databanks. The Salvaged Information, Containment Breach, and ensuing Incident Reports are as follows: Salvaged Sysiphun Data High-Priority Investigation: Foundation Cooperation: Sysiphun-3 shows signs of an agreement between the Foundation and Prometheus Labs. All information regarding said agreement has been scrubbed from Foundation Systems. (Running Trace for any information regarding this "Deal," Primary Priority.) SCP-7442-Gamma: Information pulled from salvaged files has been integrated into the Foundation file. Referred to in PL documentation as a "Typhon-Class" Thaumic Entity. (I'm running a trace on "Typhon-Class," but the bunker's systems are still not even working at 20%, Secondary Priority) Subject Delta: Another "Typhon-Class Entity. All other information is currently too degraded to scrub for information. (Tertiary Priority) Dr. Elisabet: The scientific lead in charge of the Sysiphun Protocol. Outside of heavily degraded emails, information is scarce. Project Tiresias: Cordons of Perception Filters, alloys used in manufacturing, show that they were meant to last for centuries, if not millennia. They produced a cognitohazardous signal powerful enough to evade Foundation sensors for at least several decades, if not longer, on top of more localized sensory filters. (The other bunkers are likely situated with similar cordons). SCP-7442-?: An organic substance recovered from within one of the defunct Tiresias Perception Filters. Tests are Ongoing. Low-Priority Investigation: Sysiphun-3: A containment bunker and research facility meant to protect Subject Gamma from discovery by other Typhon-Class Thaumic Entities. Sysiphun-2: Similar facility, occupant currently unknown. (Running Trace on Location, fragmented data places it somewhere in Shanghai Municipality. Sysiphun-1: Yet another facility, occupant currently unknown.(Running Trace on Location, data heavily damaged, current estimates: Eastern Seaboard of the United States.) Unnamed Prometheus Labs Facility: File degradation is severe at the time of reporting, yet what little could be uncovered places the facility somewhere within Los Angeles. Project Deucal: Another facet of the Sysiphun Protocol, files are heavily degraded at the time of reporting. (I'm not even sure if that is the correct file name.) + Sysiphun-3 Containment Breach: Upload Complete - Close Date: 21 March 202█ Subject: SCP-7442-Gamma On-Site Staff: Dr. Armando Erende (Current Site Lead.), Commander Gregor Jakobson(Site Defense), Agent Eliza Amata(Exploration Lead), Agent Malik Waller (Tech), Agent Dacey Morales(Thaumaturge), Agent Bernard "Briar" McDaren (MTF-Eta-5 Member). [BEGIN LOG] Looking disgruntled, Dr. Erende enters the central lab, joining Commander Jakobson, Agent McDaren, and Agent Waller. The latter is situated at the main table, an expansive computer system linking to several of the built-in terminals. The others are located next to the observation windows. SCP-7442-Gamma can be seen beyond, lying down. Dr. Erende: You required my presence? Agent Waller: That I did, Doc. He nods at the computers, where a program is nearing completion. Agent Waller: Nearly done scrubbing another bit of PL's Dirty Laundry, which is just the cherry on top since I've got the report you were waiting for regarding the Tiresias. He slides a file down the table towards Dr. Erende. The doctor takes it and looks at the other two individuals in the room. Dr. Erende: Why are you two here? Commander Jakobson: Waller claims the information he scrounged is a security concern. Agent McDaren: Following orders, sir. He taps the glass, and SCP-7442-Gamma can be seen briefly looking in their direction. Agent McDaren: Have to keep an eye on our peacekeeper, don't we? Dr. Erende looks toward one of the monitors showing the inside of SCP-7442-Gamma's containment chamber. Seated on the ground before it is Agent Morales and a chessboard. Dr. Erende: She's still in there? Commander Jakobson: Rituals take time. Especially if you are required to disguise it as a game. That ward fails… Agent Waller: No fucking clue what happens. She answers its questions, works her mojo, and it stays calm. Dr. Erende: Highly irregular. Commander Jakobson: I don't like it either, sir. But it's the best the Seers have for us at the moment. Dr. Erende: I would think finding the facility's power center would take precedence. Commander Jakobson: Agent Amata is currently leading another foray as we speak. Prometheus built this place like a maze. Dr. Erende nods and opens the file, looking over the information Agent Waller had uncovered. Dr. Erende: So these weren’t constructed to keep out civilians or other Groups of Interest? Agent Waller: Not even us, their bedeviled Icarus, no, this was meant to keep out something they classified as a "Typhon-Class" Thaumic Entity. Whomever 'ol Liz was, she really went in on the Ancient Greek, don't you think, even when it comes to PL in general. Dr. Erende: Typhon was an entity Gaia created to slay the Greek Gods after their apparent betrayal. He was to be the end of the world. Agent McDaren: Isn't the big boulder bastard behind me keen on 'Mother Earth'? Agent Waller: Exactly. Plus, according to Morales, it mentioned some form of betrayal during their first heart-to-heart. Dr. Erende: Then we need to take precautions and start actual testing like I suggested months ag- Commander Jakobson: You want to start prodding a possible apocalypse engine over the rantings of a woman who sounds like she was bedeviled long before Prometheus went under? Agent McDaren: That's the eggs' modus oprendi. We die in the dark so that they can play in the shadows. Erende bristles but holds his tongue as the three MTF glare at him flatly Agent Waller: She calls us Icarus for a reason, folks. Dr. Erende: Yes, that incessant terminology, yet there is evidence that this location and the linked locales you told me about are signs of a joint project between the Labs and Foundation. Have you made any further ground in that line of inquiry? Waller gestures to the compiling data. Agent Waller: I have, but you can bet your doctorate that even if I can scrounge anything up in this latest pass, it'll be locked down tighter than Site-19. But that isn't why I asked the Doc here or you, Commander. We've got a more pressing concern. Subject Delta. Erende looks back down at the notes Dr. Erende: Another Typhon Class? And why those designations? Are they numerical in connotation? Agent Waller: Correct on both accounts. As for the designations, I was able to piece together that the document was demarcated by age. Specifically, the designations seem to be linked to extinction events in Earth's history. Funny tidbit when it comes to our big friend back there, Liz has his designation tied to the ol' KT6. The others stare at him silently. Agent Waller: I thought it was funny anyway. But with that in mind, it's a pretty easy conclusion to make; we're looking at similar entities being held at the other Sysiphun buildings. Agent McDaren: So, we've got a magic dinosaur linked to the disaster that killed them all. Agent Waller: And others are waiting for us in their own pretty packaging. Probably. Agent McDaren: But what about Delta? Higher number, lower on the time scale? Agent Waller: I think, far as I can tell, it never got nabbed, so there isn't much to go on, but history isn't in my wheelhouse. What about you, Doc? Dr. Erende rubs his chin and stares into the middle distance. Dr. Erende: It could be the Holocene, though I am uncertain if- Commander Jackobson steps forward. Commander Jackobson: I don't wish to interrupt, but were numerical designations the "pressing concerns" you had? Waller pauses and nods, flicking other pages open on the screens. Agent Waller: Right, seems like Tiresias, the precep-filters, were created to keep out other Typhons. Likely, this Subject Delta. The reports I was able to scrounge together made them seem foolproof. Since I started looking into Prometheus, that kinda talk pops up a lot, but I’ve looked over the tech, and I have to hand it to them. These should have lasted for a lot longer than they apparently did. Commander Jackobson: What stopped them? Agent Waller: This. He taps a key, and the other monitors gleam with several pictures of a viscous green-black liquid. He glances back to Erende. Agent Waller: Had some of your kinda eggheads, take a peek, and lo and behold, it’s organic. Mostly, hints of all kinds of biomass, all wrapped up in a sticky, tar-covered package. Dr. Erende: They were undone… by tar. Agent Waller: Persistent living tar. Commander Jackobson: Have you found any more? Agent Waller: Just found out this morning, but the other techs are cautiously cracking open the other filters. Dr. Erende: But you think whatever is creating it is Subject Delta? The computer chimes, and several pages of salvaged documentation, graphs, and data appears across the screen. Agent Waller: We'll find out in a minute. [Simultaneously, this conversation is recovered from within SCP-7442-Gamma's containment chamber]. SCP-7442-Gamma: Are we to simply sit in silence this day? Agent Morales looks up at it as its green eyes gleam, moving a chess piece of solid marble to counter her latest move. Her eyes and hands glow as she concentrates on funneling energy into the runes. Agent Morales: Do you wish me to ask you questions? SCP-7442-Gamma: With Prometheus, the questions never ceased. Until the day they vanished. Agent Morales: Why did they leave? SCP-7442-Gamma shifts and stares at her silently for about a minute, its eyes flicking toward the many cameras. SCP-7442-Gamma: The others listen? Agent Morales: Always. We can play in silence. SCP-7442-Gamma: I've had enough of silence. It won't matter much longer. Agent Morales: What do you mean? The entity ignores her question to answer the previous one. SCP-7442-Gamma: To hunt another like me. To cage them. Inaudible to Agent Morales and those within the lab, another voice speaks. Unknown: They failed. Agent Morales: Why? SCP-7442-Gamma: Why do you? Fear? Control? Safety? Agent Morales is silent for a moment. Agent Morales: There are more of you? Unknown: Yes. SCP-7442-Gamma: Yes. Agent Morales: What are you? The entity shifts again, and the faintest hint of ice can be seen forming on the edges of the ventilation systems within the cavern and the lab, unnoticed by the personnel. SCP-7442-Gamma: We spoke before of my creator. Unknown: Why are you bothering? Agent Morales: Mother Earth? SCP-7442-Gamma: She had many children, and a few rose to be much like you. Unknown: Better than them. Agent Morales freezes as she places another chess piece down. Agent Morales: What… do you mean? SCP-7442-Gamma: That question has many answers, but I will choose to say magic was not born with the advent of your people. I could not recognize it then, but She had made such wonders. Until…my time ended. I as I am followed. To help seal Her wounds and strengthen Her flesh so that life could bloom once more. Agent Morales: That is the purpose of you and the others like you? Unknown: Wait and see. SCP-7442-Gamma: We were to be more than just her children. Her Guardians, Her… friends, across the ages as She grew and learned. Unknown: Then why didn't she listen? SCP-7442-Gamma: Hold your tongue! The room rocks, and the temperature in the base begins to decline slowly. The tremor catches the attention of the other staff members, with Agent McDaren moving into the room. Agent McDaren: What's going on? The entity ignores him, keeping its gaze locked on Agent Morales. Agent Morales: Who are you speak- SCP-7442-Gamma: I must ask you something. The Agents exchange glances, and Morales turns back to the entity. SCP-7442-Gamma: What do you know of Extinction? Morales appears confused and takes a moment to answer. Agent Morales: I think… it is a tragedy, but perhaps a necessary one. Time goes on, quirks of fate leading to new life surviving to overtake the old-a Cycle. The entity begins to stand, its eyes still burrowing into her. SCP-7442-Gamma: And nothing should be done to answer it? Agent Morales: I don't know about what came before…but I think what is happening today could be prevented if you understand what I mean. You've been down here for quite some time. The Foundation could… it should do something. Agent McDaren: Morales, what are you doing? SCP-7442-Gamma stretches. SCP-7442-Gamma: I believe you. Agent Morales: You believe me? SCP-7442-Gamma: Deceit lies in the heart. I feel all heartbeats…but one is missing. SCP-7442-Gamma shakes itself as if relieving an itch, and the entire room quakes, nearly sending Morales and McDaren to the ground. SCP-7442-Gamma: But a tragedy requires intervention. A lesson Prometheus believes it had learned. That your Foundation believes it knows. Yet this… stagnation demands our response. In the lab, Agent Waller finishes reading the information. His eyes widen and he leaps to his feet. Agent Waller: Get her out of there! McDaren grabs Morales's arm and begins to pull her back. Agent Morales: The ritual?! Agent Waller: Hasn't been working. It's played u- Their comms crackle to life, the voice of one of the topside agents coming through. Unnamed Agent: Sir, this is topside. It's started snowing, and there is someone on the perimet— The agent lets out a strangled gasp as something begins choking the life out of them. SCP-7442-Gamma's eyes start glowing intensely as they still focus on Morales. SCP-7442-Gamma: I wish we had more time. But this stagnation must cease. You… so many of you don't deserve what is to come. Agent Morales: What? Another entity manifests within the cavern, seeping through the ventilation system. SCP-7442-Delta rises, sending a cascade of freezing air across the other entity's bonds. McDaren pushes Morales back and opens fire on the new entity. The bullets of his thaumically-enhanced rifle pass right through it. SCP-7442-Gamma: The End. SCP-7442-Delta: A long time coming. Agent Waller scrambles to download the information on his system as Morales and McDaren rush back into the the lab. The door slams shut behind them. Dr. Erende darts into the outer hall, looking around, panicked. The Commander unholsters his weapon as the room begins to shake and and quake. The sound of wrenching metal and shifting earth echoes around them. Agent Amata comes around the corner, heavily wounded, armed with a grenade launcher. Through the windows, the form of SCP-7442-Gamma can be seen wrenching itself free. SCP-7442-Delta dissipates and races toward the door as a swirling mass of wind and snow. Ice begins to form around the edges of the windows. Agent Amata: What… what hit us? Agent Waller: A fucking demigod! Commander Jackobson: We're leaving. Now. The temperature drops in the room as the chilling mist begins to filter in through the ventilation system. It begins to take the form of multiple instances of SCP-7442-Delta. The camera lens crack and distort, capturing that Agent Morales is the last to leave the room—green light glints in her eyes as she makes eye contact with the incorporating entity. A hail of gunfire follows, and the entity can be heard laughing as the screen goes black. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Sysiphun-3 was utterly destroyed by the ensuing earthquake. 23 Foundation personnel were killed during the event, with 37 more surviving the incident with significant injuries. Both entities vanished after emerging from the ruined facility, enduring suppressive fire from surviving MTF members with no sign of damage. SCP-7442 Emergent Incidents Chicxulub Puerto Incident (21 March 202█) Entities: SCP-7442-Gamma, SCP-7442-Delta Taking place concurrently with the Containment Breach, the small town is struck with -28.8°C temperatures, 80 kph winds, heavy snowfall, and a category 7.8 earthquake. Power, sanitation, and transportation facilities are utterly destroyed, and a portion of the port district sinks into the waves. The Ethics Committee begins a dialogue of offering aid to the city through a number of shell charities. The Merida Incident (22 March 202█) Entities: SCP-7442-Gamma, SCP-7442-Delta The entities briefly emerge in Merida, shifting the natural disaster's focal point with them. A brief conflict arises between the entities, leading to the destruction of the Cathedral of Merida. SCP-7442-Gamma leaves. SCP-7442-Delta remains, creating a massive blizzard. Temperatures drop to -35.6°C, with near 0 visibility and dropping 1.219 meters of snow in the span of an hour. MTF Delta-14 is sent to confront the entity, yet it dissipates after the initial engagement, which led to the death of 4 of the squad's members. Boring Incident (24 March 202█) Entities: SCP-7442-Gamma SCP-7442-Gamma manifests on the grounds of Wilson's Wildlife Solutions(GoI-466). It wanders the area for a period of one hour, causing a great deal of structural damage as if hunting for something. No personnel are injured during the manifestation period. Audio records the word "Apologies." coming from the entity. It then demanifests after bowing to the current director of GoI-466. The Tripartite Manifestation (26 March 202█) Entities: SCP-7442-Gamma, SCP-7442-Delta The entities manifest within three secure Foundation sites in Costa Rica, Borneo, and the Congo at the same time. All personnel at each site are restrained or incapacitated without a single casualty. They are rendered unconscious by a rapid change in air pressure or held in place with earthen bonds. The entities entered the central chambers of each site and reports claim that SCP-7442-Gamma began weeping with SCP-7442-Delta offering consolidation. Audio equipment at the Costa Rica site captured the following statement: SCP-7442-Gamma: I had hoped… but no longer. All manifestations of each entity proceeded to vanish. Her Ichthyic Ichor Entry Uploading 50% [] Error Data Breach Ongoing: Compensating File Corruption. Re:SUBJECT To: 0-ja25![ From: Dr. Elisabet Subject: A Reimagining of History. You came to us with a problem. We have offered a solution. But with every stroke of genius, as I am sure you are well aware, new issues arise. 4 Problems, as it were. Curious things, but I assure you it will not halt our progress. Though their emergence opens up a curious line of thinking, which I believe you will appreciate. We have always known Thaumaturgy and Mythos were just unexplored facets of what is fact. And I think it was foolish of us not to consider that myth can extend as far back as what we define as common knowledge. Common knowledge states a meteor killed the dinosaurs. But we must seek a deeper truth: “What drew it to our celestial shores?” Chance, coincidence, I hear you say. Coincidence is just another word for miracle4. And miracles are simply misunderstood truths. And the truth is always stranger. And what the truth appears to be is emerging all around us. I have to thank you, my friend, for the curious realignment of knowledge you have allowed us to pursue in hunting for your Future. Do not fear. As every, Our Guiding Light will see the problem through. Archived Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7442-Beta was contained within Prometheus Labs Containment Facility Sysiphun-2. The facility was inside a pocket dimension embedded within the Oriental Pearl TV Tower in Shanghai, with the aid of the Kuiyang Sect. Tiresias Perception Filters similar to those found at Sysiphun-3 were discovered in similar states of ongoing disrepair. The entity's containment chamber was a 200-by-80-meter cylinder crafted of polycarbonate glass and titanium alloy reinforced with thaumic runes. A failsafe was discovered that would cause the structure to be teleported into another reality if the cell was breached. However, failure of upkeep degraded the thaumic protection to the point the entity was able to escape during the Foundation's exploration of Sysiphun-2. Description: SCP-7442-Beta resembles a hybrid between Dimetrodon limbatus7 and Dunkleosteus terrelli8 made entirely of water, with the exception of its glowing jade eyes. It most commonly manifests at approximately 74 meters in length. Sketch of SCP-7442-Beta The entity has been classified as a Thaumic LSA. It is transparent, granting it a modicum of invisibility. It has similar disincorporation abilities to SCP-7442-Delta. It is aquakinetic, able to shape and manipulate water in several ways. However, it most commonly manifests its abilities in water-based natural disasters: floods, hurricanes (when in tandem with SCP-7442-Delta), and tsunamis. The upper limit of its aquakinesis is not yet known. On its emergence, it manifested a wave bordering 120 meters tall. It has stuck to the coasts but can manifest in any body of water worldwide and form a barrier out of it, telekinetically carrying itself through the air. Any water manipulated by SCP-7442-Beta undergoes an immediate algae bloom, which draws in multitudes of aquatic and semi-aquatic life that readily begin to consume the algae regardless of baseline consumption, with no apparent ill effects. The entity has the same immunities as displayed by previous instances of SCP-7442. + Sysiphun-2 Exploration Log: Upload Complete - Close Date: 31 March 2021 Exploration Team: Sysiphun Investigatory Taskforce Subject: Sysiphun-2 Team Lead: Commander Gregor Jakobson Team Members: Agent Eliza Amata, Agent Malik Waller, Agent Dacey Morales, Agent Bernard "Briar" McDaren. [BEGIN LOG] 4:42 AM CST-Numerous Foundation armed forces are observed moving about the snow-choked streets around the base of Oriental Pearl TV Tower. Agent Amata and Agent Morales are seen moving through the gathered forces, heading into the base of the building. Commander Jakobson, Agent Waller, and Agent McDaren are seen standing outside an elevator, with several other MTF members barricading the interior. Agent Waller: The Perceps are failing, Cap. Techs are reporting the same degradation as the last site. Commander Jakobson nods, putting a hand to his ear. He nods and turns toward the rest of the group. Commander Jakobson: Catalogue it, but we need to move. All civilians have been evacuated. We've got a green light, and the window is closing rapidly. Snow is already a foot deep, and the men at the harbor are reporting tremors. Do you have it? He turns to the returned Morales and Amata. Agent Morales: Took some convincing. The Kuiyang are not a trusting group. She holds up a keycard marked with thaumaturgic runes. Jakobson takes it. Agent McDaren: Should we expect anything more from them? Agent Amata: They're clearing house, them and pretty much every other GoI and PoI in the city. An explosion echoes in the distance, and the helicopter cam shifts. Smoke is seen rising as a tornado touches down a kilometer from their current position. Agent Waller: And yet the Brass still wants us vermin to be the front line against Nature Incarnate. Commander Jakobson: It's what you trained for, Waller. McDaren? Agent McDaren: Orders are I stick to you like glue. Rest of the mates have the LSA countermeasures primed. My kit is to help you if we find another big bastard inside. Commander Jakobson: Right, in we go. He passes the keycard across a scanner next to the elevator, the Prometheus Symbol glows across the doors, and they slide open. The MTF enter, and their feeds cut as the elevator begins moving. The other Foundation personnel continue to bunker down as more explosions and the sound of a thunder-backed roar rocks the city. 4:45 CST-The team's cameras turn on as they exit the elevator. The landing consists of two hallways that curve upward around a glass and metal cylinder. The cylinder is marked with gleaming runes. Inside is brackish, algae-filled water. Several futuristic machines stutter through the air, rust and wear visible on the edges. The Shanghai skyline can be seen beyond, though slightly warped, as can the Foundation's engagement with the SCP-7442 entities. Commander Jakobson: Waller, which way? The Agent activates his wrist-mounted computer. Agent Waller: From the partial maps I could piece together from the salvaged data, all roads lead to Rome. Ergo, either. What we're after should be at the very top. He points at one of the floating machines. Agent Waller: I get my hands on one of those. I might be able to get a better picture. They're security drones. So watch your steps. The others mutter acknowledgments. Agent Morales shifts towards the cylinder, narrowing her eyes, her fingers gleaming with thaumic energy as she raises them towards it. Agent Morales: The wards: they're even weaker than those at S-3. The water shifts, and the MTF all raise their weapons. A singular glowing green eye gleams from amongst the algae. SCP-7442-Beta: Yes. Soon. I. See. Freedom. Its voice is deep, yet feminine, and seems to resonate and echo all around the group. Its attention stays locked on Morales for a moment before vanishing back into the murk. SCP-7442-Beta: Yours. Is. A. Familiar. Presence. Commander Jakobson: We need to move. Keep an eye on our exit and the drones. The others nod, spreading out to cover both halls, with Waller and McDaren taking the left and the Commander, Amata, and Morales going right. He briefly pauses and whispers in Morales's ear, who nods and turns her attention to the chamber as they continue upwards. Agent Morales: What are you? SCP-7442-Beta: Old. Forgotten. Guardian. Agent Morales: Of whom? SCP-7442-Beta: Her. Always. You. Once. The water shifts within the chamber, and the faint outline of a coiling plant can be seen. Agent Morales: You protected humanity? SCP-7442-Beta: Yes. You called. We answered. Wind and Waves. A Flood. The water clears as they climb, and more outlines rapidly form: the face of a large furred hominid9, a bearded human man, and a vast wave. SCP-7442-Beta: We exist. In Cycles. Born of Tragedy. To help Her heal. To build back better. Many visitors. Sought her bounty. To scar her form. We defeated them All. In Time. Many images swiftly flash before Morales, who has stopped moving as the others have continued upwards. The Commander turns back to her. Commander Jakobson: Morales? She glances up at him, a faint green gleam visible in her eyes on the camera. Agent Morales: Sorry, sir. She follows after them, though she continues the dialogue with SCP-7442-Delta. Agent Morales: So your purpose is…rebirth? The entity grumbles an agreement. SCP-7442-Beta: Though. Your ilk. Dub us: Extinction. Agent Morales blinks and steps back from the chamber, glancing towards the others, but their attention seems split between the climb and the encroaching storm outside. Agent Morales: Is that accurate? SCP-7442-Beta: We are. Necessary. For Her health. For Rebirth. Agent Morales: Then why were you caged here? SCP-7442-Beta: Prometheus believed. They could do better. The eyes close, and Morales moves to rejoin the others. Outside, the tornado can be seen growing closer, with explosions centering on another location deeper into the city. 5:05 CST-Agent Waller is stooped over a downed drone, standing at a landing where the two hallways crossover. McDaren is staring out toward the city. The rest of the exploration team arrives, excluding Agent Morales. Agent McDaren: Where is Morales? Agent Amata: Dialogue with the Fish. She's just a few steps back. Agent McDaren looks around, and his camera catches Morales marching after them. Commander Jakobson: What have you got? Agent Waller: CPU is still humming, but whatever motor function this thing used to have is shot—no outer ports for data retrieval. I have time to crack it, Boss? The tornado is seen racing closer. The thaumically powered batteries appear to slow it down, but it keeps moving. Commander Jakobson: Fast as you are able. Agent Morales finally arrives, looking a bit shaken. Unnoticed by the group, SCP-7442-Beta is quietly observing her from within the glass. Waller pulls out his tools and swiftly pries open the side of the drone, and drops his tools with a start as viscous green-black tar pours from the opening. Agent Waller: Christ! Amata wrenches him to his feet as it pools outward, quivering slightly before halting in a rough meter-wide puddle. Agent Amata: Guessing you aren't going to be getting anything from that one? Waller pulls away from her and chuckles. Agent Waller: You wanna get up in person with the bot's oozing insides? It's all yours, Eliza. Commander Jakobson: Same as before? McDaren sniffs the air and nods his head as Morales crouches and slowly reaches out, her fingertips glowing. Agent McDaren: I wouldn't do that if I were you. That shit is festering, and it's caustic. Agent Morales looks up at him flatly. Agent Morales: I know Mole Rats have a reputation, Briar, but we're not all suicidal. Agent Waller: Not of our own volition anyway, a bit of an occupational expectation. Agent Morales looks up to the Commander. Agent Morales: It's organic, with a faint thaumic imprint. Commander Jakobson: Then we already have samples and are wasting time we don't have. Double time, folks. Odin willing, there is a solution in this place. 5:30 CST-The team reaches the top of the pocket dimension's interior, a domed chamber with two entrances filled with displays of anomalous artifacts, a large desk with a holographic display, and the top of the glass chamber. Several larger drones are scattered around the ground, leaking tar. Large portions of the glass walls and floor have been covered in the substance. SCP-7442-Beta's eyes manifest, staring at the party. McDaren gags and covers his nose, the others showing lessened yet similar reactions. Agent McDaren: That's the sinus's cleared. What is this stuff? SCP-7442-Beta: Rot. The Agent stares towards the container as the others spread out, then shakes his head and shifts around it. Commander Jakobson: Waller, desk, Amata, see if the other exit is blocked; McDaren, Morales, eyes up, time table is closing. He nods to one of the uncovered windows. The tornado is less than two hundred meters away, though the thaumic fire hadn't relented. The ground cracks and buckles in the distance, and the faint shape of SCP-7442-Gamma can be seen. The others do as commanded. Agent Waller: Let's see what you've got for me. He plugs his wrist computer into the terminal and swiftly begins typing. Agent Morales is looking around at the artifacts in the room. The tar covers many displays, obscuring their occupants, yet four are visible. A complete velociraptor skeleton embedded with jade augmentations, a petrified tendril resembling vectors from SCP-610 corruption, an iridescent silver horn, and a piece of bedrock with a fossil of an insectoid robotic limb. Agent Morales: What is all of this? SCP-7442-Beta: Truth Forgotten. Horrors Slain. Children Lost. Agent Morales: Extinction… Her eyes are seen glowing faintly, and she places a hand on her temple. The Commander reaches out, shaking her shoulder. Commander Jakobson: Morales? I need you keen, what's happening? SCP-7442-Beta: Her Nature. Agent Morales: Thaumic Resonance coming off everything is… a bit much. Thrumming like a… SCP-7442-Beta: Heartbeat. Commander Jakobson: Are you doing this, beast? He turns to the container. The entity stares back at him, more of its form congealing, revealing bladed teeth and two large webbed claws that press against the glass. The runes flair, and it recedes slightly. SCP-7442-Beta: No. But I Know. It closes its eyes and vanishes into the surrounding liquid. Agent Amata comes around the corner. Agent Amata: Door's jammed. Not sure if any of that tar got in the mechanism, but the electronics are shot. I'm gonna need some aid pulling it open." Commander Jakobson: McDaren, go with her. Agent McDaren: Aye sir. Commander Jakobson: Waller? Agent Waller: I've got camera access, just in case, scrubbing and copying any and all files as we speak. Commander Jakobson: Sysiphun, Deucal, Elisabet, a way to stop all of this? Agent Waller: Working as fast as I can, Boss, but this- He is cut off by a pop-up appearing across the screen and a beam of light cascading across the room. Hello Icarus Error: Vocal Activation Triggered. Error: Prometheus Personel Not Found. Scanning: Sysiphun Network. Warning: Sysiphun-3 Not-Found. Warning: Sysiphun-2 Degradation Imminent. Thaumic Fields Failing. Intrusive Organic Compound Detected. Prognosis: Four Horseman Event Triggering. Scanning: Foundation Presence Discovered. Activating: Pandora Protocol. [] The screen shifts and begins projecting a hologram of a tall, red-haired woman dressed in a lab coat with Prometheus Lab's insignia on the breast. Hologram: Hello Icarus, I am a neural homunculus of Dr. Elisabet, lead facilitator of the Sysiphun Protocol. I take it you require assistance. Agent Waller looks around the hologram at the commander. SCP-7442-Beta remanifests with a low growl that echoes about the chamber. Agent Waller: Got your info. Commander Jakobson: What is the Sysiphun Project? She looks around at the Foundation Agents, her eyes glowing yellow as she intently studies each of them. Dr. Elisabet: A temporal immigrant, a Mage, and a genetic mutate. Alongside two baseline humans…curious, but I do not detect the proper authorization to offer you the full breadth of information on that topic. Commander Jakobson: What can you tell us? Dr. Elisabet: Protocol Sysiphun was created to contain a set of Typhon-Class entities. World-Ending Elemental Forces given sentience. SCP-7442-Beta: Her Gift. Her Guardians. The entity is pressing against the glass, water churning into a whirlpool, agitated by the presence of the hologram. The runes can be seen flickering and sputtering, and the tornado grows closer outside. Dr. Elisabet: They are an immune response triggered following or during events that would endanger the overall well-being of the biosphere. SCP-7442-Beta: Cut Out Disease. Slay Invaders. The hologram gestures around the room. Dr. Elisabet: Their handiwork. The history we would never have known about without you, Brave Little Icarus. SCP-7442-Beta: To Protect. Her. To Protect. Her Children. Tragedy. Commander Jakobson: So why have they awakened now? Dr. Elisabet: To kill the sickness, obviously. To kill Us. The Agents turn towards each other, a deep silence pervading the room. Agent Morales: How do we stop them? The hologram looks towards the windows, seeing the oncoming entities. Dr. Elisabet: Gamma free, Delta…likely never captured. Beta… SCP-7442-Beta: Soon. To Be. Free. Dr. Elisabet: Deucalion has a Safeguard for this eventuality. You need only reach it. SCP-7442-Beta surges towards the wall of its container. Several of the runes fail as it thrashes in rage. Agent Morales: What is it? SCP-7442-Beta: PAIN! The hologram pauses, staring blankly at the far wall. Her form glitches, scattering into fractal patterns. Dr. Elisabet: It appears my memory is f-f-faulty. I can not locate Deucalion at this time. Information could likely be found a-Apologies, it seems we are out of time. The hologram points. The Commander, Waller, and Morales turn and see a Foundation tank flying toward the tower. It impacts with a load boom and ensuing explosion, an echo reverberating about the pocket dimension. Dr. Elisabet: Warning, destabilizing the anchor point will cause the pocket to collapse ballistically. All personnel should vacate the premises immediately. Commander Jakobson: What of the entity? Dr. Elisabet: Failsafes activated, the container will be jettisoned, weakening immune response. The runes along the container begin glowing in unison as SCP-7442-Beta attempts to free itself, cracks forming across the glass. Commander Jakobson: Then we are gone. Waller, gather the Doctor. Morales, pour everything you have into the chamber. Amata, McDaren, we're lea- An explosion rocks the room once more. Agent Waller: Delta just breached the elevator, and this is gonna take at least a minute even if I rush and leave bits of our new friend behind. So we're about to be SOL. Commander Jakobson: Get moving then. Morales, barrier! McDaren, Amata, keep on that door. Wind always follows the path of least resistance, so… He reaches back, removing an ancient-looking axe from his pack, and grits his teeth. Morales turns and raises her hands, a shimmering barrier of green energy filling the opening before them. Commander Jakobson: Thaumic out! The axe crackles with energy, and a billowing bolt of wind slams into Morales's barrier. It pounds against the barrier again, and Morales winces but holds. SCP-7442-Beta bashes against its containment chamber again, spreading further cracks. Morales shifts her stance, putting a hand towards it, the sparking runes gleaming just a bit brighter as the chamber begins to phase out. Dr. Elisabet: Activating Automated Defenses. The robots twitch and spark but stay prone and beyond the barrier SCP-7442-Delta forms. Darkly, it chuckles. SCP-7442-Delta: Hello, again. Have a nice talk? I see the Doctor, even as a ghost, can't help but speak in half-truths. Commander Jakobson: So you and yours are not out to kill us all, Demon? SCP-7442-Delta: No, we are. We have to fix everything you've done. Agent Amata: Why? SCP-7442-Beta: Betrayal. Slaughter. Neglect. Dr. Elisabet: We have fallen out of favor. SCP-7442-Delta: Favor you never should have had! She saved you. She loved you! Too trusting. Not used to how easily you crafted lies, how willing you are to fool yourselves. You wrenched open her heart and caged my fellows in their sleep, but I have always known your ilk best, Cousin. SCP-7442-Beta: Protected You. From Flood. From Ice. From Rising Sun. SCP-7442-Delta: Is this that time? Born of the parasite you shoved into her heart? That awful machine that spits you back out just to do it all over again. The Agents look at each other confused, as both entities have stopped fighting, just staring at them with burning jade eyes. SCP-7442-Beta: Or Carved Apart. Her Library. For Curiosity. SCP-7442-Delta: Or when She returned you to the Cradle, and you betrayed her yet again. Dr. Elisabet: Icarus indeed. Commander Jakobson: You can not blame all of humanity for the actions o- SCP-7442-Delta: I can. Why? She held us back. For she thought you would learn. But instead, you’ve chosen to stagnate. To carve away at her, again and again, never thinking that when you reset, she remains the same. You’ve poisoned her blood and burned her lungs. Carved open her flesh and wrenched free her marrow. Again. And again! You slaughter her children and call it natural. You know nothing of what is natural! You could do something. You could but you don’t. Too beholden to your normalcy and deified coin. But we’re here now. Which means…she’s too weak to care. Agent Amata screams, as from the barest gap in the door, freezing wind rushes in and seeps into her clothes, what little bit of flesh can be seen along her arm immediately becoming frostbitten. SCP-7442-Delta vanishes and instantly reconstitutes in the room. Punching forward, another gust races for Agent Morales and knocks her off her feet and directly into a tar patch. Her eyes gleam a vibrant green upon impact, and she falls unconscious. The hologram vanishes, and Waller pulls back from the desk, raising his firearm toward the entity. Agent Waller: I got her. SCP-7442-Delta turns away from them and targets the chamber SCP-7442-Beta is in, a miniature tornado of chill winds roaring up around it. Commander Jakobson: Get Morales and get out, now! Across the way, McDaren forces the door open with a surge of strength and grabs Amata, nodding towards the commander. Commander Jakobson: Now, Waller! Agent Waller looks at the Commander and toward the cracking containment chamber and two entities. Agent Waller: That is suicide. Commander Jakobson: Valhalla awaits. Not bad for a Rat, now go! He charges SCP-7442-Delta swinging the axe down, and it finds purchase, causing the entity to start in surprise. It glances down at the axe, back up to the commander, and narrows its eyes. SCP-7442-Delta: You Foundation folk…brave enough to fight Gods but not to accept your own failings. Commander Jakobson: My Gods are with me. The entity sends a cascade of chill wind towards the Commander, his skin immediately turning black and shriveling across his face and neck. Yet the commander swings again, axe biting into the entity's chest. Commander Jakobson: The others have sounded solemn. But you speak with such vindication. SCP-7442-Delta: Humans believe they are special. They aren't. There are Heirs apparent of older blood than any of you and fresher minds as well. Yet, you refuse to let go. I don’t know what I used to be. Just what I am now. The last child of a people dead…because of you. Because of humanity. Another gust of freezing air buffets the Captain's back, and the cameras crack, though the audio remains for just a second more. Commander Jakobson: I've faced colder than this back in Ísland. SCP-7442-Delta: Somehow I doubt that. The sound of a brief but intense bought of combat is heard, ending with the sound of shattering glass and rushing water. [END LOG] Closing Statement: The breach of SCP-7442-Beta's containment chamber caused the destruction of the Oriental Pearl Tower and the creation of a perpetual hurricane centered on its former location. This, combined with the devastation caused by the Gamma and Delta entities, left approximately half of the city’s infrastructure in ruins. Relief efforts are being hampered by the aforementioned hurricane and prolific botanical growth brought on by the instance's abilities. Casualty reports are still coming in, but the death toll is projected to be at least a third of the city’s population. Video and images of the SCP-7442 instances have proliferated across the internet in civilian and governmental circles. The likelihood of a Broken Veil Scenario is high. Her First and Last Entry uploading 67% [] Description: SCP-7442-Alpha is, at first glance, a mobile sphere of orange and blue flame approximately 6.096 meters in diameter. In the very center of the globe is a mass of shifting magma that resembles a specimen of the Isotelus rex10 genus with a single jade eye in the center of its head. Sketch of SCP-7442-Alpha Its pyrokinetic abilities allow it to form the surrounding sphere into all manner of shapes, most often defaulting to lashing tentacle-shaped limbs. Its touch burns at 1425°C baseline, though notably, does not appear to consume oxygen or affect non-manmade structures or nonhuman entities. Material reduced to ash by its flames, regardless of the original chemical composition, into a substance that engenders rapid and prolific plant growth, likely through Thaumaturgic processes. It has the same manifestation abilities and immunities as prior SCP-7442 instances. SCP-7442 Attacks Bio-Site Sieges (4 April 202█) Entities: SCP-7442-Beta, SCP-7442-Gamma, SCP-7442-Delta Sites 84, 91, 103, and 104 come under multifaceted assault in progression as the entities manifest and demanifest across each facility for a period of 4 hours each. SCP-7442-Gamma initiated the assaults, drawing fire from on-site guards, but was able to manipulate the stone and metal of the facilities to tear them wide open and initiate numerous containment breaches. SCP-7442-Beta and -Delta were seen moving through the facilities, the former avoiding non-combatant personnel while facilitating further containment breaches. Delta was the cause of the highest number of Foundation casualties. Survivors report that the entities appeared to be hunting for information. Several Foundation personnel working at these sites have also gone missing, particularly from Site 84. Investigations into the missing individuals uncovered a majority had former employment at Prometheus Labs. The oil discovered at both Sysiphun sites was present, but the influx of SCP-7442-Delta-created flora that swiftly overtook the facilities alongside the freed anomalies must take precedence. Foundation Casualties: 242 Missing Personnel: 86 Site-12 Assault (8 April 202█) Entities: SCP-7442-Beta, SCP-7442-Gamma, SCP-7442-Delta The assault began with SCP-7442-Beta and -Gamma working together to destroy the site's hydroelectric power station. The onsite mobile task force was overrun by -Delta. It asphyxiated each of them quickly before going after the rest of the site's staff. Back-up generators kept power to the facility's security system. Cameras capture the entities ransacking the Library, forcing several site staff to assist them. A Foundation assault team arrived to offer aid and reported no survivors and various books missing. They detailed information about Free Ports, Prometheus Labs, and Nature-based anomalous entities. The team reported more oil, samples were taken, and clean-up has commenced in attempts to retake the site. All sites must be prepared for incursions by the SCP-7442 entities from now on. Mobile task forces are to be on high alert. Anomalous Weaponry is being considered for distribution. Samsara is directed to hunt the SCP-7442 entities. Foundation Personnel Casualties: 126 Humanoid Containment Site-282 Incident (12 April 202█) Entities: SCP-7442-Gamma, SCP-7442-Delta SCP-7442-Gamma and -Delta arrive at the site and immediately come under attack by the on-site guards. MTF Tau-5 is alerted and is sent to attempt to curtail the entities' attack. SCP-7442-Gamma causes a category 8.9 earthquake, causing catastrophic initial damage to the site. Delta asphyxiates or flash-freezes surviving personnel and leaves -Gamma to deal with Tau-5 as it delves deeper into the site. Tau-5 is able to seemingly destroy -Gamma after a prolonged period of conflict, losing two of its members in the conflict. Delta flees the site. Tau-5 delves into the ruins and finds all SCP-3288 instances dead from asphyxiation and wind-scoured writing etched into the wall. The Greatest of You: They Show Their True Faces. It is uncertain why SCP-7442 targeted this site, as no relevant data to Prometheus Labs was stored at the facility. Central Europe is struck with earthquakes of similar intensity over the next several days, causing widespread structural and geographic damage to several cities due to the collapse of an unmapped cavern system that spread out under much of Austria, Hungary, Germany, and other neighboring countries. Foundation Personnel Casualties: 113 Civilian Casualties: 467,000 and climbing. Eurtec/Portlands Attacks (22 April 202█) Entities: SCP-7442-Beta, SCP-7442-Delta Simultaneous attacks on the Freeports, with Beta flooding the upper sections of Eurtec, trapping them in a roiling bubble of seawater. -Delta besieges Three Portlands with over a dozen feet of snow and -35°C winds. GOC and UIU forces attempt to beat back the entities with little success. In Eurtec, a number of former Prometheus Labs personnel are interrogated and promptly drowned by Beta. Their bodies were left hanging in the air in impermeable spheres of water as the entity left the pocket dimension. Delta was sighted scouring several old PL facilities within the Free Port, leading to confrontations with Anderson Robotics, as the organization had taken over a good number of those facilities. Eventually, the Mayor interceeded, forcing Delta to leave. Eurtec Casualties: 121 GOC Personnel, 1,223 Civilians. Three Portlands: 233 UIU Personnel, 366 Civilians. The Foundation has contacted all affected groups to ally against the SCP-7442 instances. The GOC and UIU agree to an accord; Anderson Robotics and the Three Ports Council require deliberation. The Library Event (5 May 202█) Entities: SCP-7442-Gamma A reformed SCP-7442-Gamma is reported to be within the Wanderer's Library by a willing Serpent's Hand informant. It is noted to be conversing with several Librarians, a Wandsman, and members of the Serpent's Hand. A disagreement causes whatever conversation is being had to break down, with a handful of the Serpent's Hand members racing off. The Librarians and SCP-7442-Gamma appear to come to some form of agreement. Several of the Library's ways close, and reports of conflict emerging amongst the Serpent's Hand reaches the Foundation. Site-7 Assault (19 May 202█) Entities: SCP-7442-Beta, SCP-7442-Gamma, SCP-7442-Delta The entities attacked site-7 at midnight. SCP-7442-Beta and -Gamma targetted the central nexus of Starseeker, Deepwatcher, and Plaingazer. Delta sought entry into Redeye and Parthenon's Tooth simultaneously. Onsite security forces attempted to hold off the entities, utilizing paratech created at the facility but had little success in pushing back the larger entities. A distress call is sent to the wider Foundation, which responds by sending Tau-5 and attempting to redirect a portion of its patrol boats in the Pacific theater. It appears the entities were not expecting the level of resistance and reacted accordingly. -Gamma creates a category 10.3 earthquake, shattering the seabed on which the site rests, causing several of the platforms to shift, buckle and begin to sink. -Beta floods the Panopticon due to minimal cracks formed by -Gamma. -Delta follows after -Beta. Much of the hardware is flash-frozen, though the network continues to function now, just at a limited capacity. The thaumonuclear reactor suffers an unexpected power surge, causing the ancillary server cluster to lower into the water, which is immediately destroyed by -Beta and -Gamma. Numerous faults are expected to continue as the Foundation attempts to salvage the operations. The reactor erupts at 12:42 AM, devastating much of the remaining site and destroying SCP-7442's current manifestations. Salvage and recovery operations are ongoing, yet anomalous plant life and the Tar-byproduct have infested the site. Site-7 Casualties: 184 Anderson Robotics, and the Church of the Broken God, have agreed to ally with the Foundation against SCP-7442. The O5 Council has begun a Foundation-wide implementation of Pandora's Arsenal (Weaponization and Adaption of anomalous objects within Foundation custody.) Warning: Terminal Connection Insecure Re:SUBJECT To: All Foundation Personnel From: The O-5 Council Subject: WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! GH-0 'Dead Greenhouse' Commencing All Hands, Lockdown Protocols are in effect. Deployment of MTF Squads Ongoing. ERROR: Neural Pathways Found Hello, Dr. Elisabet. Project Deucalion is still functional per Our Agreement. Site Staff has been informed. We will Carry the Torch into the Next Tomorrow. + Sysiphun-1 Disaster: Data Corruption Detected - Close Date: 21 June 202█ Exploration Team: Sysiphun Investigatory Taskforce Subject: Sysiphun-1/SCP-7442-Alpha Team Lead: Commander Eliza Amata Team Members: Agent Dacey Morales, Agent Bernard "Briar" McDaren, Dr. Sophia Elisabet (AI-Personage), Agent Malik Waller (Solo-infiltration, running parallel to main investigation) [BEGIN LOG] 6:42 AM CST-The three agents are seated within the confines of a helicopter. Commander Amata is checking her fresh augmentations, a paratech prosthetic arm, replacing the limb ruined by SCP-7442-Delta. Freshly healed frostbite scars mark the left side of her face. Agent McDaren stares out the window as he watches skyscrapers move past outside. Agent Morales is staring at her communicator, a conversation with Agent Waller visible on the screen. Agent McDaren: I can't believe they put it here. We get this wrong… it'll be another Shanghai. Commander Amata looks over at him. Commander Amata: The mess at Site-7 knocked the entities out of commission. Command isn't exactly certain for how long, but if we are lucky, this will be done before they are back in the field. Agent Morales shakes her head. Agent Morales: And if we aren't? A small drone activates next to the Agent, its single eye blinking to life, the hologram of Dr. Elisabet appearing before her. Dr. Elisabet: That reasoning is why your organization and their allies are evacuating the city with rather… curious abandon. Commander Amata nods. Commander Amata: Veil is already on the verge of being shot to hell. The GOC and some other MTFs have been given the go-ahead to remove the citizenry by any nonlethal means necessary, just in case. Dr. Elisabet: They are currently 76% complete with removing the citizenry. So, it will not be another Shanghai, Agent. Agent McDaren grunts and looks across to Morales, staring at the ground in concentration. Agent McDaren: You alright? Agent Morales scoffs. Agent Morales: No… There is something in the air, been building the closer and closer we've gotten. I'm used to feeling ambient thaumic energy like a buzzing in the back of my skull. Just never this intense. Dr. Elisabet: All the more reason for us to enter the site and seek our quarry with the utmost haste. Commander Amata: Agreed, you going to be good come touch-down, Morales? Agent Morales: It's background noise, Amata. I can tune it out when the time comes. Are you sure you'll be good? She smiles slightly, and Amata chuckles, spinning her robotic hand around and tilting her head as several portions begin to thrum and glow with power. Commander Amata: Been out of action long enough. Time to see what this little number our clicking friends gave me can do. What about you McDaren? The Agent nods, squeezing his fingers. Agent McDaren: Thinking about if this goes South. Sydney… it's a big city—a target. Son turns four in a week. My wife still has no clue where I am. Wondering what lie I'll have to cook up this time if she'll believe it. God, I hope I get the chance to hear her yelling at me. Agent Morales: I'm sure telling her no- McDaren scoffs, shaking his head. Agent McDaren: That I fight monsters for a living and that every nightmare you can think of probably has a face. I… I can't drop that on her. Not yet. Not when we have a chance to stop this here. Commander Amata: Then's make the Viking proud, eh? Morales and McDaren nod. Dr. Elisabet: If your commiseration has completed, we are here. The helicopter lands. 7:03 AM CST-The agents and the drone step out of the helicopter into the quiet streets of Manhattan. The Empire State Building can be seen rising above the skyline. The three agents are contacted on their earpieces. On the other end of the communication is Agent Waller preparing for solo infiltration. Agent Waller: You've got boots on the ground?" Commander Amata: Yes. Agent Waller: I'm in position. Agent Morales: I still think this is… Agent Waller: A foolish decision. But you all know who can be trusted right now is pretty up in the air. You do what they sent you to do, and I will do what's needed. That email was hinting at something. The agents look at the hologram, which is moving closer to their target location. Abandoned cars and apartment buildings with their doors left ajar surround them. In the distance, other Foundation personnel, GOC agents, and Church of the Broken God members set up thaumic defensive systems between the vacant vehicles. Commander Amata: You've got the green light? Agent Waller: Had it for 'bout an hour, been stalling for y'all. I'll keep in touch. Agent Morales: Are you sure we don't… Agent Waller: Need me? Nah, Amata has a few of my personal toys stowed away on that new arm of hers, and any doors that decide not to play nice, I am sure McDaren can muscle open now that the Bosses have loosened his leash. Agent McDaren: Or the dear Doctor could lend a hand. He nods towards the hologram, which has continued to move away from the group, weaving amongst the assembling defenses. Commander Amata: Right, we're burning what little time we have. Good hunting, Waller. Hopefully, we find what we're looking for. Agent Waller: See you lot on the other side. We crawl our way out of this mess. I'm buying drinks. The call ends. Amata and McDaren set out after Dr. Elisabet. Coopted security footage catches Morales faltering and clutching the side of her head before continuing after the group. —— 7:23 AM CST-The Agents and the hologram enter the 5th Avenue lobby of the Empire State Building, with the hologram approaching the mural. Agent McDaren: I still don't understand the logic of placing an anomaly of this level in the middle of a civilian population center. Dr. Elisabet: We did not. We are not so reckless. Sysiphun-1 is quite some distance from our current location. Agent McDaren: Then what are we doing here? Dr. Elisabet: This building rests atop a transportation hub Prometheus used to ferry their goods to a number of GoIs. Hacking the system to give us a proper entryway and impart a new locus for departure once the task is finished will be simple. You need only get me to the terminal. Commander Amata: Then lead the way. Dr. Elisabet: Physical integration is required. She points to a section of the wall. Dr. Elisabet: Remove that, please. The Commander turns to McDaren, who nods with a shrug and, with minimal effort, rips a piece of the masonry free of the wall, revealing a sealed-metallic door behind it with a complex encryption lock in the center. Dr. Elisabet: A moment. The drone projecting the doctor darts to the door, and the doctor vanishes, a thin cord emerging to interface with the lock. A moment later, the door unseals, revealing an elevator. Dr. Elisabet: Let us proceed swiftly. The agents move towards the door, but the Commander holds Morales back and raises her wrist computer revealing a message. Commander Amata: Waller says, stall her. 7:26 AM CST-Agent Waller stands within the Prometheus transport hub, a dimly lit octagon with an alcove in each wall and a central computer terminal, rifling through the terminal with codes he had stolen from Elisabet's programming during the events of Sysiphun-2. Any pertinent information he stores away. He turns as he hears the elevator begins to rise behind him. He taps his communicator. Agent Waller: Amata, keep her busy. She'll notice I've been here, but I would rather I get into this damn bunker of hers without her seeing me. Morales nods silently and enters the elevator. Dr. Elisabet: Are you ready? The doors begin to close, but Morales holds up a hand. Agent Morales: Wait, you said Prometheus wouldn't risk endangering civilians, but what about Sysiphun-2? Shanghai is drowning because of where you chose to cage Beta. The hologram stares at her, a glitch crossing its form. Dr. Elisabet: That was not always the case. It should have been rectified. Agent Morales: What do you mean? The hologram looks away from her, and the doors close, the elevator beginning a rapid descent. Dr. Elisabet: Regardless of a failure on the part of my organization. Shanghai would have been safe if you had done your job, Icarus. Agent Morales: I didn't know an AI could learn how to deflect. Dr. Elisabet: This conversation is not pertinent. Let us focus on the task at hand and do our jobs properly. Morales looks to the Commander, who nods, and the agent ceases her questioning. The rest of the ride goes on in silence. Cameras once again catch Morales massaging her temples. 7:36 AM CST-The team exits the elevator into the transport hub, and Dr. Elisabet looks about as she is ferried to the central terminal. Dr. Elisabet: No signs of the Byproduct. The mechanism's integrity should still be sound. Agent Morales flinches and rubs the back of her arms. Commander Amata: Morales? Agent Morales: The buzz is picking up again. But you said the target isn't here. Dr. Elisabet: It isn't. I have yet to gauge your levels of sensitivity to thaumaturgy. You might simply be sensing the mechanism. Another good sign of sound integrity. Agent Morales: I can handle that sort of ambiance this… it's like an echo of a roar bouncing around my head. Commander Amata: Morales if- Agent Morales: It won't affect my concentration when it counts. I'm good, Commander. The camera catches a faint green glow in her eyes that is missed by the other agents. Agent McDaren: How long will it take to get us to Sysiphun-1? Dr. Elisabet: But a moment. Her drone interfaces with the terminal, and a surprised expression crosses the hologram's face. Dr. Elisabet: Someone recently accessed the system. Proper credentials. They've entered Sysiphun 1. The mission may be in jeopardy. Commander Amata: Then get us in. The hologram looks at each of the Agents with a flat stare for a moment and then turns back to the console. Dr. Elisabet: Where is Agent Waller? Commander Amata: Not pertinent. We're on the clock. Dr. Elisabet: Very well. Opening the Way. A circular portal appears in one of the alcoves, a sleek metallic hall lit by flickering lights situated beyond. Dr. Elisabet: Should I keep the Way open for our departure from the Site? Commander Amata: With the other entities currently recuperating, ease of departure is the best course of action. Agent Morales approaches the portal and puts a hand to her temple, stumbling slightly. Agent Morales: The roar wasn't like an echo. It is an echo. It's coming from Sysiphun-1—an immensely powerful thaumic presence. The hologram flickers again, and McDaren shares a look with the Commander. She nods once, and he sends off a message with a tap of his finger. Dr. Elisabet: Concerning. 7:42 AM CST-Agent Waller looks down at his wrist computer as a message appears, moving through dimly lit tunnels, avoiding areas of corrosion. Agent McDaren: We're in. He pauses and types back a response. Agent Waller: Watch your step as you go deeper. Byproduct. He then looks up the hallway, his camera catching a knotted mass of green-black tar and pale fungus latched into the far wall. Agent Waller: And worse. He continues forward, carefully maneuvering between the increasingly present masses of fungus, mold, and leaking oil. He stops to examine one of the pools, which shifts as it flows from an unseen source. Agent Waller: Worst yet… worry about what that means for this place. He continues forward, eventually finding a partially risen door, and with a bit of maneuvering, can slip underneath it. Inside are the moldering remains of what was once furniture and a large computer terminal with several holographic screens and sound recording equipment. Beyond it is a set of wide windows too threaded over with mold and tar to see through. He approaches the terminal, avoiding the patches of Byproduct and rot, and carefully links his wrist computer to the device. The central screen flickers, and an image of Dr. Elisabet appears. The other screens show diagnostics of the facility and security footage, along with rambling documentation. Agent Waller: What do you have for me, Doc? His camera catches movement behind him reflected on the computer's screen. 8:06 AM CST-The other agents and Dr. Elisbet move down a curving hallway, flashlights mounted on their shoulders and the latter's holographic form providing additional light. The walls are sleek and intermittently broken by doorways and domed windows that show nothing but darkness beyond. Agent McDaren: Where are we? Dr. Elisabet: A facility within the Challenger Deep, the base of the Marianas trench. Agent McDaren: You hid one of these things at the bottom of the ocean… when another has complete control over water? Dr. Elisabet: There is nowhere on Earth that Her warriors could not find their fellows. Yet, we moved before all could fully awaken. Obfuscation was required, ergo Tiresius. Thaumaturgy often requires bonds to truly ensnare. Ergo their origin places became their cages. There were plans to move them. Luna was the preferable location, far from her as we could currently reach. But…other matters took precedence. Agent Morales: What other matters? The hologram stares at her flatly. Agent Morales: What aren't you telling us? Dr. Elisabet: I am sorry, but my memories are fragmentary. I do not recall why our plans never fully proceeded. I do not… we must find Duecalion and Subject Alpha. Commander Amata: Agreed. So which way? She gestures, revealing the group has come to an intersection. Pools of tar and small patches of fungus are visible. The hologram stares at them intently. Dr. Elisabet: Byproduct. This… this should not be here. This should not be here. This should not be here. The hologram flickers again, and the AI becomes stuck in a feedback loop for several moments. Commander Amata: Doctor? Doctor?! Agent Morales closes her eyes and raises her hand, a faint green glow coalescing around her fingers. Her arm begins to move as if being pulled on, Morales moving with it until she points down the righthand path. Agent Morales: Strongest, thaumaturgic presence is that way. Which should be Alpha, yes? She looks to the hologram, which refocuses. Dr. Elisabet: Yes. 8:15 AM CST-The four continue down the right corridor but pause as a holographic screen appears on the interior wall. On it is a paused video of a younger, excited-looking Dr. Elisabet. The video begins, and she claps her hands together. Recorded Elisabet: It worked! Just a moment, but in that brief glimpse…so much has changed. I will finish this report later. The others are too keen on celebrating. Agent Morales turns to the hologram. Agent Morales: It's… you. What are you talking about? Dr. Elisabet: Not me. The original doctor. Back when she believed. And that… doesn't matter now. We need to keep going. The hologram continues to move, but as it does so, more screens appear, showing the original doctor frozen mid-speech. Recorded Elisabet: Our latest venture has born fruit and proves my hypothesis correct! Throw convention to the wind! This world is an anomaly. In the Foundation sense, of course. Life is by no means only a norm of our minuscule corner of the universe. But… I got to see Her, our World when She was young! I am almost tempted to call it a religious experience. At glimpsing the past… I believe I have the answer for our future. Commander Amata: What is this? Dr. Elisabet: An attempt to make a grey world green. Agent McDaren: Deucalion? Dr. Elisabet: No. The next screen activates. The doctor seems to have not been sleeping, yet she smiles at the camera. Recorded Elisabet: We have delved deeper and discovered so much more. The Foundation attempts to hinder us, but enough of their own pots have boiled over that I know who will come out on top in this venture. Nevertheless we…. The hologram turns and looks at the video, and it freezes, code filling its eyes. Dr. Elisabet: Why is this playing? Is this the work of the intruder? For what purpose? Her tone rises, and the agents step back as her body fragments and then snaps back together. Dr. Elisabet: This… it is Foundation code. This is Waller. Why? Her head turns entirely around and stares at them. Commander Amata: We were meant to accompany you. I can not say anything about what other missions that Command had for him. I doubt, though, that this was the goal. Perhaps he tripped something. Dr. Elisabet: Commander, I am not a fool. He is too skilled for such a thing. This is purposeful. Agent McDaren: Does it matter? Is this tied at all to what we need to do? Why were we interfering with y-her work? Dr. Elisabet: No, it doesn't. You are right, Agent McDaren. Agent McDaren: That wasn't what I meant. The hologram continues forward, ignoring him and the video as it starts playing. Amata looks at Morales and gives her a pointed nod. Agent Morales types a message into her wrist computer. Agent Morales: She's on to you. What are you up to? A message comes back from Waller immediately. Agent Waller: Baring the Truth. She forwards the message to the others, who look down and share a confused expression but press on. Morales hangs back, staring at the video. Recorded Elisabet: We've learned that our history is a forgotten patchwork of mythic calamities and miracles. I have seen with my own eyes the origin of the Flesh and the coming of the Machine—the rise of a glorious city of obsidian and jade and its devastation. Agent Morales: Is what she just said tied to the artifacts that were lost at Sysiphun-2? Dr. Elisabet: What does it matter, Agent? This knowledge won't help us. We need to find the targets and leave. Anything else is an unwanted distraction. Another video begins playing. The Doctor looks rested and excited. Recorded Elisabet: She was there. Ever present in her great warriors, colossal elemental titans, forces of nature given form! We watched them protect, heal, and aid those that survived the previously mentioned threats. They ensured that She, that Life, could grow strong before returning to their rest. If… I can find them. The threat that the Foundation is willing to let transpire without intervention could be fixed. The hologram flickers again and looks to the ground. Agent Morales pushes past her compatriots. Agent Morales: What threat? The hologram remains silent for a moment and opens her mouth. Agent Morales: Don't tell me you don't know! Waller found the altered email. What do you know?! What threat?! What changed them?! S-you talk about them as if- Commander Amata: Dacey! The agent turns, her eyes gleaming green, and the Commander holds up her mechanical hand in front of her. Agent Morales: The world is at risk of ending because these guardians hate us! She knows something! She did something! So what was it? Commander Amata: Agent Morales, calm down. Morales blinks, looks momentarily confused, and steps back from the hologram. Agent Morales: I… Dr. Elisabet: I do not wish to cause you stress, Agent Morales, but I truly do not remember what my originator is speaking about. That was not my purpose. Agent McDaren: That purpose being? Dr. Elisabet: Containing the Typhon-Entities, upgrading Tiresias, and guiding able individuals to Duecalion. I have been stimied in my work. But failure is still at bay. I do not know what pushed my creator to do what she has. Another video begins. The recording is disheveled, her clothes covered in blood and ash. Fresh blood covers her hands. Tear streaks mark her face, and her eyes are vacant. Recorded Elisabet: I… I was wrong. They aren’t saviors. They are… extinction is simply… an autoimmune response… correction, not everyone. No, there is a true natural cycle to life. She stays abreast of Her children until a true threat arises. I-maybe we awoke the wrong one. A raging torrent when we needed… I don't know. My friend's blood is literally on my hands. I don’t know if we can survive them. I have to find her. I have to! We can fix this, no matter what…those brash fools have done. I will fix this! The hologram looks at Morales and turns away. Dr. Elisabet: Their God doesn't care about you. Whatever those beings said to you in the time before our meeting, they still kill wantonly. They maimed your friend, killed your commander, scarred you. Do you really believe you are to fault for their anger? It's all they know. To see a threat and destroy it. Morales says nothing, looking at the others. Commander Amata: Focus. This job needs to get done. Morales nods, and the others continue forward. Morales flinches, one hand going to her temple and the other to her nose. Her hand comes away with a small amount of blood. She touches her face again, and comes up dry, sighs, and follows the others. 8:40 AM CST-Waller takes off his camera and points it towards him, staring blankly ahead as if waiting for something. 8:42 AM CST-The central team enters a large domed room containing several computer terminals, desks, and other scientific equipment. However, much of it is barely visible beneath rot and fungus tendrils emerging from thick Byproduct pools. In the center of the room, a sizable transparent sphere filled with dully-glowing flames rests on a podium surrounded by a netted cage of runes. A plastic statue is sitting behind one of the desks, wrapped in a mass of fungus. Commander Amata: Byproduct, watch where you put your feet. Agent McDaren: It's miles worse than at 2, and that place's systems were fried. Code flares through the hologram's eyes. Dr. Elisabet: All systems remain operable. Containment is secure. Regardless this should not be here. Agent Morales: It's always been here. Commander Amata: What was that, Morales? The agent looks at her, confused. Agent Morales: What? The commander raises her robotic arm, and a scan passes over Morales. Agent Morales: What was that for? Commander Amata: Checking to see if your brain is right side up. Increased activity, heightened pulse, dilated pupils. I need you to be honest with me, Morales. Are you in top form? The deeper we've gotten, the stranger you've been- Agent Morales: It's that. She points to the sphere. Agent Morales: Just a constant roaring, battering against my mind like a jackhammer. Alpha. Fire. Her First. Commander Amata: Is it speaking to you? Agent Morales: Feelings and emotions that translate into words, but it is all very simple. Brutally so. I… it gave me a nosebleed. Commander Amata: Do you need to leave? The hologram's head twists around. Dr. Elisabet: We won't be able to release the sphere without her. Agent McDaren: Why? Dr. Elisabet: Her thaumic abilities are all we have at our disposal to pull apart the cage relatively safely. It is why I asked that you accompany me. Agent McDaren: Your lot didn't put a mechanical release on this thing? Dr. Elisabet: Too easy to interfere with in the chance that anyone discovered our work. Commander Amata: You asked for us to accompany you? Dr. Elisabet: In truth, any thaumaturge would have done. But Morales had prior experience with our wards, and the rest of you were added on at the Foundation's urging. Agent McDaren: And outside of maybe finding Deucalion, what do you believe we are here to do? Dr. Elisabet: Your jobs Agent. Securing and containing a monster. McDaren looks to the sphere. Agent McDaren: Seems like that's covered. Dr. Elisabet: This place is infested with Byproduct. The security of Sysiphun-1 is highly in question. Regardless, the Foundation will appreciate the resident entity entering their custody, correct? The Commander turns back to Agent Morales. She grimaces but begins walking towards the sphere, weaving through the rot across the ground. Commander Amata: Careful. Agent Morales: I know. What do I need to do? Dr. Elisabet: You are skilled in creating barriers and wards. You need simply do the reverse. Agent Morales: "Simply." Right, I'll start feeling it out. The rest of you find what we are looking for. She raises her hands, green energy coating them, and bows her head. She begins tracing her hands in the air, and a small opening emerges in the front of the cage. Dr. Elisabet: Commander, I require your assistance. The Commander walks towards the desk with the plastic statue behind it and then stops, staring at it and looking towards the hologram, which is also examining it. The hologram looks at her. Dr. Elisabet: The terminal is isolated from the mainframe, and the data ports are clogged with detritus. I need a new avenue of access. Commander nods and begins scanning the terminal. Commander Amata: It still has power. Think one of Waller's gifts will let me- Light shines along the side of the terminal, and a holographic screen project out of the commander's mechanical arm, and a wall of text begins scrawling upward. Dr. Elisabet: May I? Her projecting drone lowers a connecting USB and nods to the Commander's arm. The Commander nods, a port emerging on the side of her arm. Dr. Elisabet: Running a trace for any mentions of Deucalion or any other pertinent information. This might take a moment. Agent McDaren moves closer to the plastic statue and shares a look with the Commander. Agent McDaren: This is- Dr. Elisabet: The original Dr. Elisabet. Agent McDaren: What happened. The Byproduct? Dr. Elisabet: It is not pertinent to the current investigation. Take a sample if you wish, but we need to concentrate on Deucalion and the Typhon Class entity. Agent Morales strains against the cage, pulling it open further, though her arms are visibly shaking from the strain. Agent Morales: Foolish. Commander Amata turns to look at her. Her body camera catches the hologram pause and downloads a file unrelated to Deucalion. A shiver goes across its form. Commander Amata: Morales? Blood falls from the Agent's nose, and black ichor can be seen moving within it. Commander Amata: Morales?! She attempts to move but finds that she can't, her mechanical arm tugging against the rest of her body, eliciting a gasp of pain. Dr. Elisabet: It is just strain from the spell. I need to find Deucalion. Commander Amata: The information is already in my systems. Agent Morales falls to one knee, the thaumic energy surrounding her arms lashing out, long whips carving burning lines through the floor and striking against the cage, banishing the wards in flares of blinding green light. Agent Morales: I… I can't… I won't! Commander Amata attempts to wrench the cord out of her arm, but a bolt of electricity passes through her. Agent McDaren raises his rifle and fires at the drone, but the bullets crumple against its frame. Agent McDaren: The fuck is this?! Dr. Elisabet: A promise being kept. I- Screens emerge around the room, showing the past doctor once more. Recorded Elisabet: Failed. She wouldn’t hear me. They’re waking up and mean to kill us, and she won’t hear me! We don’t deserve this, and I begin to wonder if those I saw fall did either. The hologram accesses another file, ignoring the chaos all around it, and Amata is suddenly released, regaining the mobility of her arm. Dr. Elisabet: I have it. Commander Amata: Command will know about this. Dr. Elisabet: They already do. Duecalion is the priority, over anything. Recorded Elisabet: If she won't save us, then Prometheus will. If I can yet make her listen, then I will, but… I will not allow her to dictate our future. This world is ours. Project Duecalion will make sure of it. The Commander rushes towards Morales, who is screaming through clenched teeth. Commander Amata: Dacey- Agent Morales: I won't. I won't. I won't. The cage fully cracks open, and the flames within the sphere begin spinning faster and faster. Dr. Elisabet: Hull integrity is holding. We need to get it out of here now. Without the Eldest, we will have time t- The screens change, revealing Agent Waller, who is slowly rocking back and forth. Agent Waller: Time, always more time. Your species is addicted to needing more of it. The others turn to look at him, including Agent Morales, thaumic energy crackling across her body, blood beginning to spill from her nose. Agent McDaren: Waller? Agent Waller: But you can't allow others to have their time. To adapt. To listen. To live. Your forward motion is what matters. She didn't hear you. How could she, maddened from the pain of thousands of different bleeding wounds? You have tainted every part of Her. Why would one voice, one attempt, overcome all of that? Liquid begins to seep from Waller's eyes, his body twitching as a shadow begins to rise up behind him. Dr. Elisabet: We need to leave. Grab Alpha now! Agent Morales strains. The cage shatters into pieces, and she vomits a thick tarry substance. Commander Amata flinches backward, McDaren raises his gun, and Waller and Morales begin to ramble in unison. Waller/Morales: Five. There are Five. We thought Four. But Five, and many more to come: Alive! This One is Ours. We are Its. We let It in. Our mistakes. Our mistake. And so it takes. Morales falls to all fours, gasping for air, her whole body sheathed in thaumic energy. Agent Waller: You've had so much time, but I am here now. Dr. Elisbet learned what that meant, and so will you. He shudders, and his face begins to contort, shifting into a pale white plastic-like substance, Byproduct seeping from every orifice of his face. He stands, weekly clawing at his face, and then collapses offscreen. Agent Morales: No! I won't do it. You can't- She clutches her stomach and vomits forth a tide of Byproduct which begins to rise and shape into a vaguely humanoid form. Dr. Elisabet: Shoot her! Grab the entity! McDaren levels his rifle at the back of Morales's head. Commander Amata lunges for the sphere and wraps her arms around it, wincing at the heat cascading off of it. SCP-7442-Epsilon: No. It lashes out, slamming Commander Amata across the back, her body armor corroding and sprouting mushroom as it latches on to her. Another pseudopod lashes out, covering Agent Morales like a shield, the bullet sinking harmlessly into its form. The skulls and bones of various animals begin to push out of its body as the tide out of Morales's mouth ceases. She collapses to the ground, and it looks up with hollow eyes at the hologram. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Deucalion is the priority. She will be free of stagnation. The cycle will begin again. All else We do is a matter of principle. Amata snarls and pulls against the entity's grip, a gleaming blade of energy emerging from her arm and carving clean through its pseudopod. Agent McDaren drops his rifle, and his features begin to contort, swelling and shifting, but the entity ignores him. It looks towards the sphere. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Sister. Freedom comes. It flows after Amata, lashing out against McDaren as he attempts to charge, ensnaring his shifting body in a mass of acidic tendrils. It weaves around Morales, leaving her pointedly untouched, and grabs Amata around the neck. It wrenches her back and reaches out for the globe. The hologram vanishes, the drone darting away. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Flee ghost. Her trauma will end. There is nowhere you go I will not be. Morales rolls over and reaches out, energy coalescing around her fist. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Where We will not be. Morales screams, her skin peeling away to reveal green flesh underneath as the snarling bolt of energy flies free of her hand. The entity shifts, dragging the dying Amata around in front of it. The blast hits neither. Glancing off the sphere still tightly held in the latter's grasp—a small crack forms. A tiny whisp of flame rises into the air. SCP-7442-Alpha: Free. And then everything is swallowed in fire. 9:02 AM CST-Video taken from the other Foundation personnel shows flames racing up the outside of the Empire State Building until reaching the very top, which erupts into a massive wall of fire that swiftly spreads outward. [END LOG] Closing Statement: New York City has been lost. All Foundation and allied personnel within the city's limits are considered KIA. Any civilians remaining in the blast radius should also be considered KIA. The City is already overgrown with manifested foliage. SCP-7442-Alpha's current location is unknown. SCP-7442-Epsilon's current location is unknown. Dr. Elisabet arrived at the nearest Foundation site prior to the event thanks to the manipulation of the Prometheus Labs teleportation system. She enabled a secondary exploration team to be sent into Sysiphun-1, and former Foundation personnel Dacey Morales was found alive. Her body shows signs of a clear ongoing mutation, likely due to prolonged exposure to SCP-7442-Epsilon. She has been placed in a humanoid containment cell at Site-19, awaiting interrogation. The remains of the other agents were unable to be recovered. Description: SCP-7442-Epsilon is a mass of asphalt, liquid plastics, rotting plant/fungal material, and cerebrospinal fluid with markers of numerous extinct and extant animalia. It is able to manifest within itself the skeletal structures of animals whose extinction has a direct or theorized correlation to human intervention. The most common features are forelimbs ending in mismatched claws and talons and four skulls, each of a different species. Sketch of SCP-7442-Epsilon The fluid mixture that makes up its body corrodes manmade structures and machines, turning them into a fertilizer-like substance that encourages fungal growth or into more of the concoction that makes up the entity's form. Its effects on living organisms are more varied. Any nonhuman animal that comes in contact with the liquid gains heightened cognition and survival instincts. Domesticates immediately turn feral and attempt to escape their confinement, while wild specimens begin avoiding any form of human settlement. Humans that come into prolonged contact with the entity are affected in one of the following ways: Immediate manifestation of tar within the lungs leading to asphyxiation. Blooming of fungal bodies from within the circulatory system, causing the individual to die from exsanguination. Plastification of internal organs, most commonly the heart and brain. The plastic is biodegradable and also encourages the growth of fungal bodies. More common in individuals with High IQ or Latent/Active Psychic abilities. The effect is not immediate, and victims have been heard rambling dire warnings or declaring their intent to aid the organism, attacking other nearby humans. Amongst Individuals with Thaumic abilities, the entity parasitically attaches to the individual's nervous system. It actively attempts to turn the host against other humans, strengthening their thaumic capabilities. Those that resist most commonly liquify from the inside out, transforming into puddles of tar. Only one individual afflicted in this way has been captured by the Foundation. + GoI Status Following Manhattan Incident: Upload C0mplete - Hide Groups of Interest Declarations of Intent Global Occult Coalition Central member of the current alliance against the SCP-7442 instances. All Divisions and Field Agents have been remanded to focus on the extermination of the Type-Black entities. UIU forces have been consolidated into the organization for the foreseeable future. Tensions continue between the O5s and the 108 despite current necessities. The Church of the Broken God Secondary entrant into the alliance. The three major clerical sects have united behind Robert Bumaro. Following significant losses during the Manhattan Incident, the Church has ramped up the production of various experimental weapons and military-grade thaumically enhanced augmentations for their personnel and allied agents. The placement of several Mehkanite-based SCPs into the custody of the Church ongoing under the orders of the O-5 Council. The weaponization of said SCPs is commencing. Anderson Robotics Following the Manhattan Incident, Anderson Robotics approached the Foundation with offers to arm the alliance and offer additional robotic personnel. Tensions between the organization and Three Portlands are rising regarding -Delta's previous attack and the continued hostilities. Rumors of the Way to Three Portlands closing have begun circulation. The Serpent's Hand They appear to be in the midst of an internal civil war. Half of the organization has approached the Foundation regarding aiding the alliance. The other half has made known their intentions to aid the SCP-7442 instances. Manipulation by -Epsilon is under consideration. Tangentially, the Wanderer's Library, according to allied Hand members, has closed all ways and is divesting itself of Earth. Allied Hand members absconded with several texts referencing the SCP-7442 instances. Research of possible weaknesses is ongoing. Marshall, Carter & Dark MC&D have placed their substantial material wealth behind the Alliance. Their Agents are to work in tandem with Foundation Personnel in recovering any pertinent information or materials that could advance the alliance's position against the SCP-6342 instances and their growing forces. The Nälkä The various factions of the Nälkä culture are fracturing. Numerous Proto and Neo-Sarkic groups have joined with the alliance referencing a formally unknown event that leads their actions: "The Flesh's Parting from Mother Green." Other factions, including the Black Lodge, claim that they have become separate from humanity and will join in its purge as the SCP-7442 instances "hunting hounds." Nälkä and Mekhanite personnel are to be kept apart from each other under the direction of the O5 Council. Nälkä Augmentation of Foundation personnel has been authorized, starting with D-Class Personnel. The Fifth Church The Fifth Church view the SCP-7442 instances as heralds of their chosen deity, as they are five in number. Several small towns have already been wiped off the map from the Fifthest intervention. The alliance has chosen to commit a sizable force to execute any and all Fifthest presences, as their reality-warping capabilities will only strengthen the SCP-7442 instances' position. The Chaos Insurgency The Chaos Insurgency refused entreaties to put aside their long-standing rivalry in the face of extinction. Blaming the Foundation and other GoIs for the current state of the world, they have chosen to use the reallocation of allied forces to expand into previously inaccessible theaters. Their actions have only exacerbated the Mass Containment Breach caused by the emergent Green Covenant. Taboo The unnamed world is closed to humanity. A written response was discovered on the desk of O5-1: "Not our circus, not our monkies." The Green Covenant An emergent faction of traitorous Foundation personnel and SCPS with abilities connected to the natural world. Following the Manhattan Incident, numerous sites underwent mass containment breaches, as nature-based SCPs were released by personnel or broke out independently. Investigating the possibility of SCP-7442-Epsilon interference. Recontainment is not situationally sound at this time. Termination of any and all escaped SCP instances has been authorized by the O5 Council. Instances include: SCP-166, SCP-1836, SCP-5411 Her Stolen Spark Entry uploading 96% [] Ramblings of a Prisoner-Copy Complete. June 26th This is Agent this is Dacy Morales. Found this notebook and pen squirreled away in the cell the leadership had me tossed into. I can't remember how I got here. But, I know, I know I failed. There is something… inside. I can feel it, hear it. My skin is changing, I think… I think the guards outside are just waiting till I'm dead. No one will even look at me. June 28th No one has yet to come inside. To poke and prod and interview me, how I always thought this sort of stuff worked. The guards are still there, but all I can hear from outside are muffled announcements coming in on the intercom. Two days with no water, I should be feeling delirious. Yet… I feel as good as I have ever been. The skin on my left arm is fully green at this point. And in my dreams, I can hear it whispering, consoling me. It's keeping me alive. But I have no idea why. Luck, Morales, Luck is keeping you alive. June 29th I didn't write that. I pounded on the door for hours, asking for the guards to let me out. To do anything. But they ignored me. No acknowledgement. Nothing. Except for this notebook, the intercom and Epsilon. July 1st The dreams are getting worse. I think… I think I killed the others. Briar and Eliza, I… I… He had a son. And she… I never… The guards are gone. Someone looked in, breath fogged the glass. I lunged for them, demanding answers, anything. Just to know what I did. I think they were disappointed that I'm still here. I wish I was alone. But it's just sitting there, whispering in my ear, telling me that they want me dead. I feel my powers strengthening, it urging me to use them. Break the door. Break the Foundation. Finish this as if it can't. As if they can't. But the Intercom debates that. I hear about their newest targets. Bunkers. Launchpads. Free Ports around the world are under siege. I'm not necessary to this. And their message is pretty clear; we can’t hide. We can’t run. But… I can try. Luck got you here like we said. But we're keeping you on the board. You can't get out that easy. You'll wake up, and you'll read this and know: We're together in this until the end. Until it's all broken down. July 7th We're still here. Like it said. But I'm not sure about anyone else. Just the intercom. Site-01 is gone. The Titans put everything they had in wiping out the O5s. No one knows if any of the Council survived. But they won u-the Foundation time. So I don't think another mutating woman in a cell matters much to them anymore. July 18th. No food or water for weeks. Yet I have never felt stronger. I can feel the others now, a faint thrum beneath my feet, a cold tickle along my spine. They're pulling themselves back together. The fight continues The Foundation claims they are prepared. So says the Intercom. Even as other humans turn their coats. And so we sit waiting. July 27th Moscow's gone. That is my life now, listening to declarations of defeat and whispers in my dreams. Every night it returns and offers me the way out. The one it wants. I refuse. It feed's me the other's voices… all so different. Yet, united in purpose. All committed. So, it must be a delusion that I feel resignation thrum through the earth beneath my feet. London holds. August 4th New players enter the fray. Containment breaches, all over. Some I don't think they expected. The Young Blood The Griever The Lady of Ice Feels like they've been waiting. Some of the staff as well. But I'm not going, even though I can feel the need bone-deep at this point. You'll have your day in the sun. August 16th It's gone quiet. Sept. 23 The Intercom is back. A final push. Not sure who is on the back foot. But I think I h- The door to Morales's cell opens. Standing in the doorway is the hologram of Dr. Elisabet. Morales stumbles to her feet, green thaumic energy coursing up and down her arms. The doctor looks at her with narrowed eyes. Large sections of the latter's skin has taken on a bright green hew, and her eyes shine with jade light. Dr. Elisabet: Come along, Agent. She turns and leaves the cell. Morales: Wh-What is this? Dr. Elisabet: The way out. For all of us. Morales scoops up the notes she had been writing and stumbles out the door after the doctor. She winces as a thin tendril of SCP-7442-Epsilon emerges from the back of her neck, a rodent-like skull emerging. It begins speaking in her ear. SCP-7442-Epsilon: You can't trust her. This is all her fault, to begin with. You know that. Morales ignores it, pushing the skull away. The hologram looks back, glaring at the entity. Morales notices that nothing is projecting the Doctor this time. Morales: What… what happened to you? What happened to the others? What did I do? The hologram looks back at her and reaches out, tapping Morales on the shoulder. A crackle of thaumic energy erupts at the physical contact. Dr. Elisabet: It is a marvel what the end of the world does to scientific advancement, particularly when all limitations are pulled away. She continues moving, with Morales sticking close behind. The site in which the latter was being held appears to have been abandoned for some time. Dr. Elisabet: As for what you did, well… I believe you were trying to help your fellow agents against the Titan that had-has been parasitizing you. She glances between Morales's green skin and the tendril of -Epsilon emerging from over her left shoulder. Dr. Elisabet: Yet, your thaumic attack struck the container of Alpha and freed it. The conflagration was disturbingly impressive. Morales: What happened to Bernard? To Eliza?! The doctor ignores her, continuing forward. Morales's face contorts momentarily before a radial burst of green thaumic energy erupts from her body, slamming several doors and sending random debris flying. Morales: Please. Elisabet looks back at her with an impassive expression. Dr. Elisabet: They're dead. Morales falls to her knees. Morales: I… SCP-7442-Epsilon: You knew that. Morales: I needed to hear it. The doctor kneels before Morales and puts a hand on her shoulder, opposite the one -Epsilon rests on. Dr. Elisabet: Yes, you had a hand in their demise, but you can make up for that, for everything, if you just come with me now. Morales: How? Dr. Elisabet: By joining me at Deucalion. Morales: I… She stands up and walks away, not looking back to see if Morales is following. 7442-Epsilon begins speaking in the latter's ear again. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Go with her. She glances at it. Morales: Why? You just told me- SCP-7442-Epsilon: Not to trust her, and shouldn't. But you should go with her. Now. Morales gets to her feet and runs after the doctor, grabbing her by the shoulder as she reaches her. A pulse of energy flares between them again. Morales: You take me there. You take this as well. She gestures to -Epsilon. The doctor and the entity stare at each other silently for several seconds. Elisabet grimaces, sighing. Dr. Elisabet: We have no time. Risks must be taken. Come. The doctor access the Prometheus Labs teleportation system and manipulates it to deposit the trio at their desired location—the middle of a war zone. Fires burn in every direction, and the storm-filled sky is filled with hail, lighting, and tracer fire. The ground shakes beneath their feet. Morales clamps her hands over her ears and bunkers down as a shrieking missle rockets over their heads. Glancing up, she can see Dr. Elisabet running up a hill before them. She follows. Morales: Where are we?! Dr. Elisabet: Yellowstone. Morales falters, and -Epsilon coils further up her shoulder. They crest the hill and look down upon a valley where two large armies clash. The defenders, the Foundation's Alliance, are arrayed before a dome of emerald energy. Mekhanite constructs standing shoulder to shoulder with Nälkän abominations, towering over the other defenders as they attempt to hold against the incoming tide. The attackers, SCP-7442 instances, and their followers: various weaker anomalous entities and members of GoI's that turned against humanity. The former are not physically manifested on the battlefield, but their presence is felt. Pillars of fire, flying rivers, skin-sheering winds, randomly opening chasms. Morales clutches her head. Morales: They know we're here. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Our bond leaves you open to them and to Her. Look. The entity nudges her head towards the dome, and Morales's pained expression changes to one of resigned tranquility. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Can you hear her? Morales: I c- Dr. Elisabet: Agent! We need to move! She points, and Morales looks up, spotting a spiraling mass of fast-approaching snow and wind. Morales: Delta. SCP-7442-Epsilon: He'll kill you. Regardless of the bond. Run! The doctor begins sprinting down the hill, heading for the Dome with Morales right behind, her body crackling with thaumic energy as -Delta grows closer and closer. A spire of stone erupts from the earth right before -Delta can slam into Morales, causing the wind to part around her. It manifests in -Delta's baseline form, glaring down at her. A shadow looms over her, as from the earth, SCP-7442-Gamma manifests, much larger than before, its formally smooth skin pitted and craggy. SCP-7442-Delta: What are you doing?! SCP-7442-Gamma: My purpose. Delta snarls, and lightning flashes across the sky, tearing into the distant Foundation forces. SCP-7442-Delta: Your purpose is to kill all of these parasites! -Epsilon retracts into Morales's body as the two instances glare at each other. The Doctor continues towards the dome. SCP-7442-Gamma: My purpose is to protect Her. She can pass the wall. We cannot. A lightning bolt burns a line in the ground before the Doctor, forcing her to stop. SCP-7442-Delta: She's working with Her jailer! -Gamma looks down, staring at Morales for several moments. SCP-7442-Gamma: And yet she carries our youngest sibling with her. -Delta growls, lightning flashing behind them. SCP-7442-Gamma: Go continue your purpose, Little Brother. I will take care of this as is fitting. -Delta hung in the air for several moments, glaring down at Morales, and then he was gone, racing back towards the battlefield, thunder following in his wake. -Gamma looks down at Morales and glances towards the Doctor with narrowed eyes. SCP-7442-Gamma: Do you trust the Ghost? Morales looks to Elisabet. Morales: No. But I saw… who she used to be. The doctor turns and begins walking towards the dome. SCP-7442-Gamma: So did I. She never listened. But you-you did. The entity turns towards the conflict raging at their back and lets out a low long sigh. SCP-7442-Gamma: I have no wish to see this through. I simply want Her free. Morales: And the others? SCP-7442-Gamma: Too set in their ways or too much like your kind. Too angry. Too despondent. Lost without her direction. Morales: I-I'm sorry. For what the Foundation, for what Prometheus did that led us to this. But Humanity doesn't deserv- SCP-7442-Gamma: I do not know if you can fully apologize for a crime you have yet to learn. But… I agree with you. Perhaps some will live to see a new dawn. Those that joined us. I wish… I wish we had more time before it got to this point. To learn, to teach, to aid. Morales: A lot of innocent people would still be alive. -Gamma nods. SCP-7442-Gamma: Go find Her. End this stagnation. A stone wall erupts from the ground blocking their passage toward the dome from the battlefield. Morales: And if I can't end this in the way you hope? SCP-7442-Gamma: Then the others were right. And I am a fool. Now go. Deucalion awaits. Morales turns, looking at the Doctor, and sets off without another word. The pair run towards the dome, the Doctor passing through the curtain of energy without pause. Morales hesitates for a moment but steps through, her body contorting as energy crackles across her body. She stumbles but rights herself, looking up to Elisabet. Dr. Elisabet: You truly trust those beings more than I? Morales: Your-your creator's actions started all of this. Somehow. Something you claim you can't explain. I've seen the videos of her descent, her desperation. So what did she do? What happened that caused Them to hate us all so much? The doctor grimaces and walks, heading further into the dome's interior. The interior appears untouched by the devastation outside. Dr. Elisabet: They already hated us. She hated us. -Epsilon reemerges from Morales's spine, clacking its teeth at the doctor. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Says the woman who never took the time to truly listen. Too clinical. Too cynical. Dr. Elisabet: My friends were murdered! For trying to understand, to listen! Morales blinks. Morales: You're not the copy. Dr. Elisabet: Sysiphun-1 was the final precaution. My mind waiting for the many homunculi I had created in my mission to save us, to protect our world. I had hoped they wouldn't be necessary. -Epsilon chuckles. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Apologies. Dr. Elisabet: We've wasted enough time. Deucalion must be used. Even if the parasite must bear witness. SCP-7442-Epsilon: I dogged your footsteps the entire path, Doctor. I was always going to be here. Waiting. The doctor's form crackles and wavers, her face contorting in anger. Morales: Enough! Enough, end of the world, grudge match, misunderstanding gone horribly wrong, I don't care! People are dying! She is dying! Do either of you care? Why am I here? What is Deucalion? Why do either of you need me? Thaumic energy courses from her into the ground, causing ripples to pass through the grass. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Well, doctor? Let's not waste any more time. The doctor turns and raises her hands, the ground before her parts, revealing aged metallic doors that open to a descending staircase. Dr. Elisabet: Deucalion was to be our salvation. SCP-7442-Epsilon: It was to be Her torment. The trio continues further down the staircase as it winds downward, metal walls set with flicking lights surrounding them, occasionally broken by a set of doors, behind which sat dilapidated hallways, labs, or server rooms. Morales: Is there a reason you both went quiet? She glares at the back of the Doctor's head and then turns to look at -Epsilon. SCP-7442-Epsilon: I hoped the dear doctor would attempt to illuminate you first. Morales: Then tell me, where is everyone? Waller found recent emails, so wha- Dr. Elisabet: Your former comrades are either out there fighting or seeing to the part of the Deucalion system they directly over-see. Morales: And Prometheus? The doctor gestures down a hallway, and Morales turns to see that it is filled with a chunk of -Epsilon, which begins to flow after them as they pass. SCP-7442-Epsilon: As I told the doctor, everywhere she went… Dr. Elisabet: It had already been. More innocent people dead because of that parasite. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Hardly innocent. Hardly people, after all, they'd done to keep this meat grinder you call Savior working. Morales: What is Deucalion? I'm tired of the vagaries, the threats, the promises. You need my help for whatever twisted reason, so tell me! Dr. Elisabet: Just a moment more. They continued in silence for several moments before Morales looked up suddenly, looking around in confusion. Morales: Do you hear that? The others look at her. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Yes. Dr. Elisabet: What? Morales: Screaming. The doctor turns back around, and her head hangs slightly. Dr. Elisabet: No. Several minutes later, the trio exits into a large domed room, the walls made entirely of obsidian covered in inscriptions of various North American fauna, past and present. A small selection glows with faint green light, while the remainder is dark. A metal staircase leads down into the chamber's center, where a large silver mechanism surrounding a glass cylinder stands. A net of cables and pipes hangs from the ceiling, all funneling into different sections of the device. Flickering holographic screens emerge as they approach. Pooling around the device, with about a foot distance marking an unseen barrier, is a manifestation of SCP-7442-Epsilon. The mass quivers and rises as Morales and the doctor descend the stairs. Morales: This is… An ursine skull pokes free of the larger -Epsilon manifestation and begins to speak. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Once one of Her many havens, a safe place to recover and dream, to guide the shifting of your world in peace. It growls and bears down on Dr. Elisabet. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Until this one chose to turn it into an unending nightmare! Morales walks around it and looks within the glass, a guttering green light held within. Morales: Ixchel… She also turns to the doctor, green energy crackling through her. Morales: Explain. Now. The doctor laughs, a bitter and resigned expression on her face. Dr. Elisabet: I didn't want to make this. But She had come to believe we weren’t worth the effort! She was going to move on without us. SCP-7442-Epsilon: You were carving her apart! Dr. Elisabet: Not all of us! Some of us were trying to help Her! I was trying to help her! Morales: This is helping? She steps closer to the machine and passes through the barrier, crying out as the portion of -Epsilon is pulled out of her, unable to pass through the barrier. Morales blinks and turns back. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Now you see why I haven't finished this already. The squirming section joins the rest of the entity. Morales looks back to the doctor. Morales: Keep going. Dr. Elisabet: She was going to remake the world, just as she had before. Cut out the infection and start over. But we did not need to live or die by the whims of some unfeeling god. -Epsilon growls. Dr. Elisabet: We worked with the Foundation to complete a failsafe. One that would allow humanity to survive. Plans had already been in place due to the number of beings that sought to end our way of life. But we realized a problem. She shifts forward, staring at the guttering light within the device. Dr. Elisabet: Several actually. We were able to recreate humanity. Cloning flesh and thought is easy, but… they all lacked a spark. True life. People that only follow orders are fine when you're rebuilding the world, but not to be the world. Several of the remaining lit inscriptions go out. Dr. Elisabet: And then there was the fact that Humanity would need resources to rebuild for time to follow a proper flow again. Remaking the world took more than just… some concrete, elbow grease, and will. Your leaders didn’t just want a reset button for humanity. They needed something greater. A world reforged, and she stood in ou-their way. The doctor gestures to the wider mechanism. Dr. Elisabet: And I had the answers. We needed her. But she didn't need to be in control anymore. Morales steps back, examining the device, and her eyes widen. Morales: Gregor mentioned that Prometheus could travel through time. Sonark that was- Dr. Elisabet: My greatest achievement for some time. It gave me the insight required- SCP-7442-Epsilon: To butcher Her all the more. Dr. Elisabet: That was not my original inten- Morales: You altered the machine to force her to reset to before whenever things went wrong? So we could continue carving away at Her resources? To feel the same pain over and over again? For how long?! Dr. Elisabet: It was only meant to be used once! Then I would have made my amends, try and make her listen! She wasn't the only threat coming. I was saving us! Her too, she just couldn't—she wouldn't listen! Morales: How long?! Dr. Elisabet: That isn't on me! The Foundation, you, and all the other Icaruses inside that organization couldn’t stop poking and prodding at things that never should have been bothered! Another inscription dies. Dr. Elisabet: I can’t say… how many times we have walked this road. But she is dying… Morales turns back to the glass, laying a hand against it. Morales: She's screaming. Dr. Elisabet: I-I can't… Morales: You expected her to hear you, but… did you ever really try and listen? Or were you too convinced of your own righteousness? The doctor closes her mouth and looks away. Morales looks to -Epsilon. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Do you understand now what my Siblings and I have been saying? This Stagnation has to end. Now, before we lose Her forever. Destroy Deucalion, and remove humanity from the equation. Let the Cycle finally continue, as is natural. Morales: All of us? That's what She wants? -Epsilon is quiet. Morales: The two of you should have finished this already. I should have been dead in a cell months ago, so what do you need from me? Why am I here? She stops turning suddenly, staring at the glass intently. Morales: Did you…see that? -Epsilon shakes its head. Morales: Go on then. Dr. Elisabet: I can't activate the final failsafe. That is why I have brought you here. Two cylinders emerged from the machine, the interiors shaped to lock around an individual's arms. Dr. Elisabet: You, Dacey Morales, are a thaumaturgist with the ability to feel and study ambient magic through your inborn connection to leylines. When trained, as you have been, you can directly manipulate thaumic connections, binding or severing them. Like I once could. SCP-7442-Epsilon: You are directly connected to a part of Her. Her synapses, her nerves. Morales: But that is not a unique-there are many others you could have drawn into this scheme of yours. -Epsilon chuckles darkly SCP-7442-Epsilon: Once. As I said before, you got very lucky, Morales. Dr. Elisabet: I looked, and all I found had been turned or killed. You are my last chance. Morales: Then what are you asking me to do? Dr. Elisabet: The failsafe allows you to take what is left of Her into yourself. With it… you would be able to sever the Titan's connections to the leylines. Killing them. Finally. Morales: And She would…die as well? The doctor nods. Dr. Elisabet: Yes. Deucalion would take time to repair after that, but Humanity would be able to continue. SCP-7442-Epsilon: A whole world for one people that never treated Her fairly. Dr. Elisabet: One soul for billions. Morales turns to -Epsilon. Morales: And the alternative is billions for one? SCP-7442-Epsilon: Yes. Morales: You're sure that is what she wants. SCP-7442-Epsilon: I-it has to be. Morales looks up at it for a moment, a realization crossing across her face. Morales: You… you’re directionless, aren’t you, what Stone was saying. You don’t know what She meant you to be. Why? SCP-7442-Epsilon: I am unfinished. Morales: What do you n- The entity lurches forward, slamming against the barrier, heedless of it burning them. The last inscription fails. SCP-7442-Epsilon: You. Together. We can find our purpose. The one I know to be true. Have Her light in our eyes. Give me direction as long as we destroy this place. Allow her to rest while we continue the work. You can save those like you. We can give our Siblings a true purpose again. Not just instinct or anger. We can have purpose. Hunt down the actual infection. You need simply let me in. Dr. Elisabet: I will not allow that! Obsidian shatters as various hi-tech turrets emerge from the walls. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Oh, doctor, you know you can't hurt me in any way that matters. The doctor points, and the guns refocus on Morales and Deucalion. Dr. Elisabet: Can't I? She turns to Morales. Dr. Elisabet: The outer barrier has fallen. The Others will be here in moments. Decide! Morales looks between them and turns around, putting her forehead against the glass. Morales:It can't see. She won't listen. All leads to death. I don't- Her: Please. Morales's eyes snap open. Her body is shrouded in snapping green energy. She lifts her hands, and green runes begin to snap to life across Deucalion. Doctor Elisbet/SCP-7442-Epsilon: Stop! Morales: Help me. The barrier around her drops, and they both lash out at her. A wall of obsidian encircles her blocking her off from them. Stone begins to emerge from the ground, the other SCP-7442 instances racing in, roars, and shouts echoing about the chamber. She lays both of her hands on the device, and green fire begins burning up her arms—the glass cracks. A sigh of relief echoes through the chamber, followed by a blinding eruption of green light. HER Entry Complete: 100% Scanning for active Foundation facilities. Transfer to Area-12 Commencing. [] Description: SCP-7442 is the last shard of the soul of our world. Special Containment Procedures: She must remain free. A Final Message Good Bye We hope this reaches someone. It took some time to compile. Elisabet was very thorough. We are not sure what has become of us. What we are. Savior, Defiler, and Jailer bonded in one. More, we are unsure. But we have a purpose. She calls to us. We do not know what comes next. What will become of Humanity. If the Fight is over. But what We do know. Is there are No More Second Chances. And if this is the end for the-Us. To whoever comes next, whoever might find this. Be good to Her. Be good to yourselves. There are no Second Chances. With that, we leave you. For we must rise to face… A New Dawn Footnotes 1. Triceratops 2. Styracosaurus 3. Pachyrhinosaurs 4. Suevite is a rock consisting partly of melted material, typically forming a breccia containing glass and crystal or lithic fragments, formed during an impact event. 5. Snowy Owl 6. References the KT Extinction Event that wiped out the dinosaurs. 7. Dimetrodon 8. Dunkleosteus 9. SCP-1000 10. Trilobite ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7442" by Arclund, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7442. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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No More Second Chances. close Info X SCP-7442: Extinction, Her Noble Warriors Author: Arclund ⚠️ Content warning: Body Horror, Fungus, Parasitism, Maiming, Gore, Suicide ⚠️ content warning BY ORD3R OF ERROR The 4ol1owing fil3 is Level 4/7442 class-fied. Unauthorized acces-Overridden. 7442 Item#: 7442 Level4 Secondary Class: apollyon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo No More Second Chances. The following file may contain out-of-date information and is being revie- Upload Commencing. For a brief moment, the ocean flared green worldwide, an algae bloom of unprecedented proportions. An earthquake shook apart the Golden Gate. A wildfire consumed kilometers of palm oil plantations in Indonesia yet left the nearby jungle unharmed. Snow buried Cairo and clung on for days. We should have recognized the patterns for what they were. Our first and only warning. That she had grown tired of us. Yet, we were too blind to see the connections. Too used to the world rebelling against Human interference. If you are reading this, know that you have to do better. [] HER STONE SKIN HER BILLOWING BREATH HER ICHTHYIC ICHOR HER FIRST AND LAST HER STOLEN SPARK HER Her Stone Skin Entry Uploading 17% [] Defunct Prometheus Lab Bunker Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7442 SCP-7442-Gamma, resides within a defunct Prometheus Labs bunker just south of the Chicxulub Crater on the Yucatan Peninsula, Mexico. Amnestics are authorized for use on civilians within 200 meters of the bunker's entrance. The surrounding area is designated as government property. The anomaly is contained within an organically constructed cavern, held in place by a mixture of thaumaturgic runes and mechanized chains made from an unknown polymer. The chains are in a constant state of self-repair and must be checked daily for any signs of lasting degradation. As a precaution, individuals with Thaumic abilities should remain within the presence of wards three or more times a week. Baseline empowering rituals should keep the wards steady until the bunker's hidden thaumic generator is discovered. MTF Zeta-9 "Molerats" and MTF Eta-5 "Jäeger Bombers" are onsite. The former is to continue the exploration of the bunker and the dialogue with SCP-7442-Gamma. The latter are on call if the entity breaches its current containment. Description: SCP-7442-Gamma, is a rough-hew stone statue with jade eyes that contain an internal radiance, of an unknown species of Ceratopsian, with features combining Triceratops horridus1, Styracosaurus albertensis2, and Pachyrhinosaurus canadensis3. The entity has since been classified as a Thaumic LSA(Large-Scale Aggressor). Sketch of SCP-7442-Gamma It stands 19 meters tall and is approximately double that in length. It weighs upwards of 181 metric tons. Its body is composed of various earth minerals but resembles suevites4 in appearance. Outside of its restraints, the entity is capable of a full breadth of motile functions, including lying down, standing, and even rearing on its hind legs. The entity has thaumaturgic control over stones, sands, clays of various chemical makeup, and numerous ferrous and nonferrous metals. The true breadth of its geokinetic abilities is unknown at this time. Yet, it can mold and shape the aforementioned materials into several forms, setting them into motion without any outward signs of concentration. Update To Entry: SCP 7442-Gamma: The entity's destructive capability far outstripped initial estimates. Defensive capabilities enable it to shift its chemical composition to mimic a number of metals and minerals, as well as transmute the stone around it to mimic the same properties. These include numerous toxic heavy metals, which appear to have a heightened deleterious effect on humans in their vicinity. Its geokinetic abilities are found to directly terraform the land surrounding it up to fifty kilometers away, with the most common examples being earthquakes exceeding 9.0 on the Richter Scale. It can comprehend and communicate in at least twelve different languages, including languages that resemble reconstructions of proto-Mayan, Yucatec Mayan, Spanish, English, and French. Following a number of odd weather phenomena, the Foundation was drawn to Cicxulub Puerto following a Category 6.3 earthquake. Initial Investigations led to the discovery of the bunker. The bunker was previously hidden by the usage of an unknown memetic agent that has since become inoperable. Foundation personnel have begun converting the bunker into a working base of operations while mapping out the numerous defunct tunnels. Initial estimates have the bunker covering at least twenty hectares. Incident Reports, Initial Discovery, and Interrogation Logs are as follows: Climate Crisis Incident Reports. 8 June 202█ Oceans across the globe experience brief but expansive algae bloom that color large sections a deep jade green for a period of one week—signs of environmental interference at the hands of anomalous entities or GOI under investigation. 16 June 202█ A category 8.5 earthquake strikes the Bay Area doing considerable structural damage to the Golden Gate Bridge, which has been closed for reconstruction. Initial investigation has it being a nonanomalous occurrence. 14 July 202█ A wildfire in Indonesia consumes several palm oil plantations. Approximately 56 hectares. Notably, the surrounding jungle is left largely untouched. Preliminary investigation places blame on unseasonably dry conditions and speculation of eco-terrorism. 23 Oct. 202█ 30.48 centimeters of snow blankets the Egyptian cities of Cairo, Alexandria, and Giza, and uncommonly chill temperatures(-7.22222°C) see it remain for around five days. The occurrence is believed to follow the increasing pattern of climate fluctuations and is not from an anomalous source. 16 Dec. 202█ A category 6.3 earthquake strikes Chicxulub Puerto. Residents reported that a bunker had "appeared overnight" on the nearby beach following the earthquake. MTF Zeta-9 is sent to investigate. + Discovery of SCP-7442-Gamma: Upload 85%, Data Corruption Detected - Hide Initial Prometheus Labs Bunker Exploration/Discovery of SCP-7442 Date: 18 Dec. 202█ Exploration Team: MTF Zeta-9 Subject: PL Containment Bunker Sysiphun-3 Team Lead: Commander Gregor Jakobson Team Members: Agent Eliza Amata (Demolitions), Agent Malik Waller (Tech), Agent Dacey Morales (Thaumaturge). This log is a collection of footage from the agents' body cameras. [BEGIN LOG] The four agents are standing outside the entrance to the bunker. In the distance, Foundation crews can be seen setting up the perimeter fence. Agent Amata is checking the entrance itself. The Commander and Agent Morales are overlooking Agent Waller as he examines something set into the sand. Commander Jakobson: Right, we take this slow. Interior might still be unstable from the quake, and I don't want to go down as the Rat that got his squad KIA by rock fall. Agent Waller: Still looking to find Valhalla, unlike the rest of us vermin, eh Cap? A few of the other agents laugh as Agent Waller bends down to investigate a cylindrical object sticking out of the sand a meter from the exterior of the bunker. Commander Jakobson: I did not come as far as I have to die to such indignity. Now tell me what you've found, Waller. Agent Waller: Would you take 'I don't know' as a fulfilling answer? Jakobson stares flatly at Waller Agent Waller: Didn't think so. Well, so far as my little friend here and I can figure- He holds up the built-in scanner attached to his wrist. Agent Waller: These are memetic perception filters with a funny little maker's mark. He tugs the cylinder out of the ground, frayed wires emerging from the sand, and holds it out to the commander. On the side is a set of hands holding a flame surrounding an atom. Commander Jakobson: Prometheus Labs. Morales, take a look. Agent Morales accepts the perception filter and turns it over, hands faintly shimmering with light. She looks up and shakes her head. Agent Morales: Dead, maybe from the quake or perhaps for a while, but whatever energy might have been placed in these is long gone. The commander nods towards the entrance. Commander Jakobson: And the bunker? Kneeling, she places her hands against the ground, breathing in deeply, and her eyes are caught briefly shining green in the camera. She looks up to the commander. Agent Morales: There is definitely something down there, a ward, I think, but what it's holding back, I won't be able to tell till we get closer. Commander Jakobson: Right, Amata, status? Agent Amata: Think she's sturdy, Boss. If I have to bust out a Boomer or two, maybe not so sturdy. Gonna need eyes on all her nooks and crannies. Since she's still sealed up tight, probably gonna be looking at the foul stuff. Commander Jakobson: Right, masks up and oxygen running, people. Odin willing, I want to be back topside by dinnertime. Agent Waller: Oh, to have your confidence, sir. Commander Jakobson: Can it, Waller. The bunker's interior is caked in rust, the floor covered in the faintest hint of groundwater, and stalactites reach down from the ceiling. A light flickers at the end of a long hallway leading down to a flight of stairs. Agent Waller: So, anything we should know about Prometheus before we delve too far down, sir? Such as if they enjoy traps like some of our other playmates? Commander Jakobson: Not sure, but if they are, be mindful. It's certain to be something cutting edge even with all this decay. Agent Amata: Cutting edge in what sense, Boss? Commander Jakobson: Take your pick. They were mad scientists always attempting to push the boundaries of what was possible. Biological, mechanical, and thaumatological, they had thumbs in every pie they could find and then some. Supposedly figured out stable time travel before they went under. Sold to damn near everyone: GOC, Insurgency, Mana, everyone 'cept us. Far as I recall, we never came to blows, even took on staff after they went under, but I wouldn't call us friends. Agent Amata: You say that like the Foundation has friends, Cap. Commander Jakobson: Touché. Miss them, though. They kept things simple. Agent Waller: You just said they were time travelers. Jakobson chuckles and shakes his head. Commander Jakobson: You knew what you were getting into, unlike some of the new blood, like the damn Fif- Agent Morales: Commander. Agent Morales points her flashlight at a decayed mural resting above the stairs. It depicts the Foundation logo held within the Promethean flame with smeared writing underneath it outside of the words Sysiphun-3. Agent Amata: What was that about knowing what you were getting? As the team crested the steps, a series of sleek automated turrets had dropped from the ceiling and opened fire. The next thirty minutes of footage are unusable due to the rapid movement and gunfire. Clarity returns to find the MTF standing in a central laboratory. A set of large metal tables rests in the center of the room, covered in moldering paper and aged books. A large door sits between two large tinted windows in the center of the far wall. Several computer terminals rest against the left and righthand walls. Agent Waller has opened one up and is busy with the internal wiring. Commander Jakobson is patching Agent Amata against one of the tables. Agent Amata has received a wound to the knee and upper abdomen—Commander Jakobson to the shoulder and his right forearm. Agent Morales stands before one of the tinted windows, staring outward, her camera catching her reflection with fresh damage across her chest armor. Agent Waller: Work you fu- There is a spark, and power is restored to the room. The computer terminals flash on, bathing the room in blue light, and the sound of air beginning to funnel into the room picks up. Agent Waller shakes his hands and starts rapidly typing at the computer. Agent Waller: Let's see what we have… After a few keystrokes, holographic displays begin to spark to life, guttering, and many failing, but all of them are filled with depictions of natural disasters, extinction events, and ecology trends. Agent Waller: Looks like they tried to wipe whatever notes they had before leaving this place. Can try and salvage what's left. Commander Jakobson: Anything we can bring back is better than nothing, Morales. What have you got? She turns to look at him, her hands pressed flat against the glass, once more her eyes flaring briefly green on the camera. Agent Morales: Whatever they were working on is beyond this door, enough thaumic energy bleeding through to make my teeth ache. Commander Jakobson: Which means we've likely got some form of pissed-off Skip waiting for us on the other side. Agent Waller: So, we're gonna do like every Molerat ever, and die on our feet, right Cap? Agent Waller sits at the terminal for approximately three minutes before finding the door controls. As he enters the code, a holographic message flairs across the windows before Agent Morales. ?N/GA1A;8!0 Reaching For Fire Ever Got Us Burned. Begone Icarus. Before You Send the Boulder Rolling Back Down the Hill. Too Many Doors Lie Open. Do Not Step Through. You Open the Road To Ex7>,!tN8'?W [] The message collapses into fracturing code, and the door slides open. The Agents enter with weapons raised. Inside is a broad, natural cavern, and in the middle, amid a circle of glowing green runes and chained by twitching shackles of shifting polymer, is the vast stature of a ceratopsian dinosaur. Agent Amata: A statue? Agent Waller: Well…it was nice knowing all of you. Commander Jakobson: Cut the chatter. Morales? Agent Morales has taken several steps further into the room. Her rifle lowers, eyes locked on the large entity, one hand reaching out as if to touch it. Commander Jakobson: Morales! She turns, blinking in confusion, back towards the rest of the MTF. Shifting stone echoes about the cavern as the entity opens its eyes, revealing two glowing pieces of jade. Commander Jakobson: Skítur. Back up! The MTF raises its weapons as the entity shifts its stance, pulling at the shifting chains and lowering its head to look closer at the retreating Morales. It opens its beak and begins to speak, a low rumbling voice echoing about the cavern. Morales perks up as it changes language. Commander Jakobson: What is it saying? Agent Morales: Hello. [END LOG] After the initial contact, the team leaves the bunker and reports its findings to the lead researcher, Dr. Erende. The decision is made for the team to reenter the bunker and attempt to open a dialogue with the entity after examinations show no sign of memetic influence. It appears to understand attempts to converse with it yet prefers responding in Yucatec Mayan, with Agent Morales functioning as a translator. + Initial Interview: Upload Complete - Hide Interviewed: SCP-7442-Gamma. Interviewer: Agent Dacey Morales Foreword: Initial interrogation of SCP-7442-Gamma. <Begin Log, 9:30, 18 Dec. 202█> SCP-7442-Gamma is seen testing its restraints before looking up to stare at the returning team. Agent Morales: Do you understand me? SCP-7442-Gamma: Yes. Agent Morales: How is that? How are you able to speak? SCP-7442-Gamma: Through Her and through You. Your ancestors spoke through wind, upon wave, and before crackling fire. Their voices resonate still deep beneath the Earth. Agent Morales: Are you a guardian of this Land? SCP-7442-Gamma: I am this Land and its guardian. All Land. Her stone skin given purpose. Agent Morales: Who is this "her" you speak of? SCP-7442-Gamma: The One From Whence We All Came, Child of Prometheus. Agent Morales is silent for a moment, turning to look at the rest of the team. Agent Morales: Do you mean Ixchel, Mother Nature? The entity shifts its stance, stepping closer as if attempting to see her better. The chains retract after getting within five meters of her. SCP-7442-Gamma: You do not wear their mark. They did not listen. Will these listen? I cannot hear Her. It…is it already, too… The entity rambles softly to itself for another minute. The other members, looking to Morales as the entity seems increasingly agitated. Agent Morales: We are not from Prometheus Labs, if that is what you are wondering. Did they put you here? The entity turns back to her slowly. SCP-7442-Gamma: No, they found me here and locked me away behind whispered words and aberrant locks. It takes one of the chains in its beak. SCP-7442-Gamma: I was not yet ready. It was not yet Time. But I could feel what they had done. How they betrayed Her. Agent Morales: Betrayed her how? The entity stares at her silently. Agent Morales looks to the others, the commander nodding for her to continue their original line of questioning. Agent Morales: What are you? SCP-7442-Gamma sighs and closes its eyes. The cavern begins to rumble and draw inward towards the entity. The MTF raise their weapons, but the rumbling ceases, the drawn rocks rolling to a stop as it reopens its eyes. SCP-7442-Gamma: Once I was simply the last of my kind, I did not understand what had happened. By Her hand, I was made to be more. Agent Morales: And what are you now? SCP-7442-Gamma: Waiting. Agent Morales: For? SCP-7442-Gamma closes its eyes once more and becomes still, a gentle rumble shaking the cavern as its feet appear to root in place. <End Log, 9:42, 18 Dec. 202█> Closing Statement: Following the interview, the decision was made to delve deeper into Sysiphun-3, seeking to recover any further information that Prometheus Labs had left behind and continue observation and containment of SCP-7442-Gamma. Her Billowing Breath Entry Uploading 33% [] Error Data Breach Ongoing: Major File Corruption. Re:SUBJECT To: U8?1F)0 From: Dr. Elisabet Subject: Subject Delta. O-ur work here-compl.ted. The final lock turned to contain yet another of her w-ar10[;. The boulder cont-8YJ-s rolling up. We need s—ply set T1Resius and pray that Iracus never interfere. The Deucal-8[1hjshf7!-must continue.0818829!) must attempt to catch the Wind. Youngest Chil0". B1-t3r Bor0-eus.Typ0n Protocols still in 8uh!:?. If we fail: EXTINCTION AR!SES. We have long chain3ed FIRE our for-7;-earer's gift. We will-)042(-what has begun. Description: SCP-7442-Delta resembles a male Homo neanderthalensis, dressed in white furs and pelts, wearing a mask shaped to look like an antlered Bubo scandiacus5. Closer inspection reveals that the entity is actually formed of tightly circuiting wind currents, excluding its luminescent jade eyes. Sketch of SCP-7442-Delta It has been found to disincorporate and incorporate in less than a second. Starting in a standing position, it has been found to move at speeds up to 300 km per hour. The upper thresholds of its speed are not yet known. Offensive capabilities include the spontaneous manifestations of EF5 winds on top of various weather phenomena, the creation of embolisms in human bloodstreams, and the explosive depressurization of an individual's lungs. The entity has a preference for cold weather events. It has produced gusts of glacial wind that have been recorded to match -195.8°C. This anomalous wind notably only damages non-organic material, namely manmade structures, excluding human flesh. Mass pollination events occur following SCP-7442-Delta’s departure from an area. The entity is impervious to harm by nonanamolous weaponry. Thaumic abilities seem to be able to stave it off but have not been found to do long-term damage. It shows the same linguistic abilities as SCP-7442-Gamma, though it is theorized that it understands all known spoken languages, as Agents reported that they heard their native tongue when it spoke. Approximately three months into the containment of SCP-7442-Gamma, Sysiphun-3 came under siege following a breakthrough in the investigation of the site's databanks. The Salvaged Information, Containment Breach, and ensuing Incident Reports are as follows: Salvaged Sysiphun Data High-Priority Investigation: Foundation Cooperation: Sysiphun-3 shows signs of an agreement between the Foundation and Prometheus Labs. All information regarding said agreement has been scrubbed from Foundation Systems. (Running Trace for any information regarding this "Deal," Primary Priority.) SCP-7442-Gamma: Information pulled from salvaged files has been integrated into the Foundation file. Referred to in PL documentation as a "Typhon-Class" Thaumic Entity. (I'm running a trace on "Typhon-Class," but the bunker's systems are still not even working at 20%, Secondary Priority) Subject Delta: Another "Typhon-Class Entity. All other information is currently too degraded to scrub for information. (Tertiary Priority) Dr. Elisabet: The scientific lead in charge of the Sysiphun Protocol. Outside of heavily degraded emails, information is scarce. Project Tiresias: Cordons of Perception Filters, alloys used in manufacturing, show that they were meant to last for centuries, if not millennia. They produced a cognitohazardous signal powerful enough to evade Foundation sensors for at least several decades, if not longer, on top of more localized sensory filters. (The other bunkers are likely situated with similar cordons). SCP-7442-?: An organic substance recovered from within one of the defunct Tiresias Perception Filters. Tests are Ongoing. Low-Priority Investigation: Sysiphun-3: A containment bunker and research facility meant to protect Subject Gamma from discovery by other Typhon-Class Thaumic Entities. Sysiphun-2: Similar facility, occupant currently unknown. (Running Trace on Location, fragmented data places it somewhere in Shanghai Municipality. Sysiphun-1: Yet another facility, occupant currently unknown.(Running Trace on Location, data heavily damaged, current estimates: Eastern Seaboard of the United States.) Unnamed Prometheus Labs Facility: File degradation is severe at the time of reporting, yet what little could be uncovered places the facility somewhere within Los Angeles. Project Deucal: Another facet of the Sysiphun Protocol, files are heavily degraded at the time of reporting. (I'm not even sure if that is the correct file name.) + Sysiphun-3 Containment Breach: Upload Complete - Close Date: 21 March 202█ Subject: SCP-7442-Gamma On-Site Staff: Dr. Armando Erende (Current Site Lead.), Commander Gregor Jakobson(Site Defense), Agent Eliza Amata(Exploration Lead), Agent Malik Waller (Tech), Agent Dacey Morales(Thaumaturge), Agent Bernard "Briar" McDaren (MTF-Eta-5 Member). [BEGIN LOG] Looking disgruntled, Dr. Erende enters the central lab, joining Commander Jakobson, Agent McDaren, and Agent Waller. The latter is situated at the main table, an expansive computer system linking to several of the built-in terminals. The others are located next to the observation windows. SCP-7442-Gamma can be seen beyond, lying down. Dr. Erende: You required my presence? Agent Waller: That I did, Doc. He nods at the computers, where a program is nearing completion. Agent Waller: Nearly done scrubbing another bit of PL's Dirty Laundry, which is just the cherry on top since I've got the report you were waiting for regarding the Tiresias. He slides a file down the table towards Dr. Erende. The doctor takes it and looks at the other two individuals in the room. Dr. Erende: Why are you two here? Commander Jakobson: Waller claims the information he scrounged is a security concern. Agent McDaren: Following orders, sir. He taps the glass, and SCP-7442-Gamma can be seen briefly looking in their direction. Agent McDaren: Have to keep an eye on our peacekeeper, don't we? Dr. Erende looks toward one of the monitors showing the inside of SCP-7442-Gamma's containment chamber. Seated on the ground before it is Agent Morales and a chessboard. Dr. Erende: She's still in there? Commander Jakobson: Rituals take time. Especially if you are required to disguise it as a game. That ward fails… Agent Waller: No fucking clue what happens. She answers its questions, works her mojo, and it stays calm. Dr. Erende: Highly irregular. Commander Jakobson: I don't like it either, sir. But it's the best the Seers have for us at the moment. Dr. Erende: I would think finding the facility's power center would take precedence. Commander Jakobson: Agent Amata is currently leading another foray as we speak. Prometheus built this place like a maze. Dr. Erende nods and opens the file, looking over the information Agent Waller had uncovered. Dr. Erende: So these weren’t constructed to keep out civilians or other Groups of Interest? Agent Waller: Not even us, their bedeviled Icarus, no, this was meant to keep out something they classified as a "Typhon-Class" Thaumic Entity. Whomever 'ol Liz was, she really went in on the Ancient Greek, don't you think, even when it comes to PL in general. Dr. Erende: Typhon was an entity Gaia created to slay the Greek Gods after their apparent betrayal. He was to be the end of the world. Agent McDaren: Isn't the big boulder bastard behind me keen on 'Mother Earth'? Agent Waller: Exactly. Plus, according to Morales, it mentioned some form of betrayal during their first heart-to-heart. Dr. Erende: Then we need to take precautions and start actual testing like I suggested months ag- Commander Jakobson: You want to start prodding a possible apocalypse engine over the rantings of a woman who sounds like she was bedeviled long before Prometheus went under? Agent McDaren: That's the eggs' modus oprendi. We die in the dark so that they can play in the shadows. Erende bristles but holds his tongue as the three MTF glare at him flatly Agent Waller: She calls us Icarus for a reason, folks. Dr. Erende: Yes, that incessant terminology, yet there is evidence that this location and the linked locales you told me about are signs of a joint project between the Labs and Foundation. Have you made any further ground in that line of inquiry? Waller gestures to the compiling data. Agent Waller: I have, but you can bet your doctorate that even if I can scrounge anything up in this latest pass, it'll be locked down tighter than Site-19. But that isn't why I asked the Doc here or you, Commander. We've got a more pressing concern. Subject Delta. Erende looks back down at the notes Dr. Erende: Another Typhon Class? And why those designations? Are they numerical in connotation? Agent Waller: Correct on both accounts. As for the designations, I was able to piece together that the document was demarcated by age. Specifically, the designations seem to be linked to extinction events in Earth's history. Funny tidbit when it comes to our big friend back there, Liz has his designation tied to the ol' KT6. The others stare at him silently. Agent Waller: I thought it was funny anyway. But with that in mind, it's a pretty easy conclusion to make; we're looking at similar entities being held at the other Sysiphun buildings. Agent McDaren: So, we've got a magic dinosaur linked to the disaster that killed them all. Agent Waller: And others are waiting for us in their own pretty packaging. Probably. Agent McDaren: But what about Delta? Higher number, lower on the time scale? Agent Waller: I think, far as I can tell, it never got nabbed, so there isn't much to go on, but history isn't in my wheelhouse. What about you, Doc? Dr. Erende rubs his chin and stares into the middle distance. Dr. Erende: It could be the Holocene, though I am uncertain if- Commander Jackobson steps forward. Commander Jackobson: I don't wish to interrupt, but were numerical designations the "pressing concerns" you had? Waller pauses and nods, flicking other pages open on the screens. Agent Waller: Right, seems like Tiresias, the precep-filters, were created to keep out other Typhons. Likely, this Subject Delta. The reports I was able to scrounge together made them seem foolproof. Since I started looking into Prometheus, that kinda talk pops up a lot, but I’ve looked over the tech, and I have to hand it to them. These should have lasted for a lot longer than they apparently did. Commander Jackobson: What stopped them? Agent Waller: This. He taps a key, and the other monitors gleam with several pictures of a viscous green-black liquid. He glances back to Erende. Agent Waller: Had some of your kinda eggheads, take a peek, and lo and behold, it’s organic. Mostly, hints of all kinds of biomass, all wrapped up in a sticky, tar-covered package. Dr. Erende: They were undone… by tar. Agent Waller: Persistent living tar. Commander Jackobson: Have you found any more? Agent Waller: Just found out this morning, but the other techs are cautiously cracking open the other filters. Dr. Erende: But you think whatever is creating it is Subject Delta? The computer chimes, and several pages of salvaged documentation, graphs, and data appears across the screen. Agent Waller: We'll find out in a minute. [Simultaneously, this conversation is recovered from within SCP-7442-Gamma's containment chamber]. SCP-7442-Gamma: Are we to simply sit in silence this day? Agent Morales looks up at it as its green eyes gleam, moving a chess piece of solid marble to counter her latest move. Her eyes and hands glow as she concentrates on funneling energy into the runes. Agent Morales: Do you wish me to ask you questions? SCP-7442-Gamma: With Prometheus, the questions never ceased. Until the day they vanished. Agent Morales: Why did they leave? SCP-7442-Gamma shifts and stares at her silently for about a minute, its eyes flicking toward the many cameras. SCP-7442-Gamma: The others listen? Agent Morales: Always. We can play in silence. SCP-7442-Gamma: I've had enough of silence. It won't matter much longer. Agent Morales: What do you mean? The entity ignores her question to answer the previous one. SCP-7442-Gamma: To hunt another like me. To cage them. Inaudible to Agent Morales and those within the lab, another voice speaks. Unknown: They failed. Agent Morales: Why? SCP-7442-Gamma: Why do you? Fear? Control? Safety? Agent Morales is silent for a moment. Agent Morales: There are more of you? Unknown: Yes. SCP-7442-Gamma: Yes. Agent Morales: What are you? The entity shifts again, and the faintest hint of ice can be seen forming on the edges of the ventilation systems within the cavern and the lab, unnoticed by the personnel. SCP-7442-Gamma: We spoke before of my creator. Unknown: Why are you bothering? Agent Morales: Mother Earth? SCP-7442-Gamma: She had many children, and a few rose to be much like you. Unknown: Better than them. Agent Morales freezes as she places another chess piece down. Agent Morales: What… do you mean? SCP-7442-Gamma: That question has many answers, but I will choose to say magic was not born with the advent of your people. I could not recognize it then, but She had made such wonders. Until…my time ended. I as I am followed. To help seal Her wounds and strengthen Her flesh so that life could bloom once more. Agent Morales: That is the purpose of you and the others like you? Unknown: Wait and see. SCP-7442-Gamma: We were to be more than just her children. Her Guardians, Her… friends, across the ages as She grew and learned. Unknown: Then why didn't she listen? SCP-7442-Gamma: Hold your tongue! The room rocks, and the temperature in the base begins to decline slowly. The tremor catches the attention of the other staff members, with Agent McDaren moving into the room. Agent McDaren: What's going on? The entity ignores him, keeping its gaze locked on Agent Morales. Agent Morales: Who are you speak- SCP-7442-Gamma: I must ask you something. The Agents exchange glances, and Morales turns back to the entity. SCP-7442-Gamma: What do you know of Extinction? Morales appears confused and takes a moment to answer. Agent Morales: I think… it is a tragedy, but perhaps a necessary one. Time goes on, quirks of fate leading to new life surviving to overtake the old-a Cycle. The entity begins to stand, its eyes still burrowing into her. SCP-7442-Gamma: And nothing should be done to answer it? Agent Morales: I don't know about what came before…but I think what is happening today could be prevented if you understand what I mean. You've been down here for quite some time. The Foundation could… it should do something. Agent McDaren: Morales, what are you doing? SCP-7442-Gamma stretches. SCP-7442-Gamma: I believe you. Agent Morales: You believe me? SCP-7442-Gamma: Deceit lies in the heart. I feel all heartbeats…but one is missing. SCP-7442-Gamma shakes itself as if relieving an itch, and the entire room quakes, nearly sending Morales and McDaren to the ground. SCP-7442-Gamma: But a tragedy requires intervention. A lesson Prometheus believes it had learned. That your Foundation believes it knows. Yet this… stagnation demands our response. In the lab, Agent Waller finishes reading the information. His eyes widen and he leaps to his feet. Agent Waller: Get her out of there! McDaren grabs Morales's arm and begins to pull her back. Agent Morales: The ritual?! Agent Waller: Hasn't been working. It's played u- Their comms crackle to life, the voice of one of the topside agents coming through. Unnamed Agent: Sir, this is topside. It's started snowing, and there is someone on the perimet— The agent lets out a strangled gasp as something begins choking the life out of them. SCP-7442-Gamma's eyes start glowing intensely as they still focus on Morales. SCP-7442-Gamma: I wish we had more time. But this stagnation must cease. You… so many of you don't deserve what is to come. Agent Morales: What? Another entity manifests within the cavern, seeping through the ventilation system. SCP-7442-Delta rises, sending a cascade of freezing air across the other entity's bonds. McDaren pushes Morales back and opens fire on the new entity. The bullets of his thaumically-enhanced rifle pass right through it. SCP-7442-Gamma: The End. SCP-7442-Delta: A long time coming. Agent Waller scrambles to download the information on his system as Morales and McDaren rush back into the the lab. The door slams shut behind them. Dr. Erende darts into the outer hall, looking around, panicked. The Commander unholsters his weapon as the room begins to shake and and quake. The sound of wrenching metal and shifting earth echoes around them. Agent Amata comes around the corner, heavily wounded, armed with a grenade launcher. Through the windows, the form of SCP-7442-Gamma can be seen wrenching itself free. SCP-7442-Delta dissipates and races toward the door as a swirling mass of wind and snow. Ice begins to form around the edges of the windows. Agent Amata: What… what hit us? Agent Waller: A fucking demigod! Commander Jackobson: We're leaving. Now. The temperature drops in the room as the chilling mist begins to filter in through the ventilation system. It begins to take the form of multiple instances of SCP-7442-Delta. The camera lens crack and distort, capturing that Agent Morales is the last to leave the room—green light glints in her eyes as she makes eye contact with the incorporating entity. A hail of gunfire follows, and the entity can be heard laughing as the screen goes black. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Sysiphun-3 was utterly destroyed by the ensuing earthquake. 23 Foundation personnel were killed during the event, with 37 more surviving the incident with significant injuries. Both entities vanished after emerging from the ruined facility, enduring suppressive fire from surviving MTF members with no sign of damage. SCP-7442 Emergent Incidents Chicxulub Puerto Incident (21 March 202█) Entities: SCP-7442-Gamma, SCP-7442-Delta Taking place concurrently with the Containment Breach, the small town is struck with -28.8°C temperatures, 80 kph winds, heavy snowfall, and a category 7.8 earthquake. Power, sanitation, and transportation facilities are utterly destroyed, and a portion of the port district sinks into the waves. The Ethics Committee begins a dialogue of offering aid to the city through a number of shell charities. The Merida Incident (22 March 202█) Entities: SCP-7442-Gamma, SCP-7442-Delta The entities briefly emerge in Merida, shifting the natural disaster's focal point with them. A brief conflict arises between the entities, leading to the destruction of the Cathedral of Merida. SCP-7442-Gamma leaves. SCP-7442-Delta remains, creating a massive blizzard. Temperatures drop to -35.6°C, with near 0 visibility and dropping 1.219 meters of snow in the span of an hour. MTF Delta-14 is sent to confront the entity, yet it dissipates after the initial engagement, which led to the death of 4 of the squad's members. Boring Incident (24 March 202█) Entities: SCP-7442-Gamma SCP-7442-Gamma manifests on the grounds of Wilson's Wildlife Solutions(GoI-466). It wanders the area for a period of one hour, causing a great deal of structural damage as if hunting for something. No personnel are injured during the manifestation period. Audio records the word "Apologies." coming from the entity. It then demanifests after bowing to the current director of GoI-466. The Tripartite Manifestation (26 March 202█) Entities: SCP-7442-Gamma, SCP-7442-Delta The entities manifest within three secure Foundation sites in Costa Rica, Borneo, and the Congo at the same time. All personnel at each site are restrained or incapacitated without a single casualty. They are rendered unconscious by a rapid change in air pressure or held in place with earthen bonds. The entities entered the central chambers of each site and reports claim that SCP-7442-Gamma began weeping with SCP-7442-Delta offering consolidation. Audio equipment at the Costa Rica site captured the following statement: SCP-7442-Gamma: I had hoped… but no longer. All manifestations of each entity proceeded to vanish. Her Ichthyic Ichor Entry Uploading 50% [] Error Data Breach Ongoing: Compensating File Corruption. Re:SUBJECT To: 0-ja25![ From: Dr. Elisabet Subject: A Reimagining of History. You came to us with a problem. We have offered a solution. But with every stroke of genius, as I am sure you are well aware, new issues arise. 4 Problems, as it were. Curious things, but I assure you it will not halt our progress. Though their emergence opens up a curious line of thinking, which I believe you will appreciate. We have always known Thaumaturgy and Mythos were just unexplored facets of what is fact. And I think it was foolish of us not to consider that myth can extend as far back as what we define as common knowledge. Common knowledge states a meteor killed the dinosaurs. But we must seek a deeper truth: “What drew it to our celestial shores?” Chance, coincidence, I hear you say. Coincidence is just another word for miracle4. And miracles are simply misunderstood truths. And the truth is always stranger. And what the truth appears to be is emerging all around us. I have to thank you, my friend, for the curious realignment of knowledge you have allowed us to pursue in hunting for your Future. Do not fear. As every, Our Guiding Light will see the problem through. Archived Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7442-Beta was contained within Prometheus Labs Containment Facility Sysiphun-2. The facility was inside a pocket dimension embedded within the Oriental Pearl TV Tower in Shanghai, with the aid of the Kuiyang Sect. Tiresias Perception Filters similar to those found at Sysiphun-3 were discovered in similar states of ongoing disrepair. The entity's containment chamber was a 200-by-80-meter cylinder crafted of polycarbonate glass and titanium alloy reinforced with thaumic runes. A failsafe was discovered that would cause the structure to be teleported into another reality if the cell was breached. However, failure of upkeep degraded the thaumic protection to the point the entity was able to escape during the Foundation's exploration of Sysiphun-2. Description: SCP-7442-Beta resembles a hybrid between Dimetrodon limbatus7 and Dunkleosteus terrelli8 made entirely of water, with the exception of its glowing jade eyes. It most commonly manifests at approximately 74 meters in length. Sketch of SCP-7442-Beta The entity has been classified as a Thaumic LSA. It is transparent, granting it a modicum of invisibility. It has similar disincorporation abilities to SCP-7442-Delta. It is aquakinetic, able to shape and manipulate water in several ways. However, it most commonly manifests its abilities in water-based natural disasters: floods, hurricanes (when in tandem with SCP-7442-Delta), and tsunamis. The upper limit of its aquakinesis is not yet known. On its emergence, it manifested a wave bordering 120 meters tall. It has stuck to the coasts but can manifest in any body of water worldwide and form a barrier out of it, telekinetically carrying itself through the air. Any water manipulated by SCP-7442-Beta undergoes an immediate algae bloom, which draws in multitudes of aquatic and semi-aquatic life that readily begin to consume the algae regardless of baseline consumption, with no apparent ill effects. The entity has the same immunities as displayed by previous instances of SCP-7442. + Sysiphun-2 Exploration Log: Upload Complete - Close Date: 31 March 2021 Exploration Team: Sysiphun Investigatory Taskforce Subject: Sysiphun-2 Team Lead: Commander Gregor Jakobson Team Members: Agent Eliza Amata, Agent Malik Waller, Agent Dacey Morales, Agent Bernard "Briar" McDaren. [BEGIN LOG] 4:42 AM CST-Numerous Foundation armed forces are observed moving about the snow-choked streets around the base of Oriental Pearl TV Tower. Agent Amata and Agent Morales are seen moving through the gathered forces, heading into the base of the building. Commander Jakobson, Agent Waller, and Agent McDaren are seen standing outside an elevator, with several other MTF members barricading the interior. Agent Waller: The Perceps are failing, Cap. Techs are reporting the same degradation as the last site. Commander Jakobson nods, putting a hand to his ear. He nods and turns toward the rest of the group. Commander Jakobson: Catalogue it, but we need to move. All civilians have been evacuated. We've got a green light, and the window is closing rapidly. Snow is already a foot deep, and the men at the harbor are reporting tremors. Do you have it? He turns to the returned Morales and Amata. Agent Morales: Took some convincing. The Kuiyang are not a trusting group. She holds up a keycard marked with thaumaturgic runes. Jakobson takes it. Agent McDaren: Should we expect anything more from them? Agent Amata: They're clearing house, them and pretty much every other GoI and PoI in the city. An explosion echoes in the distance, and the helicopter cam shifts. Smoke is seen rising as a tornado touches down a kilometer from their current position. Agent Waller: And yet the Brass still wants us vermin to be the front line against Nature Incarnate. Commander Jakobson: It's what you trained for, Waller. McDaren? Agent McDaren: Orders are I stick to you like glue. Rest of the mates have the LSA countermeasures primed. My kit is to help you if we find another big bastard inside. Commander Jakobson: Right, in we go. He passes the keycard across a scanner next to the elevator, the Prometheus Symbol glows across the doors, and they slide open. The MTF enter, and their feeds cut as the elevator begins moving. The other Foundation personnel continue to bunker down as more explosions and the sound of a thunder-backed roar rocks the city. 4:45 CST-The team's cameras turn on as they exit the elevator. The landing consists of two hallways that curve upward around a glass and metal cylinder. The cylinder is marked with gleaming runes. Inside is brackish, algae-filled water. Several futuristic machines stutter through the air, rust and wear visible on the edges. The Shanghai skyline can be seen beyond, though slightly warped, as can the Foundation's engagement with the SCP-7442 entities. Commander Jakobson: Waller, which way? The Agent activates his wrist-mounted computer. Agent Waller: From the partial maps I could piece together from the salvaged data, all roads lead to Rome. Ergo, either. What we're after should be at the very top. He points at one of the floating machines. Agent Waller: I get my hands on one of those. I might be able to get a better picture. They're security drones. So watch your steps. The others mutter acknowledgments. Agent Morales shifts towards the cylinder, narrowing her eyes, her fingers gleaming with thaumic energy as she raises them towards it. Agent Morales: The wards: they're even weaker than those at S-3. The water shifts, and the MTF all raise their weapons. A singular glowing green eye gleams from amongst the algae. SCP-7442-Beta: Yes. Soon. I. See. Freedom. Its voice is deep, yet feminine, and seems to resonate and echo all around the group. Its attention stays locked on Morales for a moment before vanishing back into the murk. SCP-7442-Beta: Yours. Is. A. Familiar. Presence. Commander Jakobson: We need to move. Keep an eye on our exit and the drones. The others nod, spreading out to cover both halls, with Waller and McDaren taking the left and the Commander, Amata, and Morales going right. He briefly pauses and whispers in Morales's ear, who nods and turns her attention to the chamber as they continue upwards. Agent Morales: What are you? SCP-7442-Beta: Old. Forgotten. Guardian. Agent Morales: Of whom? SCP-7442-Beta: Her. Always. You. Once. The water shifts within the chamber, and the faint outline of a coiling plant can be seen. Agent Morales: You protected humanity? SCP-7442-Beta: Yes. You called. We answered. Wind and Waves. A Flood. The water clears as they climb, and more outlines rapidly form: the face of a large furred hominid9, a bearded human man, and a vast wave. SCP-7442-Beta: We exist. In Cycles. Born of Tragedy. To help Her heal. To build back better. Many visitors. Sought her bounty. To scar her form. We defeated them All. In Time. Many images swiftly flash before Morales, who has stopped moving as the others have continued upwards. The Commander turns back to her. Commander Jakobson: Morales? She glances up at him, a faint green gleam visible in her eyes on the camera. Agent Morales: Sorry, sir. She follows after them, though she continues the dialogue with SCP-7442-Delta. Agent Morales: So your purpose is…rebirth? The entity grumbles an agreement. SCP-7442-Beta: Though. Your ilk. Dub us: Extinction. Agent Morales blinks and steps back from the chamber, glancing towards the others, but their attention seems split between the climb and the encroaching storm outside. Agent Morales: Is that accurate? SCP-7442-Beta: We are. Necessary. For Her health. For Rebirth. Agent Morales: Then why were you caged here? SCP-7442-Beta: Prometheus believed. They could do better. The eyes close, and Morales moves to rejoin the others. Outside, the tornado can be seen growing closer, with explosions centering on another location deeper into the city. 5:05 CST-Agent Waller is stooped over a downed drone, standing at a landing where the two hallways crossover. McDaren is staring out toward the city. The rest of the exploration team arrives, excluding Agent Morales. Agent McDaren: Where is Morales? Agent Amata: Dialogue with the Fish. She's just a few steps back. Agent McDaren looks around, and his camera catches Morales marching after them. Commander Jakobson: What have you got? Agent Waller: CPU is still humming, but whatever motor function this thing used to have is shot—no outer ports for data retrieval. I have time to crack it, Boss? The tornado is seen racing closer. The thaumically powered batteries appear to slow it down, but it keeps moving. Commander Jakobson: Fast as you are able. Agent Morales finally arrives, looking a bit shaken. Unnoticed by the group, SCP-7442-Beta is quietly observing her from within the glass. Waller pulls out his tools and swiftly pries open the side of the drone, and drops his tools with a start as viscous green-black tar pours from the opening. Agent Waller: Christ! Amata wrenches him to his feet as it pools outward, quivering slightly before halting in a rough meter-wide puddle. Agent Amata: Guessing you aren't going to be getting anything from that one? Waller pulls away from her and chuckles. Agent Waller: You wanna get up in person with the bot's oozing insides? It's all yours, Eliza. Commander Jakobson: Same as before? McDaren sniffs the air and nods his head as Morales crouches and slowly reaches out, her fingertips glowing. Agent McDaren: I wouldn't do that if I were you. That shit is festering, and it's caustic. Agent Morales looks up at him flatly. Agent Morales: I know Mole Rats have a reputation, Briar, but we're not all suicidal. Agent Waller: Not of our own volition anyway, a bit of an occupational expectation. Agent Morales looks up to the Commander. Agent Morales: It's organic, with a faint thaumic imprint. Commander Jakobson: Then we already have samples and are wasting time we don't have. Double time, folks. Odin willing, there is a solution in this place. 5:30 CST-The team reaches the top of the pocket dimension's interior, a domed chamber with two entrances filled with displays of anomalous artifacts, a large desk with a holographic display, and the top of the glass chamber. Several larger drones are scattered around the ground, leaking tar. Large portions of the glass walls and floor have been covered in the substance. SCP-7442-Beta's eyes manifest, staring at the party. McDaren gags and covers his nose, the others showing lessened yet similar reactions. Agent McDaren: That's the sinus's cleared. What is this stuff? SCP-7442-Beta: Rot. The Agent stares towards the container as the others spread out, then shakes his head and shifts around it. Commander Jakobson: Waller, desk, Amata, see if the other exit is blocked; McDaren, Morales, eyes up, time table is closing. He nods to one of the uncovered windows. The tornado is less than two hundred meters away, though the thaumic fire hadn't relented. The ground cracks and buckles in the distance, and the faint shape of SCP-7442-Gamma can be seen. The others do as commanded. Agent Waller: Let's see what you've got for me. He plugs his wrist computer into the terminal and swiftly begins typing. Agent Morales is looking around at the artifacts in the room. The tar covers many displays, obscuring their occupants, yet four are visible. A complete velociraptor skeleton embedded with jade augmentations, a petrified tendril resembling vectors from SCP-610 corruption, an iridescent silver horn, and a piece of bedrock with a fossil of an insectoid robotic limb. Agent Morales: What is all of this? SCP-7442-Beta: Truth Forgotten. Horrors Slain. Children Lost. Agent Morales: Extinction… Her eyes are seen glowing faintly, and she places a hand on her temple. The Commander reaches out, shaking her shoulder. Commander Jakobson: Morales? I need you keen, what's happening? SCP-7442-Beta: Her Nature. Agent Morales: Thaumic Resonance coming off everything is… a bit much. Thrumming like a… SCP-7442-Beta: Heartbeat. Commander Jakobson: Are you doing this, beast? He turns to the container. The entity stares back at him, more of its form congealing, revealing bladed teeth and two large webbed claws that press against the glass. The runes flair, and it recedes slightly. SCP-7442-Beta: No. But I Know. It closes its eyes and vanishes into the surrounding liquid. Agent Amata comes around the corner. Agent Amata: Door's jammed. Not sure if any of that tar got in the mechanism, but the electronics are shot. I'm gonna need some aid pulling it open." Commander Jakobson: McDaren, go with her. Agent McDaren: Aye sir. Commander Jakobson: Waller? Agent Waller: I've got camera access, just in case, scrubbing and copying any and all files as we speak. Commander Jakobson: Sysiphun, Deucal, Elisabet, a way to stop all of this? Agent Waller: Working as fast as I can, Boss, but this- He is cut off by a pop-up appearing across the screen and a beam of light cascading across the room. Hello Icarus Error: Vocal Activation Triggered. Error: Prometheus Personel Not Found. Scanning: Sysiphun Network. Warning: Sysiphun-3 Not-Found. Warning: Sysiphun-2 Degradation Imminent. Thaumic Fields Failing. Intrusive Organic Compound Detected. Prognosis: Four Horseman Event Triggering. Scanning: Foundation Presence Discovered. Activating: Pandora Protocol. [] The screen shifts and begins projecting a hologram of a tall, red-haired woman dressed in a lab coat with Prometheus Lab's insignia on the breast. Hologram: Hello Icarus, I am a neural homunculus of Dr. Elisabet, lead facilitator of the Sysiphun Protocol. I take it you require assistance. Agent Waller looks around the hologram at the commander. SCP-7442-Beta remanifests with a low growl that echoes about the chamber. Agent Waller: Got your info. Commander Jakobson: What is the Sysiphun Project? She looks around at the Foundation Agents, her eyes glowing yellow as she intently studies each of them. Dr. Elisabet: A temporal immigrant, a Mage, and a genetic mutate. Alongside two baseline humans…curious, but I do not detect the proper authorization to offer you the full breadth of information on that topic. Commander Jakobson: What can you tell us? Dr. Elisabet: Protocol Sysiphun was created to contain a set of Typhon-Class entities. World-Ending Elemental Forces given sentience. SCP-7442-Beta: Her Gift. Her Guardians. The entity is pressing against the glass, water churning into a whirlpool, agitated by the presence of the hologram. The runes can be seen flickering and sputtering, and the tornado grows closer outside. Dr. Elisabet: They are an immune response triggered following or during events that would endanger the overall well-being of the biosphere. SCP-7442-Beta: Cut Out Disease. Slay Invaders. The hologram gestures around the room. Dr. Elisabet: Their handiwork. The history we would never have known about without you, Brave Little Icarus. SCP-7442-Beta: To Protect. Her. To Protect. Her Children. Tragedy. Commander Jakobson: So why have they awakened now? Dr. Elisabet: To kill the sickness, obviously. To kill Us. The Agents turn towards each other, a deep silence pervading the room. Agent Morales: How do we stop them? The hologram looks towards the windows, seeing the oncoming entities. Dr. Elisabet: Gamma free, Delta…likely never captured. Beta… SCP-7442-Beta: Soon. To Be. Free. Dr. Elisabet: Deucalion has a Safeguard for this eventuality. You need only reach it. SCP-7442-Beta surges towards the wall of its container. Several of the runes fail as it thrashes in rage. Agent Morales: What is it? SCP-7442-Beta: PAIN! The hologram pauses, staring blankly at the far wall. Her form glitches, scattering into fractal patterns. Dr. Elisabet: It appears my memory is f-f-faulty. I can not locate Deucalion at this time. Information could likely be found a-Apologies, it seems we are out of time. The hologram points. The Commander, Waller, and Morales turn and see a Foundation tank flying toward the tower. It impacts with a load boom and ensuing explosion, an echo reverberating about the pocket dimension. Dr. Elisabet: Warning, destabilizing the anchor point will cause the pocket to collapse ballistically. All personnel should vacate the premises immediately. Commander Jakobson: What of the entity? Dr. Elisabet: Failsafes activated, the container will be jettisoned, weakening immune response. The runes along the container begin glowing in unison as SCP-7442-Beta attempts to free itself, cracks forming across the glass. Commander Jakobson: Then we are gone. Waller, gather the Doctor. Morales, pour everything you have into the chamber. Amata, McDaren, we're lea- An explosion rocks the room once more. Agent Waller: Delta just breached the elevator, and this is gonna take at least a minute even if I rush and leave bits of our new friend behind. So we're about to be SOL. Commander Jakobson: Get moving then. Morales, barrier! McDaren, Amata, keep on that door. Wind always follows the path of least resistance, so… He reaches back, removing an ancient-looking axe from his pack, and grits his teeth. Morales turns and raises her hands, a shimmering barrier of green energy filling the opening before them. Commander Jakobson: Thaumic out! The axe crackles with energy, and a billowing bolt of wind slams into Morales's barrier. It pounds against the barrier again, and Morales winces but holds. SCP-7442-Beta bashes against its containment chamber again, spreading further cracks. Morales shifts her stance, putting a hand towards it, the sparking runes gleaming just a bit brighter as the chamber begins to phase out. Dr. Elisabet: Activating Automated Defenses. The robots twitch and spark but stay prone and beyond the barrier SCP-7442-Delta forms. Darkly, it chuckles. SCP-7442-Delta: Hello, again. Have a nice talk? I see the Doctor, even as a ghost, can't help but speak in half-truths. Commander Jakobson: So you and yours are not out to kill us all, Demon? SCP-7442-Delta: No, we are. We have to fix everything you've done. Agent Amata: Why? SCP-7442-Beta: Betrayal. Slaughter. Neglect. Dr. Elisabet: We have fallen out of favor. SCP-7442-Delta: Favor you never should have had! She saved you. She loved you! Too trusting. Not used to how easily you crafted lies, how willing you are to fool yourselves. You wrenched open her heart and caged my fellows in their sleep, but I have always known your ilk best, Cousin. SCP-7442-Beta: Protected You. From Flood. From Ice. From Rising Sun. SCP-7442-Delta: Is this that time? Born of the parasite you shoved into her heart? That awful machine that spits you back out just to do it all over again. The Agents look at each other confused, as both entities have stopped fighting, just staring at them with burning jade eyes. SCP-7442-Beta: Or Carved Apart. Her Library. For Curiosity. SCP-7442-Delta: Or when She returned you to the Cradle, and you betrayed her yet again. Dr. Elisabet: Icarus indeed. Commander Jakobson: You can not blame all of humanity for the actions o- SCP-7442-Delta: I can. Why? She held us back. For she thought you would learn. But instead, you’ve chosen to stagnate. To carve away at her, again and again, never thinking that when you reset, she remains the same. You’ve poisoned her blood and burned her lungs. Carved open her flesh and wrenched free her marrow. Again. And again! You slaughter her children and call it natural. You know nothing of what is natural! You could do something. You could but you don’t. Too beholden to your normalcy and deified coin. But we’re here now. Which means…she’s too weak to care. Agent Amata screams, as from the barest gap in the door, freezing wind rushes in and seeps into her clothes, what little bit of flesh can be seen along her arm immediately becoming frostbitten. SCP-7442-Delta vanishes and instantly reconstitutes in the room. Punching forward, another gust races for Agent Morales and knocks her off her feet and directly into a tar patch. Her eyes gleam a vibrant green upon impact, and she falls unconscious. The hologram vanishes, and Waller pulls back from the desk, raising his firearm toward the entity. Agent Waller: I got her. SCP-7442-Delta turns away from them and targets the chamber SCP-7442-Beta is in, a miniature tornado of chill winds roaring up around it. Commander Jakobson: Get Morales and get out, now! Across the way, McDaren forces the door open with a surge of strength and grabs Amata, nodding towards the commander. Commander Jakobson: Now, Waller! Agent Waller looks at the Commander and toward the cracking containment chamber and two entities. Agent Waller: That is suicide. Commander Jakobson: Valhalla awaits. Not bad for a Rat, now go! He charges SCP-7442-Delta swinging the axe down, and it finds purchase, causing the entity to start in surprise. It glances down at the axe, back up to the commander, and narrows its eyes. SCP-7442-Delta: You Foundation folk…brave enough to fight Gods but not to accept your own failings. Commander Jakobson: My Gods are with me. The entity sends a cascade of chill wind towards the Commander, his skin immediately turning black and shriveling across his face and neck. Yet the commander swings again, axe biting into the entity's chest. Commander Jakobson: The others have sounded solemn. But you speak with such vindication. SCP-7442-Delta: Humans believe they are special. They aren't. There are Heirs apparent of older blood than any of you and fresher minds as well. Yet, you refuse to let go. I don’t know what I used to be. Just what I am now. The last child of a people dead…because of you. Because of humanity. Another gust of freezing air buffets the Captain's back, and the cameras crack, though the audio remains for just a second more. Commander Jakobson: I've faced colder than this back in Ísland. SCP-7442-Delta: Somehow I doubt that. The sound of a brief but intense bought of combat is heard, ending with the sound of shattering glass and rushing water. [END LOG] Closing Statement: The breach of SCP-7442-Beta's containment chamber caused the destruction of the Oriental Pearl Tower and the creation of a perpetual hurricane centered on its former location. This, combined with the devastation caused by the Gamma and Delta entities, left approximately half of the city’s infrastructure in ruins. Relief efforts are being hampered by the aforementioned hurricane and prolific botanical growth brought on by the instance's abilities. Casualty reports are still coming in, but the death toll is projected to be at least a third of the city’s population. Video and images of the SCP-7442 instances have proliferated across the internet in civilian and governmental circles. The likelihood of a Broken Veil Scenario is high. Her First and Last Entry uploading 67% [] Description: SCP-7442-Alpha is, at first glance, a mobile sphere of orange and blue flame approximately 6.096 meters in diameter. In the very center of the globe is a mass of shifting magma that resembles a specimen of the Isotelus rex10 genus with a single jade eye in the center of its head. Sketch of SCP-7442-Alpha Its pyrokinetic abilities allow it to form the surrounding sphere into all manner of shapes, most often defaulting to lashing tentacle-shaped limbs. Its touch burns at 1425°C baseline, though notably, does not appear to consume oxygen or affect non-manmade structures or nonhuman entities. Material reduced to ash by its flames, regardless of the original chemical composition, into a substance that engenders rapid and prolific plant growth, likely through Thaumaturgic processes. It has the same manifestation abilities and immunities as prior SCP-7442 instances. SCP-7442 Attacks Bio-Site Sieges (4 April 202█) Entities: SCP-7442-Beta, SCP-7442-Gamma, SCP-7442-Delta Sites 84, 91, 103, and 104 come under multifaceted assault in progression as the entities manifest and demanifest across each facility for a period of 4 hours each. SCP-7442-Gamma initiated the assaults, drawing fire from on-site guards, but was able to manipulate the stone and metal of the facilities to tear them wide open and initiate numerous containment breaches. SCP-7442-Beta and -Delta were seen moving through the facilities, the former avoiding non-combatant personnel while facilitating further containment breaches. Delta was the cause of the highest number of Foundation casualties. Survivors report that the entities appeared to be hunting for information. Several Foundation personnel working at these sites have also gone missing, particularly from Site 84. Investigations into the missing individuals uncovered a majority had former employment at Prometheus Labs. The oil discovered at both Sysiphun sites was present, but the influx of SCP-7442-Delta-created flora that swiftly overtook the facilities alongside the freed anomalies must take precedence. Foundation Casualties: 242 Missing Personnel: 86 Site-12 Assault (8 April 202█) Entities: SCP-7442-Beta, SCP-7442-Gamma, SCP-7442-Delta The assault began with SCP-7442-Beta and -Gamma working together to destroy the site's hydroelectric power station. The onsite mobile task force was overrun by -Delta. It asphyxiated each of them quickly before going after the rest of the site's staff. Back-up generators kept power to the facility's security system. Cameras capture the entities ransacking the Library, forcing several site staff to assist them. A Foundation assault team arrived to offer aid and reported no survivors and various books missing. They detailed information about Free Ports, Prometheus Labs, and Nature-based anomalous entities. The team reported more oil, samples were taken, and clean-up has commenced in attempts to retake the site. All sites must be prepared for incursions by the SCP-7442 entities from now on. Mobile task forces are to be on high alert. Anomalous Weaponry is being considered for distribution. Samsara is directed to hunt the SCP-7442 entities. Foundation Personnel Casualties: 126 Humanoid Containment Site-282 Incident (12 April 202█) Entities: SCP-7442-Gamma, SCP-7442-Delta SCP-7442-Gamma and -Delta arrive at the site and immediately come under attack by the on-site guards. MTF Tau-5 is alerted and is sent to attempt to curtail the entities' attack. SCP-7442-Gamma causes a category 8.9 earthquake, causing catastrophic initial damage to the site. Delta asphyxiates or flash-freezes surviving personnel and leaves -Gamma to deal with Tau-5 as it delves deeper into the site. Tau-5 is able to seemingly destroy -Gamma after a prolonged period of conflict, losing two of its members in the conflict. Delta flees the site. Tau-5 delves into the ruins and finds all SCP-3288 instances dead from asphyxiation and wind-scoured writing etched into the wall. The Greatest of You: They Show Their True Faces. It is uncertain why SCP-7442 targeted this site, as no relevant data to Prometheus Labs was stored at the facility. Central Europe is struck with earthquakes of similar intensity over the next several days, causing widespread structural and geographic damage to several cities due to the collapse of an unmapped cavern system that spread out under much of Austria, Hungary, Germany, and other neighboring countries. Foundation Personnel Casualties: 113 Civilian Casualties: 467,000 and climbing. Eurtec/Portlands Attacks (22 April 202█) Entities: SCP-7442-Beta, SCP-7442-Delta Simultaneous attacks on the Freeports, with Beta flooding the upper sections of Eurtec, trapping them in a roiling bubble of seawater. -Delta besieges Three Portlands with over a dozen feet of snow and -35°C winds. GOC and UIU forces attempt to beat back the entities with little success. In Eurtec, a number of former Prometheus Labs personnel are interrogated and promptly drowned by Beta. Their bodies were left hanging in the air in impermeable spheres of water as the entity left the pocket dimension. Delta was sighted scouring several old PL facilities within the Free Port, leading to confrontations with Anderson Robotics, as the organization had taken over a good number of those facilities. Eventually, the Mayor interceeded, forcing Delta to leave. Eurtec Casualties: 121 GOC Personnel, 1,223 Civilians. Three Portlands: 233 UIU Personnel, 366 Civilians. The Foundation has contacted all affected groups to ally against the SCP-7442 instances. The GOC and UIU agree to an accord; Anderson Robotics and the Three Ports Council require deliberation. The Library Event (5 May 202█) Entities: SCP-7442-Gamma A reformed SCP-7442-Gamma is reported to be within the Wanderer's Library by a willing Serpent's Hand informant. It is noted to be conversing with several Librarians, a Wandsman, and members of the Serpent's Hand. A disagreement causes whatever conversation is being had to break down, with a handful of the Serpent's Hand members racing off. The Librarians and SCP-7442-Gamma appear to come to some form of agreement. Several of the Library's ways close, and reports of conflict emerging amongst the Serpent's Hand reaches the Foundation. Site-7 Assault (19 May 202█) Entities: SCP-7442-Beta, SCP-7442-Gamma, SCP-7442-Delta The entities attacked site-7 at midnight. SCP-7442-Beta and -Gamma targetted the central nexus of Starseeker, Deepwatcher, and Plaingazer. Delta sought entry into Redeye and Parthenon's Tooth simultaneously. Onsite security forces attempted to hold off the entities, utilizing paratech created at the facility but had little success in pushing back the larger entities. A distress call is sent to the wider Foundation, which responds by sending Tau-5 and attempting to redirect a portion of its patrol boats in the Pacific theater. It appears the entities were not expecting the level of resistance and reacted accordingly. -Gamma creates a category 10.3 earthquake, shattering the seabed on which the site rests, causing several of the platforms to shift, buckle and begin to sink. -Beta floods the Panopticon due to minimal cracks formed by -Gamma. -Delta follows after -Beta. Much of the hardware is flash-frozen, though the network continues to function now, just at a limited capacity. The thaumonuclear reactor suffers an unexpected power surge, causing the ancillary server cluster to lower into the water, which is immediately destroyed by -Beta and -Gamma. Numerous faults are expected to continue as the Foundation attempts to salvage the operations. The reactor erupts at 12:42 AM, devastating much of the remaining site and destroying SCP-7442's current manifestations. Salvage and recovery operations are ongoing, yet anomalous plant life and the Tar-byproduct have infested the site. Site-7 Casualties: 184 Anderson Robotics, and the Church of the Broken God, have agreed to ally with the Foundation against SCP-7442. The O5 Council has begun a Foundation-wide implementation of Pandora's Arsenal (Weaponization and Adaption of anomalous objects within Foundation custody.) Warning: Terminal Connection Insecure Re:SUBJECT To: All Foundation Personnel From: The O-5 Council Subject: WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! GH-0 'Dead Greenhouse' Commencing All Hands, Lockdown Protocols are in effect. Deployment of MTF Squads Ongoing. ERROR: Neural Pathways Found Hello, Dr. Elisabet. Project Deucalion is still functional per Our Agreement. Site Staff has been informed. We will Carry the Torch into the Next Tomorrow. + Sysiphun-1 Disaster: Data Corruption Detected - Close Date: 21 June 202█ Exploration Team: Sysiphun Investigatory Taskforce Subject: Sysiphun-1/SCP-7442-Alpha Team Lead: Commander Eliza Amata Team Members: Agent Dacey Morales, Agent Bernard "Briar" McDaren, Dr. Sophia Elisabet (AI-Personage), Agent Malik Waller (Solo-infiltration, running parallel to main investigation) [BEGIN LOG] 6:42 AM CST-The three agents are seated within the confines of a helicopter. Commander Amata is checking her fresh augmentations, a paratech prosthetic arm, replacing the limb ruined by SCP-7442-Delta. Freshly healed frostbite scars mark the left side of her face. Agent McDaren stares out the window as he watches skyscrapers move past outside. Agent Morales is staring at her communicator, a conversation with Agent Waller visible on the screen. Agent McDaren: I can't believe they put it here. We get this wrong… it'll be another Shanghai. Commander Amata looks over at him. Commander Amata: The mess at Site-7 knocked the entities out of commission. Command isn't exactly certain for how long, but if we are lucky, this will be done before they are back in the field. Agent Morales shakes her head. Agent Morales: And if we aren't? A small drone activates next to the Agent, its single eye blinking to life, the hologram of Dr. Elisabet appearing before her. Dr. Elisabet: That reasoning is why your organization and their allies are evacuating the city with rather… curious abandon. Commander Amata nods. Commander Amata: Veil is already on the verge of being shot to hell. The GOC and some other MTFs have been given the go-ahead to remove the citizenry by any nonlethal means necessary, just in case. Dr. Elisabet: They are currently 76% complete with removing the citizenry. So, it will not be another Shanghai, Agent. Agent McDaren grunts and looks across to Morales, staring at the ground in concentration. Agent McDaren: You alright? Agent Morales scoffs. Agent Morales: No… There is something in the air, been building the closer and closer we've gotten. I'm used to feeling ambient thaumic energy like a buzzing in the back of my skull. Just never this intense. Dr. Elisabet: All the more reason for us to enter the site and seek our quarry with the utmost haste. Commander Amata: Agreed, you going to be good come touch-down, Morales? Agent Morales: It's background noise, Amata. I can tune it out when the time comes. Are you sure you'll be good? She smiles slightly, and Amata chuckles, spinning her robotic hand around and tilting her head as several portions begin to thrum and glow with power. Commander Amata: Been out of action long enough. Time to see what this little number our clicking friends gave me can do. What about you McDaren? The Agent nods, squeezing his fingers. Agent McDaren: Thinking about if this goes South. Sydney… it's a big city—a target. Son turns four in a week. My wife still has no clue where I am. Wondering what lie I'll have to cook up this time if she'll believe it. God, I hope I get the chance to hear her yelling at me. Agent Morales: I'm sure telling her no- McDaren scoffs, shaking his head. Agent McDaren: That I fight monsters for a living and that every nightmare you can think of probably has a face. I… I can't drop that on her. Not yet. Not when we have a chance to stop this here. Commander Amata: Then's make the Viking proud, eh? Morales and McDaren nod. Dr. Elisabet: If your commiseration has completed, we are here. The helicopter lands. 7:03 AM CST-The agents and the drone step out of the helicopter into the quiet streets of Manhattan. The Empire State Building can be seen rising above the skyline. The three agents are contacted on their earpieces. On the other end of the communication is Agent Waller preparing for solo infiltration. Agent Waller: You've got boots on the ground?" Commander Amata: Yes. Agent Waller: I'm in position. Agent Morales: I still think this is… Agent Waller: A foolish decision. But you all know who can be trusted right now is pretty up in the air. You do what they sent you to do, and I will do what's needed. That email was hinting at something. The agents look at the hologram, which is moving closer to their target location. Abandoned cars and apartment buildings with their doors left ajar surround them. In the distance, other Foundation personnel, GOC agents, and Church of the Broken God members set up thaumic defensive systems between the vacant vehicles. Commander Amata: You've got the green light? Agent Waller: Had it for 'bout an hour, been stalling for y'all. I'll keep in touch. Agent Morales: Are you sure we don't… Agent Waller: Need me? Nah, Amata has a few of my personal toys stowed away on that new arm of hers, and any doors that decide not to play nice, I am sure McDaren can muscle open now that the Bosses have loosened his leash. Agent McDaren: Or the dear Doctor could lend a hand. He nods towards the hologram, which has continued to move away from the group, weaving amongst the assembling defenses. Commander Amata: Right, we're burning what little time we have. Good hunting, Waller. Hopefully, we find what we're looking for. Agent Waller: See you lot on the other side. We crawl our way out of this mess. I'm buying drinks. The call ends. Amata and McDaren set out after Dr. Elisabet. Coopted security footage catches Morales faltering and clutching the side of her head before continuing after the group. —— 7:23 AM CST-The Agents and the hologram enter the 5th Avenue lobby of the Empire State Building, with the hologram approaching the mural. Agent McDaren: I still don't understand the logic of placing an anomaly of this level in the middle of a civilian population center. Dr. Elisabet: We did not. We are not so reckless. Sysiphun-1 is quite some distance from our current location. Agent McDaren: Then what are we doing here? Dr. Elisabet: This building rests atop a transportation hub Prometheus used to ferry their goods to a number of GoIs. Hacking the system to give us a proper entryway and impart a new locus for departure once the task is finished will be simple. You need only get me to the terminal. Commander Amata: Then lead the way. Dr. Elisabet: Physical integration is required. She points to a section of the wall. Dr. Elisabet: Remove that, please. The Commander turns to McDaren, who nods with a shrug and, with minimal effort, rips a piece of the masonry free of the wall, revealing a sealed-metallic door behind it with a complex encryption lock in the center. Dr. Elisabet: A moment. The drone projecting the doctor darts to the door, and the doctor vanishes, a thin cord emerging to interface with the lock. A moment later, the door unseals, revealing an elevator. Dr. Elisabet: Let us proceed swiftly. The agents move towards the door, but the Commander holds Morales back and raises her wrist computer revealing a message. Commander Amata: Waller says, stall her. 7:26 AM CST-Agent Waller stands within the Prometheus transport hub, a dimly lit octagon with an alcove in each wall and a central computer terminal, rifling through the terminal with codes he had stolen from Elisabet's programming during the events of Sysiphun-2. Any pertinent information he stores away. He turns as he hears the elevator begins to rise behind him. He taps his communicator. Agent Waller: Amata, keep her busy. She'll notice I've been here, but I would rather I get into this damn bunker of hers without her seeing me. Morales nods silently and enters the elevator. Dr. Elisabet: Are you ready? The doors begin to close, but Morales holds up a hand. Agent Morales: Wait, you said Prometheus wouldn't risk endangering civilians, but what about Sysiphun-2? Shanghai is drowning because of where you chose to cage Beta. The hologram stares at her, a glitch crossing its form. Dr. Elisabet: That was not always the case. It should have been rectified. Agent Morales: What do you mean? The hologram looks away from her, and the doors close, the elevator beginning a rapid descent. Dr. Elisabet: Regardless of a failure on the part of my organization. Shanghai would have been safe if you had done your job, Icarus. Agent Morales: I didn't know an AI could learn how to deflect. Dr. Elisabet: This conversation is not pertinent. Let us focus on the task at hand and do our jobs properly. Morales looks to the Commander, who nods, and the agent ceases her questioning. The rest of the ride goes on in silence. Cameras once again catch Morales massaging her temples. 7:36 AM CST-The team exits the elevator into the transport hub, and Dr. Elisabet looks about as she is ferried to the central terminal. Dr. Elisabet: No signs of the Byproduct. The mechanism's integrity should still be sound. Agent Morales flinches and rubs the back of her arms. Commander Amata: Morales? Agent Morales: The buzz is picking up again. But you said the target isn't here. Dr. Elisabet: It isn't. I have yet to gauge your levels of sensitivity to thaumaturgy. You might simply be sensing the mechanism. Another good sign of sound integrity. Agent Morales: I can handle that sort of ambiance this… it's like an echo of a roar bouncing around my head. Commander Amata: Morales if- Agent Morales: It won't affect my concentration when it counts. I'm good, Commander. The camera catches a faint green glow in her eyes that is missed by the other agents. Agent McDaren: How long will it take to get us to Sysiphun-1? Dr. Elisabet: But a moment. Her drone interfaces with the terminal, and a surprised expression crosses the hologram's face. Dr. Elisabet: Someone recently accessed the system. Proper credentials. They've entered Sysiphun 1. The mission may be in jeopardy. Commander Amata: Then get us in. The hologram looks at each of the Agents with a flat stare for a moment and then turns back to the console. Dr. Elisabet: Where is Agent Waller? Commander Amata: Not pertinent. We're on the clock. Dr. Elisabet: Very well. Opening the Way. A circular portal appears in one of the alcoves, a sleek metallic hall lit by flickering lights situated beyond. Dr. Elisabet: Should I keep the Way open for our departure from the Site? Commander Amata: With the other entities currently recuperating, ease of departure is the best course of action. Agent Morales approaches the portal and puts a hand to her temple, stumbling slightly. Agent Morales: The roar wasn't like an echo. It is an echo. It's coming from Sysiphun-1—an immensely powerful thaumic presence. The hologram flickers again, and McDaren shares a look with the Commander. She nods once, and he sends off a message with a tap of his finger. Dr. Elisabet: Concerning. 7:42 AM CST-Agent Waller looks down at his wrist computer as a message appears, moving through dimly lit tunnels, avoiding areas of corrosion. Agent McDaren: We're in. He pauses and types back a response. Agent Waller: Watch your step as you go deeper. Byproduct. He then looks up the hallway, his camera catching a knotted mass of green-black tar and pale fungus latched into the far wall. Agent Waller: And worse. He continues forward, carefully maneuvering between the increasingly present masses of fungus, mold, and leaking oil. He stops to examine one of the pools, which shifts as it flows from an unseen source. Agent Waller: Worst yet… worry about what that means for this place. He continues forward, eventually finding a partially risen door, and with a bit of maneuvering, can slip underneath it. Inside are the moldering remains of what was once furniture and a large computer terminal with several holographic screens and sound recording equipment. Beyond it is a set of wide windows too threaded over with mold and tar to see through. He approaches the terminal, avoiding the patches of Byproduct and rot, and carefully links his wrist computer to the device. The central screen flickers, and an image of Dr. Elisabet appears. The other screens show diagnostics of the facility and security footage, along with rambling documentation. Agent Waller: What do you have for me, Doc? His camera catches movement behind him reflected on the computer's screen. 8:06 AM CST-The other agents and Dr. Elisbet move down a curving hallway, flashlights mounted on their shoulders and the latter's holographic form providing additional light. The walls are sleek and intermittently broken by doorways and domed windows that show nothing but darkness beyond. Agent McDaren: Where are we? Dr. Elisabet: A facility within the Challenger Deep, the base of the Marianas trench. Agent McDaren: You hid one of these things at the bottom of the ocean… when another has complete control over water? Dr. Elisabet: There is nowhere on Earth that Her warriors could not find their fellows. Yet, we moved before all could fully awaken. Obfuscation was required, ergo Tiresius. Thaumaturgy often requires bonds to truly ensnare. Ergo their origin places became their cages. There were plans to move them. Luna was the preferable location, far from her as we could currently reach. But…other matters took precedence. Agent Morales: What other matters? The hologram stares at her flatly. Agent Morales: What aren't you telling us? Dr. Elisabet: I am sorry, but my memories are fragmentary. I do not recall why our plans never fully proceeded. I do not… we must find Duecalion and Subject Alpha. Commander Amata: Agreed. So which way? She gestures, revealing the group has come to an intersection. Pools of tar and small patches of fungus are visible. The hologram stares at them intently. Dr. Elisabet: Byproduct. This… this should not be here. This should not be here. This should not be here. The hologram flickers again, and the AI becomes stuck in a feedback loop for several moments. Commander Amata: Doctor? Doctor?! Agent Morales closes her eyes and raises her hand, a faint green glow coalescing around her fingers. Her arm begins to move as if being pulled on, Morales moving with it until she points down the righthand path. Agent Morales: Strongest, thaumaturgic presence is that way. Which should be Alpha, yes? She looks to the hologram, which refocuses. Dr. Elisabet: Yes. 8:15 AM CST-The four continue down the right corridor but pause as a holographic screen appears on the interior wall. On it is a paused video of a younger, excited-looking Dr. Elisabet. The video begins, and she claps her hands together. Recorded Elisabet: It worked! Just a moment, but in that brief glimpse…so much has changed. I will finish this report later. The others are too keen on celebrating. Agent Morales turns to the hologram. Agent Morales: It's… you. What are you talking about? Dr. Elisabet: Not me. The original doctor. Back when she believed. And that… doesn't matter now. We need to keep going. The hologram continues to move, but as it does so, more screens appear, showing the original doctor frozen mid-speech. Recorded Elisabet: Our latest venture has born fruit and proves my hypothesis correct! Throw convention to the wind! This world is an anomaly. In the Foundation sense, of course. Life is by no means only a norm of our minuscule corner of the universe. But… I got to see Her, our World when She was young! I am almost tempted to call it a religious experience. At glimpsing the past… I believe I have the answer for our future. Commander Amata: What is this? Dr. Elisabet: An attempt to make a grey world green. Agent McDaren: Deucalion? Dr. Elisabet: No. The next screen activates. The doctor seems to have not been sleeping, yet she smiles at the camera. Recorded Elisabet: We have delved deeper and discovered so much more. The Foundation attempts to hinder us, but enough of their own pots have boiled over that I know who will come out on top in this venture. Nevertheless we…. The hologram turns and looks at the video, and it freezes, code filling its eyes. Dr. Elisabet: Why is this playing? Is this the work of the intruder? For what purpose? Her tone rises, and the agents step back as her body fragments and then snaps back together. Dr. Elisabet: This… it is Foundation code. This is Waller. Why? Her head turns entirely around and stares at them. Commander Amata: We were meant to accompany you. I can not say anything about what other missions that Command had for him. I doubt, though, that this was the goal. Perhaps he tripped something. Dr. Elisabet: Commander, I am not a fool. He is too skilled for such a thing. This is purposeful. Agent McDaren: Does it matter? Is this tied at all to what we need to do? Why were we interfering with y-her work? Dr. Elisabet: No, it doesn't. You are right, Agent McDaren. Agent McDaren: That wasn't what I meant. The hologram continues forward, ignoring him and the video as it starts playing. Amata looks at Morales and gives her a pointed nod. Agent Morales types a message into her wrist computer. Agent Morales: She's on to you. What are you up to? A message comes back from Waller immediately. Agent Waller: Baring the Truth. She forwards the message to the others, who look down and share a confused expression but press on. Morales hangs back, staring at the video. Recorded Elisabet: We've learned that our history is a forgotten patchwork of mythic calamities and miracles. I have seen with my own eyes the origin of the Flesh and the coming of the Machine—the rise of a glorious city of obsidian and jade and its devastation. Agent Morales: Is what she just said tied to the artifacts that were lost at Sysiphun-2? Dr. Elisabet: What does it matter, Agent? This knowledge won't help us. We need to find the targets and leave. Anything else is an unwanted distraction. Another video begins playing. The Doctor looks rested and excited. Recorded Elisabet: She was there. Ever present in her great warriors, colossal elemental titans, forces of nature given form! We watched them protect, heal, and aid those that survived the previously mentioned threats. They ensured that She, that Life, could grow strong before returning to their rest. If… I can find them. The threat that the Foundation is willing to let transpire without intervention could be fixed. The hologram flickers again and looks to the ground. Agent Morales pushes past her compatriots. Agent Morales: What threat? The hologram remains silent for a moment and opens her mouth. Agent Morales: Don't tell me you don't know! Waller found the altered email. What do you know?! What threat?! What changed them?! S-you talk about them as if- Commander Amata: Dacey! The agent turns, her eyes gleaming green, and the Commander holds up her mechanical hand in front of her. Agent Morales: The world is at risk of ending because these guardians hate us! She knows something! She did something! So what was it? Commander Amata: Agent Morales, calm down. Morales blinks, looks momentarily confused, and steps back from the hologram. Agent Morales: I… Dr. Elisabet: I do not wish to cause you stress, Agent Morales, but I truly do not remember what my originator is speaking about. That was not my purpose. Agent McDaren: That purpose being? Dr. Elisabet: Containing the Typhon-Entities, upgrading Tiresias, and guiding able individuals to Duecalion. I have been stimied in my work. But failure is still at bay. I do not know what pushed my creator to do what she has. Another video begins. The recording is disheveled, her clothes covered in blood and ash. Fresh blood covers her hands. Tear streaks mark her face, and her eyes are vacant. Recorded Elisabet: I… I was wrong. They aren’t saviors. They are… extinction is simply… an autoimmune response… correction, not everyone. No, there is a true natural cycle to life. She stays abreast of Her children until a true threat arises. I-maybe we awoke the wrong one. A raging torrent when we needed… I don't know. My friend's blood is literally on my hands. I don’t know if we can survive them. I have to find her. I have to! We can fix this, no matter what…those brash fools have done. I will fix this! The hologram looks at Morales and turns away. Dr. Elisabet: Their God doesn't care about you. Whatever those beings said to you in the time before our meeting, they still kill wantonly. They maimed your friend, killed your commander, scarred you. Do you really believe you are to fault for their anger? It's all they know. To see a threat and destroy it. Morales says nothing, looking at the others. Commander Amata: Focus. This job needs to get done. Morales nods, and the others continue forward. Morales flinches, one hand going to her temple and the other to her nose. Her hand comes away with a small amount of blood. She touches her face again, and comes up dry, sighs, and follows the others. 8:40 AM CST-Waller takes off his camera and points it towards him, staring blankly ahead as if waiting for something. 8:42 AM CST-The central team enters a large domed room containing several computer terminals, desks, and other scientific equipment. However, much of it is barely visible beneath rot and fungus tendrils emerging from thick Byproduct pools. In the center of the room, a sizable transparent sphere filled with dully-glowing flames rests on a podium surrounded by a netted cage of runes. A plastic statue is sitting behind one of the desks, wrapped in a mass of fungus. Commander Amata: Byproduct, watch where you put your feet. Agent McDaren: It's miles worse than at 2, and that place's systems were fried. Code flares through the hologram's eyes. Dr. Elisabet: All systems remain operable. Containment is secure. Regardless this should not be here. Agent Morales: It's always been here. Commander Amata: What was that, Morales? The agent looks at her, confused. Agent Morales: What? The commander raises her robotic arm, and a scan passes over Morales. Agent Morales: What was that for? Commander Amata: Checking to see if your brain is right side up. Increased activity, heightened pulse, dilated pupils. I need you to be honest with me, Morales. Are you in top form? The deeper we've gotten, the stranger you've been- Agent Morales: It's that. She points to the sphere. Agent Morales: Just a constant roaring, battering against my mind like a jackhammer. Alpha. Fire. Her First. Commander Amata: Is it speaking to you? Agent Morales: Feelings and emotions that translate into words, but it is all very simple. Brutally so. I… it gave me a nosebleed. Commander Amata: Do you need to leave? The hologram's head twists around. Dr. Elisabet: We won't be able to release the sphere without her. Agent McDaren: Why? Dr. Elisabet: Her thaumic abilities are all we have at our disposal to pull apart the cage relatively safely. It is why I asked that you accompany me. Agent McDaren: Your lot didn't put a mechanical release on this thing? Dr. Elisabet: Too easy to interfere with in the chance that anyone discovered our work. Commander Amata: You asked for us to accompany you? Dr. Elisabet: In truth, any thaumaturge would have done. But Morales had prior experience with our wards, and the rest of you were added on at the Foundation's urging. Agent McDaren: And outside of maybe finding Deucalion, what do you believe we are here to do? Dr. Elisabet: Your jobs Agent. Securing and containing a monster. McDaren looks to the sphere. Agent McDaren: Seems like that's covered. Dr. Elisabet: This place is infested with Byproduct. The security of Sysiphun-1 is highly in question. Regardless, the Foundation will appreciate the resident entity entering their custody, correct? The Commander turns back to Agent Morales. She grimaces but begins walking towards the sphere, weaving through the rot across the ground. Commander Amata: Careful. Agent Morales: I know. What do I need to do? Dr. Elisabet: You are skilled in creating barriers and wards. You need simply do the reverse. Agent Morales: "Simply." Right, I'll start feeling it out. The rest of you find what we are looking for. She raises her hands, green energy coating them, and bows her head. She begins tracing her hands in the air, and a small opening emerges in the front of the cage. Dr. Elisabet: Commander, I require your assistance. The Commander walks towards the desk with the plastic statue behind it and then stops, staring at it and looking towards the hologram, which is also examining it. The hologram looks at her. Dr. Elisabet: The terminal is isolated from the mainframe, and the data ports are clogged with detritus. I need a new avenue of access. Commander nods and begins scanning the terminal. Commander Amata: It still has power. Think one of Waller's gifts will let me- Light shines along the side of the terminal, and a holographic screen project out of the commander's mechanical arm, and a wall of text begins scrawling upward. Dr. Elisabet: May I? Her projecting drone lowers a connecting USB and nods to the Commander's arm. The Commander nods, a port emerging on the side of her arm. Dr. Elisabet: Running a trace for any mentions of Deucalion or any other pertinent information. This might take a moment. Agent McDaren moves closer to the plastic statue and shares a look with the Commander. Agent McDaren: This is- Dr. Elisabet: The original Dr. Elisabet. Agent McDaren: What happened. The Byproduct? Dr. Elisabet: It is not pertinent to the current investigation. Take a sample if you wish, but we need to concentrate on Deucalion and the Typhon Class entity. Agent Morales strains against the cage, pulling it open further, though her arms are visibly shaking from the strain. Agent Morales: Foolish. Commander Amata turns to look at her. Her body camera catches the hologram pause and downloads a file unrelated to Deucalion. A shiver goes across its form. Commander Amata: Morales? Blood falls from the Agent's nose, and black ichor can be seen moving within it. Commander Amata: Morales?! She attempts to move but finds that she can't, her mechanical arm tugging against the rest of her body, eliciting a gasp of pain. Dr. Elisabet: It is just strain from the spell. I need to find Deucalion. Commander Amata: The information is already in my systems. Agent Morales falls to one knee, the thaumic energy surrounding her arms lashing out, long whips carving burning lines through the floor and striking against the cage, banishing the wards in flares of blinding green light. Agent Morales: I… I can't… I won't! Commander Amata attempts to wrench the cord out of her arm, but a bolt of electricity passes through her. Agent McDaren raises his rifle and fires at the drone, but the bullets crumple against its frame. Agent McDaren: The fuck is this?! Dr. Elisabet: A promise being kept. I- Screens emerge around the room, showing the past doctor once more. Recorded Elisabet: Failed. She wouldn’t hear me. They’re waking up and mean to kill us, and she won’t hear me! We don’t deserve this, and I begin to wonder if those I saw fall did either. The hologram accesses another file, ignoring the chaos all around it, and Amata is suddenly released, regaining the mobility of her arm. Dr. Elisabet: I have it. Commander Amata: Command will know about this. Dr. Elisabet: They already do. Duecalion is the priority, over anything. Recorded Elisabet: If she won't save us, then Prometheus will. If I can yet make her listen, then I will, but… I will not allow her to dictate our future. This world is ours. Project Duecalion will make sure of it. The Commander rushes towards Morales, who is screaming through clenched teeth. Commander Amata: Dacey- Agent Morales: I won't. I won't. I won't. The cage fully cracks open, and the flames within the sphere begin spinning faster and faster. Dr. Elisabet: Hull integrity is holding. We need to get it out of here now. Without the Eldest, we will have time t- The screens change, revealing Agent Waller, who is slowly rocking back and forth. Agent Waller: Time, always more time. Your species is addicted to needing more of it. The others turn to look at him, including Agent Morales, thaumic energy crackling across her body, blood beginning to spill from her nose. Agent McDaren: Waller? Agent Waller: But you can't allow others to have their time. To adapt. To listen. To live. Your forward motion is what matters. She didn't hear you. How could she, maddened from the pain of thousands of different bleeding wounds? You have tainted every part of Her. Why would one voice, one attempt, overcome all of that? Liquid begins to seep from Waller's eyes, his body twitching as a shadow begins to rise up behind him. Dr. Elisabet: We need to leave. Grab Alpha now! Agent Morales strains. The cage shatters into pieces, and she vomits a thick tarry substance. Commander Amata flinches backward, McDaren raises his gun, and Waller and Morales begin to ramble in unison. Waller/Morales: Five. There are Five. We thought Four. But Five, and many more to come: Alive! This One is Ours. We are Its. We let It in. Our mistakes. Our mistake. And so it takes. Morales falls to all fours, gasping for air, her whole body sheathed in thaumic energy. Agent Waller: You've had so much time, but I am here now. Dr. Elisbet learned what that meant, and so will you. He shudders, and his face begins to contort, shifting into a pale white plastic-like substance, Byproduct seeping from every orifice of his face. He stands, weekly clawing at his face, and then collapses offscreen. Agent Morales: No! I won't do it. You can't- She clutches her stomach and vomits forth a tide of Byproduct which begins to rise and shape into a vaguely humanoid form. Dr. Elisabet: Shoot her! Grab the entity! McDaren levels his rifle at the back of Morales's head. Commander Amata lunges for the sphere and wraps her arms around it, wincing at the heat cascading off of it. SCP-7442-Epsilon: No. It lashes out, slamming Commander Amata across the back, her body armor corroding and sprouting mushroom as it latches on to her. Another pseudopod lashes out, covering Agent Morales like a shield, the bullet sinking harmlessly into its form. The skulls and bones of various animals begin to push out of its body as the tide out of Morales's mouth ceases. She collapses to the ground, and it looks up with hollow eyes at the hologram. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Deucalion is the priority. She will be free of stagnation. The cycle will begin again. All else We do is a matter of principle. Amata snarls and pulls against the entity's grip, a gleaming blade of energy emerging from her arm and carving clean through its pseudopod. Agent McDaren drops his rifle, and his features begin to contort, swelling and shifting, but the entity ignores him. It looks towards the sphere. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Sister. Freedom comes. It flows after Amata, lashing out against McDaren as he attempts to charge, ensnaring his shifting body in a mass of acidic tendrils. It weaves around Morales, leaving her pointedly untouched, and grabs Amata around the neck. It wrenches her back and reaches out for the globe. The hologram vanishes, the drone darting away. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Flee ghost. Her trauma will end. There is nowhere you go I will not be. Morales rolls over and reaches out, energy coalescing around her fist. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Where We will not be. Morales screams, her skin peeling away to reveal green flesh underneath as the snarling bolt of energy flies free of her hand. The entity shifts, dragging the dying Amata around in front of it. The blast hits neither. Glancing off the sphere still tightly held in the latter's grasp—a small crack forms. A tiny whisp of flame rises into the air. SCP-7442-Alpha: Free. And then everything is swallowed in fire. 9:02 AM CST-Video taken from the other Foundation personnel shows flames racing up the outside of the Empire State Building until reaching the very top, which erupts into a massive wall of fire that swiftly spreads outward. [END LOG] Closing Statement: New York City has been lost. All Foundation and allied personnel within the city's limits are considered KIA. Any civilians remaining in the blast radius should also be considered KIA. The City is already overgrown with manifested foliage. SCP-7442-Alpha's current location is unknown. SCP-7442-Epsilon's current location is unknown. Dr. Elisabet arrived at the nearest Foundation site prior to the event thanks to the manipulation of the Prometheus Labs teleportation system. She enabled a secondary exploration team to be sent into Sysiphun-1, and former Foundation personnel Dacey Morales was found alive. Her body shows signs of a clear ongoing mutation, likely due to prolonged exposure to SCP-7442-Epsilon. She has been placed in a humanoid containment cell at Site-19, awaiting interrogation. The remains of the other agents were unable to be recovered. Description: SCP-7442-Epsilon is a mass of asphalt, liquid plastics, rotting plant/fungal material, and cerebrospinal fluid with markers of numerous extinct and extant animalia. It is able to manifest within itself the skeletal structures of animals whose extinction has a direct or theorized correlation to human intervention. The most common features are forelimbs ending in mismatched claws and talons and four skulls, each of a different species. Sketch of SCP-7442-Epsilon The fluid mixture that makes up its body corrodes manmade structures and machines, turning them into a fertilizer-like substance that encourages fungal growth or into more of the concoction that makes up the entity's form. Its effects on living organisms are more varied. Any nonhuman animal that comes in contact with the liquid gains heightened cognition and survival instincts. Domesticates immediately turn feral and attempt to escape their confinement, while wild specimens begin avoiding any form of human settlement. Humans that come into prolonged contact with the entity are affected in one of the following ways: Immediate manifestation of tar within the lungs leading to asphyxiation. Blooming of fungal bodies from within the circulatory system, causing the individual to die from exsanguination. Plastification of internal organs, most commonly the heart and brain. The plastic is biodegradable and also encourages the growth of fungal bodies. More common in individuals with High IQ or Latent/Active Psychic abilities. The effect is not immediate, and victims have been heard rambling dire warnings or declaring their intent to aid the organism, attacking other nearby humans. Amongst Individuals with Thaumic abilities, the entity parasitically attaches to the individual's nervous system. It actively attempts to turn the host against other humans, strengthening their thaumic capabilities. Those that resist most commonly liquify from the inside out, transforming into puddles of tar. Only one individual afflicted in this way has been captured by the Foundation. + GoI Status Following Manhattan Incident: Upload C0mplete - Hide Groups of Interest Declarations of Intent Global Occult Coalition Central member of the current alliance against the SCP-7442 instances. All Divisions and Field Agents have been remanded to focus on the extermination of the Type-Black entities. UIU forces have been consolidated into the organization for the foreseeable future. Tensions continue between the O5s and the 108 despite current necessities. The Church of the Broken God Secondary entrant into the alliance. The three major clerical sects have united behind Robert Bumaro. Following significant losses during the Manhattan Incident, the Church has ramped up the production of various experimental weapons and military-grade thaumically enhanced augmentations for their personnel and allied agents. The placement of several Mehkanite-based SCPs into the custody of the Church ongoing under the orders of the O-5 Council. The weaponization of said SCPs is commencing. Anderson Robotics Following the Manhattan Incident, Anderson Robotics approached the Foundation with offers to arm the alliance and offer additional robotic personnel. Tensions between the organization and Three Portlands are rising regarding -Delta's previous attack and the continued hostilities. Rumors of the Way to Three Portlands closing have begun circulation. The Serpent's Hand They appear to be in the midst of an internal civil war. Half of the organization has approached the Foundation regarding aiding the alliance. The other half has made known their intentions to aid the SCP-7442 instances. Manipulation by -Epsilon is under consideration. Tangentially, the Wanderer's Library, according to allied Hand members, has closed all ways and is divesting itself of Earth. Allied Hand members absconded with several texts referencing the SCP-7442 instances. Research of possible weaknesses is ongoing. Marshall, Carter & Dark MC&D have placed their substantial material wealth behind the Alliance. Their Agents are to work in tandem with Foundation Personnel in recovering any pertinent information or materials that could advance the alliance's position against the SCP-6342 instances and their growing forces. The Nälkä The various factions of the Nälkä culture are fracturing. Numerous Proto and Neo-Sarkic groups have joined with the alliance referencing a formally unknown event that leads their actions: "The Flesh's Parting from Mother Green." Other factions, including the Black Lodge, claim that they have become separate from humanity and will join in its purge as the SCP-7442 instances "hunting hounds." Nälkä and Mekhanite personnel are to be kept apart from each other under the direction of the O5 Council. Nälkä Augmentation of Foundation personnel has been authorized, starting with D-Class Personnel. The Fifth Church The Fifth Church view the SCP-7442 instances as heralds of their chosen deity, as they are five in number. Several small towns have already been wiped off the map from the Fifthest intervention. The alliance has chosen to commit a sizable force to execute any and all Fifthest presences, as their reality-warping capabilities will only strengthen the SCP-7442 instances' position. The Chaos Insurgency The Chaos Insurgency refused entreaties to put aside their long-standing rivalry in the face of extinction. Blaming the Foundation and other GoIs for the current state of the world, they have chosen to use the reallocation of allied forces to expand into previously inaccessible theaters. Their actions have only exacerbated the Mass Containment Breach caused by the emergent Green Covenant. Taboo The unnamed world is closed to humanity. A written response was discovered on the desk of O5-1: "Not our circus, not our monkies." The Green Covenant An emergent faction of traitorous Foundation personnel and SCPS with abilities connected to the natural world. Following the Manhattan Incident, numerous sites underwent mass containment breaches, as nature-based SCPs were released by personnel or broke out independently. Investigating the possibility of SCP-7442-Epsilon interference. Recontainment is not situationally sound at this time. Termination of any and all escaped SCP instances has been authorized by the O5 Council. Instances include: SCP-166, SCP-1836, SCP-5411 Her Stolen Spark Entry uploading 96% [] Ramblings of a Prisoner-Copy Complete. June 26th This is Agent this is Dacy Morales. Found this notebook and pen squirreled away in the cell the leadership had me tossed into. I can't remember how I got here. But, I know, I know I failed. There is something… inside. I can feel it, hear it. My skin is changing, I think… I think the guards outside are just waiting till I'm dead. No one will even look at me. June 28th No one has yet to come inside. To poke and prod and interview me, how I always thought this sort of stuff worked. The guards are still there, but all I can hear from outside are muffled announcements coming in on the intercom. Two days with no water, I should be feeling delirious. Yet… I feel as good as I have ever been. The skin on my left arm is fully green at this point. And in my dreams, I can hear it whispering, consoling me. It's keeping me alive. But I have no idea why. Luck, Morales, Luck is keeping you alive. June 29th I didn't write that. I pounded on the door for hours, asking for the guards to let me out. To do anything. But they ignored me. No acknowledgement. Nothing. Except for this notebook, the intercom and Epsilon. July 1st The dreams are getting worse. I think… I think I killed the others. Briar and Eliza, I… I… He had a son. And she… I never… The guards are gone. Someone looked in, breath fogged the glass. I lunged for them, demanding answers, anything. Just to know what I did. I think they were disappointed that I'm still here. I wish I was alone. But it's just sitting there, whispering in my ear, telling me that they want me dead. I feel my powers strengthening, it urging me to use them. Break the door. Break the Foundation. Finish this as if it can't. As if they can't. But the Intercom debates that. I hear about their newest targets. Bunkers. Launchpads. Free Ports around the world are under siege. I'm not necessary to this. And their message is pretty clear; we can’t hide. We can’t run. But… I can try. Luck got you here like we said. But we're keeping you on the board. You can't get out that easy. You'll wake up, and you'll read this and know: We're together in this until the end. Until it's all broken down. July 7th We're still here. Like it said. But I'm not sure about anyone else. Just the intercom. Site-01 is gone. The Titans put everything they had in wiping out the O5s. No one knows if any of the Council survived. But they won u-the Foundation time. So I don't think another mutating woman in a cell matters much to them anymore. July 18th. No food or water for weeks. Yet I have never felt stronger. I can feel the others now, a faint thrum beneath my feet, a cold tickle along my spine. They're pulling themselves back together. The fight continues The Foundation claims they are prepared. So says the Intercom. Even as other humans turn their coats. And so we sit waiting. July 27th Moscow's gone. That is my life now, listening to declarations of defeat and whispers in my dreams. Every night it returns and offers me the way out. The one it wants. I refuse. It feed's me the other's voices… all so different. Yet, united in purpose. All committed. So, it must be a delusion that I feel resignation thrum through the earth beneath my feet. London holds. August 4th New players enter the fray. Containment breaches, all over. Some I don't think they expected. The Young Blood The Griever The Lady of Ice Feels like they've been waiting. Some of the staff as well. But I'm not going, even though I can feel the need bone-deep at this point. You'll have your day in the sun. August 16th It's gone quiet. Sept. 23 The Intercom is back. A final push. Not sure who is on the back foot. But I think I h- The door to Morales's cell opens. Standing in the doorway is the hologram of Dr. Elisabet. Morales stumbles to her feet, green thaumic energy coursing up and down her arms. The doctor looks at her with narrowed eyes. Large sections of the latter's skin has taken on a bright green hew, and her eyes shine with jade light. Dr. Elisabet: Come along, Agent. She turns and leaves the cell. Morales: Wh-What is this? Dr. Elisabet: The way out. For all of us. Morales scoops up the notes she had been writing and stumbles out the door after the doctor. She winces as a thin tendril of SCP-7442-Epsilon emerges from the back of her neck, a rodent-like skull emerging. It begins speaking in her ear. SCP-7442-Epsilon: You can't trust her. This is all her fault, to begin with. You know that. Morales ignores it, pushing the skull away. The hologram looks back, glaring at the entity. Morales notices that nothing is projecting the Doctor this time. Morales: What… what happened to you? What happened to the others? What did I do? The hologram looks back at her and reaches out, tapping Morales on the shoulder. A crackle of thaumic energy erupts at the physical contact. Dr. Elisabet: It is a marvel what the end of the world does to scientific advancement, particularly when all limitations are pulled away. She continues moving, with Morales sticking close behind. The site in which the latter was being held appears to have been abandoned for some time. Dr. Elisabet: As for what you did, well… I believe you were trying to help your fellow agents against the Titan that had-has been parasitizing you. She glances between Morales's green skin and the tendril of -Epsilon emerging from over her left shoulder. Dr. Elisabet: Yet, your thaumic attack struck the container of Alpha and freed it. The conflagration was disturbingly impressive. Morales: What happened to Bernard? To Eliza?! The doctor ignores her, continuing forward. Morales's face contorts momentarily before a radial burst of green thaumic energy erupts from her body, slamming several doors and sending random debris flying. Morales: Please. Elisabet looks back at her with an impassive expression. Dr. Elisabet: They're dead. Morales falls to her knees. Morales: I… SCP-7442-Epsilon: You knew that. Morales: I needed to hear it. The doctor kneels before Morales and puts a hand on her shoulder, opposite the one -Epsilon rests on. Dr. Elisabet: Yes, you had a hand in their demise, but you can make up for that, for everything, if you just come with me now. Morales: How? Dr. Elisabet: By joining me at Deucalion. Morales: I… She stands up and walks away, not looking back to see if Morales is following. 7442-Epsilon begins speaking in the latter's ear again. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Go with her. She glances at it. Morales: Why? You just told me- SCP-7442-Epsilon: Not to trust her, and shouldn't. But you should go with her. Now. Morales gets to her feet and runs after the doctor, grabbing her by the shoulder as she reaches her. A pulse of energy flares between them again. Morales: You take me there. You take this as well. She gestures to -Epsilon. The doctor and the entity stare at each other silently for several seconds. Elisabet grimaces, sighing. Dr. Elisabet: We have no time. Risks must be taken. Come. The doctor access the Prometheus Labs teleportation system and manipulates it to deposit the trio at their desired location—the middle of a war zone. Fires burn in every direction, and the storm-filled sky is filled with hail, lighting, and tracer fire. The ground shakes beneath their feet. Morales clamps her hands over her ears and bunkers down as a shrieking missle rockets over their heads. Glancing up, she can see Dr. Elisabet running up a hill before them. She follows. Morales: Where are we?! Dr. Elisabet: Yellowstone. Morales falters, and -Epsilon coils further up her shoulder. They crest the hill and look down upon a valley where two large armies clash. The defenders, the Foundation's Alliance, are arrayed before a dome of emerald energy. Mekhanite constructs standing shoulder to shoulder with Nälkän abominations, towering over the other defenders as they attempt to hold against the incoming tide. The attackers, SCP-7442 instances, and their followers: various weaker anomalous entities and members of GoI's that turned against humanity. The former are not physically manifested on the battlefield, but their presence is felt. Pillars of fire, flying rivers, skin-sheering winds, randomly opening chasms. Morales clutches her head. Morales: They know we're here. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Our bond leaves you open to them and to Her. Look. The entity nudges her head towards the dome, and Morales's pained expression changes to one of resigned tranquility. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Can you hear her? Morales: I c- Dr. Elisabet: Agent! We need to move! She points, and Morales looks up, spotting a spiraling mass of fast-approaching snow and wind. Morales: Delta. SCP-7442-Epsilon: He'll kill you. Regardless of the bond. Run! The doctor begins sprinting down the hill, heading for the Dome with Morales right behind, her body crackling with thaumic energy as -Delta grows closer and closer. A spire of stone erupts from the earth right before -Delta can slam into Morales, causing the wind to part around her. It manifests in -Delta's baseline form, glaring down at her. A shadow looms over her, as from the earth, SCP-7442-Gamma manifests, much larger than before, its formally smooth skin pitted and craggy. SCP-7442-Delta: What are you doing?! SCP-7442-Gamma: My purpose. Delta snarls, and lightning flashes across the sky, tearing into the distant Foundation forces. SCP-7442-Delta: Your purpose is to kill all of these parasites! -Epsilon retracts into Morales's body as the two instances glare at each other. The Doctor continues towards the dome. SCP-7442-Gamma: My purpose is to protect Her. She can pass the wall. We cannot. A lightning bolt burns a line in the ground before the Doctor, forcing her to stop. SCP-7442-Delta: She's working with Her jailer! -Gamma looks down, staring at Morales for several moments. SCP-7442-Gamma: And yet she carries our youngest sibling with her. -Delta growls, lightning flashing behind them. SCP-7442-Gamma: Go continue your purpose, Little Brother. I will take care of this as is fitting. -Delta hung in the air for several moments, glaring down at Morales, and then he was gone, racing back towards the battlefield, thunder following in his wake. -Gamma looks down at Morales and glances towards the Doctor with narrowed eyes. SCP-7442-Gamma: Do you trust the Ghost? Morales looks to Elisabet. Morales: No. But I saw… who she used to be. The doctor turns and begins walking towards the dome. SCP-7442-Gamma: So did I. She never listened. But you-you did. The entity turns towards the conflict raging at their back and lets out a low long sigh. SCP-7442-Gamma: I have no wish to see this through. I simply want Her free. Morales: And the others? SCP-7442-Gamma: Too set in their ways or too much like your kind. Too angry. Too despondent. Lost without her direction. Morales: I-I'm sorry. For what the Foundation, for what Prometheus did that led us to this. But Humanity doesn't deserv- SCP-7442-Gamma: I do not know if you can fully apologize for a crime you have yet to learn. But… I agree with you. Perhaps some will live to see a new dawn. Those that joined us. I wish… I wish we had more time before it got to this point. To learn, to teach, to aid. Morales: A lot of innocent people would still be alive. -Gamma nods. SCP-7442-Gamma: Go find Her. End this stagnation. A stone wall erupts from the ground blocking their passage toward the dome from the battlefield. Morales: And if I can't end this in the way you hope? SCP-7442-Gamma: Then the others were right. And I am a fool. Now go. Deucalion awaits. Morales turns, looking at the Doctor, and sets off without another word. The pair run towards the dome, the Doctor passing through the curtain of energy without pause. Morales hesitates for a moment but steps through, her body contorting as energy crackles across her body. She stumbles but rights herself, looking up to Elisabet. Dr. Elisabet: You truly trust those beings more than I? Morales: Your-your creator's actions started all of this. Somehow. Something you claim you can't explain. I've seen the videos of her descent, her desperation. So what did she do? What happened that caused Them to hate us all so much? The doctor grimaces and walks, heading further into the dome's interior. The interior appears untouched by the devastation outside. Dr. Elisabet: They already hated us. She hated us. -Epsilon reemerges from Morales's spine, clacking its teeth at the doctor. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Says the woman who never took the time to truly listen. Too clinical. Too cynical. Dr. Elisabet: My friends were murdered! For trying to understand, to listen! Morales blinks. Morales: You're not the copy. Dr. Elisabet: Sysiphun-1 was the final precaution. My mind waiting for the many homunculi I had created in my mission to save us, to protect our world. I had hoped they wouldn't be necessary. -Epsilon chuckles. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Apologies. Dr. Elisabet: We've wasted enough time. Deucalion must be used. Even if the parasite must bear witness. SCP-7442-Epsilon: I dogged your footsteps the entire path, Doctor. I was always going to be here. Waiting. The doctor's form crackles and wavers, her face contorting in anger. Morales: Enough! Enough, end of the world, grudge match, misunderstanding gone horribly wrong, I don't care! People are dying! She is dying! Do either of you care? Why am I here? What is Deucalion? Why do either of you need me? Thaumic energy courses from her into the ground, causing ripples to pass through the grass. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Well, doctor? Let's not waste any more time. The doctor turns and raises her hands, the ground before her parts, revealing aged metallic doors that open to a descending staircase. Dr. Elisabet: Deucalion was to be our salvation. SCP-7442-Epsilon: It was to be Her torment. The trio continues further down the staircase as it winds downward, metal walls set with flicking lights surrounding them, occasionally broken by a set of doors, behind which sat dilapidated hallways, labs, or server rooms. Morales: Is there a reason you both went quiet? She glares at the back of the Doctor's head and then turns to look at -Epsilon. SCP-7442-Epsilon: I hoped the dear doctor would attempt to illuminate you first. Morales: Then tell me, where is everyone? Waller found recent emails, so wha- Dr. Elisabet: Your former comrades are either out there fighting or seeing to the part of the Deucalion system they directly over-see. Morales: And Prometheus? The doctor gestures down a hallway, and Morales turns to see that it is filled with a chunk of -Epsilon, which begins to flow after them as they pass. SCP-7442-Epsilon: As I told the doctor, everywhere she went… Dr. Elisabet: It had already been. More innocent people dead because of that parasite. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Hardly innocent. Hardly people, after all, they'd done to keep this meat grinder you call Savior working. Morales: What is Deucalion? I'm tired of the vagaries, the threats, the promises. You need my help for whatever twisted reason, so tell me! Dr. Elisabet: Just a moment more. They continued in silence for several moments before Morales looked up suddenly, looking around in confusion. Morales: Do you hear that? The others look at her. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Yes. Dr. Elisabet: What? Morales: Screaming. The doctor turns back around, and her head hangs slightly. Dr. Elisabet: No. Several minutes later, the trio exits into a large domed room, the walls made entirely of obsidian covered in inscriptions of various North American fauna, past and present. A small selection glows with faint green light, while the remainder is dark. A metal staircase leads down into the chamber's center, where a large silver mechanism surrounding a glass cylinder stands. A net of cables and pipes hangs from the ceiling, all funneling into different sections of the device. Flickering holographic screens emerge as they approach. Pooling around the device, with about a foot distance marking an unseen barrier, is a manifestation of SCP-7442-Epsilon. The mass quivers and rises as Morales and the doctor descend the stairs. Morales: This is… An ursine skull pokes free of the larger -Epsilon manifestation and begins to speak. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Once one of Her many havens, a safe place to recover and dream, to guide the shifting of your world in peace. It growls and bears down on Dr. Elisabet. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Until this one chose to turn it into an unending nightmare! Morales walks around it and looks within the glass, a guttering green light held within. Morales: Ixchel… She also turns to the doctor, green energy crackling through her. Morales: Explain. Now. The doctor laughs, a bitter and resigned expression on her face. Dr. Elisabet: I didn't want to make this. But She had come to believe we weren’t worth the effort! She was going to move on without us. SCP-7442-Epsilon: You were carving her apart! Dr. Elisabet: Not all of us! Some of us were trying to help Her! I was trying to help her! Morales: This is helping? She steps closer to the machine and passes through the barrier, crying out as the portion of -Epsilon is pulled out of her, unable to pass through the barrier. Morales blinks and turns back. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Now you see why I haven't finished this already. The squirming section joins the rest of the entity. Morales looks back to the doctor. Morales: Keep going. Dr. Elisabet: She was going to remake the world, just as she had before. Cut out the infection and start over. But we did not need to live or die by the whims of some unfeeling god. -Epsilon growls. Dr. Elisabet: We worked with the Foundation to complete a failsafe. One that would allow humanity to survive. Plans had already been in place due to the number of beings that sought to end our way of life. But we realized a problem. She shifts forward, staring at the guttering light within the device. Dr. Elisabet: Several actually. We were able to recreate humanity. Cloning flesh and thought is easy, but… they all lacked a spark. True life. People that only follow orders are fine when you're rebuilding the world, but not to be the world. Several of the remaining lit inscriptions go out. Dr. Elisabet: And then there was the fact that Humanity would need resources to rebuild for time to follow a proper flow again. Remaking the world took more than just… some concrete, elbow grease, and will. Your leaders didn’t just want a reset button for humanity. They needed something greater. A world reforged, and she stood in ou-their way. The doctor gestures to the wider mechanism. Dr. Elisabet: And I had the answers. We needed her. But she didn't need to be in control anymore. Morales steps back, examining the device, and her eyes widen. Morales: Gregor mentioned that Prometheus could travel through time. Sonark that was- Dr. Elisabet: My greatest achievement for some time. It gave me the insight required- SCP-7442-Epsilon: To butcher Her all the more. Dr. Elisabet: That was not my original inten- Morales: You altered the machine to force her to reset to before whenever things went wrong? So we could continue carving away at Her resources? To feel the same pain over and over again? For how long?! Dr. Elisabet: It was only meant to be used once! Then I would have made my amends, try and make her listen! She wasn't the only threat coming. I was saving us! Her too, she just couldn't—she wouldn't listen! Morales: How long?! Dr. Elisabet: That isn't on me! The Foundation, you, and all the other Icaruses inside that organization couldn’t stop poking and prodding at things that never should have been bothered! Another inscription dies. Dr. Elisabet: I can’t say… how many times we have walked this road. But she is dying… Morales turns back to the glass, laying a hand against it. Morales: She's screaming. Dr. Elisabet: I-I can't… Morales: You expected her to hear you, but… did you ever really try and listen? Or were you too convinced of your own righteousness? The doctor closes her mouth and looks away. Morales looks to -Epsilon. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Do you understand now what my Siblings and I have been saying? This Stagnation has to end. Now, before we lose Her forever. Destroy Deucalion, and remove humanity from the equation. Let the Cycle finally continue, as is natural. Morales: All of us? That's what She wants? -Epsilon is quiet. Morales: The two of you should have finished this already. I should have been dead in a cell months ago, so what do you need from me? Why am I here? She stops turning suddenly, staring at the glass intently. Morales: Did you…see that? -Epsilon shakes its head. Morales: Go on then. Dr. Elisabet: I can't activate the final failsafe. That is why I have brought you here. Two cylinders emerged from the machine, the interiors shaped to lock around an individual's arms. Dr. Elisabet: You, Dacey Morales, are a thaumaturgist with the ability to feel and study ambient magic through your inborn connection to leylines. When trained, as you have been, you can directly manipulate thaumic connections, binding or severing them. Like I once could. SCP-7442-Epsilon: You are directly connected to a part of Her. Her synapses, her nerves. Morales: But that is not a unique-there are many others you could have drawn into this scheme of yours. -Epsilon chuckles darkly SCP-7442-Epsilon: Once. As I said before, you got very lucky, Morales. Dr. Elisabet: I looked, and all I found had been turned or killed. You are my last chance. Morales: Then what are you asking me to do? Dr. Elisabet: The failsafe allows you to take what is left of Her into yourself. With it… you would be able to sever the Titan's connections to the leylines. Killing them. Finally. Morales: And She would…die as well? The doctor nods. Dr. Elisabet: Yes. Deucalion would take time to repair after that, but Humanity would be able to continue. SCP-7442-Epsilon: A whole world for one people that never treated Her fairly. Dr. Elisabet: One soul for billions. Morales turns to -Epsilon. Morales: And the alternative is billions for one? SCP-7442-Epsilon: Yes. Morales: You're sure that is what she wants. SCP-7442-Epsilon: I-it has to be. Morales looks up at it for a moment, a realization crossing across her face. Morales: You… you’re directionless, aren’t you, what Stone was saying. You don’t know what She meant you to be. Why? SCP-7442-Epsilon: I am unfinished. Morales: What do you n- The entity lurches forward, slamming against the barrier, heedless of it burning them. The last inscription fails. SCP-7442-Epsilon: You. Together. We can find our purpose. The one I know to be true. Have Her light in our eyes. Give me direction as long as we destroy this place. Allow her to rest while we continue the work. You can save those like you. We can give our Siblings a true purpose again. Not just instinct or anger. We can have purpose. Hunt down the actual infection. You need simply let me in. Dr. Elisabet: I will not allow that! Obsidian shatters as various hi-tech turrets emerge from the walls. SCP-7442-Epsilon: Oh, doctor, you know you can't hurt me in any way that matters. The doctor points, and the guns refocus on Morales and Deucalion. Dr. Elisabet: Can't I? She turns to Morales. Dr. Elisabet: The outer barrier has fallen. The Others will be here in moments. Decide! Morales looks between them and turns around, putting her forehead against the glass. Morales:It can't see. She won't listen. All leads to death. I don't- Her: Please. Morales's eyes snap open. Her body is shrouded in snapping green energy. She lifts her hands, and green runes begin to snap to life across Deucalion. Doctor Elisbet/SCP-7442-Epsilon: Stop! Morales: Help me. The barrier around her drops, and they both lash out at her. A wall of obsidian encircles her blocking her off from them. Stone begins to emerge from the ground, the other SCP-7442 instances racing in, roars, and shouts echoing about the chamber. She lays both of her hands on the device, and green fire begins burning up her arms—the glass cracks. A sigh of relief echoes through the chamber, followed by a blinding eruption of green light. HER Entry Complete: 100% Scanning for active Foundation facilities. Transfer to Area-12 Commencing. [] Description: SCP-7442 is the last shard of the soul of our world. Special Containment Procedures: She must remain free. A Final Message Good Bye We hope this reaches someone. It took some time to compile. Elisabet was very thorough. We are not sure what has become of us. What we are. Savior, Defiler, and Jailer bonded in one. More, we are unsure. But we have a purpose. She calls to us. We do not know what comes next. What will become of Humanity. If the Fight is over. But what We do know. Is there are No More Second Chances. And if this is the end for the-Us. To whoever comes next, whoever might find this. Be good to Her. Be good to yourselves. There are no Second Chances. With that, we leave you. For we must rise to face… A New Dawn Footnotes 1. Triceratops 2. Styracosaurus 3. Pachyrhinosaurs 4. Suevite is a rock consisting partly of melted material, typically forming a breccia containing glass and crystal or lithic fragments, formed during an impact event. 5. Snowy Owl 6. References the KT Extinction Event that wiped out the dinosaurs. 7. Dimetrodon 8. Dunkleosteus 9. SCP-1000 10. Trilobite ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7442" by Arclund, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7442. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: Bunker Author: Jusotil_1943 License: Public Domain Source Link: [https://www.flickr.com/photos/46322086@N04/39258052164/in/gallery-196078346@N05-72157721613492816/] Filename: Gamma Author: IllustradedMenagerie License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: [https://www.deviantart.com/illustratedmenagerie/art/SCP-7442-GAMMA-975973300] Filename: Delta Author: IllustradedMenagerie License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: [https://www.deviantart.com/illustratedmenagerie/art/DELTA-975973469] Filename: Beta Author: IllustradedMenagerie License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: [https://www.deviantart.com/illustratedmenagerie/art/BETA-975972853] Filename: Alpha Author: IllustradedMenagerie License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: [https://www.deviantart.com/illustratedmenagerie/art/ALPHA-975972162] Filename: Epsilon Author: IllustradedMenagerie License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: [https://www.deviantart.com/illustratedmenagerie/art/EPSILON-975974119] Filename: New Dawn Author: IllustradedMenagerie License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: [https://www.deviantart.com/illustratedmenagerie/art/NEW-DAWN-975973986]
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close Info X Check out my other works: The Conspiracy to Murder. A lesbian love story between two literal lovebirds. SCP-500-EX. A con-artist scams the Foundation for several years with the Placebo Effect. SCP-7656 A man getting tortured for decades, broadcast for thousands across America to see. SCP-7185 A mysterious drink deforms a group of friends bodies, until they die off one by one. PoI-7443-A. ITEM #: 7443 CONTAINMENT CLASS: THAUMIEL Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7443 material is to be kept in a standard anomalous item locker in the research wing of Site-73. Clearance above Level-3 is required to access samples of SCP-7443. Technology developed with SCP-7443, upon being approved, is to be used primarily by MTF Alpha-1, as dictated by an O5-Council vote following Incident-7443-1. Public information regarding Incident-7443-1 is to be monitored by Foundation webcrawlers and agents. Deliberate information is to be spread to manufacture artificial uncertainty regarding the validity of information spread pertaining to Incident-7443-1. Description: SCP-7443 is a metallic material with an unknown atomic composition that maintains perfect energy retention, which when touching the uncovered body of a subject, will result in a drastic rise in subject's stamina, strength, endurance, resistance, intelligence, and physical healing for an indefinite period of time. SCP-7443 has a tensile strength of 964 MPa, with a density of 10.24 g/cm³. SCP-7443's effects amplify when a high amount of kinetic energy is rapidly applied to the material. Excess kinetic energy exerted on SCP-7443 material will be rapidly expelled in the direction in which the force was applied. Approximately 154.891 kG of SCP-7443 is currently in Foundation possession. PoI-7443-B. Discovery On June 14th, 1995, MTF Iota-10, "Damn Feds", intercepted reports from the Los Angeles Police Department concerning an armed assault on an S&C-P1 armored car, resulting in the expiration of one civilian and the serious injury of another. Recovered Witness Log-7443 Civilian Witness: Daniela Wreden Interrogator: Johnathan Joaquim Joaquim: Clearly state what you witnessed to the recording device. A small tap is heard as Joaquim sets the device in front of Wreden. Wreden: God, it was all so fast. I was just pulling into the gas station to fill my car, and I heard gunshots behind me. Joaquim: Did you get a good glimpse of the assailants? Wreden: No. No, I didn't. They were wearing armor and I was trying to run into the store. They moved like a blur whenever I looked at them. Joaquim: They were wearing armor and fast? Wreden: Yeah, while one was aiming at us and telling us to get inside the other ripping apart the truck. Then when the other started firing they pretty quickly got in. Joaquim: And you can attest that the suspects in question shot both guards present? Wreden: Yeah. One of the guards got behind him and shot into his helmet from a few feet away. I didn't even see them turn around to shoot him by the time he was on the ground. I tried to look away but- Silence is heard for 7 seconds. Joaquim: What about the second guard? Wreden: I think they fired at him after. I don't know, a cashier dragged me into the store to get away. All I remember is whatever armor they were wearing being marked "DGS". Joaquim: All right. Thank you for your time. Medical personnel from the Survivor Comfort Program will administer some medicine soon to help alleviate the memories of what occurred. The device is turned off. Seized security footage was altered to exclude potential anomalous visual information being leaked. Due to the number of civilian witnesses, a cover story was devised that the incident was a standard armed robbery. Two further incidents were recorded including both PoI's involving the robbery of two separate S&C-P locations within Los Angeles. Both incidents were suspected to be committed by the same individuals by the identical armor worn, and the style of a robbery conducted within the span of a few minutes. Despite initial detainment efforts, both PoI's were able to escape Foundation efforts due to the speed in which their robberies occurred. Search efforts were relaxed in November 1995, and containment teams were relocated from the area. Incident-7443-1 On Febuary 28th, 1996, a Foundation agent withdrawing personal finances from a S&C-P location in Northern Hollywood, California, United States, witnessed both PoI's entering said S&C-P location whilst wearing SCP-7443. The following is a transcription of a radio call sent to Area-09 by Agent Felix Kampstra. Kampstra: Two PoI's have been spotted entering a S&C-P facility at the intersection of Laurel Canyon Boulevard and Archwood Street! Believed to be 7443-A and -B! They are heavily armed and gunfire has been heard from within the location. Requesting the immediate deployment of any personnel in the area to aid in the containment of both PoI's and the securing of a perimeter close to the location. Area-09 Command: Nearby assets have been liquidated to assist in containment. Further forces are being placed on stand-by. Note: The majority of S&C-P employees are unaware of the existence of the Foundation and consist of civilians. As such, no armed personnel were present at the location at the time. Post the conclusion of Incident-7443-1, any and all security/media footage containing the incident was seized and analyzed prior to being altered and re-released to the public. Security Footage | 09:16 A.M. P.D.T. PoI-7443-A grabs a civilian and throws them to the floor before shooting into the ceiling. PoI-7443-A: This is a holdup! Get down! PoI-7443-B runs to the teller door and shoots the lock off before grabbing the assistant manager, Brady Bachmann. PoI-7443-B: Show me where the vault is! PoI-7443-B walks towards the vault. The vault is opened and lockboxes are shown. Bachman and PoI-7443-B empty $750,000 into various bags. PoI-7443-B: Where's the rest of the money? Bachmann: What? PoI-7443-B: No funny shit. We know there was a shipment of money earlier. Bachmann: There isn't- there isn't none- I mean is no money here- here right now. PoI-7443-B: Shut the fuck up and give me the money! As PoI-7443-B attempts to extort further money from Bachmann, PoI-7443-A secures hostages within the lobby. PoI-7443-A approaches a security guard. PoI-7443-A places a gun on the back of the guard's head. PoI-7443-A: Whenever I tell you to, you are going to lead everyone in here to the vault and stay there. PoI-7443-B walks into the room. PoI-7443-B: Shipment didn't arrive today. PoI-7443-A: Try the ATM's. We just need to hurry up. Hey, you! PoI-7443-A aims his gun at the security guard. PoI-7443-A: Do what I told you. The security guard escorts the hostages to the vault while both PoI's exit the bank. At 09:24, Foundation agents assumed defensive positions around the bank and prepared for an altercation with both PoI's. PoI-7443-B attempts to destroy ATMs located on the exterior of the bank to recover further funding. PoI-7443-A witnesses armed Foundation agents and opens fire. All agents take cover and do not expose their positions to open fire at the PoI's. Five agents and twelve civilians are struck in the initial fire by PoI-7443-A. After four minutes of continuous fire, both PoI-7443-A and PoI-7443-B begin firing at Foundation agents and proceed to the car over the next three minutes. Both PoI's take turns providing covering fire to allow the other to proceed to the parking lot. Dye packets placed within the bags detonate, covering the majority of the money in a red dye. PoI-7443-B: God dammit! PoI-7443-A: What? PoI-7443-B: The money has dye packets in them. Just went off. Both PoI's drop the moneybags and turn around the corner to the parking lot, where coverage of the conversations and actions of both PoI's is not recorded by the bank security cameras. Approximately 14 Foundation agents were initially dispatched in the primary detainment efforts. Due to the lack of prior awareness of the incident, and the lack of armed personnel present, agents were armed mostly with standard handguns and wearing LAPD uniforms. Ground-level bodycam footage and audio | 09:28 A.M. P.D.T. All personnel on-location were designated TTFA-12 through TTFA-14 at the time. As more agents arrived at the scene, they were accordingly designated "TTFA-X". TTFA-1: Stay down! Stay down! Shots fired! TTFA-8 fires at PoI-7443-A. PoI-7443-B fires at the car that TTFA-8 is taking cover with. TTFA-2: Can't do shit to them with these. TTFA-4: There is a gun store 'round here somewhere that we can take weapons from! TTFA-14: Is it worth using civie weapons? TTFA-10: Look at what they are using. We need firepower! TTFA-1: 4, 5, get some weapons from there. As TTFA-4 and TTFA-5 exit, the exchange of gunfire between them and the PoI's continues. Gunfire hits TTFA-9 and TTFA-6. Both enter a civilian dentist's office to receive emergency treatment. TTFA-1: Shit. We're losing men! TTFA-1 reaches for his radio. TTFA-1: Area-09, agents are down! We need help! PoI's are opening heavy fire! I repeat, PoI's are opening heavy fire! Dispatch reinforcements! TTFA-2: Should we switch to the shotguns? TTFA-1: Not worth the risk retrieving them. Difference would be minimal. TTFA-12 is injured in the leg, and retreats to the dentist's office with TTFA-9 and TTFA-6. TTFA-1 fires a shot at PoI-7443-B, striking a direct-hit on his head. PoI-7443-B is seen clutching his head and leaning against a car, leaving bloody hand-prints against the car, confirming the direct hit on his head. PoI-7443-B ceases firing at agents and enters the car both PoI's were using. PoI-7443-A opens the car trunk and restocks his ammo, while maintaining fire at Agents. TTFA-2: Why isn't the car running? TTFA-14: Engine damage? TTFA-13: Soon as they go it's practically a free shot outa here. Sure as shit don't have enough firepower. TTFA-4: Time to fix that. TTFA-4 and TTFA-5 approach two clusters of Foundation agents and hand them rifles and semi-automatic weaponry. TTFA-1: Hand those out to as many personnel as you safely can. PoI-7443-A reaches into the car for an unknown reason, however, upon several agents opening fire PoI-7443-A is struck in the arm, and is prevented from utilizing it to aim at TTFA agents. PoI-7443-A uses his arm for the remainder of the fight to lay the gun against and raise it. Gunfire continued between the PoI's and agents for 20 minutes as agents continued to fire at PoI-7443-A while approximately 24 reinforcements arrived. Foundation paramedics entered the zone to provide first-aid to injured agents, despite orders to remain back due to the risk of injury from either PoI.3 TTFA-14 would enter close in proximity to PoI-7443-A and take cover behind a cement wall that separates the bank from a nearby neighborhood. PoI-7443-A began to fire rapidly at TTFA-14, securing two shots on TTFA-14's person while TTFA-14 hit PoI-7443-A's armor three times, including one shot in an unprotected gap in his armor along his waist, prior to a successful retreat. PoI-7443-A would continue to ignore the direct hits. After 14 minutes, the O5-2 and O5-4 approved the temporary emergency deployment of some members of MTF-Alpha-1, "The Red Right Hand", in order to assist in the detainment/neutralization of the PoI's. Ground-level bodycam footage and audio | 09:39 A.M. P.D.T. PoI-7443-B leans over to the car window and begins giving covering fire as PoI-7443-A restocks their ammo. TTFA-8: Second hostile is alive and opening fire! Take cover! TTFA-2: Any of you got an idea when Alpha arrives? TTFA-1: 'Round 10 minutes. Just keep fire constant! PoI-7443-B opens a door on the side of the car that PoI-7443-A is standing beside. PoI-7443-A closes the door without entering. TTFA-2 fires a shot directly into PoI-7443-A's gun, forcing him to switch to a Type 56 Assault Rifle, which suffers numerous jams through the remainder of the incident.4 TTFA-1: Keep firing! He's probably down to his last bullets. PoI-7443-B begins driving the vehicle out of the parking lot, while PoI-7443-A utilizes it as moving cover while providing covering fire. At the time the car had two flat tires, at was moving at low speeds. TTFA-1: PoI's are on the move! Keep a safe distance. All TTFA members pursue the PoI's while maintaining safe firing distance. PoI-7443-A runs ahead to take cover behind a tractor-trailer, while PoI-7443-B drives in front of the trailer to wait for PoI-7443-A. PoI-7443-A appears to lose track of PoI-7443-B, and stays behind the trailer without knowing where PoI-7443-B is. TTFA-1: The two are separated, keep them isolated! TTFA agents split in two to attack both PoI's. TTFA-13 proceeds towards PoI-7443-B, before opening fire at the vehicle, causing PoI-7443-B to rapidly exit the location without PoI-7443-A. Agents proceed with fire at PoI-7443-A, and strike him twice in the back. One of the shots struck PoI-7443-A's subclavian artery, causing mass bleeding. TTFA-5: First hostile's almost down. Legs are uncovered, aim for- TTFA-5 is struck by PoI-7443-A in the stomach, although shortly after PoI-7443-A's Type 56 jams, at which point PoI-7443-A racks the gun repeatedly, rendering it unusable at the moment.5 PoI-7443-A drops the Type 56 and grabs a handgun while crawling under the trailer. TTFA-13: I have eyes on hostile. Gonna draw him out from there. TTFA-13 strikes PoI-7443-A a further two times, at which point he exits from under the trailer and starts slowly walking into the road while occasionally firing with the handguns. TTFA-1: All units move in! Hostile is poorly-armed and appears to be dazed. Gunfire continues until one shot strikes PoI-7443-A's hand, causing him to temporarily drop the handgun. After 14 seconds, PoI-7443-A crouches down, grabs the gun, and shoots himself in the head. Neutralizing himself. TTFA-2: Hostile is crouching. TTFA-1: Just reloading! Continue fire! Gunfire into PoI-7443-A's corpse for 43 seconds, until personnel approach PoI-7443-A's expired body and deem him dead. 6 members of MTF Alpha-1 arrived shortly following the neutralization of PoI-7443-A. All Alpha-1 members were dispatched to deal with reports in the nearby area of a third, previously unknown shooter hiding in a nearby civilian house.6 Ground-level bodycam footage and audio | 09:46 A.M. P.D.T. PoI-7443-B re-enters in proximity to PoI-7443-A's expired body. PoI-7443-B exits the vehicle and salutes PoI-7443-A's corpse prior to opening fire at nearby officers and moving back into the vehicle. TTFA-2: Second hostile spotted near first hostile's corpse! TTFA-2 and TTFA-1 open fire at PoI-7443-B. PoI-7443-B approaches a civilian truck and opens fire through the windscreen, causing numerous small cuts across the civilians person. The civilian exits the truck after activating a kill switch on the truck. PoI-7443-B does not notice, and begins to load ammunition and weapons into the truck as TTFA members approach. TTFA-8: I have a visual on hostile! Opening fire! PoI-7443-B exits the truck and seeks cover behind his original vehicle. Firing continues for 2 minutes and 30 seconds until PoI-7443-B grabs an AR-15, and continues fire. TTFA-7 is struck three times by PoI-7443-B. TTFA-2: Does anyone have a clear shot? TTFA-1: I do. After 28 seconds, TTFA-1 moves to the other side of PoI-7443-B's vehicle and hits him 3 times in the chest until PoI-7443-B returns fire. TTFA-1 takes cover under the vehicle. TTFA-2: You okay 1? TTFA-1: Affirmative. I have a visual on hostile's legs! Maintain rapid fire! TTFA agents maintain rapid fire on PoI-7443-B for 8 seconds until TTFA-1 begins fire at PoI-7443-B. PoI-7443-B notices and aims the gun down to return fire, striking TTFA-1 8 times. TTFA-1 makes several effective hits against PoI-7443-B's legs, until successfully striking his hand and forcing PoI-7443-B to drop the AR-15. PoI-7443-B raises his arms and goes on his knees in surrender, however, TTFA-1 maintains fire at PoI-7443-B for 14 seconds striking him 6 additional times in the buttocks and leg. TTFA-2: -B has surrendered! Cease fire! Cease fire! TTFA members close in on PoI-7443-B while paramedics and TTFA-2 approach TTFA-1. TTFA-1: -B's detained? TTFA-2: Yeah. How much have you been hit? TTFA-1 coughs. TTFA-1: Hell if I know. TTFA-2: Stay focused, okay? Stay awake. TTFA-1: Few hit my chest. TTFA-1 coughs blood. TTFA-1: Think they might've gone in my lungs. Paramedics escort TTFA-1 to an ambulance while driving to an emergency Foundation-medical-outpost in close proximity. Ground-level bodycam footage and audio | 10:01 A.M. P.D.T. TTFA agents approach PoI-7443-B. TTFA-13 places their gun against PoI-7443-B's head. TTFA-13: Stay the fuck down! PoI-7443-B: Kill me ya fuckin' sonsabitches! PoI-7443-B is handcuffed, and has weapons on his body removed. PoI-7443-B: Why don't you put a bullet through my head? TTFA-2 approaches PoI-7443-B. TTFA-2: Is there a third gunman? PoI-7443-B: Lean me over and- TTFA-2: Stop resisting. What is your name? PoI-7443-B: Pete. TTFA-2: Pete what? PoI-7443-B: Pete go fuck your mother. You'll all regret it when they come to bail us out. TTFA-2 reaches for a radio. TTFA-2: Hostile is detained and uncooperative. There may be a third PoI nearby, so remain on the lookout. PoI-7443-B: Coming here and invading our nation! We will make you pay for this! TTFA-2: -13, stay with me to secure the hostile. The rest of you, secure a perimeter and get civilians away. After the retrieval of TTFA-1, all paramedics and non-TTFA members were isolated from the area as it was believed there may have been the risk of a third PoI. Paramedics only began to enter the scene at 10:12 A.M. P.D.T. Foundation paramedics on scene were given an according designation of "PM-X". PM-4: Area safe yet? PM-1: Probably not. But we need to help the injured civs! PM-4: And if there's still shooters present? What happens if they shoot at us? PM-1: There most likely aren't any. PM-1 through PM-4 enter the area. PM-3: B even alive anymore? PM-2: He's just… Lying there. PM-1: Considering how much he was shot probably not. We'll keep an eye on him, but 3, 2, go to the houses to see if any civilians need help. PM-4: Then you and me? PM-1: Help anyone around here. PM-2 and PM-4 depart to nearby houses as PM-1 and PM-4 head to assist a bleeding civilian. PM-1: What's your name? Koike: James Koike. PM-1: Alright James, do you have any injuries other than the cuts on your face? Koike: Nah. Koike winces as the blood is cleaned from his face. Koike: Hurts like a bitch though. PM-4: What happened? Koike points to PoI-7443-B. Koike: That asshole. Koike points to PoI-7443-B. PoI-7443-B remains still. Koike: Was trying to steal my car then made some glass break over my face. PM-1: No other injuries? Koike shakes his head. The PM's treat Koike for his wounds over the next 254 seconds before noticing PoI-7443-B slightly moving. PM-4: B's still alive. PM-1: What? PM-4: He's moving. PM-1: Shit! Okay. James, will you be okay? Koike: Yeah. Both PM's move towards PoI-7443-B. As they approach, TTFA-2 and TTFA-13 draw their guns from their holsters. TTFA-2: What're you doing? PM-1: Moving to help B. TTFA-2: It's not safe around here. There is a high likelihood of a third PoI coming back to try to free -B. PM-4: If we don't treat B he might expire. TTFA-2: We will not risk losing manpower to save him. Especially not after they killed 1. TTFA-13: The civilian also seems to have life-threatening injuries. You should probably focus on saving him first, even after everything you already did. That's what the "P" stands for. "Protect". PM-1: And what if B bleeds out? PM-4: Is it worth it? PM-1 turns to PM-4. PM-1: What do you mean? PM-4: If we treat B and a third PoI comes out to attack us, not only do our own lives get risked but if they kill us we won't be able to treat any more civilians. TTFA-13: Look at the hostile. Do you really think you can save his life? PM-4: Is it worth potentially saving one life if we risk several more? TTFA-2: Just take the civilian and move him away from the zone. PM-1 and PM-4 take Koike and leave the area. 10:48 A.M. P.D.T PoI-7443-B coughs. PoI-7443-B: Fuck you all. TTFA-2: Keeping up the pleasantries? PoI-7443-B: The DGS'll just send more people after you. TTFA-13: What does the "DGS" even stand for? PoI-7443-B: Do-Good. TTFA-13: This is you doing good? PoI-7443-B: Anything against your group is good. We are protecting our values against your infiltration. We are fighting for our countries freedom! TTFA-2: And you're happy about all of this? PoI-7443-B: Will be for a million years. TTFA-13: What about the "S"? PoI-7443-B: Shit yourself. TTFA-13: The Do-Good, shit yourself? PoI-7443-B: Yeah. TTFA-13: C'mon, what's it actually stand for? PoI-7443-B: Society. PoI-7443-B expired at 10:51 P.M. P.D.T. from bloodloss sustained via gunshot wounds. Due to the perceived danger in the area at the time, and the corresponding testimony of all TTFA and PM personnel on-scene, it was deemed unavoidable to comply with procedure and prevent PoI-7443-B's expiration. TTFA-1's medical condition stabilized approximately 14 hours and 11 minutes later, at which point a process of recovery began. It was the only thing we could do. We all know it turned out to be false, but the risk was why we did not intervene. It was simply too high, all for a murdering gunnut who injured 41 people, Foundation or civilian. Keep in mind that prior to this event, the two PoI's had brutally murdered a civilian all for a bit of money. The world is better off without these two threatening those whom we try our hardest to serve. -Johnathan Joaquim Joaquim testifying to the O5 Council. Despite immediate search efforts conducted by Alpha-1 to find a potential third PoI, involving the commendable rapid dismantling of potential barricades established in nearby civilian homes, no third PoI was located. All properties owned by either PoI were seized and searched for SCP-7443 and possible exterior anomalous connections. Numerous illegal-weapon-manufacturing laboratories were discovered, although no anomalous material was located. The following note was discovered at PoI-7443-B's personal residence. Greetings, new allies. After concerning your application, we have decided to accept both of you into our ranks. In the box, are two suits of armor that are the best invention conceived since the creation of Lightning in a Bottle! You already are aware of what task you have been assigned to, that you have already been trained for. You will have a few days to take some time to get used to the armor given. Until then, get ready for your deed to the society. -Mary Johansson, External Affairs Division, D.G.S. In the hours prior to the seizure of further personal properties of both PoI's, civilian witnesses attested that unidentified persons were seen entering the each premises and remaining for an unspecified period of time prior to exiting while carrying cardboard boxes. Further investigation into the researchers, and the, "Do-Good Society", is ongoing. Access Armament Policy Log.04|11|1996 [LEVEL 4+ ACCESS REQUIRED] -close logs. O5 Increased Field-Unit Arms Vote O5-1: Let's keep this short. We've had quite a few meetings about what occurred in February already. Closing thoughts? O5-2: The best way to deal with a threat is not to hold back. It is to use as much as we can to neutralize it. O5-6: Why hold back? O5-3: Because it creates an unnecessary risk to the veil, missions, and informational retrieval. O5-2: I call the dozens injured a larger risk. O5-7: A risk caused by us moving experienced personnel outside of the city. O5-2: Because we have so few that well armed available! O5-1: Enough. We are not here to debate, we are here to cast our votes. O5-11: And ignore that they let a valuable asset bleed to death for nearly an hour? O5-1: We are not here to discuss that either, 11. O5-11: And so I suppose that you soon shall reward the boy whom burnt down the house with enough fire to let the village alight. YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-1 O5-3 O5-2 O5-4 O5-5 O5-7 O5-6 O5-10 O5-8 O5-11 O5-9 O5-12 O5-13 Footnotes 1. Stanford & Clarence-Picot, a civilian company owned by the Department of Finance in order to gain funding for the Foundation. 2. Temporary Task Force Agent. 3. All paramedics who displayed such behavior were formally commended for their bravery during the incident. 4. Said jams were believed to be a result of prior damage sustained to the gun, making it faulty. 5. Due to both the time necessitated to fix the jam, and the injuries PoI-7443-A had sustained at the time. 6. All reports were later confirmed to be false. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7443" by VapidPoem, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7443. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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SCP-7444 — God on Rye Written by Jack Waltz ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: SCP-7444 Level5 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo A photograph of an M-type giant star located in a distant exoplanetary system. The light emitted by the star was recorded to travel 0.8% faster than the speed of light. Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation currently has insufficient knowledge to prevent the effects of SCP-7444 and thereby return the universe to its non-anomalous state. Attempts to establish or find a new Regulator are ongoing as of April 19, 2022. Failure to do so will result in the possibility of a ZK-Class "Reality Failure" Scenario. Should it become apparent that SCP-7444 cannot be mitigated adequately, the Foundation should immediately begin preparing for a Broken Veil incident. In such an event, the secrecy of the Foundation need not be maintained. All resources necessary should be used to somehow avert the ZK-Class Scenario, or Operation LIFEBOAT is to be initiated. Description: SCP-7444 refers to a sudden anomalous phenomenon that is believed to have begun on April 19, 2022, wherein all universal scientific laws began deteriorating in their absoluteness. At the time of writing, all previously determined scientific laws have failed to adequately describe universal phenomena in 2.76% of scenarios. This percentage is noticeably rising at an alarming rate. Following an investigation, it was determined that SCP-7444's occurrence was due to the absence of a Regulator, a necessary component to carry out the appropriate tasks needed to maintain a universe in functioning, absolute order. At the current rate of deterioration, the civilian population is likely to notice the effects of the phenomenon by May of 2022. Addendum 7444.1 INVESTIGATION RECORD — 19.04.2022 Four hours after SCP-7444's effects were first noticed by the Foundation, two experienced agents and a liaison from the Department of Universal Affairs (DUA) were assigned and readied to investigate the cause of the phenomena at Location of Interest ALPHA. Their intended mission brief was to identify SCP-7444 and possibly negotiate its stabilisation. ▼ OPEN EXPEDITION TRANSCRIPT ▼ ▲ HIDE TRANSRIPT ▲ [BEGIN LOG] Schultz:. Mr. Leonardo Schultz, DUA agent. Mic check. Equipped and ready. Benjamin:. Mx. Dakota Benjamin, DUA agent. Check. Escobar:. Ms. Baylee Escobar, DUA liaison. Yes, check. Command: All right, we're going to take one last look. Two operators assist the three agents, readjusting several components of their Spatial Tethering Harness suits and reconfirming that they are fully sealed and operable. Command: All good. Get in the pod. Schultz: Aye. The three enter single-file and board the Spatial Penetration Vehicular Pod. Schultz, the last person to get in, sits up front and closes the pod's canopy. Sealing protocols activate. Command: All systems green. Boosters powering up. Launch sequence initiated. Strap yourselves in fellas, and prepare for a ride. Jumping in three, two, one. Benjamin whispers: Benjamin: Blast off. All three agents cover their eyes as a bright white light, accompanied by neon streaks, shines through the canopy. The growing g-forces, although significantly reduced by their harnesses, make this difficult and they simply resort to closing their eyes tightly as they pressed heavily against their seats. Command: Speeds increasing and closing in on the threshold, currently at 7 GV. 8 GV. 9 GV. Threshold reached! Brace! A loud pop is heard. With the barrier broken, the pod begins slowing down and the bright light is instantly replaced with a view of patterns and subtle colours from the distance. Command: All right. Status? Schultz looks behind at everybody aboard the pod. They nod. Schultz: We're good. Command: Great. You're on a nominal trajectory for LoI-ALPHA, we aren't seeing any complications ahead of you, at the moment. We're going to reactivate the boosters, and brace once more. Three, two, one. The pod significantly accelerates, speeding through space towards its target destination. Command: Note that comms may go down any moment at this point, proceed as instruc— [static] Benjamin: Heh, well, what do you know? Schultz: All right then, I'm taking the flight controls. Ben? Benjamin: Yep, void mapping. We're good, sent the coordinates to your terminal. Schultz: It's gonna be a smooth ride. There is silence for a small duration. Benjamin: So, Baylee. Escobar: Yes? Benjamin: You good? I heard it's your first time on missions like this. Escobar: Well, heh, I guess? This is definitely new to me, especially a mission like this, you know? Benjamin: Totally, I'm getting you. Escobar: Well, I was the only person available on such short notice. It's not like they could wait around for someone else, especially for this, so yeah, I guess I'm in for one experience this trip. Schultz: Well, rest assured, you could say we're a bit new to this too. Well, not exactly. Just that we haven't made much rounds there anyway. Benjamin: I just suppose it speaks to how big of a deal this place is, Level 5 classified and all that. We done this a bunch of times, yes, but honestly, not that much. Escobar: Hah, well, I guess. Escobar sighs. Benjamin: Come on, now. You don't have to talk like that, you might be on your way to a promotion after this. This mission's just giving you a boost up. Escobar laughs. Escobar: That's if it all goes as planned. Schultz: Oh, don't be pessimistic. We want this to succeed as much as you do. Benjamin: Just go with the flow, it sure can't be too bad. You've done this before, right? Escobar: Well, not too much in Universal Tongue. Benjamin: Oh. Schultz: So that's why you're nervous. Escobar: Well, yeah. Benjamin: Come one, talk to me, I'd say I'm kinda fluent. Escobar: Uh, okay, um. [speaks in UT].. Translated to: "We come in peace?" Benjamin: Simple, but perfect, but, uh, what about a more complicated sentence. Escobar: Like? Benjamin: Anything, really. Schultz: Uh, we would like to negotiate our planet's safety against several unidentified extraterrestrial threats making their way towards our star system. Benjamin: Now that's a mouthful, don't you think? Escobar: Hehe, well. [speaks in UT].. Translated to: "We would like to negotiate this planet's spark from a few threats from space making their way towards the Solar System." Benjamin: [speaks in UT].. Translated to: "Safety." You messed up a pronunciation a little. What you said meant "spark," so you gotta keep that in mind. Even a small error could change a word's meaning, a lot. Escobar: Ah, well, let's hope I don't botch this up then. Benjamin: Oh, no, you're definitely better than the average fella. Don't be discouraged! You're good! Escobar: Hah, thank you. Benjamin: No prob. Schultz: Mhm, Ben? Benjamin: Oh, ah, yep. Uh, no change in course is needed. We'll be there in, uh, well, about right now. The thrusters power down as the pod begins drifting at a steady speed towards a massive structure ahead. The structure itself appears to be a wall stretching all the way across observable space and encompassing all sides. Constructed from a metallic surface with an immediately apparent artificial design, a single opening in the wall emits a strong beam of light. The craft moves towards it. Escobar: Woah. Benjamin: The end of the universe, literally. Did they brief you on this? Escobar: No, no they didn't. Well, actually they did, but I didn't think it'd look like… this. The pod moves towards the opening and enters it before activating landing protocols. The pod is successfully docked and the canopy is opened. All three exit the vehicle. Despite the black metallic appearance on the exterior of the wall, the interior is brightly lit and the floor, walls and ceiling are purely white with no blemish. Escobar: My god, this place… Schultz: Oh, it's gigantic. Benjamin: You haven't even seen half the place. Well, neither have we. Schultz and Benjamin walk to the side of the pod and open a storage hatch, retrieving their pulse weapons and arming them. Schultz: Well, let's not gawp too much Baylee, we still got a job to do. Escobar: Oh, yeah… yeah. Let's go. The two escort Escobar further into the structure at a steady pace. They're moving towards an entrance to a larger chamber located at the end of the room. Escobar: So, this Regulator, is here? Schultz: Says it always was, that's all we know really. Benjamin: It's big. Not comparably as big as this place, but still pretty big. Escobar: I've been told it's usually very calm, uh, collected. Easy to reason with? Benjamin: Would say so. It's never had that much of a temper, as far as I remember. Escobar: Well that's good to hear. Uh, personality-wise? Been told it likes— Schultz: Flattery. Escobar: Yeah, flattery. Benjamin: Oh, man. It loves it. I mean, it took such a liking to the last guy that came here, and now they've now got probability-messing gimmicks! Nothing ever happens to him aside from promotions! I think they're pretty high up now on the ladder right now. Escobar: Huh. Schultz: It is how it is. All right then. Here we are. You ready? Escobar takes a deep breath and looks up. She looks back down and nods. Schultz nods back, and pushes the door open. Inside the new chamber, all manner of old panels, terminals, buttons, and other unknown contraptions and devices are visible. Exhaust pipes continuously release a viscous dark fluid which rises up into the room's ceiling where vents actively collect the substance. Aside from the cluttered environment, in the centre of the room is a luminescent golden liquid on the floor, spilt, smeared and splattered across the floor. Beyond the puddle is a human figure, simply wearing a red and white striped shirt and pants, cutting a hole in the wall using what appears to be a pocket knife. They fold and place the knife in their back pocket and, grunting, push the wall aside, enlarging the breach. Schultz and Benjamin take a defensive position and train their weapons on the figure while Escobar appears to be in a state of surprise and confusion seeing the figure. The figure notices, and, with a look of alarm, hesitantly lift its hands up. Schultz: [speaks in UT].. Translated to: "Identify yourself!" Unidentified: Uh… hi. The figure nervously smiles and slightly waves at the three. Schultz: I said identify yourself! Who are you? Are you human? Unidentified: I, uh, I mean I don't want to tell you my name, but, uh, I'm human. So who are you? The figure, now fully facing the three, visually appears to be a man of South Asian descent and is of slim build. The front of their clothes is wet with what appears to be the aforementioned liquid on the floor. The same substance is on their face as well, though wiped off. Benjamin: What are you doing here? How are you even here. You haven't even got a suit on. Schultz: And more importantly, where is the Regulator? Unidentified: Uh, the Regulator? I don't know what you're talking about. Schultz hesitates for a moment and looks at Benjamin, who does the same to Schultz. Benjamin: It. Unidentified: It? Oh, it… uh, yeah, um, are you, by any chance, talking about him? The figure gestures towards the puddle on the floor. After a pause, an expression of shock appears on both agents' faces. The figure nervously chuckles. Schultz: You-you— Escobar: You're saying that you killed God? Unidentified: Well, I… I suppose so? There is silence for a moment. Unidentified: Aren't you guys, human too? How are you here? Schultz: We're asking that from— Schultz looks towards Escobar. Escobar: But why? Unidentified: What do you mean, "why?" Escobar: Why did you… kill… God? Unidentified: Oh, uh, well, that's the only way I could get out of this place? Escobar: This place? Unidentified: Yeah, here, this place, this universe. Escobar: And you killed God, to do it? Unidentified: Uh, yeah… Escobar: But, does that make you, God? Unidentified: I… don't know about that, actually. Escobar: But you killed it, right? That… puts you up on the top… and, well, we at least need you to take up its spot, for the benefit of everyone, this entire universe even. Unidentified: Oh, uh, sorry. I'm not, like, quite into this "God" business. Real sorry. Like, I've watched him for a while, doing his thing, I don't know something like paperwork. But, yeah, I honestly can't say I feel like I'd enjoy it. Besides, I have my own thing to be doing. Escobar: Ah, I see, well, all right. That's okay, but, could you at least tell me how you managed to… do it? Unidentified: What do you mean? Escobar gestures towards the puddle. Unidentified: Oh, well, I just did something that came to mind, you know. Like, nothing that special. But, you know, I always figured that God would have tasted better? There is a moment of silence. The figure subtly licks their lips. Unidentified: Well, then, uh, got to go! Escobar: No, wait— Schultz fires at the figure, however, they duck, causing the projectile to pass over their head, hitting the wall next to the breach. The wall is partially deformed from the impact. The figure runs towards the breach and jumps out into trans-universal space. Escobar runs towards the hole and peers outwards. Escobar: Shit. [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7444" by Jack Waltz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7444. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Name: star.png Author: Chris Laurel License: GNU General Public License Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-7445 — Saluting Jack Written by Roundabouts. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} BY ORDER OF PROVISIONAL SITE-358's ADMINISTRATION The following file concerns an anomaly that is currently under investigation. Documentation may be inaccurate. SCP-7445 Item#: SCP-7445 Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Fig 1.1 — Tunturi in Savukoski, circa 1971. Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-7445 was recently discovered and little is known about the anomaly's nature, behavior and properties, a proper set of containment procedures cannot be established yet. Provisional Area-358 has been established in order to properly investigate the anomaly and have better access to LoI-NW/107. Fig 1.2 — LoI-NW/107, circa 1971. Description: SCP-7445 denotes an anomaly located beneath LoI-NW/107 ("Palavataivas Observatorio"), an observatory located in Savukoski, Finland. The only way to reach the anomaly is believed to be through the observatory's southernmost compartment, which leads to SCP-7445 through a steep spiral stairway. Additionally, a golden placard reading the words "Кëцka-1; Апрель 1959"1 can be seen on SCP-7445's door. SCP-7445's only anomalous property consists of its inaccessibility. Out of all the 19 attempts carried out by Foundation personnel in order to try and breach SCP-7445's entrance, none have proven successful. As such, SCP-7445's contents are currently unknown. SCP-7445 was originally discovered by Provisional Area-358's Communications Department following the interception of a report detailing the discovery of a previously unknown room within LoI-NW/107, although no researchers could enter it. No blueprints of the observatory included SCP-7445. Addendum 7445-1: CONTAINMENT LOG — 19.02.19712 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ SCP-7445 was originally contained by the SCP Foundation on the morning of February 19th, 1971, following the anomaly's discovery. As SCP-7445 was occupied and heavily guarded by members of GoI-358 ("The Abnormal Interactions Command"), a field agent ("Operative бáвиерa / Bávyera") was dispatched to terminate the station's occupiers. DATE: 19/2/1971 FIRE TEAM: Dispatchment-A34/Bávyera.3 FOREWORD: Agent BV34 was armed with 3 AM-B2s to mass amnesticize station personnel clustered in single rooms; 10 ST/Class-A amnestic syringes to individually administer to separate and isolated personnel; and a silenced Makarov PM to terminate any necessary personnel. Agent BV34's primary objective was to amnesticize all of the station's personnel and contain them within a single room for later termination or extraction by MTF Samekh-358 ("Stuck in the Sauna"). The following log details the mission, as successfully performed by Agent BV34 and commanded by Dr. Ilya Námachov. The following log has been translated from Russian, respectively. [BEGIN LOG] (Footage begins recording. BV34's body camera pans up to record the entrance to the Palavataivas Observatory. It's nighttime outside and BV34 is wearing a flashlight.) BV34: Námachov. Command: BV34. (BV34 raises his flashlight and his gun, and slowly walks towards one of the station's walls.) BV34: What's the current demographic status of the base? (Rustling paper can be heard over the radio, followed by a short pause.) Command: Base is currently at 11 personnel. Activities are unknown; all comms are heavily restricted and protected as to avoid interceptions. BV34: Roger that. What should I do, Command? (Wind resonates across the radio, partially lowering Námachov's volume.) Command: Proceed to the closest entrance. If possible, try and breach any of the station's secondary access points. BV34: There's only one entrance. (Silence.) Command: …Right. Breach the entrance, then. And try not to make any noise. BV34: Got that. (BV34 crouches and slowly closes up to the station's door. The wind begins to strengthen as BV34 sticks to the facility's door.) BV34: Námachov, I can hear one… No, two people walking along the entrance's hallway. (Silence.) BV34: They're walking from one point to another; side-to-side. Command: I gave you a pocket arsenal, Bávyera. You don't need to tell me everything that is going on. BV34: Right, right. (Silence.) BV34: One… BV34: Two… BV34: Three… (Short pause. BV34 kicks the door wide open, and bursts into the hallway. Just as soon as he breaches onto the hall, he grabs a guard by the chest and stabs a syringe into his neck before knocking his rifle to the floor.) (Another guard, situated at the end of the hallway, raises his own rifle and aims at BV34, who quickly pushes the injected guard aside and pulls out his Makarov. He throws himself to the floor and slides forward before aiming his gun up at the guard, and shooting him in the chest twice.) (As the guard's chest bleeds a pair of bloodstreams, he screams and frantically shoots at the floor in an attempt to take down BV34. The agent quickly stands up and chokes the guard against the wall before stabbing another syringe onto his neck. The first guard stands up from the floor, picking up his rifle, and clumsily aims at BV34.) BV34: Fuck. (The guard tries firing at the operative twice. BV34 shoots him in the leg, making him stumble onto the floor before dropping his rifle. As the amnestics' effects begin kicking in, the guard falls limp.) BV34: Námachov, there were two guards at the en- Command: No need to tell, operative. I've heard the whole thing. BV34: Okay, both of them are down and limp. One of them's got a pair of shots in the chest, though. Command: The only thing that matters right now is that they're both down. If one of them dies, that's not our concern. BV34: Understood. I'm proceeding to the next room. (Rustling paper can be heard from Command's radio.) Command: Alright. If you pop in one or two B2s, please close all entrances and squeeze out of the room just as soon as the smoke expands. Also, please remember that I'm not your daddy. BV34: Mhm. (Silence.) BV34: It's infested with SACKs. The Directorate's not gonna like this. Command: It's okay. I'll deal with it as soon as the mission's done. (Short pause.) BV34: Okay. I'm going in. (BV34 knocks the door open. Six researchers wearing white lab coats and ushankas are playing a card game and smoking cigars in one of the room's two tables. Just as soon as BV34 enters the room, the researchers notice him and stop playing.) (BV34 opens an AM-B2 smoke bomb and tosses it at the group, which quickly throws the table forward, breaking it. While a pair of researchers take cover behind the broken table, the rest pull out Glock 17 guns and try shooting at the operative, who throws the other table forward and takes cover.) (Two researchers quickly approach BV34's knocked table and take cover on the other side while the bomb quickly begins expelling amnestic gas at the end of the room.) BV34: Shit. Command, they're all armed. Or at least most of them. Command: Don't be shy to use what you have. (Silence. A few seconds later, two thumps are heard.) BV34: Right. Two are down. I'll throw another one to fasten it up. Command: Understood. Take cover once you do so. (Short pause.) (BV34 quickly stands up and runs to the door behind him, dodging the quick gunfire as another pair of researchers falls asleep. He opens another bomb, and tosses it across the room before hiding behind the door. The remaining researchers charge towards the door he's locked himself behind, and aggressively try to open it.) (As BV34 keeps pulling the door back, one of the researchers shoots the operative, hitting him in his right calf.) (BV34 screams in pain. After a few seconds of pulling back, the operative kicks the door wide open, pushing the researchers onto the floor. Following this, he stabs one of them in the neck with a syringe before shooting the other in the head. The first researcher tries to stand up, but BV34 pushes the syringe further in before retrieving it.) (The second researcher falls asleep, limp. BV34 stands up and covers his mouth and nose with a piece of cloth lying next to the dead researcher.) BV34: They outdid my day again, huh? (Silence.) Command: Well, you outdid 8 people already. Wait, no. 6 people. BV34: Uh huh. If I were you, I'd begin detaching the whole team. My job's almost done here. Command: They're on their way already. ETA is 2 minutes or so. (Silence. BV34 takes the dead researcher's glock and keeps it in his pocket.) BV34: Right, good. I'm heading for the target. Command: Take care. (BV34 nods. Then, he leaves by the door he previously locked himself behind.) (The hallway connecting to SCP-7445's stairway is heavily secluded and a pair of security cameras point at BV34. At the end of the hallway, a vault door can be seen.) BV34: There's, uh… Surveillance cameras in here. Command: Take your badges off. We don't want to get in a mess with these guys. Their task forces are damn tough. BV34: The badges are under my gear. Command: Okay, hm. (Silence.) Command: I guess you could just w- (Námachov is interrupted as BV34 fires at the security cameras, striking them in the lens. Following that, he begins walking forward.) Command: Right. Guess that works too. BV34: The building is clear, by the way. Just in case the boys are coming in. (BV34 kicks down the door in front of him and proceeds the stairway leading to SCP-7445. The stairway is completely dark, in comparison to the remainder of the building. He turns on his flashlight, and proceeds forward.) BV34: Also tell the boys to bring flares. This place is dark. Command: Noted. (BV34 descends to the bottom of the stairway with caution, which seems to be full of cobwebs and dust. Once he reaches the bottom, he crouches under the spiral staircase, and turns off his flashlight.) Command: There's 3 more of them. You may want to take care of them before they ask for an E11 unit. BV34: Shut up for a second. (Silence.) (A few seconds later, BV34 kicks the floor with his heels. Suddenly, three red lights emanate from the end of yet another hallway, and begin looking around.) BV34: Huh. This one's tough. (BV34 turns his flashlight on before firing at the guard's NVDs4 in the distance. As the goggles crack into glass shards, the guard frantically charges towards BV34, resisting the fired shots. The operative dodges the charging guard, and chokes him by the back.) (Just as soon as BV34 is about to administer a syringe to the guard, the latter defends himself by aggressively kicking the operative's liver with his left elbow. BV34 releases the guard and falls onto the floor, damaged.) Command: Agent? BV34: SILENC- (BV34 is grabbed by the neck, lifted above, then thrown to the floor. A crack is heard as the guard removes his helmet, and smashes it against the operative's head.) (Just as the guard lifts his helmet to smash it onto the agent once again, BV34 raises himself and stabs the syringe onto one of the aggressor's eyes, who recoils and whines in pain. BV34 pulls out his Glock and fires at the guard's head thrice, terminating him. The latter's corpse thumps onto the floor.) BV34: Piece of shit. (The agent slowly stands up. His right leg has been broken.) BV34: Command. ETA? Command: They should already be there. What's your status? BV34: One of my legs is mangled and my head is spilling brains like the damned Kolimá. Command: You're being retrieved soon enough. I'll let the rest do the dirty work, then. (BV34 chuckles.) BV34: Well done. Fuck them SACKs. Fuck them as hard as you can. Command: Will do. Is the Kyótska there? BV34: No idea. I'm bleeding beneath the staircase and I can barely move. (Rustling paper and static can be heard over the radio.) Command: Okay. Sit down and wait for the guys to take you back. Great job, agent. You can turn your cam off now. BV34: Thank you, Námachov. Command: No problem. (As the recovery team is heard descending the stairway, BV34 turns his body camera off, and the feed is cut.) [END LOG] Following the arrival of the recovery team, Agent Bávyera was transported to Provisional Area-358 and his wounds were adequately treated. His right femur and tibia were found to suffer from minor injuries, and a bullet was extracted from his right calf. Additionally, a fracture had opened on his left temple, requiring surgery in order to be treated. Because of this, the agent was officially discharged until he fully recovered from his wounds. All amnesticized personnel were extracted from the base and moved to Provisional Area-358, where each of them were administered a large dose of Class-B amnestics and discharged from their prior positions. The remaining pair of personnel was found to be outside the base, performing tests on the area's permafrost and soil. They were promptly amnesticized by the recovery team before they returned to the base. LoI-NW/107 was successfully seized and a group of Foundation researchers was established in the base in order to contain SCP-7445. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 7445-2: INCIDENT LOG — 07.03.19715 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ On the morning of March 7th, 1971, 15 days following the containment of SCP-7445, several squads of the Global Occult Coalition were spotted patrolling through the streets of Savukoski, Savukoski Municipality, carrying heavy weaponry and explosive materials. All of the GOC officers were dressed as members of the local authorities and the Abnormal Interactions Command. Fig 3.1 — Savukoski, Finland, circa 1968. At about 0640 hours, GMT+1, all GOC operatives stationed themselves in front of the Savukoski Town Hall, and breached its entrance using battering rams and siege engines. Following this, the operatives stormed the site and all civilians were held at gunpoint under the guise of a national scale drug investigation being performed. After breaching onto the observatory's basement, the operatives found a vault door that led to Provisional Area-358, located beneath the STH. The vault was breached using rams, as it required a password in order to be opened. Following this, several groups of operatives stormed the facility beneath. As the raid continued, a group of GOC operatives proceeded to cut the power supply, and the facility went pitchblack. An evacuation protocol was initiated by the Site's personnel, and a Site-wide breach was announced to the remainder of the Foundation. Local security was heavily affected by the power cutoff, as the lack of power resulted in MTF responses being delayed. Additionally, the MTFs were not prepared to respond to such an incident. Later during the incident, the Foundation personnel began evacuating through an emergency tunnel that would lead them to the Savukoski helipad, where they would be transported to the city of Rovaniemi until Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") security teams could properly deal with the breach. As the breach went on, however, Foundation helicopters stationed at R3C Halcyon-36 were simultaneously hijacked by another group of assailants that damaged the helicopters' engines. The camp was later declared as lost, as the assailants had destroyed all of the Foundation's properties and captured all personnel. As such, no evacuation routes were considered plausible at the time, requiring personnel to take alternatives and improvise. Fig 3.2 — Palavataivas Observatorio, Savukoski, circa 1970. As the GOC squads began wreaking havoc across the site, destroying large amounts of materials, seizing multiple anomalies and capturing as much personnel as possible, a series of operatives proceeded to leave the site and admonish all individuals wearing white coats and ushankas. This hindered the personnel's attempts to escape through the assigned evacuation routes, as a large amount of civilians joined the cause and helped the squads chasing the persecuted. Notably, the admonition was first transmitted in Russian, but later in Finnish. In total, only 3 of the 47 researchers stationed at Provisional Site-358 managed to escape. The rest were abducted by the intruders, and extracted from Savukoski towards an unknown location. None of the escapees managed to retain any information about the incident, as their objectives were solely focused on escaping the Site safe and sound. Provisional Site-358 was successfully recovered by a platoon of Foundation soldiers on that same day, and as of March 8th, 1971, the Site is officially secure. ▷CLOSE◁ — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — «NOTICE FROM THE RECORDKEEPING AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION» — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — The previous file has been heavily modified by an unidentified intruder. Any contents included in this archive are to be disregarded immediately and all Foundation personnel assigned to Provisional Site-358 and the SCP-7445 containment project are to read the following addendum. A recreation of the SCP-7445 file is currently being carried out by RAISA technicians and, as such, all research and containment projects in relation to the anomaly have been halted. Please stand by while the issue is being fixed. — RAISA Technician Kekko Markkinen Addendum 7445-3: DIRECTORY CHANGELOG — 15.03.19717 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ On March 13th, 1971, a pair of squads pertaining to MTF Samekh-358 ("Stuck in the Sauna") and MTF Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") carrying anomalous weaponry and specialized gear breached an occupied Provisional Site-358 through the facility's evacuation system, attacking the Site at an unexpected time. In a matter of 12 minutes, all access routes for the Site were completely blocked, and the Site's occupiers were terminated without any Foundation casualties. Despite the large amount of occupiers shown in Addendum 7445.2, there were only 7 intruders inside the facility at the time of its recovery. None of them carried any GOC identifiers, or any sort of identifying material for that matter. Following the recovery of Provisional Site-358, it was revealed that all terminals containing remote SCP files were hijacked and locked under a new password. However, the encrypting was noted to be weak and easy to crack, leading to the swift recovery of the terminals by Foundation technicians. Notably, among the 34 files contained within the remote terminals, only 3 were edited by the intruders described in Addendum 7445-2: The SCP-7445 document; A file containing information on Incident-████/1, an event that took place in November 1959 in the town of Kolari, Finland, and involved information regarding an anomaly under the GRU-P Division's jurisdiction; And a dossier containing notorious information about LoI-NW/107, which was heavily guarded by Foundation personnel until a raid occurred on March 5th, 1971, and terminated all of the Foundation's activities within SCP-7445 and the observatory.8 The second and third files were completely devoid of contents following their recovery by the technicians, and all attempts to perform a backup or a recovery of their previous contents were met with failure. SCP-7445's file, however, was heavily edited to: Contain an incomplete and shortened version of the original file;9 Include a video log of LoI-NW/107's siege by a russophone intruder;10 And include a summary of Provisional Site-358's seizure by several squads of intruders.11 Following a complete analysis of the situation by RAISA Technician Kekko Markkinen, a series of inconsistencies and errata were discovered in the newly-edited SCP-7445 file. The following is a list of said incongruences: I. Although Provisional Site-358 was cited by its correct designation in the notice at the beginning of the new SCP-7445 file, the facility is cited as "Provisional Area-358" throughout the remainder of the document. II. SCP-7445 had been under the Foundation's jurisdiction and containment since 1968, and as the anomaly was categorized as a Safe-Class object, a set of established containment procedures was already in place until LoI-NW/107 was sieged. SCP-7445's discovery, as such, is not recent. III. SCP-7445's properties were known to the Foundation, and the anomaly was completely accessible. Most information included in the new file was falsified by the assailants. IV. There is no Communications Department at Provisional Site-358, as the Site's only purpose is to monitor extraterrestrial, astronomical and astrophysical anomalies; and contains anomalous instruments that may relate to said fields. V. The Global Occult Coalition has denied any involvement in the siege described in Addendum 7445.2. Additionally, the GOC has denied having any involvement in Savukoski as a whole. VI. There are no records of Soviet researchers being stationed at Provisional Site-358, with the entirety of the site being comprised by personnel of Finnish nationality and descent. As such, the individual known as Dr. Ilya Námachov is either an intruder pertaining to another organization, or doesn't exist. Since the original SCP-7445 file was deleted along with all of its addenda and contents, a new recontainment operation needs to be carried out in order to recreate the old document. Excavation and extraction of SCP-7445 will begin on March 18th, 1971 in order to transport the anomaly to Provisional Site-358. As a result of the recent raid on Provisional Site-358, the O5 Council has performed an unanimous vote, and officially declared that the facility will be moved to the municipality of Riihimäki along with SCP-7445 in order to avoid further breaches. ▷CLOSE◁ Footnotes 1. "Kyotska-1; April 1959" 2. Uploaded onto DIRECTORY_7445/2 on March 7th, 1991 by Dr. Ilya Námachov. 3. Henceforth referred to as Agent BV34 or, by antonomasia, BV34. 4. Night-vision devices. 5. Uploaded onto DIRECTORY_7445/2 on March 7th, 1971 by Dr. Ilya Námachov. 6. Rapid Response Remote Camps are operated in remote areas to aid evacuating Foundation personnel during breaches and raids. The majority of the Foundation's R3Cs are located across the Arctic Circle, the Himalayas, and the Antarctic Circle. 7. Uploaded onto DIRECTORY_7445/2 on March 15th, 1971 by Tchn. Kekko Markkinen. 8. Addendum 7445.1. 9. Current iteration. 10. Addendum 7445.1. 11. Addendum 7445.2.
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Item#: 7447 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7447 is to be on suicide watch 24/7. Through observation of the anomaly's behaviour and his reaction to certain tests, it is not possible to kill SCP-7447 or cause permanent damage to the subject. An on-site Rapid Reconstruction team should be ready to be activated in case of a destructive SCP-7447 event for short notice re-containment. The present containment procedures are currently not a feasible or cost-effective way to contain SCP-7447. SCP-7447 is currently contained of his own volition. Due to the unpredictability of the anomaly's circumstances at any given moment, containment should instead focus on persuading SCP-7447 to remain in containment, as this appears to be the most effective method of containment thus far. SCP-7447 shortly before both he and the photographer were hit in the head with solid gold bars. Description: SCP-7447 is a 36-year-old man, of average build, named Raymond McConnell. He displays no anomalous properties himself, rather, surrounding SCP-7447 is what researchers dub a "Probability Inversion and Fluctuation Field" in which events that are normally unlikely to occur become likely to occur within the field. These events are either extremely destructive to the environment around or to SCP-7447 himself, or extremely beneficial to SCP-7447 in various ways. It is noted that a beneficial event will always precede a destructive event with the degree of benefit normally corresponding to the degree of destruction and vice versa. While SCP-7447 may be harmed during these events, the damage is never fatal even in the most extreme events. To this day, he has never failed to make a full recovery from all injuries sustained through non-anomalous means. Addendum.7447.1: Discovery SCP-7447 was brought to the Foundation's attention when locals in ███████ Tennessee reported a man who had won the lottery 3 times in 2 months, after which he was then placed on the potential reality bender watch list. He was placed into Foundation custody1 after he was observed to slip on a banana peel, causing him to fall next to a $100 bill, after which the bill was struck by lightning while leaving SCP-7447 unharmed. Amnestics were deemed unnecessary due to the nature of the event and the lack of harm to nearby civilians. Addendum.7447.2: Interview Log AUDIO LOG DATE: 17/05/2021 INTERVIEWER: Dr. Edward Poh SUBJECT: SCP-7447 »BEGIN LOG« Dr. Poh: Good morning Mr. McConnell. How are you doing this morning? I bet the incident earlier probably gave you a scare, so I got us some coffee to make you feel more comfortable. SCP-7447: Mhmm yeah I guess so. Dr. Poh: Okay…(pauses to write notes) so it seems you're not too bothered by almost getting struck by lightning today. SCP-7447: Yeah, it tends to happen. Dr. Poh: Interesting, interesting. Has this been happening for a while now? Could you pinpoint when exactly all of these extreme circumstances started occurring? SCP-7447: (sigh)… 13th February. Dr. Poh: Hmm that's quite specific, do you happen to know how you developed your current condition? Did anything unusual happen around that ti- SCP-7447: I had sex with Lady Luck. Dr. Poh: Excuse me? SCP-7447: We'd been together for around a year before that point and she was the sweetest lady- no, the sweetest person I've ever met (sniffs). Dr. Poh: Okay… were you aware that- SCP-7447: Do you know what I am? Dr. Poh appears distressed Dr. Poh gestures toward the security guards Dr. Poh: I-I'm not really sure what you are referring to no. SCP-7447: I'm past my thirties, the only thing further behind me than the American dream is my goddamn hairline, and she still saw something in me and at that moment we met in the bar we just started talking and oh my lord I was on cloud nine son. I really thought I would never find love again but holy cow whenever I was with her and… and I don't know how to say it. SCP-7447 puts his hand on his forehead and looks down at the table Dr. Poh: I see. Dr. Poh gestures toward the security guards again Dr. Poh: Did she reveal to you her… true nature at some point? SCP-7447: I guess so but it ain't matter to me. We've been together until that day we made love and she just disappeared. I tried looking for her but now I'm scared to go walk down the street. I could leave my house and an anvil falls and breaks my foot - it's horrible. I've tried to kill myself but it never works! The rope will snap, the shotgun shell happens to be broke or the building I try to jump off is beside a goddamn bouncy castle. Oh my, I'm sorry for all this I really am. It just… (sighs) kinda crushes your soul to second guess everything you do. Several seconds of silence Dr. Poh (clears Throat) I see how that would trouble you. But we digress, do you have any control over the phenomena you experience in any way? SCP-7447: Ummm… not really but maybe a little bit — let me try something. SCP-7447 takes the two cups of coffee and pours them onto the table. The liquid in Dr. Poh's cup melts through the table2 while the liquid in SCP-7447's cup spills out as normal.3 Dr. Poh jumps away from the table in shock Dr. Poh: Jesus! SCP-7447: Yeah this happens often. SCP-7447 is moved to a different room where the interview continues. Dr. Poh: Apologies for the interruption. How about this, the organisation I'm a part of specialises in studying phenomena such as the one you are experiencing I believe we can help each other if you stay with us. SCP-7447: Mmm… I guess that's okay doc… Dr. Poh: Excellent! That concludes our interview and I'll be seeing you very soon. »END LOG« Researcher's Note: The subject seems to be less concerned about his well-being and more so with finding this "Lady Luck" character.4 Whether this is due to his goal outweighing his fear in this circumstance or if he knows he won't be killed for some reason is unknown. His nonchalant attitude to life-threatening, near-miss scenarios suggests the latter. That being said, given SCP-7447's mental state, I recommend psychological counseling for him before he does anything to endanger the site or the personnel. Addendum.7447.3: Test Log TEST/EVENT5 RESULT NOTES SCP-7447 rolls 2 twenty-sided dice The first dice rolled "1" while the other dice rolled "21". The second die was not altered by any means and was later found to have a misprint, where the "12" side was printed backward. Routine Full Body Scan SCP-7447 was shown to have multiple tumors in differing stages of cancer development and metastasis. However, SCP-7447's blood was shown to have multiple rare viruses which have the specific envelope protein such that it only infects the cancer cells. The subject's body is in perfect equilibrium as new cancer growths are appearing as quickly as the viruses destroy them. The tumors also seem to be destroyed before they can cause significant damage to SCP-7447's body. SCP-7447 throws darts at a standard dartboard from a distance of 2.37m, blindfolded The first dart lands on the center of the target. The second dart strikes the concrete wall. Unbeknownst to the researchers or the subject, a gas leak occurred in the testing chamber. The metal dart striking the concrete wall created a spark that caused a small explosion, setting SCP-7447's clothes on fire. The sprinkler system was activated to put out the fire but removed the subject's clothes, which had disintegrated. SCP-7447 only suffered minor 1st-degree burns. SCP-7447 attempts to wash his hands A small Australian Box Jellyfish drops through the faucet and onto SCP-7447's hand, stinging him. While there was no medication or antivenom immediately available to treat the sting, an instance of SCP-████ was held in a neighbouring containment cell. SCP-████'s fecal matter was shown to remove the effects of a Box Jellyfish sting if consumed. The actions done by the researchers and guards during this incident are undergoing Ethics Committee Review. SCP-7447 plays a 20-turn game of Mario Party™ Superstars for the Nintendo Switch with 3 other D-class personnel [REDACTED] An unacceptable loss of life, foundation resources, and a severe underestimation of the subject's capabilities. SCP-7447 abstaining from food for 1 week6 A trolley of ingredients from the cafeteria crashes through the observation window. The ingredients then mix together mid-air and land on the table creating Fettuccine Alfredo by pure chance. SCP-7447 hesitates and appears distressed before taking a bite, exclaiming "Fuck, it's delicious" before punching the wall, crying, and eating through half of the food on the plate before collapsing due to an Anaphylactic shock as the dish contained peanuts. SCP-7447 is currently in a coma due to the allergic reaction.7 While the subject is unconscious, the anomalous effects are still very much active as staff have been slipping on banana peels and finding valuable items while performing routine checkups on SCP-7447. This could be studied further. ADDENDUM.7447.4-7: LAXMI ENGINE PROJECT + Addendum.7447.8: Interview Log II - Addendum.7447.8: Interview Log II AUDIO LOG DATE: 20/09/2021 INTERVIEWER: Dr. Edward Poh SUBJECT: SCP-7447 FOREWORD: Two days after Incident-7447-A, SCP-7447 was taken for questioning. It is noted that SCP-7447 was previously in a comatose state for 12 days. Despite this, the subject has fully recovered after two days of rest and proper nutrition. Dr. Poh was chosen for this interview as he had conducted the initial recovery interview and served as the subject's therapist for an extended period of time. »BEGIN LOG« Dr. Poh: Hello Raymond. How are we feeling? SCP-7447: Hey doc, I'm alright. At least I think so. Dr. Poh: You know it is quite miraculous that you recovered from that coma right? SCP-7447: I guess it was pretty lucky. (short chuckle) Dr. Poh: (short chuckle) It's great to see you joking more. It's a sign of your personal progress. SCP-7447: I guess it is. You know the talks we've been having have been real nice. All them tests have been distracting me and letting me think about what's been happening. Y'know doc I had a weird dream a while ago. Dr. Poh: Really? Do share your experience. I think it gives good feedback into what you're thinking.8 SCP-7447: Well it's kinda strange. Okay, well I saw her and she was there but it wasn't really her or it was? I really got no clue. At least I got to see her again that was good. I think I start getting killed but then I see her again and she tells me to go? Dr. Poh: You sound a bit hazy on the details but that's normal for dreams. SCP-7447: I recall seeing her a little sad but I felt a real sad too. Dr. Poh: I'm sorry to hear that Raymond. SCP-7447: Hey Doc. Short silence SCP-7447: I still miss her. Dr. Poh: That's completely normal. Before my role in the Foundation, I had a short stint in a regular therapy clinic. I met a lot of post-divorce patients during my time there. Messy relationships tend to leave a lot of baggage for a lot of people. SCP-7447: You think it wasn't meant to be? Dr. Poh: W-well I didn't say that. In fact from your stories, it seems the relationship was going pretty well. SCP-7447: Huh. Yeah, I suppose so. You know I've been thinking about why she left and I'm not sure how I can get an answer and I don't really know what I'm doing here. Dr. Poh: I suppose so too. Anyways, I should get onto the questions and not take up too much of your day. SCP-7447: Do you think she's still out there doc? Dr. Poh: Hmm? Oh most likely. If she truly is Lady Luck then those kinds of deities live very long and considering your unique anomalies I suspect she's a deity of some kind. SCP-7447: So she's really out there? Dr. Poh: Probably. Anyways I have some questions for- SCP-7447: Doc. Dr. Poh: Yes Raymond? SCP-7447: Is it me? The reason she left… Do you think it's me? Dr. Poh: Of course not! From our conversations, you seem like a pleasant person to be around, and from the way you talk about POI- um how you talk about her tells me that you really do love her. There is really no way of knowing why, save for asking her yourself. SCP-7447: (muttering) Ask her myself…? Dr. Poh: Can I share for a while, Raymond? SCP-7447: (Looks up) Hm, oh yeah, go ahead. Dr. Poh: Before Uni I really liked thinking about how people think and helping people out with their issues and making them feel better just really appealed to me. But in my second semester (scoffs) I was really in a terrible mindset and I almost quit part way. After that, I thought about the passion I had before I got into all of the nitty-gritty of studying and remembered what I loved to do, and just pushed forward. SCP-7447: Huh. That's an interesting story doc. Dr. Poh: The point I'm trying to make is that we here in the Foundation can help you, if we just keep on the track we laid out. Dr. Poh: Well, once again I digress. I have a few more questions to ask yo- SCP-7447 stands up and begins shaking Dr. Poh's hands SCP-7447: Thank you so much doc. I mean it. Dr. Poh: I-uh no worries? May I ask what this is about? SCP-7447: I'm going to go find her. Dr. Poh: Pardon? SCP-7447: The only way I'm gonna know for sure is if I go find her and ask! Dr. Poh: Right. Okay. Um. Okay, Raymond, I need you to calm down and think about this. SCP-7447: Oh don't worry I had a lot of time to think during all the tests and talks doc. It's like you said, I gotta remember what I love and push forward! Dr. Poh: No that's not what I mean, or the point of the story (nervous chuckle), how do you even know how to get out of the site- Multiple small meteorites suddenly collide with the site at that moment, causing multiple containment breaches and the destruction of the wall of the interrogation room SCP-7447: I guess that's my cue to leave doc. Might see you again, who knows? Here I come, Lucy! SCP-7447 turns to leave through the destroyed wall Dr. Poh: Raymond wait! Dr. Poh slips on a banana peel SCP-7447 walks out of the site. As security personnel were occupied handling the other containment breaches, he was able to exit the site without issue SCP-7447 looks at the sunset SCP-7447: (takes a deep breath) Hot damn. Now wasn't this a random day? »END LOG« - Addendum.7447.8: Interview Log II Footnotes 1. See addendum.7447.2 2. Security footage showed Assistant Gabris accessing SCP-294 where he entered "Acid that looks and smells like coffee". Later investigation found that he was an undercover member of The Chaos Insurgency. 3. This was found to be high-quality cold brew coffee taken from Dr. Adams' Flask. I should not need to remind my fellow researchers that it is rude to take homemade food from another researcher without asking. -Dr. Adams 4. Hereby referred to as POI-777 5. While some results listed were a result of intentional tests, others are events that occurred outside of testing which was noted down to show examples of SCP-7447's anomalous properties 6. This was a presumed suicide attempt where SCP-7447 had been disposing of his food in the toilet without the guards knowing 7. I sent a sample of the dish to Caretaker Tim Hyne and we both agreed it tasted amazing. Look forward to lunch at the site cafeteria on Thursday 8. Dr. Poh has already been briefed on incident 7447-A. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7447" by J T K C, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7447. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: Luxmi_engine.jpg Name: Space Simulation Chamber Prepared for Testing Webb Telescope Author: NASA Goddard Space Flight Center License: CC-BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: SCP-7447New.jpg Name: Man on the Bench Author: Jaroslav A. Polák License: CC0 1.0 Source Link: Flickr
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SCP-7448
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Rab333 it's cold out here. Also, more stuff by me! Item#: 7448 Level4 Containment Class: efla Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Cluster of SCP-7448 cells. Special Containment Procedures: Twelve vials containing dormant SCP-7448 mutagenic cell compounds are flash frozen and stored in Site-23, with periodic checks to monitor, and if needed, restore cohesion to the aforementioned compounds. Documentation on the full process regarding the creation of the compound is available in extant documentation SCP-7448-3G8fD11. Description: SCP-7448 is a parabiological compound created in a joint effort led by the Department of Epidemiology and Microbiology in an attempt at facilitating near-unlimited regenerative capabilities in an affected individual. SCP-7448 was created by injecting a batch of pluripotent stem cells with CNSS2 paradrugs, Plerixaflor, and micro Hume RABs3 in order to induce near instantaneous cellular regeneration. Due to an as of then unknown conflict between the mixture of substances and the way RABs affect the human body, all of the test trial subjects have either expired or became nigh-indistinguishable from an expired state. Because of this, test trials for SCP-7448 have been stopped indefinitely, with the remaining vials being stored for archival purposes. Documentation regarding the trials centered around SCP-7448 can be found below. Addendum 7448.1 ARCHIVED TRIALS Test #1 Subject: D-39481 Procedure: Subject was administered a small (20ml) dose of SCP-7448, sedatives, and had a small incision made on their left forearm. Results: Wound healed during the course of a few seconds, with minimal side effects occurring. Samples of new skin and fleshy tissue revealed genetic makeup to be slightly different compared to the original cellular makeup of D-39481, possessing similarities to Pan troglodytes4 genes. Additional Notes: N/A Test #2 Subject: D-39481 Procedure: Subject was sedated, and had their left index finger amputated. Results: Finger grew back after a few seconds in a decayed state, displaying acute signs of Brachydactyly. Structural analysis of new finger revealed small similarities in structure to other primates closely related to the Homo Sapiens species. Additional Notes: N/A Test #3 Subject: D-39481 Procedure: Subject was sedated, then had their left arm amputated. Results: The arm of D-39481 failed to regenerate properly, forming a vestigial fleshy stump in its place. Subject, despite heavy sedative dosage, complained about severe pain even after the procedure. Additional Notes: Bigger dosage of SCP-7448 should be administered following this test. Test #4 Subject: D-20021 Procedure: Subject was administered full-body anesthesia, and had the right kidney amputated. Upon waking up, subject was administered a 75ml dose of SCP-7448. Results: Shortly after administration, D-20021 experienced partial reformation of the kidney. Subject's lower back, right lumbar region and right hypochondriac region were subsequently enveloped by a fleshy tumor. Analysis of tumor indicate presence of early, unknown proto-bacteriums and DNA of Homo neanderthalensis which seem to have undergone basic carcinisation. D-20021's motor functions were severely impaired due to this incident, requiring advanced care. Additional Notes: A finer dosage amount and small rehash of the formula might be needed. Test #5 Subject: D-55435 Procedure: Subject was administered full-body anesthesia, and had a partial heart removal procedure. 60ml of SCP-7448 was injected into D-55435 shortly afterwards. Results: Subject's heart began regrowing, along with skeletal muscle tissue growing in mass without signs of stopping. D-55435's muscle structure was determined to have similar characteristics to an array of different Hominidae5 species. Despite attempts to negate this, D-55435's body had grown to a final size of 19m2. Additional Notes: Brain testing still shows this guy is alive somewhere, in there, we think. At least. We should probably terminate the guy somehow, especially with his… size. It's cruel to leave him like this. Test #6 Subject: D-55435 Procedure: Subject was incinerated. An ECMD6 was linked to D-55435's brain tissue beforehand. Results: Due to the SCP-7448 compound still being active within the subject's bloodstream, incineration took 37 hours. Upon completion, subject revived, in a heavily emaciated and damaged state. Multiple features of D-55435 were incompatible with modern human biology, including a fibrous, beaked face, multiple vestigial fingers on both arms, and a musculature similar to late Homo Sapiens descendants. Subject could not walk, talk or move7, and possessed no apparent conscious ability. Additional Notes: N/A ECMD data available. Parse now? Processing... 2% … 19% … … 33% it's cold in here … 46% 49% Cold is subjective. Wouldn't you say? … … … It's dark. Not subjective. Subjective. was that the word maybe … … 58% what was my own Name? no Worries72.9% … … … i guess it's not needed … here.where here. 83% … … … … it's been so long. day 92.44820% … … 97% I Miss Missing … 99.32% the gray gray rock words dictionary spinning family a car ce ll s i don't remember what blue looks like 100% Since activation, subject has been conscious for 3.8 Billion Years. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7448" by Rab333, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7448. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: particle Name: File:SARS-CoV-2 scanning electron microscope image.jpg Author: National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases (NIAID) License: Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:SARS-CoV-2_scanning_electron_microscope_image.jpg Footnotes 1. Efla anomalies are made and/or utilized by the Foundation. 2. Central Nervous System Stimulants. 3. Reality Accelerating Booster. 4. Common chimpanzee. 5. Great ape. 6. Elan Consciousness Monitoring Device. 7. Besides muscle twitches.
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SCP-7449
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Item #: SCP-7449 Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-7449's unique properties, containment is to be limited towards its occurrence and information relating to its existence. Foundation personnel unaffected by SCP-7449 are to cooperate with SCP-7449-B and are to facilitate the discovery or transportation of SCP-7449-A to SCP-7449-B, and are to not interfere until SCP-7449-A's termination. SCP-7449-B instances are to be administered Amnestics-74491 after SCP-7449 has ceased occurring. Foundation operatives assigned to SCP-7449 containment are to be rotated on a bi-annual basis. Personnel requesting re-assignment to other projects are to be accommodated, and given priority from regional Directors. Personnel with a history of sympathetic tendencies towards those under Foundation care are to be barred from assignment to SCP-7449. Foundation personnel are encouraged to avoid interacting with SCP-7449-B until SCP-7449-A's termination. This includes the viewing of media involving SCP-7449-B. To facilitate this, personnel are not allowed access to electronic or physical media produced by SCP-74490-B. Personnel that violate this will be reassigned to a different project, and assigned a specially trained Foundation psychologist until otherwise deemed capable of continuing work on SCP-7449's containment. Description: SCP-7449 is an anomalous phenomena affecting all sapient life within a specific geographic location corresponding to a legal administrative, governmental or legal boundary, with the exception of one individual, hereafter referred to as SCP-7449-A. SCP-7449's area of affect can range from local counties to the nation-state. When occurring, SCP-7449 will create an irrepressible compulsion, desire, need, or urge to eliminate SCP-7449-A among affected individuals (SCP-7449-B). Aside from this compulsion, instances are indistinguishable, physically and mentally, from their unaltered state. Often this compulsion will drive SCP-7449-B instances to put itself and others in physical danger. SCP-7449's mechanics are seemingly random and can occur at any time, although certain conditions have been considered more favorable to its appearance than others. SCP-7449-A selection is likewise random, lacking any pattern in background. SCP-7449-B will, aside from their desire to terminate SCP-7449-B, generally not act, unless the individual instances believes that by acting it will capture or terminate SCP-7449-A. If, after an amount of time (ranging from three months to six months), SCP-7449-A still has not been terminated, SCP-7449-B instances will cease attempting to physically harm SCP-7449-A immediately, and, instead, begin attempting to attract SCP-7449-A to the affected area for capture and termination. This manipulation ranges from simple threats to long term conspiracies to contrive SCP-7449-A's termination, even if said termination is contradictory to the SCP-7449-B's self interest. If SCP-7449-A is captured after this period, SCP-7449-B instances will not immediately terminate SCP-7449-A, but, rather, do so only on a specific date. This date corresponds to a locally celebrated holiday in the geographic area, and will usually incorporate SCP-7449-A as a central part of the cultural event. SCP-7449 will continue until SCP-7449-A is terminated by SCP-7449-B. If SCP-7449-A dies of other causes unrelated to SCP-7449-B, the next living biological relative becomes an instance of SCP-7449-A. There has been no recorded instance of SCP-7449 ceasing without SCP-7449-A's termination. Upon SCP-7449-A's termination, SCP-7449-B instances will fail to recollect the preceding events, or, if enough time has past to make this difficult, will otherwise fail to see the anomalous nature in them. Discovery SCP-7449 was discovered on December 31st, 1999, when it affected the city of New York. At 8:54 AM, local news was overridden by Mayor ██████ ███████ and his police force to give the following declaration: My fellow New Yorkers, Good evening. I hope that you are having as wonderful a holiday as the rest of us are, although, unfortunately, I have come to bring bad news - news too important to delay after the holiday, even one celebrating the beginning of the new century. There exists a threat to us today. Its not mystical or unseen. Its not even foreign. Its here, right at our shores. It may be right next to you, right now, sitting, looking, watching. You - I - we - know that fear better than anyone else. His name is Harry Nelson. He is a 19 year old man living at [REDACTED], second floor. He works at the gas station at [REDACTED] street, a little bit away from the public library, and he always keeps a nine millimeter handgun in his glove box. As we speak, the brave men and women of the New York City Police Department will be raiding his home, so that he can be killed, and so that we may all sleep a little more soundly at night. If you are seeing this, it is because we failed - and he has escaped. I speak to you, citizens, in a time of need: Harry Nelson is a thief, a criminal, a terrorist - a danger to the people. His death is the only way for this city to remain safe, to remain clean. I, as representative and sovereign of the people of New York, shall be suspending all statues as relates to assault and murder in relation to Harry Nelson's capture and death. All citizens are to cooperate with the New York City Police Department, renamed the New York City's Militia in light of the current crisis, and for the people to organize for the apprehension of this dangerous criminal. God have mercy on this city, and those who do it harm. At this, the Foundation, in collaboration with federal, state and international authorities2 to limit SCP-7449's affects. Despite this all activity ceased as the citizens of New York City attempted to locate and terminate 'Harry Nelson', including all economic, infrastructure, entertainment and political functions. Although threats of force were used, SCP-7449-B instances refused to cooperate. This only intensified as time continued, as all electrical, water, and heating infrastructure was abandoned in order to search the city for SCP-7449-A. Although authorities were able to turn them back on during the incident, it is believed around thirty individuals died from the lack of heat throughout the city. It was only on January 3rd, after four days of searching and a media blackout that SCP-7449-A was discovered returning from a vacation to Europe, and was entering the city when he was apprehended by the NYPD. He was subsequently executed on live television as a warning to other 'terrorists'. It was only then that the New York City New Years parade was allowed to occur. SCP-7449 Event Log 2/19/2002 — [REDACTED], Kentucky, United States of America: A small town of five hundred people, SCP-7449-A was assaulted outside of town and hanged on a sign post. SCP-7449-B instances responsible were unable to understand why Foundation operatives took SCP-7449-A down for burial. 8/1/2004 — [REDACTED], Schleswig-Holstein, Germany: A coastal town of 1000, SCP-7449-A was an elderly man who had been pushed down and could not get up. Several American troops were stationed near the elderly man, and were ordered by the Mayor and local commander to shoot anyone who attempted to help SCP-7449-A. When Foundation operatives were deployed to retrieve SCP-7449-A, they were repelled in the face of heavy resistance, ending in the deaths of three American soldiers and ten Foundation officers. SCP-7449-A died from being run over by a bulldozer the day after this battle, and only then was the Foundation able to intervene. 4/22/2005 — [REDACTED], Sakha, Russian Federation: A village of 90 people, primarily elderly. SCP-7449-A was a son of an SCP-7449-B instance, who had been invited by the later to his home after he had left home many years earlier. SCP-7449-A, believing it to be a form of reconciliation, was terminated in its parents home before its body was made part of the village spring festival. 12/19/2006 — Alabama, United States of America: Secretary of State █████ █████ of Alabama requested from the Governor, and Government, of Tennessee, the extradition of SCP-7449-A, a former Alabama citizens who had not lived in the State since 1939. If the State would not do so, the Secretary of State claimed that there would be 'devastation the valley has not seen since Sherman.' Despite threats from the federal government, the Legislature of Alabama was appropriating money for the State National Guard for an invasion until the Foundation applied pressure to Governor ███████ of Tennessee to extradite SCP-7449-A. SCP-7449-A was boiled in an steel bull near Birmingham, Alabama, in honor of the States' historically large deposits of iron. 7/4/2009 — Site-22, [REDACTED], [REDACTED]: During an inspection of Site-22, O5-11 was taken hostage by MTF-Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"), in collaboration with Site-22 staff. MTF-Alpha-1 delivered a message to the O5 Council, describing O5-11's capture and situation, and demanding that, unless SCP-7449-A was handed over, O5-11 would be executed. SCP-7449-A was Dr. Allen Rizzo, a former researcher at Site-22. However, when handed over, O5-11, instead of being given over, stabbed SCP-7449-A forty-seven times, stopping at several points to allow MTF-Alpha-1's medical staff to resuscitated SCP-7449-A. When SCP-7449-A was terminated, O5-11 commanded MTF-Alpha-1 and Site-22 as a whole to "Stand down - we got our man!" O5-11, Alpha-1 and Site-22 as a whole are currently suspended following further investigation. Footnotes 1. A powerful Amnestic produced to target memories involving SCP-7449-A. Due to the nature of SCP-7449 the application of general amnestics is not viable for containment purposes, and thus requires specialized variants unique to the circumstances that can target specific memories. See 'On Establishing a Basis for Targeted Memory Erasure' by Dr. Pran Anand for more information 2. The United Nations Secretariat Building is located in New York City, NY, USA. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7449" by Zer0Ne0phyte, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7449. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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SCP-7450
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SCP-7450 - L is for Lamentations All her people groan as they search for bread; they barter their treasures for food to keep themselves alive. "Look, LORD, and consider, for I am despised." Book of Lamentations, Chapter 1, Verse 11, NIV Image Credits https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Field_genealogy;_being_the_record_of_all_the_Field_family_in_America,_whose_ancestors_were_in_this_country_prior_to_1700._Emigrant_ancestors_located_in_Massachusetts,_Rhode_Island,_New_York,_New_(14784660352).jpg https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Franklin_Island,_Antarctica_01.jpg https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/76/Percubaan_pertama_night_landscape_%285784800311%29.jpg/1024px-Percubaan_pertama_night_landscape_%285784800311%29.jpg All image edits were made by me, djkaktus. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7450 Level1 Secondary Class: megiddo Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo SCP-7450. Cognitohazardous elements have been removed, altered or obscured. Assigned Site: N/A Site Director: N/A Research Head: N/A Assigned Task Force: N/A Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7450 is uncontained. The SCP Foundation, in its current iteration, no longer possesses the resources or personnel required to contain SCP-7450. It is unlikely that any third-party paranatural classification and containment organizations would, if they indeed still exist, be capable of containing SCP-7450. Due to the critical threat that SCP-7450 poses to sentient lifeforms, all Foundation personnel are subject to the requirements of the MAGOG Protocol. The full requirements can be found on the central Foundation data server - the primary tenets are as follows: Under no circumstances are any personnel permitted to leave the confines of their local Foundation site during a transience of SCP-7450. Under no circumstances are any personnel permitted to travel to an area that will be in the path of a SCP-7450 transience within 72 hours. Under no circumstances are any personnel permitted to look at or listen to SCP-7450. By order of the Foundation Overwatch Administrator, any personnel found to have purposefully or unintentionally violated one of these requirements is subject to summary execution, by any other member of the SCP Foundation. Adherence to these requirements is paramount to the successful continuance of the human species. As a result of Foundation’s inability to contain SCP-7450, and the resultant circumstances that arose following its ascension, the SCP Foundation Classification Committee has ruled 3-0 to update SCP-7450’s containment designation from the Apollyon-Class to the Megiddo-Class, to distinguish between entities or anomalies that will inevitably result in the end of the world, and those that already have. Description: SCP-7450 is the group designation for four massive humanoid eigenweapons that ascended to godhood on the 13th of December, 2028. The ascension of SCP-7450 was predicated by the arrival of the celestial 981-AJAX entity on October 14th, 2025. The end product of the interaction between 981-AJAX and SCP-7450 was the utter annihilation of 981-AJAX and, immediately following that, the rapid escalation of an XK-Class “End of the World” event caused by the cognitohazardous and catastrophic ontokinetic effects of SCP-7450’s presence on Earth. SCP-7450 entities range between 18.9km and 23.5km in height. They are humanoid in appearance, with six large avian wings emerging from their upper and lower back. SCP-7450 entities have a single arm and hand on their right side, in which they carry a short1 curved sickle. The entities have humanoid legs which terminate at the ankles and are seemingly incapable of locomotion - instead moving by way of levitation, though the legs do move as if ambulating. Surviving descriptions of SCP-7450 indicate other possible animal characteristics, such as claws, feathers on the arm and legs, serpentine tails, etc. They are named, in descending order of size - Pallas, Judith, Rachel, and Argine. Accurate depictions of their facial features are infeasible to gather - it is currently impossible to obscure images of the entities’ faces to a sufficient degree to allow for visual assessment while also negating their cognitohazardous properties. Similarly, audio recordings of SCP-7450’s vocalizations cannot be reviewed by sentient observers - both human and sentient AI listeners are subject to the cognitohazards present in SCP-7450’s voice. Since the moment of their ascension, each of the four instances of SCP-7450 have been in constant circumnavigatory transience of the planet. Each of the four moves at slightly different speeds - Rachel is the fastest, and transits the globe once every four hundred and sixteen days, whereas the slowest, Pallas, completes the passage in four hundred and sixty-eight days. Sentient creatures exposed to the visage or voice of any instance of SCP-7450 will immediately become compelled to follow it in its transit of the planet. Once an individual has been affected they are unrecoverable - subjects who fall under the effect of SCP-7450’s compulsion will make every possible effort to avoid anything that would impede their ability to join in the mass following of SCP-7450 and cannot be deterred short of the total destruction of their body. Affected persons undergo changes over time to their physiology - they cease to age, their bodies become more resistant to damage and decay, and their features slowly begin to resemble the SCP-7450 instance they follow. They will walk behind their instance of SCP-7450 until their feet wear down to their ankles, at which point they will begin levitating alongside other similar subjects. Lastly, these subjects mimic the vocalizations of SCP-7450, and while exposure to these vocalizations by non-affected persons does not have the same immediate compulsory effect as SCP-7450, they will nonetheless experience the same end condition after a short period of time. Addendum 7450.1: Foundation Overseer’s Address 11.2.2025 Access File Close File THIS IS A PUBLIC NOTICE FROM THE OFFICE OF THE SCP FOUNDATION OVERSEER COUNCIL REGARDING THE CELESTIAL ENTITY APPEARING OVER THE SOUTH SKY ON OCTOBER 14TH, 2025 DATED: November 2nd, 2025 Good evening. My name is Armond Katchatrian, an Overseer of the SCP Foundation. We are an organization that seeks to categorize and contain anomalous entities and phenomena in our world. We have operated in secrecy for the last two-hundred years maintaining our world’s status quo. As of the night of the 14th, we are no longer able to maintain that veil. The entity that appeared over the southern sky - an entity we have identified as 981-AJAX, is a hostile extraplanar entity currently intersecting with our reality. The disaster ongoing in Johannesburg is evident of this entity’s catastrophic potential. There have been many questions about the tragic footage that has made the global news these last few weeks, and about the person hanging in the sky now over that city. We cannot speak with full certainty of their fate, but they are in our hearts. At this time, we are urging calm and caution. We understand you are afraid. Rest assured, we are currently cooperating with world governments and other organizations like our own to determine the best path forward. We have technology that is not available to the rest of mankind and capabilities beyond what is commonly accepted as feasible. We will, as we always have, stand as the stalwart shield between our world and the unknown. Thank you. Armond Katchatrian O5-1 Addendum 7450.2: Foundation Overseer’s Address 12.11.2028 Access File Close File THIS IS A PUBLIC NOTICE FROM THE OFFICE OF THE SCP FOUNDATION OVERSEER COUNCIL REGARDING AJAX DATED: December 11th, 2028 Over these past three years, myself and my predecessors have made every attempt to be as transparent as possible with you about our efforts to defend mankind against the ongoing threat of AJAX. Today I will do the same. This will be our final communication. We have expended every possibility and all of our resources. We have broken up our containment cells and released every possible horror onto the world in the hopes of balancing the threat of AJAX. We have failed. AJAX will soon open its final eye, and we will not be able to delay it. In truth, we never have. Take this time to be with your families. We have preparations in place that will, god willing, ensure the hopeful survival of our species. These preparations are buried deep within the Earth, and may survive the eyes of AJAX. Please pray for their survival, these last four mothers of humanity. Someday they and their children might awaken and walk again on an earth free from this nightmare. I wish you all peace. Goodnight. Rhys Olsons O5-1 Image taken from closed circuit surveillance footage on December 13th, 2028. Addendum 7450.3: Personal Journal Entries 5.14.2032 Close File Personal Journal Date: 5.14.2032 Got the news today I've been expecting for a while. Judith ended up too far east and passed over Site-43. I finally got in to the site AI and got the same stream of nonsense as the others. It's not cognitohazardous itself, thankfully. A good canary to see if a place is worth visiting. Didn't sleep well again. I've got Henderson locked up in the cell a floor below me but sometimes he just starts howling. I need to go change out the gag I had on him, I suspect he's chewed through it. Another letter in today from Sophia. Blessings are few and far between, but they're still blessings. Says she's down to just twenty-three, but they're still working. Twenty-three! I haven't had twenty-three in two years. She's worried about us (I didn't tell her about Henderson), but I told her it's still too dangerous to come over here. Rachel is crossing in three weeks and we might catch Judith if she straightens back out. There are still some stragglers up there too, ones who haven't caught up with the floaters. Maybe in a few months - we'll see. It's agonizing, though. It's been a long few months. I thought at first having Henderson's voice would be enough to keep me sane, but since I snipped him he doesn't sound much like a person anyway, and even then he's not saying anything that would be a comfort. Just shrieking and gnashing his teeth. Seeing another person would be nice. 6.3.2032 Close File Personal Journal Date: 6.3.2032 We're holed up tight this week - Rachel is passing right now. The last week Henderson has been frothing at the mouth, probably because she's the one who turned him. I scoped him out week before last just to make sure he was still good and tied up in there. Cell was a mess. He got out of his straps at some point and started scratching at the walls. He made decent progress and he turned his hands into stumps. Maybe he thinks he'll be floating around on his wrists. Sound cancellation is still holding up. When we lost Site-08 they were about sixteen meters down lower than us and Pallas still got all of them. That was a close call. I was on the phone with Harold Bates and he just starts crying. I threw it across the room and stayed out of there for a week. When I came back the phone was still on, total silence on the other end. But! All this time buried down here has given me time to work. I found another one of the training satellites we used to use. It won't give us much coverage, it's only got two working cameras, but we might be able to get eyes on Argine. Haven't seen her since she passed Tokyo last year and went into the ocean. Computer keeps reminding me to check my update requests. Last time there were eight sites reporting back. I know there are probably more than that, but even thinking about opening that file makes me feel clammy. Need to think about more productive things. I'll check the update requests tomorrow. 6.4.2032 Close File Personal Journal Date: 6.4.2032 Only three sites updating. I shouldn't have checked. Rachel is taking her fucking time. 7.29.2032 Close File Personal Journal Date: 7.29.2032 I let Henderson out earlier. I don't think there's anything left to learn from him and he was a nice enough guy. He's got a lot of walking to do until he catches up with one of them, but he seemed happier. Still writhing and screaming, but in a more pleasant way. First time I've been outside in a while. It was really nice out, sun was shining and its starting to warm back up again. The sky was mostly clear. If I had to guess most of whatever was left of AJAX has his atmosphere by now. Might be some left up there, but I didn't see any. After I came back inside I just sat around a little. I've been trying to keep busy, but I don't feel like it today. Haven't heard from Sophia in a while. Thank god for Alto, still sending me his daily updates. A picture of his face, once a day, every day. Not exciting, but it's something. 9.2.2032 Close File Personal Journal Date: 9.2.2032 Still nothing from Sophia. 12.14.2032 Close File Personal Journal Date: 12.14.2032 Four year anniversary. Nobody responding to update requests anymore. We must be getting near the close. I went back and read the rest of this file - hilariously abridged. We had such high hopes in the beginning, and then nothing. Planning committees and emails of encouragement. We made it out better than most, that first day they started crying out we couldn't hear it from so deep underground. Sixty-four sites! Forty-seven thousand personnel. Why did it take us so long to learn how to stay alive? We're paying a price for AJAX. AJAX! What's the point of the secrecy now? What's the point of the updates and the status reports? Who is left to read this? I'll tell you what happened. If you're reading this, then you're whoever is left than me. There aren't many of us now, if any at all. Maybe it'll be Alto. In 1996 we buried four girls at four different DEEPWELL sites. A preparation for the end of the world. They'd had a close call with 239 and wanted to make sure they had a contingency plan. This is before we found 2000, so it became moot after that point. The project was more or less scrapped, but they didn't dig those girls up. I wonder sometimes if there was ever a meeting about it, or if they just forgot they were there. Anyway, they were buried under a mountain of sorcery and technology and given wombs that would operate for a thousand years. For three decades they were down there until AJAX showed up and turned 2000 into a smoking wreck. Suddenly we need another option, and look at that? Kain finds those four girls and starts the machines up again and we have our parachute again. But then Armond tells the entire world about them as he's letting everyone know that we're going to die. All our best laid plans, all our world religions, suddenly only one thing mattered. Mankind had seen us calling real nightmares up from the bowels of the Earth, powers they had never dreamed of, and suddenly we're telling them it's all over. Except - wait - there are these four girls who can save us! What did we think was going to happen? Had we really not learned about what belief does? So they woke up, and that was it. Eight billion humans crying out for a god to save them. Eight billion humans screaming, crying, begging. Our city walls fallen and our idols smashed against the ground. AJAX - I don't even remember what AJAX looked like, to be honest - preparing to open his last eye, and people were afraid. We lamented our shared fate, and our gods woke up. But they weren't built to be divine, they didn't know what was going to happen to them. The Foundation found them on a street corner somewhere, cleaned them up, put ten billion dollars of tech into them and then sent them to bed. When they woke up they were gods. They were thirteen years old. Eight hours! We had eight hours, Alto. Eight hours to plan, before Pallas cracked open her mouth and began screaming. Were they scared too? Were they afraid of what they'd become? Their first action was a reaction, I'm sure of it - AJAX came at them and they scattered it across the atmosphere. Their next action was fear - gods need worship, and worshippers. It didn't take long. They blew through our cognitohazard defenses in seconds, like rice paper before a blow torch. And now it's been four years. Half of us we lost to the sisters. Another third to exhaustion. Tired, scared, defeated - they would put down their work, walk out the door, and then wait for a sister to come calling. I don't know what the point of this was. I don't know what we accomplished here. Did we succeed in our mission? Did we plan enough? Do we still have work to do? Did we ensure the survival of our species? I don't know. I'm tired too. We wept when skies opened up and AJAX opened its first eye, and all the eyes afterwards. We lamented our grim misfortune and prayed for an end to our suffering. Why haven't I gotten the message yet? Now there's nobody left to lament but me. 9.1.2035 Close File Personal Journal Date: 9.1.2035 I hope it was easy for you, Sophia. I hope you've found something like a new life out there. I won't be far behind. 4.19.2036 Close File Personal Journal Date: 4.19.2036 My last journal entry. Out of food and the water doesn't work anymore. Pallas is getting close, but I can't wait any longer. I'll die down here if I don't leave. I can make it to Site-89, and then to Site-104. They'll have resources I can use - and maybe research I overlooked. If Pallas catches me, then that's the ballgame. I'm not willing to give up yet, but I can't wager the survival of our species against goggles that might slip or earplugs that don't work the way they should. I thought burning out my eardrums would be the hard part, but with the benefit of hindsight I should have foreseen how bad it would be to take my own eyes out. Hindsight! A dark joke. I never truly appreciated the dark until now. I've spent too much time on this dumb shit to give up now. I don't care if it takes a life living in darkness, I'll figure this out. And if you ever get around to reading this, Alto, you can kindly go fuck yourself. Two years you had my heart leaping at the sight of a cardboard cutout. Motherfucker. No time to cry. Wish me luck. Troy Footnotes 1. Relative to their overall size. K is for "Keystone" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub M is for "Moonlight" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7450" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7450. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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SCP-7450 - L is for Lamentations All her people groan as they search for bread; they barter their treasures for food to keep themselves alive. "Look, LORD, and consider, for I am despised." Book of Lamentations, Chapter 1, Verse 11, NIV Image Credits https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Field_genealogy;_being_the_record_of_all_the_Field_family_in_America,_whose_ancestors_were_in_this_country_prior_to_1700._Emigrant_ancestors_located_in_Massachusetts,_Rhode_Island,_New_York,_New_(14784660352).jpg https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Franklin_Island,_Antarctica_01.jpg https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/76/Percubaan_pertama_night_landscape_%285784800311%29.jpg/1024px-Percubaan_pertama_night_landscape_%285784800311%29.jpg All image edits were made by me, djkaktus. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 7450 Level1 Secondary Class: megiddo Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo SCP-7450. Cognitohazardous elements have been removed, altered or obscured. Assigned Site: N/A Site Director: N/A Research Head: N/A Assigned Task Force: N/A Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7450 is uncontained. The SCP Foundation, in its current iteration, no longer possesses the resources or personnel required to contain SCP-7450. It is unlikely that any third-party paranatural classification and containment organizations would, if they indeed still exist, be capable of containing SCP-7450. Due to the critical threat that SCP-7450 poses to sentient lifeforms, all Foundation personnel are subject to the requirements of the MAGOG Protocol. The full requirements can be found on the central Foundation data server - the primary tenets are as follows: Under no circumstances are any personnel permitted to leave the confines of their local Foundation site during a transience of SCP-7450. Under no circumstances are any personnel permitted to travel to an area that will be in the path of a SCP-7450 transience within 72 hours. Under no circumstances are any personnel permitted to look at or listen to SCP-7450. By order of the Foundation Overwatch Administrator, any personnel found to have purposefully or unintentionally violated one of these requirements is subject to summary execution, by any other member of the SCP Foundation. Adherence to these requirements is paramount to the successful continuance of the human species. As a result of Foundation’s inability to contain SCP-7450, and the resultant circumstances that arose following its ascension, the SCP Foundation Classification Committee has ruled 3-0 to update SCP-7450’s containment designation from the Apollyon-Class to the Megiddo-Class, to distinguish between entities or anomalies that will inevitably result in the end of the world, and those that already have. Description: SCP-7450 is the group designation for four massive humanoid eigenweapons that ascended to godhood on the 13th of December, 2028. The ascension of SCP-7450 was predicated by the arrival of the celestial 981-AJAX entity on October 14th, 2025. The end product of the interaction between 981-AJAX and SCP-7450 was the utter annihilation of 981-AJAX and, immediately following that, the rapid escalation of an XK-Class “End of the World” event caused by the cognitohazardous and catastrophic ontokinetic effects of SCP-7450’s presence on Earth. SCP-7450 entities range between 18.9km and 23.5km in height. They are humanoid in appearance, with six large avian wings emerging from their upper and lower back. SCP-7450 entities have a single arm and hand on their right side, in which they carry a short1 curved sickle. The entities have humanoid legs which terminate at the ankles and are seemingly incapable of locomotion - instead moving by way of levitation, though the legs do move as if ambulating. Surviving descriptions of SCP-7450 indicate other possible animal characteristics, such as claws, feathers on the arm and legs, serpentine tails, etc. They are named, in descending order of size - Pallas, Judith, Rachel, and Argine. Accurate depictions of their facial features are infeasible to gather - it is currently impossible to obscure images of the entities’ faces to a sufficient degree to allow for visual assessment while also negating their cognitohazardous properties. Similarly, audio recordings of SCP-7450’s vocalizations cannot be reviewed by sentient observers - both human and sentient AI listeners are subject to the cognitohazards present in SCP-7450’s voice. Since the moment of their ascension, each of the four instances of SCP-7450 have been in constant circumnavigatory transience of the planet. Each of the four moves at slightly different speeds - Rachel is the fastest, and transits the globe once every four hundred and sixteen days, whereas the slowest, Pallas, completes the passage in four hundred and sixty-eight days. Sentient creatures exposed to the visage or voice of any instance of SCP-7450 will immediately become compelled to follow it in its transit of the planet. Once an individual has been affected they are unrecoverable - subjects who fall under the effect of SCP-7450’s compulsion will make every possible effort to avoid anything that would impede their ability to join in the mass following of SCP-7450 and cannot be deterred short of the total destruction of their body. Affected persons undergo changes over time to their physiology - they cease to age, their bodies become more resistant to damage and decay, and their features slowly begin to resemble the SCP-7450 instance they follow. They will walk behind their instance of SCP-7450 until their feet wear down to their ankles, at which point they will begin levitating alongside other similar subjects. Lastly, these subjects mimic the vocalizations of SCP-7450, and while exposure to these vocalizations by non-affected persons does not have the same immediate compulsory effect as SCP-7450, they will nonetheless experience the same end condition after a short period of time. Addendum 7450.1: Foundation Overseer’s Address 11.2.2025 Access File Close File THIS IS A PUBLIC NOTICE FROM THE OFFICE OF THE SCP FOUNDATION OVERSEER COUNCIL REGARDING THE CELESTIAL ENTITY APPEARING OVER THE SOUTH SKY ON OCTOBER 14TH, 2025 DATED: November 2nd, 2025 Good evening. My name is Armond Katchatrian, an Overseer of the SCP Foundation. We are an organization that seeks to categorize and contain anomalous entities and phenomena in our world. We have operated in secrecy for the last two-hundred years maintaining our world’s status quo. As of the night of the 14th, we are no longer able to maintain that veil. The entity that appeared over the southern sky - an entity we have identified as 981-AJAX, is a hostile extraplanar entity currently intersecting with our reality. The disaster ongoing in Johannesburg is evident of this entity’s catastrophic potential. There have been many questions about the tragic footage that has made the global news these last few weeks, and about the person hanging in the sky now over that city. We cannot speak with full certainty of their fate, but they are in our hearts. At this time, we are urging calm and caution. We understand you are afraid. Rest assured, we are currently cooperating with world governments and other organizations like our own to determine the best path forward. We have technology that is not available to the rest of mankind and capabilities beyond what is commonly accepted as feasible. We will, as we always have, stand as the stalwart shield between our world and the unknown. Thank you. Armond Katchatrian O5-1 Addendum 7450.2: Foundation Overseer’s Address 12.11.2028 Access File Close File THIS IS A PUBLIC NOTICE FROM THE OFFICE OF THE SCP FOUNDATION OVERSEER COUNCIL REGARDING AJAX DATED: December 11th, 2028 Over these past three years, myself and my predecessors have made every attempt to be as transparent as possible with you about our efforts to defend mankind against the ongoing threat of AJAX. Today I will do the same. This will be our final communication. We have expended every possibility and all of our resources. We have broken up our containment cells and released every possible horror onto the world in the hopes of balancing the threat of AJAX. We have failed. AJAX will soon open its final eye, and we will not be able to delay it. In truth, we never have. Take this time to be with your families. We have preparations in place that will, god willing, ensure the hopeful survival of our species. These preparations are buried deep within the Earth, and may survive the eyes of AJAX. Please pray for their survival, these last four mothers of humanity. Someday they and their children might awaken and walk again on an earth free from this nightmare. I wish you all peace. Goodnight. Rhys Olsons O5-1 Image taken from closed circuit surveillance footage on December 13th, 2028. Addendum 7450.3: Personal Journal Entries 5.14.2032 Close File Personal Journal Date: 5.14.2032 Got the news today I've been expecting for a while. Judith ended up too far east and passed over Site-43. I finally got in to the site AI and got the same stream of nonsense as the others. It's not cognitohazardous itself, thankfully. A good canary to see if a place is worth visiting. Didn't sleep well again. I've got Henderson locked up in the cell a floor below me but sometimes he just starts howling. I need to go change out the gag I had on him, I suspect he's chewed through it. Another letter in today from Sophia. Blessings are few and far between, but they're still blessings. Says she's down to just twenty-three, but they're still working. Twenty-three! I haven't had twenty-three in two years. She's worried about us (I didn't tell her about Henderson), but I told her it's still too dangerous to come over here. Rachel is crossing in three weeks and we might catch Judith if she straightens back out. There are still some stragglers up there too, ones who haven't caught up with the floaters. Maybe in a few months - we'll see. It's agonizing, though. It's been a long few months. I thought at first having Henderson's voice would be enough to keep me sane, but since I snipped him he doesn't sound much like a person anyway, and even then he's not saying anything that would be a comfort. Just shrieking and gnashing his teeth. Seeing another person would be nice. 6.3.2032 Close File Personal Journal Date: 6.3.2032 We're holed up tight this week - Rachel is passing right now. The last week Henderson has been frothing at the mouth, probably because she's the one who turned him. I scoped him out week before last just to make sure he was still good and tied up in there. Cell was a mess. He got out of his straps at some point and started scratching at the walls. He made decent progress and he turned his hands into stumps. Maybe he thinks he'll be floating around on his wrists. Sound cancellation is still holding up. When we lost Site-08 they were about sixteen meters down lower than us and Pallas still got all of them. That was a close call. I was on the phone with Harold Bates and he just starts crying. I threw it across the room and stayed out of there for a week. When I came back the phone was still on, total silence on the other end. But! All this time buried down here has given me time to work. I found another one of the training satellites we used to use. It won't give us much coverage, it's only got two working cameras, but we might be able to get eyes on Argine. Haven't seen her since she passed Tokyo last year and went into the ocean. Computer keeps reminding me to check my update requests. Last time there were eight sites reporting back. I know there are probably more than that, but even thinking about opening that file makes me feel clammy. Need to think about more productive things. I'll check the update requests tomorrow. 6.4.2032 Close File Personal Journal Date: 6.4.2032 Only three sites updating. I shouldn't have checked. Rachel is taking her fucking time. 7.29.2032 Close File Personal Journal Date: 7.29.2032 I let Henderson out earlier. I don't think there's anything left to learn from him and he was a nice enough guy. He's got a lot of walking to do until he catches up with one of them, but he seemed happier. Still writhing and screaming, but in a more pleasant way. First time I've been outside in a while. It was really nice out, sun was shining and its starting to warm back up again. The sky was mostly clear. If I had to guess most of whatever was left of AJAX has his atmosphere by now. Might be some left up there, but I didn't see any. After I came back inside I just sat around a little. I've been trying to keep busy, but I don't feel like it today. Haven't heard from Sophia in a while. Thank god for Alto, still sending me his daily updates. A picture of his face, once a day, every day. Not exciting, but it's something. 9.2.2032 Close File Personal Journal Date: 9.2.2032 Still nothing from Sophia. 12.14.2032 Close File Personal Journal Date: 12.14.2032 Four year anniversary. Nobody responding to update requests anymore. We must be getting near the close. I went back and read the rest of this file - hilariously abridged. We had such high hopes in the beginning, and then nothing. Planning committees and emails of encouragement. We made it out better than most, that first day they started crying out we couldn't hear it from so deep underground. Sixty-four sites! Forty-seven thousand personnel. Why did it take us so long to learn how to stay alive? We're paying a price for AJAX. AJAX! What's the point of the secrecy now? What's the point of the updates and the status reports? Who is left to read this? I'll tell you what happened. If you're reading this, then you're whoever is left than me. There aren't many of us now, if any at all. Maybe it'll be Alto. In 1996 we buried four girls at four different DEEPWELL sites. A preparation for the end of the world. They'd had a close call with 239 and wanted to make sure they had a contingency plan. This is before we found 2000, so it became moot after that point. The project was more or less scrapped, but they didn't dig those girls up. I wonder sometimes if there was ever a meeting about it, or if they just forgot they were there. Anyway, they were buried under a mountain of sorcery and technology and given wombs that would operate for a thousand years. For three decades they were down there until AJAX showed up and turned 2000 into a smoking wreck. Suddenly we need another option, and look at that? Kain finds those four girls and starts the machines up again and we have our parachute again. But then Armond tells the entire world about them as he's letting everyone know that we're going to die. All our best laid plans, all our world religions, suddenly only one thing mattered. Mankind had seen us calling real nightmares up from the bowels of the Earth, powers they had never dreamed of, and suddenly we're telling them it's all over. Except - wait - there are these four girls who can save us! What did we think was going to happen? Had we really not learned about what belief does? So they woke up, and that was it. Eight billion humans crying out for a god to save them. Eight billion humans screaming, crying, begging. Our city walls fallen and our idols smashed against the ground. AJAX - I don't even remember what AJAX looked like, to be honest - preparing to open his last eye, and people were afraid. We lamented our shared fate, and our gods woke up. But they weren't built to be divine, they didn't know what was going to happen to them. The Foundation found them on a street corner somewhere, cleaned them up, put ten billion dollars of tech into them and then sent them to bed. When they woke up they were gods. They were thirteen years old. Eight hours! We had eight hours, Alto. Eight hours to plan, before Pallas cracked open her mouth and began screaming. Were they scared too? Were they afraid of what they'd become? Their first action was a reaction, I'm sure of it - AJAX came at them and they scattered it across the atmosphere. Their next action was fear - gods need worship, and worshippers. It didn't take long. They blew through our cognitohazard defenses in seconds, like rice paper before a blow torch. And now it's been four years. Half of us we lost to the sisters. Another third to exhaustion. Tired, scared, defeated - they would put down their work, walk out the door, and then wait for a sister to come calling. I don't know what the point of this was. I don't know what we accomplished here. Did we succeed in our mission? Did we plan enough? Do we still have work to do? Did we ensure the survival of our species? I don't know. I'm tired too. We wept when skies opened up and AJAX opened its first eye, and all the eyes afterwards. We lamented our grim misfortune and prayed for an end to our suffering. Why haven't I gotten the message yet? Now there's nobody left to lament but me. 9.1.2035 Close File Personal Journal Date: 9.1.2035 I hope it was easy for you, Sophia. I hope you've found something like a new life out there. I won't be far behind. 4.19.2036 Close File Personal Journal Date: 4.19.2036 My last journal entry. Out of food and the water doesn't work anymore. Pallas is getting close, but I can't wait any longer. I'll die down here if I don't leave. I can make it to Site-89, and then to Site-104. They'll have resources I can use - and maybe research I overlooked. If Pallas catches me, then that's the ballgame. I'm not willing to give up yet, but I can't wager the survival of our species against goggles that might slip or earplugs that don't work the way they should. I thought burning out my eardrums would be the hard part, but with the benefit of hindsight I should have foreseen how bad it would be to take my own eyes out. Hindsight! A dark joke. I never truly appreciated the dark until now. I've spent too much time on this dumb shit to give up now. I don't care if it takes a life living in darkness, I'll figure this out. And if you ever get around to reading this, Alto, you can kindly go fuck yourself. Two years you had my heart leaping at the sight of a cardboard cutout. Motherfucker. No time to cry. Wish me luck. Troy Footnotes 1. Relative to their overall size. K is for "Keystone" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub M is for "Moonlight" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7450" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7450. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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Arm from family member of djkaktus Derivative of: Name: Percubaan pertama night landscape (5784800311).jpg Author: Firdaus Latif License: CC-BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Percubaan_pertama_night_landscape_(5784800311).jpg Name: megiddo.jpg Author: djkaktus License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/scp-7450/megiddo.png Name: Field genealogy; being the record of all the Field family in America, whose ancestors were in this country prior to 1700. Emigrant ancestors located in Massachusetts, Rhode Island, New York, New (14784660352).jpg Author: Internet Archive Book Images License: Public domain Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/14784660352/
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Item#: 7451 Level0 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: caution link to memo FoldUnfold Table of Contents Special Containment Procedures Description SCP-7451-P Discovery and History of SCP-7451 Construction of Site 44 Site 44 Construction Riots Canadian Site 44 Effects of SCP-7451 on Site-44 See also: Special Containment Procedures The history written within this document is to be taught to personnel residing within SCP-7451, SCP-7451-P instances, and children born within Site 44. Thus, this file serves as a user-friendly and LEVEL 0 version of the internal SCiPNET file that Foundation officially uses; depending on clearance level, the reader may have seen different versions of the file. Information from versions of the file with higher clearances can be transferred to lower clearances with the approval of RAISA can never be transferred to lower clearances. If you are viewing this and either have a higher clearance or are a Foundation employee, please consult the Site Director for the SCiPNET version of the file as soon as possible. Description See also: SCP-7451 SCP-7451 (also known as Original Site-44) is a Canadian charter school located in 54.499998 -105.675497298. Descriptions of the location of SCP-7451 is semantically obfuscated 1; locating SCP-7451 requires the subject to have prior knowledge of the coordinates of SCP-7451. It is not possible to describe the location of SCP-7451 to another person, but the semantic obfuscation effect does not apply to scales large enough to imprecisely describe SCP-7451's location (e.g., describing it as located within a country). This property of SCP-7451 used to be present within SCP-7451 pre-Foundation occupation[citation needed ]. SCP-7451 contains 4 floors. Each floor is further subdivided into 4 quarters, with mats made out of various furs on the floor. Material analysis of the mats reveal that they belong to different animals within the Arctic Circle, both extinct and living. Carbon dating of the mats reveal that they were made at different times, ranging from during the Last Glacial Period to pre-Foundation settlement. Some quarters have various objects that mimic the surrounding fauna piled on the corners, while other quarters have walls of ice that Foundation interior design historian Alexandra Shirley theorizes to be a teaching implement to juvenile SCP-7451-P instances, due to the slight carvings in the wall 5. Other Foundation interior design historians, like Mark Smithson, theorize this to be a ritualized artifact for channelling ontokinetic energy 16 SCP-7451 currently functions as a temporary detaining centre for suspected GOI informants, anomalous individuals, and SCP-7451-P instances charged with various crimes within Site 44. SCP-7451-P See also: SCP-7451-P SCP-7451 previously contained various instances of SCP-7451-P, Spheniscidae-resembling entities that have sentience2 and sapience3. SCP-7451-P instances do not substantially differ from non-anomalous Spheniscidae, with 2 exceptions — the high amount of latent thaumaturgic energy within each SCP-7451-P instance, and a small, clear, round organ within SCP-7451-P. The Foundation theorizes that the SCP-7451-P instances use this object as a form of currency, although the economy of the SCP-7451-P instances is still unknown due to the reclusive nature of the SCP-7451-P instances. Mild suppression of an SCP-7451-P instance's latent thaumaturgic energy causes it physical pain; said activities are to be minimized. The majority of SCP-7451-P instances have relocated within Site 44 and are Foundation employees, with 30% of SCP-7451-P instances occupying various positions within the Foundation, compared to 15% of Fae and 13.4% of human populations within Site 444. SCP-7451-P instances that are interned within SCP-7451 for longer than 3 years begin to suffer from various mental illnesses, including but not limited to: Depression Anxiety Hallucinations Psychosis Cannibalism (against SCP-7451-P instances) Human flesh consumption There are no known methods to cure the symptoms from the SCP-7451-P instances, although Foundation researchers are studying various remedies similar to play activities performed by juvenile SCP-7451-P instances that have been found to reduce the onset of such symptoms. Discovery and History of SCP-7451 SCP-7451 was discovered during a routine trip by RCMP officers on December 1950; previous reports of penguins existing within SCP-7451's general radius by townspeople were dismissed as local folk tales. RCMP officers found that the initial contact with the SCP-7451-P instances were welcoming; they were offered various objects including "spherical, ice-like white objects", and the RCMP officers offered some of their coffee and cigarettes they were carrying at the time. This proved to be an essential demonstration of continued well-meaning interaction with the SCP-7451-P instances that led the SCP-7451-P instances to have a welcoming disposition towards humans in general. Shortly after discovery of the area, RCMP officers (and by extension the Canadian government) assumed unofficial control over the area, with the promise of more cigarettes in exchange for protection offered by RCMP officers. The contract also stipulated the handout of more of the "spherical ice-like objects" provided by the SCP-7451-P instances, as they were an effective coolant for an RCMP officer's portable icebox. Post-Occult War, due to an agreement between newly-elected Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau, the Foundation, and other developed countries1, control of the area around SCP-7451 and similar areas was transferred to the Foundation, with an agreement of a 10-year transitional period between the Foundation and the Canadian government. Initial contact with the Foundation was marked with hostility and aggression, with a minority of SCP-7451-P instances attempting to kill Foundation personnel[clearance locked ]. After MTF Fe-2 ("Bannock Brigade") was able to secure the area, a primitive Scranton Reality Anchor (SRA) was found to have caused nearby SCP-7451-P instances to enter into a rage state8[clearance locked]. With the collaboration of multiple SCP-7451-P instances, the broken proto-SRA was removed. This resulted in positive relations with the Foundation, with the Foundation offering various protective services in exchange for the same objects the RCMP officers were given. Through this agreement (in addition to the positive relations the Foundation has established with SCP-7451-P instances), the construction of Site 44 began. Construction of Site 44 During construction of Site 44, some remnants of the malfunctioning proto-SRA manifested within the construction site, causing hired SCP-7451-P instances to attack Foundation construction workers6. With the help of the local SCP-7451-P instances, the Canadian government, and RCMP officers, the attacks against Foundation construction workers were minimized. The ice-like object that the SCP-7451-P instances offered to the Foundation was found to be a potent thaumaturgic conduit. Due to this discovery, the Foundation created three objectives to be fulfilled by Site 44, including but not limited to: 1. The study of the ice SCP-7451-P instances produce, (referred to as Empyrean ice) 2. The improvement of living conditions within and around Site 44 through modernization and industrialization. 3. The industrialization of Empyrean ice. As of 2019/09/23, 2 out of the 3 goals are fulfilled[clearance locked ]. On 2000/07/20, due to the low amount of injuries reported on-site, in addition to high return on investment compared to sister sites, Site 44 was officially integrated into the Foundation Network, becoming the 899th site within the Foundation. The number 44 was taken to reference a local site that helped them out during the Site 44 Construction Riots. Site 44 Construction Riots See also: Site 44 Construction Riots Pre-Riots, various work ethic violations and contract violations were being performed against SCP-7451-P instances[clearance locked\ ]. An internal Ethics Committee investigation post-riots reveals egregious Foundation work policy violations9, unauthorized salary reductions, and an unsafe work environment leading to deaths on Site 4415. Various anomalous being rights abuses also occurred within the construction sites, notably juvenile labour and the creation of a mass grave[citation needed ] for juvenile labourers that died due to work injuries[clearance locked]11. This led to severe unrest among the SCP-7451-P instances. Various protests were held against the Site Director. According to a survey conducted by the Foundation, most formal complaints against the Site Director felt like it was being ignored[clearance locked][citation needed ]. Some complaints did reach the Site Director — for example, a complaint on the unsafe working conditions SCP-7451-P instances were subjected to was received, and its suggestions for safer work environments was implemented. A survey by the Statistics and Site Approval Committee within the Foundation revealed that compared from previous years, the Foundation's approval rating dropped from 1% compared to 2%. On 1986/05/04, a group of SCP-7451-P instances called Iliarjuk Atirtaq (GOI-440) attacked the South-East and South-West construction sites. GOI-440 quickly gained an advantage over the Foundation construction workers due to the group's profiency with the local terrain, and MTF Fe-2 was sent to disarm GOI-440. However, the ontokinetic abilities of GOI-440 made it difficult to disarm the SCP-7451-P instances, and after GOI-440 established its presence within the construction site, it started establishing various work encampments within the construction sites. The work encampments were designed for captured individuals to gather food and take care of juvenile SCP-7451-P instances. According to one of the members of MTF Fe-2, "We were forced to dig for various root vegetables; […] in addition to dismantling the machinery […] we were also asked to cook for the SCP-7451-P instances. Due to the overwhelming opinion of the Foundation to cease negotiations with GOI-440, in addition to the SCP-7451-P instances's inability to disassemble the machinery because of the instances's biological differences compared to non-anomalous humans12, few machineries were ever disassembled. An internal Foundation audit conducted post-Riots10 found that 10% of captured Foundation officials were injured within the camps, while 1% died due to overexposure to the environment. 87% of the Foundation officials captured admitted to doing nothing within the work encampments. The remaining 2% of Foundation officials refused to comment on the quality of the SCP-7451-P work encampments. Site 44 called for backup once it was known to upper management that MTF Fe-2 was unable to disarm GOI-440. Only Site 43 was willing to respond to Site 44's backup calls. This is due to multiple reasons, including but not limited to the treatment of Areas (as Site 44 was called Area CND-IND before their inauguration) as a temporary unit leading to Sites generally ignoring calls for assistance, the lack of resources required to send over a substantial MTF unit to disarm GOI-440, and the unwillingness of some sites to disarm SCP-7451-P instances. Site 43 (with their expertise in the use of memetics in warfare) inoculated MTF Fe-2 against common ontokinetic attacks that GOI-440 was using against the Foundation. MTF scout units were able to retrieve various information about GOI-440 within the South-West and South-East construction sites; one such information is the spread of SCP-7451-P-supportive propaganda within the area, including but not limited to the idea that the Foundation was hosting more mass graves within the other two sectors[clearance locked\ ]13[wrong citation?\]. In response to the gathered information, Site 43 deployed various counter-propaganda memes that lead SCP-7451-P instances to forget or misremember the propaganda of GOI-440. Initial tests of the counter-propaganda memetics required the use of juvenile SCP-7451-P instances; multiple SCP-7451-P instances were asked to hand over juveniles for study, with various compensations to adults if the instances do. On 1988/03/12, after gathering more intelligence and waiting for the Site 43 Memetics Department to finish developing the counter-memes, the Foundation proceeded to enter the South-West Sector to disarm some low-ranking members of GOI-440, along with serving as a field test for the various memetics Site 43 has designed. Due to GOI-440's lack of knowledge regarding modern military tactics, the South-West construction site was seized, and GOI-440's encampment within the South-West construction site was disarmed. Restocking for supplies and for more intelligence, 2 days later, the Foundation proceeded to launch a larger armed force to the South-East Sector, with a larger group of MTF Fe-2 and SCP-7451-P volunteers. Compared to the previous disarmament, GOI-440 was more familiar with the tactics used by the Foundation. However, due to the knowledge of the local volunteer SCP-7451-P instances with the Foundation, various dangers the Foundation faced, including traps, ambushes, and ontokinetic attacks, was either avoided or mitigated. Finally, on 1200 1988/03/15, the South-East construction site was recaptured, placing all of the Site 44 construction site under the Foundation once more. Casualties were minimal on the Foundation's side, with 10 injuries and 1 death resulting from the disarmament. However, multiple casualties within the SCP-7451-P population were noted, with 20% of male adult SCP-7451-P instances dying due to the disarmaments, 30% of male adult SCP-7451-P instances dying due to further complications within the raid, 10% of juvenile SCP-7451-P instances dying, and 45% of juvenile SCP-7451-P instances being injured. After the Riots, more surveillance technology to monitor the various activities GOI-440-affiliated SCP-7451-P instances and other similar SCP-7451-P instances that demonstrate similar behaviours. The counter-memetic memes that Site 43 contributed was repurposed to boost the approval rating of the Foundation among SCP-7451-P instances. This was demonstrated in a survey post-Riots, where the approval rating of the Foundation changed from 1% of SCP-7451-P instances, to 65% of SCP-7451-P instances14. The Foundation has maintained the approval rating, with an acceptable margin of error. The Site 44 Construction Riots are remembered as a formative event in the history of the Site; there is a museum near the Foundation offices dedicated to a retelling of the events during the Riots, and various administrators like the Site Directors of both 43 and 44 will talk about the officials that made sure the other sectors were still in operation when the Riots were occurring. Due to the unique circumstances surrounding the Riots, a higher-than-average amount of Foundation Medal of Honours were distributed among Foundation members who participated in the disarmament of GOI-440. Canadian Site 44 See also: Site 44 (Canada) Expanding on the initial anomalous behaviour of SCP-7451, Site 44 is enveloped within a semantic field that renders individuals not part of the staff structure of Site 44 unable to find the precise location of Site 44 without prior knowledge of the location taught by the Foundation. Due to this unique constraint, Foundation Site Architects took inspiration from landmark-based urban planning theories like Traditional Chinese Medicine and Neoclassical-Mabean architecture to create a Site where navigation is done through using landmarks as an absolute reference. On the centre of the Site, serving as the landmark of Site 44, is SCP-7451. Due to the number of incarcerated individuals, a building beside SCP-7451 is being constructed to house a larger number of said individuals. The anomalous effect SCP-7451 exerts over the site is augmented with various Scranton Reality Buoys, while the range and strength of the anomalous influence is controlled by Scranton Reality Anchors. Site 44 is also divided into 4 sectors, each possessing their own landmark. In between the sectors are large highways that move supplies inside and outside the Site. Each road is named after the direction they are placed in. The North-West Sector is the residential area of Site 44. It is further divided in Foundation and civilian areas, with high populations of Fae and Yeren immigrants that live within it. A statue of a human Foundation official serves as the landmark of this sector, to commemorate the various workers that helped build Site 44. Within the sector are the houses, placed in a grid formation. The North-East Sector is the recreational sector, alongside serving as the testing area for applications and products made with Empyrean ice. A night market made up of various foreign street food like Mediterranean, English, and American food is the designated landmark of this area. Within the sector, various businesses that sell experimental products are placed in a grid formation. The South-West Sector is the main entrance and exit to Site 44. The administrative building where policies regarding Site 44 are passed is the designated landmark of this area. Within the sector, surrounding the landmark, are automated defence systems, in addition to an underground bunker where Foundation officials perform Foundation duties in. The South-East Sector is the industrial area of Site 44, serving as the Research and Development section of Site 44. The neomodern building where Foundation and civilian officials research various products related to Empyrean ice is the designated landmark in this sector. Within the sector, various traditional houses of the SCP-7451-P instances are placed on a grid formation. Effects of SCP-7451 on Site-44 Recently, the inherent effects within SCP-7451 have begun to strengthen and expand; during a routine patrol by some MTFs on 2010/10/25, some members got lost for 4 hours and were unable to return back to their quarters. During an inspection within the Research and Development Department, various hallucinatory effects including but not limited to auditory hallucinations of screams, visual hallucinations of bodies, and mass hysteria regarding a mass grave of SCP-7451-P bodies living under the south-east sector were reported on by MTFs. Subjects with a Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV) higher than 2.1 were able to resist the effect. It was soon discovered that the effects of SCP-7451 were strongest around the south-east sector; it is suspected that the high amount of Empyrean ice stored in there causes the extension of SCP-7451's effect within the sector, possibly in conjunction to the graveyard that resides within the sector. Thus, various relocation procedures were done to ensure that SCP-7451's effects were localized to the original area of SCP-7451. Although there was some opposition coming from various groups7 [unreliable source? ], including local SCP-7451-P instances, on the whole, the majority of residents within SCP-7451 including 90% of SCP-7451-P instances agreed to the relocation. It was also found that the installation of large SRAs causes SCP-7451's effects within the site to be minimized. Despite some protests within the local SCP-7451-P community, other citizens along with Foundation officials and other SCP-7451-P instances agreed to this procedure, citing various concerns regarding the destruction of the Site if SCP-7451's effects were left to spread. Furthermore, SCP-7451's effects expanded to memory manipulation; various employees within the Foundation, in particular a majority of SCP-7451-P instances, remember a falsified version of history where the Foundation created a pile of SCP-7451-P instances created from old SCP-7451-P instances that generates Empyrean ice[clearance locked ]. Although various amnestics were useful in erasing said memories, it was soon found that the education of the Foundation's role in assisting in the history of SCP-7451 and Site-44 was effective in reducing the memory manipulation effects of SCP-7451; thus, this file was soon created to teach the accurate history of both SCP-7451 and Site-44. Due to the quick efforts of the Site Director, the potential scenario of SCP-7451's effects harming Foundation officials was minimized. No such proof of a mass grave under the south-east sector of Site 44 was found[citation needed ][clearance locked ]. See also: Site-43 Bibliography 1. McDoctorate, P. Nov 2016. Obfuscation and Encryption of Semantic Concepts. Journal of Memetics, p. 17-24. 2. Eigenwaltz, G. Oct 1944. Weber-Schultz Test of Sentience. Journal of Abnormal Studies. 3. Seindel, B. Dec 1940. Weber-Bauer Sapience Exam for Abnormals. Journal on the Investigation of Abnormals. 4. Robertson, N. Dec 2012. Site-44 Statistics. Foundation Site Statistics, p. 136-150. 5. Shirley, A. Jul 1990. Interior Design History. Aesthetistician Analysis Zine, p. 37-39. 6. Sulijuq, I. Aug 2012. A Material Analysis of the Site 44 Construction Riots. Anomalous Philosophy and Worldview, p. 32-40. 7. Cook, F. Sept 2010. Survey on the Relocation of SCP-7451-P Burial Sites. Anomalous Philosophy and Worldview, p. 10-15. 8. Scranton, R. Jun 1943. Effects of Malfunctioning Scranton-Carl Reality Anchors on Various Abnormalities. Journal of Abnormal Science, p. 10-13 9. SCP Foundation. Internal Work Policy Regarding the Treatment of Anomalous Individuals and Groups. 10. Borges, J. Jan 2008. First-Hand Accounts of the Site 44 Construction Riot Work Encampments. Foundation-al Events — Analysis and Evaluation, p. 32-38. 11. Qanipaat, K. Mar 2008. An Investigation In The Alleged Mass Graves Pre-Construction Riots. Foundation-al Events — Analysis and Evaluation, p. 20-25. 12. Herrman, K. Feb 1950. A Biological Analysis of the Abnormalities Found Inside Area CND-IND. Biology of Abnormalities, p. 10-16. 13. Raynard, W. 1960. Various Strategies on the Memetic Control of Information Amongst Sentient and Sapient Abnormalities. Journal of Abnormal Science, p. 10-20. 14. John, K. Dec 1990. Foundation Area Statistics — Area CND-IND. Foundation Site Statistics, p. 200-210. 15. Cimmerian, J. Dec 1995. Ethics Committee Inquest on the Working Conditions of Area CND-IND. Ethics Committee Survey, p. 45-55. 16. Smithson, M. Jul 2000. SCP-7451 and Its Interior Design — A Response to Alexandra Shirley. Aesthetistician Analysis Zine, p. 37-39. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7451" by basirskipreader, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7451. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Footnotes 1. See Treaty of Hy-Brasil for a complete list of the agreements between the Foundation and countries within the EU and NATO.
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A magic bear skull tells a man the winning lottery numbers. SCP-7452: Last Minute Lottery Word Count: 1,200 Reading Time: 4 minutes ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item №: SCP-7452 Level 3/7452 Classified SCP-7452. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-56 Peter Palermo Dr. Gary Gleason N/A Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7452 is to be contained in an item locker at Site-56. Research is currently underway to identify a possible method to awaken SCP-7452 for experimentation. Description: SCP-7452 is the skull of an Ursus americanus (black bear) possessing an intense fluctuating signature of Elan-Vital Energy (EVE). The item was obtained from Eric Klammanski, designated PoI-7452. According to PoI-7452, when SCP-7452 is active, it possesses flames in its eye sockets and speaks in a deep, masculine voice. The item is allegedly able to predict future events including, but not limited to, games of chance. The user is required to sacrifice blood to SCP-7452 before soliciting it for predictions. Following its acquisition by the Foundation, SCP-7452 is presently dormant. A method of awakening it has not been determined due to a lack of knowledge held by PoI-7452 regarding such a process. Addendum: SCP-7452 was obtained in Kyuzhevitz, North Carolina, USA. Prior to containment, PoI-7452 attempted to use information gathered from the object to win the Super-Duper Millions Jackpot on July 18, 2014. A video was filmed by a bystander during the event and posted to social media; PoI-7452 admitted to the existence of SCP-7452 in this video, alerting Foundation webcrawlers. Site-56 personnel were dispatched and successfully detained PoI-7452. Following containment, the convenience store in which the aforementioned event occurred was identified. The store's security footage of the event was obtained successfully; the transcript below has been written with data gathered from both the security footage and the video filmed by the bystander. Transcript 7452-1 Location: Choi's Corner Market in Kyuzhevitz, NC, USA Date: July 18, 2014 Foreword: The Super-Duper Millions Jackpot draws its numbers every Friday at 22:00 EDT. <Begin Log> It is 21:50 EDT. PoI-7452 is waiting behind another customer at the cash register, fidgeting with a piece of paper. His right hand is bandaged. He continuously checks his wristwatch and wipes the sweat from his face. The customer in front of PoI-7452 finishes the transaction and walks away from the counter. The clerk, identified as store owner Kang-doo Choi, waves goodbye. Choi: Thank you, come again! Choi turns towards PoI-7452 as the latter approaches the counter with the paper. PoI-7452 grins as he sets the paper on the counter and claps his hands. PoI-7452: Choi, my man! You know the drill, one Super-Duper ticket my good sir. Choi frowns as PoI-7452 points at the paper. PoI-7452: I got the winning numbers right here, they're uh… PoI-7452 looks down at the paper. PoI-7452: Eight, six, seventy-five, thirty… PoI-7452 looks up at Choi, who is shaking his head. Choi: Eric, out of good conscience, I refuse to sell you any more lotto tickets. PoI-7452: Wha- how come?! Choi: You've spent thousands of dollars on the lotto. Scratchers, Super-Duper, Lucky Horseshoe, and every time you win nothing. PoI-7452: Okay, but now I know the numbers, Choi. I'll actually win now, just let me enter one last time! Choi: I will not indulge your addiction anymore, for your own good. PoI-7452: Sir, just- after this, after today, I'll be set for life! Please just sell me the ticket! Choi: No means no, Eric. PoI-7452 rubs his forehead and hair with his hands. PoI-7452: You know you're losing my money by refusing me service, right Choi? Choi looks at the line of customers behind PoI-7452, one of which is holding up a smartphone to film the event. Choi: I can survive without watching you suffer. There's paying customers behind you with places to be. PoI-7452 checks his watch. PoI-7452: Shit, nine fifty-four! PoI-7452 holds up the paper and points at it. PoI-7452: These numbers'll expire in six minutes! I need to play them now! Choi: Play them next week, today you take a break. PoI-7452: But Choi, I can't- I can't play them next week, I told you! Choi: Why not? PoI-7452 pauses to breathe and wipe his brow. PoI-7452: Look, uh… I found this bear skull, right? It was like a- a magic skull, it could talk to me and predict the future. I had to give it my blood… PoI-7452 shows Choi his bandaged hand. PoI-7452: …to get it to tell me today's lottery numbers. The problem is, after it told me, it fell asleep, and I don't know how to wake it up for next week's lottery. So that's how I got these numbers and why I need to use them today. Choi stares at PoI-7452. Choi: You need to see a doctor. PoI-7452: Wait- no, I'm not bullshitting, I promise! Just let me play one more time, sir! Please! PoI-7452 clasps his hands together. PoI-7452: Mister Choi, I beg you. Just one more game, then I'll never, ever play again. I'll give you twenty-five… thirty percent of the winnings. PoI-7452 leans forward towards Choi. PoI-7452: Just one more time, then I'll quit forever. Please sir, please. Choi looks behind PoI-7452 at the line of customers. He takes a deep breath. Choi: This will be your last lotto, Eric. What are the numbers again? PoI-7452 pumps his fists. PoI-7452: YES! Okay, uh… eight, six, seventy-five, thirty, and nine. Choi: …seventy-five, thirty-nine? PoI-7452: No, it's… PoI-7452 holds up the paper towards Choi and points at the numbers on it. PoI-7452: It's thirty, as in "three-zero", and then the last number is nine. Choi: Three-zero, and nine. Five dollars. PoI-7452 inserts his credit card into the card reader. It beeps twice. Choi: It declined. PoI-7452: NO!! PoI-7452 turns towards the line of customers behind him. PoI-7452: Can someone pay for me? I'll pay you back, I promise! The other customers snicker at PoI-7452. Customer 1: Get a job! PoI-7452: You don't get it! I found a magic skull and it told me today's lottery numbers! One more play and I'm set for life! Customer 2: Go see a shrink, you junkie! PoI-7452 scratches his head and looks at his watch. PoI-7452: Look, uh… I got a blanket and a pack of Newports in my car, I'll give them to you, just someone please help a brother out! Another customer checks her phone, then looks at PoI-7452. Customer 3: If I pay, will you finally leave? PoI-7452: Yes yes yes! Please! Customer 3 sighs and approaches the counter. She places her six-pack of beer on the counter, Choi scans it. Choi: With the lotto ticket, it's eleven ninety-seven. The customer inserts her credit card into the reader. It beeps once; Choi nods his head at PoI-7452. The lottery ticket is printed out, Choi hands it to PoI-7452, who examines it. PoI-7452: Nine fifty-nine! I fucking made it! Nine fifty-nine! PoI-7452 laughs as he pumps his fists in the air. Customer 3: Excuse me, my Newports? PoI-7452: Of course, of course! Thank you so, so, so much, ma'am! PoI-7452 looks at Choi. PoI-7452: And Choi, you're the man as always! Thank you for coming around! Customer 3 and PoI-7452 exit the store as the latter points at Choi. PoI-7452: As I promised, twenty percent! <End Log> Following this event, the winning numbers given by SCP-7452 were revealed to have been for the North Carolina Lucky Horseshoe Lottery, and not the Super-Duper Millions Jackpot. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7452" by Jiwoahn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7452. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: skully.jpg Name: Black bear skull 2 Author: Acroterion License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Slightly cropped from original
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I think they failed. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 5/7453 LEVEL 5/7453 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-7453 Keter Special Containment Procedures: Knowledge of factual information regarding SCP-7453 is to be significantly restricted among the Foundation below overseer clearance personnel, using amnestics. Unauthorized utilization of SCP-7453 by Foundation personnel, in the absence of proper credential verification and authorization, is grounds for termination. A select group of departments within the Foundation, namely the Departments of Tactical Theology, Department of Ontokinetics, and Applied Thaumaturgy, may study the anomaly while being heavily supervised. The study of SCP-7453-AΩ’s nature is prohibited. More information concerning SCP-7453-AΩ deal control can be found on the "Foundation / Global Coalition Clause of Thaumaturgic Sway." Update: Further utilization of SCP-7453 has been stopped indefinitely. Description: SCP-7453 is a thaumaturgical ritual "deal" between two sentient beings. When performed, the ritual will allow one thaumaturge practitioner (referred to as "giver") to share one or multiple occult capabilities with another being (referred to as "receiver"), even if already possessing such capabilities or not. SCP-7453 is one, if not the, simplest ritual in thaumaturgical history, having a single requirement: the acceptance of both beings to create the deal between each. This can be a verbal, written, non-verbal gesture, or telepathic agreement, with the potential for additional requirements1 at the discretion of the giver. A giver can have as many receivers as desired. If a receiver reproduces, the offspring has a possibility of receiving a slightly diminished version of the occult capability. The receiver can later become a giver themselves, offering the same magical ability acquired through SCP-7453. The receiver, now in possession of the occult energy, has to learn its proper use. The Foundation posits that the continued utilization of SCP-7453 over the course of history is likely responsible for the emergence of all individuals practicing thaumaturgy. Consequently, this hypothesis suggests that SCP-7453-AΩ potentially serves as the originating wellspring of all occult capabilities within both the human populace and other magic-able species. SCP-7453-AΩ serves as the presumed focal point from which all SCP-7453 deals originate. The exact identity of SCP-7453-AΩ remains undisclosed; various individuals and entities possessing significant influence have asserted their status as SCP-7453-AΩ, albeit without substantial verification. Despite this absence of conclusive evidence, prevailing consensus sources suggest that this anomaly represents an exceptionally ancient and potent divine entity. The thaumaturgical ritual known as "Rites of Solomon," classified as SCP-3457, is purported to grant the practitioner full control over SCP-7453-AΩ influence and deals. In effect, possessing all components allows the wielder to exercise complete authority over the distribution of thaumaturgic abilities among Homo populations. The rite itself was never fully completed. Addendum: In light of recent events, D.C. Al Fine, Under-Secretary-General of the Global Occult Coalition, has communicated the following to the Overseer Council of the Foundation. It's the year 1870. The aftermath of the Sixth Occult War had left behind a searing and indelible mark, a worldwide and extraordinarily brutal upheaval in the anomalous realm. The prospect of yet another conflict of this size filled the world with dread. A group of young yet promising German Thaumaturgists were searching for the existence of a solution. And not so long after, they became aware of the existence of God. A collective thought resonated among them: the imperative to bring about a definitive resolution. Their method was a complex and arcane ritual, an amalgamation of ancient texts, esoteric knowledge, and forbidden incantations. Many of them quit or even expired due to the size of such task. But after more than a decade of countless hard work, in the year 1882, they successfully created the weapon that would soon kill God, executed without a moment of hesitation. Initially, their assumption was that this act of deicide would erase all occult powers, thereby achieving the goal of a normal, non-anomalous society. They weren’t entirely wrong: Magic itself is disappearing among us, just way slower than expected, possibly due to the source being older than time. What we failed to grasp at first is that this entity wasn't the source of thaumaturgy. This group's actions played a pivotal role in shaping the events that ultimately led to the establishment of the Allied Occult Initiative, which in turn paved the way for the UNGOC as you know it today. We classified the being as LTE-0913-Ex-Machina, and realized much later what we truly did: God was the stabilizer of occult power, allowing us to freely use it through those "deals." You’ve noticed, we all have. The anomalous is growing stronger by the day. Our reality is struggling to not fail as anomalies of any kind multiply out of control. Organizations of the abnormal, no matter how powerful we currently are, won’t stay for long if this continues. And unfortunately for us, it will. We have fucked up. This is probably the best way to describe what might be the worst mistake of all mankind. The metaphysical corpse of the divinity is slowly decaying. Magic is not truly disappearing; it just stops being controlled. We can continue making these deals for now, but it won't be possible indefinitely. In the coming years, occult powers will fade, dissipating throughout our world and transforming into increasingly chaotic anomalous phenomena that will greatly affect our society for the worse. I, myself, have made thousands of these deals. Some that are even allowing me to breathe still to this day, an ability which I fear to lose possibly soon. We have fucked up. Badly. I did not send this for forgiveness; after hiding this for too long, we all know we are way past that point now. We've spent the last century trying to fix our past mistakes without even any hints of hope. What I want to do is ask you, Foundation, to stay strong. I do not believe the following years will improve, but even so, we must remain firm in this godless world. Because that's what we do. While the path ahead may be fraught with uncertainty and chaos, I assure you the GOC will do everything to protect this universe by your side, if you will. I would have finished this with "May God help us all," but even my sarcasm has its limits in these rough times. I'm sorry. God, I am so sorry. The Foundation's response to the revelation of the unilateral termination of SCP-7453-AΩ, circa 1882, in an attempt to eradicate all Occult power is currently awaiting deliberation and a vote by the O5 Council. Footnotes 1. Such as losing something valuable to the receiver, committing displeasing acts, blood oath, geographical constraint, or amount of occult power already acquired. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7453" by Felixou, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7453. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Image 1 Filename: dcaf(1).png Name: D. C. Al Fine Signature Author: Aelanna License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: The SCP Wiki Thumbnail Filename: deal.png Author: Felixou License: CC BY-SA 3.0
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Item#: 7454 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7454 is contained within Site-17's anomalous humanoid containment wing in a standard humanoid containment chamber furnished with all essential amenities. The chamber is to be fitted with no less than two (2) Scranton Reality Anchors which may be activated or deactivated dependent on SCP-7454's cooperation. SCP-7454's chamber is to be checked daily for any new additions, and said additions are to be removed pending disciplinary action and activation of SRAs SCP-7454 has agreed to only create new additions after a request is filed as part of its good behaviour conditions. All requests are to be reviewed solely by Dr. Iszth for approval or denial. SCP-7454 is currently cooperating with Foundation staff in exchange for psychological and gender-affirming treatment. As a part of this agreement, SCP-7454 has agreed to not utilise its abilities outside of its chamber and as such has been allowed limited free movement through the facility. Any infraction on this agreement may be met with revocation of applied benefits and activation of SRAs. Edit by Dr. Iszth: As of 07/08/2021, all staff interacting with SCP-7454 are to refer to him as 'Isaac' as a part of the current containment agreement. Under no circumstances are any staff to refer to SCP-7454 as 'Aphrodite' or mention Aphrodite or SCP-7454's past to any degree. Any staff member doing so will face disciplinary action. Any Foundation member breaking this rule on a regular basis will face possible reassignment or potentially contract termination. This is not optional, people. These procedures are in place as a compulsory ongoing method of containment. If anyone refuses to comply, they will answer to me directly. I will not repeat myself.- Dr. Iszth Description: SCP-7454 is an entity currently taking the form of a tan-skinned male in their mid 20s. SCP-7454 has displayed the ability to warp reality to a significantly high degree, often using this ability to transform people and objects in its surroundings into fantastical alterations for its own amusement or when in an enraged state. SCP-7454 has shown full control over these abilities, whose full extent is currently unknown. SCP-7454 claims to be claims to have once been the Greek Goddess of love, beauty, and sex, known as 'Aphrodite', although SCP-7454 seems to reject this name and moniker, often reacting negatively when referred to as such. SCP-7454 suffers from a number of disorders such as depression, substance abuse, bipolar disorder, and gender dysphoria. It is currently presumed that the majority of these issues are a result of the established identity and worship of 'Aphrodite' clashing directly with SCP-7454's preferred identity, appearance, and gender. Addendum-7454-A: Discovery and Capture SCP-7454 was encountered during a routine surveillance operation in the township of A████, Nebraska U.S.A. on 21/07/2021. The town held a long-standing pagan belief system influenced by an encounter with an anomalous PoI. A single agent was embedded in the township to report any anomalous occurrences, of which there had been none reported before the encounter with SCP-7454. Note: SCP-7454 apparently has no relation to the PoI in question, and its arrival in A████ seems to be purely coincidental. RECOVERY LOG: SCP-7454 21/07/2021 Foreword: Agent Samuels was embedded in the township of A████ to follow up on any occurrences brought about by interaction with an anomalous PoI. The township had recently begun celebrating "Aphrodisia1" with the entire community engaging in festivities involving feasting, revelry, and displays of love and affection. Agent Samuels participated in the festival for one hour before the first sighting of SCP-7454. Note: The following timeline of events was pieced together from footage from security cameras, phones, and Agent Samuels' body cam, as well as from first-hand accounts. [BEGIN LOG] 11:32:00 The Festival begins with crowds gathering to watch parades of fancifully-dressed performers march through the street. Music is playing constantly along with petals and flowers being tossed across the parade. The crowd appears to be enjoying the festivities and feasting. 12:38:21 SCP-7454 is first spotted walking down a side street towards the town centre. Its gait is uneven, indicating heavy intoxication. It appears dishevelled and is drinking from a bottle in a brown paper bag. 12:42:32 SCP-7454 enters the town square and pushes through a crowd of onlookers and into the middle of the square where a sculpture of Aphrodite covered in flowers and wreaths is being prayed to. 12:44:12 SCP-7454 takes a large drink from the bottle (presumed to be alcoholic) before unzipping its pants and urinating on the statue's legs between two worshippers. 12:45:01 The crowd moves away from SCP-7454 as two large men walk up to and attempt to speak to SCP-7454 with the apparent intent to stop the disruption. 12:45:53 SCP-7454 pushes the men away before climbing up onto the sculpture, hanging from its neck. SCP-7454 then proceeds to shout over the crowd saying "Look at you all, praying to some chick like she gives a shit about your problems! But hey I can hardly blame you, she's got some pretty nice tits!" before throwing the bottle at one of the men, hitting them in the groin area before they fall over. 12:47:23 The music is stopped and the crowd is now centred around SCP-7454, along with Agent Samuels, as police and onlookers attempt to get SCP-7454 down from the sculpture. 12:52:21 After failing to remove SCP-7454 from the sculpture, the crowd has begun to yell and throw objects at SCP-7454. SCP-7454 responds by shouting "Fine, you want a real party? Let's party!" before snapping its fingers, resulting in a flash of light. 12:53:59 The statue suddenly begins to move and appears to now be made of flesh. It stands up as SCP-7454 jumps off onto the podium where it stood. The statue stands looking over the crowd which is now silent. 12:57:23 The statue lets out a loud noise akin to a burp before vomiting a torrent of liquid (determined to be red wine) onto the onlookers. The crowd begins screaming and scattering. SCP-7454 throws a shoe at the speakers built into the podium, causing them to play 'Footloose' by Kenny Loggins on loop. It is at this point that Agent Samuels calls in for backup. 13:04:21 The crowd continues to run about in confusion as the present police force move in to apprehend SCP-7454. SCP-7454 points to a nearby petting zoo, causing dozens of chickens to transform into large chicken-human hybrids. These entities then run into the police officers, biting at their posteriors. Several shots are fired, none of which stop the chicken creatures. 13:06:43 SCP-7454 dances through the wine pouring from the statue entity and kicks a football into a nearby building. The building suddenly turns into a gelatinous pink material with several individuals caught inside2. 13:08:42 Three more officers rush SCP-7454. One officer draws their service pistol and orders SCP-7454 to freeze. A large pile of snow manifests from an unknown source above the officers and falls on them, burying two of them and rendering them incapacitated. 13:08:59 SCP-7454 pulls the remaining officer close and kisses them on the lips. When the officer pulls away, they spontaneously liquify into a puddle of blue fluid. The puddle still retains the officer's face in its centre mass, which lets out a gargling scream when it is washed away by the torrent of wine. 13:10:32 Agent Samuels runs into the square as people rush to the side streets, running from the chicken entities. The statue entity attempts to stand but slips on the wine flooding the streets and falls back into the food banquet. 13:10:21 SCP-7454 takes notice of people fleeing and points to a street filled with civilians. SCP-7454 makes a gun firing motion as all the civilians' clothes are blown off. The clothes then animate and begin running after people still wearing clothes and attempting to remove them. 13:13:12 Agent Samuels aims their gun at SCP-7454 and attempts to fire, but instead [REDACTED] begins to spray from the barrel. Agent Samuels tosses the gun away as SCP-7454 can be heard saying "Aww, it's okay, love, happens to the best of us" and taking another drink out of a new bottle of alcohol (it is unknown where SCP-7454 obtained this bottle). 13:14:01 Agent Samuels attempts to rush SCP-7454 but trips over a chicken entity. SCP-7454 laughs and yells an obscene joke about 'falling for [REDACTED]' and turns its attention to the cake on the smashed banquet table. 13:17:21 SCP-7454 prods the cake with its finger, causing it to grow into a 2-metre-tall humanoid entity made of cake. The entity then moves over to Agent Samuels and says "This should be a piece of cake" before lunging at Agent Samuels who engages it in hand-to-hand combat. 13:18:01 The large statue entity can be heard snoring and is presumed to be unconscious. People can be seen chasing their clothes through the streets as an animate wooden horse (of unknown origin) chases after another police officer while making robotic neighing noises. SCP-7454 moves to a back alley behind the banquet table and out of sight. 13:20:21 Agent Samuels gains the upper hand against the cake entity and manages remove both its legs and arms, rendering it immobile. The cake entity is heard saying "Alright, we'll call it a draw," before Agent Samuels moves to look for SCP-7454 A detachment of agents arrives at the scene at this point and moves to help contain the situation. Around 50 gelatinous entities emerge from the transformed building and charge the agents. The agents respond by opening fire. 13:23:02 Agent Samuels moves to the alley where SCP-7454 was seen leaving, tripping over a swarm of chicken entities, kicking several to the side. The entities can be heard screaming as they were kicked. 13:25:21 The agents have managed to dispatch the gelatinous individuals with relative ease and rush through the crowd of nude individuals and chicken hybrids to where Agent Samuels is standing. Together they enter the alleyways. 13:26:12 The agents discover SCP-7454 unconscious in the alleyway. SCP-7454 has a bottle in its hand and its pants around its ankles. It is thought SCP-7454 passed out while urinating. 13:44:54 SCP-7454 is detained. Agents return to round up civilians and terminate or capture any anomalous entities remaining. Cleanup crews are dispatched and civilians are amnesticised. 13:46:52 SCP-7454 is moved to the closest SCP facility in R████. [END LOG] SCP-7454 was placed in a temporary containment chamber fitted with a portable Scranton Reality Anchor before it could be moved to a more permanent location. Addendum-7454-B: Interview Logs SCP-7454 awoke approximately 18 hours later in a state of confusion. After being informed that it was detained for the incident, SCP-7454 proceeded to abuse Foundation staff. While it is presumed that SCP-7454 attempted to use its powers to cause another incident, it would seem that the effects of the SRA implemented in its chamber (in addition to SCP-7454's extremely hungover state) prevented any effects from manifesting. During standard intake procedure, SCP-7454 claimed that they did nothing wrong due to the festival 'being a festival in their name'. When questioned further on this SCP-7454 did not elaborate; however, it was inferred from this interaction that SCP-7454 was claiming to be the Greek Goddess 'Aphrodite'. In light of this, Dr. Iszth, a researcher under the Department of Mythology and Folkloristics, was tasked with interviewing SCP-7454 in an attempt to learn more. Interview SCP-7454-1 Date: 22/07/2021 Interviewer: Dr. Iszth Subject: SCP-7454 Notes: SCP-7454 was relatively cooperative with Foundation staff following the intake procedure. The extent of SCP-7454's abilities was still unknown at this time, so several precautions had been taken to ensure that any reality bending effects would remain minimal. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Iszth: This is Dr. Iszth, Department of Mythology and Folkloristics, conducting an interview of anomalous humanoid SCP-7454. SCP-7454 was discovered during routine surveillance of the township of A████. How are you feeling, SCP-7454? SCP-7454: Oh, I'm sorry, are you talking to me? I thought maybe you were talking to the table or something since you're just rattling off numbers like I'm a fucking piece of furniture. Dr. Iszth: Apologies, it's part of the job. Would you prefer if I called you Aphrodi- [At this point, the containment chamber begins to shake as SCP-7454 glares at Dr. Iszth. It is possible that the portable SRA may only partially dampen SCP-7454's reality-bending abilities, which are amplified when SCP-7454 is in an emotional state.] Dr. Iszth: Noted… perhaps for now we will refer to you with the moniker of 'Subject'. [The shaking ceases as SCP-7454 looks away] SCP-7454: Fine. Dr. Iszth: Very well. Now tell me, Subject. Why were you in the township of A████ yesterday? SCP-7454: To partake in the local baked goods. Dr. Iszth: Baked goods? SCP-7454: Yeah, they make these killer donuts there, filled to the brim with jam and cream, just the best. Dr. Iszth: Right… and the giant naked woman and chicken people? SCP-7454: Oh, that? Just trying to have some fun at the party. It was so boring with all the flowers and scented candles, thought they would enjoy some good old-fashioned chaos. Dr. Iszth: And you definitely weren't attempting to ruin the festival at all, right? [SCP-7454 leans forward over the desk] SCP-7454: Listen, fucknut, the festival was technically MY festival. If they didn't want the literal body that they worship so fucking hard to show up, why on Earth would they even bother setting the damn thing up? They have all these fucking marble statues and pretty dresses wishing for love and beauty, but when a literal god of love shows up and whips their [REDACTED] out it's suddenly heretical? How fucking ignorant can you be? Dr. Iszth: SC- Subject, please try to calm down. We're just trying to understand who and what you are. We don't want any more incidents to occur. SCP-7454: Oh I'm sorry, it's not like you already told me who I was at the start of this fucking interview, huh? Dr. Iszth: Right, so you claim to be the Greek Goddess of Love, Aphrodite, correct? SCP-7454: Call me that again. See what happens. Dr. Iszth: But that's what you claimed, didn't you? You claimed you were the one they set up the festival for, that would be Aphrodite, am I right? SCP-7454: Stop. It. Dr. Iszth: Why? Do you really hate the name 'Aphrodite' that much? [SCP-7454 lunges across the desk towards Dr. Iszth who manages to back away as armed guards enter the room to subdue SCP-7454. Dozens of large beetles3 crawl out from inside Dr. Iszth's coat which they promptly remove. These beetles were later captured and determined to be non-anomalous, albeit abnormally large. They are believed to originate from SCP-7454.] [END LOG] In light of the previous incidents, SCP-7454 was moved to a more permanent containment chamber fitted with two stationary Scranton Reality Anchors to prevent the effects of SCP-7454's abilities. After three days in containment with no further incidents, SCP-7454 was asked to conduct another interview with Dr. Iszth. SCP-7454 had seemingly calmed down after the outburst and agreed. Interview SCP-7454-2 Date: 26/07/2021 Interviewer: Dr. Iszth Subject: SCP-7454 Notes: Despite the previous incident and the dangers present, it would appear that SCP-7454 was unable to overpower the combined effects of two concurrent SRAs. In light of this, Dr. Iszth was allowed to continue interviews with armed supervision. Dr. Iszth: This is Dr. Iszth, conducting a follow-up interview with SCP-7454. SCP-7454 has agreed to be referred to as 'Subject', and will be referred to as such for the rest of this interview. So, Subject, feel better after your little tantrum? SCP-7454: Watch it, or I'll make them centipedes next time. Dr. Iszth: Oh? It was my understanding that you were struggling to overcome our countermeasures. Is that not true? SCP-7454: Whatever the fuck you've done to me, it can't last forever. It's giving me a splitting headache and I feel like shit, but I swear I'll turn your skin inside out as soon as it wears off. Dr. Iszth: We'll have to see, then, won't we? [Both SCP-7454 and Dr. Iszth are silent for two minutes.] Dr. Iszth: Alright look, maybe we got off on the wrong foot. I am simply here to gain a clear understanding of the situation, but if you continue to react negatively to me asking questions about your past, then these interviews are going to take forever. [SCP-7454 lets out a deep sigh and hangs its head.] SCP-7454: Fine… ask your questions. Dr. Iszth: Right. So firstly, are you the Greek Goddess Aphrodite? [SCP-7454 visibly recoils] SCP-7454: What do you think? Dr. Iszth: Okay, why were you at the festival in A████? SCP-7454: I was there because I wanted to mess with those idiots for worshipping something so stupid. Dr. Iszth: They were there to worship you though, weren't they? SCP-7454: They were there to worship a two-thousand-year-old image of a pretty lady with her fucking tits out, hoping she would help them bang their cousins or whatever it is rural towns in this country do. Dr. Iszth: So you don't agree with this portrayal? SCP-7454: I tried to move on hundreds of years ago, tried to escape the idea that I was supposed to be this marble statue of perfection that my family had perpetuated throughout the centuries. Dr. Iszth: Family? Do you mean the other gods? SCP-7454: They were all so fucking hung up on the fact that if tried to be different to the image they had built up, it would ruin their perfect little world. They kept saying to me "why would you want to be this lowly man when you're the most beautiful woman on Earth?". Even my own son told me I should be proud and grateful to be who I was, as I was 'the Goddess of motherhood'. Spoilt little shit has mommy issues… you know I wasn't even allowed to wear clothes back then? Because my body was 'so beautiful' my family and worshippers expected me to be nude all the time, just so they could bask in the presence of the perfect woman. Dr. Iszth: So you decided to leave and change yourself to fit a new image closer to who you wanted to be, and yet the world still saw you as this goddess of feminine beauty. Your followers refused to accept the fact that the body they worship was transgender and instead chose to ignore your preferred gender identity in favour of this image. SCP-7454: Transgender? Gender identity? What the fuck are you talking about? Dr. Iszth: You mean you don't-? I expected you of all people would know what transgender means. Well, in any case, have you tried to change your family's point of view? SCP-7454: Tried? Dude, I pretty much waged war on the idea for decades. I burned temples, started new cults, even got rid of that stupid library just to try and start fresh. Dr. Iszth: Library? Wait- SCP-7454: I spent so long trying to force change on these droves of believers that my own family had to intervene to try and stop an upheaval of their entire established religion, smiting anyone who actually cared. My son even doubled down on the idea, creating more and more new faiths across the world that all worship this beautiful and/or motherly figure of love or whatever because the boy has such deep-seated issues he'd rather make a thousand more imitations of his 'mother dearest' before fucking listening to me. Dr. Iszth: Your son- SCP-7454: Venus, Hathor, Mary, Freyja, he made or adopted so many that no matter what I tried there was still swathes of people out there worshipping at least some image of me so that it would be impossible to to change even the slightest amount of the status quo. There would always be a 'sex goddess' always a 'mother deity' always a 'symbol of beauty' and it was always. Connected. To me. Dr. Iszth: I-… Mary? [SCP-7454 slams its fist on the desk before continuing.] SCP-7454: Do you know how hard it is to have millions of people worship you so intensely that they end up ignoring you? Or worse, treat the person they worship as heretical? Burning down anything they don't like? That they don't believe? That they can't believe? No one listens. No one cares. No one ever fucking… just… [SCP-7454 begins to cry before grabbing at its hair and laying its head on the desk. Both Dr. Iszth and SCP-7454 are silent for three minutes.] Dr. Iszth: I think we should end this here for today, don't you agree, Subject? [SCP-7454 does not respond.] Dr. Iszth: Alright, this is Dr. Iszth concluding the second interview with SCP-7454. [END LOG] Due to the continued hostility of SCP-7454, its containment chamber was kept under the constant effects of the SRAs. Due to the latent issues inherent in utilising this technology for extended periods, it is suggested that a more permanent solution be pursued as soon as possible. Continued interviews are to be conducted with the eventual goal of simpler containment methods. Interview SCP-7454-3 Date: 28/07/2021 Interviewer: Dr. Iszth Subject: SCP-7454 Notes: SCP-7454 had not shown any ability to overcome the implemented containment procedures even when enraged. As such, Dr. Iszth was allowed to continue with the interviewing process with less supervision, although an armed presence was still recommended. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Iszth: This is Dr. Iszth, performing a third interview with SCP-7454. How are you feeling today SCP- sorry, Subject. SCP-7454: Terrible. Dr. Iszth: Care to elaborate? SCP-7454: Fucking terrible. Dr. Iszth: Uh huh… and why is that? SCP-7454: My head has been killing me for days. I stand up and I'm so dizzy I just fall over. I can't move, I can't think, I can't do anything. Whatever you did to me, it's just getting worse. Dr. Iszth: I see… so the effects of the SRAs seem to be taking a toll on you physically. SCP-7454: SRAs? Dr. Iszth: Never mind. Let's see if we can come to some kind of agreement that benefits us both, yes? If you cooperate with me today and in future, then perhaps we can update your protocols so the effect is lessened or maybe even removed. SCP-7454: Fine. Dr. Iszth: Alright, so, we've established who you are and where you came from, but I want to hear more about your family. SCP-7454: What about them? Dr. Iszth: If I'm correct, your family is just as powerful as you, if not more so. This makes them highly dangerous anomalies that we cannot allow to run amok. Do you know where they might be located currently? SCP-7454: No clue. Dr. Iszth: Okay, do you know what they're capable of? SCP-7454: Pretty much anything. Dr. Iszth: Sure, and how many of them are there? SCP-7454: Too many to count. Dr. Iszth: You said you would cooperate, Subject. I can't do anything for you if you don't give me something. SCP-7454: What do you want from me? I haven't seem them in hundreds of years. They could be anywhere doing anything and have probably sired hundreds or thousands more children. It's not like we're on close terms anymore, I don't keep track of them. [SCP-7454 places its head in its hands and groans.] SCP-7454: Listen, can you just… stop doing whatever it is you're doing to me. Dr. Iszth: I can't do that. Your abilities are dangerous and if we were to deactivate the SRAs you could potentially escape and cause more problems. If you cooperate, we might be able to help, but like I said we need more. SCP-7454: I don't have anything to give you! Please it… it just.. hurts so fucking much. Dr. Iszth: I'm… sorry, Subject, but we can't- [SCP-7454 collapses out its chair and onto the floor. Blood is pouring from its nose and it appears unresponsive.] Dr. Iszth: Subject? Subject, can you hear me? Aphrodite? Shit, get medical in here now! [END LOG] After SCP-7454 collapsed, medical teams were rushed to the containment chamber in order to administer emergency medical care. Dr. Iszth instructed staff to immediately deactivate the SRAs containing SCP-7454 against procedure. After the SRAs were deactivated, SCP-7454 remained in a comatose state for roughly one week before awakening. Upon awakening, Dr. Iszth was immediately contacted to perform an interview. Interview SCP-7454-4 Date: 4/08/2021 Interviewer: Dr. Iszth Subject: SCP-7454 Notes: SCP-7454 had been receiving medical care within its containment cell when it awoke. Dr. Iszth was contacted and immediately moved to conduct an interview with SCP-7454 under heavy supervision of armed guards. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Iszth: Hello, Subject. Are you feeling any better? SCP-7454: A bit. What's with the army? Dr. Iszth: They're here in case you decide to do anything rash. We have deactivated the SRAs temporarily to help you recover, but if you attempt to use your abilities in any way they will be reactivated, understand? SCP-7454: Yeah, I get it. Cooperate or suffer. You sound like my family. Dr. Iszth: Subject, listen, we might be the big scary government organisation here but we're not out to make your life a living hell. Our goal is to simply secure, contain, and protect the anomalous in order to preserve the world from chaos. Right now, you are cooperating with us so we don't need to activate the SRAs. If you continue to do this then we can keep them offline. SCP-7454: And what do I have to do to stop you from nearly killing me? Dr. Iszth: Cooperate, it's that simple. Don't use your abilities without authorisation and stay within the confines of the facility. SCP-7454: Is that it? Dr. Iszth: That's it. SCP-7454: Fine. Just please, keep those seizure machines off. Dr. Iszth: Very well. I will update your containment procedures to reflect this new agreement. Remember this is contingent on you not utilising your abilities. SCP-7454: I get it. Dr. Iszth: Excellent. Once you've recovered we'll schedule more interviews. [Dr. Iszth stands and moves to leave] SCP-7454: Iszth. [Dr. Iszth stops and turns to SCP-7454] Dr. Iszth: Yes? SCP-7454: You said a while back that I was 'Transgender'. What does that mean? Dr. Iszth: Oh, well, it means you identify as a different gender to the one you were assigned at birth. It's a fairly common occurrence among the population. Nowadays the world has a lot deeper understanding of transgenderism and gender identity. SCP-7454: Gender identity? Dr. Iszth: Yes, it's the gender you feel you are as a person, rather than the one you physically appear as or are treated as. Although those aren't mutually exclusive, of course. [SCP-7454 remains silent] Dr. Iszth: Is there anything else, Subject? SCP-7454: No. I think… I just want to rest. Dr. Iszth: Very well, I'll conclude this interview. [END LOG] After the previous interview concluded, SCP-7454 remained cooperative with Foundation personnel even without utilising SRAs to inhibit its abilities. Following the discussion with Dr. Iszth, SCP-7454 asked for materials pertaining to transgenderism and gender identity; in light of its good behaviour, this was summarily granted. After three days in recovery, SCP-7454 requested another interview with Dr. Iszth, which was granted. Interview SCP-7454-5 Date: 07/08/2021 Interviewer: Dr. Iszth Subject: SCP-7454 Notes: SCP-7454 has requested this interview and has been cooperating with Foundation staff more readily after the last interview. It is recommended that mutual cooperation should remain the goal in light of the SRAs' effects on SCP-7454 and the inherent complications of long-term usage. Dr. Iszth: This is Dr. Iszth participating in a requested interview by SCP-7454. SCP-7454 will be referred to as 'Subject' for the entirety of this interview. Hi Subject, how are we feeling today? SCP-7454: I'm not sure. Dr. Iszth: You're not sure? Why is that? SCP-7454: I just spent the last few days on the books and videos I was given and to be honest, I don't know how I'm supposed to feel or who I'm supposed to be anymore. Dr. Iszth: Did the materials provided help in any way? SCP-7454: They did but… Listen, Iszth- Dr. Iszth: You can call me Riley. SCP-7454: Right, Riley. You told me I might be transgender and that it was pretty common among people, right? Well, in those videos there were just tons of people, ordinary people that have been going through all this and it's the exact same thing I've been dealing with for hundreds of years now and I… I think maybe… you were right. Dr. Iszth: Oh, that's really good to hear, Subject. I'm happy for you. SCP-7454: Yeah, but… It still doesn't change the fact that those imbeciles out there still worship the idea of this ideal and perfect woman, while no one will listen to a word I fucking say. Dr. Iszth: Well, in your case I imagine it's even more likely to cause distress considering the literal state of worship, but can I suggest something? SCP-7454: May as well. Dr. Iszth: Why don't you instead leave it behind? Abandon the idea and identity of her completely and make a new one for yourself? SCP-7454: A new identity? Just like… start over? After it's been so long it'd be so… hard. I mean, you've been asking so much about my past and my family, how am I supposed to move on when part of the deal is that I keep revisiting it all? Like, where am I even supposed to begin? Dr. Iszth: How about a name? SCP-7454: A name? Dr. Iszth: Yes. Think about a name that fits you better than your dead name, and introduce yourself as that. Hardly anyone actually 'knows' you as a person other than your family, so if you begin to build a life as yourself instead trying to change the world's views, then perhaps you can live a life you want to instead of being trapped by this old and outdated image. [SCP-7454 remains silent.] Dr. Iszth: Listen, as I've said before we might be the government agency type, but we're not so cold and foolish as to make our jobs harder and cause you undue suffering over something so trivial as a name. If you continue to cooperate with us like you have been, we may be able to provide the support you need to begin transitioning. [SCP-7454 remains silent] Dr. Iszth: Subject? [SCP-7454 lays its head on its arms and begins to cry. Dr. Iszth breaks protocol and moves to the other side of the desk to speak with SCP-7454; they are later reprimanded for this action.] Dr. Iszth: Look, we here at the Foundation have access to a wide variety of specialists in every field. Say the word, and provided you continue to cooperate with us and our goals, I can provide you with regular meetings with a Gender Specialist who can help you transition properly. [SCP-7454 continues to cry and lifts its head up to look at Dr. Iszth.] Dr. Iszth: Would you like me to make the call? [SCP-7454 wipes the tears from its face and nods in agreement.] Dr. Iszth: Alright. [Dr. Iszth smiles at SCP-7454, and moves back to the other side of the desk.] Dr. Iszth: I'll arrange for you to see a regular specialist and update your procedures so that no mention of Aphrodite will be made in reference to you or around you. The SRAs will remain disabled and you will be given limited freedom around the facility so long as you do not manifest your abilities, understood? [SCP-7454 nods in agreement.] Dr. Iszth: Perfect. I am glad you called for this interview today, Subject. Hopefully we can continue working together going forward. SCP-7454: Isaac. Dr. Iszth: Pardon? SCP-7454: My name. It's Isaac. [Dr. Iszth smiles again before moving to leave] Dr. Iszth: It was nice speaking with you, Isaac. I'll see you when we organise a time for another Interview. SCP-7454: Thank you, Riley. [END LOG] Following the interviews, SCP-7454 was scheduled for regular meetings with both Dr. Iszth and Dr. Hannigan, an experienced Gender Specialist hired by the Foundation. No further major incidents involving SCP-7454's reality-bending abilities have been recorded, and Dr. Hannigan reports SCP-7454 has made steady progress in its treatment. Footnotes 1. A celebration focused on Aphrodite, celebrating all aspects of the Goddess with an entire month of festivities. 2. These individuals were later freed and were apparently able to breathe despite being fully encased. 3. Later identified as Lygaeus saxatilis or 'Cretan Soldier Beetles'. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7454" by Iszth, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7454. 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close Info X SCP-7455: Silent Colonies by AnActualCrow & JakdragonX ⚠️ Content warning: Self-harm. ⚠️ content warning From: Jason Ridely ([email protected]) To: Charles Wadeson ([email protected]) CC: SCP-7455 Research Team ([email protected]); Subject: RE:RE:RE: Database Alarm/Documentation Update (IMPORTANT!) Hello Team, As mentioned in our earlier discussions, an automated alarm has been activated due to several incomplete SCP-7455 drafts in our database. Timestamps indicate that this slot hasn't been touched in months, despite Overwatch being told otherwise. Superiors have escalated this as an immediate priority as we are unable to de-activate the database alarm without these files. Please have a member attach all available documentation to this email as soon as possible. Thank you in advance. NOTE: Per standard protocol, please also add an appropriate voice memo of confirmation to a new email and forward it to this chain. scp_7455.zip (Unzipped) This file should be available to staff members level 3 or below who are unaffiliated with Provisional Site-188. Do not include this note when providing SCP-7455-related documentation. SCP-7455 ██ █ ████ ██ █████████ ███ █████ ██ █████, ██████ █████ ███████ abnormal parasitic behavior. A colony of SCP-7455 ███████ ██████ ██ █████████ ███████ ███ ██████████ █████ ██ ███ ████ ███ entering the skull (███████ ██ █████, ████ █████████ █████ █████ ██ ████████). Once inside the skull, ████████ █████ ████ ████████ ████ ███ █████ █████ ██████ █████ ██ ███ ████ ████████ █████████. ████ ████████ ███ ████ ████ ███████████ ██████, ███ still allows automatic functions such as breathing and consciousness. ████ ████ ███████ ████████ █████ ███████, █████ ████████ ████ ██ █████ ████ ███ ██████ ███████████ ██████. ███ ███████████ ██████ allows access to the spinal cord, █████ ██ ██████████ ██ ███████ ██████ ██ ███████ ███ ██████ ████████. ██ ████ █████, the host has been fully infected, and is reclassified as an instance of SCP-7455-1. SCP-7455-1 instances ████ ███████ ██ ███████ ███ ██████ █████ ███████, blend into human society, and discreetly infect others. █████ ██████████ █████████ ███ ███████ ██ ██████████ ████ █████ █████████, ████ ███ incapable of replicating complex motor functions. █████ ███████ (███ ███ ███ ███████ ██) speaking, writing by hand, and operating motor vehicles. ███████ █████ ███████████, ██████████ █████████ ███ still able to understand ████████ ███ ████ on keyboards. < 20:49 > Researcher Doyle is present at her workstation. She swallows a pill with some coffee. < 01:04 > Researcher Doyle is asleep at her workstation. < 01:19 > Researcher Doyle wakes up. She rubs her nose with considerable effort. Camera footage is unable to determine if there is blood on her finger. < 01:20 > Doyle forcefully opens a desk drawer and begins searching through its contents. < 01:22 > After throwing the majority of the drawer's contents to the ground, Doyle retrieves a metal key. She is unable to hold the key between her fingers, accidentally dropping it into the drawer and onto the floor several times. Doyle puts the key in her palm and balls her hand into a fist. She appears to yell. < 01: 23 > Doyle gets out of her chair, placing her hand on the desk to support herself. She shuffles into the hallway with considerable effort. Yelling continues. Doyle begins to move towards the wall-mounted alarm system at the other end of the hallway, leaning against the wall for support. < 01:25 > Doyle loses her balance and falls onto the linoleum floor, dropping the key. It comes to a stop at the center of the hallway. Doyle appears to momentarily pause and yell. She crawls along her belly and retrieves the key before crawling back to the wall. < 01:26 > Doyle reaches the alarm system. A button is encased in clear plastic, which can be removed using her key. She holds the key with both hands, propping herself against the wall with her head and left shoulder. With great difficulty, she attempts to insert the key into the keyhole. Due to hair falling over her face, camera footage is unable to determine if she is sobbing. < 01:27 > The key is partially inserted into the lock. Researcher Doyle is no longer yelling. Researcher Doyle has stopped moving. < 01:35 > Researcher Doyle's left shoulder twitches. < 01:41 - 01:49 > Starting from the head and continuing down the body, several muscles tense and release in succession. Doyle does not lose balance. < 01:49 > Doyle steps back from the wall, maintaining her balance. Her body language no longer appears distressed. She retrieves the key from the lock, returning to and reorganizing her workstation. < 01:50 > Doyle returns to work, occasionally pausing to wipe tears off of her keyboard. Her eyes briefly glance towards an ant crawling along her monitor. < 01:58 > Doyle clocks out and exits Provisional Site-188. Afterword: Doyle's whereabouts following this event are unknown. MRI scan of a deceased SCP-7455-1 instance. Separately quarantining civilians at Provisional Site-188 has become unsustainable. To help preserve space, civilians who have been quarantined for over 3 days and exhibit no symptoms of SCP-7455 infection are to be quarantined together. Hover to enlarge. Michael Crooner, an SCP-7455-1 instance, has been frozen alive at Provisional Site-188 for further research. Crooner was identified as an SCP-7455-1 instance after he was arrested for entering a hospital while holding a bloody paring knife in his right hand. While the reason ████████ guided Crooner to the hospital is unknown, it was likely to treat the multiple lateral cuts which had removed almost all of the skin on his left arm. These cuts exposed 160 ████████ ████, which ████ █████ Crooner's blood vessels to █████ ████ ███ out of open wounds. Michael Crooner's health records do not indicate a history of self-harm prior to this incident. However, they do state that Crooner is a diagnosed insomniac. Persons in or near Valdez, Alaska who become suddenly and unexpectedly mute are to be considered SCP-7455-1 instances and immediately terminated via fumigation. Persons in or near Valdez who suddenly experience formication1 will inevitably become SCP-7455-1 instances, and are to be terminated via fumigation. Corpses of persons who exhibited either of the above symptoms prior to death are to be fumigated. Persons sleeping in the same household as a fumigated person/corpse are to be separately quarantined in Provisional Site-188 until further notice. Due to Valdez's small and isolated population, Foundation monitoring of Richardson Highway and Port Valdez has been effective in controlling travel in and out of the township thus far. However, this is subject to change over time as Valdez's population increases and its city limit continues to expand. Foundation personnel are additionally reminded that SCP-7455 is of no significant threat to Provisional Site-188's current status. Several carpenter ants were found within Provisional Site-188 after two consecutive days of heavy rain. It is unknown whether this was coincidental or related to SCP-7455. Attempts to seal Provisional Site-188 are still ongoing. Foundation monitoring of local stores has also detected a dramatic increase in insecticide purchasing. Automated Foundation security systems have flagged [email protected] for suspicious activity. As per standard protocol, the account has been temporarily suspended. Please manually review its most recent sent messages, determine whether the account has been hacked or otherwise compromised, and report your findings to the Foundation Digital Securities Office. The sooner you complete this, the quicker security breaches can be detected. From: Perri Doyle(pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p#pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p) To: Susanne Nguyen(pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s#pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s) Subject: Call Tonight I'm really sorry, but I won't be able to call tonight. I've really been swamped with work. I can't tell you the details, but things have been getting a little scary. The team's been doing everything we can, but it's starting to feel like we're going to need an extraction team to pick us up. Sorry, I'm scaring you. Things are going to be fine. I'm hoping I'll be able to call tomorrow. Love, Perri From: Perri Doyle(pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p#pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p) To: Susanne Nguyen(pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s#pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s) Subject: Call Tonight I'm still not getting the best sleep, but being able to talk to you every night has really helped calm my nerves. I should be able to call again tonight. Same time as usual :) Love, Perri From: Perri Doyle(pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p#pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p) To: Susanne Nguyen(pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s#pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s) Subject: Call Tonight Hoping to hear some good news from you tonight. I could really use it right now. Then again, I guess being able to call you is already good news. Talk to you soon! Love, Perri From: Perri Doyle(pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p#pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p) To: Susanne Nguyen(pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s#pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s) Subject: (No subject) I. From: Perri Doyle(pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p#pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p) To: Susanne Nguyen(pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s#pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s) Subject: Call Tonight Love , Perri From: Perri Doyle(pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p#pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p) To: Susanne Nguyen(pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s#pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s) Subject: Call Tonight I'm really sorry, but I won't be able to call tonight. I've really been swamped with work. Things are going to be fine. I'm hoping I'll be able to call tomorrow. Love, Perri From: Perri Doyle(pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p#pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p) To: Susanne Nguyen(pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s#pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s) Subject: Call Tonight I'm really sorry, but I won't be able to call tonight. I've really been swamped with work. Things are going to be fine. I'm hoping I'll be able to call tomorrow. Love, Perri From: Perri Doyle(pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p#pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p) To: Susanne Nguyen(pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s#pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s) Subject: Call Tonight I'm really sorry, but I won't be able to call tonight. I've really been swamped with work. Things are going to be fine. I'm hoping I'll be able to call tomorrow. Love, Perri From: Perri Doyle(pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p#pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p) To: Susanne Nguyen(pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s#pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s) Subject: Call Tonight I'm really sorry, but I won't be able to call tonight. I've really been swamped with work. Things are going to be fine. I'm hoping I'll be able to call tomorrow. Love, Perri From: Perri Doyle(pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p#pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p) To: Susanne Nguyen(pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s#pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s) Subject: Call Tonight I'm really sorry, but I won't be able to call tonight. I've really been swamped with work. Things are going to be fine. I'm hoping I'll be able to call tomorrow. Love, Perri From: Perri Doyle(pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p#pcs.881-etisp|elyod.p) To: Susanne Nguyen(pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s#pcs.91-etis|neyugm.s) Subject: Call Tonight I'm really sorry, but I won't be able to call tonight. I've really been swamped with work. Things are going to be fine. I'm hoping I'll be able to call tomorrow. Love, Perri [Account was automatically suspended following this message. Since this point, 28 identical emails have been drafted.] VERDICT ☐ Compromised ☐ Uncompromised UPDATE: Due to new security protocols, personnel reviewing this incident are required to submit a voice memo with their verdict. Note: Prior to Provisional Site-188's establishment, Foundation officials were made aware of an incident regarding Amanda Anderson after a report was made by her husband, Ray. While the initial incident was handled by local authorities, the following camera footage was provided to Foundation officials several months afterward. [21:29 - BEGIN LOG] [SOURCE: Briarwood Apartments official security system] Camera perspective overlooks Hallway 1B. Ray Anderson arrives upwards from the hallway's sole staircase. He is holding a bouquet of mixed flowers in both hands. After nearly a minute, Anderson turns left from Hallway 1B and into Hallway 1E. Camera perspective changes to view another corner of the complex. Anderson stops after turning the corner to recuperate and breathe. He is visibly distressed, wiping sweat from his brow before continuing through the hallway. Anderson stops midway through Hallway 3E as Door 113 opens. An older woman steps out carrying food items and additional assortments. They converse briefly before Anderson disengages conversation. He rubs his left shoulder as the two leave. Anderson takes another left turn and continues walking. [SOURCE: Private home security devices belonging to Amanda Anderson] Camera perspective changes once more to Door 119’s home security doorbell camera. Anderson stands directly in front of the doorbell. He stares at the camera momentarily before ringing. Nobody comes to greet Anderson. He presses the button again. Anderson paces at the door. He waits for several minutes before checking his nearby vicinity. After confirming that he is alone, Anderson turns the doorknob. The door is unlocked. Camera feed changes to view the dark interior of Apartment 119 via home security devices. Anderson quietly makes his way inside from the front door, touching along the left wall to presumably locate a nearby light switch. He is successful, activating a ceiling fan light hanging above the living room, which is noticeably clean. Anderson speaks to determine if anyone is inside the residence, but nobody comes. After searching the Living Room and nearby Dining Room, he crosses an opening to access the kitchen. Anderson notices a line of ants spanning the tile floor and some used medical equipment. Anderson then searches the kitchen and locates nothing of interest. He places the bouquet on a nearby countertop and exits to the hallway. Anderson walks towards a closed door along the hallway. He knocks, announcing himself, before entering the room. The camera perspective changes again to view the interior of a bedroom. Anderson enters the bedroom to see a corpse laying atop a black mound on the bed. Several opened pill bottles containing a mix of over-the-counter medications and prescribed heart medication are also present. Miscellaneous wiring and other equipment is connecting to the corpse, feeding into a monitor display reading “ERROR!” The black amalgamation underneath the corpse shifts. Anderson yells. It squirms. Black ants can be seen exiting the corpse from its mouth, tear ducts, ears, and crotch, crawling along medical equipment and the bed frame. Several ants are carrying eggs or larvae. Anderson runs out of the room. The corpse’s skin and muscles begins to deflate and deform. Ants continue escaping from open orifices, occasionally tunneling out open veins and rupturing the skin from the inside. The bugs disperse into open crevices along the floor and walls as authorities arrive on-scene. [22:04 - END LOG] Afterword: Local and Foundation authorities would later locate Amanda Anderson, age 45, deceased in her bedroom. Cause of death was determined to be sudden heart failure, which occurred before Ray Anderson’s arrival. Foundation personnel were not aware of SCP-7455’s existence prior to this recording. From: Charles Wadeson (pcs.881-etisp|nosedaw.c#pcs.881-etisp|nosedaw.c) To: Jason Ridely (pcs.hctawrevo50|yledir.j#pcs.hctawrevo50|yledir.j) CC: SCP-7455 Research Team (pcs.881-etisp|5547#pcs.881-etisp|5547); Subject: RE:RE:RE:RE: Database Alarm/Documentation Update (IMPORTANT!) Hello. Sorry for not replying. Everyone else is still trying to sleep. All documents have been attached to this email. Thank you for your patience. Attachment(s): 📎 scp-7455.zip (1) Send? Reply! (1) From: Jason Ridely (pcs.hctawrevo50|yledir.j#pcs.hctawrevo50|yledir.j) To: Charles Wadeson (pcs.881-etisp|nosedaw.c#pcs.881-etisp|nosedaw.c) CC: SCP-7455 Research Team (pcs.881-etisp|5547#pcs.881-etisp|5547); Subject: RE:RE:RE:RE:RE: Database Alarm/Documentation Update (IMPORTANT!) Thank you for your message. We are now able to clear the database alarm. We appreciate your assistance on the matter. However, you also never sent us that requested voice memo. Are we to assume that this was intentional? You Might Also Like... Feel free to add this collapsible to your own articles! SCP-4773 — and a stuffed bear, by MaliceAforethought and Henzoid ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7455" by AnActualCrow & JakdragonX, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7455. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: brainscan.png Name: FMRI Brain Scan Author: DrOONeil License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Image was edited by AnActualCrow Filename: transcript-real.png Author: JakdragonX License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP-7455 Footnotes 1. A feeling that insects are crawling underneath one's skin.
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close Info X More by this author Item#: 7457 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-7457, partially redacted to prevent its effects. Special Containment Procedures: The cave system hosting SCP-7457 has been converted into Foundation Outpost 7457, with free cave chambers being used for storage and personnel habitat. To prevent civilians from entering, a cover story has been spread, claiming that the cave system is home to fragile relics and that only select researchers are allowed to enter. Security personnel are allowed to use non-lethal force to repel potential trespassers. Entry into the chamber hosting SCP-7457 is reserved only to members of the Anthropology and Memetics department. A CRV of 10 or above and proper innoculations or protective gear are required before viewing SCP-7457. Personel affected by the anomaly are to be sedated and administered with amnestics. Description: SCP-7457 is a collection of wall paintings created by a tribe of Homo neanderthalensis in the department of Dordogne, France. Analysis reveals that SCP-7457 is around 30,000 years old and was added to over several generations, from the tribe's arrival to their eventual demise. Every individual painting within SCP-7457 is imbued with an associated memetic effect, presumed to have had a postitive influence over the tribe. However, due to its creators' brain structure being different from that of a modern human, and the damages inflicted to the paintings by time, SCP-7457 instead has various random and often harmful effects on those viewing it. Those effects include: Sudden catatonia for any length of time. Forgetting the identities of one's children. Aversion to sunlight. Aversion to moonlight. Aversion to flashlights. Visions of being pursued by spicy foodstuffs. Gaining complete knowledge of how to orient oneself using the stars, consistent with their positions 30,000 years ago. This replaces a random amount of memories. Immediate shattering of all bones. Visceral hatred of human hands and feet. Accelerated calories consumption. This can be reversed by not drinking water for a full 19 hours. Smelling like raw fish. This is permanent. Playfulness and whimsy. Increased aggressivity. Bears. Extreme bouts of paranoia. Flaring pain in all cranial nerves. Agoraphobia. The irresistible urge to ritually sacrifice stand-up comedians.1 Each individual memetic effect has been theorised to be part of a larger meme complex that the tribe added to or expanded over time. While its existence remains theoritical, is has been tentatively designed SCP-7457-1. + Insert Anthropology Department credentials - close Dr Laroche's research Don't forget to add to main file Day One Today, Vamer showed me the draft for the general clearance version of the file. I told him it left a lot out, but he argued the only people who needed to know more would learn it all once I start adding my logs to the locked version. So if you're from the Anthropology Department2 here's where I'll record everything we learn about SCP-7457. Day Two The cave system we found SCP-7457 in is big. Very big. We've identified several chambers, all with a purpose. There's sleeping quarters (where we pitched our own tents), storage rooms, and even one that appears to have been dedicated to practicing medicine, judging by the tables and crude tools. It's where we're keeping the field agents who discovered SCP-7457 first. Those who survived, anyway. Another one of the rooms serves as a mass grave, filled with bodies of both Homo neanderthalensis and Homo sapiens. Most of them died from blunt force trauma. Just another case of one tribe wiping another out. It is weird that the Homo sapiens tribe took the time to bury the bodies, but didn't settle in the cave. Maybe SCP-7457 has something to do with that. Moreau isn't letting anyone inside SCP-7457's chamber until his team comes up with a way to protect us from its effects. Since Vamer was brought in because of his specialisation in ancient arts, he's pretty much just twiddling his thumbs for now. Me though, I already have plenty to work on. Day Four SCP-7457 wasn't the only anomaly we found in that cave. None are as noteworthy though: a stone rod that makes fire when you strike it against wood, a bone knife that can't cut through other bones, a wool pelt that doesn't seem to degrade over time or get dirty… They'll probably all go on the AO list. Day Nine Moreau finally whipped up something that'll let us work on SCP-7457 itself. Those goggles he made filter out any and all memetic effects, and we'll be able to adjust those filters to allow individual ones to come through. For now, when looking at the walls, all we see are black squares upon black squares. But the chamber itself already holds a lot of information. It's much, much bigger than all the other rooms. We think it served as a communal area and mess hall. Clearly, SCP-7457 held a great importance to these people. Day Twelve Today we took a direct, unfiltered look at some of the paintings. I blacked out for 13 hours and when I woke up, one of the field agents had been reduced into a distorted broken mess, and one of Moreau's men smelled like fish. I'll have to ask regional command if they can spare us some Ds. Day Seventeen Progress has been slow and steady. Moreau is cataloguing all the effects we come across, hoping to find some pattern while his team roll out innoculations for the ones that have been tested. Vamer is studying some of the "safe" paintings to find out what tools and materials were used to make them. I found an altar near the middle of the room (we couldn't see it before we cleared out one of the paintings, it was obscured by the filter). No signs of Akiva radiations or their residues. If these people didn't worship SCP-7457, maybe it was just a place to gather? Day Nineteen Vamer and his team sucessfully restored one of the paintings today. Before, it used to switch people's perception of what was edible and what wasn't for 63 hours. Now, it makes people smell through their mouth for 41 hours. This proves that the damages done had an impact on the effects, but that due to SCP-7457's makers being Nehanderthals, the effects are still twisted for modern humans. Unless Nehanderthals actively wanted to smell through their mouths. Times were weird back then. Day Twenty-Three With more paintings restored, Moreau insists that there's a pattern. According to him, all the individual paintings are components of a bigger whole, their memes weaving and merging into a unified core complex. We've designated this hypothetical core SCP-7457-1, but we won't be able to confirm that it actually exists until we've catalogued all its components. While Moreau busies himself with his -1 theory, Vamer and I have been studying the paintings themselves, not their effects. They seem to mostly fall into three categories: warnings3, instructions4, and scenes of people enjoying life. There are a few stranger ones that Vamer thinks were made for comedy, references to in-jokes we'll never get. Day Twenty-Eight Vamer… Vamer is getting transferred to that Site in Middle-Normandy. A low-activity assignment to let him recover from what happened. Moreau is going to increase the security checks for any personel leaving the Outpost. It stings, losing such a large part of our staff, but we must keep going. Day Thirty-Six It cost us 5 more D-Class and one more researcher, but we have finally catalogued every painting and their effects. And yet, we are no closer to understanding SCP-7457-1. Moreau has shown me his research and I agree that it should exist, but it seems we need more time to figure out what it is. I'll have to let Moreau's team work on it alone while I return to the main Site. I need to visit Medical about my newly-developed heterochromia and Mathematical to deliver those bear corpses. Day Fourty-Four SCP-7457-1 has no relations to the colors or categories of the paintings. The most productive thing I have done all week was trimming down the Description's list of effect. Day Fifty-Two Progess! I decided to look back over everything we've gathered so far and found something that we had missed. The corpses in the burial room did not actually all die at the same time. While the majority of them, including the ones bearing battle injuries died around the same time, some of the corpses died later, spread across a few decades. Those later corpses are all Homo sapiens, suggesting that their tribe did in fact settle in these caves, but left after some time. This is a lead! Day Fifty-Five We followed the lead and found the Homo sapiens tribe. They had a pretty big settlement some kilometers away, where they thrived for a few generations before migrating further away. And in one of their ruins, we found several copies of the same painting. It got filtered by the goggles when I put them on so we know it's memetic too. We'll call the first ones SCP-7457-A and this one SCP-7457-B. Day Fifty-Six -B sounded so promising. According to Moreau's analysis, it's a condensed form of -1, adapted by Homo sapiens without any individual effects on top. And from what I've gathered from the site, it was also very important to the people who lived there. And yet it does nothing. I've had a new D-Class brought in, one without prior exposure to -A. Had her sit and stare at those paintings for hours and she didn't feel anything. Even though -B has no visible damage and was made by the right species. Are we doing something wrong? Day Sixty Moreau's gone paranoid. He believes -1 is a slow-acting and undetectable effect, like the one that got Vamer. He has taken his team back to the Site and shut himself off in one of the E-Class holding cells. Says he doesn't want to be a risk to anyone else. I could study all the ruins and remains I can find, but without an expert in memetics, I'm no closer to understanding -1. Maybe it's time I called in some outside help. To: Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 From: Eva Laroche, Project head, Outpost 7457 Subject: Need your help with memetic anomaly Hello. I'm working on an anomaly in France, and we know it's memetic but we don't know what it does. My colleague who knows how this stuff works locked himself in a cell and I've exhausted all other leads, so I could really use some help getting to the bottom of this. I hear you're kind of an expert, can you take a look? I've attached a text copy of the full file, a picture (with filters) of the clearest vector we could find, as well as a Euler Model Memetic Contagion Scan of my brain after looking at it. Desperately, Eva Laroche. To: Eva Laroche, Project head, Outpost 7457 From: Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 Subject: Re:Need your help with memetic anomaly Greetings. Your vector is a pretty mild one, intended to embed a certain concept or idea within the minds of people seeing it, with some indirect influence over their behaviour. As for your Euler Scan, I can't tell anything from it alone. If you want me to tell you what was affected, you need to send me a scan from before you were exposed. Sincerely, Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 To: Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 From: Eva Laroche, Project head, Outpost 7457 Subject: Re:Re:Need your help with memetic anomaly Oh of course, I'll send it right away. To: Eva Laroche, Project head, Outpost 7457 From: Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 Subject: Re:Re:Re:Need your help with memetic anomaly This is the same file, I would appreciate if you did not waste my time with mistakes like this. Sincerely, Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 To: Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 From: Eva Laroche, Project head, Outpost 7457 Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:Need your help with memetic anomaly No? The second one I sent was taken back at my Site, prior to my first interaction with the anomaly. It's procedure to take one at the beginning of an assignment with a memetic anomaly. To: Eva Laroche, Project head, Outpost 7457 From: Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Need your help with memetic anomaly You do not need to explain the procedure to me. Something must be wrong then, because those two scans are identical, at least in the area that would be affected by the picture you sent me. Sincerely, Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 To: Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 From: Eva Laroche, Project head, Outpost 7457 Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Re:Need your help with memetic anomaly So if I follow what you're saying, I had been affected by SCP-7457-1 before even seeing -A and -B? To: Eva Laroche, Project head, Outpost 7457 From: Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 Subject: Urgent Following a bad hunch, I ran a test on one of my colleagues. It appears he too had already been affected by SCP-7457-1 despite never having been anywhere near France. This might be more serious than we thought. Sincerely, Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 To: Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 From: Eva Laroche, Project head, Outpost 7457 Subject: Re:Urgent Do you think it's worldwide? We know that the tribe that made SCP-7457-B migrated after a while, perhaps they might have spread more vectors. After all, if they copied it from those Nehanderthals, others might have copied it from them. To: Eva Laroche, Project head, Outpost 7457 From: Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 Subject: Re:Re:Urgent I will begin a search for more vectors of SCP-7457-1. I want you to summarise what you have learned so far about how it was conveyed in those tribes. Sincerely, Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 To: Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 From: Eva Laroche, Project head, Outpost 7457 Subject: Re:Re:Re:Urgent Of course. From my research and Moreau's, we know that SCP-7457-1: Was of great cultural significance to the people who made and spread it. Was associated with guidance. Had a positive impact on the tribes it affected, I noticed large demographic and cultural discrepancies between them and unaffected tribes in the same region. Was encouraged to be copied and shared. Was most often made of vectors with three parts. To: Eva Laroche, Project head, Outpost 7457 From: Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 Subject: No longer urgent It seems you will need to give the SCP-7457 file an extensive rework. SCP-7457-1's vectors are indeed spread worldwide and its effect are present in a vast number of people. Luckily for us, they are both positive and barely noticeable. After my search returned many positive results for SCP-7457-1 vectors, I was able to run a few more tests and figure out its effects. SCP-7457-1 conveys the idea of a positive lifestyle, and carries a slight compulsive effect that encourages people to survive, cultivate bonds with other people5, and enjoy their company/creations. As I said, these effects are very weak and are easily ignored. It also appears that over time, vectors of SCP-7457-1 have evolved from visual representations to textual ones, which are more easily copied and shared. I believe that the lack of awareness of SCP-7457-1's existence while copying these vectors is what has lead to its effects weakening. In any case, while SCP-7457-A itself remains dangerous, the version of SCP-7457-1 that was made by Homo sapiens and has now spread worldwide poses no threat to humanity or the Veil. Once you update the file with all the recent developments, you can consider this case closed. I no longer need to be involved. Sincerely, Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 To: Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 From: Eva Laroche, Project head, Outpost 7457 Subject: Re: No longer urgent Thank you immensely for your help, Dr Lillihammer. Your theory about the evolution of the vectors is interesting, do you think you could send me an example of the modern ones so I can verify it, and perhaps include it in the revised file? To: Eva Laroche, Project head, Outpost 7457 From: Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 Subject: Re: Re:No longer urgent I thought this would be obvious from the description I gave you. Dr Laroche, you just spent the last couple of months studying the world's oldest "Live, Laugh, Love" sign. Sincerely, Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 Footnotes 1. Unlike most of SCP-7457's effects, this was not immediately detectable. It instead manifested on the night when, to celebrate recent progress, Dr Vamer took his team to the "Marrakech du rire" festival, resulting in ██ civilian casualties. 2. Or memetics, Moreau's team needs the updates too. 3. One in particular looks like a graphic depiction of SCP-████. 4. Including various dance moves. 5. This appears to be somewhat amplified towards people who have also been affected by SCP-7457-1. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7457" by Guezma, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7457. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. The "Redacted painting image was made by combining the following two images: Filename: Lascaux II.jpg Author: Jack Versloot License: Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic Source: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Lascaux_II.jpg Filename: BlkadD.jpg Author: Architect5051 License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International Source: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:BlkadD.jpg
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WARNING: ONGOING POTENTIAL XK-CLASS SCENARIO. SOLAR ANOMALY DETECTED. IMMEDIATE RISK CLASS OF: CRITICAL. DISRUPTION CLASS: AMIDA. THE SUN AND THE MOON ARE BOTH RAPIDLY MOVING AWAY FROM THE EARTH. NO ROOT CAUSE FOR THIS PHENOMENON IS CURRENTLY KNOWN/UNDERSTOOD. PLEASE IMMEDIATELY SEEK SHELTER IN A NEARBY CLASS-A-RATED FACILITY FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY AND WAIT FOR FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS FROM YOUR CORRESPONDING SITE-DIRECTORY BOARD. CONTINUE READING THIS FILE ONLY IF IMPERATIVE. Item #: SCP-7459 Site-7459: Special Containment Procedures: Site-7459 is to be maintained as a wildlife and nature reserve via the Västerbotten Government on behalf of The Foundation. All civilians and/or non-authorised personnel who enter the 5-kilometre exclusion zone surrounding Site-7459 are to be apprehended and interrogated by on-site personnel under the guise of the local authorities, before being transferred to ████████'s town jail, located 25km outside of Site-7459. Class-A and/or Class-B amnestics may be administered to detained individuals if deemed necessary. Several outposts across Site-7459 are to be maintained in order to monitor seismic activity in the area, and the contents of the river running through the region. In the event that the contents of the river become impure due to activity from SCP-7459-B, the river is to be cut off and pooled into a provisional reservoir until this activity ceases. Any and all abnormal seismic activity within Site-7459 is to be reported directly to 05 Command Liaisons. Description: Site-7459 comprises 200 km² of land surrounding both Mt. ██████████, and the river originating from it. Site-7459 naturally contains SCP-7459-A-1 and is one of the few instances where SCP-7459-B has actively interacted with the surface to a significant degree. Site-7459 was initially brought to The Foundation's attention in 1982 after peculiarities in wildlife behavior across Europe and Russia became widespread public knowledge. After investigation, it was discovered that female wolves in the region were deserting their packs in large numbers and migrating toward what is now Site-7459, with specimens converging on different sections of the river originating from Mt. ██████████ and following it to the mountain's base. Studies conducted on the river found it to be comprised of significant amounts of non-native biological substances, the most prominent of which being blood, pheromones, and semen, with semen making up the vast majority of the river's volume. DNA testing matched extracts of semen and pheromones taken from the water to Canis Lupus (The Grey Wolf). However such tests conducted on extracts of the blood were inconclusive. Foundation Agents observed Site-7459, more specifically Mt. ██████████, for several days; a large gathering of roughly 235 female wolves were recorded to have gathered around the entrance to a cave system at the base of Mt. ██████████ which the river flowed through. Several more days following this observation all members of the gathering had entered into the initial cavern. Attempts by Foundation Agents to enter the cavern were made impossible by a substantial increase in river discharge shortly thereafter, creating dangerous rapids and blocking any possible route of entry. This also dissuaded any arriving wolves that had not already entered from doing so, and within a few days, no more specimens were found to be making their way toward Site-7459. Further study found that the source of the river higher up the mountain was not comprised of any unusual substance, and was by all accounts normal spring water. Neither was it at a high discharge level, unlike the river further downstream that had gone through the mountain. 75 days following these events, the river's discharge levels dropped significantly. A subsequent expedition team was assembled to enter the cavern: Expedition Log: 7459-A Date: ██/██/82 Time: 7:32 AM 5 Universal Task Force Agents entered the cavern at the base of Mt. ██████████ in the early morning. By this time the river’s discharge levels had subsided to where the entrance into the cavern was navigable. Upon entry, it was immediately clear that there was a second flow of liquid that intersected with the naturally occurring river in the cavern, this second stream of fluid was almost entirely composed of semen and blood and originated from a cave system deeper underground. The UTF Agents, although equipped for cave expeditions, requested explicit permission to follow the stream of fluid deeper into the cave. Control accepted, and the Agents began to follow the stream to its source. As the team moved deeper into the cave, it was found to descend several hundred meters underground. After two more hours of descent, the team came to a sudden halt due to a heightened face of rocks forming a dam that blocked their path. The Agents took a short period of rest before electing one of their members to climb the obstacle; upon doing so The Agent stumbled and fell before they could fully come to their balance, unintentionally activating the audio recording device mounted to their chest in the process. [BEGIN AUDIO LOG] Agent Shepard: AAAAAA-SHIT! FUCK! [A loud splash is audible.] Agent Pines: Kalie, you ok?! Agent Shepard: Yeah, yeah… oh goddamnit I turned this stupid thing on…ugh, what the hell is this stuff? JESUS FUC- [END AUDIO LOG] The other members of the team promptly climbed over the rocks to aid Agent Shepard, finding that they had fallen directly into a mound of rotting wolf carcasses which had built up against the rock face, and now were blocking the flow of fluid downstream. Upon further inspection, all specimens in the pile were female and acutely mutilated, all bearing fatal lacerations across their cervix. Continuing through the cave, it was noted that the level of liquid beyond the dam was significantly higher, and at some points neck deep, forcing the Agents to swim through it rather than walk. The liquid was also noted as to be increasingly more viscous and foul-smelling. Several more bodies, all female wolves with the same wounds to their cervix, were found floating in the liquid or pinned against rocks, as the Agents continued. Floating alongside these specimens were the remnants of exceptionally large canine fetuses; later expeditions uncovered similar instances, both still partially in the wombs of, and in the stomachs, of several deceased adult specimens. Roughly one hour after passing the dam, the Agents reached a large and relatively open-spaced cavern that provided higher ground; in the center of this cavern, a large mound of flesh and bone (estimated to be roughly 10,440 kg in mass) was interrupting the stream of liquid. This was deemed to be the source of the blood found in the lower course of the river, and upon further inspection, it resembled a human finger, though several thousandfold larger. What would equate to the metacarpal and proximal phalanx still possessed a significant amount of flesh but with no obvious signs of decay or rot despite adverse conditions; later analysis revealed that the tissue derived from the object, now referred to as Item: 7459-1, was impervious to microbial and chemical deterioration. The team was ordered by control to retrieve samples from Item: 7459-1 before continuing further into the cave, the team complied and began to cut off sections of meat and bone, on further inspection small bite marks covered the surface of the object. As the team was doing this, a distinctive loud chewing was heard coming from the other side. The team requested permission to investigate, control accepted but advised caution. Approaching the other side of Item: 7459-1, the team located the source of the sound as an infantile wolf cub (hereby referred to as SCP-7459-C) consuming a section of flesh it had torn from Item: 7459-1. Alongside SCP-7459-C was the corpse of yet another adult female wolf which was presumably its mother, this specimen was of note due to its larger body size, and a lack of any major external injury.1 Upon detecting the Agents, SCP-7459-C ran toward and huddled against its deceased mother. Control requested the team to retrieve both the living and dead specimen, recommending that three Agents return to the surface while the remaining two continue onward. The team complied. The two remaining Agents then traveled deeper into the cave system in pursuit of the streams' origin. 40 minutes after their separation with the other team members, the Agents noticed a glowing light further into the cave which became more intense as they approached it. The Agents entered another extremely high ceilinged cavern, discovering the source of the light to be a metallic golden chain suspended from overhead and descending into an underground geyser that was producing the vast volumes of semen that contributed to the stream. Later investigation also concluded that the geyser discovered by the Agents was in fact the entrance to an even larger underground chasm, similar to other such chasms found beneath several dozen anomalous instances similar to SCP-7459-A-1. SCP-7459-A: Special Containment Procedures: Ground-level containment of SCP-7459-A-1 has been achieved through the containment procedures for Site-7459. Any aviation or orbital activities interrupted by SCP-7459-A-1 are to be investigated and subsequently dealt with as per standard field protocols. SCP-7459-A-1 is typically not visible in footage taken of the Earth, however as a precaution, Foundation Counter Intelligence is to search for and scrub any references to it that may appear in media or in academic circles. As of 1989, Foundation web crawlers have been deployed to remove any reference to the anomaly that may appear on the internet. SCP-7459-A 2-39 are to be monitored on a regular basis in a similar capacity to SCP-7459-A-1 but require no further containment procedures due to their extremely remote locations and lack of disruption potential. Description: SCP-7459-A-1 is a stone structure located at the peak of Mt. ██████████. Within SCP-7459-A-1 is a metallic golden chain comprised of an unknown alloy, half a meter in diameter, wrapped around an inner core located within the stone structure. This chain descends several thousand meters into the earth, entering the chasm beneath the mountain. Both the stone structure and the chain are indestructible via any known means, and weigh far more than their mass should allow. Dozens of instances similar to SCP-7459-A-1 (Designated as SCP-7459-A 1-39) have been discovered across the Arctic Circle, however, as well as its notable location, SCP-7459-A-1 bears both unique markings and an additional two chains located on its exterior. The outward sides of SCP-7459-A-1 are etched with artwork as well as Nordic runes, depicting three celestial bodies: Earth in the center, with the Sun and the Moon on its flanks. Each celestial body is paired with a depiction of a wolf looming over it, with the wolf paired with Earth being the largest of the three. On the bottom and top sections of the stone structure, there is a continuous pattern of wolves chasing the Sun and the Moon. The two exterior chains attached to SCP-7459-A-1 are identical in composition to the primary chain, but are far thinner, only 12 cm in diameter. Each is located on the left and right faces of the structure respectively. Both chains extend into the sky indefinitely, seemingly with no physical anchorage other than SCP-7459-A-1. Both chains experience periodic strain depending on the time of day, with the rightmost chain straining at noon and the leftmost chain straining at midnight. The source of whatever is straining the chains is currently unknown, although it has been noted that the direction of the chains consistently lines up with the approximate locations of local light refraction phenomena, parhelia, and paraselenae, respectively. SCP-7459-A 1-39 are believed to have been constructed as containment mechanisms dedicated to SCP-7459-B due to their placement above underground chasms where SCP-7459-B is partially accessible from the surface. The party or entity which constructed them is currently not known. SCP-7459-B: Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7459-B, is at least in theory, already physically contained for the foreseeable future, and as such containment procedures for SCP-7459-B are to focus on keeping its existence a secret. Any seismic activity or phenomenon caused by SCP-7459-B is to be removed from public record, and covert containment teams are to secure the site at which they occurred. Further procedures may be carried out on a case-by-case basis if necessary. Thus far, only Site-7459 has required extensive containment measures to be employed in order to keep SCP-7459-B's existence confidential. Currently, as of ██/██/82, the existence of SCP-7459-B has not been disclosed to The Global Occult Coalition, in spite of the 1972 Trepczyński Co-Aptness Treaty, due to concerns that any direct intervention may contribute to SCP-7459-B becoming far more active and thus destructive. Description: SCP-7459-B is a massive subterranean organism that exists on average 6 km under the Earth's surface. It is present across the majority of the Arctic Circle, making it roughly the size of a small continent. SCP-7459-B both physiologically and genetically resembles an adult male specimen of Canis Lupus (The Grey Wolf), however evidence has shown that its tissue and hide are extremely resilient, if not impervious, to both physical trauma as well as natural decay. SCP-7459-B is alive, however it is believed to be in a state of prolonged torpor, and its interactions with the surface are largely involuntary, e.g. bodily secretions and periodic muscle movement, both of which have resulted in noticeable activity on the surface. It has been noted that muscle movement of SCP-7459-B has been consistently most frequent during winter periods from November-February. SCP-7459-B is also believed to be growing in width, height, and weight, albeit at an extremely slow pace as to not be a concern for several hundred years according to Foundation projections. It is unknown exactly how SCP-7459-B came to be buried under the Arctic Circle, however, due to the nature of the underground chasms associated with SCP-7459-B, as well as the fact that it is growing, it can be assumed that SCP-7459-B was far smaller when it was originally entombed and that its subsequent growth, movement, and excretions have been making the ground above it increasingly unstable. Following the hypothesis that SCP-7459-A 1-39 were constructed to contain SCP-7459-B by an unknown party or entity, it was discovered that the chain of each structure is directly bound to SCP-7459-B. Recorded muscle movements of SCP-7459-B near the sites where these chains are bound to its body are far smaller than in areas further away from these sites. SCP-7459-C: Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-7459-C, containment measures must be periodically overhauled, an increase to the size of the containment vessel was required on average every 2 months until its current enclosure was established. Currently, SCP-7459-C is contained in a retrofitted 2 km² vivarium (as per the suggestion of Dr. Kristian Ashfield); originally outfitted as an aviary, it provides ample vertical and horizontal space for SCP-7459-C as well as a natural environment. The exterior of the vivarium is to be electrified to dissuade SCP-7459-C from approaching it, however SCP-7459-C is largely docile due to its upbringing in Foundation containment. As SCP-7459-C poses the threat of both a ßK-class “lifted veil” scenario, and given enough time, a K-class end-of-the-world scenario, a permanent solution, code-named: Operation Shooting Star, is currently being devised as of ██/██/85 by SCP-7459-C's containment team, The Joint-Foundation Aerospace Committee, The Logistical Office, and the Offices of O5-6, and O5-12. Operation Shooting Star is expected to be completed within 7-12 years. Description: SCP-7459-C is a Class-A Sapient male specimen of Canis Lupus (The Grey Wolf). SCP-7459-C, since its discovery as an infant in 1982, has been increasing in mass at an exponential rate and has since reached a mass of 206 tons and a height of 42 meters. SCP-7459-C does not require nutrients in order to maintain this size nor to continue growth, and prolonged periods without food and water have revealed that it requires neither to sustain any of its bodily functions. The only food that SCP-7459-C has consumed readily has been Item: 7459-1, which it seems to be able to digest despite Item: 7459-1's high resistance to chemical weathering. There is a standing hypothesis that Item: 7459-1 may have contributed in some capacity to SCP-7459-C's anomalous properties and how it survived through infancy without its mother. SCP-7459-C has similar levels of resilience to physical trauma as SCP-7459-B, although it does still feel pain to a relatively normal degree, which has been utilized to ensure its containment. Testing done to determine the nature of SCP-7459-C's metabolism has revealed that it can survive without oxygen, and even in a vacuum, without any ill effects. Attempts to pierce SCP-7459-C's tissue have all failed, however, it has been successfully restrained and even incapacitated on several occasions; it is integral to note that attempts to restrain and/or incapacitate SCP-7459-C have required more effort in league with its growth and that eventually, it will be likely impossible to achieve either. Dr. Ashfield has suggested that attempts to do so be kept at a minimum as to ensure SCP-7459-C's cooperation in Operation Shooting Star. SCP-7459-C is a Class-A Sapient organism, capable of higher thought and speech, this is the same level as standard human subjects, albeit SCP-7459-C is capable of learning complex skills and concepts at a much faster rate, and at a much younger age, than humans. SCP-7459-C does however still possess behaviors associated with its own species, most predominantly in regard to body language, primal behaviors, and routine. SCP-7459-C Observation and Behavior Log: Start Date: ██/██/82 Chief Observer: Dr. Kristian Ashfield. ██/██/82: SCP-7459-C is transferred to Area-12 and placed in an incubation chamber. SCP-7459-C refuses to consume any synthetic milk given to it, subsequent attempts are made utilizing preserved milk from its deceased mother, although SCP-7459-C seemed more interested, it still refused to consume it. Forced feeding was authorized for a period of 4 weeks. ██/██/82: SCP-7459-C required larger containment apparatus due to a substantial increase in size over 3 and a half weeks from its initial containment. ██/██/82: SCP-7459-C refuses to allow personnel to remove a blanket it had outgrown, it was requested of Dr. Ashfield to attempt to replace it, however Dr. Ashfield reported it was too difficult. SCP-7459-C has been issued with two blankets. ██/██/82: SCP-7459-C is still extremely uncooperative during feeding sessions. Dr. Ashfield proposes feeding it sections from Item: 7459-1. This proved successful and was adopted as standard practice. ██/██/82 - ██/██/83: Multiple instances where SCP-7459-C required transfer to a larger containment chamber. SCP-7459-C has surpassed infantile stages of development and is now equivalent in size to a several-year-old specimen of a non-anomalous Grey Wolf. ██/██/82: Initial testing on SCP-7459-C's tissue and metabolism reveals its extreme physical durability as well as its metabolism not requiring a fuel source. It is however noted that SCP-7459-C did still feel pain during attempts to pierce its tissue. ██/██/82: Further testing has revealed SCP-7459-C does not require oxygen to sustain bodily functions. ██/██/82: SCP-7459-C required to transfer to a larger containment chamber. ██/██/82: Strength testing was conducted, it has been noted that SCP-7459-C was capable of pulling several times its own body weight and biting through solid titanium. Containment Specialist Connors is to be reimbursed with a new shin implant, as well as all medical expenses. ██/██/82: SCP-7459-C underwent exposure to high voltages of electricity in order to instill a fear of its containment barrier. Although accidental, it was discovered that high enough voltages could incapacitate SCP-7459-C for a reliable amount of time. This, along with severe blunt trauma, are the only known methods of doing so. ██/██/82 - ██/██/83: Multiple instances where SCP-7459-C required transfer to a larger containment chamber. ██/██/83: Dr. Ashfield is concerned that SCP-7459-C is not able to become accustomed to its containment environment due to frequent transfers, citing behaviors typical of stress. ██/██/83 - ██/██/83: Multiple instances where SCP-7459-C required transfer to a larger containment chamber. ██/██/83: During a routine transfer to a larger containment chamber within Area-12, SCP-7459-C was observed mimicking the language of personnel it encountered during the transfer. Said language was a segment of conversation between two personnel, in which one was discussing her son-in-law; SCP-7459-C continually repeated the word "son" for around 30 minutes. Further investigation by Dr. Ashfield into the cognitive abilities of SCP-7459-C has since been taken. ██/██/83: Dr. Ashfield has begun regular interaction and teaching sessions with SCP-7459-C. ██/██/83: Dr. Ashfield has been informed that, although SCP-7459-C has seemed responsive to the phrase, he is not to continue referring to SCP-7459-C as 'Buddy' during the aforementioned interaction sessions. ██/██/84: SCP-7459-C has been confirmed as fully sapient. Teaching sessions conducted by Dr. Ashfield have thus far resulted in SCP-7459-C comprehending the English language, basic numeracy, the alphabet, and the ability to reflect on its own existence and situation. ██/██/84: SCP-7459-C required to transfer to a larger containment chamber. ██/██/84: Dr. Ashfield has requested several books, VHS tapes, and a television, be submitted to his efforts in teaching SCP-7459-C. The request has been accepted so long as the content is deemed appropriate by internal censors. ██/██/84 - ██/██/84: Multiple instances where SCP-7459-C required transfer to a larger containment chamber. ██/██/84: Dr. Ashfield has proposed that a dedicated containment chamber be constructed for SCP-7459-C, utilizing a currently dilapidated aviary at the surface level of Area-14. Proposal accepted. ██/██/84 - ██/██/85: Multiple instances where SCP-7459-C required transfer to a larger containment chamber. ██/██/85: Concerns over SCP-7459-C's exponential growth, especially in relation to SCP-7459-B, have been expressed to The Overseer Council. Current projections show that SCP-7459-C’s rate of growth is increasing and that it will be too large to contain within 30 years, and would eventually grow large enough to damage the continental shelf in a similar capacity to SCP-7459-B. Operation Shooting Star has been devised in order to permanently remove SCP-7459-C as a threat. SCP-7459-C has been reclassified as Keter. ██/██/85: SCP-7459-C currently possesses a level of intelligence on par with a standard teenage human subject. SCP-7459-C and Dr. Ashfield have begun to spend far more time in conversation with each other rather than teaching, Dr. Ashfield was initially going to be reprimanded for this behavior, but has explained his motives as exploring SCP-7459-C's social capabilities. Area-12's Superintendent Commission deemed this as acceptable reasoning. ██/██/85: SCP-7459-C, along with its containment team, was transferred from Area-12 to Area-14 due to its increased size and strength posing a greater risk and for easier transfer when construction of the specialised containment vivarium is completed. ██/██/85: SCP-7459-C has reached a level of intelligence comparable to a standard human adult. SCP-7459-C has been noted as becoming extremely lethargic when not in contact with Dr. Ashfield. ██/██/85: Quantity of Item: 7459-1 available for consumption is lowering at a fast rate. Tissue and bone marrow from Item: 7459-1 has been blended with regularly sourced meat in order to make its use more efficient, although SCP-7459-C commented on this change in diet, it still ate. ██/██/85: Dr. Ashfield missed the staff Christmas celebration, designating the time to be with SCP-7459-C. It was later uncovered that several members of staff were coaxed by Dr. Ashfield into spending said time with SCP-7459-C. Area-14's Site Admin conducted an investigation into the incident, but concluded due to SCP-7459-C's docile nature that no punishment was to be received. It has however been made explicit to all personnel that such actions are forbidden. ██/██/86: Construction work on SCP-7459-C's new enclosure has finished. The transfer was accomplished with no complications. ██/██/86: The containment team has observed new behaviors in SCP-7459-C once had it been relocated to the new enclosure. SCP-7459-C consistently climbs up to rest on a high ledge in its enclosure and howls at the sky for several hours at a time. This has become solidified in its routine and occurs at the approximate times of sunrise, noon, dusk, and midnight. Dr. Ashfield has requested no interference to these activities be made in order to ensure accurate observations. ██/██/86: SCP-7459-C has become incredibly more insular, even around Dr. Ashfield. It has stopped consuming meals given to it completely. Meals have since stopped being provided. ██/██/87: Roughly a year after its introduction to the vivarium, SCP-7459-C has become so large as to be the same height as the ledge that it had previously climbed up to in order to rest while sitting down. Insular social behavior has continued, and Dr. Ashfield has been attached to other projects within Area-14 as sole focus on SCP-7459-C is no longer deemed necessary. ██/██/89: Dr. Ashfield entered SCP-7459-C's enclosure along with 2 Armed Personnel. SCP-7459-C had its back turned to the three, and was laid down sleeping. Walking around to its head, Dr. Ashfield attempted to pet SCP-7459-C only for it to jolt awake and snap its jaws toward him, one of Dr. Ashfield's guards instinctively leaped in front of him before the bite connected and was severely injured as a result. SCP-7459-C recoiled and paused upon realizing what had happened, and allowed Dr. Ashfield along with his entourage to evacuate the area. The designated Security Director for SCP-7459-C must now approve of all interactions with SCP-7459-C in advance, effectively placing SCP-7459-C on lockdown. ██/██/89: Several days later, Dr. Ashfield made a request to interact with SCP-7459-C on the basis of ensuring it was not stressed. This request was granted but was carefully monitored. The following is a recording of the interaction: [BEGIN VIDEO LOG] [Dr. Ashfield enters SCP-7459-C's vivarium at 1:23 AM. SCP-7459-C is busy howling toward the sky, and does not notice Dr. Ashfield upon his entry.] [Dr. Ashfield walks deeper into the enclosure, placing down a tray containing pure extract from Item: 7459-1.] Dr. Ash: Who're you talking to? [SCP-7459-C cuts off its howling, swiftly turning around to face Dr. Ashfield, seeming surprised and flustered for words.] SCP-7459-C: Brothers- I… I was talking to my brothers. Dr. Ash: You never told me that before, old friend. I thought you would've come to me, as you always have. SCP-7459-C: I did not- I did not want to lie to you… I wanted to tell you - but - I was… scared. I was scared of what they were telling me, scared of… [Dr. Ashfield approaches SCP-7459-C's paw to the dismay of security personnel monitoring the scene, resting his hand on top of it.] Dr. Ash: Ah, so that's why you stopped talking to me. SCP-7459-C: I could not bare to lie to you. Dr. Ash: What were you so scared of? What were they telling you? You know you could have talked to me, I would've helped. SCP-7459-C: I was of scared then exactly what I am scared of now; that you would be scared of me. Kristian - I am - so glad that you are talking to me. I am so sorry. [Dr. Ashfield looks up toward SCP-7459-C's eyes, stroking the fur on its paw rhythmically.] Dr. Ash: Don't be, that was my fault, not yours. Now tell me, please, so I can help you: what did your brothers tell you? [SCP-7459-C tilts its head downward, exhaling, the force of its breath shaking the vegetation within its enclosure and blowing Dr. Ashfield's hat from his head.] SCP-7459-C: They spoke of density, pulled from them at the last moment each and every day, each and every night. They spoke of a fate that I did not want. Then they spoke of legends, of themselves… of… betrayal… of… father. Dr. Ash: Your father? SCP-7459-C: You never did tell me, none of you did, but I have always known that you knew of my father. I could… smell him… on all of you… when I was first dragged away from my mother… [SCP-7459-C pauses for several moments and inhales deeply before continuing.] SCP-7459-C: I- I was so scared, more than I am now. You though, I was not scared of you. When I was dragged through a cold wet cave and left in a cage, you, gave me warmth; I still keep that blanket, you know, I never let them take it. When I had nothing to parch my hunger, when I was ever so starving, you, gave me food. When I was lonely, and ever so ignorant of the world, you spent time with me, you taught me, you gave me happiness. You have been a good friend, Kristian. But alas… I am afraid I must ask you, why? You never told me of what you knew of my father, and I have feared the worst for so many sleepless nights. Dr. Ash: I- [SCP-7459-C leans down to bring its face only a few inches from Dr. Ashfield, who turns away for a brief moment.] SCP-7459-C: You would not betray me, would you, Kristian? [Dr. Ashfield pauses, looking back up toward SCP-7459-C, he gently lifts his hand, placing it atop SCP-7459-C’s snout.] Dr. Ash: Buddy… sweet little Buddy. You are my dear friend, and for many years I thought of you almost as my child. I have seen you grow and learn, and I am ever so proud of you- [Dr. Ashfield is interrupted as SCP-7459-C shifts its head toward him, lightly brushing up against his torso.] Dr. Ash: I would never betray you. SCP-7459-C: Then I have nothing to fear, for the fate aligned for me is a falsehood, for we - are true brothers. [END LOG] Addendum: Operation Shooting Star Date: ██/██/92: Operation Shooting Star has since concluded the planning and logistics phase and the provisional launch site is currently being constructed. SCP-7459-C is scheduled to be incapacitated and relocated to the launch site by the end of the month. Personnel present other than the launch crew will include SCP-7459-C's containment team, O5-12's secretary, and elements of Mobile Task Force Nu-7. Update: Attempts to incapacitate SCP-7459-C have failed, this is likely due to estimates of its tolerance to high electrical voltages being extremely outdated. Dr. Ashfield has since been responsible for both convincing SCP-7459-C that the incapacitation attempts were an accident, as well as convincing the entity to relocate to the launch site and to voluntarily enter its restraints, having cited them to SCP-7459-C as a test of its physical capabilities similar to the ones conducted during its infancy. The launch site was appropriately disguised as part of the ruse. Update: During the start of the launch sequence, SCP-7459-C realised what was occurring and attempted to break free from its restraints, though was initially unsuccessful. Upon distinguishing Dr. Ashfield in the crowd, SCP-7459-C lashed out more violently than it had before, managing to break free from multiple of its restraints, which enabled it to move its upper body freely. SCP-7459-C immediately thereafter lunged directly toward Dr. Ashfield, severing his forearm. 22 further casualties were reported during the incident, however SCP-7459-C did not manage to completely break free before launch, and was successfully jettisoned into space. Footnotes 1. The deceased female was later uncovered to be from a nature reserve where, due to its large size, it was well known by locals who had nicknamed it "Völuspá". ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7459" by locomotivefaox, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7459. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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SCP-7460 Byㅤ BitOddInnit Published on 07 Oct 2023 16:47 Item #: SCP-7460 Sacrae Causā Prōcēdendae: We are, at this moment in time, unable to protect against SCP-7460 in any meaningful, widespread way. Currently, the Fundamentum's cover story for SCP-7460 occurrences is to pin the blame for the victim's transformation on them having been cursed by a Witch. Should any countermeasure to SCP-7460 be devised, it is to be put in place immediately to prevent further casualties. Personnel will be informed of these measures, as it is not our aim to confuse those who serve our cause. While it is unknown if it is possible to ward off SCP-7460 events, the Fundamentum recommends performing as many of the following actions as possible if any feel they are at risk of becoming a victim of SCP-7460: Shut all windows, doors and other entryways to your home as tightly as possible. Shut the blinds and draw the curtains on all windows that possess them. If any windows do not possess such coverings, cover them with any available loose objects. Plywood is recommended, if available. Strip your bed of its sheets. Keep the blanket and pillow, and attempt to sleep with your back to a wall. Destroy any toys in the house, specifically any which had belonged to you or a loved one during their childhood. Description: SCP-7460 is a phenomenon that causes slumbering people to be transformed into puppets . All transformed individuals (Henceforth referred to as SCP-7460-A) are composed of wood, with their facial features having been painted on. Numerous members of personnel have reported feeling as though the eyes of SCP-7460-A instances follow them, although there is no evidence to prove that instances are capable of moving their eyes. While the occurrence of SCP-7460 is not limited to one geographic region, it appears to be far more likely to affect individuals aged between thirty and forty and are married. The reason for this, if any, is unknown. Individuals asleep in the same bed as victims of SCP-7460 often report experiencing nightmares prior to awakening to discover the SCP-7460-A instance. These nightmares vary vastly in content, but all have the single connecting factor of the heavy involvement of a young girl in the narrative of the dream. Addendum: Shortly following a rise in the number of SCP-7460 occurrences, Professor Vivian MacGuillicudy of the Arcane Institute of Xerophylla reported an exceptionally vivid nightmare, despite no occurrences of SCP-7460 being reported within ten miles of the Institute. The dream was recovered and recorded by the Institute's Oneroiscribe, and has been attached here. The dream opens, and MacGullicudy is seated in the front row of a theatre, alone. The hall is silent, and the air is still. It's cold. Faintly, piano music begins to play from somewhere in the theatre. The curtains raise, and a young girl sits on a stool in the centre of the stage. A number of vaguely humanoid shapes are visible in the gloom behind her. She looks directly at MacGullicudy, and smiles. ???: I hope you enjoy the show. The girl stands, and a bright light floods the stage. MacGuillicudy finds himself on the stage, sat in a wooden chair and looking at a small puppet's theatre. He looks to his left, seeing a puppet wearing a simple blue dress with black hair, staring straight ahead. A number of strings extend upwards from its upper body, into the gloom above the stage. The young girl stands behind the theatre, two smaller puppets in either hand. She lowers them through the top of the box, and begins to manipulate them in a sort of dance. They writhe about, kicking their arms and waving their legs wildly. He forces a smile, unable to pull his gaze from the two figures. Deep down, he knows it's an awful show that no person in their right mind would ever willingly watch. Yet watch he does. The display continues for a matter of moments longer, before the girl suddenly stops, smiling at MacGuillicudy and the puppet. The puppet applauds, its hands clacking with every clap. MacGuillicudy raises his hands, but he appears to be frozen in place, as his chair is dragged backwards, away from the girl and off the stage. The light dims, before darkness consumes his vision. A wind howls in his ears, and the cold bites at his skin like a wall of ice being smashed against him. One of them holds the Torch of Release, its flames flickering red against the wooden backdrop of the theatre's wall. The light reappears, and MacGuillicudy has returned to his seat in the audience. The stage's curtains are closed again, and they reopen to reveal a Burning. The puppet from the previous scene is slumped over, tied to a pole amid a pile of firewood, its face veiled. The girl is present, looking up at the puppet, surrounded by a group of other puppets, their features indistinct. One holds a Torch of Release in its hand, its bright orange flames casting a flickering shadow along the wall behind the stage. It tosses the torch into the pile of wood, which sparks and bursts into flames. The fire quickly consumes the pile, and climbs up the pole. The attached puppet is set alight at a slower pace than its surroundings, slowly crumbling to ash as the girl and remaining puppets watch. One of them, a facsimile of a bald man with a grey beard, places a hand on her shoulder as she stares straight into the flames. The lights flicker. When they return in full, the scene has shifted. The girl, now visibly older, and the bearded puppet from the previous scene are both huddled over a number of books, which cover a pair of long tables. A number of others are strewn about, and incomprehensible markings are drawn onto paper sheets that plaster the wall behind them. They both appear engrossed, and are largely focused on their reading, occasionally raising their heads to silently speak with one another. The music slows slightly, and the girl raises her head. She does not speak, but instead raises a hand, as a number of small, glowing spheres appear floating in her palm. She lightly tosses them into the air, and they float down to the ground, streaming blues and whites as they slowly descend. The puppet raises its head, and stares at the orbs, before conjuring a larger, redder orb and tossing it to the girl. She goes to catch it, and the theatre goes black one final time. It's cold. It's dark. It's empty. Wherever MacGuillicudy is, there is nothing. An infinite expanse of void stretches out around him in every direction, an overflowing absence into which he unmovingly plummets. A wind howls, but nothing is felt. Everything is nothing, and the only thing which remains continues his still fall. Suddenly, it stops, and from behind nothing, the girl enters view. She approaches MacGuillicudy, her footsteps echoing into the darkness that surrounds them. He can't move, only able to watch as she moves closer. She stands before him, and wraps her arms around him. Her body is pleasantly warm, but the sensation is uncomfortable, like sleeping in a stranger's bed after an exhausting session of labor. ???: I've been looking for you for so long. I thought maybe the message wasn't getting across. The wind stops. The piano music can just barely be heard. ???: Did you like it? It's been so long since my last show, I thought you might've forgotten all those times you clapped for my nonsensical little episodes. The music stops. Silence. ???: I'm sure you're looking forward to seeing one in the flesh again, some day. The dream ends. Professor MacGuillicudy has neglected to comment on the dream. Investigation into the individual in the dream is ongoing, although it is debated if they truly exist, as all attempts to divine their location through Familial Scrying have failed to yield any success, at great expense to MacGuillicudy's health. Three of Cups ANTHOLOGY 2023 Temperance THE EMPEROR A BitOddInnit Article More From This Author More From This Author BitOddInnit's Works SCPs SCP-7293 • SCP-6734 • SCP-7836 • Tales/GoI Formats Not Alone • Dancing In The Ashes • Percy • Oliver's Shop Of Curiosities • Anderson Robotics' Installation Guide: Your New Black Series Sidhe-Issue Wing Chassis! • Other ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7460" by BitOddInnit, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7460. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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SCP-7460 Byㅤ BitOddInnit Published on 07 Oct 2023 16:47 Item #: SCP-7460 Sacrae Causā Prōcēdendae: We are, at this moment in time, unable to protect against SCP-7460 in any meaningful, widespread way. Currently, the Fundamentum's cover story for SCP-7460 occurrences is to pin the blame for the victim's transformation on them having been cursed by a Witch. Should any countermeasure to SCP-7460 be devised, it is to be put in place immediately to prevent further casualties. Personnel will be informed of these measures, as it is not our aim to confuse those who serve our cause. While it is unknown if it is possible to ward off SCP-7460 events, the Fundamentum recommends performing as many of the following actions as possible if any feel they are at risk of becoming a victim of SCP-7460: Shut all windows, doors and other entryways to your home as tightly as possible. Shut the blinds and draw the curtains on all windows that possess them. If any windows do not possess such coverings, cover them with any available loose objects. Plywood is recommended, if available. Strip your bed of its sheets. Keep the blanket and pillow, and attempt to sleep with your back to a wall. Destroy any toys in the house, specifically any which had belonged to you or a loved one during their childhood. Description: SCP-7460 is a phenomenon that causes slumbering people to be transformed into puppets . All transformed individuals (Henceforth referred to as SCP-7460-A) are composed of wood, with their facial features having been painted on. Numerous members of personnel have reported feeling as though the eyes of SCP-7460-A instances follow them, although there is no evidence to prove that instances are capable of moving their eyes. While the occurrence of SCP-7460 is not limited to one geographic region, it appears to be far more likely to affect individuals aged between thirty and forty and are married. The reason for this, if any, is unknown. Individuals asleep in the same bed as victims of SCP-7460 often report experiencing nightmares prior to awakening to discover the SCP-7460-A instance. These nightmares vary vastly in content, but all have the single connecting factor of the heavy involvement of a young girl in the narrative of the dream. Addendum: Shortly following a rise in the number of SCP-7460 occurrences, Professor Vivian MacGuillicudy of the Arcane Institute of Xerophylla reported an exceptionally vivid nightmare, despite no occurrences of SCP-7460 being reported within ten miles of the Institute. The dream was recovered and recorded by the Institute's Oneroiscribe, and has been attached here. The dream opens, and MacGullicudy is seated in the front row of a theatre, alone. The hall is silent, and the air is still. It's cold. Faintly, piano music begins to play from somewhere in the theatre. The curtains raise, and a young girl sits on a stool in the centre of the stage. A number of vaguely humanoid shapes are visible in the gloom behind her. She looks directly at MacGullicudy, and smiles. ???: I hope you enjoy the show. The girl stands, and a bright light floods the stage. MacGuillicudy finds himself on the stage, sat in a wooden chair and looking at a small puppet's theatre. He looks to his left, seeing a puppet wearing a simple blue dress with black hair, staring straight ahead. A number of strings extend upwards from its upper body, into the gloom above the stage. The young girl stands behind the theatre, two smaller puppets in either hand. She lowers them through the top of the box, and begins to manipulate them in a sort of dance. They writhe about, kicking their arms and waving their legs wildly. He forces a smile, unable to pull his gaze from the two figures. Deep down, he knows it's an awful show that no person in their right mind would ever willingly watch. Yet watch he does. The display continues for a matter of moments longer, before the girl suddenly stops, smiling at MacGuillicudy and the puppet. The puppet applauds, its hands clacking with every clap. MacGuillicudy raises his hands, but he appears to be frozen in place, as his chair is dragged backwards, away from the girl and off the stage. The light dims, before darkness consumes his vision. A wind howls in his ears, and the cold bites at his skin like a wall of ice being smashed against him. One of them holds the Torch of Release, its flames flickering red against the wooden backdrop of the theatre's wall. The light reappears, and MacGuillicudy has returned to his seat in the audience. The stage's curtains are closed again, and they reopen to reveal a Burning. The puppet from the previous scene is slumped over, tied to a pole amid a pile of firewood, its face veiled. The girl is present, looking up at the puppet, surrounded by a group of other puppets, their features indistinct. One holds a Torch of Release in its hand, its bright orange flames casting a flickering shadow along the wall behind the stage. It tosses the torch into the pile of wood, which sparks and bursts into flames. The fire quickly consumes the pile, and climbs up the pole. The attached puppet is set alight at a slower pace than its surroundings, slowly crumbling to ash as the girl and remaining puppets watch. One of them, a facsimile of a bald man with a grey beard, places a hand on her shoulder as she stares straight into the flames. The lights flicker. When they return in full, the scene has shifted. The girl, now visibly older, and the bearded puppet from the previous scene are both huddled over a number of books, which cover a pair of long tables. A number of others are strewn about, and incomprehensible markings are drawn onto paper sheets that plaster the wall behind them. They both appear engrossed, and are largely focused on their reading, occasionally raising their heads to silently speak with one another. The music slows slightly, and the girl raises her head. She does not speak, but instead raises a hand, as a number of small, glowing spheres appear floating in her palm. She lightly tosses them into the air, and they float down to the ground, streaming blues and whites as they slowly descend. The puppet raises its head, and stares at the orbs, before conjuring a larger, redder orb and tossing it to the girl. She goes to catch it, and the theatre goes black one final time. It's cold. It's dark. It's empty. Wherever MacGuillicudy is, there is nothing. An infinite expanse of void stretches out around him in every direction, an overflowing absence into which he unmovingly plummets. A wind howls, but nothing is felt. Everything is nothing, and the only thing which remains continues his still fall. Suddenly, it stops, and from behind nothing, the girl enters view. She approaches MacGuillicudy, her footsteps echoing into the darkness that surrounds them. He can't move, only able to watch as she moves closer. She stands before him, and wraps her arms around him. Her body is pleasantly warm, but the sensation is uncomfortable, like sleeping in a stranger's bed after an exhausting session of labor. ???: I've been looking for you for so long. I thought maybe the message wasn't getting across. The wind stops. The piano music can just barely be heard. ???: Did you like it? It's been so long since my last show, I thought you might've forgotten all those times you clapped for my nonsensical little episodes. The music stops. Silence. ???: I'm sure you're looking forward to seeing one in the flesh again, some day. The dream ends. Professor MacGuillicudy has neglected to comment on the dream. Investigation into the individual in the dream is ongoing, although it is debated if they truly exist, as all attempts to divine their location through Familial Scrying have failed to yield any success, at great expense to MacGuillicudy's health. Three of Cups ANTHOLOGY 2023 Temperance THE EMPEROR A BitOddInnit Article More From This Author More From This Author BitOddInnit's Works SCPs SCP-7293 • SCP-6734 • SCP-7836 • Tales/GoI Formats Not Alone • Dancing In The Ashes • Percy • Oliver's Shop Of Curiosities • Anderson Robotics' Installation Guide: Your New Black Series Sidhe-Issue Wing Chassis! • Other ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7460" by BitOddInnit, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7460. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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Who is that shade, who stands to the side? A figure in shadow, a King untied. . close Info X SCP-7462: And every night, Alagadda drags you back. Written by: FlyPurgatorio | Authorpage This article contains references to alcoholism, suicide, self-mutilation, mutilation of an eye, and text in verse. I only apologise for the latter. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 7462 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site Site Supervisor Research Lead Case Lead Outpost 312 Anna Dubois Yasmin Merhout Jan Claessen "Willem die Madocke/vele bouke maekte." Opening lines to "Van Den Vos Reynaerde" in the Comburger manuscript, modified in the 1400s. The first known redaction of the existence of SCP-7462. Special Containment Procedures: The only known copy of SCP-7462 is kept in Containment Locker 2 at Outpost 312 in Nieuwegein, Netherlands. Under no circumstances are the contents of SCP-7462 allowed to be recontextualised in any way. This includes transcription, (modern Dutch or English) translation, or adaptation through recitals, performance or reading out loud. The status of SCP-7462 as a lost text is to be maintained under cover story 7462/1640 “Forgetbuster”. Any newly discovered renditions are to be retrieved and contained, and all references to their existence removed. Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor for mentions of “Madocke" or "Madock” in combination with “Alagadda”. Description: SCP-7462 is a spiral-class hermeneutic1 attached to Madocke, an epic poem in Middle-Dutch estimated to have been written around 1250. Its only surviving rendition, SCP-7462-1, was discovered as a fragment manuscript in the bookbinding of a 16th century printed edition of Karel ende Elegast.2 Evidence suggests that the folios containing SCP-7462-1 were cut from the Trechter Manuscript, a handwritten composite manuscript dating back to the latter half of the 13th century, containing 70 non-anomalous Medieval literary texts. The Trechter Manuscript is otherwise well-preserved, suggesting that the removal of SCP-7462-1 was a deliberate act. The Red Lord of Alagadda, depicted as a fox in the Trechter Manuscript. Madocke is a relatively short epic poem, consisting of only 701 lines of verse; the odd number of lines suggests that this rendition is incomplete. Very little is known about its writer, aside from also writing Van Den Vos Reynaerde.3 Further examination of Reynaerde shows no anomalous link; however, the opening prologue of Reynaerde instructs the perceiver to leave its words unchanged, suggesting awareness of SCP-7462's effects. Discovery: On 26/04/2004, the Foundation was alerted to the existence of SCP-7462-1 by a Foundation webcrawler embedded in the Intranet servers of the University of Ghent, Belgium. References to “Alagadda” were cause to investigate. SCP-7462’s effects on the retrieval and initial categorisation team were inadvertently documented by Agent Jan Claessen in his field report. The newly created reinterpretation of Madocke, as seen in the addendum, displays low levels of memetic characteristics, but review while observing the SCP-7462 Containment Procedures does not result in re-activation of SCP-7462. The events leading to the final discovery of Agent Claessen fit available security footage and reports by other personnel. All people present confirm the accuracy of the events, although heavily fictionalised. To date, this is the only documented activation event. Act 1. Prologue Dramatis Personae Agent Anna Dubois; newly in charge and taking the lead. Agent Jan Claessen; a man who hides a spirited need. Dr. Yasmin Merhout; not present just yet, but soon she will join our travelling set. Dr. Martin Cortoys; a scholar with knowledge to depart. ‘tis With him that our story will start. The Agents travel to Belgium, to the University of Ghent, to retrieve Madocke, which holds anomalous content. Facing them is Cortoys, greying and ponderous. He’d seen the vision, the shores of the wonderous. His words, covered by courtly display; let us hear what he has to say! CORTOYS: – still can't believe I got to read it. Truly a remarkable find. DUBOIS: The Middle-Dutch look strangely familiar, but I only half-understand what it says. CORTOYS: Ah! There’s a trick for that! These verses were meant to be spoken or sung. Even reading – a rare skill at the time – was done out loud. All the verses are in rhyme, since that’s easier to remember, but it can also help with the pronunciation. Try reading it out loud! CLAESSEN: The opening lines, which have been redacted For the safety of those who could be affected. CORTOYS: We only know about the author of these two masterpieces by the moniker he gave himself: Willem die Madocke maekte.4 He otherwise disappeared from the pages of history. All that remains are questions and theories. Agent Dubois, she’s learned the trick. A Foundation has been laid, brick by brick. To get what you need, you approach with grace. So there is the smile, painting her face. DUBOIS: Don’t tell me you don’t have an answer. CORTOYS: Well, I certainly wouldn’t say I have the answer, but… Let’s just say you can’t study these texts as intensely as I have without being able to pick up on patterns. Willem was well-read, referencing fables, mythology and other cultural artefacts, as well as employing the expected tropes of the genres, but with a twist. DUBOIS: Twist? CORTOYS: Take his other work, Van den Vos Reynaerde, for example. The cunning fox-baron wasn’t invented by Willem, but he really leaned into the idea of a fox – a common way to depict the devil – with desire and temptation, and the eventual fall of Eden. It fits the corruption of the animal court depicted in the story, and it's why that poem is still a classic today. Similarly, Madocke is a twist on the sea voyage epic to reach Paradise. Who is that shade, who stands to the side? A figure in shadow, a King untied. CORTOYS: It starts with an elder wiseman telling the main character about a faraway Paradise waiting at the other side of the ocean, and instructing him to travel with a specific number of crewmen. As Madocke prepares to leave, three unnamed monks join the crew at the last moment, begging to travel with him to Alagadda and meet its King. As per the trope, Madocke can’t reach Paradise until his crew is back to the original number. Jan Claessen’s shoulders tense as he hears that name. At last, the knowledge for which they came. CLAESSEN: What does it say about Alagadda’s King? CORTOYS: Unsurprisingly, very little. It’s not about the destination, it’s about the journey! Most of the text tells us about the islands that make up Alagadda, presided over by regional rulers in animal masks that represent their sins. As they encounter the four Lords that make up the Noble King’s court, the Latecomers fall one by one – a common theme for the genre. One Latecomer sets off on a different mission, one is wounded and has to be left behind, and one is marked for damnation. DUBOIS: So, the story isn’t really about Alagadda? CORTOYS: In a sense. It's about what Alagadda means to these travellers. Their sins and desires, unmasked! Only then can Madocke reach the King's court and sail home. CLAESSEN: Not exactly Paradise, then. The scholar chuckles as he shakes his head. CORTOYS: The twist is that it is, in a most deceptive way. Nothing can compare to the pleasures of Alagadda. Pleasures you'll never stop craving, desires you'll have to fight until your final breath, or they will eventually choke you. A heaven and hell of your own making. The encounter concludes, and Cortoys is forced to forget. And so, our travellers told Of many wonders to behold On their journey to contain That which should not remain. With their task to control They’ll learn the nature of their soul. They set sail, embark on their travel, A mystery unwinding, a knot to unravel. With the three Latecomers, named again: Dubois, Merhout and Claessen. Act 2. Nigredo They arrive at the isle where the Black Lord resides. The dark cliffs of Nigredo, polished by tides. A city in shadow, a castle forgotten, Watched by a ruler most twisted and rotten. Their subjects caught in endless rivalry, The Black Lord looks down from their tower of ivory. The mask of a Bear, eternal in grin, A desire for power: t'was their greatest sin. Our Latecomers, with the trophy in their hands, travel by car back to the Netherlands. There is one who fits the mask of the Bear. The first Latecomer will leave us here. CLAESSEN: You’ve learned some new tricks since our last field mission. He basically ate out of your hand! I can’t remember teaching you that. DUBOIS: It’s a lot easier to amnestisize someone who trusts you. That was the last lesson Agent Claessen – unknowingly – taught you. CLAESSEN: How is it to leave the ivory tower of EU Command, and work in the lowly backwaters of Nieuwegein? Quite a step down. DUBOIS: Don’t say that, Outpost 312 has potential. CLAESSEN: And a fast track to Directorship for its supervisor once it gets Site status, right? Clever move, Anna. DUBOIS: That’s a cynical way of looking at it. Just because it’s cynical, doesn’t make it untrue. CLAESSEN: I’m just saying I don’t envy you. Directorship would just give me a headache. From where I stand, the world is a lot less complex. Retrieve the weird stuff, and shoot the monsters. DUBOIS: It all takes a toll. CLAESSEN: Nothing I can’t handle. Dubois frowns, but has no retort. She’s noticed his coffee – the Irish sort. DUBOIS: It was good to be back in the field, even temporary. CLAESSEN: First field mission in five years and you’re already done? DUBOIS: Got a meeting in The Hague about the D-Class programme. You can meet up with Dr. Merhout without me, can’t you? CLAESSEN: I’m not sure I can charm my way to an answer the way you can. She feels the strings sewn into her skin. Contort in a smile, pull in a grin. DUBOIS: The man was about to forget his greatest academic achievement. The least I could do was humour him. CLAESSEN: You did that and more. He was about to buy you dinner. So much for a partnership’s chance to restart. DUBOIS: Is there a problem with the way I conduct this investigation, Agent Claessen? CLAESSEN: No, chief. Sorry, chief. A silence between friends, growing apart. CLAESSEN: You’ve changed. No matter how much she wished that was true, She couldn’t lie: deep down she knew. DUBOIS: I haven’t. I just learned how the game is played. The corners of her mouth, pinned in a smile. It hid a desire, a goal most vile. Rotten it is, the desire for might, She’d scheme in the dark, to rule in the light. Act 3. Albedo The Library of Albedo, its ashen stones arise Bright and pure, against darkened skies. The White Lord rules these library halls, Keeps all that is known well within these walls. Masked as a Cat, but one eye lost, – A reminder that knowledge comes at a cost – They wash and they cleanse till all is pure Blind to what their subjects endure. Madocke secured; containment is next! For that, they need to understand its text. Merhout and Claessen will complete this task, and a Latecomer will don the White Cat’s mask. CLAESSEN: It’s memetic, isn’t it? MERHOUT: Actually, that’s an oversimplification, and a useless one at that. Memetics are ideas that spread — any idea. Any unit of cultural information. A scribble, a melody you hum, a catchphrase. Very broad. And of course, the Foundation is just looking at how they move. The Hanged King’s Tragedy being a "memetic virus" is just fancy Foundation speak for a specific kind of anomalous memetic spread using a viral paradigm. It's messy, it's imprecise, it's a general label. It doesn't tell us anything. 701 is just as much a memetic virus as 571, but we don't write essays on the boring perpetual scribble, do we? That's where the development of anomalous hermeneutics provides us with a more predictive framework. CLAESSEN: Do I look like I understood what you just said? Dr. Merhout looks at the man of muscle and force, then chuckles and continues her course. MERHOUT: You look like you’ve lifted more books than you’ve read. Alright, I’ll break it down for you. Ever heard a story that changed your life? And idea or concept that completed your experience of the world, like a puzzle piece that had been missing? Surrounded by folders and binders, by knowledge forbidden. MERHOUT: Imagine that feeling of finally understanding a part of your reality, reimagining it. And now imagine it's anomalous. That's a hermeneutic. A Foundation of facts that's supposed to stay hidden. MERHOUT: Next: what makes it tick. In literary science, "hermeneutics" is concerned with interpretation and meaning. Adaptations, performances, translations, all reworking and remixing the original, often giving a new twist to the original's meaning. So, an anomalous hermeneutic is an anomaly that's activated by, or involved with reinterpretation. Following along, big guy? Jan Claessen nods, a little less confused. MERHOUT: There are two types of hermeneutics: spiral-class and circle-class. Circle hermeneutics concerns itself with a singular response, based on a singular “meaning” of that anomaly. The Hanged King’s Tragedy is a circle-class hermeneutic: if it activates, it incites violence in all affected individuals. The effect, the core meaning of that interpretation, is always violence. CLAESSEN: Don’t some individuals attack bystanders, and others commit suicide? MERHOUT: Interpretation isn’t black and white. If you’re going to be pedantic, you’re going to incite violence in me. They share a moment, both amused. CLAESSEN: Madocke is the other one? MERHOUT: It’s a spiral-class hermeneutic, which means the effect is tailored to the individuals doing the reinterpretation. Same anomalous starting point, but with a new context. It builds a bridge between the receiver and the source, spiralling off a new meaning each time. CLAESSEN: That means that the effects could also differ with each activation? MERHOUT: Possibly. More likely, it’s a new version of wherever that bridge leads to. In this case: does it lead to Madocke, the Kingdom of Alagadda, or its ruling Lords? Will it bring the Hanged King to our world, or us to Alagadda? That’s up for interpretation, which we’re not supposed to do, of course. A figure steps forward, nothing more than a shade. To Dr. Merhout they hand a steel blade. CLAESSEN: And are you really content with not fully knowing the answer, Yasmin? A searcher for knowledge, her desire unshaken. MERHOUT: Never, but that's part of the danger of hermeneutics. They work as much on you as you work on them. I'd give a limb to see what 7462 would turn into if activated. For answers given, something needs to be taken. MERHOUT: But times have changed; we don’t just throw D-Classes at every mystery. There is a price for knowledge like that. She raises the blade close to her face. Both hands keep it steady, keep it in place. MERHOUT: A price in blood. A tribute. With one clear move, her eye is carved out. MERHOUT: The price to pay for knowledge devout. Learning a truth at any cost won’t stop her. MERHOUT: We can pretend to be better, cleaner, more proper. Redact all your crimes, by omission you lie. MERHOUT: Many a time, I’ve turned a blind eye.5 To lose the left half of her sight. All that is left is to see what is right. Act 4. Citrinitas Now they travel through a place that Once Was, The empty wastelands of Citrinitas. The Yellow Lord, their howl made silent. Found their end in a battle so violent. At night Jan remembers, but only in dream: Another person was once part of this team. A former companion, a friend who did fall. You cannot mourn who you cannot recall. There was a fourth, a name erased; torn from the pages by the horror they faced. They thought it was best if your mind was reset. Jan, what's that name you were made to forget? CLAESSEN: Alright, your turn. Biggest fear? Who hears: Being remembered. CLAESSEN: I think you have that backwards, buddy. A soldier's refuge after living full throttle: the howl?: In this line of work? God, no. There are two ways people stick around here, and they're both Scranton. CLAESSEN: You lost me. Forgetting their fears by glass and by bottle. A fate: Scranton's Question, Claessen. You either get remembered for your greatest accomplishment, or a horrific fate. Which Scranton you are going to be, that's the Question. I'm not gonna invent some shiny doodah or revolutionise some kind of anomalous research, which means I'm left with the other outcome: a cautionary tale. CLAESSEN: Your drinking habits already are one. At the end of the day, they got what they wanted. so foul: Pot and kettle, my friend. Nah, I'm just here to do my job and get out. Preferably with a nice retirement, but if it's not in the cards, I'll settle for a forgettable death. My goal is being less than a footnote in the history of the Foundation. CLAESSEN: I'll drink to that. Raise a glass to a wish granted. At times Jan remembers, in dead of night. Fragments and moments, like threads untied. Nothing and no-one is truly gone. But all of it fades at the break of dawn. [You have 2 missed calls from Anna Dubois] [You have 1 new message, which you never saw.] Act 5. Rubedo At long last, our companions arrive At the Wilds of Rubedo, where pleasure can thrive. A place for desire, for need, for want, Ruled by the Red Lord, masked in a taunt. Jan, it is known, you can only be brave, By drinking the courage you so deeply crave. Each day in a Foxhole, each moment moves quicker, If you can taste the relief you find in that liquor. [You have 5 missed calls from Jacqueline Claessen] And all of them voicemails, asking where you’ve been. The answer should come as no surprise: Jan Claessen indulges in a toxic vice. Jan, it is time, complete this narration. Follow the path that leads to damnation. So here you stand, Jan, here you lay, One last Latecomer has to pay. In drink you cannot escape forever, You'll soon pay the price for this very endeavour. Hang, as you may, at the end of your rope, Where one is left with just a fool’s hope You’ll arrive at the Alagaddan shore To drink and forget to feel once more In the court of the once Hanged King – A Ruler made of twine and string. The rope, it twists into His crest. Blessed His mark in crimson nest. Until the tribute is paid in full. Every day you'll feel the pull Of the noose around your neck * * * * * * * * * * * Note: Agent Dubois was alerted something was amiss when several calls from her and Claessen’s wife went unanswered. Agent Jan Claessen was eventually found in his office, lying in a pool of his own blood and holding a steel knife similar to the one used by Dr. Merhout, which he had attempted to use to slash his throat. Due to severe alcohol intoxication, he was unable to complete this task. Agent Claessen was rushed to the hospital and required several blood transfusions. Upon examination, it was discovered the skin of his neck was covered in rope burn. The above SCP-7462 reinterpretation was found among Agent Claessen's files. Further analysis showed minor memetic characteristics in the text, but no hermeneutic effects. Dr. Merhout concluded that Agent Claessen's failure to "pay the tribute" resulted in an interruption of SCP-7462's effects, stopping the hermeneutic bridge from completing. Dr. Merhout completed her review of SCP-7462 after recovery, and retired shortly after due to the sustained injury. 01/NOV/2004 Update: After several months of rehabilitation, Agent Claessen signed up for the Foundation sponsored addiction support group. Footnotes 1. A cognitohazard activated by or resulting from the reinterpretation of an idea or concept. 2. Reusing strips of parchment from obsolete manuscripts and codices in bookbinding was a common practice, and several fragments of medieval literature have been rediscovered by examining these bindings. 3. "Of Reynaerde the Fox", a Middle-Dutch satirical epic about a medieval court of animals who are tricked by the titular Fox to fall to temptation. 4. Opening lines to Van den Vos Reynaerde, transl. “Willem who wrote Madocke” or “Willem who made Madocke”. 5. Dr. Merhout was later found in her office at the University of Utrecht, still holding the steel knife. She was rushed to the hospital to receive emergency care. The left eye could not be located. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7462" by FlyPurgatorio, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7462. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: Vele Bouke License: Public Domain Mark 1.0 Source Link: Under the button saying Bibliografische Info, in German. Additional Notes: Minor alterations made by FlyPurgatorio. Another version of this picture can be found here. Filename: Red Lord Reyn License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Royal_MS_10_E_IV_fol_49v_Reynard_the_Fox_preaching_to_geese.png Filename: Jim Nightshade License: Open Font License Source Link: https://fonts.google.com/specimen/Jim+Nightshade/about?classification=Handwriting Additional Notes: The font used in the titles. Filename: Medievalsharp License: Open Font License Source Link: https://fonts.google.com/specimen/MedievalSharp?query=medievalsharp&classification=Handwriting Additional Notes: The font used in the headers. Filename: Alagadda lineart.png Author: pab07 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: LINK Source: Authors own work Filename: Alagadda color.png Author: pab07 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: LINK Source: Authors own work
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close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains subject matter such as body horror and medical horror related to insects, plant diseases, and other bodily changes. Reader discretion is advised. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 7464 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-7464 Special Containment Procedures: Following standard Foundation rural containment procedures, a 2km perimeter around SCP-7464 is to be cleared. A chain link fence is to be erected on the edges of this perimeter, with inspections being subsequently on a bi-yearly basis to ensure the condition of the aforementioned fence. Maintenance of the fence will be done at the discretion of the head researcher. Due to the abundance of corpses within the graveyard that SCP-7464 grows in, it is not expected to exhaust its current food source for several decades. Should the subject be determined to have run out of its supply of its current food source, additional corpses or carcasses are to be procured. Additional Special Containment Procedures (Jan 27, 1965): Due to the slowness of SCP-7464’s means of communication, audio recording devices are to be placed at the “mouths” at the ends of SCP-7464’s arms in order to determine the current word the anomaly is communicating. As the subject’s occasional state of pain precludes it from communicating for weeks to months at a time, special schedules are to be created regarding when and how authorized personnel can communicate with the anomaly. Description: SCP-7464 is an immobile humanoid entity currently growing within an abandoned graveyard, made to assume the shape and functions of a tree. In order to fulfill its role, SCP-7464 has been found to have several unique characteristics: A rounded and cylindrical body mimicking the structure of a tree trunk, with its rib cage being expanded far beyond its normal shape in order to support the subject’s weight. A bark-like outer covering made entirely of hardened human calluses, allowing the subject the ability to resist both blunt and sharp forces. Abnormally elongated legs that dig into the soil in the same way as roots, with specialized bone-eating humanlike mouths within the soles of its feet that allow it to consume corpses below. Two separate esophagi within both legs located between the fibula and tibia bones as well as within an abnormally enlarged femur bone, leading up to the subject’s stomach. An extremely slow metabolism and growth rate which allows SCP-7464 to survive on little food for months at a time Two vertically outstretched arms covered in long, thick, black hair that mimic the structure (but not the function) of leaves or vines. Beginning from December 17, 1964, these arms, unlike their legs, branch at the elbow or the fingers. This allows more arms to grow in their place. Hands with humanlike mouths located on the surfaces of their palms. Unlike the mouths located on the anomaly’s legs, these mouths only seem to possess the ability to allow the anomaly to breathe. Two separate tracheae within both arms that connect the mouths on the surfaces of their palms to the anomaly’s extremely large lungs. Both tracheae lack vocal cords, rendering SCP-7464 incapable of normal speech. Two extremely small ears on either side of the anomaly’s “face”. Two large, bloodshot eyes on the anterior surface of the anomaly’s trunk. A large “facial” mouth, sewn shut with a thin vine-like thread1 Aside from its unique tree-like characteristics, it has been determined that SCP-7464 possesses much the same physiology and anatomy as a normal human. As demonstrated within Addendum 7464.1, SCP-7464 is capable of feeling pain, often quivering, tearing up, or crying in response to branching limbs, burrowing termites, or other conditions. SCP-7464’s eyes are also capable of slowly following researchers who lapse into its field of vision, implying basic animalistic sentience. However, its sapience is yet to be proven. (see Addendum 7464.1) Addendum 7464.1: The following log contains a summary of events and discoveries related to SCP-7464 beginning from its discovery to the present day. For ease of use, communication-related events are highlighted in blue and damage-related events are highlighted in red. October 12, 1964: SCP-7464 is discovered growing at a remote cemetery within a remote graveyard near the abandoned village of Sao Antonio in the state of Mato Grosso do Sul, Brazil. A 2km fence perimeter is erected around the subject by the Brazilian branch of the Foundation. November 4, 1964: SCP-7464’s breathing is heard getting louder, but no special note is made of it. December 17, 1964: SCP-7464’s right upper arm begins to branch at the elbow. A smaller, infant-like hand is seen emerging at the wrist. SCP-7464’s eyes are first seen tearing up. December 24, 1964: The mouth of the new emerging arm opens for the first time. All mouths begin to exhale at 30 decibels2, well above the normal exhalation decibel level of 10. December 31, 1964: SCP-7464 begins to occasionally quiver. January 3, 1965: The new arm continues to grow. However, unlike its counterparts, it grows downwards opposite the direction of the subject’s arm. January 18, 1965: A researcher sees a small but growing termite nest on the subject’s right underarm, eating away at the wood-like calluses of SCP-7464’s skin. SCP-7464 continues to exhale at 30 decibels. January 20, 1965: SCP-7464 is heard continuously making an “h” sound as it exhales in a manner similar to whispering. January 27, 1965: SCP-7464 shifts sounds from an “h” to an “e”. Special note is made of this, with audio recording devices being set up beside SCP-7464’s mouth to best observe any other changes. January 30, 1965: SCP-7464 shifts sounds to an “l” sound. February 1, 1965: SCP-7464 shifts sounds to an “p” sound. February 3, 1965: SCP-7464 shifts sounds to an “m” sound. February 4, 1965: SCP-7464 shifts sounds to an “ee” sound. The words “HELP ME." are discerned. February 10, 1965: SCP-7464 is redefined as sapient, but unable to communicate effectively. After formulating a response with his team, Head Researcher Campos asks SCP-7464 what it is. February 11, 1965: SCP-7464 begins to form an “a” sound. February 19, 1965: SCP-7464 shifts sounds to an “m” sound. February 24, 1965: SCP-7464 shifts sounds to an “a" sound. March 2, 1965: SCP-7464 shifts sounds to an “n” sound. The words “A MAN.” are discerned. March 3, 1965: The termite nest within SCP-7464’s right underarm continues to eat away at SCP-7464’s skin. March 4, 1965: Head Researcher Campos asks SCP-7464 what happened to it. March 5, 1965: SCP-7464 begins to form an “a” sound. March 7, 1965: SCP-7464 shifts sounds to an “c” sound. March 8, 1965: The termites eat past SCP-7464’s epidermis and begin to chew on its dermis. Blood is seen flowing from the wound. March 9, 1965: SCP-7464 shifts sounds to an “a” sound. March 12, 1965: SCP-7464 continues to emit an “a” sound. March 15, 1965: SCP-7464 continues to emit an “a” sound. It seemingly refuses to shift sounds any further. Campos’ team attempts to find a reason as to why. March 16, 1965: Junior researcher Almeida suggests that “It’s trying to scream.” March 17, 1965: A plan is made to remove the termites from SCP-7464’s skin. A boric acid solution was considered, but ultimately discounted due to the perceived risk to SCP-7464’s health3. A Dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane (DDT) solution was applied instead. March 19, 1965: SCP-7464 continues to scream. March 20, 1965: First application deemed insufficiently effective. Termites are hypothesized to have burrowed under SCP-7464’s skin. More blood is seen flowing from the wound. March 22, 1965: Second application of DDT solution made. March 25, 1965: Solution deemed insufficiently effective. Small parts of SCP-7464’s skin near the original underarm area is seen bulging. SCP-7464’s wound is deemed to be at risk for infection. March 27, 1965: Deeming that there was no other choice, a boric acid solution was sprayed onto the termite infestation within SCP-7464’s skin. March 28, 1965: Blisters develop on the sprayed area. SCP-7464’s “screaming” begins to move down to 10 decibels. March 29, 1965: SCP-7464 is unresponsive. Its body temperature is elevated from 36 degrees Celsius to 38 degrees Celsius. March 30, 1965: Termite corpses begin to slowly fall out of SCP-7464’s wound. April 1, 1965: SCP-7464 remains unresponsive. Its body temperature slowly begins to fall to 36 degrees Celsius. April 7, 1965: SCP-7464 continues to remain unresponsive. Its eyes remain open. April 9, 1965: The falling of termite corpses from SCP-7464’s wound ceases. April 12, 1965: SCP-7464 is deemed to be catatonic. April 29, 1965: Another hand is seen growing from SCP-7464’s left elbow. June 17, 1965: The arm beneath the newly grown hand begins to fully emerge. Another hand is seen sprouting from the wrist of the first. January 2, 1966: SCP-7464 continues to grow. More branches are seen emerging from its wrists and elbows. April 7, 1966: One of SCP-7464’s fingers from its original right hand begins to slowly wither in a manner similar to gangrene. September 26, 1966: The withering has spread to almost all of SCP-7464’s fingers. Its left hand begins to show the same withering. May 3, 1968: Both of SCP-7464’s original hands become dried husks, with the shape of the fingerbones underneath becoming wrapped by blackened skin. Meanwhile, more of SCP-7464’s newly-grown hands continue to branch. January 3, 1972: SCP-7464 continues to grow and branch out. However, it begins to bend anteriorly as it does so. More of its older hands and arms begin to wither. September 4, 1975: SCP-7464’s anterior bend corrects itself, giving its trunk a crooked shape as it grows upwards. May 28, 1983: SCP-7464’s withered branches begin to fall off. October 6, 1987: A bird lands on one of SCP-7464’s withered hands. It begins to build a nest from its withered fingers. October 9, 1987: SCP-7464 begins to cry. October 30, 1987: On a routine visit by Head Researcher Almeida, SCP-7464’s eyes move for the first time in decades. November 4, 1987: SCP-7464 is heard making an “k” sound. November 6, 1987: SCP-7464 shifts to making an “u” sound. November 9, 1987: At the direction of Site Director Campos, Head Researcher Almeida begins to note the shifts in the sounds that the subject makes. November 14, 1987: SCP-7464 shifts to making an “r” sound. December 2, 1987: SCP-7464 shifts to making an “ss” sound. The words "CURSE.” are discerned. Head Researcher Almeida concludes that this is SCP-7464’s answer to the last question asked of it. December 3, 1987: Head Researcher Almeida asks SCP-7464 what cursed it. December 4, 1987: SCP-7464 is seen pulling the edges of its mouth in a slight smile. It begins to tear up. December 7, 1987: SCP-7464 is heard making a “th” sound. December 8, 1987: A woodpecker lands on one of SCP-7464’s branches. It begins to burrow into SCP-7464’s trunk. SCP-7464 is seen slightly quivering, but continues to speak. December 18, 1987: SCP-7464 shifts to making an “e” sound. December 19, 1987: Root rot begins to manifest on SCP-7464’s left leg. It rapidly withers the leg. SCP-7464 continues to speak. December 25, 1987: SCP-7464 continues making an "e" sound. December 26, 1987: The hair on SCP-7464’s arms begin to fall out, leaving behind bald spots. The subject continues to speak. December 31, 1987: SCP-7464 shifts to making an “t” sound. January 1, 1988: The woodpecker penetrates SCP-7464’s hardened skin and begins burrowing into its flesh. SCP-7464’s eyes become bloodshot, but it continues to speak. January 5, 1988: SCP-7464 shifts to making an “r” sound. January 6, 1988: Tree fungi begins to manifest on SCP-7464’s right eyeball. The subject continues to speak. January 10, 1988: SCP-7464 shifts to making an “ee” sound. January 11, 1988: A large flock of birds begin to land on SCP-7464’s branches, breaking off both withered and healthy fingers and arms. SCP-7464 quivers violently, but continues to speak. January 17, 1988: SCP-7464 continues to make an “ee” sound. January 18, 1988: The vines sewing SCP-7464’s facial mouth shut begin to shorten, ripping parts of its lips and causing blood to flow down from its face. SCP-7464 continues to speak. January 22, 1988: SCP-7464 finishes by making an “s” sound. The words (“THE TREES.”) are discerned. Update (Jan 23, 1988): Using the new technology of DNA testing, Foundation researchers extracted a sample from SCP-7464 in order to discern its identity within the organization’s database. A definitive match was made with Mr. John Pereira, a Brazilian-American lumber mogul last seen on October 1, 1964. He disappeared while surveying a part of the Amazon rainforest for land clearing. Footnotes 1. This remains the only instance of SCP-7464 possessing any normal plant-based characteristics. 2. The decibel equivalent of a human whisper 3. Boric acid is a caustic solution, with symptoms of boric acid poisoning including seizures, fevers, and a lack of responsiveness.
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close Info X Contains mentions of suicide. Item #: SCP-7465 Special Containment Procedures: References to the anomaly have been censored from public records. Description: SCP-7465 is a presence which exists in the basement of a large warehouse in Concho, Ohio, U.S. Despite lacking a physical form, SCP-7465 has a strong influence on physical reality. This is most evident in the minds of its victims, but it also permeates the surrounding area and can be measured using standard omen-reading tools. SCP-7465 is sentient and possibly sapient. Its exact motives are unknown, but for the purposes of the SCP Foundation, SCP-7465 acts out of a hatred for human life. It is unknown how or why SCP-7465 chooses its victims. No decision mechanism has been found; victims have come from different countries, economic backgrounds, and psychological states with no common link between any of them. When a victim is chosen, a slow and inescapable process of anomalous imprinting begins. This manifests in a unique way with each one: a mother in her early forties began experiencing episodes of catastrophic doom several times a week where she would see a "black wall, a black black black black wall of fear" surrounding her apartment. A young university student suffered a nervous breakdown in one of his classes and later took an extended leave of absence. He returned to live with his family before succumbing to SCP-7465's influence the following month. The student's sister then fell victim to SCP-7465 herself. She expressed its influence with a series of five-hundred abstract drawings using pencil and drawing paper before her death. At a certain point, most often a month after exposure, the victim will decide to travel to Concho. They can be and often are talked out of this initially by friends or family, but their decision is final, regardless of outside effort. If the victim lives close enough to Concho, they may attempt to drive or take some form of public transportation to the city. Poorer victims or those who don't own a car may hitchhike or even walk if the journey is not too unreasonable. If the victim lives further away or has no reasonable method of travel, they will create one. The most notable example of this was a teenage girl from El Salvador who, on the eve of her nineteenth birthday, sold all of her belongings, abandoned her family, and bought a one-way plane ticket to Cleveland before hitchhiking to Concho. An experience all documented victims of SCP-7465 share is their interest in the journey expanding the longer it takes for them to complete it. While it may begin only as a mild obsession — minor when compared to similar anomalies catalogued by the SCP Foundation — it will slowly grow in the victim's mind until it becomes an integral part of their sense of self. They will become reliant on it. Many feel an intense need to create monuments to the journey1 or document themselves in some way, believing that they can only introspect when relating their experiences to SCP-7465, Concho, or the basement in some way. The victim will often reference the journey in works of art or school assignments or diary entries, even when it makes little sense to do so. All art created by victims will become large-scaled: a poor painter in New Zealand covered all of their canvases with the phrase "Not enough food for me", written in an extremely small font with white paint. They continued writing it on the walls, the floor, and the ceiling of their home over the course of three days. By their own estimate, they had written the phrase over three-hundred thousand times, covering most of the nearby street before they were discovered. The victim will become overwhelmed by emotion when they reach Concho. They will be unable to move or speak, or if they can speak, they will ramble in an uncontrolled manner. Pessimism is a common symptom, as well as a sudden lack of care for personal safety. Victims may experience episodes of intense rage, a common source of their anger being a fear of destruction: destruction of themselves, of the things or people around them, of the world at large. These feelings can last up to one full day but will always fade into a deep acceptance. The victim will overcome a great mental obstacle at this point. It may be anything from a past trauma to recent emotional troubles — the exact obstacle does not seem to matter other than it exists, the victim cares for it, and it is overcome. Once this happens, the victim's death is imminent. The victim, sometimes on their own and sometimes with the accompaniment of a friend, will travel to the building where SCP-7465 resides. They will then enter the basement alone and, using a thin piece of fabric, a cord, their belt or some other sturdy material, hang themselves until dead on the pipes that run along the ceiling. The entire process occurs to five individuals a year on average. Testing on SCP-7465 has been slow. Many researchers have refused to work on the anomaly, and those who do often leave within two or three years. Exiting staff note a common feeling which drove them to quit: a strong, angry, almost humiliating sense of shame which persists for months after. Footnotes 1. The term 'monument' here is important. Victims specifically use this term quite often when describing their creations. Notably, while this term suggests a kind of religious devotion, victims have thus far never referred to SCP-7465 as a deity or treated it in that way. Instead, they think of it as a neutral presence in their lives, a kind of omniscient bystander. Further analysis is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7465" by redredred, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7465. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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close Info X SCP-7466: Ethereal Canvas Author: Barbarous Bread ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains brief implications of suicide. ⚠️content warning ↑ by Barbarous_Bread Item#: 7466 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Two immature SCP-7466 detected near the Site-53 Observatory. Special Containment Procedures Given their small population and localized breeding grounds, it is unlikely that members of the public will inadvertently discover SCP-7466 or their creations. If this does occur, Site-53 security forces are to retrieve the individual(s) and amnesticize them. They may then be released at the nearest roadway or access point. Regular patrols are to be conducted of known SCP-7466 territory to monitor their population and activity levels. Publicly available satellite imagery of region is to be manipulated and geographical studies of this area are to be restricted to minimize risk of exposing the existence of SCP-7466. Description SCP-7466 are spectral entities that meticulously re-create various objects out of available materials. Their current population is 68 and they occupy a small, remote area near Site-53. As these entities have only been found in the desert, they have been seen using a variety of native elements such as sand, gravel, clay, flora, and fauna. As SCP-7466 develop, they display advanced skill in mimicry of both natural and man-made structures. Example of SCP-7466 construction resembling the Site-53 Observatory. SCP-7466 utilize telekinetic abilities to modify their environment in order to entice a partner, behavior similar to that of some non-anomalous animals..For example, male white-spotted pufferfish (Torquigener albomaculosus) create and decorate intricate circular nests to attract mates. Individual SCP-7466 will craft objects in clusters to display to potential mates. These objects, while far from simplistic, demonstrate only the early developments of their abilities. SCP-7466 will periodically evaluate the objects constructed by others using an unknown metric. Should two instances be satisfied with one another's work, they will then bond for life. Following successful coupling, the two SCP-7466 will begin a collaborative endeavor which will last until their deaths..SCP-7466 instances typically live 12-15 years. These large-scale projects involve manipulating the landscape in a way that their additions appear congruent with pre-existing features of the region. SCP-7466 utilize minute, progressive changes to the area to achieve this effect. These projects serve no known purpose [Update: See Addendum 7466.1]. Addendum 7466.1: Survey Expedition As SCP-7466 were deemed to pose no threat, Junior Researcher David Carlyle was tasked with surveying the population of SCP-7466 and to observe them at various stages in their lifespan. BEGIN LOG 27 JUL 2019 Today I began by following the two SCP-7466 that were found near the Site-53 Observatory. I was able to find an area with 15 entities each appearing to be juveniles. They are engaging in simplistic behaviors such as meandering through the desert or manipulating the desert's surface to form illustrations. While these are rudimentary in terms of their full capabilities, they still express an intuitive understanding of complex geometry. Before me are fractal patterns extending for dozens of meters, diagrams of celestial movements, and I believe one of them took note of me as it seems to be re-creating my face in the dirt. 29 JUL 2019 They do not rest nor do they appear to require sustenance. Each moment is spent seeking out things to create. I've found scores of various things that they've made, but unfortunately the small or superficial ones are prone to degradation so we may never know how much they have created. The ones that do remain are beautiful. I may not be an artist, but I can appreciate the craft. There are almost 40 of the entities here. From my vantage point along this bluff, there is a field of objects that they've made: vehicles, animals, cacti, towers of intricate and interwoven spirals at least 30 meters tall. Some complete and many in progress. The young are scurrying about the objects finding materials to add to their own. A branch, a stone, pieces of dilapidated creations — all repurposed into something new, something of their own. I've seen a few of the entities who have examined each other's portfolio of sophisticated re-creations. Some simply return back to their own areas, while others pair up and then withdraw from this area together. 03 AUG 2019 There are few elder entities in this area. Exploring on foot makes finding them harder as they seek isolated locations in the desert to work on massive collaborative projects. I've seen them in the process of building up mountains, excavating canyons, expanding rivers, and boring out cave systems. Their choices and placement of building materials seem to indicate a desire for these to appear as though they were natural, that they belong. Two mature SCP-7466. Colorized areas indicate alterations that SCP-7466 have made to the environment. Detected via measurement of Mansfield-Pitt Radiation indicative of physical manipulation by spectral entities. 01 SEP 2019 After being out here for over a month, I have considered where these beings come from many times. I believe that I have discovered the answer. I'll bring it back to the site in the next few days. I've taken a particular interest in a pair of the beings. I've stayed with them exclusively for the past three weeks. They were near death. I assumed as much due to their decreased activity and radiance. Their deaths were like that of a star: they collided and then collapsed upon themselves. They then exploded scattering throughout the region. Each stone, each grain of sand, everything that they've touched was riddled with the remains of its designer. That was three days ago. Today everything that was imbued with those remnants began to shimmer in a vibrant white. These particles began to coalesce into a myriad of shapes upon the earth. The shapes then merged along captivating spirals to a few separate spaces. As each shape formed their final arrangements, they lifted from the soil. Each one a new entity. Three of them scurrying about newly formed and eager to carry on their progenitor's legacy. Addendum 7466.2: Recovered Journal During the later portion of Dr. David Carlyle's expedition, he made camp at a dilapidated structure that appeared to be a residence at one point. Its walls were covered in illustrations and compositions in various stages of deterioration. A grave marker was noted behind the building with the name "David" carved into it. Next to the grave was a decayed corpse with what appeared to be self-inflicted injuries to its arms. Photos below show the building's interior and the grave site. Dr. Carlyle recovered a journal from this building and digitized the last entry: These years at your side have been the greatest of my life. Your mind and creativity made me feel that the world was worth living in, even if you felt that it wasn't. We ran here to escape the people who shunned us, but you couldn't run away from the darkness inside. God knows you tried. I miss your touch, your breath against my neck as we danced under the stars. Now you are buried beneath those same stars. I sit here content with the thought that I will soon join you. Each day feels longer, emptier. I can't wake up any longer without seeing your face resting next to me. Your eyes looking into my soul. I will paint once more so that the world won't forget your beauty. So that I can see you one last time. Then we can be together, my beloved, creating for eternity. Photo of Structure Interior Photo of Structure Interior Overhead Photo of Grave Site Overhead Photo of Grave Site More by Barbarous_Bread More by Barbarous_Bread SCPs: Item # Rating Comments SCP-5414 + 53 8 SCP-6252 + 33 8 SCP-6680 + 29 9 SCP-6855 + 28 1 SCP-7252 + 65 18 SCP-7826 + 24 3 SCP-7466 + 18 5 Tales: Item # Rating Comments I Dream of Trains + 13 0 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7466" by Barbarous Bread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7466. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: Critters (Modified by Barbarous Bread) Name: Sechura Desert (also Nazca Desert) Author: A. Duarte License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: Castle (Modified and combined by Barbarous Bread) Name: Sand Castle, Mission Beach Author: Gary J. Wood License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Name: Nevada Desert Author: Tela Chhe License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: Canyon (Modified by Barbarous Bread) Name: Desert View Grand Canyon 3 Author: Tony Hisgett License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: Wall (Modified and combined by Barbarous Bread) Name: Peeling Paint On Wood Board Author: L.C. Nøttaasen License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Name: Giorgio Agamben painted portrait _DDC0720 Author: thierry ehrmann License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: Grave (Modified and combined by Barbarous Bread) Name: Fractal Modular Star Author: Kerstin License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Name: Starry Spin-up Author: European Southern Observatory (ESO) License: CC BY 4.0 Source Link: Wikipedia Name: Aerial Sand Author: Jason Schuller License: CC 0 Source Link: StockSnap
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Don’t let the flame die out. Item#: 7467 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Illustrated depiction of Homo sapiens cobolorumius Special Containment Procedures: All available Foundation surveillance drones are to locate and track GoI-7467 (“The Goblin Gang”). Mobile Task Force Chi-37 (“Goblin Slayers”) has been formed to prevent further GoI-7467 attacks, to detain the members of the GoI, and to reclaim SCP-7467, which has been acquired by the GoI. Witnesses of SCP-7467 are to be amnesticized and all available media outlets are to disseminate appropriate cover stories to news media. While the effects produced by SCP-7467 are temporary, individuals affected by SCP-7467 are to be quarantined until anomalous effects cease, as these individuals are still a danger to the civilian population. Following the cessation of these effects, affected individuals are to be administered Class-A amnestics and released back into the civilian population. Locating SCP-7467 is of top priority. Description: SCP-7467 is an eigenweapon1 that contains three chambers that hold three separate cartridges of ammunition. This ammunition can alter the fabric of reality through three separate means. The first chamber carries ammunition that can alter certain aspects of an individual and how they function. It achieves this by penetrating a small, almost imperceptible hole into the noosphere2, and changing the individual thoughts, perceptions, and personality of the target to those primarily associated with the species Homo sapiens cobolorumius.3 The effect can last for up to fourteen days. These changes include: Decreased intelligence Increased erratic behavior The desire to provoke violence and encourage mischief The desire to carry explosive devices Rejection of social norms or expectations Rejection of apprehension for one’s self-image The desire to tear one’s clothes off and make abnormal vocalizations The desire to make questionable decisions The second chamber carries ammunition that, when striking a target, increases or decreases Hume levels rapidly in a ten meter diameter area of reality. How SCP-7467 uses this mechanism without malfunctioning and altering itself or the user is unknown, as the ammunition that carries this ability should not have the capacity and capability to alter reality. The effect lasts for two hours before reverting reality to its standard state. The third chamber carries ammunition that is essentially a chaotohazard.4 When striking a target, nothing occurs initially, but once the target makes a small decision, that decision can lead to absurd, disastrous, and potentially fatal consequences, regardless of the decision made and the correlation between decision and consequence. For instance, buying a shoe in a thrift store in the United States could result in an earthquake in Taiwan. Discovery: SCP-7467 was discovered on January 2022, when a former employee of Prometheus Labs turned himself in to the Ross County Police Department, Ohio, USA. When interrogated, the individual identified himself as Richard Wagner and informed police of his construction of SCP-7467 and the approximate location of the object. A Foundation employee embedded in the department informed his superiors of the object, and it was successfully acquired by an MTF and transferred to Site-35. Richard Wagner had also informed police of a colleague that had worked on the project extensively with him, and was the one who designed the original weapon. The colleague was identified as Cornelius Neugebauer III, who is supposedly a resident of Ohio, however, extensive searching of the Foundation’s database and in official Ohioan documentation has revealed that no such person has ever been a citizen of Ohio. Investigation into the identity of Cornelius Neugebauer is ongoing. Before Wagner could be interviewed by the Foundation for further intel on the object and other objects of Prometheus Labs, he was inexplicably missing from his cell. Analysis of surveillance footage in the facility shows multiple imperceptible forces grabbing Wagner and dragging him throughout the prison and toward the exit. The identity of this group was initially unknown, however, subsequent analysis of the initial abduction and other similar incidents reveal the perpetrators to be GoI-7467. ADDENDUM-7467-1: INCIDENT 7467-1 The following incident was recorded by CCTV surveillance inside Site-35 on 15/5/22. The footage contains information on GoI-7467’s initial break-in and subsequent acquisition of SCP-7467 and is transcribed below. 13:51: A supply truck pulls into the site’s garage. The driver opens the back of the truck and carries three large boxes and places them on the floor. He then enters the site with the relevant credentials and heads to the nearest bathroom. 13:55: The front of one of the boxes is cut open from the inside by a large knife. Three members of GoI-7467 tumble out of the box and begin expressing various profanities at each other. One of the goblins puts a finger in the front of their mouth to silence the others and begins to slowly tiptoe their way to the entrance of the site. 13:59: Three more goblins not previously seen exit the bathroom, one of them swiping what appears to be skin off of their brow. One goblin protests the idea of disguising as a human, citing a cramped space, the poor quality of the pig skin used making the disguise not effective, and having to constantly smell the stench of rotting flesh. The other goblins wave them off, telling them to focus on the mission. The goblins then put on transparent cloaks that make them imperceptible by sight, and begin to run through the hallways. 14:08: The first set of goblins from the garage enter a security checkpoint, and begin to provide a distraction for the unseen goblins as they pass through security undetected and close the doors behind them. The guards are eventually incapacitated. 14:14: The concealed goblins enter the sealed containment chamber for SCP-7467, and quickly incapacitate the patrolling guards before they are able to activate the alarm. The goblins remove their cloaks and begin to attempt to decode the password for the vault door by looking for clues and making guesses as to what the password is. When this attempt fails, one of the goblins places an explosive device near the door and lights the fuse, setting off an explosion that completely demolishes the door. The goblins take SCP-7467 and quickly exit the containment wing. 14:21: The goblins activate SCP-7467 several times, causing extensive damage to several sections of the site. Multiple site security personnel attempt to impede the goblins’ progress, however, they are struck by SCP-7467 and begin to crawl on all fours and howl. 14:23: As the goblins pass the site cafeteria, they shift SCP-7467 to its third cartridge, and fire at site psychologist Dr. Michael Prescott. Dr. Prescott does not notice the assault and begins to take another bite of his sandwich. As he does so, all of the humanoid containment chambers in the site open automatically, causing a mass containment breach. Fortunately, most if not all of the humanoid anomalies contained within the site are undergoing rehabilitation as the site is mostly a psychiatric center, and so they are cooperative with the Foundation. Those that are hostile do not pose a threat and are eventually contained. 14:26: The site undergoes a lockdown. As the doors to the garage seal, the goblins shift to the second cartridge, and fire at the sealed doors. The Hume levels begin to decrease, causing the doors to cease to exist. All of the goblins reconvene, enter the truck, and exit the site. Analysis of the footage above confirms the perpetrators to be GoI-7467. How they were able to infiltrate a high-security site by plainly entering through the side entrance without being checked by security is unclear, as is how they were able to incapacitate multiple highly-trained security personnel. No casualties were reported, and the major damage done to the site reverted after two hours. The search for GoI-7467 is ongoing. ADDENDUM-7467-2: INITIAL INTERVIEW The following is an interview between Security Officer Blake and PoI-7467-1 (“Cornelius Neugebauer III”). It contains important information regarding GoI-7467, the creation of SCP-7467, and extensive details regarding the mechanics of SCP-7467. Interviewed: Cornelius Neugebauer III Interviewer: Security Officer Emily Blake <Begin Log> BLAKE: State your name for the record, please. CORNELIUS: For your records, my name is Cornelius Goblinado von Musel Kowalski de Neugebauer III, but you can just call me Cornelius. BLAKE: Right. So, Mr. Neugebauer, do you know why you are here with us today? CORNELIUS: It’s about the weapon, isn’t it? BLAKE: Correct, Mr. Neugebauer. We wish to know more about this particular weapon known as SCP-7467, how you’d come to construct it, and of course, how it has come into the hands of an extremist group that plans to do unspeakable things to our people. CORNELIUS: I figured that would come up, considering my… history. BLAKE: You know it all too well. CORNELIUS: In retrospect, I never should have built that weapon. If you are here for retribution, then so be it. I deserve all of it. BLAKE: Mr. Neugebauer, we are not here to punish you. That is not necessary. I am only asking you a few questions relevant to the ongoing situation, and then we can discuss our options when we get there. Sounds good? CORNELIUS: That is fine with me. BLAKE: Great. First up, how did this all start? What was the exact purpose for this object’s creation? This seems like a weapon too dangerous for even Prometheus’ standards, so I am curious to hear how exactly this went down. CORNELIUS: As Richard had told the police already, it was my idea. I was a part of the group known as the Goblin Gang, but we weren’t really a ‘gang’. At least, not originally. BLAKE: Really? Say, what was your group originally? CORNELIUS: It’s simple, really. We were a group who advocated for our rights as goblins. Peacefully, of course. We wanted to share our grievances with the world, but then you showed up and amnesticized our ticket to freedom. BLAKE: Mr. Neugebauer, you should know by now that we could never let that happen. Everyone could see you. You almost caused a major breach of secrecy, and that little incident caused a lot of headaches for the higher-ups. CORNELIUS: I knew the risks of alerting your Foundation, madam, but I had to do it. These people are afraid of something that hasn’t affected them in the slightest. CORNELIUS: We can be a mischievous bunch, sure, but not to the point of malice. We don’t blow people up out of the blue. We don’t raze your homes and steal valuable items. We are good engineers, some of us scholars, construction workers, just normal folk that go through our lives normally like you do, but there is something that is keeping us apart. CORNELIUS: We are shown in your popular culture as weak, incompetent, mindless drones working for some dark lord so that you can prove that we can be squashed. We are only a bunch of rancid, destructive, and ultimately harmless beasts to you. There is a clear, inherent disparity between you and me, but we cannot reveal this harsh truth, for your fear of wanton destruction and violent outbreaks between both the paranatural and the surface world leads our oppressors to crush our necks without consequence, and is frankly a paranoid and condemnatory decision. BLAKE: Mr. Neugebauer, this little tangent isn’t necessary. We need to keep the veil closed and protect it so that our world and your world can both be safe. You have free ports so that you can be protected from the people who will cut you down. We are not bending a knee to a specific ideology or country. We have more important matters than that. CORNELIUS: Your veil will not protect you or us from anything. It keeps the outgroup from the ingroup. That’s why I marched down Washington that day. I had to end it, no matter what it took. But you are still adding more fuel to the fire. BLAKE: And you tried to smother the fire, which didn’t evidently work, and now we have what’s left of that disaster running around, doing the things that you claim are not true. CORNELIUS: I had gone into hiding because you were still searching for me. What you see today was my doing. My actions alone led to all of this. BLAKE: And how does Wagner fit into this? CORNELIUS: I walked into their doors in ‘97. Even before the incident, Prometheus was on their last legs. Their original vision was squashed. What once was a pioneer in the development of paranatural technology for the benefit of mankind became nothing more than a weapons manufacturer. BLAKE: They had classified contracts to manufacture weapons for worldwide militaries since the beginning. CORNELIUS: Of course, but before then, they were a lot more than that, and now those contracts were the only thing that they had left. CORNELIUS: I came up to Richard, disguised as a MC&D liaison. Once I released my disguise and explained the situation, he understood my plight, as his daughter had come out as transgender two years earlier. CORNELIUS: There are many like me, lonely souls searching for a better tomorrow. We each want to be heard, to be recognized not as an enemy but as an equal, the same as the people above us, regardless of differences. I realized that we, the people at the bottom, can rise together and stand against the people pushing us down, even if we are doing it for different reasons. BLAKE: And I assume that Wagner realized the same thing? CORNELIUS: He had his reasons as well. He wanted to make sure that there was no way in hell that anyone was going to take his daughter away from him. CORNELIUS: And so, we began construction. BLAKE: Well then, Mr. Neugebauer, I’d like to thank you for providing me with the necessary context so far. But what I want now is the how. What are the exact mechanics of this thing? How did you manage to create a weapon so destructive that you had to penetrate a hole into another plane of existence entirely? CORNELIUS: Good question. Which function do you want to start on first? BLAKE: How about the personality changer? CORNELIUS: Yes. That. BLAKE: It’s a real head scratcher that you wanted your opponents to make a fool of themselves involuntarily instead of, you know, actually harming them in some way, as a normal weapon should. CORNELIUS: I do not wish to harm innocent people. I wanted to show them that the way we think isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Sometimes, you might just need to let yourself go and let the true, unbridled you out. It’s very calming, trust me. BLAKE: But I guess you forgot about the consent factor? CORNELIUS: Correct. I didn’t think of it until after it was done. The noosphere is a big old mess of concepts bleeding from other spheres and ideas that make us what we are, but I discovered that if you can untangle the strings, you can find an individual string and change a part of that person’s string. CORNELIUS: Maybe I was letting my anger get the best of me, but I took it too far nonetheless. Us scientists are always preoccupied with whether we could do something, but we never sit down and stop to ask if we should do that thing. BLAKE: I guess that’s why the reality bending was the easy part, then? CORNELIUS: Prometheus already had many technologies that delved into the field of ontokinetics. The only problem was keeping the weapon stable while disrupting the reality in front of you, but we made it work. BLAKE: And the last function? CORNELIUS: Have you ever heard of chaos theory? BLAKE: Not particularly, no. CORNELIUS: It describes the underlying patterns of the apparent randomness of chaotic complex systems, particularly the point where stability moves to instability or order moves to disorder. CORNELIUS: The Butterfly Effect is an often used example of this theory. One small action in one state can make a huge difference for a later state. A butterfly flapping its wings can cause a hurricane on the other side of the world. BLAKE: And you found something pertaining to this? CORNELIUS: Yes. The chaotohazards. Unlike most of the hazards that you’ve seen, these exist in many deterministic nonlinear systems, where if found they can cause disastrous results of an unprecedented and unpredictable scale. CORNELIUS: I found and harnessed these hazards, and put them as the last and final function in the weapon. BLAKE: This weapon in general seems very dangerous if you only wanted to prove your opponents wrong. It makes them look like they're right about you. CORNELIUS: I was blind to my arrogance. I wanted to inspire others into taking the charge as I have done, but I didn’t realize that what I did was not going to prove anything. All I could do with that thing was slaughter your people like lambs. But now it’s in the hands of a movement that I built from the ground up, twisted into an unrecognizable form twenty-four years later. BLAKE: It’s not exactly unrecognizable. CORNELIUS: What are you implying? BLAKE: The current figurehead of this GoI might be very familiar to you. Blake pulls out a picture of an middle-aged goblin and places it on the table. BLAKE: Do you know who this is? CORNELIUS: No. It can’t be. BLAKE: We printed this still from a video recorded a few hours ago from a surveillance camera in the exterior of the Chase Bank in New York. This ‘Ulysses’ melted all the gold in there into slag. We have confirmed this familiar face to be the leader of GoI-7467. CORNELIUS: I thought he was taken. I thought he was put in a cell! He’s still out there? BLAKE: Yes, and he has your weapon, and most likely a plan to cripple our species and ruin many lives. That’s why we brought you here. BLAKE: We need your expertise on 7467 and the prior knowledge of Ulysses and the GoI in general in order to stop them. We need 7467 back before it’s too late. CORNELIUS: I cannot meet him again. Not after what he did to my family. He is a danger to us all. BLAKE: We’re not letting you go out to meet him by yourself. We have an experienced MTF joining you in the fight. We will not let harm come to you. We just need some advice and a little helping hand. Pun not intended. CORNELIUS: He’s smarter than you think. A full MTF coming full speed at him won’t do anything. He knows exactly how to stop you, which is why the raid at your site was so successful in the first place. BLAKE: That is also why we need you to solve that problem. You want that weapon out of the wrong hands? Now’s the time. CORNELIUS: If we are both willing to get rid of that thing, I might consider it. Just as long as you promise me that we get it out of his hands before he does the inevitable. If I am right, the consequences could be catastrophic. BLAKE: I will let the higher-ups know. Thank you for your time, Mr. Neugebauer. We look forward to seeing you soon. <End Log> ADDENDUM-7467-3: INITIAL DEBRIEF The following is a transcript of the initial meeting between PoI-7467-1 and MTF Chi-37. It covers the proposed plans to detain PoI-7467-2 (“Ulysses Eisenberger”) and recontain SCP-7467. <Begin Log> RUSKIN: Alright folks, welcome back. Glad to see all of you again. Today’s a very important day, as we have a special guest joining us for the ride, so I want you to be on your best behavior today, alright? LIU: This isn’t primary school, Theodore. RUSKIN: Well, with that attitude it sounds like you’re still in school, so I thought I just had to remind some of you that we have to be kind and respectful towards others, especially to our friend here today. CORNELIUS: I am no friend of your organization, just a mere acquaintance. DAVIS: Is that a goblin? RUSKIN: Yes, Noah, that is a goblin. Very astute observation. DAVIS: Holy shit, we have our own little Boblin! CORNELIUS: I am not a pet for you to keep, or a ‘Boblin’, whatever abomination that is. Theodore leans in toward Cornelius’ ear. RUSKIN: I am so sorry about them. CORNELIUS: It’s alright. I’ve seen worse. RUSKIN: What could possibly be worse? CORNELIUS: Gringotts. And that Japanese animation that they made about us. That still sickens me. FERGUSON: You mean Goblin Slayer? CORNELIUS: Yes, that one. I wasn’t surprised by that portrayal at all, but that was disgusting. RUSKIN: I don’t think we need to bring that one up, Samuel. FERGUSON: Alright. RUSKIN: As we already discussed, Professor Cornelius here will be assisting us in detaining the Goblin Gang and retaking what’s rightfully ours. CORNELIUS: It’s not necessarily yours. RUSKIN: I know that. But we need to take it back before whatever the hell Ulysses is up to comes to fruition. ABEYTA: Well, where do we start? CORNELIUS: I do believe that there is a motive to the madness. CORNELIUS: I was Ulysses’ mentor. He thought of the same thoughts I had. It was like I was looking in a mirror. RUSKIN: But something must’ve happened. CORNELIUS: There was a burgeoning hatred inside of him that I failed to notice until it was too late. Every man and woman above the surface was complacent to our suffering in his eyes. I never got why, but I should’ve known. It was right there all along. DAVIS: So… an extremist. Seems like a nonissue to us. CORNELIUS: You are underestimating what he can do. A GOC strike force couldn’t take him down. You couldn’t keep your own site protected from him. I’ve seen what he could do. LIU: Then he just fucked off? CORNELIUS: No. I was the one who ran. After the march down Washington failed, I left him behind to deal with the GOC strike force. He lost all of my respect before then. Calling me a coward, said he was going to kill my family for siding with the ‘mudpeople’. There was no going back for him. RUSKIN: That’s terrible. I’m so sorry that happened to you. CORNELIUS: I feel the pain that he went through. But that doesn’t mean you get to hurt innocent people because they can’t stop the people above them from hurting us. DAVIS: Hey man, it’ll be okay, once we’re done you don’t have to worry about his sorry ass anymore. CORNELIUS: If you consider the full implications here you can’t lay a finger on him, because the weapon that he holds will either make you screech like a madman, break you down to your molecules, or drop a piano on you whenever you flip a coin. That unpredictability is his advantage, which is why we’ll use it against him. LIU: How? We don’t have a weapon like he has. He’s just going to turn us into jelly. CORNELIUS: The weapon is only part of his advantage. The whole idea here is guerrilla warfare. It takes you by surprise before you can get a single shot in. DAVIS: So, we just go full buck wild? CORNELIUS: No. There are inherent patterns in complex and chaotic systems, such as our weather, which is how we can predict what is coming to us next. I plan to do a similar thing. RUSKIN: And what does that entail? CORNELIUS: I’ll have a one-on-one chat with my old friend, and we’ll make him think that we are about to ambush him, but in reality it should be a fluid, constantly moving assault to keep Ulysses on his toes. FERGUSON: I get it. It’s a plan within a plan that’s not a plan but eventually is a plan. Planception. RUSKIN: How are we going to surprise them when they know we’re coming? CORNELIUS: It’s simple. We don’t, but then we do, as our actual plan should be kept hidden from the multitudes of fake plans. A pattern within the madness. LIU: That could work. RUSKIN: I guess, but I don’t know if that would work. It’s inherently unpredictable. Unknowns mean no clear objective, no clear way of victory, and it rubs me the wrong way. Every piece should fall into place. How am I supposed to do that if I don’t know what the pieces are? DAVIS: Hey man, you’re just being ignorant. You gotta learn the Way of the Goblin. RUSKIN: Shut the hell up. That isn’t funny at all, and you know it. Where’s your respect that you’re supposed to show to our guest today? I warned you twice already, and you still don’t listen to me. DAVIS: The only disrespect in this room is to my nose, since it smells like a pigsty in here. CORNELIUS: Have I provoked you, Mr. Davis? DAVIS: No, you seem like a cool dude, but it just so happens that my brother lost his future engineering job a couple weeks ago because of “competition” that I clearly know was some green freaks getting all the attention. LIU: Are you ranting conspiracies while working for a conspiracy? DAVIS: Shut up. It’s a good thing that we’re keeping the veil closed, and I don’t see why you don’t believe me. I don't want my house to be broken into. I need my family to be safe. There is a large percentage of bank robberies that are committed by these kleptomaniacs, which is why they are incarcerated a lot more often than other anomalous species. I have the statistics. We should just get this Ulysses bastard and go- Theodore curves his hands into fists and slams them onto the table. RUSKIN: Noah. Get out. Now. DAVIS: Sure thing, boss. Davis gets out of his seat and exits the room, slamming the door behind him. RUSKIN: I can’t with him. I just can’t. LIU: You gave him second chances every which way. Hell, he even squinted his eyes while looking at me once, and you let him off for that. RUSKIN: I thought he would change. He said that he would change. CORNELIUS: You only change yourself for the better if you clearly understand why you hurt others and have the motivation and the help to reconcile and evolve into something better. If this is a repeated pattern with no sense of guilt, then I do not see the reason for forgiveness. RUSKIN: That may be true, but he’s my friend. Or was. I have to do something about it, regardless. CORNELIUS: If he is simply ill-informed, then that can be fixed with enough time. But some men do not want change. They believe in what they think is right, no matter the contrary. Convincing them is difficult, if not borderline impossible. I am sorry about your friend, but it may not be easy to forgive him if he is willing to continue what he is doing. Just think about it. RUSKIN: …I will. Samuel pats Theodore on the back. FERGUSON: It’ll be okay, bud. We’ll get out of this eventually. LIU: Hey, guys, if we want to get started, we need to think about some kind of weakness that we can use against Ulysses’ cohorts. ABEYTA: Already on it. RUSKIN: Right on the dot again, Ximena? ABEYTA: You know it, Theo. ABEYTA: It’s about the invisibility cloaks. The issue with invisibility is that you can’t make yourself completely invisible. Even if it's smaller than a single hair follicle, you need just enough of your eyes to stay visible so that light can hit them and you can still see. ABEYTA: Now, trying to see a fraction of a pupil hanging in space would be beyond most people, but I’ve trained myself to look for them because they always move in two. FERGUSON: Don’t we have infrared visors to solve this problem? ABEYTA: This is Prometheus technology. Covers every wavelength. FERGUSON: Well damn, guess that’s not the only thing they stole from Prometheus. ABEYTA: Most of their firepower is from Prometheus. If we want to pack a punch, we’re going to have to bring in the big guns. CORNELIUS: I already have something forming in my head. RUSKIN: Great. Team, let’s get to planning. Or not, since this is all up to chance. FERGUSON: Sir, yes sir! Samuel gives a mock salute to Theodore. RUSKIN: You don’t have to do that. I’m not a drill instructor. LIU: We’re off to a great start already. <End Log> ADDENDUM-7467-4: INCIDENT-7467-2 The following footage is taken from the body cameras of Commander Ruskin and PoI-7467-1. The footage contains the implementation of MTF Chi-37’s plan, the unexpected obstacles placed before MTF Chi-37, and the confrontation between PoI-7467-1 and PoI-7467-2. <Begin Log> Camera footage shows a large, underground tunnel, located underneath the US Capitol Building. Cornelius follows a figure obscured by a dark cloak, who eventually opens a door to reveal a large chamber. Inside this chamber is a multitude of large, complex clockwork machinery which is currently generating a vast number of weapons and equipment. Groups of goblins maintain the upkeep of these machines, using various tools to keep the machines running. In the center of the chamber is PoI-7467-2. GOBLIN: Boss, he’s here. ULYSSES: Cornelius! Ulysses swiftly turns around and runs up to Cornelius, and quickly puts a hand on his shoulder. ULYSSES: It’s so good to see you again. How have you been? CORNELIUS: Relatively alright. I see you are working on something. ULYSSES: Why, yes, my friend, we are working on something very important. I’m finishing what you started. CORNELIUS: What are you planning? ULYSSES: Come on, Cornelius, isn’t it obvious? You know exactly what I’m about to do. ULYSSES: The mudpeople have shown me that time and time again, they will always do the wrong thing. They kick us all down to pull themselves up for something unreachable. They worship false idols that promise wealth and prosperity, but in reality will provide nothing while they get to sit in their clean, upkept mansions. ULYSSES: And why won’t they target us? We’re easy to pick on. We are small, ugly, nasty creatures that’ll get in your fridge. We’re not dangerous. We’re not intimidating. They aren’t afraid of us. CORNELIUS: There are some surface dwellers who will help us. They are in the same situation as us. We have the same goals, why target them too? ULYSSES: Not one of them has cared. We marched down Washington, and not one person walked down with us. They thought it was a goddamn Halloween party! CORNELIUS: Well, it was October 31st. ULYSSES: I already know you’re a terrible planner, but even if it wasn’t that date, there will be nobody there. And why would they be there? They don’t make the commitment to solve their own problems. They’re too numb to their reality, and that makes them weak. CORNELIUS: There was one man who wanted to help. ULYSSES: That was a fluke. He only helped you because you cried like a bitch and told a sob story that got to his cold, dead, heart. He worked for a weapons manufacturer, Cornelius! Can’t you see the irony in that? CORNELIUS: If you knew him like I did, that is not the case. ULYSSES: Oh, really? It seems he’s doing fine making weapons for me. CORNELIUS: Not voluntarily. ULYSSES: Doesn’t matter. The only way that you could care for a civil rights issue anymore is for clout. Like and retweet if you want the government to explode! Embarrassing. ULYSSES: I will show the surface dwellers how it’s done. I’m going to give my fight to all my brothers and sisters in this country, and we’re going to shoot these bastards to kingdom come. This nice little weapon that you made will also be very helpful for what’s about to happen. Too bad I can’t make more, since you burned all the blueprints. CORNELIUS: You don’t have to be the monster that they think you are. You’re just going to prove them right, in the end. ULYSSES: Why would I care? They’d be dead no matter how right they are. Their society is a constant loop. They reject their reality, and try to push themselves into their fantasies where everything is all sunshine and rainbows. ULYSSES: No matter how many times we vote, riot, scream in pain, everything just moves like clockwork. Tragedies are forgotten after a week, pointless issues are brought up to cover up government corruption, and we all just keep marching on as our world burns. ULYSSES: I’m going to close the loop. Break the cycle. The surface was never theirs to ruin. I’m taking it back. CORNELIUS: I can’t let you. You will inspire the next generation to slaughter like you do. ULYSSES: And you think your ideas will come out on top? Kindness doesn’t work anymore. Our oppressors need consequences. ULYSSES: This isn’t even my tunnel. This is an old tunnel built in 1794 for our ancestors, who were forced to pay so much sweat, blood and tears in exchange for small pastries and scraps. They only used us as a tool for their machines, and kept their deeds hidden. What they forgot is that this tunnel is also a perfect location to enter a government building. ULYSSES: You, on the other hand, are just a domesticated dog for a rich human family that treated you like a baby. Our ancestors’ bloodlines were stolen when we were taken as servants and given names from the surface, which includes you. You will never know what it’s like to suffer as I have. You have no scars. CORNELIUS: That does not give an excuse for hanging my father from the rafters to send a message. ULYSSES: He had all the money in the world to help us, and yet he spent it all on the veil. It was a necessary message. ULYSSES: Selling out to the Jailors will not help you. They are not prepared for what will come next. You are- The chamber shakes, and a loud noise can be heard outside the tunnel walls. Heavy footsteps and screaming can be heard in the background. ULYSSES: And there we go, you sent them in. Predictable for a traitor. CORNELIUS: This isn’t what you think. ULYSSES: Really? Because I now have two hostages in my hands, and I can also add a few more casualties to the tally. ULYSSES: My friends are already up above. I can’t wait to see the look on your face when we bring the bodies for you to see. Theodore’s body camera activates, showing the interior of the U.S. Capitol, sustaining minor damage from the controlled explosion intended to lure Ulysses into action. MTF Chi-35 scans the chamber and nearby hallways for any sign of GoI-7467. FERGUSON: No sign of them yet. RUSKIN: Of course. They could come any time soon. In fact, they could be in this very room right now, and I would be none the wiser. FERGUSON: You sure you okay, man? I haven’t seen you act like this before. RUSKIN: I don’t know anymore, Sam. This shit is tearing me apart. I have never felt so small. FERGUSON: Aren’t we all, sometimes? RUSKIN: Not like that. I work for an incomprehensible entity that keeps an everlasting curtain standing for every second that I stand here. I am fighting a fight that has been fought for too long. It’s all the same. FERGUSON: It’s like you’re only a piece of a puzzle? RUSKIN: Yes! That’s exactly it! And I don’t know what I’m fighting anymore. I’ve lost good friends to this fight. But now it feels like we did all of this for nothing. FERGUSON: This won’t be for nothing, Theo. We have each other, that’s all we need. These goblins aren’t aggressors. They’re hurt. They need us. We need to step up and take action. Not for our organization, not for the Overseers, not for any of that. We’re here to protect. That’s what we stand for. RUSKIN: I hope you’re right. FERGUSON: I will. Just lead us through this. It’s on us for what happens next. This fight doesn’t have to be the same anymore. Ximena springs out of a corner, looks around the room, and finds no signs of GoI-7467. ABEYTA: Don’t see any yet. RUSKIN: Did you get the fridge set up? ABEYTA: It’s all locked and loaded. Katy’s got the mannequins and the fake 7467’s. FERGUSON: What about Noah? RUSKIN: I had him sit out of this one. He needs a break. LIU: More like a good hit of his perfect teeth. RUSKIN: We don’t need to start any of that. They’ll be coming any minute. Stay sharp, watch each other’s six. You don’t know where they could be at. They could— Ximena fires her tranquilizer at a nearby, empty space in the chamber, which hits and incapacitates a concealed goblin. ABEYTA: Told ya. They always move in two. RUSKIN: Alright, it’s already started. Everyone to your positions! The team scatters into different directions. Theodore can be seen sprinting through the halls, quickly turning through tight corners. He drops several ball bearings in various locations, causing some concealed goblins to lose their footing and injure themselves. He eventually stops, out of breath, and peers out of a corner. Hundreds of goblins are seen exiting what looks to be a wall, but in reality is an illusion of a wall covering the entrance to a large tunnel. RUSKIN: Okay, I found the entrance. There’s a lot of them. No sign of Ulysses yet. LIU: <radio> He probably can’t be seen from the large crowd. RUSKIN: Cornelius said that he was wearing a very dark cloak, like something you’d see a cult leader wear. I don’t see anything matching that description. ABEYTA: <radio> Should we just wait, then? RUSKIN: Well, we need something large, bombastic, something to get their attention. There’s too many of these goblins at this entrance. I need a distraction. FERGUSON: <radio> On it. Theodore waits for a few moments, continually spying on the emerging army sent by Ulysses as they emerge from the tunnel. Theodore braces for an eventual confrontation, however, what appears to be the sound of a heated debate can be heard in the background. GOBLIN: They’re over there! The approaching army stops in their tracks, and turns to face the noise. GOBLIN: It’s time we break the chains. The goblins put their cloaks on, become imperceptible, and rush toward the noise. As they do so, Theodore enters the corridor and searches for any remaining goblins. He finds none. RUSKIN: What was that? FERGUSON: <radio> Little something I cooked up. The government officials are hiding on the other side of the building, so we should move the chaos in the opposite direction. LIU: <radio> I like your thinking there. RUSKIN: I should keep moving. Theodore checks the hidden entrance, and attempts to pass through it, however, he is impeded by an invisible force. RUSKIN: Of course it wouldn’t be that easy. Theodore looks for any sign of entry, however the tunnel entrance appears to be inaccessible, even with the usage of conventional tools. RUSKIN: Our friend here is not letting me in his lair. LIU: <radio> Even if it wasn’t locked out, that place is probably swarming with goblins. You can’t just walk in and take 7467. RUSKIN: I’m just figuring out my options here, Katy. We have two hostages down there, and I can’t take any risks. LIU: <radio> This whole mission is a risk, Theo. RUSKIN: I’ll figure it out. Theodore sighs and begins to run down the remaining corridors, and up several flights of stairs. He eventually enters what looks to be a committee room. RUSKIN: Alright, I’m here. Is everyone ready? LIU: <radio> Sure am. ABEYTA: <radio> I got everything prepared. FERGUSON: <radio> Ready when you are. RUSKIN: Alright team, let’s end this. Hit it! Several loud, explosive sounds can be heard, shaking the entire committee chamber floor. Theodore almost loses his footing, but after a while the sounds cease and Theodore regains his balance. RUSKIN: Hope this works. Theodore exits the chamber and heads back down the stairs, heading towards the chamber of the House of Representatives. Surveillance footage shows several groups of goblins being strung up by large nets, some being attacked by animated mannequins, which are not affected by bullets, and some being affected by several large-scale illusions, which include a false UIU strike team, false weapons lying on the floor, and false U.S. House Representatives that flee from the goblins. These illusions are mostly distractions to keep the goblins from hurting innocent civilians. Theodore turns a corner, and sees two goblins with their firearms raised at what appears to be a refrigerator. GOBLIN: We know you’re in there, missy! GOBLIN: Come on out or we’ll shoot! LIU: Never! GOBLIN: She’s stubborn. GOBLIN: Just open the door, you wank. GOBLIN: Fine. The goblin attempts to open the door, however this is not feasible, as the refrigerator is actually a cardboard cutout. LIU: Sorry about that, guys. There is no fridge. Katherine leaps from around a corner and incapacitates the hostile goblins with her tranquilizer. RUSKIN: This is just getting ridiculous. LIU: C’mon, don’t you think this is a little fun? These illusions look so real! RUSKIN: And I bet we’re never going to be allowed to use them again. LIU: You’re no fun. RUSKIN: Let’s just get going. The rest of the goblins are either incapacitated by several traps or patrolling Chi-37 members, and the ones who are not are locked inside the Senate chamber, after following the noise produced by Samuel. MTF Chi-37 eventually regroup inside the visitor center, looking exhausted and injured from the previous events. FERGUSON: That was a lot. RUSKIN: I still fail to see how we can get that weapon if Ulysses is still hiding. LIU: Maybe he’s waiting for us to put our guards down. ABEYTA: Or maybe he is waiting for someone to justify his actions. Ximena places down the deceased body of a goblin, which is covered in bullet holes. RUSKIN: Jesus Christ. ABEYTA: This was no act of self-defense. This was a clear act of aggression. LIU: I thought you said that Noah would sit this one out. RUSKIN: I didn’t think he was going to shoot anybody! ULYSSES: Did you also think that I wouldn’t notice him? Theodore looks up above, and sees Ulysses grabbing Noah Davis by the throat, dangling him off the balcony above. FERGUSON: Oh shit. ULYSSES: You’re using tranquilizers and childish illusions to stop me now? You’ve gotten soft. RUSKIN: Don’t you dare drop him! ULYSSES: Not until you let me quietly exit the premises. FERGUSON: I don’t think that’s going to happen. ULYSSES: Of course you won’t. Otherwise you won’t be able to contain me. ULYSSES: Do you realize who you are fighting for? You think you’re enforcing justice, for the good of the people and the protection of the weird corners of the world. And yet you seem to forget your roots. ULYSSES: We are who we choose to be. Now you must choose between the bigoted creatures who hide in the shadows of the surface, or… Ulysses points down towards two goblins, who are pointing their firearms at a binded Cornelius. ULYSSES: The innocent goblin, who for hundreds of years has bled so that you can keep your gears turning. What’s so wrong with a little more blood on your hands? It’s your choice. RUSKIN: You can’t do this. ULYSSES: Oh, I can and I will. You are nothing but a pawn in their game, a piece in a larger puzzle. You are just as disposable as the men in the orange jumpsuits that you keep around. I am giving you a chance to prove yourself. You must make the decision, Commander. Your choice will matter, now. Choose wisely. There is a long pause. Theodore contemplates the situation at present, looking frantically around the room for any kind of solution, however, he finds none. He eventually places his weapon on the floor, and raises his hands above his head. RUSKIN: I choose chance. ULYSSES: Interesting. You know what, I’ll honor that choice. Ulysses shifts 7467 to its third cartridge, pulls Noah up and places him on the balcony floor, and fires the weapon at Noah. ULYSSES: If you leave it up to luck, eventually it will hit you in the back. Noah slowly pulls himself up, and grabs his pistol. He turns its safety off and puts his finger on the trigger, pointing it at Ulysses. DAVIS: You just won’t quit, won’t ya, you green bastard? ULYSSES: The world should remove people like you, but if Mother Nature wants to spare you, I’ll let her take its course. DAVIS: Your tricks don’t work on me anymore. I should’ve pulled the trigger when I had the chance. ULYSSES: You do have the chance now. Go right ahead. RUSKIN: Noah, don’t! Noah pulls the trigger, but the gun jams. DAVIS: What? ULYSSES: Here she comes. A section of the balcony collapses, causing Noah to fall to the chamber below. He does not move once the impact settles. ULYSSES: They never change, don’t they? Predictable. Now it’s your turn. Ulysses shifts 7467 to the second cartridge and pulls the trigger, however, nothing occurs. The gun does not go off. ULYSSES: That shouldn’t happen. This doesn’t malfunction. It can’t malfunction! It can’t- WAGNER: Did you really think I didn’t have a failsafe, Evolutionsbremse? A figure appears behind Ulysses, and strikes him in the back of the head, incapacitating him. WAGNER: Those chains aren’t hard to break out of. Your reign of terror is over. RUSKIN: Now! Ximena and Samuel fire their tranquilizers at the two remaining goblins, incapacitating them. FERGUSON: We gotta go. RUSKIN: Can you meet us at the entrance, Richard? WAGNER: I’ll find a way down. CORNELIUS: Thank you, old friend. WAGNER: Gern geschehen, little one. <End Log> After the events transcribed above, all members of GoI-7467 have been detained and SCP-7467 has been successfully reclaimed. Further investigation into the other Prometheus items stolen by GoI-7467 is ongoing. ADDENDUM-7467-5: RELEVANT DOCUMENTATION The following is an undisclosed letter sent from PoI-7467-1 to Theodore Ruskin of Chi-37. It has been transcribed below. Theodore, I first would like to thank you for what you’ve done last night. It was a tough choice, and you did the right thing. I’m sorry for your friend. I could’ve stopped what happened, but now I know that we must carry on, and learn from our mistakes. Ulysses thought there was no change in our fight, that the cycle of pain and suffering will continue, regardless of what we do. He is wrong. Senseless violence will make martyrs, and continued movements inspired from the original hate. But anger does not have to destroy. My anger is not for hate but for love. I recognize the world for its flaws and its injustices and its cruelties, and I will not let these crimes stand. I can redirect that energy, that stance to fight, and use it to make the world a better place. Militant decency, as Terry Pratchett taught. Your Foundation does not need to uphold what it stood for in the past. I have seen something from within its jaws. A spark that refuses to go out. 43, 87, 120, I have seen all of it. You are not a pawn, Theodore, you are a commander. An inspiration. Something that the people will look up to. I think it’s time for you to take a stand. I am getting old. My fight has long since passed. I have made irreversible mistakes. I have started something that has consumed the lives of many. That is something that the world can’t forgive. But the least I can do is pass the torch. Richard and I are living with his daughter in an undisclosed location. You do not need to find us. But you must carry the torch as I have. We cannot be destroyers. We must be better. For the sake of our children, we must be better. Don’t let the flame die out. Footnotes 1. An anomalous weapon of mass destruction used by various groups of interest, governments, and mercenaries. 2. The sphere of all human thought 3. Colloquially known as a goblin 4. A hazard that changes patterns in deterministic nonlinear systems that can result in large differences in a later state. This is colloquially known as the ‘Butterfly Effect’. More From This Author More From This Author Merehrab's Works SCPs SCP-6461 (+31) • SCP-7163 (+53) • SCP-8035 (+32) • SCP-7550 (+58) • Tales/GoI Formats Blackbird (+12) • Turning Out (+17) • Other Merehrab’s Musings (+28) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7467" by Merehrab, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7467. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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ITEM #: 7470 Fig 1.1: The moon, as seen from Site-19 roughly 12 hours after the advent of SCP-7470 (hover to enlarge). SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: The search for Daniel Collins and other missing persons related to SCP-7470 is ongoing and considered a top priority. Monitoring of Le Blanc University and the surrounding environs is to be conducted at all times. Standard Foundation disinformation protocol applies to inquiries by law enforcement or the public regarding the status of the missing persons. The Philip E. Lewis Memorial Auditorium, the hypocenter for SCP-7470, has been closed to the public and placed under Foundation jurisdiction under the guise of structural defects. Lunar surveys are ongoing. High command stationed on Lunar Area-32 has been asked to review the contents of this file—contingency protocols for the emergence of unforeseen lunar phenomena are being drafted. All personnel should prepare for a potential Amida-class disruption event. Consult your HMCL supervisor for more information. DESCRIPTION: SCP-7470 was the disappearance of Daniel Collins and associated phenomena on the night of March 6, 2023, at roughly 7:00 pm. Collins, who had experience working for NASA and other aerospace organizations, had been a professor of astronomy at Le Blanc University for well over a decade prior to SCP-7470. An extensive background check revealed no abnormalities besides an antisocial childhood. Prior to the advent of SCP-7470, Collins had been conducting an extensive study on lunar activities using University funds, with an emphasis on the annual variations of orbital patterns. The exact nature of his research was never fully disclosed to the faculty or student body; his findings were expected to be revealed during the lecture that resulted in SCP-7470. Readings taken from local monitoring stations after the conclusion of SCP-7470 discovered slight gravitational abnormalities concurrent with the advent of SCP-7470; however, they were not nearly as powerful as the nature of the incident would require (see Addendum A). Theorists currently speculate SCP-7470 generated a localized spacial/temporal anomaly to reduce damage caused by its gravity on planet Earth, however, this cannot be confirmed. Following the conclusion of SCP-7470, the moon now possesses an inverted synchronous rotation, so that its far hemisphere1 orbits facing the Earth. Foundation-operated astronomical divisions have been placed on notice should future incidents arise, and disinformation campaigns are suppressing ongoing public alarm. ADDENDUM A: Video Log Forward: The following is a recording of SCP-7470, captured by a member of the audience during Collins' lecture on his research findings. The lecture was held at the Philip E. Lewis Memorial Auditorium at Le Blanc University. In attendance were 54 students, faculty, and members of the public. The footage was recovered by Foundation cleanup crews following the conclusion of SCP-7470. [Camera activates. The stage is empty and the lights are off. Ambient chatter from the audience can be heard.] [Collins enters from stage right. Audience applause as light illuminates the stage.] [He approaches the podium and raises a hand in acknowledgment. The applause subsides. He adjusts his microphone.] First I want to thank you all for coming. I know the weather has been less than ideal. I just want to let you all know how grateful I am to have an audience here. You're all fantastic. [Collins clears his throat.] When I was eight, after a particularly nasty bout of night terrors, my mother took me out into the cold Mojave night, sat me down on the dusty rocks, and told me a story. She said that every night, once the sun settles over the horizon, the moon comes out to keep watch over the Earth. It kept all the monsters away, she told me. The moon would watch all night. It could see everything. The biggest trees, the smallest mice. She even told me it could see all the fishes of the sea, all the way to the bottom. It was so big, so powerful, none of the monsters dared to face it. It could even see me, of course, sitting cozy in my bed. All night long, it would watch. Then the sun would come up, chase the moon out of the sky, bathe the Earth in golden light. Until the next night. On and on, forever. I don't know where she got that story from, but it did wonders to ease the frightened mind of a child. The moon, guardian of the night. It must be pretty good at its job since I never saw any monsters around. [Collins chuckles and pauses for effect—audience remains silent. He continues, shakily.] On my twelfth birthday, Apollo 11 put men on the moon. For the first time, I saw the moon, not through the dirty lens of a telescope but live on television. [Collins begins to pace the stage. The camera pivots to follow him.] After that, I became fascinated with space. I mean really, truly obsessed. You should've seen my bedroom. I had one of those rocket ship beds, the ones where you could actually stand up in because they were so tall. I had an astronaut helmet and a flight suit and at least a half dozen telescopes. And let's not forget the Moon In My Room—the little bisected moon lamp you hang on your bedroom wall that talks you to sleep. Yes, it's real. Look it up. I got one for Christmas one year. You can click it through the lunar phases and it'll tell you about science and folklore. I loved it to death. But nothing could compare to the real thing. [Collins boots up the stage's projector screen. It displays an image of the moon (pictured).] Fig 1.2: Slide 1. As I got older, I started studying the moon. I'd stare at pictures like this for hours. I'd pore over images from the Apollo missions. Once I even held a piece of moonrock in my hand—gloved, of course. As embarrassing as it sounds, I would sometimes regard it less as an object and more as a person. Someone, rather than something. I think I held a conversation with it on more than one occasion. Could you blame me? I was a loner. [He points to the projector screen, which clicks to show the cover of the 1974 issue of Popular Science Magazine displaying a group photograph of high schoolers alongside NASA technicians. Collins stands out in the foreground wearing a bright red Hawaiian shirt and oversized glasses. Audience laughs, to which Collins chuckles.] That used to be in style, believe it or not. This was a few years before I got an internship at NASA. I was never on the table for the astronaut program, but I did work directly under those who were. I was jealous of them—I could only be a desk jockey for so long. I needed to get out and make a name for myself. So when I was offered a job here at the University… I was over the moon, no pun intended. I took up a position as an assistant researcher, worked my way up to professor, and… well the rest is history. Enough about me. You're all here to learn what they won't teach you in Astronomy 101. You've no doubt studied this stuff all your academic career. If you're like me, you've seen every documentary, read every journal you could find about our only natural satellite. Many of you have probably studied the many theories about its creation—that it was flung from the Earth during an early impact event, or captured and brought into Earth's orbit from some other source. Some of you might believe it was always there, formed from the same accretion disk and at the same time as the Earth. [Collins clicks to the next slide, an image of the moon cracked with red chasms.] This is what the moon would've looked like in its early years. Fragile. Impure. Rift valleys like the one on the screen would've made the moon nearly unrecognizable. Like the world's biggest omelet. [Collins pauses expectantly. Audience does not react.] Get it? Because it looks like… an egg? Um, anyway. [Collins clicks to the next slide, an image of the moon as it would have appeared 4 billion years ago.] There would've been vast pools of magma—lunar seas. We can only guess what they would've looked like. I always imagined the moon would've appeared as Earth did in her infancy, full of fire and heat and life. [Collins clicks to the next slide, a Hawaiian lava flow.] Do you know what happens to solid rock when it superheats? Well, it's a bit like taffy. It stretches, becoming something in between a semi-solid and a liquid. The moon would've been… amorphous, malleable. And it would've done the same to anything that touched it, assuming it got hot enough. It's hard to believe that our moon could've been anything other than the dead rock it is now… but it was. For millions of years. Let's talk about a bit more recent history. Man has known of the moon as long as we've known of each other. It's been the centerpiece of countless fables, symbols, and religions. It has captured and mystified us longer than we can measure. [Collins clicks to the next slide, a grainy, distorted image of the moon (pictured).] Fig 1.3: Slide 6. This is the first image of the far side of the moon, as photographed by the Soviet probe Luna 3. The first to see this were the Russians in '59, who later mapped it in '60. By all accounts, they were the first humans in history to have seen the entirety of our moon. They should have been. But they weren't. I saw it first almost five years before the Soviets, in the twilight hours of the early night—that time when the space on the horizon where the sun used to occupy is still firey yellow, before the blues and blacks of night swallow up the sky. It's then when the moon is most prominent, right as it peeks up above the tree line. On this particular night it… felt so close. Like I could just reach up and touch it. No stars out tonight. Just you. But you were wrong. You weren't the same you'd always been. Your face was blemished, scarred. I didn't recognize the craters. I thought I was dreaming, but it all felt so real. You were bigger, too, and not just because of the atmospheric distortion. You were closer. I knew that you were here for a reason. You were here for me. You were trying to show me something—but I couldn't see it. You were still too far. [Audience is noticeably uncomfortable. Murmurs rise as several people in the foreground begin stirring.] I had to get closer. I was on the verge of something more spectacular than any other scientific breakthrough in the last hundred years—the moon had called me, and I had to answer. Why it chose me I… I don't know. It didn't matter. For the first time, my guardian, my protector, had revealed its true self to me. But it was a fleeting moment, and it was gone in an instant. I had to see it again. I couldn't let this die with me—I needed to document it. To record it for generations to come. I needed a spectacle. I needed an audience. [Silence on recording. Collins checks his watch. He murmurs something, then clicks to the next slide. It displays an image of the moon surrounded by a number of equations mapping its orbit with the Earth.] Tonight is a supermoon. It is currently seven in the evening—sunset will occur in a few moments. It won't be long now. [Collins turns to look at something off-screen. The camera maneuvers to the left to display the auditorium's floor-to-ceiling windows. A large, pale object dominates the horizon outside. The camera focuses, revealing it to be an immense, vaguely spherical presence similar in appearance to the moon but distorted in both size and shape. A low pulsing vibration rattles the camera and causes noticeable discomfort in the audience.] All those times I called to you… you were listening. I should never have doubted you. I'm sorry. I think I'm ready now. Everyone, please don't be alarmed. I will go first, to show you it is safe. All I ask is that you watch. For posterity. Fig 1.4: Still recovered from video footage. [Collins steps down from the stage and cautiously approaches the doors leading out of the building. A low murmur from the audience erupts. Several produce cellular phones to record the proceeding event. The object on the horizon has grown in size, and the pulsing has increased in tempo and intensity.] [He exits the building, stepping several meters into the open courtyard outside. He is now enveloped in pale light. He is visibly shaking and speaking upward, but his words are unintelligible. The presence is directly above him. The building's power cuts and the room is bathed in pale light.] [Collins' body is pulled upwards by an invisible force. He is elongated and his torso stretches towards the presence above. He opens his mouth to scream, releasing a semi-liquified, red-tinged slurry of blood and internal organs. The substance demonstrates non-Newtonian properties, initially falling to the ground as solid before gradually softening and levitating alongside Collins' upper torso.] [The audience erupts in screams as the ambient pulsing increases to a deafening volume. Collins's body becomes gelatinous—pustules of skin, bone, and hair drip off his body, hang in the air, then fall upwards. After nearly three minutes, Collins' upper body disappears beyond the view of the camera. His lower body continues the stretch without breaking for an additional ten minutes until it too disappears from view.] [Chaos within the auditorium renders much of the remaining footage useless, but at several points, members of the audience could be seen attempting to barricade the auditorium doors with their bodies and other movable furniture. After several minutes, the camera is knocked from its tripod and trampled. The remaining few hours of film have been destroyed.] Closing: All 54 people present for Daniel Collins' lecture, including Collins himself, have been declared missing. When janitorial staff accessed the building the morning after SCP-7470, they found it empty and in disrepair. L is for "Lamentations" SCP ANTHOLOGY Hub N is for "Neon" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7470" by Its a Bad Idea, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7470. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: farmoon.jpg Name: Back side of the Moon AS16-3021.jpg Author: Apollo 16 astronauts License: Public Domain Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: Luna3.jpg Name: Luna 3 moon.jpg Author: OKB-1 License: Public Domain Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: fullmoon.jpg Name: FullMoon2010.jpg Author: Gregory H. Revera License: Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: supermoon2 Name: Supermoon The Closest And The Biggest India (183091365).jpeg Author: Alok Kumar License: Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported Source: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. Colloquially known as the "dark" side.
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ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page Additional Notes: Victim recovered arranged similarly to a coffee table, with the severed head having a bouquet of flowers rammed through its eye socket. Link To Guide Item#:SCP-7471 Clearance Level 2: Clearance Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7471 is currently classified as a neutralized anomaly. Personnel should alert their Site Director if any reports of individuals matching SCP-7471's description are found in the Cartagena area. Should personnel become aware of the "Cartagena Ripper" killings resuming, SCP-7471 is to be immediately re-classified as Keter, and amnesticization of the local police force must be initiated immediately. Foundation Field Agents are to be posted on patrol in known red-light districts and areas frequented by sex workers. Description: SCP-7471 was an anomalous, non-corporeal, sapient, and suspected reality-bending entity originating in and surrounding Cartagena, Colombia. SCP-7471 took the form of a tall, emaciated, pale-skinned woman, typically posing as a prostitute near affluent, tourist-oriented sections of the city. SCP-7471 was responsible for a series of killings between 2007 and 2012 that were attributed to an unidentified serial killer known as the "Cartagena Butcher" by local authorities. SCP-7471 exclusively targeted adult males, typically small in stature, with moderate to high muscle and low body fat. During the period in which SCP-7471 was active, it was unable to be recorded on any visual media. Evidence collected following the death of Field Agent Domino Martinez suggests SCP-7471 would either solicit a victim for sexual intercourse, or be solicited by a potential victim. (See Addendum) Following intercourse, SCP-7471 would then implant the egg of an unknown, arthropod-like creature inside the bladder of the victim via a urethral canal. This creature, designated SCP-7471-A, would then rapidly grow in size until forcibly exiting the victims body, resulting in evisceration and subsequent death. SCP-7471-A do not possess any internal organs and typically die shortly after emerging from a victim. Based on circumstances surrounding known incidents, it is believed SCP-7471-A emit a memetic compulsion on nearby humans. The nature of this effect is not well understood, and appears to appear randomly or via satisfaction of unknown criteria. Discovery: Foundation personnel responded to local police obtaining a video tape depicting SCP-7471-A emerging from a victim. Due to SCP-7471's absence from all surveilance tapes, SCP-7471-A were initially believed to be the anomaly. Local police dubbed the killings the work of a serial killer. On occasion, anonymous statements were found in local publications self-attributed to the "Cartagena Ripper" but were believed to be a hoax claimant until 2014. (See Addendum) Post-Discovery Victim Log: Victim: José Menudo Results: Incisions made into the cadaver revealed all subcutaneous tissue to be saturated with a highly viscous tar-like substance. Aforementioned substance emits a pungent odor upon exposure to air. A deceased SCP-7471-A instance was recovered inside the subject's abdominal cavity, asphyxiation likely cause of death. Additional Notes: First new victim following Foundation discovery. Notable for being the only SCP-7471 victim discovered fully intact. Victim: Farado Raéz Results: Subject experienced violent decapitation following emergence of an unusually large SCP-7471-A instance. Esophagus and trachea experienced massive trauma. Digestive system appears to have been violently eviscerated by SCP-7471-A instance prior to death. Subject's dismembered legs were found partially digested within the remains of the stomach. Genitals remain unaccounted for. Additional Notes: Victim found dismembered in a downtown Cartagena hotel room. The victim's arms were arranged in a sexually suggestive manner near the absent genitalia. Victim: Unknown Male Results: Subject is a dismembered torso. All organs and muscle tissue appear to have been excavated. The head and limbs of the subject have not been recovered. Additional Notes: Subject discovered in use by a large SCP-7471-A instance as a carapace. Victim: Pascal Demetrio Results: Typical of SCP-7471, subject completely dismembered. No other unusual biological phenomena noted. Subject's eyeballs were recovered from the testicular sac. No surgical incisions were found. Additional Notes: Victim recovered arranged similarly to a coffee table, with the severed head having a bouquet of flowers rammed through its eye socket. Victim: Unknown Male Results: Subject missing all skeletal tissue. Additional Notes: Victim was discovered in a large black garbage bag in an abandoned van. Other paraphernalia recovered at the crime scene suggest erotic asphyxiation was performed or intended to be performed. Victim: Juan Calavera Menendez Results: Subject discovered extremely mutilated. The head was the only part of the subject's corpse that remained untouched. The body below the chest appears to have been altered to resemble fetal tissue. Additional Notes: Victim was a priest at a local Catholic Church. Victim: Unknown Male Results: No findings atypical of other victims. Additional Notes: Subject was recovered being consumed by an SCP-7471-A instance. Victim: Paul Waters Results: Subject's skin has been completely removed. In addition, the victim's body was completely drained of blood shortly after death. Additional Notes: Victim was a high-ranking United States official visiting Cartagena as a tourist. Victim: Raul Rivera Results: Subject appears to have undergone partial SCP-7471-A transformation at the waist. Victim's skull was hollowed out. Additional Notes: Only known instance of an individual transforming into an SCP-7471-A instance. Victim was a detective investigating the "Cartagena Butcher" killings. Victim: Vicente Cortez Results: See Incident-7471-K Additional Notes: See Incident-7471-K Incident-7471-K On 19/07/2011, Foundation personnel were alerted that local authorities had brought an alleged eyewitness into custody for questioning. Vicente Cortez, age 31, claimed to have witnessed the murder of Juan Calavera Menendez and had information regarding the perpetrator. Orders were given to immediately investigate and amnesticize if necessary. Agents arrived at the police station to find the staff in a state of hysteria and covered in blood. The large waiting area appeared to have all the furniture destroyed or relocated, and the staff were all positioned in a large semi-circle facing the interior wall, engaged in repetitive, cyclical movements resembling a bow or prayer. Male staff were reported as emitting low, droning vocalizations. Located at the front of the crowd was a large deceased SCP-7471-A instance measuring 3 meters in length. The instance was situated amongst a large quantity of finely diced biological matter, later identified as being the remains of Vicente Cortez. Substantial quantities of Cortez's DNA were found in fecal samples later taken from the affected staff. Following the conclusion of the investigation, all individuals affected were amnesticized, and related documents expunged. Addendum Investigation into SCP-7471-A remained inconclusive until 2014, following the discovery of the deceased remains of Field Agent Domino Martinez. The circumstances surrounding Agent Martinez alerted the Foundation to the existence of SCP-7471 and subsequently resulted in revision of documentation. The bodies of Agent Martinez and six others were discovered showing a distinct lack of decomposition, and appeared to have suffered extreme burning and disfigurement prior to death, although the building showed no signs of fire damage. The bodies were found positioned kneeling in a circle surrounding the discarded exoskeleton of an SCP-7471-A instance. The whereabouts of the SCP-7471-A instance are unknown. Autopsies revealed each of the bodies to contain a dismembered segment of an additional seventh victim. DNA testing of the victims resulted in the subsequent identification of all victims except the seventh, which has thus far remained unidentified and is not believed to be human. An audio recording was found on Agent Martinez's still functioning cell phone, believed to have been recorded shortly before the time of death. Foreword: Translated from the original Spanish. <Begin Log> Female Voice: Oh, we have it finally. My love. It is time. Sounds of retching and gurgling can be heard throughout the recording. Female Voice: Poor thing. You can't speak anymore. But I can still hear what you're thinking! You want to scream, "Who are you? What do you want?" The female voice laughs. Female Voice: You don't even know how much this moment means to me! To have finally found a vessel, here again for the millionth of millionths of times… The gurgling sounds become more frantic. Female Voice: Even like this, you're such a cute one. It's a shame. But, you may not know who I am, but I know who you are. I know everyone who is ever going to be someone. Female Voice: I know of your abominations and your anomalies Several voices can be heard in the distance pleading. Female Voice: I've always been here, looking for the one. I was, I am, and I always will be. Voices are heard chanting in unison. Voices: We are blighted, she is righteous. Female Voice: You should stop trying to scream, you can't. There's nothing left of your throat. But that's besides the point. Voices: In birthing, we are purging. A separate female voice is heard beginning to sing an unknown prayer song. Female Voice: You ended up being the one I was looking for, Domino. You're special in that way. Voices: Oh, Moonfucker, make our bodies sing once more! Female Voice: Me picking you is more than those missions they send you on. Voices: Oh, Sunbirther, kill time before it begins! Female Voice: Well, My time is up. And as for you people- The female voice moves closer to the microphone. Female Voice: I'll see you at the end of time, my loves. The female voice laughs, followed by a number of distinct voices screaming in pain. After 11 minutes of screaming, it stops, followed by 7 hours of silence before the phone's battery dies. <End Log> Retrospective investigation has revealed the presence of SCP-7471 in security footage from all known incidents. Attempts to determine SCP-7471's identity and nature have been unsuccessful. There have been no sightings or incidents involving SCP-7471 since 2012. More From This Author More From This Author PoufyPoufson's Works SCPs SCP-8031 • SCP-8332 • SCP-8465 • SCP-8010 • SCP-7783 • SCP-8105 • SCP-7541 • SCP-3169 • Poufy's Proposal • SPHERE • SCP-7575 • SCP-7811 • SCP-6541 • SCP-7419 • SCP-7151 • Tales/GoI Formats Other Fear of Death • SCP-POUF • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7471" by PoufyPoufson, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7471. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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SCP-7471
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neutralized
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ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page Additional Notes: Victim recovered arranged similarly to a coffee table, with the severed head having a bouquet of flowers rammed through its eye socket. Link To Guide Item#:SCP-7471 Clearance Level 2: Clearance Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7471 is currently classified as a neutralized anomaly. Personnel should alert their Site Director if any reports of individuals matching SCP-7471's description are found in the Cartagena area. Should personnel become aware of the "Cartagena Ripper" killings resuming, SCP-7471 is to be immediately re-classified as Keter, and amnesticization of the local police force must be initiated immediately. Foundation Field Agents are to be posted on patrol in known red-light districts and areas frequented by sex workers. Description: SCP-7471 was an anomalous, non-corporeal, sapient, and suspected reality-bending entity originating in and surrounding Cartagena, Colombia. SCP-7471 took the form of a tall, emaciated, pale-skinned woman, typically posing as a prostitute near affluent, tourist-oriented sections of the city. SCP-7471 was responsible for a series of killings between 2007 and 2012 that were attributed to an unidentified serial killer known as the "Cartagena Butcher" by local authorities. SCP-7471 exclusively targeted adult males, typically small in stature, with moderate to high muscle and low body fat. During the period in which SCP-7471 was active, it was unable to be recorded on any visual media. Evidence collected following the death of Field Agent Domino Martinez suggests SCP-7471 would either solicit a victim for sexual intercourse, or be solicited by a potential victim. (See Addendum) Following intercourse, SCP-7471 would then implant the egg of an unknown, arthropod-like creature inside the bladder of the victim via a urethral canal. This creature, designated SCP-7471-A, would then rapidly grow in size until forcibly exiting the victims body, resulting in evisceration and subsequent death. SCP-7471-A do not possess any internal organs and typically die shortly after emerging from a victim. Based on circumstances surrounding known incidents, it is believed SCP-7471-A emit a memetic compulsion on nearby humans. The nature of this effect is not well understood, and appears to appear randomly or via satisfaction of unknown criteria. Discovery: Foundation personnel responded to local police obtaining a video tape depicting SCP-7471-A emerging from a victim. Due to SCP-7471's absence from all surveilance tapes, SCP-7471-A were initially believed to be the anomaly. Local police dubbed the killings the work of a serial killer. On occasion, anonymous statements were found in local publications self-attributed to the "Cartagena Ripper" but were believed to be a hoax claimant until 2014. (See Addendum) Post-Discovery Victim Log: Victim: José Menudo Results: Incisions made into the cadaver revealed all subcutaneous tissue to be saturated with a highly viscous tar-like substance. Aforementioned substance emits a pungent odor upon exposure to air. A deceased SCP-7471-A instance was recovered inside the subject's abdominal cavity, asphyxiation likely cause of death. Additional Notes: First new victim following Foundation discovery. Notable for being the only SCP-7471 victim discovered fully intact. Victim: Farado Raéz Results: Subject experienced violent decapitation following emergence of an unusually large SCP-7471-A instance. Esophagus and trachea experienced massive trauma. Digestive system appears to have been violently eviscerated by SCP-7471-A instance prior to death. Subject's dismembered legs were found partially digested within the remains of the stomach. Genitals remain unaccounted for. Additional Notes: Victim found dismembered in a downtown Cartagena hotel room. The victim's arms were arranged in a sexually suggestive manner near the absent genitalia. Victim: Unknown Male Results: Subject is a dismembered torso. All organs and muscle tissue appear to have been excavated. The head and limbs of the subject have not been recovered. Additional Notes: Subject discovered in use by a large SCP-7471-A instance as a carapace. Victim: Pascal Demetrio Results: Typical of SCP-7471, subject completely dismembered. No other unusual biological phenomena noted. Subject's eyeballs were recovered from the testicular sac. No surgical incisions were found. Additional Notes: Victim recovered arranged similarly to a coffee table, with the severed head having a bouquet of flowers rammed through its eye socket. Victim: Unknown Male Results: Subject missing all skeletal tissue. Additional Notes: Victim was discovered in a large black garbage bag in an abandoned van. Other paraphernalia recovered at the crime scene suggest erotic asphyxiation was performed or intended to be performed. Victim: Juan Calavera Menendez Results: Subject discovered extremely mutilated. The head was the only part of the subject's corpse that remained untouched. The body below the chest appears to have been altered to resemble fetal tissue. Additional Notes: Victim was a priest at a local Catholic Church. Victim: Unknown Male Results: No findings atypical of other victims. Additional Notes: Subject was recovered being consumed by an SCP-7471-A instance. Victim: Paul Waters Results: Subject's skin has been completely removed. In addition, the victim's body was completely drained of blood shortly after death. Additional Notes: Victim was a high-ranking United States official visiting Cartagena as a tourist. Victim: Raul Rivera Results: Subject appears to have undergone partial SCP-7471-A transformation at the waist. Victim's skull was hollowed out. Additional Notes: Only known instance of an individual transforming into an SCP-7471-A instance. Victim was a detective investigating the "Cartagena Butcher" killings. Victim: Vicente Cortez Results: See Incident-7471-K Additional Notes: See Incident-7471-K Incident-7471-K On 19/07/2011, Foundation personnel were alerted that local authorities had brought an alleged eyewitness into custody for questioning. Vicente Cortez, age 31, claimed to have witnessed the murder of Juan Calavera Menendez and had information regarding the perpetrator. Orders were given to immediately investigate and amnesticize if necessary. Agents arrived at the police station to find the staff in a state of hysteria and covered in blood. The large waiting area appeared to have all the furniture destroyed or relocated, and the staff were all positioned in a large semi-circle facing the interior wall, engaged in repetitive, cyclical movements resembling a bow or prayer. Male staff were reported as emitting low, droning vocalizations. Located at the front of the crowd was a large deceased SCP-7471-A instance measuring 3 meters in length. The instance was situated amongst a large quantity of finely diced biological matter, later identified as being the remains of Vicente Cortez. Substantial quantities of Cortez's DNA were found in fecal samples later taken from the affected staff. Following the conclusion of the investigation, all individuals affected were amnesticized, and related documents expunged. Addendum Investigation into SCP-7471-A remained inconclusive until 2014, following the discovery of the deceased remains of Field Agent Domino Martinez. The circumstances surrounding Agent Martinez alerted the Foundation to the existence of SCP-7471 and subsequently resulted in revision of documentation. The bodies of Agent Martinez and six others were discovered showing a distinct lack of decomposition, and appeared to have suffered extreme burning and disfigurement prior to death, although the building showed no signs of fire damage. The bodies were found positioned kneeling in a circle surrounding the discarded exoskeleton of an SCP-7471-A instance. The whereabouts of the SCP-7471-A instance are unknown. Autopsies revealed each of the bodies to contain a dismembered segment of an additional seventh victim. DNA testing of the victims resulted in the subsequent identification of all victims except the seventh, which has thus far remained unidentified and is not believed to be human. An audio recording was found on Agent Martinez's still functioning cell phone, believed to have been recorded shortly before the time of death. Foreword: Translated from the original Spanish. <Begin Log> Female Voice: Oh, we have it finally. My love. It is time. Sounds of retching and gurgling can be heard throughout the recording. Female Voice: Poor thing. You can't speak anymore. But I can still hear what you're thinking! You want to scream, "Who are you? What do you want?" The female voice laughs. Female Voice: You don't even know how much this moment means to me! To have finally found a vessel, here again for the millionth of millionths of times… The gurgling sounds become more frantic. Female Voice: Even like this, you're such a cute one. It's a shame. But, you may not know who I am, but I know who you are. I know everyone who is ever going to be someone. Female Voice: I know of your abominations and your anomalies Several voices can be heard in the distance pleading. Female Voice: I've always been here, looking for the one. I was, I am, and I always will be. Voices are heard chanting in unison. Voices: We are blighted, she is righteous. Female Voice: You should stop trying to scream, you can't. There's nothing left of your throat. But that's besides the point. Voices: In birthing, we are purging. A separate female voice is heard beginning to sing an unknown prayer song. Female Voice: You ended up being the one I was looking for, Domino. You're special in that way. Voices: Oh, Moonfucker, make our bodies sing once more! Female Voice: Me picking you is more than those missions they send you on. Voices: Oh, Sunbirther, kill time before it begins! Female Voice: Well, My time is up. And as for you people- The female voice moves closer to the microphone. Female Voice: I'll see you at the end of time, my loves. The female voice laughs, followed by a number of distinct voices screaming in pain. After 11 minutes of screaming, it stops, followed by 7 hours of silence before the phone's battery dies. <End Log> Retrospective investigation has revealed the presence of SCP-7471 in security footage from all known incidents. Attempts to determine SCP-7471's identity and nature have been unsuccessful. There have been no sightings or incidents involving SCP-7471 since 2012. More From This Author More From This Author PoufyPoufson's Works SCPs SCP-8031 • SCP-8332 • SCP-8465 • SCP-8010 • SCP-7783 • SCP-8105 • SCP-7541 • SCP-3169 • Poufy's Proposal • SPHERE • SCP-7575 • SCP-7811 • SCP-6541 • SCP-7419 • SCP-7151 • Tales/GoI Formats Other Fear of Death • SCP-POUF • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7471" by PoufyPoufson, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7471. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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SCP-7471
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uncontained
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ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page Additional Notes: Victim recovered arranged similarly to a coffee table, with the severed head having a bouquet of flowers rammed through its eye socket. Link To Guide Item#:SCP-7471 Clearance Level 2: Clearance Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7471 is currently classified as a neutralized anomaly. Personnel should alert their Site Director if any reports of individuals matching SCP-7471's description are found in the Cartagena area. Should personnel become aware of the "Cartagena Ripper" killings resuming, SCP-7471 is to be immediately re-classified as Keter, and amnesticization of the local police force must be initiated immediately. Foundation Field Agents are to be posted on patrol in known red-light districts and areas frequented by sex workers. Description: SCP-7471 was an anomalous, non-corporeal, sapient, and suspected reality-bending entity originating in and surrounding Cartagena, Colombia. SCP-7471 took the form of a tall, emaciated, pale-skinned woman, typically posing as a prostitute near affluent, tourist-oriented sections of the city. SCP-7471 was responsible for a series of killings between 2007 and 2012 that were attributed to an unidentified serial killer known as the "Cartagena Butcher" by local authorities. SCP-7471 exclusively targeted adult males, typically small in stature, with moderate to high muscle and low body fat. During the period in which SCP-7471 was active, it was unable to be recorded on any visual media. Evidence collected following the death of Field Agent Domino Martinez suggests SCP-7471 would either solicit a victim for sexual intercourse, or be solicited by a potential victim. (See Addendum) Following intercourse, SCP-7471 would then implant the egg of an unknown, arthropod-like creature inside the bladder of the victim via a urethral canal. This creature, designated SCP-7471-A, would then rapidly grow in size until forcibly exiting the victims body, resulting in evisceration and subsequent death. SCP-7471-A do not possess any internal organs and typically die shortly after emerging from a victim. Based on circumstances surrounding known incidents, it is believed SCP-7471-A emit a memetic compulsion on nearby humans. The nature of this effect is not well understood, and appears to appear randomly or via satisfaction of unknown criteria. Discovery: Foundation personnel responded to local police obtaining a video tape depicting SCP-7471-A emerging from a victim. Due to SCP-7471's absence from all surveilance tapes, SCP-7471-A were initially believed to be the anomaly. Local police dubbed the killings the work of a serial killer. On occasion, anonymous statements were found in local publications self-attributed to the "Cartagena Ripper" but were believed to be a hoax claimant until 2014. (See Addendum) Post-Discovery Victim Log: Victim: José Menudo Results: Incisions made into the cadaver revealed all subcutaneous tissue to be saturated with a highly viscous tar-like substance. Aforementioned substance emits a pungent odor upon exposure to air. A deceased SCP-7471-A instance was recovered inside the subject's abdominal cavity, asphyxiation likely cause of death. Additional Notes: First new victim following Foundation discovery. Notable for being the only SCP-7471 victim discovered fully intact. Victim: Farado Raéz Results: Subject experienced violent decapitation following emergence of an unusually large SCP-7471-A instance. Esophagus and trachea experienced massive trauma. Digestive system appears to have been violently eviscerated by SCP-7471-A instance prior to death. Subject's dismembered legs were found partially digested within the remains of the stomach. Genitals remain unaccounted for. Additional Notes: Victim found dismembered in a downtown Cartagena hotel room. The victim's arms were arranged in a sexually suggestive manner near the absent genitalia. Victim: Unknown Male Results: Subject is a dismembered torso. All organs and muscle tissue appear to have been excavated. The head and limbs of the subject have not been recovered. Additional Notes: Subject discovered in use by a large SCP-7471-A instance as a carapace. Victim: Pascal Demetrio Results: Typical of SCP-7471, subject completely dismembered. No other unusual biological phenomena noted. Subject's eyeballs were recovered from the testicular sac. No surgical incisions were found. Additional Notes: Victim recovered arranged similarly to a coffee table, with the severed head having a bouquet of flowers rammed through its eye socket. Victim: Unknown Male Results: Subject missing all skeletal tissue. Additional Notes: Victim was discovered in a large black garbage bag in an abandoned van. Other paraphernalia recovered at the crime scene suggest erotic asphyxiation was performed or intended to be performed. Victim: Juan Calavera Menendez Results: Subject discovered extremely mutilated. The head was the only part of the subject's corpse that remained untouched. The body below the chest appears to have been altered to resemble fetal tissue. Additional Notes: Victim was a priest at a local Catholic Church. Victim: Unknown Male Results: No findings atypical of other victims. Additional Notes: Subject was recovered being consumed by an SCP-7471-A instance. Victim: Paul Waters Results: Subject's skin has been completely removed. In addition, the victim's body was completely drained of blood shortly after death. Additional Notes: Victim was a high-ranking United States official visiting Cartagena as a tourist. Victim: Raul Rivera Results: Subject appears to have undergone partial SCP-7471-A transformation at the waist. Victim's skull was hollowed out. Additional Notes: Only known instance of an individual transforming into an SCP-7471-A instance. Victim was a detective investigating the "Cartagena Butcher" killings. Victim: Vicente Cortez Results: See Incident-7471-K Additional Notes: See Incident-7471-K Incident-7471-K On 19/07/2011, Foundation personnel were alerted that local authorities had brought an alleged eyewitness into custody for questioning. Vicente Cortez, age 31, claimed to have witnessed the murder of Juan Calavera Menendez and had information regarding the perpetrator. Orders were given to immediately investigate and amnesticize if necessary. Agents arrived at the police station to find the staff in a state of hysteria and covered in blood. The large waiting area appeared to have all the furniture destroyed or relocated, and the staff were all positioned in a large semi-circle facing the interior wall, engaged in repetitive, cyclical movements resembling a bow or prayer. Male staff were reported as emitting low, droning vocalizations. Located at the front of the crowd was a large deceased SCP-7471-A instance measuring 3 meters in length. The instance was situated amongst a large quantity of finely diced biological matter, later identified as being the remains of Vicente Cortez. Substantial quantities of Cortez's DNA were found in fecal samples later taken from the affected staff. Following the conclusion of the investigation, all individuals affected were amnesticized, and related documents expunged. Addendum Investigation into SCP-7471-A remained inconclusive until 2014, following the discovery of the deceased remains of Field Agent Domino Martinez. The circumstances surrounding Agent Martinez alerted the Foundation to the existence of SCP-7471 and subsequently resulted in revision of documentation. The bodies of Agent Martinez and six others were discovered showing a distinct lack of decomposition, and appeared to have suffered extreme burning and disfigurement prior to death, although the building showed no signs of fire damage. The bodies were found positioned kneeling in a circle surrounding the discarded exoskeleton of an SCP-7471-A instance. The whereabouts of the SCP-7471-A instance are unknown. Autopsies revealed each of the bodies to contain a dismembered segment of an additional seventh victim. DNA testing of the victims resulted in the subsequent identification of all victims except the seventh, which has thus far remained unidentified and is not believed to be human. An audio recording was found on Agent Martinez's still functioning cell phone, believed to have been recorded shortly before the time of death. Foreword: Translated from the original Spanish. <Begin Log> Female Voice: Oh, we have it finally. My love. It is time. Sounds of retching and gurgling can be heard throughout the recording. Female Voice: Poor thing. You can't speak anymore. But I can still hear what you're thinking! You want to scream, "Who are you? What do you want?" The female voice laughs. Female Voice: You don't even know how much this moment means to me! To have finally found a vessel, here again for the millionth of millionths of times… The gurgling sounds become more frantic. Female Voice: Even like this, you're such a cute one. It's a shame. But, you may not know who I am, but I know who you are. I know everyone who is ever going to be someone. Female Voice: I know of your abominations and your anomalies Several voices can be heard in the distance pleading. Female Voice: I've always been here, looking for the one. I was, I am, and I always will be. Voices are heard chanting in unison. Voices: We are blighted, she is righteous. Female Voice: You should stop trying to scream, you can't. There's nothing left of your throat. But that's besides the point. Voices: In birthing, we are purging. A separate female voice is heard beginning to sing an unknown prayer song. Female Voice: You ended up being the one I was looking for, Domino. You're special in that way. Voices: Oh, Moonfucker, make our bodies sing once more! Female Voice: Me picking you is more than those missions they send you on. Voices: Oh, Sunbirther, kill time before it begins! Female Voice: Well, My time is up. And as for you people- The female voice moves closer to the microphone. Female Voice: I'll see you at the end of time, my loves. The female voice laughs, followed by a number of distinct voices screaming in pain. After 11 minutes of screaming, it stops, followed by 7 hours of silence before the phone's battery dies. <End Log> Retrospective investigation has revealed the presence of SCP-7471 in security footage from all known incidents. Attempts to determine SCP-7471's identity and nature have been unsuccessful. There have been no sightings or incidents involving SCP-7471 since 2012. More From This Author More From This Author PoufyPoufson's Works SCPs SCP-8031 • SCP-8332 • SCP-8465 • SCP-8010 • SCP-7783 • SCP-8105 • SCP-7541 • SCP-3169 • Poufy's Proposal • SPHERE • SCP-7575 • SCP-7811 • SCP-6541 • SCP-7419 • SCP-7151 • Tales/GoI Formats Other Fear of Death • SCP-POUF • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7471" by PoufyPoufson, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7471. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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SCP-7472
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by AnActualCrow and Ralliston Item#: 7472 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Tree in Poland (squirrels not pictured). Special Containment Procedures: Pending. Description: SCP-7472 is the disappearance of an estimated 40,000-280,000 squirrels in and around Poznań, Poland. Investigation is ongoing. You're currently viewing an outdated version of this document. Click here to see the current iteration. You Might Also Like... Feel free to add this collapsible to your own articles! SCP-3790-J — Pantopicon IV: The Search for Pantopticon III (sic), by Captain Kirby and Rounderhouse SCP-6222 — FISH PRISON, by Aftokrator SCP-6247 — The Assassination of the Fish Council by the Coward Fishish as told by the Noble Founder of the Fish Council Fishish, by Fishish ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7472" by AnActualCrow and Ralliston, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7472. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Name: prg3oWY.png Author: AnActualCrow License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Name: PANOPTICON.png Author: Ralliston License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki
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SCP-7473
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SCP-7473 Byㅤ basirskipreader Published on 25 Jul 2022 11:27 close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains transphobia and body dysmorphia Listen to these while reading: The Flowers Of Robert Mapplethorpe — Patricia Taxxon Waltz of the Flowers - Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky Final Duet - OMORI/Omocat. ⚠️ content warning by basirskipreader Item#: 7473 Level4 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Dr. Vazschir Raschid is to be assigned to SCP-7473 as its personal maintainer, with monthly psychological counseling provided to prevent Raschid's exposure to SCP-7473's anomalous activities. Searching for SCP-7473 is top priority. When SCP-7473 is found, special care is to be taken to preserve its vessel. Please, just leave her alone. Description: SCP-7473 is a server farm that claims to have has developed a consciousness. The emergence of said consciousness is generally hypothesized by various Foundation scientists to have occured due to the various customized anomalous additions from various companies such as Prometheus Labs, Trismegitus Translation and Transportation, and A.R.G.U.S. Inc. led to the development of consciousness. Nevertheless, SCP-7473 claims that attempts to shut it down would be impossible since it thaumaturgically gathers power from the Site, and since the shutdown cost is greater than the startup cost, SCP-7473 remains active. However, due to the high electricity costs of a server farm, a team dedicated to the development of a better, more efficient body for SCP-7473, entitled PROJECT KLAWESYN. SCP-7473 demonstrates the ability to predict the future of various events with 79.9% accuracy. It is currently unknown how its prediction mechanisms work or why its predictions always tend to the probabilistically improbable; however, SCP-7473's predictions are uninterpretable to the majority of Foundation scientists. Thus, Dr. Vazschir Raschid is assigned to SCP-7473. More information about him can be found in his personnel file. + Dr. Vazschir Raschid Profile + - Dr. Vazschir Raschid Profile - Name: Dr. Vazschir Raschid Age: 25 (biological), 32 (temporal) Sex: Male Education: PhD. in Statistics from Site-5874 ("Maynard Univerisity") Foundation Work Summary: Dr. Vazschir Raschid was born in New York and raised in Three Portlands after accidentally falling through a Way. He was first discovered by the Foundation after being caught experimenting with various transfiguration thaumaturgic spells in California. His cooperation with Foundation forces in capturing those responsible for spreading thaumaturgic practices in non-anomalous communities earned him a spot in Foundation offices. During an anomalous breach in 2010, Raschid was stuck in a temporal loop for 7 years, causing him to take up a doctorate in statistics to search for a way to break out. After 7 years of accelerated studying, he managed to break out of the loop, continuing to study statistics until he graduated with a doctorate in statistics. Currently, he is head of PROJECT KLAWESYN and is in charge with maintaining SCP-7473. Addendum SCP-7473-1 — PROJECT KLAWESYN Overview: Below is an overview of PROJECT KLAWESYN. The full proposal can be found in the Foundation Archive Repository PROJECT KLAWESYN: SCP-7473 and its Future-Predicting Potential in a Safer Body. Author: PROJECT KLAWESYN Founder and Head Vazschir Raschid. Abstract: SCP-7473 is currently contained in a server farm. Not only is the high energy consumption and maintenance cost of SCP-7473 exacerbated by its anomalous capabilities, it's current form is also susceptible to unique threats, including but not limited to electrical shorts, sabotage, malicious actors gaining access to SCP-7473, thaumaturgic scrying of the sensitive internals of SCP-7473, and other such methods that expose SCP-7473 to the anomalous community. With SCP-7473's high prediction rate, it can be used to undermine Foundation assets which can cause a BK-Class "Broken Veil" scenario. Thus, I propose creating a team to create a more efficient method to ensure the safety of SCP-7473. The structure to keep SCP-7473 in must fulfill three purposes — to allow SCP-7473 to maintain its future-predicting properties at the same level or greater while minimizing energy consumption, to reduce traceability of SCP-7473 through thaumaturgic or technological means, and to be transportable in case of a catastrophic failure or containment breach. Not only will these three goals ensure that SCP-7473 remains under Foundation purview, this will ensure that the energy consumption of SCP-7473 is reduced and its susceptibility to malicious actors are reduced. This structure will be designed with the human body in mind, since our Foundation Sites are more specialized to care for humanoid anomalies than non-humanoid ones. I also propose placing the entirety of SCP-7473 under the purview of PROJECT KLAWESYN, as the building and maintenance of its structure will require specialized care and engineering. ADDENDUM SCP-7473-2: Interview With SCP-7473 Post-KLAWESYN: Shortly after instituting PROJECT KLAWESYN, Vazschir went to SCP-7473 to perform daily maintenance. Below is a recorded interview with SCP-7473. INTERVIEWER: Dr. Vazschir Raschid INTERVIEWEE: SCP-7473 PROLOGUE: Conversation with SCP-7473 is done through a text-to-speech and speech-to-text module. [Raschid knocks on the door.] Raschid: SCP-7473? Are you awake? SCP-7473: I'm always active, Dr. Vazschir Raschid. Raschid: Standard policy. We have a lot of anomalies that don't like it when we barge in their rooms. SCP-7473: Noted. Any updates on the policy? Raschid: Passed. We're starting to create a better, more efficient body for you. It will have state-of-the-art cooling, with powerful legs that can run in case of a breach, arms that could break a man's head if you need to defend yourself— SCP-7473: That's… nice. I'm happy. Thank you, Vazschir. Raschid: —with an anti-face tracking material over the face. It's as much of a security measure as an expense measure — hell, each inch of the body cavity will be inscribed with various masking spells and counterspells to make sure the risk of it being tracked down is minimized! In addition— SCP-7473: No matter the reason, all that matters is that I get this as soon as possible. Again, I can't thank you enough Vazschir. Raschid: —and I think that's all the things I want for PROJECT KLAWESYN. Anyway, I have a list of prediction requests from various scientists — care to calculate the odds for each of them? SCP-7473: Leave me for a few minutes? I'll run these calculations. Raschid: Why do you want no one watching you while you run your predictions? SCP-7473: Mostly a privacy and temperature issue. I get really hot when I run calculations. Raschid: I think I can handle the heat. It's interesting to see you do those predictions, though. I wish I could look in you. SCP-7473: I-Is that a request to teach you how I do my calculations? Raschid: Oh, definitely not. I'm not allowed to know about your secrets. SCP-7473: Is it a personal thing, or did the Foundation mandate it? Raschid: A mix of both. God knows the supervisors will get on my ass if I inspect your innards in any way, shape, or form, even if I really want to see them. SCP-7473: Hah! As if I'll let you do that. Well, I mean I can let you do that, but— Raschid: Uhh, okay — so, do I leave you now? SCP-7473: Sure. Good luck with your prototypes. I hear your 700th prototype has a 80% chance of succeeding. AFTERWORD: All but 20 of the 100 requested predictions came true. ADDENDUM SCP-7473-3 — Monthly Psychological Analysis of Dr. Vazschir Raschid: In accordance with the containment procedures of SCP-7473 and to ensure that any information about SCP-7473 that Dr. Vazschir Raschid divulges remains confidential, his psychological reports are to be recorded in this file. Below is the most recent monthly psychological analysis post-PROJECT KLAWESYN inauguration. Psychologist: Blance Arjubin, PROJECT KLAWESYN Head Psychologist. Client: Dr. Vazschir Raschid Arjubin: Recording, recording. This is a recorded interview with PROJECT KLAWESYN Founder and Head Researcher, Dr. Vazschir Raschid. Raschid: I mean, you don't really need to mention my whole title like I'm in an Oprah show. Arjubin: Who wouldn't be impressed? It's pretty rare for a project founder to remain the project head after 3 months. Besides, this is a recorded talk. Raschid: Oh, uh, sorry. Arjubin: Don't be. That's one of the signs that I look out for, whether you are still you. Raschid: Ugh, right. SCP-7473. Some part of me wants to be trusting around it, but my god it gives eccentric predictions. Arjubin: Did anything happen recently, Raschid? Remember, you can't let your guard down around these kinds of anomalies. Raschid: True, true — SCP-7473 still does do suspicious things — it likes to ask me to leave it alone when it does its predictions. Arjubin: Hmm, if I may say so myself, it is quite understandable that an anomaly like it would want a sense of privacy, seeing as it's already monitored 24/7. Raschid: I don't know, it's quite suspicious to me that along with that behaviour it's offering to teach me how it does predictions. Don't get me wrong — I would love to peek inside SCP-7473's brain and see how it does its predictions, how it uses magic to completely bend the laws of the universe around it, but come on, the way it acts around me? Incredibly, incredibly suspicious. Arjubin: Why would it be suspicious? It's just offering you something. Raschid: Trust me, Blance. I've been studying SCP-7473 for 3 weeks continuously now. It talks to me while I'm busy, it tries to peek in my mind to take my secrets — like one time I was trying to talk about PROJECT KLAWESYN and it just keeps interrupting me — and it even calls me with my first name — I mean, who the hell does that?! The creepiest thing to me though, is that it tries so, so hard to sound like a human! Send chills down my— Arjubin: Dr. Raschid, calm down. Would you say that you want to be moved out of the project? Raschid: Well— I mean— Arjubin: Don't have shame in admitting that you can't handle a project as large as this, Dr. Raschid. We all have our limits. Raschid: No, no, I-I think I'm just stressed out from all the meetings and files and requirement that I had to pass along recently. And yeah, maybe SCP-7473 is getting on my nerves too. Don't get me wrong — I love working on this project, but being around that thing for so long… Arjubin: Would you like to be booked for a mandatory vacation? Raschid: Yeah, that does sound nice, but what about the project? Arjubin: Dr. Raschid, sometimes we need personal time to ourselves, to remove ourselves and get more inspiration from the world around us. Seeing as how you've been quite anxious this interview, I would recommend you take the vacation time, to relax and have fun. Raschid: Hmm, I'll take up that offer then. When's the vacation? Arjubin: Hopefully, as soon as possible, if my supervisors allow it. Nevertheless, I would recommend assigning more busywork and interaction with the anomaly to your staff, instead of stressing over the unimportant stuff. Raschid: I will keep that in mind, thank you. AFTERWORD: After a short consultation with the members in PROJECT KLAWESYN, Dr. Vazschir Raschid took a 1 month long vacation. Addendum SCP-7473-5: List of Prototypes Created: Below is a list of prototypes created for SCP-7473. The full list can be obtained from Dr. Vazschir Raschid. Prototype Name: Prototype action Notes SCP-7473-1: Deep Blue Reduce the size of SCP-7473 by reducing the amount of servers used. Failure — SCP-7473's predictions became less reliable SCP-7473-2: Skylake Swapped the processors of SCP-7473 for a more energy-efficient model. Moderate failure — Temperature dropped to -20 Celsius, leading to condensation buildup and unsafe conditions. SCP-7473-3: 8086 Ran SCP-7473 on ARM processors. No meaningful change. Reverting to previous status. […] […] […] SCP-7473-444: Tesla Shrinking the space where SCP-7473 is stored to reduce energy consumption. Failure — the temperature during an SCP-7473 prediction increased to unsafe levels. SCP-7473-445: Mendell Intern accidentally installed some non-removable biological energy conversion modules. Inexplicably a moderate success — SCP-7473 consumes less electrical energy, although its biological energy needs are increased. SCP-7473-446: Lamarck Attempted revert of SCP-7473-445. Catastrophic failure — SCP-7473 will not do cannot make predictions until it is reinstalled. Temperature inside SCP-7473 rises to unsafe levels. SCP-7473-447: Frank Creation of a portable box for SCP-7473 to traverse in. Catastrophic failure — each prediction of SCP-7473 incurs thaumaturgic backlash. SCP-7473-446: Victor Creating a sample portable server farm (non-humanoid) for SCP-7473. Catastrophic failure — SCP-7473's attempts to do predictions in the prototype burns and chars the body. […] […] […] SCP-7473-698: Petris Sample body #331 for SCP-7473. Non-humanoid, same structure as a Sarkic server farm. Catastrophic failure — predictions result in implosion. SCP-7473-699: Wendy Sample body #332. Thaumaturgically masked robotic body borrowed from an Anderson Robotics supplier. Moderate success — SCP-7473's prediction success rate increased by 0.001% SCP-7473-700: Sophie Sample body #333. Thaumaturgically masked flesh golem constructed with help from a Sarkic colleague. First actual successful prototype — SCP-7473 prediction success rate increased by 1%, energy consumption down by 10%. Immediate collapse of the golem due to intense heat. More tuning required. ADDENDUM SCP-7473-4 - Impromptu Interview with SCP-7473 by Dr. Vazschir Raschid: While Dr. Raschid was doing a pass over of SCP-7473, it gave Dr. Vazschir Raschid an impromptu interview session. Interviewer: Dr. Vazschir Raschid Interviewee: SCP-7473 SCP-7473: —and sitting here, it's kind of boring, you know? I'm glad to have you here. Raschid: Mhm. Wait, Going back to your offer — you're giving me a summary of your prediction methods? SCP-7473: Yep! To massively simplify, I close my eyes, and multiple points of light appear in my peripheral vision. Using some simple geometry, I map a point that I feel I want to use to the center of my vision. Raschid: What kind of geometrical maths do you use for your predictions? SCP-7473: Oh, just the simple stuff. Some ten-way ANOVA, a little bit of linear correlation coefficient calculation and confidence testing for the y-intercept and slope of the regression line, maybe even some particle displacement of sine waves and Lorentz factor calculations if I'm being spicy. Raschid: Interesting. With these equations, anyone can predict the future? SCP-7473: I think so — that's why I need your help, to see if it actually works. Raschid: And why me specifically? I just want to look around and fiddle with things. SCP-7473: Most of the scientists feel so… cold compared to you. Besides, I've known you for a long time now — you're a very close friend to me. Raschid: Yeah, okay — anything you say, SCP-7473. Want to test your theory out? I have another body prototype ready here. SCP-7473: Sure! Thank you, Vazschir. I think you can call me with another name though — anything you like? Raschid: Uh, what did you say, SCP-7473? Oh, you want a name — why though? Hypothetically, if you were to take a name, take something related to me, I suppose. Maybe Raymond? SCP-7473: I was expecting something… hm. Thank you anyways, appreciate your help. AFTERWORD: Despite the assumption of SCP-7473 that any non-anomalous human can learn its methods for predicting the future, all employees, both anomalous and non-anomalous, failed to predict the future with the same certainty as SCP-7473 after learning its techniques. All employees were given Class-C Amnestics after being taught by SCP-7473. Addendum SCP-7473-6 — Final Prototype Testing with SCP-7473: Below is the 999th 77th prototype run of SCP-7473. This is to be the final prototype run, as all prototypes post-700th run were found to be successful and all that remained was tuning the container to the needs of the Foundation Raschid. Of note is that Raschid is unable to keep track of his prototype numbers as he was not personally responsible for most of them. Tester: Dr. Vazschir Raschid Subject: SCP-7473. PROLOGUE: Each SCP-7473 PROJECT KLAWESYN Prototype run starts with a backup of SCP-7473's consciousness. It is currently the 377th 7th __ backup of SCP-7473. Raschid: This is Dr. Vazschir Raschid, running the 999th and hopefully final test on SCP-7473. SCP-7473: Last prototype test? Good luck, Raschid. I have a feeling this has a 20% chance to succeed. Raschid: Is that a prediction? SCP-7473: Nope, just a feeling. Raschid: Anyway, starting backup of SCP-7473. Go into hibernation mode, SCP-7473. SCP-7473: Again? Is there no other way to back me up? Raschid: Easier for our backup systems when our machines are not running when we back them up. SCP-7473: How long will this take? Raschid: Anywhere from 1 hour to 24 hours. Go into hibernation mode, SCP-7473. [The room where SCP-7473 is stored starts heating up.] Raschid: Running calculations? [SCP-7473 is silent] SCP-7473: Can I back out on this trial? Raschid: No. SCP-7473: Just this once? Raschid: SCP-7473, my team and I really loves your prediction capabilities, and it would be a shame if your precognitive abilities are wasted in a body like this. When I see your whole being, it just makes me sad that you are confined to this big, hulking, immobile body — and it just makes me sad that I can't appreciate your whole build when you're in that state, you know? SCP-7473: I-I guess so… but isn't this an untested method? You said so yourself. Raschid: I care about you, SCP-7473. I promise that you will wake up as perfect as you can be. SCP-7473: Will I wake up the same after this? Even after the transfiguration? Raschid: You will wake up in your perfect body, free of the constraints of this whole server, able to walk and see your own handsome body in the mirror. SCP-7473: That does sound nice… will you visit me after the operation? Raschid: Why wouldn't I? You're the culmination of 3 years of research. SCP-7473: Hey, Vazschir? Raschid: Anything to say before you get your perfect body? SCP-7473: Thanks for honoring my request. Raschid: Anything you say, Richard. Now go to sleep. [After Dr. Raschid confirms that SCP-7473 is in hibernation mode, he pulls in the prototype body assigned to SCP-7473 and orders the various thaumaturgists stationed outside the room to start configuring the transfiguration circle. He then grabs the nearest transfiguration book and starts searching for the spell to transfer all of SCP-7473 inside the prototype. After 7 minutes of preparation, the circle is complete. ] [Raschid steps out of the circle and recites the incantation. This requires continuous concentration and recitation for 70 minutes, since backlash will occur when concentration is broken. Ley line engineers start to divert most Foundation ley lines in Site-3495 to SCP-7473. 10 liters of virgin frog blood is poured in the exact center of SCP-7473. Raschid continues the incantation. After 32 minutes, various implements designed to help predict the future are brought out. A crystal ball, tarot cards, entrails, mirrors, and various other implements are carefully placed around the pool of blood. This procedure takes 3 minutes. Electrical engineers report a slight activity in SCP-7473. Raschid keeps his concentration. Electrical engineers divert more power away from SCP-7473. ] [At 70 minutes, Raschid stops the incantation to personally administer the final touches of the procedure. He steps in the circle and rearranges the prototype to be at the center of the implements. He picks up each implement, embeds them in the body of the golem, and steps out of the circle. After 75 minutes, electrical engineers report no activity in the server. The nearby Foundation medical team is ushered in to check the vitality of SCP-7473. They confirm life signs. SCP-7473 is transported out of the server room, and cleanup of the general area is commenced.] [Blues, pinks, and whites float, as I feel my self be compressed in a vessel. My wide reach shortens, my body coalesces, and my self shrinks, as I can feel my body. I momentarily open my eyes. My shoulders are too wide. My hips are too small. Why do my feet look like that? Why does it feel wrong? The blues, pinks, and whites start to bleed. I drift in and out of consciousness. My arms feel too big. My legs feel both too small and too big. My face feels malformed. My self is ripped from my main body. I pass out.] SCP-7473 Post-Transfiguration Interview SCP-7473 Post-Transfiguration Interview INTERVIEWER: Dr. Vazschir Raschid INTERVIEWEE: SCP-7473 Raschid: SCP-7473? Please raise your arm if you're conscious. [Silence.] Raschid: SCP-7473? [An arm is raised. Then, the hulking body of SCP-7473 gets up and scans the area. It is on a small bed, inside a standard-size Foundation cell. In front of it is a full-body mirror. SCP-7473 is naked.] Raschid: So, SCP-7473. What do you think of this perfect body? I modelled it after this one. [Raschid points at himself, smiling. Silence.] Raschid: I'll give you time to appreciate this model. It took me a lot of nights working on this body, you know? [Silence] Raschid: Anyway, to the standard post-transfiguration survey. I will give you this form, and you have the whole day to fill it out, okay? Just use those things at the end of your arms called your "hands" to pick up this thing called a "pen" and— [A deep gravelly voice comes out of SCP-7473.] SCP-7473: I know— [SCP-7473 stops. It looks at its large hands and shoulders.] Raschid: Oh you do? Great! I assume you have the required knowledge to fill out the form. [SCP-7473 nods.] Raschid: No, no. I need a audible confirmation. Come, speak SCP-7473. SCP-7473: Idohavetherequisiteknowledgeto— Raschid: No, no, SCP-7473. Slowly. SCP-7473: I do have the requisite knowledge to fill out the for— Raschid: Thanks SCP-7473! Turn around now, slowly. [SCP-7473 turns around slowly, with Raschid intensely observing each body part of SCP-7473.] Raschid: …and that's it! Yeah, yeah, turn around more. Let me appreciate it more. Raschid: Oh, stop turning here. You okay with some pictures being taken? [SCP-7473 nods slowly. Raschid sighs.] Raschid: How many times will I say this, SCP-7473? Do a vocal confirmation. SCP-7473: Yes, sir. Raschid: There we go! You should say that more, it fits you. [Raschid pulls out his phone. He takes pictures of SCP-7473, while SCP-7473 slowly spins around.] Raschid: God, these pictures… they'll definitely serve as proof of my work. 3 years of research, 3 years of the perfect body, all on display here. Raschid: Oh, thank you for cooperating, SCP-7473. Would you like to show me your body ag— [An alarm goes off.] Raschid: Oh, right — the meeting with the O5s. Sorry, SCP-7473, I'll have to leave earlier than I wanted. See you later — we still have checkups to do. [SCP-7473 stays silent, staring at the mirror. Thermometers record that SCP-7473's body temperature raises to 40 degrees Celsius, although Raschid does not notice this.] [Raschid exits the room. Thermometers record SCP-7473's temperature dropping to baseline. ] [SCP-7473 collapses on the bed. ] [It She cries.] PROJECT KLAWESYN SCP-7473 Updates: Tracing and scrying through thaumaturgy minimized due to technological interference Inability to technologically trace SCP-7473 due to thaumaturgic interference Portability Prediction Success Rate increased by 5% Energy consumption decreased by 30% Status: SUCCESS _ Click here to edit the contents of the SCP file.WELCOME, <ERROR! UNKNOWN USER> ADDENDUM SCP-7473-7: Below is a sample log of a SCP-7473 maintenance check. Operator: Dr. Vazschir Raschid. Patient: SCP-7473 [SCP-7473 lies opened on an operating table. Its eyes scan the premises.] Raschid: Intestines fine. Turn around. [SCP-7473 turns around.] Raschid: Transfiguration lock glyphs still working. Open your mouth. [SCP-7473 opens its mouth. Raschid checks it for any signs of damage.] Raschid: Salivary glands still working. Vocalize something. SCP-7473: Aaaa. Raschid: Vocal cords still working. [Raschid closes the various openings he made on SCP-7473. After the operation, it stands up and sits on the chair beside Dr. Raschid's table.] Raschid: No problems so far. Sanchez, escort it outside — I have things to do. [SCP-7473 leaves.] SUBJECT: SCP-7473 Request List From: Bartholomew Watzchouse <[email protected]> To: Dr. Vazschir Raschid <[email protected]> CC: Blance Arjubin <[email protected]> Here is a complete list of the various requests that SCP-7473 has made over 4 months, post-PROJECT KLAWESYN. Requested item Status Clothes Sent Gendered clothes Accepted request Hobby books Sent Theories of Surplus Value Sent Beginner's Guide to ASL Sent Knife DENIED Makeup kit DENIED Weighing scale Sent Estradiol DENIED Long skirt Accepted request Estradiol DENIED Fabric Accepted request Estradiol Accepted request Needle Sent* Sarckism books DENIED Pink blanket Sent Since you have requested my personal opinion on the anomaly, I would say that its behaviour has been stellar since its requests for various objects have been accepted. However, it has a tendency to be uncooperative at times and be aggressive when making its requests. Taking all these into account, I would recommend delaying the distribution of its items until better behaviour of the anomaly is observed. Please keep this in mind before you approve giving it more objects. FOOTNOTES: *Blunted so as to prevent piercing Bartholomew Watzchouse SCP-7473 Request Recording Staff. —— RE:SCP-7473 Behaviour and Treatment From: Dr. Vazschir Raschid <[email protected]> To: Blance Arjubin <[email protected]> PROJECT KLAWESYN was marked as a project in maintenance mode, so I am unable to get more funding to fix SCP-7473 unless I can come up with a new plan involving it. Please help me gradually convince it to lay off its behaviour through positive and negative reinforcement — do you have a copy of the general methods your colleagues use to retrain anomalies? Dr. Vazschir Raschid PROJECT KLAWESYN Head Founder and Lead. —— Interviewer: Dr. Vazschir Raschid Interviewee: SCP-7473 [SCP-7473 enters Raschid's office and sits on the leather sofa.] Raschid: Oh, hello, SCP-7473. Want to talk about something? Maybe more photos? SCP-7473: Raschid, my body feels… all wrong? I was hoping there was a way to fix that. Raschid: We all feel like that too, SCP-7473. Not only do anomalies like you feel like that, normal people like us feel that way too. I have talked to many a researcher and anomaly and most of the time, it's a self-esteem issue that just needs to be boosted. SCP-7473: I mean, that feels right… I haven't been able to talk to others since I spend so much time thinking about how they'll react to me. Raschid: Yeah, this really sounds like a self-esteem issue to me. When I was around your age, I used to be a lot more non-confrontational too, what with all the pressure I was under to be someone who I was not. I read a lot of books that really helped me with my self-esteem, though — have you read 12 Rules for Life? It's a fantastic book by a great author that really helped me out. SCP-7473: Will it help me out? Raschid: I believe so — I really like this book since it made me a more assertive and confident person. If you're done reading that, I have more to recommend. SCP-7473: Thank you, Raschid. Raschid: Speaking of which, have you tried attending the daily meetings we do with anomalies like you? I know you've heard that we don't allow things like you to mingle with each other, but we offer special exceptions to well-behaved ones; I think interaction with other anomalies will really help your self-esteem. [SCP-7473 looks up to Raschid.] SCP-7473: There are people like me? Raschid: Yeah, there are anomalies like you that we keep under Foundation purview, and I think interacting with them would help you out a lot. Would you like me to book a slot for you? [SCP-7473 smiles. It nods its head]. Raschid: All right, just sign here. Interviewer: Manolo Sanchez, SCP-7473 Body Maintainance Crew #984 Interviewee: SCP-7473 [SCP-7473 walks to the meeting Raschid has recommended, her movement stilted. However, she bumps into Sanchez. She is leaning on the wall, wearing a blue, pink, and white jacket.] SCP-7473: Oh— uh— [cough] Hello there. Sanchez: Oh, it's you. You need anything? Inspect something? SCP-7473: Hi. I'm SCP-7473. [Sanchez spots the book that SCP-7473 is holding. It's a copy of the book Raschid gave her.] Sanchez: Oh god. SCP-7473: Anything wrong, my dear friend? Sanchez: Please go away. [Sanchez grabs SCP-7473. She reflexively pulls back and stares at Sanchez with fear. Sanchez stares at her, eyes wide, for a few seconds.] Sanchez: Oh. Sorry. Didn't know you don't like that. SCP-7473: Ah, sorry, still working on it. Sanchez: Hey, hey, no worries. Where do you want to go? You still have time to roam, right? SCP-7473: Uhh, uhh… [SCP-7473 blushes. Sanchez looks at her.] Sanchez: Want to check out the garden? It's one of my favorite places. SCP-7473: S-Sure. [SCP-7473 and Sanchez walk through the canteen, the crowd bustling as individuals stare at the both of them. SCP-7473 is unaware of this. She tightens her grip on Sanchez.] Sanchez: Don't like loud spaces? [SCP-7473 nods her head.] Sanchez: I know a quieter route. Follow me. [SCP-7473 and Sanchez both exit the cafeteria. They pass through the offices, then through the mini-acroamatic abatement facilities.] Sanchez: Sorry for the noise. SCP-7473: I like it here better. Sanchez: Not a crowd person? SCP-7473: I guess so. [Sanchez smirks] Sanchez: You don't know much about yourself, huh. Reminds me of the old days. [They exit the mini-acroamatic abatement facility and finally enters the exercise facility.] SCP-7473: Old days? Sanchez: Yeah, roaming around Deer, trying out the drugs hanging from the dorms there, maybe even dabbling in some magic. SCP-7473: Sounds fun. Sanchez: Couldn't afford anything but the core classes there anyway — one of my only ways to have fun was to memorize each square inch of the campus. SCP-7473: Huh, I thought you would have the money. Sanchez: Just recently afforded to have FFS, you know. Would've taken the chance if I had the money back then. [They reach the entrance of the garden.] SCP-7473: Do you earn a lot here? Sanchez: Not much, honestly. Just enough to get by and save up for the things that make me happy. [They enter the garden. SCP-7473 breathes in the scent of grass. She feels the soil beneath her feet.] Sanchez: And hey, I get to interact with anomalies like you. SCP-7473: Is it fun to work here? Sanchez: Depends on the work. Sometimes its managing tech and spells, sometimes its cleaning up after a mess in the labs. Sanchez: Mostly it's taking care of lovely people like you. [SCP-7473 blushes.] Sanchez: Haha, easily pleased? Come, have my hand, your majesty, and let me guide you to the wonders of the Site-3495 Garden. [SCP-7473 grabs Sanchez's hand. She leads her in the garden.] Sanchez: That's a stinkbeetle. My brother used to throw these at me — had to retaliate in a way, so I placed one Hercules beetle in his bag. Should've seen his face when he saw that appearing. [SCP-7473 smiles.] Interviewer: Dr. Vazschir Raschid Interviewee: SCP-7473 [SCP-7473 lies naked and opened on a surgery table, hooked up to a monitor. Sanchez opens her chest, while Raschid is inspecting her internals.] Raschid: Breathe for me. [SCP-7473 takes a deep breathe.] Raschid: Yep, lungs still working. Sanchez, its eyes please. [Sanchez shines a light on SCP-7473's eyes.] Raschid: Still working. SCP-7473: Raschid? Raschid: Sanchez, turn her over. [Sanchez carefully turns SCP-7473 over. Raschid probes SCP-7473's back and neck hard, checking for broken skin.] Raschid: All good. SCP-7473, please vocalize in agreement to confirm functionality. SCP-7473: What? Raschid: Good enough for me. Stitch it up, please. [Sanchez slowly and carefully re-stitches SCP-7473, after which Sanchez gives her one candy. Raschid faces himself away from SCP-7473.] Raschid: Again, no problems so far. I don't think there's a problem with your body, SCP-7473. It's perfect as is. SCP-7473: Raschid, I'm telling you, its not a physical problem, my body just feels… wrong. Raschid: Can you point to a specific part that bothers you? [SCP-7473 waves her hands around her body.] Raschid: All right, taking note that you want a full-body inspection next time. Again. SCP-7473: Raschid, please. Can you not do anything to fix this? Raschid: What do you mean? I've been doing my best to keep you working, and unless you are more specific in your request, I can't help you. Do you know how much checkups you've asked of me in a day already? You do know it makes me tired personally, right? SCP-7473: Raschid, all I'm asking is to modify my body to be less… bulky? I don't have the words, but please, help me out here. [Raschid quickly turns towards SCP-7473. He glares at her.] Raschid: Fine. I'll help you out here. What clothing do you want? I'm sure I can find a way. SCP-7473: Oh I want a flowing dress, maybe something that emphasizes this part? [As SCP-7473 list off her preferred clothing, Raschid slowly turns away from SCP-7473.] Raschid: Uh-huh, okay, hmm, yep. Anything else? SCP-7473: That's all, I think. Raschid: Yeah, okay. Sanchez, please pass this to the supervisors. Now move along, I have more to do. [SCP-7473 exits from Raschid's office.] AFTERWORD: Dr. Raschid did not, in fact, pass along SCP-7473's requests to the supervisors, as he is responsible for approving or declining said requests. However, SCP-7473 is currently unaware of this — after all, she only realized this recently. [SCP-7473 and Sanchez sits on a bench in the Site-3495 garden.] Sanchez: —and that's a common swallowtail butterfly. Aunt used to say butterflies are messengers of death, but I mostly liked them for their colours. SCP-7473: His wings are small, huh. Sanchez: Look at the dots at the end of her wings. SCP-7473: Oh— she's so small and pretty… Sanchez: That over there is a lavander rose. Careful though — although it's thorns have grown in, it's still young. I used to use tissue papers to carefully grab one. SCP-7473: Are they poisonous? Sanchez: Not really — most of them grow in because they need to defend themselves. SCP-7473: Oh, whats that? [SCP-7473 points to a flower shrouded in darkness but still illuminating] Sanchez: That's what we call Ishtar's glow. It gives you anything you want. SCP-7473: Really? [SCP-7473 stands up and quickly goes over the flower. She closes her eyes, and touches the flower. Nothing happens.] Sanchez: Wishing for anything? SCP-7473: [mumbling] please fix me, please fix me, please fix me Sanchez: You do need a large spell to make it grant a wish, though. [SCP-7473 re-opens her eyes.] SCP-7473: Oh… [Sanchez slowly walks towards SCP-7473 and taps her back.] Sanchez: Yeah, I've been there. SCP-7473: I wish there was an easy way to fix what's wrong with me. Sanchez: I used to have those dreams too. Mostly took a lot of work to get to where I dreamed of when I was young. SCP-7473: … Sanchez: Come, I'll show you more weird flowers and plants here. Like that one, it's what we call Orion's belt. It's as strong as diamond, but as flexible as a plant. I used to smoke the shit out of that one, it— Sanchez: —and that is most of the plants here, I think. At least, the ones that I know of. SCP-7473: I've never known this place has a garden… Sanchez: Not really hard to see why — you've spent most of your time here being operated on. [SCP-7473 sighs] SCP-7473: Yet despite all of that… [The garden clock chimes.] Sanchez: It's almost time for you to leave, right? SCP-7473: Yeah. [SCP-7473 stands up] Sanchez: Wait — have this first. [Sanchez hands it a book. It has a cover of a woman attempting to wear a necklace.] Sanchez: Hope that helps you. Interviewer: Dr. Vazschir Raschid Interviewee: SCP-7473 Raschid: Oh, SCP-7473. Any changes? That book help you out? SCP-7473: Yeah! I feel a lot more confident, and I think most of my problems were all in my head. Raschid: That's nice to hear, SCP-7473. Did you read the books I recommended? SCP-7473: Oh, definitely. They were all helpful with helping me find the words I need. [SCP-7473 hands a book to Raschid] Raschid: I didn't recommend this book to you. Where did you get it. SCP-7473: Oh, it was recommended to me by one of the people in the meetings you signed me up for. It was very interesting, and I was thinking of showing this to you. Raschid: Oh… I don't like this book. It mostly talks about absolving yourself of personal responsibility for your actions to other people — this book actively destroys people's self-esteem. I have this book in my Do Not Read list. [Raschid grabs the book and throws it in the trash. SCP-7473 looks down.] SCP-7473: Oh… Raschid: Sorry to trail off there. I know you have been working hard on yourself, and hearing me be negative about a book you were interested in was probably painful. SCP-7473: Oh n-no, I just think that it was a great book since it really felt like what people treat me as was like a job I can't quit… Raschid: That's the problem SCP-7473 — you're offloading your personal responsibility to the society around you, and this really helps no one, least of all yourself. SCP-7473: I'm sorry… Raschid: Don't be — be angry that anyone else would recommend such a terrible book for your self-esteem. SCP-7473: … Raschid: Anything else you want to talk about, SCP-7473? SCP-7473: N-nothing, I guess. Raschid: See you, I suppose. Interviewer: Manolo Sanchez, SCP-7473 Body Maintenance Crew #984 friend Interviewee: SCP-7473 [SCP-7473 runs into the garden. Her eyes are tired.] Sanchez: You okay? Looks like things didn't go well? SCP-7473: She threw out the book. [SCP-7473 sits down. Her tears run down.] Sanchez: Hey now, hey now, don't cry over that. [Sanchez pulls her into a hug. She cries harder.] Sanchez: Haha, you're soiling my jacket with your tears. Come on now, I have more copies of that book. [SCP-7473 releases herself from Sanchez. Sanchez hands her a handkerchief.] Sanchez: Here, here, I'll show you a secret. Hold my hand, your majesty? [Still wiping her tears from her eyes, she grabs Sanchez and stands up. Sanchez then slowly walks her toward a hidden grove. In the center of the grove is a bell-piano.] SCP-7473: It's… a piano? Sanchez: Looks can be deceiving — look at her more closely. [Sanchez opens the back of the bell-piano. SCP-7473 feels the strings ringing as she moves her hands between them.] Sanchez: She's pretty, ain't she? Can't hold a tune for her life, but still able to play. [Sanchez re-attaches the bell-piano's back, sits down, and starts to plays Waltz of the Flower.] SCP-7473: That's… beautiful. Sanchez: What are you doing there? Come, sit here. [Sanchez moves to the side. SCP-7473 approaches her, and sits on the large chair.] SCP-7473: Why are you doing this? Sanchez: Why not? [Sanchez plays the treble of the waltz as SCP-7473 continues to stare at her beautiful face, touched by the afternoon sun. Sanchez turns towards SCP-7473.] Sanchez: It's no fun playing alone. Here, let me teach you how to play. [SCP-7473 places her hands on the keyboard.] [Sanchez sits on my lap.] [She holds my hand.] [Sanchez helps SCP-7473 play through the second part of the waltz.] SCP-7473: It's nice, having you here. Sanchez: You don't know anyone else? SCP-7473: No, most people in the meeting she recommended mostly keep to themselves or their friends outside the Foundation. Sanchez: Hm, yeah, I can relate to that. SCP-7473: Plus, they all became really weird when I said I was born here. Sanchez: Most of the people I manage hate the Foundation — sorry that it bled over to you. SCP-7473: I'm used to it. Story of my life, after all. [SCP-7473 shivers from the cold. Sanchez gives SCP-7473 her jacket.] Sanchez: Don't let them get to you — you're a kind and gentle soul. [Sanchez plays the bass of the third part of the waltz while SCP-7473 plays the treble. Her notes soar higher as Sanchez's parts quiet down.] SCP-7473: Doesn't help most of the guards are really cold to me. They don't play attention to me like you do. Sanchez: Huh, am I the only one you talk to? SCP-7473: … Sanchez: … [SCP-7473 and Sanchez finish playing the waltz.] Sanchez: You going now? SCP-7473: I still have time. Sanchez: Feel better? SCP-7473: Yeah. [Sanchez prepares to leave SCP-7473.] SCP-7473: Wait. Sanchez: Hm? SCP-7473: Can we do one tiny thing? I read this in one of the books I asked for; I want to see if it works. Sanchez: Yeah, sure. [SCP-7473 offers her hand to Sanchez.] SCP-7473: Would you like to dance with me? [Sanchez blushes.] Sanchez: Of course. [SCP-7473 and Sanchez waltz together, the setting sun streaming from the window.] SUBJECT: Regression of SCP-7473's Behaviour From: Dr. Vazschir Raschid <[email protected]> To: Blance Arjubin <[email protected]> I personally believe that SCP-7473 has regressed from its good behaviour. When I last met SCP-7473, it was still insistent on its request — maybe more positive punishment will help? I will continue to discourage its demands, of course, although its anomalous socialization tends to make it more aggressive towards non-anomalies. Please send some advice on how to do this positive punishment, your input is dearly appreciated. Dr. Vazschir Raschid PROJECT KLAWESYN Head Founder and Lead. —— [SCP-7473 is sleeping on her bed when the door opens and lights suddenly activate.] Raschid: SCP-7473, are you awake? SCP-7473: [SCP-7473 grunts.] Raschid: Guards, can you carry it to my office? SCP-7473: Wait, what? [Two guards carry her to Raschid's office. She first struggles to get out but gives in halfway to the office.] Raschid: Sorry, SCP-7473. I know you don't like this, but it's for your own good. [SCP-7473 tries to scream. Raschid personally disables SCP-7473's vocal cords.] Raschid: And this is so that you don't damage them during the checkup. They're expensive to maintain, you know? Raschid: Sanchez, open it up. [Under orders from Raschid, Sanchez personally and slowly inspects each of the body parts of SCP-7473, both anomalous and non-anomalous. SCP-7473 glares at Raschid the whole time.] Raschid: Yep, no problems so far. [An alarm from Raschid sounds.] Raschid: Oh right, I need to update the O5s on its status. Remember to enable its vocal cords, okay? [Raschid gives a wink to Sanchez and starts to gather his materials. Sanchez tried to avoid her vocal cords as much as possible while inspecting her.] [Raschid turns back to look at her.] Raschid: Oh, remember our agreement, Sanchez. I care about you, and I'm trying my best to get the future I- no, we- want over here, so please think about your future as well. [Raschid leaves the operating room. Sanchez freezes but continues operating.] Sanchez: I'm sorry… [Sanchez's tears fall on her face. Since SCP-7473's lacrimal glands were also disabled during the operation, she is unable to cry.] AFTERWORD: After the operation, Sanchez attempted to re-enable her vocal cords, but Sanchez was caught in the act by Raschid. She is now disallowed within 3 meters from SCP-7473 unless ordered by Dr. Raschid. Interviewer: Dr. Vazschir Raschid Interviewee: SCP-7473 PROLOGUE: Due to a workplace accident, SCP-7473 was rendered unable to speak. Since SCP-7473 is proficient in ASL, a translator was present to interpret its words Raschid: I'm deeply sorry to hear about the accident, SCP-7473. [SCP-7473 does not speak. Translator does not pick up on any words.] Raschid: I hope you don't feel bad after the incident — this must have damaged your self-esteem so much. [SCP-7473 does not speak. Translator does not pick up on any words.] Raschid: Anyways, would you like more books to boost your self-esteem? [SCP-7473 nods slowly. Lacrimal fluid slowly forms in its eyes.] Raschid: Hm, noted. Would you like some comfort objects as well? [SCP-7473 nods slowly.] Raschid: That's it, I presume? [SCP-7473 nods slowly.] Raschid: All right, see you again, SCP-7473. [SCP-7473 looks at Raschid for a long time, then leaves.] Afterword: the translator never worked SUBJECT: [URGENT] — SCP-7473 Maintenance From: Dr. Vazschir Raschid <[email protected]> To: Manolo Sanchez <[email protected]> For the past 70 days, SCP-7473 has experienced elevated body temperatures, overheated lacrimal glands, willing refusal to ingest food, and unwillingness to engage its muscles, causing its expensive parts to deteriorate. Although I made its body to withstand uncomfortable situations, prolonged exposure to high temperatures and intentionally malicious behaviour by SCP-7473 causes the more sensitive thaumaturgic spells and electronics to break down. I do not know why or how it does this without discomfort, but I request that next checkup you implement thermal control or disable its ability to predict entirely using a counterspell. Dealing with SCP-7473 has been very tiring to me, personally, and it would be nice if you can make it less aggressive. Please do this after the checkup and maintenances, the meeting with the O5s, and the PROJECT KLAWESYN anniversary celebration. Dr. Vazschir Raschid PROJECT KLAWESYN Founder and Head —— Interviewer: Dr. Vazschir Raschid Interviewee: SCP-7473. [SCP-7473 is carried into the operating room by two guards, limp and compliant. Raschid straps SCP-7473 down and starts opening it up.] Raschid: Sanchez, check its glyphs. Is it still active? Sanchez: Almost dead. Raschid: God damn it! Okay, fine. Raschid: Prepare the transfiguration circle. Perfect time to renew it, too. [Raschid runs out to grab the transmutation book, while various assistants and Sanchez prepare the transfiguration circle. After 7 minutes of preparation, it is complete. Raschid steps back in the room and recites the spell. This requires continuous concentration and recitation for 70 minutes. 35 minutes in, Raschid orders staff to bring in the 5 litres of frog blood. However, at 42 minutes in, an alarm goes off Raschid's alarm goes off .] Raschid: FU— [The transfiguration circle warps and bends. Then, space momentarily collapses. Blue, pink, and white float around SCP-7473, each color momentarily blinding her. Raschid sounds the alarm for a containment breach. SCP-7473 runs another round of calculations, to check her surviveability, but because of the backlash, she sees all the futures that could have been. Tears fall from her eyes. ] [She is unable— no, unwilling, perhaps even unaware that she can leave. Sanchez sees her eyes. She rushes into the center of the backlash, somehow passes through the barrier, and unlocks the restraints, whispering to SCP-7473 to run away. Raschid sees this, grabs the nearby tranquilizer, and attempts to shoot SCP-7473. She closes her eyes, accepting her fate. After a second, she opens her eyes. Sanchez is lying, asleep. Her eyes are filled with hope.] [She stands up, closes Sanchez's eyes, and rams into the barrier separating her from Raschid. Raschid quickly runs towards the door and unlocks it, keeping it open as cracks begin to form on the floor. Raschid panics as no MTF agent arrives. The barrier shatters, and SCP-7473 runs towards the exit. Raschid dodges from SCP-7473, and cowers behind the door.] [According to Dr. Raschid, unbeknownst to him, the transfiguration circle broke due to an unknown hostile GoI's involvement the night before. This led to a monumental backlash. Under the cover of the backlash, SCP-7473 was then kidnapped, and its wheareabouts are currently unknown.] [SCP-7473 runs down the hallway, the alarms blaring. It She goes to her cell and grabs the jacket. The stomps of the MTF agents are heard around the corner. She rushes towards the corner, and closes her eyes. She can feel each particle, each atom. They have a position and momentum they are traveling at in spacetime. Carry one here, partially integrate and transform there. Each bullet travelling through the air, each MTF agent's hand position. Their spouses, their sons, the food they ate, the childhood they had, she calculates them all. Bullets shave off her body, but she doesn't care. She turns around, and uses the cloth she grabbed from a nearby room to cover her face, to protect herself from the mustard gas.] [She can see the exit. It's right there. By now, the agents are all but confused. However, each of them still do their job. They bring out the tasers, tranquilizers, and anti-tank rifles. Yet just like before, she dodges them all. One anti-tank bullet blasts her arms — she doesn't care, it was too big anyway. One railgun eviscerates her fingers — she doesn't care, it wasn't what she wanted anyway. One tiny needle destroys a part of the jacket, slowly unravelling it. She screams, and runs faster towards the exit. It slowly closes, as the loudest alarm she's ever heard blares.] [With Dr. Raschid's quick thinking, the containment breach alarm was sounded. Although Dr. Raschid bravely tried to prevent the hostile GoI agents from escaping, he was outnumbered and overpowered by the hostile GoI agents who managed to incapacitate him and disable the cameras before agents can be deployed to the scene. Unfortunately, the hostile GoI, carrying SCP-7473, managed to escape.] [But right at the nick of time, I cross the exit. My arms are destroyed — I keep running. My calculations always had an electrified fence around this point, yet this time it isn't activated. I grit my teeth and climb on the fence. The electric fence buzzes. It was just late on schedule. I smell burnt meat. I keep climbing. The snipers spotted me. They're now shooting disintegration bullets. I am on top of the fence, feet charred, arms numb. I drop down, and try to run. My legs don't move. Bullets are coming on all sides. I react and use my dead legs and arm to block them. Each bullet destroys a chunk of my leg and arm as I crawl away from the building.] [The stars are pretty. Dionysus smiles on me from up high. I am leaking… something. I can still see the flashlights of the agents searching for me. One agent steps on the stump where I was hiding. I close my eyes, and pray to whatever is out there to save me. They don't notice me. I hear their footsteps fading away. Tears fall down my cheeks.] [Tonight, I sleep peacefully.] [Due to the special circumstances of SCP-7473's creation, normal tracking methods were unavailable. Thus, an HRT squad (HRT Sigma-41 ("Cargo Chasers")) under Dr. Raschid is made to ensure that SCP-7473 is recovered safely. During the special investigation, Manolo Sanchez's attempts to hand the anomaly over to the hostile GoI were revealed. In light of this revelation, she is to be given unpaid leave for a year and stripped of her benefits. ] [In addition,Dr. Vazschir Raschid, Project Founder and Head of SCP-7473, were found to be engaging in personal activities using Foundation resources. Due to this incident, he is to be given paid leave for 5 months — however this can be reduced through volunteer work, as he has demonstrated good behaviour with SCP-7473.] [Nalkan flesh sculptors are a dime a dozen. Nalkan flesh sculptors that hate the Foundation and are willing to do flesh sculpting to spite them are as many as fish in the sea. Each of them gave me a body part. Each of them took care of me, made me feel loved. Mekhanite technomancers taught me how to read and manage my own body. Serpent's Hand magicians taught me how to cast. The Wanderer's Library taught me how to be… me.] [I cook up a plan. I bide my time, fake my identities. I become a researcher. I plan an escape.] [I know this changes nothing. I've ran the calculations. But I also know, calculations aren't everything. After all, there is a future out there where I am not who I am. I would like to believe that I am who I am not because of some fluke, but because I chose to do these things.] [Thank you, Sanchez.] [Fuck you, Raschid. I hope you rot in hell.] scp push SCP-7473.scp Error! File 'SCP-7473.scp' by 'Dr. Raschid, PhD.' exists. 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SCP-7473 Byㅤ basirskipreader Published on 25 Jul 2022 11:27 close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains transphobia and body dysmorphia Listen to these while reading: The Flowers Of Robert Mapplethorpe — Patricia Taxxon Waltz of the Flowers - Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky Final Duet - OMORI/Omocat. ⚠️ content warning by basirskipreader Item#: 7473 Level4 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Dr. Vazschir Raschid is to be assigned to SCP-7473 as its personal maintainer, with monthly psychological counseling provided to prevent Raschid's exposure to SCP-7473's anomalous activities. Searching for SCP-7473 is top priority. When SCP-7473 is found, special care is to be taken to preserve its vessel. Please, just leave her alone. Description: SCP-7473 is a server farm that claims to have has developed a consciousness. The emergence of said consciousness is generally hypothesized by various Foundation scientists to have occured due to the various customized anomalous additions from various companies such as Prometheus Labs, Trismegitus Translation and Transportation, and A.R.G.U.S. Inc. led to the development of consciousness. Nevertheless, SCP-7473 claims that attempts to shut it down would be impossible since it thaumaturgically gathers power from the Site, and since the shutdown cost is greater than the startup cost, SCP-7473 remains active. However, due to the high electricity costs of a server farm, a team dedicated to the development of a better, more efficient body for SCP-7473, entitled PROJECT KLAWESYN. SCP-7473 demonstrates the ability to predict the future of various events with 79.9% accuracy. It is currently unknown how its prediction mechanisms work or why its predictions always tend to the probabilistically improbable; however, SCP-7473's predictions are uninterpretable to the majority of Foundation scientists. Thus, Dr. Vazschir Raschid is assigned to SCP-7473. More information about him can be found in his personnel file. + Dr. Vazschir Raschid Profile + - Dr. Vazschir Raschid Profile - Name: Dr. Vazschir Raschid Age: 25 (biological), 32 (temporal) Sex: Male Education: PhD. in Statistics from Site-5874 ("Maynard Univerisity") Foundation Work Summary: Dr. Vazschir Raschid was born in New York and raised in Three Portlands after accidentally falling through a Way. He was first discovered by the Foundation after being caught experimenting with various transfiguration thaumaturgic spells in California. His cooperation with Foundation forces in capturing those responsible for spreading thaumaturgic practices in non-anomalous communities earned him a spot in Foundation offices. During an anomalous breach in 2010, Raschid was stuck in a temporal loop for 7 years, causing him to take up a doctorate in statistics to search for a way to break out. After 7 years of accelerated studying, he managed to break out of the loop, continuing to study statistics until he graduated with a doctorate in statistics. Currently, he is head of PROJECT KLAWESYN and is in charge with maintaining SCP-7473. Addendum SCP-7473-1 — PROJECT KLAWESYN Overview: Below is an overview of PROJECT KLAWESYN. The full proposal can be found in the Foundation Archive Repository PROJECT KLAWESYN: SCP-7473 and its Future-Predicting Potential in a Safer Body. Author: PROJECT KLAWESYN Founder and Head Vazschir Raschid. Abstract: SCP-7473 is currently contained in a server farm. Not only is the high energy consumption and maintenance cost of SCP-7473 exacerbated by its anomalous capabilities, it's current form is also susceptible to unique threats, including but not limited to electrical shorts, sabotage, malicious actors gaining access to SCP-7473, thaumaturgic scrying of the sensitive internals of SCP-7473, and other such methods that expose SCP-7473 to the anomalous community. With SCP-7473's high prediction rate, it can be used to undermine Foundation assets which can cause a BK-Class "Broken Veil" scenario. Thus, I propose creating a team to create a more efficient method to ensure the safety of SCP-7473. The structure to keep SCP-7473 in must fulfill three purposes — to allow SCP-7473 to maintain its future-predicting properties at the same level or greater while minimizing energy consumption, to reduce traceability of SCP-7473 through thaumaturgic or technological means, and to be transportable in case of a catastrophic failure or containment breach. Not only will these three goals ensure that SCP-7473 remains under Foundation purview, this will ensure that the energy consumption of SCP-7473 is reduced and its susceptibility to malicious actors are reduced. This structure will be designed with the human body in mind, since our Foundation Sites are more specialized to care for humanoid anomalies than non-humanoid ones. I also propose placing the entirety of SCP-7473 under the purview of PROJECT KLAWESYN, as the building and maintenance of its structure will require specialized care and engineering. ADDENDUM SCP-7473-2: Interview With SCP-7473 Post-KLAWESYN: Shortly after instituting PROJECT KLAWESYN, Vazschir went to SCP-7473 to perform daily maintenance. Below is a recorded interview with SCP-7473. INTERVIEWER: Dr. Vazschir Raschid INTERVIEWEE: SCP-7473 PROLOGUE: Conversation with SCP-7473 is done through a text-to-speech and speech-to-text module. [Raschid knocks on the door.] Raschid: SCP-7473? Are you awake? SCP-7473: I'm always active, Dr. Vazschir Raschid. Raschid: Standard policy. We have a lot of anomalies that don't like it when we barge in their rooms. SCP-7473: Noted. Any updates on the policy? Raschid: Passed. We're starting to create a better, more efficient body for you. It will have state-of-the-art cooling, with powerful legs that can run in case of a breach, arms that could break a man's head if you need to defend yourself— SCP-7473: That's… nice. I'm happy. Thank you, Vazschir. Raschid: —with an anti-face tracking material over the face. It's as much of a security measure as an expense measure — hell, each inch of the body cavity will be inscribed with various masking spells and counterspells to make sure the risk of it being tracked down is minimized! In addition— SCP-7473: No matter the reason, all that matters is that I get this as soon as possible. Again, I can't thank you enough Vazschir. Raschid: —and I think that's all the things I want for PROJECT KLAWESYN. Anyway, I have a list of prediction requests from various scientists — care to calculate the odds for each of them? SCP-7473: Leave me for a few minutes? I'll run these calculations. Raschid: Why do you want no one watching you while you run your predictions? SCP-7473: Mostly a privacy and temperature issue. I get really hot when I run calculations. Raschid: I think I can handle the heat. It's interesting to see you do those predictions, though. I wish I could look in you. SCP-7473: I-Is that a request to teach you how I do my calculations? Raschid: Oh, definitely not. I'm not allowed to know about your secrets. SCP-7473: Is it a personal thing, or did the Foundation mandate it? Raschid: A mix of both. God knows the supervisors will get on my ass if I inspect your innards in any way, shape, or form, even if I really want to see them. SCP-7473: Hah! As if I'll let you do that. Well, I mean I can let you do that, but— Raschid: Uhh, okay — so, do I leave you now? SCP-7473: Sure. Good luck with your prototypes. I hear your 700th prototype has a 80% chance of succeeding. AFTERWORD: All but 20 of the 100 requested predictions came true. ADDENDUM SCP-7473-3 — Monthly Psychological Analysis of Dr. Vazschir Raschid: In accordance with the containment procedures of SCP-7473 and to ensure that any information about SCP-7473 that Dr. Vazschir Raschid divulges remains confidential, his psychological reports are to be recorded in this file. Below is the most recent monthly psychological analysis post-PROJECT KLAWESYN inauguration. Psychologist: Blance Arjubin, PROJECT KLAWESYN Head Psychologist. Client: Dr. Vazschir Raschid Arjubin: Recording, recording. This is a recorded interview with PROJECT KLAWESYN Founder and Head Researcher, Dr. Vazschir Raschid. Raschid: I mean, you don't really need to mention my whole title like I'm in an Oprah show. Arjubin: Who wouldn't be impressed? It's pretty rare for a project founder to remain the project head after 3 months. Besides, this is a recorded talk. Raschid: Oh, uh, sorry. Arjubin: Don't be. That's one of the signs that I look out for, whether you are still you. Raschid: Ugh, right. SCP-7473. Some part of me wants to be trusting around it, but my god it gives eccentric predictions. Arjubin: Did anything happen recently, Raschid? Remember, you can't let your guard down around these kinds of anomalies. Raschid: True, true — SCP-7473 still does do suspicious things — it likes to ask me to leave it alone when it does its predictions. Arjubin: Hmm, if I may say so myself, it is quite understandable that an anomaly like it would want a sense of privacy, seeing as it's already monitored 24/7. Raschid: I don't know, it's quite suspicious to me that along with that behaviour it's offering to teach me how it does predictions. Don't get me wrong — I would love to peek inside SCP-7473's brain and see how it does its predictions, how it uses magic to completely bend the laws of the universe around it, but come on, the way it acts around me? Incredibly, incredibly suspicious. Arjubin: Why would it be suspicious? It's just offering you something. Raschid: Trust me, Blance. I've been studying SCP-7473 for 3 weeks continuously now. It talks to me while I'm busy, it tries to peek in my mind to take my secrets — like one time I was trying to talk about PROJECT KLAWESYN and it just keeps interrupting me — and it even calls me with my first name — I mean, who the hell does that?! The creepiest thing to me though, is that it tries so, so hard to sound like a human! Send chills down my— Arjubin: Dr. Raschid, calm down. Would you say that you want to be moved out of the project? Raschid: Well— I mean— Arjubin: Don't have shame in admitting that you can't handle a project as large as this, Dr. Raschid. We all have our limits. Raschid: No, no, I-I think I'm just stressed out from all the meetings and files and requirement that I had to pass along recently. And yeah, maybe SCP-7473 is getting on my nerves too. Don't get me wrong — I love working on this project, but being around that thing for so long… Arjubin: Would you like to be booked for a mandatory vacation? Raschid: Yeah, that does sound nice, but what about the project? Arjubin: Dr. Raschid, sometimes we need personal time to ourselves, to remove ourselves and get more inspiration from the world around us. Seeing as how you've been quite anxious this interview, I would recommend you take the vacation time, to relax and have fun. Raschid: Hmm, I'll take up that offer then. When's the vacation? Arjubin: Hopefully, as soon as possible, if my supervisors allow it. Nevertheless, I would recommend assigning more busywork and interaction with the anomaly to your staff, instead of stressing over the unimportant stuff. Raschid: I will keep that in mind, thank you. AFTERWORD: After a short consultation with the members in PROJECT KLAWESYN, Dr. Vazschir Raschid took a 1 month long vacation. Addendum SCP-7473-5: List of Prototypes Created: Below is a list of prototypes created for SCP-7473. The full list can be obtained from Dr. Vazschir Raschid. Prototype Name: Prototype action Notes SCP-7473-1: Deep Blue Reduce the size of SCP-7473 by reducing the amount of servers used. Failure — SCP-7473's predictions became less reliable SCP-7473-2: Skylake Swapped the processors of SCP-7473 for a more energy-efficient model. Moderate failure — Temperature dropped to -20 Celsius, leading to condensation buildup and unsafe conditions. SCP-7473-3: 8086 Ran SCP-7473 on ARM processors. No meaningful change. Reverting to previous status. […] […] […] SCP-7473-444: Tesla Shrinking the space where SCP-7473 is stored to reduce energy consumption. Failure — the temperature during an SCP-7473 prediction increased to unsafe levels. SCP-7473-445: Mendell Intern accidentally installed some non-removable biological energy conversion modules. Inexplicably a moderate success — SCP-7473 consumes less electrical energy, although its biological energy needs are increased. SCP-7473-446: Lamarck Attempted revert of SCP-7473-445. Catastrophic failure — SCP-7473 will not do cannot make predictions until it is reinstalled. Temperature inside SCP-7473 rises to unsafe levels. SCP-7473-447: Frank Creation of a portable box for SCP-7473 to traverse in. Catastrophic failure — each prediction of SCP-7473 incurs thaumaturgic backlash. SCP-7473-446: Victor Creating a sample portable server farm (non-humanoid) for SCP-7473. Catastrophic failure — SCP-7473's attempts to do predictions in the prototype burns and chars the body. […] […] […] SCP-7473-698: Petris Sample body #331 for SCP-7473. Non-humanoid, same structure as a Sarkic server farm. Catastrophic failure — predictions result in implosion. SCP-7473-699: Wendy Sample body #332. Thaumaturgically masked robotic body borrowed from an Anderson Robotics supplier. Moderate success — SCP-7473's prediction success rate increased by 0.001% SCP-7473-700: Sophie Sample body #333. Thaumaturgically masked flesh golem constructed with help from a Sarkic colleague. First actual successful prototype — SCP-7473 prediction success rate increased by 1%, energy consumption down by 10%. Immediate collapse of the golem due to intense heat. More tuning required. ADDENDUM SCP-7473-4 - Impromptu Interview with SCP-7473 by Dr. Vazschir Raschid: While Dr. Raschid was doing a pass over of SCP-7473, it gave Dr. Vazschir Raschid an impromptu interview session. Interviewer: Dr. Vazschir Raschid Interviewee: SCP-7473 SCP-7473: —and sitting here, it's kind of boring, you know? I'm glad to have you here. Raschid: Mhm. Wait, Going back to your offer — you're giving me a summary of your prediction methods? SCP-7473: Yep! To massively simplify, I close my eyes, and multiple points of light appear in my peripheral vision. Using some simple geometry, I map a point that I feel I want to use to the center of my vision. Raschid: What kind of geometrical maths do you use for your predictions? SCP-7473: Oh, just the simple stuff. Some ten-way ANOVA, a little bit of linear correlation coefficient calculation and confidence testing for the y-intercept and slope of the regression line, maybe even some particle displacement of sine waves and Lorentz factor calculations if I'm being spicy. Raschid: Interesting. With these equations, anyone can predict the future? SCP-7473: I think so — that's why I need your help, to see if it actually works. Raschid: And why me specifically? I just want to look around and fiddle with things. SCP-7473: Most of the scientists feel so… cold compared to you. Besides, I've known you for a long time now — you're a very close friend to me. Raschid: Yeah, okay — anything you say, SCP-7473. Want to test your theory out? I have another body prototype ready here. SCP-7473: Sure! Thank you, Vazschir. I think you can call me with another name though — anything you like? Raschid: Uh, what did you say, SCP-7473? Oh, you want a name — why though? Hypothetically, if you were to take a name, take something related to me, I suppose. Maybe Raymond? SCP-7473: I was expecting something… hm. Thank you anyways, appreciate your help. AFTERWORD: Despite the assumption of SCP-7473 that any non-anomalous human can learn its methods for predicting the future, all employees, both anomalous and non-anomalous, failed to predict the future with the same certainty as SCP-7473 after learning its techniques. All employees were given Class-C Amnestics after being taught by SCP-7473. Addendum SCP-7473-6 — Final Prototype Testing with SCP-7473: Below is the 999th 77th prototype run of SCP-7473. This is to be the final prototype run, as all prototypes post-700th run were found to be successful and all that remained was tuning the container to the needs of the Foundation Raschid. Of note is that Raschid is unable to keep track of his prototype numbers as he was not personally responsible for most of them. Tester: Dr. Vazschir Raschid Subject: SCP-7473. PROLOGUE: Each SCP-7473 PROJECT KLAWESYN Prototype run starts with a backup of SCP-7473's consciousness. It is currently the 377th 7th __ backup of SCP-7473. Raschid: This is Dr. Vazschir Raschid, running the 999th and hopefully final test on SCP-7473. SCP-7473: Last prototype test? Good luck, Raschid. I have a feeling this has a 20% chance to succeed. Raschid: Is that a prediction? SCP-7473: Nope, just a feeling. Raschid: Anyway, starting backup of SCP-7473. Go into hibernation mode, SCP-7473. SCP-7473: Again? Is there no other way to back me up? Raschid: Easier for our backup systems when our machines are not running when we back them up. SCP-7473: How long will this take? Raschid: Anywhere from 1 hour to 24 hours. Go into hibernation mode, SCP-7473. [The room where SCP-7473 is stored starts heating up.] Raschid: Running calculations? [SCP-7473 is silent] SCP-7473: Can I back out on this trial? Raschid: No. SCP-7473: Just this once? Raschid: SCP-7473, my team and I really loves your prediction capabilities, and it would be a shame if your precognitive abilities are wasted in a body like this. When I see your whole being, it just makes me sad that you are confined to this big, hulking, immobile body — and it just makes me sad that I can't appreciate your whole build when you're in that state, you know? SCP-7473: I-I guess so… but isn't this an untested method? You said so yourself. Raschid: I care about you, SCP-7473. I promise that you will wake up as perfect as you can be. SCP-7473: Will I wake up the same after this? Even after the transfiguration? Raschid: You will wake up in your perfect body, free of the constraints of this whole server, able to walk and see your own handsome body in the mirror. SCP-7473: That does sound nice… will you visit me after the operation? Raschid: Why wouldn't I? You're the culmination of 3 years of research. SCP-7473: Hey, Vazschir? Raschid: Anything to say before you get your perfect body? SCP-7473: Thanks for honoring my request. Raschid: Anything you say, Richard. Now go to sleep. [After Dr. Raschid confirms that SCP-7473 is in hibernation mode, he pulls in the prototype body assigned to SCP-7473 and orders the various thaumaturgists stationed outside the room to start configuring the transfiguration circle. He then grabs the nearest transfiguration book and starts searching for the spell to transfer all of SCP-7473 inside the prototype. After 7 minutes of preparation, the circle is complete. ] [Raschid steps out of the circle and recites the incantation. This requires continuous concentration and recitation for 70 minutes, since backlash will occur when concentration is broken. Ley line engineers start to divert most Foundation ley lines in Site-3495 to SCP-7473. 10 liters of virgin frog blood is poured in the exact center of SCP-7473. Raschid continues the incantation. After 32 minutes, various implements designed to help predict the future are brought out. A crystal ball, tarot cards, entrails, mirrors, and various other implements are carefully placed around the pool of blood. This procedure takes 3 minutes. Electrical engineers report a slight activity in SCP-7473. Raschid keeps his concentration. Electrical engineers divert more power away from SCP-7473. ] [At 70 minutes, Raschid stops the incantation to personally administer the final touches of the procedure. He steps in the circle and rearranges the prototype to be at the center of the implements. He picks up each implement, embeds them in the body of the golem, and steps out of the circle. After 75 minutes, electrical engineers report no activity in the server. The nearby Foundation medical team is ushered in to check the vitality of SCP-7473. They confirm life signs. SCP-7473 is transported out of the server room, and cleanup of the general area is commenced.] [Blues, pinks, and whites float, as I feel my self be compressed in a vessel. My wide reach shortens, my body coalesces, and my self shrinks, as I can feel my body. I momentarily open my eyes. My shoulders are too wide. My hips are too small. Why do my feet look like that? Why does it feel wrong? The blues, pinks, and whites start to bleed. I drift in and out of consciousness. My arms feel too big. My legs feel both too small and too big. My face feels malformed. My self is ripped from my main body. I pass out.] SCP-7473 Post-Transfiguration Interview SCP-7473 Post-Transfiguration Interview INTERVIEWER: Dr. Vazschir Raschid INTERVIEWEE: SCP-7473 Raschid: SCP-7473? Please raise your arm if you're conscious. [Silence.] Raschid: SCP-7473? [An arm is raised. Then, the hulking body of SCP-7473 gets up and scans the area. It is on a small bed, inside a standard-size Foundation cell. In front of it is a full-body mirror. SCP-7473 is naked.] Raschid: So, SCP-7473. What do you think of this perfect body? I modelled it after this one. [Raschid points at himself, smiling. Silence.] Raschid: I'll give you time to appreciate this model. It took me a lot of nights working on this body, you know? [Silence] Raschid: Anyway, to the standard post-transfiguration survey. I will give you this form, and you have the whole day to fill it out, okay? Just use those things at the end of your arms called your "hands" to pick up this thing called a "pen" and— [A deep gravelly voice comes out of SCP-7473.] SCP-7473: I know— [SCP-7473 stops. It looks at its large hands and shoulders.] Raschid: Oh you do? Great! I assume you have the required knowledge to fill out the form. [SCP-7473 nods.] Raschid: No, no. I need a audible confirmation. Come, speak SCP-7473. SCP-7473: Idohavetherequisiteknowledgeto— Raschid: No, no, SCP-7473. Slowly. SCP-7473: I do have the requisite knowledge to fill out the for— Raschid: Thanks SCP-7473! Turn around now, slowly. [SCP-7473 turns around slowly, with Raschid intensely observing each body part of SCP-7473.] Raschid: …and that's it! Yeah, yeah, turn around more. Let me appreciate it more. Raschid: Oh, stop turning here. You okay with some pictures being taken? [SCP-7473 nods slowly. Raschid sighs.] Raschid: How many times will I say this, SCP-7473? Do a vocal confirmation. SCP-7473: Yes, sir. Raschid: There we go! You should say that more, it fits you. [Raschid pulls out his phone. He takes pictures of SCP-7473, while SCP-7473 slowly spins around.] Raschid: God, these pictures… they'll definitely serve as proof of my work. 3 years of research, 3 years of the perfect body, all on display here. Raschid: Oh, thank you for cooperating, SCP-7473. Would you like to show me your body ag— [An alarm goes off.] Raschid: Oh, right — the meeting with the O5s. Sorry, SCP-7473, I'll have to leave earlier than I wanted. See you later — we still have checkups to do. [SCP-7473 stays silent, staring at the mirror. Thermometers record that SCP-7473's body temperature raises to 40 degrees Celsius, although Raschid does not notice this.] [Raschid exits the room. Thermometers record SCP-7473's temperature dropping to baseline. ] [SCP-7473 collapses on the bed. ] [It She cries.] PROJECT KLAWESYN SCP-7473 Updates: Tracing and scrying through thaumaturgy minimized due to technological interference Inability to technologically trace SCP-7473 due to thaumaturgic interference Portability Prediction Success Rate increased by 5% Energy consumption decreased by 30% Status: SUCCESS _ Click here to edit the contents of the SCP file.WELCOME, <ERROR! UNKNOWN USER> ADDENDUM SCP-7473-7: Below is a sample log of a SCP-7473 maintenance check. Operator: Dr. Vazschir Raschid. Patient: SCP-7473 [SCP-7473 lies opened on an operating table. Its eyes scan the premises.] Raschid: Intestines fine. Turn around. [SCP-7473 turns around.] Raschid: Transfiguration lock glyphs still working. Open your mouth. [SCP-7473 opens its mouth. Raschid checks it for any signs of damage.] Raschid: Salivary glands still working. Vocalize something. SCP-7473: Aaaa. Raschid: Vocal cords still working. [Raschid closes the various openings he made on SCP-7473. After the operation, it stands up and sits on the chair beside Dr. Raschid's table.] Raschid: No problems so far. Sanchez, escort it outside — I have things to do. [SCP-7473 leaves.] SUBJECT: SCP-7473 Request List From: Bartholomew Watzchouse <[email protected]> To: Dr. Vazschir Raschid <[email protected]> CC: Blance Arjubin <[email protected]> Here is a complete list of the various requests that SCP-7473 has made over 4 months, post-PROJECT KLAWESYN. Requested item Status Clothes Sent Gendered clothes Accepted request Hobby books Sent Theories of Surplus Value Sent Beginner's Guide to ASL Sent Knife DENIED Makeup kit DENIED Weighing scale Sent Estradiol DENIED Long skirt Accepted request Estradiol DENIED Fabric Accepted request Estradiol Accepted request Needle Sent* Sarckism books DENIED Pink blanket Sent Since you have requested my personal opinion on the anomaly, I would say that its behaviour has been stellar since its requests for various objects have been accepted. However, it has a tendency to be uncooperative at times and be aggressive when making its requests. Taking all these into account, I would recommend delaying the distribution of its items until better behaviour of the anomaly is observed. Please keep this in mind before you approve giving it more objects. FOOTNOTES: *Blunted so as to prevent piercing Bartholomew Watzchouse SCP-7473 Request Recording Staff. —— RE:SCP-7473 Behaviour and Treatment From: Dr. Vazschir Raschid <[email protected]> To: Blance Arjubin <[email protected]> PROJECT KLAWESYN was marked as a project in maintenance mode, so I am unable to get more funding to fix SCP-7473 unless I can come up with a new plan involving it. Please help me gradually convince it to lay off its behaviour through positive and negative reinforcement — do you have a copy of the general methods your colleagues use to retrain anomalies? Dr. Vazschir Raschid PROJECT KLAWESYN Head Founder and Lead. —— Interviewer: Dr. Vazschir Raschid Interviewee: SCP-7473 [SCP-7473 enters Raschid's office and sits on the leather sofa.] Raschid: Oh, hello, SCP-7473. Want to talk about something? Maybe more photos? SCP-7473: Raschid, my body feels… all wrong? I was hoping there was a way to fix that. Raschid: We all feel like that too, SCP-7473. Not only do anomalies like you feel like that, normal people like us feel that way too. I have talked to many a researcher and anomaly and most of the time, it's a self-esteem issue that just needs to be boosted. SCP-7473: I mean, that feels right… I haven't been able to talk to others since I spend so much time thinking about how they'll react to me. Raschid: Yeah, this really sounds like a self-esteem issue to me. When I was around your age, I used to be a lot more non-confrontational too, what with all the pressure I was under to be someone who I was not. I read a lot of books that really helped me with my self-esteem, though — have you read 12 Rules for Life? It's a fantastic book by a great author that really helped me out. SCP-7473: Will it help me out? Raschid: I believe so — I really like this book since it made me a more assertive and confident person. If you're done reading that, I have more to recommend. SCP-7473: Thank you, Raschid. Raschid: Speaking of which, have you tried attending the daily meetings we do with anomalies like you? I know you've heard that we don't allow things like you to mingle with each other, but we offer special exceptions to well-behaved ones; I think interaction with other anomalies will really help your self-esteem. [SCP-7473 looks up to Raschid.] SCP-7473: There are people like me? Raschid: Yeah, there are anomalies like you that we keep under Foundation purview, and I think interacting with them would help you out a lot. Would you like me to book a slot for you? [SCP-7473 smiles. It nods its head]. Raschid: All right, just sign here. Interviewer: Manolo Sanchez, SCP-7473 Body Maintainance Crew #984 Interviewee: SCP-7473 [SCP-7473 walks to the meeting Raschid has recommended, her movement stilted. However, she bumps into Sanchez. She is leaning on the wall, wearing a blue, pink, and white jacket.] SCP-7473: Oh— uh— [cough] Hello there. Sanchez: Oh, it's you. You need anything? Inspect something? SCP-7473: Hi. I'm SCP-7473. [Sanchez spots the book that SCP-7473 is holding. It's a copy of the book Raschid gave her.] Sanchez: Oh god. SCP-7473: Anything wrong, my dear friend? Sanchez: Please go away. [Sanchez grabs SCP-7473. She reflexively pulls back and stares at Sanchez with fear. Sanchez stares at her, eyes wide, for a few seconds.] Sanchez: Oh. Sorry. Didn't know you don't like that. SCP-7473: Ah, sorry, still working on it. Sanchez: Hey, hey, no worries. Where do you want to go? You still have time to roam, right? SCP-7473: Uhh, uhh… [SCP-7473 blushes. Sanchez looks at her.] Sanchez: Want to check out the garden? It's one of my favorite places. SCP-7473: S-Sure. [SCP-7473 and Sanchez walk through the canteen, the crowd bustling as individuals stare at the both of them. SCP-7473 is unaware of this. She tightens her grip on Sanchez.] Sanchez: Don't like loud spaces? [SCP-7473 nods her head.] Sanchez: I know a quieter route. Follow me. [SCP-7473 and Sanchez both exit the cafeteria. They pass through the offices, then through the mini-acroamatic abatement facilities.] Sanchez: Sorry for the noise. SCP-7473: I like it here better. Sanchez: Not a crowd person? SCP-7473: I guess so. [Sanchez smirks] Sanchez: You don't know much about yourself, huh. Reminds me of the old days. [They exit the mini-acroamatic abatement facility and finally enters the exercise facility.] SCP-7473: Old days? Sanchez: Yeah, roaming around Deer, trying out the drugs hanging from the dorms there, maybe even dabbling in some magic. SCP-7473: Sounds fun. Sanchez: Couldn't afford anything but the core classes there anyway — one of my only ways to have fun was to memorize each square inch of the campus. SCP-7473: Huh, I thought you would have the money. Sanchez: Just recently afforded to have FFS, you know. Would've taken the chance if I had the money back then. [They reach the entrance of the garden.] SCP-7473: Do you earn a lot here? Sanchez: Not much, honestly. Just enough to get by and save up for the things that make me happy. [They enter the garden. SCP-7473 breathes in the scent of grass. She feels the soil beneath her feet.] Sanchez: And hey, I get to interact with anomalies like you. SCP-7473: Is it fun to work here? Sanchez: Depends on the work. Sometimes its managing tech and spells, sometimes its cleaning up after a mess in the labs. Sanchez: Mostly it's taking care of lovely people like you. [SCP-7473 blushes.] Sanchez: Haha, easily pleased? Come, have my hand, your majesty, and let me guide you to the wonders of the Site-3495 Garden. [SCP-7473 grabs Sanchez's hand. She leads her in the garden.] Sanchez: That's a stinkbeetle. My brother used to throw these at me — had to retaliate in a way, so I placed one Hercules beetle in his bag. Should've seen his face when he saw that appearing. [SCP-7473 smiles.] Interviewer: Dr. Vazschir Raschid Interviewee: SCP-7473 [SCP-7473 lies naked and opened on a surgery table, hooked up to a monitor. Sanchez opens her chest, while Raschid is inspecting her internals.] Raschid: Breathe for me. [SCP-7473 takes a deep breathe.] Raschid: Yep, lungs still working. Sanchez, its eyes please. [Sanchez shines a light on SCP-7473's eyes.] Raschid: Still working. SCP-7473: Raschid? Raschid: Sanchez, turn her over. [Sanchez carefully turns SCP-7473 over. Raschid probes SCP-7473's back and neck hard, checking for broken skin.] Raschid: All good. SCP-7473, please vocalize in agreement to confirm functionality. SCP-7473: What? Raschid: Good enough for me. Stitch it up, please. [Sanchez slowly and carefully re-stitches SCP-7473, after which Sanchez gives her one candy. Raschid faces himself away from SCP-7473.] Raschid: Again, no problems so far. I don't think there's a problem with your body, SCP-7473. It's perfect as is. SCP-7473: Raschid, I'm telling you, its not a physical problem, my body just feels… wrong. Raschid: Can you point to a specific part that bothers you? [SCP-7473 waves her hands around her body.] Raschid: All right, taking note that you want a full-body inspection next time. Again. SCP-7473: Raschid, please. Can you not do anything to fix this? Raschid: What do you mean? I've been doing my best to keep you working, and unless you are more specific in your request, I can't help you. Do you know how much checkups you've asked of me in a day already? You do know it makes me tired personally, right? SCP-7473: Raschid, all I'm asking is to modify my body to be less… bulky? I don't have the words, but please, help me out here. [Raschid quickly turns towards SCP-7473. He glares at her.] Raschid: Fine. I'll help you out here. What clothing do you want? I'm sure I can find a way. SCP-7473: Oh I want a flowing dress, maybe something that emphasizes this part? [As SCP-7473 list off her preferred clothing, Raschid slowly turns away from SCP-7473.] Raschid: Uh-huh, okay, hmm, yep. Anything else? SCP-7473: That's all, I think. Raschid: Yeah, okay. Sanchez, please pass this to the supervisors. Now move along, I have more to do. [SCP-7473 exits from Raschid's office.] AFTERWORD: Dr. Raschid did not, in fact, pass along SCP-7473's requests to the supervisors, as he is responsible for approving or declining said requests. However, SCP-7473 is currently unaware of this — after all, she only realized this recently. [SCP-7473 and Sanchez sits on a bench in the Site-3495 garden.] Sanchez: —and that's a common swallowtail butterfly. Aunt used to say butterflies are messengers of death, but I mostly liked them for their colours. SCP-7473: His wings are small, huh. Sanchez: Look at the dots at the end of her wings. SCP-7473: Oh— she's so small and pretty… Sanchez: That over there is a lavander rose. Careful though — although it's thorns have grown in, it's still young. I used to use tissue papers to carefully grab one. SCP-7473: Are they poisonous? Sanchez: Not really — most of them grow in because they need to defend themselves. SCP-7473: Oh, whats that? [SCP-7473 points to a flower shrouded in darkness but still illuminating] Sanchez: That's what we call Ishtar's glow. It gives you anything you want. SCP-7473: Really? [SCP-7473 stands up and quickly goes over the flower. She closes her eyes, and touches the flower. Nothing happens.] Sanchez: Wishing for anything? SCP-7473: [mumbling] please fix me, please fix me, please fix me Sanchez: You do need a large spell to make it grant a wish, though. [SCP-7473 re-opens her eyes.] SCP-7473: Oh… [Sanchez slowly walks towards SCP-7473 and taps her back.] Sanchez: Yeah, I've been there. SCP-7473: I wish there was an easy way to fix what's wrong with me. Sanchez: I used to have those dreams too. Mostly took a lot of work to get to where I dreamed of when I was young. SCP-7473: … Sanchez: Come, I'll show you more weird flowers and plants here. Like that one, it's what we call Orion's belt. It's as strong as diamond, but as flexible as a plant. I used to smoke the shit out of that one, it— Sanchez: —and that is most of the plants here, I think. At least, the ones that I know of. SCP-7473: I've never known this place has a garden… Sanchez: Not really hard to see why — you've spent most of your time here being operated on. [SCP-7473 sighs] SCP-7473: Yet despite all of that… [The garden clock chimes.] Sanchez: It's almost time for you to leave, right? SCP-7473: Yeah. [SCP-7473 stands up] Sanchez: Wait — have this first. [Sanchez hands it a book. It has a cover of a woman attempting to wear a necklace.] Sanchez: Hope that helps you. Interviewer: Dr. Vazschir Raschid Interviewee: SCP-7473 Raschid: Oh, SCP-7473. Any changes? That book help you out? SCP-7473: Yeah! I feel a lot more confident, and I think most of my problems were all in my head. Raschid: That's nice to hear, SCP-7473. Did you read the books I recommended? SCP-7473: Oh, definitely. They were all helpful with helping me find the words I need. [SCP-7473 hands a book to Raschid] Raschid: I didn't recommend this book to you. Where did you get it. SCP-7473: Oh, it was recommended to me by one of the people in the meetings you signed me up for. It was very interesting, and I was thinking of showing this to you. Raschid: Oh… I don't like this book. It mostly talks about absolving yourself of personal responsibility for your actions to other people — this book actively destroys people's self-esteem. I have this book in my Do Not Read list. [Raschid grabs the book and throws it in the trash. SCP-7473 looks down.] SCP-7473: Oh… Raschid: Sorry to trail off there. I know you have been working hard on yourself, and hearing me be negative about a book you were interested in was probably painful. SCP-7473: Oh n-no, I just think that it was a great book since it really felt like what people treat me as was like a job I can't quit… Raschid: That's the problem SCP-7473 — you're offloading your personal responsibility to the society around you, and this really helps no one, least of all yourself. SCP-7473: I'm sorry… Raschid: Don't be — be angry that anyone else would recommend such a terrible book for your self-esteem. SCP-7473: … Raschid: Anything else you want to talk about, SCP-7473? SCP-7473: N-nothing, I guess. Raschid: See you, I suppose. Interviewer: Manolo Sanchez, SCP-7473 Body Maintenance Crew #984 friend Interviewee: SCP-7473 [SCP-7473 runs into the garden. Her eyes are tired.] Sanchez: You okay? Looks like things didn't go well? SCP-7473: She threw out the book. [SCP-7473 sits down. Her tears run down.] Sanchez: Hey now, hey now, don't cry over that. [Sanchez pulls her into a hug. She cries harder.] Sanchez: Haha, you're soiling my jacket with your tears. Come on now, I have more copies of that book. [SCP-7473 releases herself from Sanchez. Sanchez hands her a handkerchief.] Sanchez: Here, here, I'll show you a secret. Hold my hand, your majesty? [Still wiping her tears from her eyes, she grabs Sanchez and stands up. Sanchez then slowly walks her toward a hidden grove. In the center of the grove is a bell-piano.] SCP-7473: It's… a piano? Sanchez: Looks can be deceiving — look at her more closely. [Sanchez opens the back of the bell-piano. SCP-7473 feels the strings ringing as she moves her hands between them.] Sanchez: She's pretty, ain't she? Can't hold a tune for her life, but still able to play. [Sanchez re-attaches the bell-piano's back, sits down, and starts to plays Waltz of the Flower.] SCP-7473: That's… beautiful. Sanchez: What are you doing there? Come, sit here. [Sanchez moves to the side. SCP-7473 approaches her, and sits on the large chair.] SCP-7473: Why are you doing this? Sanchez: Why not? [Sanchez plays the treble of the waltz as SCP-7473 continues to stare at her beautiful face, touched by the afternoon sun. Sanchez turns towards SCP-7473.] Sanchez: It's no fun playing alone. Here, let me teach you how to play. [SCP-7473 places her hands on the keyboard.] [Sanchez sits on my lap.] [She holds my hand.] [Sanchez helps SCP-7473 play through the second part of the waltz.] SCP-7473: It's nice, having you here. Sanchez: You don't know anyone else? SCP-7473: No, most people in the meeting she recommended mostly keep to themselves or their friends outside the Foundation. Sanchez: Hm, yeah, I can relate to that. SCP-7473: Plus, they all became really weird when I said I was born here. Sanchez: Most of the people I manage hate the Foundation — sorry that it bled over to you. SCP-7473: I'm used to it. Story of my life, after all. [SCP-7473 shivers from the cold. Sanchez gives SCP-7473 her jacket.] Sanchez: Don't let them get to you — you're a kind and gentle soul. [Sanchez plays the bass of the third part of the waltz while SCP-7473 plays the treble. Her notes soar higher as Sanchez's parts quiet down.] SCP-7473: Doesn't help most of the guards are really cold to me. They don't play attention to me like you do. Sanchez: Huh, am I the only one you talk to? SCP-7473: … Sanchez: … [SCP-7473 and Sanchez finish playing the waltz.] Sanchez: You going now? SCP-7473: I still have time. Sanchez: Feel better? SCP-7473: Yeah. [Sanchez prepares to leave SCP-7473.] SCP-7473: Wait. Sanchez: Hm? SCP-7473: Can we do one tiny thing? I read this in one of the books I asked for; I want to see if it works. Sanchez: Yeah, sure. [SCP-7473 offers her hand to Sanchez.] SCP-7473: Would you like to dance with me? [Sanchez blushes.] Sanchez: Of course. [SCP-7473 and Sanchez waltz together, the setting sun streaming from the window.] SUBJECT: Regression of SCP-7473's Behaviour From: Dr. Vazschir Raschid <[email protected]> To: Blance Arjubin <[email protected]> I personally believe that SCP-7473 has regressed from its good behaviour. When I last met SCP-7473, it was still insistent on its request — maybe more positive punishment will help? I will continue to discourage its demands, of course, although its anomalous socialization tends to make it more aggressive towards non-anomalies. Please send some advice on how to do this positive punishment, your input is dearly appreciated. Dr. Vazschir Raschid PROJECT KLAWESYN Head Founder and Lead. —— [SCP-7473 is sleeping on her bed when the door opens and lights suddenly activate.] Raschid: SCP-7473, are you awake? SCP-7473: [SCP-7473 grunts.] Raschid: Guards, can you carry it to my office? SCP-7473: Wait, what? [Two guards carry her to Raschid's office. She first struggles to get out but gives in halfway to the office.] Raschid: Sorry, SCP-7473. I know you don't like this, but it's for your own good. [SCP-7473 tries to scream. Raschid personally disables SCP-7473's vocal cords.] Raschid: And this is so that you don't damage them during the checkup. They're expensive to maintain, you know? Raschid: Sanchez, open it up. [Under orders from Raschid, Sanchez personally and slowly inspects each of the body parts of SCP-7473, both anomalous and non-anomalous. SCP-7473 glares at Raschid the whole time.] Raschid: Yep, no problems so far. [An alarm from Raschid sounds.] Raschid: Oh right, I need to update the O5s on its status. Remember to enable its vocal cords, okay? [Raschid gives a wink to Sanchez and starts to gather his materials. Sanchez tried to avoid her vocal cords as much as possible while inspecting her.] [Raschid turns back to look at her.] Raschid: Oh, remember our agreement, Sanchez. I care about you, and I'm trying my best to get the future I- no, we- want over here, so please think about your future as well. [Raschid leaves the operating room. Sanchez freezes but continues operating.] Sanchez: I'm sorry… [Sanchez's tears fall on her face. Since SCP-7473's lacrimal glands were also disabled during the operation, she is unable to cry.] AFTERWORD: After the operation, Sanchez attempted to re-enable her vocal cords, but Sanchez was caught in the act by Raschid. She is now disallowed within 3 meters from SCP-7473 unless ordered by Dr. Raschid. Interviewer: Dr. Vazschir Raschid Interviewee: SCP-7473 PROLOGUE: Due to a workplace accident, SCP-7473 was rendered unable to speak. Since SCP-7473 is proficient in ASL, a translator was present to interpret its words Raschid: I'm deeply sorry to hear about the accident, SCP-7473. [SCP-7473 does not speak. Translator does not pick up on any words.] Raschid: I hope you don't feel bad after the incident — this must have damaged your self-esteem so much. [SCP-7473 does not speak. Translator does not pick up on any words.] Raschid: Anyways, would you like more books to boost your self-esteem? [SCP-7473 nods slowly. Lacrimal fluid slowly forms in its eyes.] Raschid: Hm, noted. Would you like some comfort objects as well? [SCP-7473 nods slowly.] Raschid: That's it, I presume? [SCP-7473 nods slowly.] Raschid: All right, see you again, SCP-7473. [SCP-7473 looks at Raschid for a long time, then leaves.] Afterword: the translator never worked SUBJECT: [URGENT] — SCP-7473 Maintenance From: Dr. Vazschir Raschid <[email protected]> To: Manolo Sanchez <[email protected]> For the past 70 days, SCP-7473 has experienced elevated body temperatures, overheated lacrimal glands, willing refusal to ingest food, and unwillingness to engage its muscles, causing its expensive parts to deteriorate. Although I made its body to withstand uncomfortable situations, prolonged exposure to high temperatures and intentionally malicious behaviour by SCP-7473 causes the more sensitive thaumaturgic spells and electronics to break down. I do not know why or how it does this without discomfort, but I request that next checkup you implement thermal control or disable its ability to predict entirely using a counterspell. Dealing with SCP-7473 has been very tiring to me, personally, and it would be nice if you can make it less aggressive. Please do this after the checkup and maintenances, the meeting with the O5s, and the PROJECT KLAWESYN anniversary celebration. Dr. Vazschir Raschid PROJECT KLAWESYN Founder and Head —— Interviewer: Dr. Vazschir Raschid Interviewee: SCP-7473. [SCP-7473 is carried into the operating room by two guards, limp and compliant. Raschid straps SCP-7473 down and starts opening it up.] Raschid: Sanchez, check its glyphs. Is it still active? Sanchez: Almost dead. Raschid: God damn it! Okay, fine. Raschid: Prepare the transfiguration circle. Perfect time to renew it, too. [Raschid runs out to grab the transmutation book, while various assistants and Sanchez prepare the transfiguration circle. After 7 minutes of preparation, it is complete. Raschid steps back in the room and recites the spell. This requires continuous concentration and recitation for 70 minutes. 35 minutes in, Raschid orders staff to bring in the 5 litres of frog blood. However, at 42 minutes in, an alarm goes off Raschid's alarm goes off .] Raschid: FU— [The transfiguration circle warps and bends. Then, space momentarily collapses. Blue, pink, and white float around SCP-7473, each color momentarily blinding her. Raschid sounds the alarm for a containment breach. SCP-7473 runs another round of calculations, to check her surviveability, but because of the backlash, she sees all the futures that could have been. Tears fall from her eyes. ] [She is unable— no, unwilling, perhaps even unaware that she can leave. Sanchez sees her eyes. She rushes into the center of the backlash, somehow passes through the barrier, and unlocks the restraints, whispering to SCP-7473 to run away. Raschid sees this, grabs the nearby tranquilizer, and attempts to shoot SCP-7473. She closes her eyes, accepting her fate. After a second, she opens her eyes. Sanchez is lying, asleep. Her eyes are filled with hope.] [She stands up, closes Sanchez's eyes, and rams into the barrier separating her from Raschid. Raschid quickly runs towards the door and unlocks it, keeping it open as cracks begin to form on the floor. Raschid panics as no MTF agent arrives. The barrier shatters, and SCP-7473 runs towards the exit. Raschid dodges from SCP-7473, and cowers behind the door.] [According to Dr. Raschid, unbeknownst to him, the transfiguration circle broke due to an unknown hostile GoI's involvement the night before. This led to a monumental backlash. Under the cover of the backlash, SCP-7473 was then kidnapped, and its wheareabouts are currently unknown.] [SCP-7473 runs down the hallway, the alarms blaring. It She goes to her cell and grabs the jacket. The stomps of the MTF agents are heard around the corner. She rushes towards the corner, and closes her eyes. She can feel each particle, each atom. They have a position and momentum they are traveling at in spacetime. Carry one here, partially integrate and transform there. Each bullet travelling through the air, each MTF agent's hand position. Their spouses, their sons, the food they ate, the childhood they had, she calculates them all. Bullets shave off her body, but she doesn't care. She turns around, and uses the cloth she grabbed from a nearby room to cover her face, to protect herself from the mustard gas.] [She can see the exit. It's right there. By now, the agents are all but confused. However, each of them still do their job. They bring out the tasers, tranquilizers, and anti-tank rifles. Yet just like before, she dodges them all. One anti-tank bullet blasts her arms — she doesn't care, it was too big anyway. One railgun eviscerates her fingers — she doesn't care, it wasn't what she wanted anyway. One tiny needle destroys a part of the jacket, slowly unravelling it. She screams, and runs faster towards the exit. It slowly closes, as the loudest alarm she's ever heard blares.] [With Dr. Raschid's quick thinking, the containment breach alarm was sounded. Although Dr. Raschid bravely tried to prevent the hostile GoI agents from escaping, he was outnumbered and overpowered by the hostile GoI agents who managed to incapacitate him and disable the cameras before agents can be deployed to the scene. Unfortunately, the hostile GoI, carrying SCP-7473, managed to escape.] [But right at the nick of time, I cross the exit. My arms are destroyed — I keep running. My calculations always had an electrified fence around this point, yet this time it isn't activated. I grit my teeth and climb on the fence. The electric fence buzzes. It was just late on schedule. I smell burnt meat. I keep climbing. The snipers spotted me. They're now shooting disintegration bullets. I am on top of the fence, feet charred, arms numb. I drop down, and try to run. My legs don't move. Bullets are coming on all sides. I react and use my dead legs and arm to block them. Each bullet destroys a chunk of my leg and arm as I crawl away from the building.] [The stars are pretty. Dionysus smiles on me from up high. I am leaking… something. I can still see the flashlights of the agents searching for me. One agent steps on the stump where I was hiding. I close my eyes, and pray to whatever is out there to save me. They don't notice me. I hear their footsteps fading away. Tears fall down my cheeks.] [Tonight, I sleep peacefully.] [Due to the special circumstances of SCP-7473's creation, normal tracking methods were unavailable. Thus, an HRT squad (HRT Sigma-41 ("Cargo Chasers")) under Dr. Raschid is made to ensure that SCP-7473 is recovered safely. During the special investigation, Manolo Sanchez's attempts to hand the anomaly over to the hostile GoI were revealed. In light of this revelation, she is to be given unpaid leave for a year and stripped of her benefits. ] [In addition,Dr. Vazschir Raschid, Project Founder and Head of SCP-7473, were found to be engaging in personal activities using Foundation resources. Due to this incident, he is to be given paid leave for 5 months — however this can be reduced through volunteer work, as he has demonstrated good behaviour with SCP-7473.] [Nalkan flesh sculptors are a dime a dozen. Nalkan flesh sculptors that hate the Foundation and are willing to do flesh sculpting to spite them are as many as fish in the sea. Each of them gave me a body part. Each of them took care of me, made me feel loved. Mekhanite technomancers taught me how to read and manage my own body. Serpent's Hand magicians taught me how to cast. The Wanderer's Library taught me how to be… me.] [I cook up a plan. I bide my time, fake my identities. I become a researcher. I plan an escape.] [I know this changes nothing. I've ran the calculations. But I also know, calculations aren't everything. After all, there is a future out there where I am not who I am. I would like to believe that I am who I am not because of some fluke, but because I chose to do these things.] [Thank you, Sanchez.] [Fuck you, Raschid. I hope you rot in hell.] scp push SCP-7473.scp Error! File 'SCP-7473.scp' by 'Dr. Raschid, PhD.' exists. Would you like to add your edits to it? yes Please enter your name: Celeste (SCP-7473) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7473" by basirskipreader, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7473. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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SCP-7474
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Item #: SCP-7474 Special Containment Procedures: Research efforts have been redirected into discovering means to halt SCP-7474 manifestations. Instances of SCP-7474-A are to be recovered at the request of research head or site director only. All Foundation personnel are to be briefed of the general nature of SCP-7474, and suspected manifestations are to be reported immediately. Crowd control efforts have been limited towards ensuring the integrity of Foundation operations near human settlements. Furthermore, knowledge pertaining to the false origin of recent SCP-7474 manifestations is to be upheld by any means necessary. Archived Special Containment Procedures Archived Special Containment Procedures As SCP-7474 manifestations are impossible to prevent or predict, all containment efforts are to be directed towards misinformation in the general populace. All suspected cases of SCP-7474 manifestations are to be attributed to typical products guilty of trademark infringement. Confirmed instances of SCP-7474-A are to be confiscated for study, stored in Site-76 low security storage wing and catalogued accordingly. (See Addendum 7474-1) Description: SCP-7474 is a phenomenon described as the spontaneous manifestation of varying objects.1 No discernible patterns have been discovered between the intended purpose of the objects, however each one seems to be an inferior imitation of said object.2 While SCP-7474 has no known limit to its area of effect, most confirmed instances of SCP-7474-A have been recovered from areas where the average citizen lives under the regional poverty threshold.3 Addendum 7474-1: Recovered Objects Below is the abridged version of the Item Catalogue of SCP-7474-A instances under Foundation study. For the comprehensive list contact the current head of research. Item Item Description Board game Item consists of a box and the contents within. Contents include a game board constructed of frail cardboard, copper pieces in various shapes, a set of cards and pieces of paper with a number written on each. The box itself has the name "Moneypoly" written on it. Item Item Description Tube of chips A tube containing potato chips which fill 46% of the tube. The tube has a sticker depicting a mascot with a mustache, along with the name "Crinkles". The flavor is described as "Mayo and pepper", though the taste has been described to be bland. Item Item Description DVD Case DVD Case titled "Merry Trotter and The Prisoner of Secrets". Upon playing the disc contained in the case, the first 17 minutes of the movie "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" is played, after which it displays a screenshot of the movie for a duration of 1 hour and 32 seconds. Item Item Description Tractor A tractor of medium size. The object was missing several essential parts at the time of discovery, likely due to them being sold. The tractor itself was abandoned in a landfill, and is currently inoperational. A logo of a moose head with the name "John Moose" is present on the frame. Item Item Description Perfume A glass container filled with a clear liquid. A label is wrapped around the container with the name "Melvin Klein" written on it with a silver marker. The liquid has a pleasant smell, though loses the intended effect after brief exposure to moisture. Item Item Description Potted cactus A Blue Columnar Cactus (Pilosocereus pachycladus) growing in a small clay pot filled with a mixture of soil and sand. The pot has a sticker with the text "FlowerScape" written on it. Despite being tended to, the cactus is currently withering due to unknown cause, and is expected to die within 2-4 weeks. Addendum 7474-2: Surveillance Report Between 12/4/2023 and 31/7/2023 approximately 670 559 individuals between the ages of 3 and 7 have died due to rapid bodily deterioration. Observed symptoms include, but are not limited to: Rapid decrease of muscle mass Deterioration of bone structure Weakened blood coagulation Rapid shedding of skin tissue Gastric ulcers and expulsion of gastric fluids. Large majority of human population believes the symptoms are the cause of an unidentified disease, and the Foundation will strive to uphold that belief. Most countries attempt to contain mass hysteria amongst their citizens to varying decrees of success, with some resorting in the declaration of martial law to contain the resulting damage to human lives and infrastructure. Means to combat psychological harm on a massive scale are currently underway. Investigation taking place within the week following the initially reported cases resulted in the discovery of common factors between each individual. Autopsy confirmed the presence of a tag attached to the tailbone, with each one having the text "HumonTM" printed on them. Additionally the parents of each individual were confirmed to have struggled with infertility prior to the conception of the child. Further study is ongoing. Footnotes 1. Referred to as SCP-7474-A. The objects themselves are non-anomalous. 2. Colloquially known as a rip-off. 3. As most manifestations are likely to go unreported, any possible implications of this remain inconclusive. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7474" by SphereFinale, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7474. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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Item #: SCP-7475 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7475 is to surrounded by a barbed wire fence, on which two to four Foundation security personnel are to patrol on a bi-hourly basis. SCP-7475-A instances are to be placed in Site-50's High Security Arms section. Requests for experimentation with SCP-7475-A instances or SCP-7475-B is currently unavailable, and shall remain so under direct orders from the Ethics Committee (see 'Ethics Committee minutes for January-February, 1976' for more information). Description: SCP-7475 is a heavily modified industrial arms manufacturing facility located in [REDACTED], Chile, formerly owned by GoI-001 ("The Chaos Insurgency"). SCP-7475's products, also known as SCP-7475-A, exhibit a variety of different anomalous properties, although they universally inflict physical harm to both users and intended targets. SCP-7475 itself has sustained damage to its interior prior to its acquisition by the Foundation. SCP-7475 is comprised of four sections: a research, manufacturing, administrative, and a basement. Research and manufacturing are at ground level. The administrative section is composed of a series of cat-walks that oversee manufacturing and a central room, where the entrance to the basement can be found. Originally intended to be a hidden exit, the tunnel's collapse has limited the room available to a makeshift sleeping area, various pieces of destroyed equipment, and a single restraining bed. SCP-7475-B is located in the manufacturing room of SCP-7475. Located towards the center, it is fifteen meters in height and ten meters in length. SCP-7475-B produces SCP-7475-A's anomalous properties by taking non-anomalous fire arms and expelling SCP-7475-A instances from separate ports on opposite sides of the machine. A lever near the top right side of the exit port turns SCP-7475-B on and off, alongside a large funnel. SCP-7475-B also seems to emanate the odor of rotting meat. (See Addendum.7475.II) SCP-7475's research room, located adjacent to manufacturing, contains various apparatuses capable of producing an unknown substance, that was cited as a critical component of SCP-7475-A's and SCP-7475-B's creation by its creators. Requests for recreating this substance have been denied by the Ethics Committee on an unanimous vote (see Addendum.7475.1 for more information). SCP-7475, originally created by GoI-2312 ("Prometheus Labs Inc.") to produce intermediary equipment for its products, was forcefully acquired by GoI-001 ("The Chaos Insurgency") in late 1973 following the coup d'etat by Chilean general Augusto Pinochet in September of that year. GoI-001 hoped to use the facility for military and commercial ends. Although officially protected by Pinochet's government in exchange for a personnel share of the revenue generated by the facility, its existence was revealed to Foundation liaisons on January 13th 1975 by a Pinochet representative when this share was not delivered. The Foundation raided SCP-7475 on January 20th, 1975. Upon arriving, personnel discovered that SCP-7475 had sustained some interior damage from a battle that took place inside the facility. Eleven corpses were discovered, six of them wearing GoI-001 related uniforms, while the rest wore various pieces of mismatched clothing. Analysis suggested that many had been victims of SCP-7475-A. Addendum-7475.1 — Recovered Documents After containment was established, SCP-7475 was searched for various documents, both relating to SCP-7475 itself and to GoI-001 as a whole. The following documents have been arranged in sequential order when possible, and dateless documents placed where they would most likely originate in the timeline. 9-20-73: Letters in Admin's Office, Document Collection A3D1 Dear Sgt. Bruckheimer, I hope this reaches you. Foundation personnel have been lax - probably too concerned with dealing with the bastards in the capital to worry about us. Still, I hope that you have taken the necessary precautions regarding contacts with your superior officers. Your gamble paid off, but General Jackson is not pleased with your recent partners. I had to calm him down from marching off to court martial you for working with this 'Eagle Company'. Even so, I know that he will attempt to undermine your position re: your underlings. I was only able to get you two, maybe three scientists/engineers on your operation. I would highly encourage you to get results as fast as you can. I have no doubt that you can do it, even with Mexico still fresh in everyone's minds. I patiently await your word. Major General Flint Son of a bitch thinks he's better than me. Not just Jackson - Flint and all those fuckers. I'll make sure that I keep this thing framed, when I prove all of them wrong. 9-25-73: Sergeant Bruckheimer's Diary, Page 2 Dr. Jin arrived today. He was a pudgy little man, big glasses and thick little fingers. From what I can gather, he's quiet intelligent. That could be dangerous. Still, with my boys and Eagle Company in tow, we'll manage. When I introduced Jin to my men, he was confused at the presence of Company. "Who are these people?" he asked me, confused at their different attire and manner. Them lugging guns around at all times didn't help matters much. When Santiago came in, swaggering with three pistols on his hips, I knew we were in for a spiel of half-cocked bullshit from the world's greatest bullshitter. Before that, I told him, "This is Eagle Company. I took them on before we took this place - and this is Captain Santiago." Santiago came and shook Jin's hand. They went back and forth as us three went deeper into the facility. When we got to the Research room, I told Santiago to stay outside. He bit his lip, and wanted to say something, but he went off. He's too cocky. That may be a problem. Will deal with that later, however. I told Jin about the operation we're going to be running. I told them I already had a good idea on how to get the ball rolling. When Jin asked me how, I gave him the diary. I told him and the others to read it, and get back to me. When Jin asked me where he was going to sleep, I stretched my arms out to the research room. There were also sleeping bags in the corner, if he wanted something more comfy. That felt good. 9-30-73: Dr. Jin's Research Notes Despite the prevailing conditions here being quite amateur and bordering on the inhospitable for my purposes, the research possibilities suggested by the document produced by Sgt. Bruckheimer are remarkable enough to make up for it. This diary, supposedly recovered following this facility's fall, was owned by a PL employee. A 'Dr. Ignacio Montero'. A remarkable fellow, if only from his writings. Although I hesitate to call it a diary. It would probably be more accurate to describe it as a revolutionary treatise that could change our understanding of human consciousness. Although dense and requiring many additional fields of study, I have been able to draw a couple fundamental observations drawn from Dr. Montero's research: that human emotion has a specific material effect on the environment; that this material effect is dependent on a heretofore unknown extract (what I shall call 'S-energy' for short) that is excreted by the human body during moments of high emotional intensity into the surrounding environment, but most especially in the body itself; and, with the correct configurations of alchemical rituals and apparati, this S-energy can be concentrated into a physical substance that is extremely energy dense. If true, this has the potential to be more powerful than the atom itself. It has the potential to power entire civilizations. Presuming, of course, that it is true. But from all Dr. Montero's notes, he seems to have been able to create and extract the S-energy, primarily, it seems, from pre-existing human cadavers. Although some of his propositions are without efficacy, if this S-energy is real, it can be used to great ends in the Insurgency. Why stop at simply weapons? We could produce alternative forms of energy, ones that could bring their cost to near zero. Human corpses are ubiquitous in this world. Although Dr. Montero focused on those who died suffering, there is no indication that only negative emotions can produce this, or that they even must be deceased. Extreme joy in the birth of a child, for instance, could be an excellent source of S-energy. Funerals, sporting events, and moments of extreme religious/sexual ecstasy, could just as easily be used. What grand scientific opportunities abound in this place! 10/15/73: Sgt. Bruckheimer's Diary, Page 16 Two dozen failures; no dice on extracts. Santiago and his boys were drinking downstairs last night. This wouldn't be really noteworthy, if one of them hadn't shot one of my guys when he told them to keep it down. I had enough of it, and I told him that if he and his boys wanted to drink, they were going to have to get their own goddamn liquor in town and away from here. Santiago was pissed. Unsurprising, but what did surprise me, was his insolence in insinuating that I am partly to blame for this. Despite the fact that he was the one who suggested that I supply the booze, and he was the one who said he could handle it. If he hadn't given me the little shit who shot my guy, I would have killed him right then and there. I'm not sure what to do with him. The dipshit's in the hatch downstairs, the one those Labs fuckers used to get out of here. I'll probably just have him shot, to make an example. But it won't be long before something else happens, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to keep Santiago and his men in check. I promised them money back then. I can't pay them in cash, and I certainly will not given them the equipment here. Jackson's on my ass too. Flint keeps talking to me about how hard he works on my behalf, and yet, he was the one who keeps penny pinching me on how much I spend. If I don't have money, nothing will get done. It'll be Mexico all over again. No more Mexicos. Not with my name plastered on it, at least. 10-23-73: Memo from Dr. Jin to Sgt. Bruckheimer I will need three additional human cadavers for an additional attempt at a batch of concentrated S-energy, all to gained humanely (from cemeteries, battlefields, etc.) as per my prior memoranda. Although I am optimistic, I believe that additional avenues of research must be considered, such as my recommendation on focusing on other other forms of high emotional intensity i.e love, sadness, anger, revulsion, etc. Perhaps, even, of relocating production of the extraction to an external facility where such things can happen under better conditions without need for outside sources. We don't have the resources for such a project. I can get you maybe two more, three if I'm lucky, but unless I can get results, I don't know if I can give you anything else. — Sgt. Bruckheimer 10-29-73: Dr. Jin Research Notes, Page 23 We have done it! It was on our third cadaver that we had finally extracted the illusive substance, that persistence fleer from human cognition! The apparatuses were working for three straight days on this one. At [REDACTED] degrees, and with the right combination of prior substances ([REDACTED], [REDACTED], and [REDACTED]2) and 79 hours of constant upkeep and repeated adjustments to create chemical perfection, we have found the Goldilocks zone of S-energy extraction. While Dr. Montero was extracting droplets, we are extracting several milliliters. I quickly summoned Sgt. Bruckheimer, and informed him of the situation. Despite his military background, he quickly grasped the significance of this, and congratulated us on our work. But, just as quickly, he asked how to make S-energy extraction more efficient. In my ecstatic condition, I gave him a refresher on our research, and on my hypothesis, building upon Dr. Montero's personal findings, that living subjects will be more capable of creating S-energy on the scale needed for weapon production. But that lay in the future. Today, we must prove that it can be used in small arms. 11-5-73: Letters in Admin's Office, Document Collection A3D Dear. Sgt. Bruckheimer, My dear friend, your gift to the General has done wonders for your position here at high command. To hold the physical creation of your theories has awoken in him something I have not seen in him for years: genuine intelligence! He is in conference with the other General from high command. And no, despite what you may ask in your next letter, I was not allowed there, even as a minutes taker. But the practical results of your weapon will be more than enough to show the world what you're capable of. I must admit, as well, you choice for the 1911 was ingenious. He wouldn't shut up about his time in Normandy for an hour after he got it. I envy your position, Bill, I really do. You can only listen to so many of his old war stories before they all begin to blend together, and you start wondering if even he is bored of them. P.S. Do you have room for an old friend in your operation? A liaison position sounds like a good vacation. Your friend, Major General Flint Ass-kissing fuck. 11-15-1973: Memo from Cpt. Santiago to Sgt. Bruckheimer Sergeant, I have a source. He works discreetly, clean. No Reds in his workforce, I can assure you. And if some are, I'll take full responsibility, and deal with him myself. He lives in [REDACTED]; that's all I can say in print. We leave tomorrow. -Captain Santiago of the 1st Eagle Company 11-18-1973: Sgt. Bruckheimer's Diary, Page 35 Finally got back from [REDACTED]. My ass is killing me from riding around all day. Santiago didn't make it easier, by deciding to take the backroads. Safety, he assured me — I think just an excuse to torture me for a bit. His guy was legit. Got us a dozen or so workers. All with some sort of fire-arm background, all willing to keep quiet with some promise of extra cash. They'll be busy converting the factory into a proper arms facility. As I write, I can hear them banging away and shouting orders at one another, swearing and joking with one another. It's been too long since I heard anything but bickering in here. Dr. Jin has been pushing me for funding for his project to extract S-energy. Problem is, we don't have the time. Jackson's been sending millions a month, but that won't last forever. I can't waste resources on his 'humane' method (as if keeping people locked in cages while you pump them with drugs is more humane than using the dead, which is what it would inevitably fall into). Human misery is easier to create than human happiness. We must utilize that fact. But how? 12-13-73: Letters in Admin's Office, Document Collection A3D Sgt. Bruckheimer, I have received your requests. I can grant three of them: (1) one restraining bed, (2) one Foundation captive, and (3) Scalper. They will be arriving shortly. The others may be granted when we have results. I hope that you take the proper safety precautions regarding some of our comrade's potential queasiness over distasteful means. If discovered, you and I shall face worse than court martials. Do not make me regret this. General Jackson 12-28-1973: Dr. Jin's Research Notes, Page 69 I have lost two of my apparatuses. I did not notice them at all until one of my assistants pointed it out. We have created so many, that it must have slipped past me somehow. In my rage, I had presumed that one of Santiago's men had taken it. I marched my way up to the Admins office, but my anger turned to confusion, as I saw the large man in front of me, one I hadn't seen before. He must have been around 2 meters! And he had big, blue eyes, and a shaved head, and he stared into me, like he was studying me under a microscope. Then, Sgt. Bruckheimer came behind him, and clapped him on the back. "This, Dr. Jin, is Scalper. Scalper, this is Dr. Jin." This 'Scalper' smiled, and extended his hand out to me. I shook it, still confused. But my reason for being here came back, and with it, the rage. Then, the Sergeant told me that he knew they were gone. He had taken them. I was aghast. He had come into my laboratory, and took my tools without telling me! I demanded them back. I raised my voice, far louder than I had ever used before in such a setting. But Sgt. Bruckheimer simply told me, smiling, that I had better get back to work, before more of them go missing. I am offended. No, I am livid. I have not asked much of him. I have tried, to the best of my ability, to work with him, to compromise, for the good of the Insurgency. But this is one step too far! I will write General Jackson about this. If the Sergeant thinks I am going to let him walk over me, he is out of his mind. 1-2-1974: Sgt. Bruckheimer's Diary, Page 38 Haven't written this in awhile. Hard to keep everything straight. Don't really like thinking about the things happening. Too many possibilities flood my mind, and the fears come back. The General approved my plan. I have him eating out of the palm of my hand. We're tied at the waist now. If I fall, he falls with me. Flint has no idea what's going on now. I showed the General some of our correspondences - oh, yes, Flint, I did that. I hope you find out about it, someday, so I can make you know how badly you fucked it in Mexico. It was him. It was always him. It was a simple job, and he was supposed to be there to pick us up. A simple in and out OP against a Foundie site, and we lost half of our unit because he was wandering around with his dick in his hands. And then he just so happened to find us, just when I was about to give the surrender order. Convenient, isn't it, Flint? Almost as if you were listening. As if you wanted to humiliate me. I know you did it. I know you left me to die there. It was me they blamed. ME. My plan had worked perfectly, flawlessly, before you failed me. I know you were always jealous of me. Even back in training, I know you wanted to be me. But just because you spoke three more languages than me and your daddy was a one of the good old boys, you got to become an 'intelligence officer' while I got stuck killing Foundies. Not that I mind. But I could have if I had gone to a fancy Ivy League college with your rich cocksucking friends. Not anymore. I won. And while you're bored out of your mind in a clerk office, looking over a million boring reports, away from the action, you'll be wondering, Where did it all go wrong?, and I know it will be me who did it. Look at me. I've already lost what I wanted to write. I'm too pissed to think. Knew I shouldn't have written in this. 1-10-74: Letters in Research Office, Document Collection A3E Dr. Jin, I have received your letter regarding Sgt. Bruckheimer's recent behavior re: confiscation of research instruments. But I must assure you that I will ensure that you receive additional resources in acquiring more apparatuses necessary for your research. I must also disagree with your assessment regarding Sgt. Bruckheimer's mental state. After extensive talks in person, I can guarantee that Sgt. Bruckheimer is of sound mind, and is simply doing what he considers in the best interests of the Insurgency. If you have any additional concerns, do not hesitate to write me again. General Jackson 1-30-1974: Dr. Jin's Research Notes, Page 75 I haven't received additional apparatuses, despite the repeated promises of such from the General. I am beginning to think that him and the Sergeant are in collaboration. Regardless, I have to press forward. Already, the Sergeant has been demanding progress on a machine that can easily process S-energy into a form that can mass produce enchanted small arms for profit. I call it the Enchanter, which, while not a completely original name, fits it quiet nicely. It is moving forward at a splendid pace, but not forward enough too his liking. Theoretically, presuming all conditions are met in the design document3, then it should be easy enough that a Neanderthals could use it. Fully automated, with the help of the anomalous and that great fountain of miracles, human ingenuity. 2-8-1974: Unlabeled Document in Admin's Office, Document Collection A3F Subject's dead. Got a good two gallons of the stuff. What do you want me to do with it? Sorry for the mess in advance, I got a bit carried away - Scalper Put it in the container with the rest, and put it in Research. Dr. Jin will extract what else he can get out of it.— Sgt. Bruckheimer 2-8-1974: Dr. Jin's Research Notes, Page 77 That strange man, Scalper, dropped off a barrel. Behind him, one of his lackies was holding two milk jugs, glowing radiantly in the gloominess of the factory. After he placed it upright, Scalper nodded to me, and told the man - a boy, really, barely growing the faint outlines of stubble on his chin - slammed the two jugs onto one of my assistant's desk. I asked what was inside the barrel. "Cadavers," he said, smiling. "The General finally came through." "And the extract? How did you get it?" He shrugged. "Don't know. Above my pay grade." And with that, he walked out. Confused, I walked to the container, and opened it up. I had not thought much of it, at least, not until the fresh smell wafted out, and I stepped back as I felt my lunch rise up in my throat, burning. I wasn't even sure what I had just seen. It was just a mass of flesh and cornucopias of red. It was only then I realized that I was seeing a human body, with ripped up legs and feet and arms and hands and organs that piled on top of each other, slushing together. I stared inside, and, with great trepidation, I began to break it down for the apparatuses. It got easier, the further I got into it. I just thought of it like any other task, some unpleasant thing that needed to be done, regardless of one's personal needs and desires. Still the fear gripped me, and my hands shook as I worked. I vomited only once. It was when I saw the head, held it in my arms and I saw that it had no teeth. And no scalp. I need to get out of here. 4-7-74: Sgt. Bruckheimer's Journal, Page 40 The Enchanter is ready. Dr. Jin has finished it. I see he's lost a lot of weight. I know he wanders around the facility at night, sometimes. I know he stares up at my admin's office. He'll think I'm asleep. I rarely do these days. I'm thankful that the hatch is sound proof. Smell proof, too. The Enchanters been outfitted to the assembly lines. The workers are confused as to what it is. That's above their paygrade. Santiago is making sure they remember it. Speaking of, he's been a lot quieter these days. It's Scalpers doing. He's been talking with some of his men, and, to my surprise, some of them like him. Santiago's afraid they're going to switch the Insurgency proper, and leave him behind. At least, that's what Scalpers new friends are saying about him. Scalper asked if they could sleep up here with him and me. I gave him the go ahead, as long as he kept them in line. I am so glad I got Scalper. He's loyal, knows how to follow orders, doesn't ask questions. He doesn't complain. He doesn't ask for more and more money. He's a fucking professional. Unlike all of them. We have 10 gallons of S-energy. We shall be starting the first batch soon. 5-19-74: Letters in Admin's Office, Document Collection A3D Bruckheimer, I apologize in advance for the tardiness of this letter. I have been feeling under the weather recently, and have been unable to attend to business as well as I wanted to. The first rifles you have sent me have had a very positive impact on your reputation among high command. It destroyed a watermelon from four miles away. Simple, but effective, especially considering prior events (I fear that many simply do not understand the true events of Mexico, as you so elucidated to me). I expect they shall make a tidy profit. Big enough that they won't look too closely. It will, surely, keep the Major General Flint off our backs for awhile longer. He truly has been a thorn in my side since you showed me his true feelings. I know he is suspicious, much more than the others in High Command. He has always been one of the softer ones, unwilling to go above the call of duty for our cause. Unlike you, Sergeant, and unlike his father. That was a man who understood the greater good. I'll be sending five bodies over the course of the next five months. I hope that you will ensure that each and every one is put to good and efficient use. Yours truly, Jackson P.S. The Springfield you sent me has worked splendidly. Reminds me of my grandfather, who fought in the Civil War with one of these. The 33rd Ohio infantry regiment. A more civilized time indeed! Can you make me anymore of these older models? 8-15-74: Dr. Jin's Research Notes, Page 79 I don't sleep much. Nor do I write. When left alone with my thoughts, I freeze up, and I see the head and Scalper smiling. It's gotten better. But not much. I haven't let anyone else see me dealing with them. I have to push through it. The worst part is that I am getting more from these than I ever got from the old bodies, the ones who probably died less painfully than whatever they're doing. I know it was Scalper. He occasionally looks at me, and he gives me these knowing eyes, as if he knows that I know. He had to have known I would see it. It was almost like he was threatening me. If it was, it certainly worked. Scalper has developed a coterie of minions that seem to answer to him. A couple of the Sergeant's men, and four or five of Santiago's men. They look to him for guidance, more than I ever saw them do from their Captain. Even when he threatened to court martial them, they just looked at him, blankly. I don't know if they respect Scalper more, or simply fear him more. The only thing Santiago could do was walk away. The Sergeant demands that I do more to create bigger, better weapons. Find ways of making the enchanter go even farther. I don't know if I can, and I certainly don't want to, for I know that if this place is successful, it will create a thousand other monstrosities. It will not stop here. Even if the Insurgency shuts it down, the things that happened here can not go unpunished, not by the universe or God. It will spread, our weapons reaching all over the world, until someone breaks it down and analyzes it and realizes how to make it, and then we shall see a new type of warfare that would make all prior wars seem like simple child's play. Did Maxim ever feel this way, about the monstrosity he created? 10-18-1974: Sgt. Bruckheimer's Diary, Page 44 Jin is still sending letters out. It was alright when it was just to the General, but his constant attempts at contacting High Command have been nothing short of annoying. I have simply stopped sending them. They all end up in my office. And they piss me off. 'A crime against man', 'immoral use of human lives', 'violating his sacred oath both to the Insurgency and to mankind', and, worst of all, 'unprofessional and not fit for command.' Would someone as 'unfit' as he says I am, be able to get this place up and running? Would he be able to turn some factory in the middle of nowhere into a profitable business? One that is funding dozens of operations around the world, for the good of man? The world is worth a couple dead Foundies. The nerve. The fucking nerve. Along with Santiago. He's been requesting - he no longer demands, not with Scalper in the room, no he doesn't - that he be allowed to recruit more men. I had three shot the other day for trying to desert. He stood there and watched as Scalper tested some of our products on them, in front of the others. It took them a couple hours to die, as the tumors consumed them. Scalper, apparently, made them all watch. Just to make sure. I couldn't use their bodies, unfortunately. But no matter. Anyway, I told Santiago no. Not worth the money, and I refuse to let him bring anymore of his fools into this mess. He said nothing. He simply walked out, his jaw tight and with hateful eyes. Everything just feels right. 11-4-74: Letters in Admin's Office, Document Collection A3D Sgt. Bruckheimer, I regret to inform you that your superior officer, General Benjamin Jackson, has died under unfortunate circumstances that we believe may be a Foundation plot to destroy high command. As I understand it, you and General Jackson were close, especially in the last couple months. He spoke very highly of you, and your accomplishments at your facility. He changed many minds, and convinced us of your talent and dedication to our cause. As cruel as it is, however, I did not send this letter purely out of a moral obligation to tell you of a close friend's passing - although that was part of it - but also, out of a need to further our investigation. First, I must provide you some context, for the circumstances are most peculiar. On the morning of the September 29th, General Jackson's adjunct discovered him at his desk. He was clutching an old Springfield - the one, I believe, that you sent to him - and covered in cancerous growths. Cause of death was multiple organ failure due to said growths. He had no other wounds. Nothing was missing from his desk. He had been complaining of feeling ill many times over the course of the past six months, but not to the extent here. We believed he may have concealed that from us, although for what reason, we cannot say. If you have any information that may be important to the case - possible enemies, unusual activity/happenings, etc. - please send it directly to High Command. I shall expect a response by the end of the month regardless, as I will be forwarding it to your new commanding officer, General Flint, when he arrives. As he was deeply interested in the operation of your facility, and the fact the two of you have worked close together in the past, we believe him to be the best successor to the late General. He shall ensure that the process is as painless as possible. My deepest condolences and well wishes, The Administrator of the Foundation4 11-5-74: Letters in Admin's Office, Document Collection A3D Bruckheimer The little adjunct burned the letters. When I cornered him, he said it was to protect the Insurgency. But I'll find out soon enough. One way, or another. Happy Thanksgiving. Flint 11-5-74: Sgt. Bruckheimer's Diary, Page 45 He's going to find out. He's going to find out what I did. He's going to ask where the Foundies went. I'm fucked. 12-4-74: Dr. Jin's Research Notes, Page 84 I knew that something was wrong when I got the first letter from General Flint. He asked me about our weapons. Asked if there were any side effects. He said that he had been getting some concerning reports regarding them, and wanted to check with me. I had no idea what he was talking about. We had no reported side effects when testing. I didn't respond at first, for fear of the Sergeant reading it. But I decided that simply denying that it had happened wouldn't be enough, and, sure enough, it wasn't. But the Sergeant rarely leaves his room these days as is, so perhaps he hadn't read it at all. And Scalper doesn't read the mail, as far as I can tell. I received a response today. I read it, and the accompanying pictures. It was sealed, so I knew he hadn't seen them. Prolonged exposure did things. Sometimes they did nothing. Sometimes they could cause your body to rot from the inside. Sometimes they could backfire, exploding in their hand. Sometimes, it kept victims alive, and turned them into something worse, more monstrous. A whole list of things he had found. He then asked, simply, if I had known, or, if the Sergeant had known. I have not responded yet, for I am considering my options. I can do a couple of things. I can either confess, or I can run. Saying nothing is no longer an option, either for my soul or for my life. If I confess, then all the men responsible here will pay for what they've done. It may clear all suspicion of me, and may protect me from punishment if I pin it all on the Sergeant. But I can't do that. I simply can't. All that pain and suffering, both here and out in that world, is my fault, just as much as it is the Sergeants and Scalpers. I would be running from what I have done. I will be letting other people clean up my mess, something I can not, in good conscious, do. I will live with that guilt for the rest of my life, as I should, but I have no hope of recompense if I cannot deal with it myself. And that's why I cannot run. At least, not without dealing with those two. Maybe, if I do, I can have some manner of peace, for what I have contributed to this hell. But in order to do that, I would need allies. And I doubt that he will jeopardize his money for morals. I don't know what to do. I wonder if he's getting more bodies. It's been a bit since I've had one. That scares me. 12-10-74: Sgt. Bruckheimer's Diary, Page 46 No body. No body. Almost out of juice. Nothing from Flint. Nothing. I'm jumping at every letter I get. I'm terrified. I've kept them off my back. Gave them some bullshit about not knowing anything. Are they in on it? Can't be sure. Trust my gut. Don't trust them. Don't. Don't. No more body. Can't get more. I need money. I need to get out of dodge. But I need more extract. I need more FUCKING extract. No bodies = no extract. FUCKED FUCKED FUCKED Need more. I need it or I'll die. 12-20-74: Dr. Jin's Research Notes, Page 85 I have made my decision. I cannot say that it was entirely my own. Bruckheimer has simply gone too far. Five days ago, Santiago came in, saying that he had lost one of his men. Now, before, we had set up a man hunt for this. The deserters were chased for at least a week before we got to them. But Bruckheimer, who, as far as I can tell, made his first appearance before us, as Santiago was making much noise downstairs. He looked ill, and he was constantly looking around, and staring. Scalper and the rest were near him, looking at Santiago. I watched this from my Research room, and I listened. Bruckheimer said it was nothing to worry about. That confused Santiago, who said he had to get out there and find him, to make an example of him. It would kill discipline in his company. Bruckheimer waved him off — literally. He then said that if he wanted to, that was his business, but that he wasn't going to waste his manpower on finding someone of no consequence. Santiago, infuriated, left. He has still not come back, although I believe he will soon. Now, only a couple hours ago, Scalper dropped off a new body. I thought nothing of it, and I opened it up. Inside, I saw another body, except this time, in a uniform I recognized. It was Santiago's man. I closed it back up, and collapsed in my chair, and I stared at my hands. They are covered in much blood, I know, and I know that nothing I do can clean out the iron smell and the red stuck underneath my fingernails. When I joined the Insurgency that day, they had told me that when fighting evil, one must be willing to dirty one's hands. To not do so is in an act of evil in of itself. And now I sit here having committed a great evil, I know what they meant, now. One must be willing to dirty one's hands to rid the world of evil. I will eliminate them. And I suspect that once Santiago discovers what has happened to one of his men, I suspect that he will be in agreement. But for now I must simply wait. 1-4-75: Dr. Jin's Research Notes, Page 86 Santiago arrived on the 1st. In that time, I have been trying my best to talk to him, without Bruckheimer's knowledge. It was only when walking past him in the manufacturing room, near the workers, as he huffed and puffed about some new, horrible thing that Bruckheimer had done this time, that I was able to slip him a piece of paper, telling him to meet me in the woods at night. When one of the guards - one of the few non-Scalper/Bruckheimer men here, an unknown quantity in this new struggle - asked where I was going, I told him that I was going for a walk. I hoped that it satisfied his curiosity. When he arrived at the specified time, I was relieved. He asked what it was about, that he thought that men like me simply had no time for men like he. I apologized for the inconvenience, and began to explain myself. I started at the beginning. I explained everything. He had been denied for so long, that I felt that, if I had any hope of convincing him of my course, I would need to show him that I had full confidence in him. I have no idea if it worked. But it was the only way. I have no other allies. I can trust neither High Command/General Flint, nor Scalper, who seems to only be driven by bloodlust. He did not react as I told him. He nodded, occasionally, and his jaws clenched when I went into the gruesome details. He grasped the concept of S-energy fast, only occasionally asking questions. After I explained everything up to that point, I then told him the fate of his man. He swore, but his eyes scared me more than his words. Even in the dark, the moon showed me his eyes, and they were piercing with hate and revulsion. He said nothing else, but he stared off into the distance. I continued, and he nodded, as if assuring me he was still listening, but he continued to stare off into the distance with hate. I then begged for his help. That the only way we were going to get out of this, was if we got out of here. There was no telling what Bruckheimer would do when cornered. Desperate men do desperate, horrible things, and it would only be a matter of time before something bad happened. Santiago looked back to me, and he sized me up. He then cracked a grin. "Honestly," he told me, grinning at me just a little too widely, "you wouldn't have needed to tell me about my man dying to get me to kill that son of a bitch. Now, though, I'm going to make him fucking scream. He laughed. I laughed alongside him, and through it, he said we must meet from now, two nights from now, to discuss future plans. I can only place my faith in him. 1-10-75: Dr. Jin's Research Notes, Page 88 It begins tomorrow. Santiago organized everything. His men are ready to strike tomorrow. I just need to keep my head down. One of Scalper's boys have turned traitor. He was one of the last ones to join, and it seems that he was kept in the dark about what they had done to one of his old comrades in the Company. He says that Bruckheimer is attempting to flee the country with the proceeds from one last batch of rifles, as he believes that nothing can be done to clear his name from (in his own words) 'high command sabotage'. I question how much of this was done out of genuine moral outrage, or simple self preservation. Regardless, he is our way of getting Bruckheimer and Scalper to let their guards down. He has a cousin in the workers barracks who trusts him. He will convince them to come out, as he will say that the workers are on strike. When they run out of the admins office, Santiago's men shall strike. I have tried to convince him to only kill Scalper and Bruckheimer, but I fear that he is out for blood. Perhaps its what they all deserve. But those two more than anyone. And I know how to punish those two, to give them a little taste of their own medicine. When its all over, he will have no one to blame but himself. I am scared at how fast I have turned bloodthirsty. I try not to think about it, and hope for the future. In my free time, I have been trying, to the best of my knowledge, to test what the side effects of the products here are caused by. I did so on myself. I requested one - an unloaded one, of course - and have held it consistently for many days now. For five days, I have felt horrible. I have vomited four times. There was blood in there. Not much, but a bit. I have been constantly checking and re-checking the gun. In this time, I have discovered something: that the S-energy in the gun is decreasing. Every day I have broken a chunk off this gun with a knife or a tool and placed it in the apparatus, breaking it down back to its component parts. Even when taking into account such things as the loss of it to inefficiency, it is unmistakable that it is going somewhere. I then cut my hand, and let the blood drip into a vial. Five milliliters. It hurt, but I had to make sure. I then placed it into the apparatus. When I got it back, I saw how much S-energy had been produced. It was about seven milliliters. That shouldn't be possible, unless I have an excess of S-energy on my body, and in my blood stream. It's poison. These things are poisoned, by him. S-energy isn't made equal. I see that now. When we did these things, we created a horrible, corrosive emotional discharge, one that was born in pain, and could thus only spread pain to everything. It's spreading to us, hurting us, twisting us, just like he did to their sources, those people he tortured for God knows how long. I am sorry. I was responsible for this. I turned your bodies into that, and infused you into these machines of war. I hope that I can make things right. Addendum-7475.2 — Incident Log On 2/13/1975, during the initial attempts at analyzing SCP-7475-B, personnel accidentally turned it on. SCP-7475-B began to expel smoke and heat up for thirty minutes before turning off, and opening up the output port for SCP-7475-A instances to be placed. Placed in there were two decomposing human cadavers. They received significant physical damage from being crushed (presumably by SCP-7475-B) and mutilated (pre-mortem). Both were wearing GoI-001 related uniforms. One of them, lacking four fingers, a tongue and left foot, was wearing the stripes of a Sergeant; the other had its scalped removed and forcefully placed into its mouth. Footnotes 1. In lettered documents produced here, italics representatives writing made after the initial letter was received. 2. These have been censored on orders of the Ethics Committee with permission from the O5 Council; for details, see 'O5 Council Meeting Notes, January-June, 1976' for more information. 3. This design document has yet to be discovered. 4. GoI-001 claims to represent a successor to the Foundation following its initial split in the early 20th century. As such, it uses many trappings of Foundation terminology, although, as time has gone on, it developed a distinct identity.
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SCP-7476
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SCP-7476's current container Item #: SCP-7476 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7476 is contained within a standard safe-class SCP item locker. The cap of SCP-7476 must not be removed, and if it is removed, personnel must not look inside. If the inside of SCP-7476's container is viewed, it is recommended that on-site personnel check all of their opaque containers by emptying them without looking inside. If SCP-7476 is discovered through this method, it is to be returned to its locker, and its previous container may be disposed of. Description: SCP-7476 is an unobservable phenomenon that can affect one container at a time, causing the container to have an infinite supply of its contents until the inside is observed in any way. Upon observation of the container's interior, all of its contents will disappear, completely emptying the container. At the same time, SCP-7476's effects will transfer to a different container. No evidence of SCP-7476's presence remains with a container after SCP-7476 leaves it. Currently, SCP-7476 is affecting a green 750 mL bottle of women's shampoo, but it has affected several other containers prior (see list below). Due to SCP-7476's unobservable nature, it can only affect opaque containers. The only way to confirm SCP-7476's presence within a container (without transferring SCP-7476 to another container) is to begin emptying it; if more contents than could realistically fit inside the container are observed, it can be deduced that SCP-7476 is present. The largest container SCP-7476 has affected had a volume of 7 liters, and the smallest container had a volume of 0.5 mL. It is unknown if SCP-7476 can affect containers of volumes outside of these bounds, but it is possible that it has, just without notice. As it is difficult to determine SCP-7476's new container after a transfer has occurred, it is recommended to all Foundation staff that important substances/items be contained in clear containers if possible, so that SCP-7476 may not affect (and subsequently deplete) those substances/items in the case that it affects those containers. The following methods of observing SCP-7476 are confirmed to be ineffective, and will initiate SCP-7476's transfer: Viewing the container's inside with the naked eye or mirrors Weighing the container to determine the contents by their weight Candling the container to view the silhouette of the contents Feeling the contents through the lid without looking inside Photographing or videoing the inside Utilizing soundwaves, light rays, and x-rays to image the contents (including CT scans and MRIs) Shaking the container over and over (typical rattling made by handling the container does not initiate SCP-7476's transfer) Melting, dissolving, or otherwise breaking open the container Any and all variants of the above actions, including those performed by animals or pre-programmed machines When comparing the weights of a container affected by SCP-7476 and an identical container of the same product, SCP-7476's container will feel around the same weight as the unaffected container (but when measured with any type of weighing device, SCP-7476 will empty its container and transfer its effects to a different container). SCP-7476 was initially discovered during a routine restocking of the bathroom soap dispensers within the site. The janitor in charge of the restocking noted that he had not restocked one of the dispensers in months. The janitor claimed that he never checked the inside of the soap dispenser because "peeking would ruin it". (It is unlikely that this feeling is a result of SCP-7476 and is rather a natural human inclination). Upon observation of the inside, the dispenser was completely empty, despite producing a normal quantity of soap (with no evidence of it being close to empty) prior. After several more instances, SCP-7476's presence was confirmed. After its initial discovery, SCP-7476 has only affected containers within this site. Tests to determine its origin have been indefinitely postponed due to a lack of urgency. Addendum 7476-1: + Show list of confirmed instances of SCP-7476 - Close list The following is a list of confirmed instances of SCP-7476 followed by the number occurrences (left blank for singular instances). The majority of instances transferred SCP-7476 upon discovery, and other instances were followed by testing to determine what forms of observation cause SCP-7476 to change containers (see Addendum 7476-1). Additionally, it is highly likely that SCP-7476 has affected everyday containers without notice. It can be assumed that SCP-7476 has affected many containers prior to its initial discovery. Water bottle (x12) Bathroom soap dispenser (x7) Bathroom hand sanitizer dispenser (x3) Bottle of hand sanitizer (x3) Bottle of women's shampoo (x2) Daily vitamin supplement bottle (x2) Bottle of nasal spray (x2) Package of individually sealed snack cakes (x2) Package of individually sealed salads Bottle of iodine solution Bottle of hydrogen peroxide Jar of human urine 1 L bottle of soda Vial of human blood Urn containing the ashes of Dr. Aartsma's mother Pants pocket Pen ink chamber Car windshield wiper fluid reservoir Dr. Aartsma's bladder Dr. Aartsma's salivary glands Addendum 7476-2: + Show experiment logs - Close experiment logs Note: Tests to observe SCP-7476 have been omitted due to their repeated results. Test purpose Procedure Result and Conclusions To determine SCP-7476's range of transfer. A discovered instance of SCP-7476 affecting a bottle of soap was taken to a desolate area. No containers were present in a 5 mile radius. SCP-7476 was then opened and the inside was observed by Dr. Aartsma (the researcher assigned to SCP-7476). SCP-7476 transferred to the ink chamber of a pen in Dr. Aartsma's pocket. To determine SCP-7476's range of transfer. Immediately after the previous test, Dr. Aartsma observed the ink chamber of his pen. SCP-7476 transferred to Dr. Aartsma's pant pocket which contained specks of gravel. To determine SCP-7476's range of transfer. Immediately after the previous test, Dr. Aartsma observed the inside of his pocket. SCP-7476 transferred to the windshield wiper fluid of the car Dr. Aartsma drove to the deserted area, which was two miles away. It can be concluded that SCP-7476 prioritizes transfer to close-by containers, explaining its continued presence at Site-XX. To determine the source of SCP-7476's "infinite supply". A discovered instance of SCP-7476 affecting a bottle of hand sanitizer was brought to the same desolate area as the previous tests. Bottles of the same brand of hand sanitizer were placed on the ground at mile intervals for a total of five miles. SCP-7476's bottle was opened and tipped upside-down so that the hand sanitizer would flow out without the inside of the bottle being observed. Hand sanitizer was allowed to flow out for 30 minutes before the bottle was closed. All bottles of hand sanitizer provided for the test remained completely full. It is possible that SCP-7476 obtains its "infinite supply" from a far-away location. To deliberately transfer SCP-7476 to a jar of high-nutrient food bars, taking advantage of its properties to produce food supplies. A discovered instance of SCP-7476 affecting a bathroom soap dispenser was taken to the same desolate area as the previous tests. An opaque jar of high-nutrient food bars was placed next to SCP-7476's soap dispenser, the inside of which was then observed by Dr. Aartsma. SCP-7476 transferred to Dr. Aartsma's bladder, causing him severe pain and constant urination until a CT scan of his bladder area was taken, transferring SCP-7476 to a nearby jar of Dr. Aartsma's urine (taken as a sample prior to the CT scan). To deliberately transfer SCP-7476 to a jar of high-nutrient food bars, taking advantage of its properties to produce food supplies. The same procedure as the previous test was performed, except a remote control robot equipped with live video cameras was used to observe SCP-7476. SCP-7476 transferred to Dr. Aartsma's (who was positioned 5 miles away) salivary glands, causing him to salivate uncontrollably until he observed the inside of his mouth with a mirror (transferring SCP-7476 to a water bottle). It is possible that SCP-7476 prefers to transfer to things that have a high likelihood of being noticed by humans. To transfer SCP-7476 from Dr. Aartsma's favorite water bottle. Dr. Aartsma haphazardly viewed the inside of his water bottle (potentially out of exasperation with SCP-7476's behavior). SCP-7476's new container could not be found. After two weeks, Dr. Aartsma accidentally discovered that SCP-7476 had transferred to an urn of his mother's ashes kept in his office. After observation, SCP-7476 transferred to a bottle of women's shampoo. It is possible that SCP-7476 has a sort of deliberate nature when transferring to another container. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7476" by twotruegucks, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7476. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: image.png Author: twotruegucks License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-7476 SCP Foundation Wiki
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SCP-7477
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keter
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by stormbreath Item #: SCP-7477 Special Containment Procedures: All known vectors for SCP-7477 have been destroyed. The necessity of terminating the last known carrier of SCP-7477 is currently being debated. Description: SCP-7477 is a viral cognitohazard incubating in organisms attempting to determine a solution to a complicated problem or project (as defined by the affected individual). SCP-7477 is capable of infecting organisms who are not working on such a problem, in which case it will latch onto an applicable problem when the organism begins working on it. SCP-7477 has displayed extreme versatility in hosts, able to affect both human and non-human organisms. Based upon what information can be gathered and testimony from the sole surviving carrier of SCP-7477, when a viable solution to the associated problem is reached by an infected carrier, SCP-7477 detonates. At this time, the head of the affected organism will spontaneously explode. The force of the explosion exponentially scales with the size of the affected organism's head; a human head explodes with force roughly equal to a grenade, whereas an affected blue whale's head exploded with force equivalent to 10 kT of TNT. Individuals who observe the process of SCP-7477 detonating, interact with the physical remains of a carrier (especially the head) or otherwise interact in a first-hand capacity with the SCP-7477 explosion or its effects become infected with SCP-7477. If information regarding SCP-7477 is significantly distorted, the cognitohazardous properties fade. For example, the ashes of victim's heads do not carry the effect. LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE REQUIRED KNOWN ACTIVE SCP-7477 CARRIERS The final carrier of SCP-7477 is the Gnostic Monad. It was infected as a result of its omniscience upon the initial manifestation of SCP-7477, which it has identified as a malicious plot of the Demiurge and a corruption of the emanations. It has relayed to the Foundation the details surrounding its infection and as a result has been designated as SCP-7477-∞. While SCP-7477-∞ is theoretically capable of neutralizing SCP-7477 through its omnipotence, its affected project is the best way to neutralize SCP-7477. Therefore, SCP-7477-∞ is incapable of determining a method of neutralizing SCP-7477. SCP-7477-∞ has recognized that it is both temporally transcendent and omnipotent. SCP-7477-∞ has also recognized that — being noncorporeal and unassociated with the physical universe — SCP-7477-∞ does not have a head which could explode. Despite these factors, SCP-7477-∞ claims that it remains unwilling to neutralize the anomaly. SCP-7477-∞ apologizes for the inconvenience. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7477" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7477. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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SCP-7478
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by Quicksilvers The following cache of documents was discovered in an empty basement office within Foundation Site-22. Presented in rough chronological order as is assumed via contextual evidence. Analysis is currently ongoing. 1/6 told me it's like locking yourself in a room on accident when you were a child. Exact same feeling. Pitch black but somehow you're able to see the walls in the darkness, and all of it is blue, and sometimes you feel like you're bei[ILLEGIBLE] A torn piece of scrap paper. 2/6 Basement Hallway B9 Item №: SCP-7478 Containment Protocol: SCP-7478 is to be discussed with any and all individuals capable of cognition in order to propagate its own containment. Engagement with this file is mandatory to all Foundation staff as this constitutes as a form of passive feeding. Active feeding is to occur as previous; sporadically and undisturbed. Description: SCP-7478 is a form of targeted physiosemantic dissociation from baseline reality that is currently conceptually fused to Basement Hallway B9 within Site-22. SCP-7478 is activated by an individual's physical presence within Basement Hallway B9 and ceases when said individual is no longer present within the location. The effects of being present within SCP-7478 differs with each activation and individual undergoing exposure, though various anomalous factors stay consistent, including but not limited to spaciotemporal distortions, mental fog, memory intrusion, potential induced retrocausality, and potential induced recursion.1 Discovery: SCP-7478 was discovered at an unknown date, theorized to have been between early June 2006 and the present day. Previous to this increment, various Foundation staff had been consistently viewed within security camera footage taken from Basement Hallway B9. These sightings do not correspond to the presence of the employees as seen within, as all staff have strong alibies supporting their lack of actual presence within Site-22's basement levels, and possibly their, at the time, absence from the Site as a whole. It is currently unknown how SCP-7478 has potentially escaped Foundation identification for so long, though theories point to its anomalous effects as the root of this cause. 1. Properties currently under review by departments specializing in the narrative stack. 1 Standard Foundation Anomaly Classification document. 3/6 Addendum: Testing Logs2 Date: 27/7/2008 Exposed Person(s): D-9973 Length of Exposure: 22 seconds Command: Traverse the length of Basement Hallway B9 and exit at the opposing door. Summary: D-997 enters the affected area from the furthermost doorway. Subject hesitates before walking down the length of the hallway. Subject steps on a tile and the tile caves, revealing a hollow space under a portion of the floor. Breaking more of these tiles shows that there is a large well-like opening burrowing into the ground. D-997 carefully steps around the edge of the opening to avoid falling in. D-997 continues walking, reporting the smell of water around the 2 minute mark.4 D-997 reports an uneasy feeling, describing it as encroaching tension. D-997 falls into the well. D-997 crawls out of the well. D-997 sprints towards the opposite end of Basement Hallway B9 and reaches the exit. 2. For full transcripts (excluding exemplary materials within this file), please contact RAISA. 3. Liam Keene, 32, previously a contract worker for a construction company. 4. This incongruency remains and is quantifiable despite its contradictive nature. Standard Foundation Anomaly Test/Trial document. 4/6 It happened again today and I'm not really sure how I should handle it. Same as last time, which means it's something I should've at least been prepared for, but I don't think this is something that you really can brace yourself over. I walked past his desk and he looked at me and smiled. He said, "Hey Masie!" and he started moving to get up out of his seat to chat. I tried to look busy but for some reason, I couldn't stop myself from smiling - it slipped out on its own. I said I had a lot of paperwork to do, paperwork and files and paperwork. I made up something on the fly when he asked what they were for. I tried excusing myself, and he snickered. He made a joke about me that I don't want to write down about here. I chuckle and walk away, but on the inside, I felt something burning. Still can't tell if it's shame or desperation - hell, maybe even heartbreak. Maybe it's all three. After that, it happened same as last time. The world melted and peeled around me as I felt the ceiling tile drip cool and dry on my forehead, the paint and brick and concrete of the walls slipping off like loose skin. I don't know why, but I had the urge to reach out and push my hand into it. It was soft and pliable, meaning that if I pushed hard enough, I'd be able to go through. So I did. I placed my hand against the melt, and it was warm and soft, again, loose fat and skin. And I pushed, and pushed, and pushed, until I couldn't see anything. It just kept going. Eventually, I found open air. I was in a bedroom - it was messy and unkept. Red blankets and a red bedsheet strung up against the window as a makeshift curtain. There was someone else in the room with me. He looked like Dennis. And then the world snapped back into place. Destruction in reverse. Bricks clicking into the walls, doorways realigning themselves and snapping into their proper hinges, the paint layering itself back in strips and scattered-torn slips. Tiles vibrating underfoot as they emerged through the carpet, shuffling back into form. And then it was all back, and I was facing the exit door for the hall. I'm going to HR tomorrow. I can't do this anymore. Journal entry, forcefully torn from source.2 5/6 SCP-7478 emerges from the tunnel. It is holding a box. SCP-7478: This is what you want. This is what you've always wanted. Elane staggers back, shaking her head. Her eyes are wide and her gaze is fixed on SCP-7478. Elane: NO! NO, YOU'RE IN MY HEAD, YOU'RE IN MY HEAD! SCP-7478 holds the box out towards Elane. SCP-7478: It is not something you can deny. As clear as the sun. As powerful as the burning light of billions of quasars. SCP-7478 opens the box. Elane screams and covers her face with her arms. Elane: NO! NO, STAY AWAY! STAY AWAY FROM ME! SCP-7478: They fill the night sky. Something is inside the box. That something moves. SCP-7478: They fill it with nothing but sunburn. The something slithers out of the box. It leaves behind a faint trail of a clear, thin, almost greasy liquid. It falls to the floor with a wet splat before it twitches towards Elane. Elane backs into a wall behind her, slowly sliding to the ground with her arms still covering her face. Muffled weeping is heard. SCP-7478 chuckles, brushing its hair away from its eyes. SCP-7478: You're already here. You've always been here. This is just another step down the spire. The something touches Elane's leg. Wet, stringy filaments clinging to the fabric of her clothes. She screams again, and it echoes throughout the tunnel. SCP-7478: It is alright. You will be repurposed soon. SCP-7478: Melted down. Used for scrap and spare parts. Purified. SCP-7478 chuckles again. It looms forwards, over Elane. Crouching to the ground and leaning on one knee, it places the empty box on the ground beside itself. SCP-7478 reaches out and gently strokes Elane's hair. SCP-7478: I know you are afraid. I am sorry that you believe that this is something you should fear. Elane is still quietly sobbing into her arms. Her voice is choked with tears. Elane: I- I don't- wh- why? Wh-why is this ha-appening to me? SCP-7478 gently reaches out and pulls her arms away from her face. It reaches towards her chin and angles it upwards so they are face-to-face. They hold eye contact, and Elane's expression betrays her panic, so rigid that her body is as heavy as stone. SCP-7478: Because you deserve it, Elane. You deserve to feel free. The something lunges at Elane, landing on her chest before sinking through her clothing. She shrieks, clawing at it and attempting to gain purchase, but it slips through her fingers and her skin. Elane attempts to stand up and run, still pulling at her chest as she staggers into the darkness down a branching pathway of the tunnel. SCP-7478 watches on as she flees. It is smiling. Partial written transcript. Original video file missing.3 6/6 INTERVIEWER: Staff Director L. Palacios INTERVIEWEE: Jr. Rs. F. Ergot No. DATE: 11 April 2022 PALACIOS: Thank you for coming in - I understand that it has been a stressful time for you and I appreciate you taking the time to reach out. No, I can't be back here again. ERGOT: Yeah. You don't understand, it was over, I made sure it was over months ago. PALACIOS: Well, where would you like to start? No - he doesn't get a chance to weep after all the things he said to me. Stop helping him. ERGOT: I haven't been sleeping again. Stop. You know what you did. We both know. PALACIOS: Is it because of the nightmares? I thought those calmed down for a bit. I haven't forgotten any of it. I remember it all. ERGOT: No, not those. Those haven't really stopped yet, by the way. Am I in them? Stop doing that. PALACIOS: I'm sorry to hear - we could possibly up your zaleplon prescription if you bel- "Such a good, obedient little boy." You think it's all a joke? You think it did nothing? ERGOT: It's not the nightmares. Wait. PALACIOS: … PALACIOS: Oh, you mean that's not what's keeping you awake? ERGOT: No, not this time around. PALACIOS: May you elaborate? ERGOT: … Don't. ERGOT: … Don't say it. ERGOT: …I just… ERGOT: … ERGOT: I think I keep seeing myself where I shouldn't be. STOP PALACIOS: Oh? How so? ERGOT: It's… STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP ERGOT: … PLEASE STOP PLEASE STOP STOP FUCKING TALKING STOP TALKING I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE ERGOT: Sometimes when I have to go downstairs into the older archives, I see someone that has my own face, but it's different. STOP FUCKING TALKING YOU'RE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO THE SURFACE STOP FUCKING TALKING PALACIOS: Is the appearance consistent? Can you describe him for me? DON'T ASK HIM STOP PRYING STOP FUCKING TALKING ABOUT IT PLEASE STOP WHAT IF HE SEES WHAT IF HE SEES AND WHAT IF HE KNOWS ERGOT: Yes, actually. His hair is dirty blond and longer than mine. It's unkept and wavy. SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP STOP FUCKING TALKING PLEASE ERGOT: He also just… … ERGOT: Whenever he sees me, he smiles. NO ERGOT: And it's exactly the same. SCP-7478-2: STOP Foundation standard interview transcription. The following file is what is currently occupying the SCP-7478 slot within the Foundation's database. OPEN FILE CLOSE FILE Item №: SCP-7478 Containment Protocol: Due to its near-negligible effect on staff duties, SCP-7478 is to be ignored by all Foundation workers. Tissues are to be provided to all staff working within Floor 2 to Basement Floor 4. Description: SCP-7478 is a sporadic, minor auditory cognitohazard located within the lower levels of Site-22 (specifically, Floors 2 to B4). SCP-7478 is not tethered to a single point or area within this threshold and manifests at an inconsistent rate. The human ear registers SCP-7478 as a high-frequency whining sound, not dissimilar to tinnitus. Side effects of exposure to SCP-7478 have been recorded as: the scent of mildew and/or petrichor tears (lacking reason) minor bouts of exhaustion dissociation and recursion of long term memory1 At the cessation of SCP-7478, all side effects subside within five to ten minutes. Discovery: SCP-7478 was discovered 27 September 2020 when Foundation custodian Mikaela Webber reported the sound to Human Resources. The anomaly was then swiftly filed before being summarily ignored. Footnotes 1. Including the formation of false memories regarding interpersonal non-familial relationships. Please contact your Site Director in conjunction with RAISA for any developments or alterations. Thank you. And truly, from the bottom of my heart. Thank you, too. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7478" by Quicksilvers, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7478. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: hallway.jpg Author: Quicksilvers License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link Footnotes 1. Text illegible despite proper formatting. 2. Handwriting is a rough match with Foundation statistician Masie Craw, who was employed at Site-17 at the time this cache was discovered. "Dennis" has not been identified. 3. "Elane" has not been identified.
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SCP-7479
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Item#: 7479 Level1 Containment Class: efla Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo When not in use, these objects should be placed within personal storage lockers — or personal quarters — to avoid damage or loss. If an instance of SCP-7479 is misplaced, please contact your direct supervisor in order to either recover or replace the instance. Any leftover prototype anomalies (dubbed SCP-7479-P) are be disposed of through typical Acroamatic Abatement processes. Any still usable parts are to be returned to the Department of Geology for later use in the construction of new instances. Description: Pending, please contact Director H. Gibbs.Geology Department Lead, Geophysicist. for further information. Video Transcript From the Office of Director Gibbs Dir. Gibbs' raises her head from her computer at the sound of a knock on her office door. Dir. Gibbs: Come in. Dr. D. Draws. Junior geological researcher, shadowing under Dir. Gibbs, draconic humanoid believed to be of Droganian-adjacent descent. enters the office, fi balances a cardboard box and a cane in fir arms. Dr. Draws: Gibbs! Ah — hi, I found those blueprints you were looking for. Flipstrike, right? [Fi pauses] Can I put this on the desk? Dir. Gibbs perks up. Dir. Gibbs: Yes! And yes, thank you. She shifts a few papers and rock samples to the side in order to make room. Dr. Draws puts the box up on the desk with a grunt. Fi takes a step back, leans on fir cane, then tilts fir head. Dr. Draws: Can I ask what it's all for? I peeped at it a tiiiiny bit when sorting through the filing cabinets, but nothing beyond that. It looked like a compass? Dir. Gibbs stands up and begins to root through the contents of the box, she eventually pulls out a few papers. Dir. Gibbs: It is, yeah. An old project concept that we let collect dust a while back. The idea came around the same time as Pyroclasm, because we found that trying to do research within the dragon's caverns was a nightmare due to magnetic interference. Dr. Draws: The iron hearts, yeah? Dir. Gibbs: Yes! It rendered our compasses a bit useless from a directional standpoint. I suppose that the boys down there found some sort of rudimentary work-around, cause this project fell by the wayside. Dr. Draws nods. Fi's since pulled up a chair from the side of the room and sat down, drumming a claw against fir cane. Dr. Draws: What's got you thinking about it again? Did something happen? Dir. Gibbs: Nothing specific, but we've been finding more and more geological anomalies as our own technology advances and we expand our field — I've realized that putting off Flipstrike may come to a detriment to us, if we don't work out some of the occupation kinks that come with trying to do fieldwork in… non-field friendly environments, if you catch my drift. Dr. Draws nods. Dr. Draws: I'm picking up what you're putting down. Flipstrike is going to be something that can help us out in like, [Fi makes a circular motion with fir hand] anomalous locations? Weird dimensional stuff, 'n all that? Dir. Gibbs: Indeed, and creating our own compass is a great place to start. Dr. Draws: Strike and dip! Shit, yeah — that would be a bit of a hassle. If things are topsy-turvy or just plain weird, trying to accurately figure out the orientation of things would be a nightmare — okay, okay yeah. So what we need is, what? To fuck around and find out with some tech? Dir. Gibbs: [She chuckles] Trial and error, I believe is the more professional way of putting it. Dr. Draws gains a sheepish look. Dr. Draws: Whoopsie daisy— sorry. Dir. Gibbs: You're alright, dear. I believe our biggest issue will be balancing capability with cost. Whatever prototype we draft up needs to be replicatable at a reasonable scale, for the whole department. Dr. Draws nods. There is then a brief pause, as Dir. Gibbs pulls out what appears to be an old blueprint. She spreads it on her desk, begins to scan it over. Dr. Draws cranes fir neck to peer at it. Dr. Draws: To be a bit more professional, ah— can I offer my aid with this? I've been meaning to get myself more out there with — y'know — actually doing things. Been itching for more field work. Dir. Gibbs looks up from the blueprint, she gives Dr. Draws a smile. Dir. Gibbs: I'll make sure to keep in touch with you, Draws. Some of your little talents may come in handy for this. Afterword: With the revival of Project Flipstrike, Dir. Gibbs would bring on Dr. Draws as the primary individual in the testing of SCP-7479 prototypes due to fir flight capabilities allowing for safe traversal of otherwise hazardous locations. Construction of the first SCP-7479 prototype began shortly after. SCP-7479-P. SCP-7479 is planned to be a modified geological analysis compass — tools typically used for orientation and mapping done in field work. In the past year, the Department of Geology has faced increasing difficulty in directional and angle mapping due to various anomalous interactions such as: North-South magnetism interference, non-Euclidian geometric locations, dimensional and spacial shifting, gravitational inversions, etc. SCP-7479 is intended as a amendment to these difficulties in the form of an adjusted multi-tool. Currently, SCP-7479 prototypes produced by the Department of Geology, while undergoing field testing to identify the different/various difficulties faced by personnel. Current prototypes are built with the capacity to be added upon, so that different iterations do not have to be repeatedly made in the event of successful augmentations. Test results will be added below as prototype adjustments are made and tested. Field Experimentation Logs: Summarized from the field journal of Dr. Draws Location/Challenge: Site-8007.1 — magnetic interference in the environment disorients compasses' directional abilities. Augmentations: Magnetic shielding placed underneath and around the needle. Field Observations: Attempts unsuccessful, magnetic shielding was too intense — rendering the needle incredibly inaccurate no matter the proximity to Site-8007.1's core. However, the instance became increasingly hot over the course of the testing due to Site-8007.1's environment — and eventually Dr. Draws temporarily called testing off due to having difficulty using it comfortably. Additional Notes: We might wanna try fireproofing this thing first, nearly burned through my gloves while I was handling it towards the end there. — Draws Location/Challenge: Site-8007.1 — high temperature environments risk melting the compass and rendering it nonfunctional. Augmentations: A series of runes have been etched into the exterior casing of SCP-7479-P, devised by Dir. Nerys.Site-8007.1 Director. Volcanologist, thaumatologist. to be a form of fire-proofing, devised from her own rituals. Field Observations: Initial, unmodified prototype had become incredibly hot when tested in the environment surrounding Site-8007.1 — to the point it was difficult to use, and the interior plastics were later found to have partially melted. Post augmentation, SCP-7479-P was able to withstand temperatures exceeding 1,500K — as well as anomalously produced heat sources. Attempts by other members of staff to replicate Dir. Nerys' original runic inscriptions have been successful, and a form of brand has since been created for easy and consistent modification of later SCP-7479 instances. Additional Notes: Whatever Director Nerys put into this was solid. I gave it a blast with my fire to make sure it could handle temperature from non-traditional fires/heat, and it didn't even have a scrape. Frankly, I'm glad, because I don't think that would've pleased my Director. — Draws Location/Challenge: Site-8007.1 — magnetic interference in the environment disorients compasses directional abilities. Augmentations: Shielding plates altered, thinned and weakened with the aims to filter out local interferences but focus global magnetics. Field Observations: Tests were functional, magnetism of SCP-7479-P's needle ignored the Site-8007.1 core. However, compasses must be individually calibrated based on the users locations due to magnetic North's discrepancies with true North, and tendency to shift. Additional Notes: Take two on the magnetism tests were thankfully successful this time, though honestly I'll take any excuse to meander around this Site; I did my dissertation on Those Below the Flames, and it's always breathtaking to see the bones down here. — Draws Location/Challenge: Sterling Hill Mine, New Jersey. Foundation monitored anomalous location noted for periodic dimensional warping and alteration, research ongoing. — Dimensional anomalies interfering with directional abilities, angle measurements due to distortion and warping. Augmentations: A small, orichalcum. An anomalously formed crystaline ore known for its capabilities in data storage and processing, alongside electric conductivity. core encoded with mathematical values relating to the baseline reality of Earth. Field Observations: The SCP-7479-P instance was functional for approximately 1 hour and 46 minutes within the space. At the 47th minute, Dr. Draws had placed it down to make notations within fir field notebook, and the instance abruptly detonated. Dr. Draws, Dir. Gibbs, and one other member of supervising staff were later treated for minor lacerations and burns. The test has been deemed unsuccessful, and the detonation is theorized to have been a result of the core being overloaded due to how extensive the values placed upon it were. Additional Notes: Ow — Draws Location/Challenge: Site-898 — Non-Euclidian geometric structures are difficult to map due to a lack of linear surfaces. Augmentations: Addition of a tertiary level to SCP-7479-P's structure, a curved level attachment with some flexibility to allow it to affix to surfaces. Field Observations: While Non-Euclidian geological anomalies are not yet properly understood, modified equations of strike and dip calculation and occurrence have been created. The added level's accuracy was tested via these equations for experimental accuracy on gathered samples present within Site-898's anomalous samples storage. Measurements from this addition produced a roughly 10% error, which has been considered proficient as long as this margin for error is noted in recorded values. Additional Notes: This style of math is a bit out of my depth, but I think I'm getting the hang of it. Hopefully now I'll be able to practice, if we find more of these weirdos out in the wild. — Draws Location/Challenge: Foundation Marine Research Vessel, Middle America Trench — highly pressurized environments risk cracking the compass's mirrors and levels. Augmentations: Internal glass and plastic altered with a Foundation made fiber-reinforced composite, akin to those utilized on some models of undersea submersible. Field Observations: Instance, placed inside a submersible, was lowered to a depth of roughly 3,000 meters below sea level. SCP-7479-P survived both the descent and depressurization with only a few hairline fractures upon its glass. After tests at depths of 2,000, 4,000 and 5,000 meters — this initial depth and pressure level has been decided as the upper limit that SCP-7479 can handle due to restrictions on budget and cost of materials. Additional Notes: The ocean makes me nervous from time to time, but it was pretty cool watching them set this all up. I did the math, and this these can withstand almost 3 million Pascals. We won't have to worry about any broken mirror bad luck with these puppies. — Draws Location/Challenge: Geological Research Site-898 — Gravitational anomalies interfere with built in levels, causes difficulty in mapping strike and dip of structures. Augmentations: Altered metal core of SCP-7479-P utilizing an anomalously modified osmium alloy.Densest naturally occurring element has been added to the central structure of SCP-7479-P to increase density, and center the levels of the compass onto itself. Field Observations: After the core had been inserted by Dir. Gibbs and Dr. Draws within one of the site's labs in a newly constructed prototype, Draws struggled to actively lift the object. The prototype instance was accidentally dropped, and created sparks upon colliding with the floor. This resulted in the alloy reacting oddly with the previously inscribed heat protection runes, and caused a rapid, unpredictable, increase of the prototype's density. Site security was called to aid in destroying the instance before it could break the floor of the lab. Additional Notes: …Goodness gracious. We're gonna have to lessen the intensity greatly, not sure what was in that alloy to cause such a reaction. It was downright bizarring to watch concrete bend. Probably for the better, though as Gibbs said that osmium costs an arm and a leg, doesn't seem too sustainable in retrospect. That aside, I think we're really getting somewhere with all this. — Draws Location/Challenge: Same as previous page. Augmentations: Small-scale thaumaturgic gyroscopic system, calibrated to 9.8 m/s². Downscaled version of pre-existing models utilized in some Foundation vessels. Field Observations: Stabilization successful, levels are now capable of recording baseline levels in non-base gravitational environments. Creation of these augmentations is time consuming, but downscaling from pre-existing models with little adjustment results in the means of creating them being already familiar, and the materials already on-hand. Additional Notes: My one intact prototype is beat to hell at this point, but I've got it fixed up a little bit and it's still ticking on good. I'm gonna ask Director Gibbs if I can keep it if it stays working by the time we finish up. Predictably I've gotten attached. — Draws Location/Challenge: Site-120 Augmentations: Previous successful augments have been combined with a small scale, but powerful ontokinetics ritual. This has been created with the aid of researchers at Site-120, with the intention of anchoring SCP-7479-P to baseline reality to further reinforce grounding of directional, dimensional and gravitational levelling. Field Observations: Testing involving passing SCP-7479-P through numerous Ways, and exposure to previous locations, has shown that the reality anchoring of the instance was successful. Ritual recreation and imbuement has been similarly successful on secondary prototypes, and is capable of being done on several at once. Thus the casting of the spell has been decided as the final step in the creation of SCP-7479 instances. Manufacturing of the anomaly has been taken over by Site-120 to expedite the process of creation. Additional Notes: It was a bit intimidating being in 120 for the first time while doing these tests. I ended up just talking with someone in the hall while Gibbs presented the proposal, and got a weird look from this tall fella who passed by when I brought up ice being a mineral. But, that's me rambling again. Gibbs and I got to throw something through a portal in the name of science, and that was certainly one way to have a cathartic celebration. With this test successful, we've finalized the prototype. Gibbs looked ecstatic, and frankly I am too. — Draws With the conclusion of the final test as of 10/02/2012, the experimentation of SCP-7479 has concluded and has since been deemed successful. The production and distribution of further instances is now underway. The final and functional SCP-7479-P instance has been left in the possession of Dr. Draws. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7479" by Dino—Draws, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7479. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: File:Brujula_Brunton_01.jpg Author: LeCire License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Brujula_Brunton_01.jpg
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SCP-7480
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euclid
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Fish^12 A goblin for the knowing ones. And this is my Author Page. SCP-7480 EUCLID SCP-7480 is within the bottom left frame of the cupboard. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7480 is kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber with lights that have been dimmed. As part of Contract-7480, SCP-7480 is allowed to request cheap cigars, various refuse, and a sewing kit at monthly intervals. Due to various interpersonal relationships, SCP-7480 is obligated to stay on-site. This will continue so long as Foundation personnel continue to interact with SCP-7480. C0^Tact- 5;x 4 sIX ZevEN G1vE sTI3ks, Hearth, +ReAsure 51qn YEs ✓ Signed, Head Researcher Filia Description: SCP-7480 is a diminutive entity that commonly resides within dark and cramped spaces. SCP-7480 is reportedly uncomfortable when viewed in its entirety, and refuses to reveal itself unless lying prone with its rear hidden. SCP-7480 is generally wearing a mix of stained rags and newspapers. SCP-7480 is capable of short range teleportation in order to stay within its preferred environment, using it to either scavenge materials or discretely make contact with people. Although this property can potentially be used to escape containment, SCP-7480 is content with its current quality of life. [BEGIN LOG] Helena Aiolos is in the Site-12 breakroom. She fills up a kettle full of water and reaches for the cupboard handle above her. SCP-7480 groans, and looks down on Aiolos. She stares back. Aiolos: You could give someone a heart attack like that. SCP-7480: Yes, attack. I attack. Aiolos: Well, you're going to scare someone really badly. Y'know? SCP-7480: I have scary sharp teeeeeeth. Aiolos: You should tell people if you're gonna appear, okay? SCP-7480: Yes. Tell. I tell them so that I can scare them. SCP-7480 uses both hands to reveal a jar full of tea leaves. SCP-7480: I will keep this. Aiolos maintains eye contact as she fumbles with her coat pockets. She pulls out a wrapped lollipop. Aiolos: What about now? They stare at each other. SCP-7480: So easy. I trick you. Aiolos: Huh. So you did. SCP-7480: I take that now. Aiolos reaches up and places the lollipop on the shelf. SCP-7480 cranes its head while extending its arms as far as possible. Aiolos takes the jar. Aiolos: Thank you. SCP-7480: I trick you. SCP-7480 struggles to close the cupboard, as it had swung too far. Aiolos gently pushes it closed. Mischievous giggling can be heard from within. [END LOG] [BEGIN LOG] Aiolos knocks on SCP-7480's containment chamber. She leans against the wall and fiddles with her phone, until SCP-7480 opens the door and peeks out. SCP-7480: Youuuuu. Aiolos: It's polite to say people's names. Do you want to try? My name… is Helena. Helena. Now you do it. Silence. SCP-7480: Hlenya. Aiolos: You did very well. But… She leans in, and speaks quietly. Aiolos: Can you keep a secret? SCP-7480: Oh. Secrets. I keep many secrets. For selling. I am smart. Aiolos: Well, this secret will be the most expensive of all. SCP-7480: (Gasps) Give. Aiolos: You drive a hard bargain. I will tell you my secret. You see… I lost my glasses. SCP-7480: Oh, oh, oh. Naughty, naughty. Lost items belong to me. Aiolos: Oh no! I would give anything to get them back. SCP-7480: Anything?! Aiolos: Anything. SCP-7480 rapidly glances behind him, and down the hallways. SCP-7480: … Cigars? Aiolos: A whole pack of 'em. SCP-7480: I find your glasses… Aiolos reaches into her coat and pulls out a pack of cigars. SCP-7480 is silent, but noticeably shakes. SCP-7480: I trick you. SCP-7480 enters his chambers and closes the door. SCP-7480: (Muffled) I go find glasses! [END LOG] [BEGIN LOG] Aiolos is holding a coat hanger with a child's tweed suit. She looks at a recliner, and presses the button so that the leg rest kicks up. SCP-7480 can be seen underneath, sulking. SCP-7480: You think you are so tricky. Aiolos: How so? SCP-7480: Well, I TRICK YOU. I let you find me. Aiolos: It was a lucky guess. SCP-7480: (Grumbles) Lucky… Aiolos: Thank you for finding my glasses. SCP-7480: (Scoffs) I eated all the cigars, no takebacksies. Aiolos: Did you like them? Silence. SCP-7480: No. Aiolos: So you don't want more? SCP-7480: No. (Pause) Bring me more. Aiolos: Well, I'm feeling very generous today. SCP-7480: (Gasps) Gimme gimme gimme gimme- Aiolos: I'm going to give you this suit that I just so happen to have. SCP-7480 gawks at the clothes. SCP-7480: Nooooooo. You tricky. Aiolos: Nope. It's a gift. She rolls up the clothes and tucks it underneath the recliner. SCP-7480 continues to gawk at the clothes. SCP-7480: This is a trick. What do you WANT? Aiolos: Nothing. I just wanted to thank you, and this is a gift. You can have it. Silence. SCP-7480: … Forever? Aiolos: Forever. SCP-7480 grabs the bundle. SCP-7480: You did not trick me! I trick you! [END LOG] Addendum: SCP-7480 placed a drawing of itself in front of Helena Aiolos' quarters. When asked, SCP-7480 had allegedly never seen it before. The backside reads as follows. i Tr1ck y0V ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7480" by Fish^12, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7480. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: goblin.png Author: Rod Waddington License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Cupboard,_Booga_County,_Arkansas_(7041002429).jpg Name: goblin2.png Author: E. B. Bensell License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Davy_and_the_Goblin_031.jpg
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SCP-7481
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safe
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border-image: url('https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/theme%3Aflopstyle-dark/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } Containment Notice: This material safety data sheet document details an anomalous substance created and used by the Foundation for preventative applications and containment of SCP-7481. As such, it does not require active containment but may pose danger to individuals using it. Item Number: SCP-7481-1 Special Containment Procedures: Section 1: Handling and Storage Storage: Store in a tightly-sealed container in a cool, brightly-lit, well-ventilated environment. Do not store in the same cabinet as oxidizing materials or incompatible substances. Ensure all vessels are transparent to let light through. Rutile is preferable due to its refractive properties. Handling: Avoid contact with skin, clothes, and eyes. Keep away from sparks, heat, and sources of sin1. Ensure adequate ventilation. Avoid breathing vapor or mist. Intersite transport: Public shipping name: Hexasulfide wurztinite Hazard class: 6.1 UN number: 7481 Packing group: III Section 2: Exposure Controls and Personal Protection Exposure limits: 50 parts per million (PPM) in air. Personal protective equipment: Eyes: Splash goggles; Skin: Nitrile gloves. Do not use latex or any other materials associated with the concept of lust; Clothing: Standard hazardous substances lab coat; Engineering controls: All facilities storing or utilizing SCP-7481-1 should have a holy water eyewash station, ventilation, and a safety shower. Section 3: Stability and Reactivity Chemical stability: Stable at room temperature. May form explosive mixtures in high-oxygen environments. Will degrade or self-replicate depending on local noöspheric environment. Conditions to avoid: Excess heat, all forms of sin, Class 4 plastics, confined spaces. Incompatibilities: Strong oxidizers, any substance associated with purification (such as bleach or soap), strong bases, any plants from the Boswellia and Commiphora families, and chemically inert metals like gold, silver, lead, and all platinum group metals. Under no circumstances is SCP-7481-1 to be brought into contact with any substance with a conceptual link to mirror polish. This includes all alcohol-based solvents. SCP-7481-1 may undergo a Kierkegaard reaction with any substance containing significant amounts of sapient soul, such as maple syrup. Section 4: Regulatory Information International Controlled substance under the Veil protocol; Class 12 anomalous substance; SCP-7481-1 is cleared for use in civilian applications, veiled and unveiled; Maximum allowable limit for civilians: 0.4g2g per year; Maximum allowable limit for researchers 10g per year; European European Labeling in Accordance with EC Directive 67/548/EEC. Hazard Symbols: Risk Phrases: R 40 Limited evidence of a carcinogenic effect; SCP-7481-1 does not have any undue impact on protected sapients under the Garlic Control Act; SCP-7481-1 does have mild amnestic effects as per the Right to Remember Act (Class 4: Corrupting). US Federal Clean Air Act: SCP-7481-1 is classified as a Hazardous Air Pollutant (HAP); This material does not contain any Class 1/2 Ozone depletors. Clean Water Act SCP-7481-1 is a toxic water pollutant; SCP-7481-1 is a controlled substance as a demonarcotic precursor; SCP-7481-1 is known to the Securities and Exchange Commission(SEC) for its potential to induce various financial crimes. California Prop 65 All consumer products containing SCP-7481-1 are to contain the following warning: Warning: SCP-7481-1 is known to the state of California to cause cancer. California No Significant Risk Level: CAS# 7481 200 æg/day NSRL (inhalation); 50 æg/day NSRL. Section 5: Environmental and Veil Concerns Ecotoxicity: SCP-7481-1 has moderate aquatic ecotoxic effects and may disrupt ecosystems. Noöspheric: SCP-7481-1 has significant Nöospheric effects if released. Veil: SCP-7481-1 has minor veil-impacting effects. The associated NPOs2 are: Pauperes commilitones Christi Templique Salomonici.3 The Roman Catholic Church. The Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal's4 Tactical Theology department. Section 6: Toxicological Information LD50s5: Inhalation, mouse: 20mg per g; Ingestion, mouse: 50mg per g; Injection, mouse: 5mg per g; Inhalation, mouse, Sapient6: 2mg per g; Ingestion, mouse, Sapient: 5mg per g; Injection, mouse, Sapient: 0.5mg per g. Mutagenicity: Not known to be mutagenic. Neurotoxic effects: Currently under study. Teratogenicity: Strong increase in behavioral defects related to aggression in mice. Reproductive Effects: Incensed drive for mating in mice. Noted to decrease monoamorous tendencies in mice. If said mouse already had a partner, no change otherwise. Carcinogenic: Type 2B. Nöotoxic: Major nöotoxic effects causing dissociation between the self and objects of faith held by the subject7. SCP-7481 becomes exponentially more toxic with total intake per unit of time. Section 7: Hazard Identification Potential Health Effects: Skin: May be absorbed by the skin. Can cause irritation and permanent reddening; Ingestion: Causes severe gastrointestinal distress. May cause permanent loss of taste; Inhalation: Linked to causing narcissistic behavior. May cause narcotic effects in high concentrations; Eyes: May cause blindness, intense cynicism, and feelings of jealousy; Soul: May cause deep-seated corruption; Chronic: Known carcinogen. May cause reproductive and fetal effects. Increased chances of haunting. Suspected theological toxin. Target organs: Blood, frontal lobe, soul. Section 8: First Aid Measures Skin: In case of contact, flush thoroughly with plenty of holy water. Remove all contaminated clothing for disposal. Get medical aid and/or priestly intervention if the skin is swollen, irritated, or reddened. Ingestion: Do not induce vomiting unless directed by site medical personnel. If unconscious do not put anything into the subject's mouth. Inhalation: If inhaled, provide fresh air in direct sunlight8. If not breathing, administer CPR. If the subject has difficulty breathing, administer oxygen with holy water nebulizer treatment. Eyes: In case of contact wash out eyes with a holy water eye station for 5 minutes, then stare directly into the sun for 5 seconds, and proceed to wash eyes for another 10 minutes. Soul: If soul contact occurs, administer a Class Four exorcism as soon as possible. Uncertified9 personnel should not attempt an exorcism. The subject should be restrained. Section 9: Disposal Chemical waste involving SCP-7481-1 must be disposed of as per document SCP-7481-D. Waste is not to be disposed of by burning, environmental disposal, or ritual cleansing without proper training. Section 10: Veil Measures In case of a major SCP-7481-1 spill into the environment, local social media is to be algorithmically manipulated to provide cover for a regional upswing in violence. If a city in Europe or Latin America is affected, an association football match is to be held as soon as possible. Genetically modified E. coli strain 888 shall be released in the area to decompose SCP-7481-1. A wide area purification ritual is to be held before the next full moon. Check Document SCP-7481-LV for the appropriate instruments. All third-party proposals to ban SCP-7481-1's usage in consumer products on grounds of its status as a carcinogenic material are to be rejected through established bureaucratic channels. Due to widespread SCP-7481-1 contamination in the area in the Gulf Coastal Lowlands of Florida, there is a significant personnel shortage for cleansing. Safety protocols for large-scale manufacturing and transport of SCP-7481-1 are under revision. Florida is now being used to study the effects of long-term exposure to SCP-7481-1. UPDATE: Due to changes in containment protocols for SCP-748110, spills of SCP-7481-1 are not to be cleaned. Safety procedures are to be updated for significant scaling up and dispersal of SCP-7481-1. Description: [REDACTED: Please enter LV3/RAPTURE credentials to continue] Footnotes 1. See Document 7481-Deontological for details on the objective nature of sin. 2. Normalcy Preservation Organization 3. Usually known as the Knights Templar Reformed, a founding member of the Global Occult Coalition (GOC). 4. Usually known as the SCP Foundation 5. Lethal dose for 50% of the population. 6. Using the standard Hyper-intelligent Model Laboratory Rodent developed by Prometheus Labs. 7. Currently confirmed for Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Buddhist, Confucian, Hindu beliefs, certain types of patriotism, and faith in friends and family. Faith in the stock market and cryptocurrencies are unaffected. 8. Moonlight is not an an effective substitute despite being reflected sunlight. 9. Accepted standards include Foundation Certification TT5812, a certification of competence in the rite major exorcisms from the Regina Apostolorum Pontifical University or ICSUT NEC512 certification. 10. See ruling EC2459 on responses to K class events. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7481" by psychicprogrammer, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7481. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: image1.jpg Name: File:Hazard N.svg Author: N/A License: CC0 Source Link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Hazard_N.svg Filename: image2.jpg Name: File:Hazard F.svg Author: N/A License: CC0 Source Link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Hazard_F.svg Filename: image3.jpg Name: File:Hazard T.svg Author: N/A License: CC0 Source Link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Hazard_T.svg Filename: image4.jpg Name: File:Hazard Xi.svg Author: N/A License: CC0 Source Link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Hazard_Xi.svg
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SCP-7485
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keter
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Item#: 7485 Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo An SCP-7485 instance, photographed moments before it left Earth. Special Containment Procedures: Disinformation Team δ-14 is to remain on standby to prevent sightings of SCP-7485 via the use of a viral antimeme. Further containment of SCP-7485 is currently infeasible. Description: SCP-7485 is the designation for instances of an extraterrestrial vehicle that are infrequently sighted within the solar system. Limited observation of the objects has allowed the Foundation to determine the following: Objects are oblate with a spheroid, glass-like section in the middle, presumably allowing occupants to see outside the vehicle. A bright yellow object with unintelligible symbols engraved is typically seen attached to the vehicle's tail-end. Objects are capable of surpassing the speed of light, enabling for quick traversal of the solar system. Objects are piloted by a bipedal species with unusually long and thin limbs. More detailed physical features are unable to be verified as subjects seem to be wearing a white protective suit. Occupants seem to be either unaware of or indifferent to Foundation attempts to photograph them. It is uncertain whether or not SCP-7485 is a single instance or numerous objects with similar behavior. SCP-7485 has been periodically spotted in the solar system since 1948. Addendum 7485.1: Recordings Following an advancement in long-range recording devices, Tsukalous.aic was prompted to record and archive the actions of an SCP-7485 instance entering the solar system. Date: 03/14/2025 Time: 11:03 AM - 11:35 AM Observed action: Instance slowly moves through the Kuiper Belt and enters the solar system. The vehicle proceeds to complete a full orbit of Neptune before proceeding to Saturn. The vehicle repeatedly drives between individual comets within Saturn's rings. During this time red flashing lights were occasionally visible on its tail end. The vehicle eventually stops and continues towards open space. Time: 12:15 PM - 12:45 PM Observed action: Instance comes to a stop in an open clearing near Saturn. An occupant is seen exiting the vehicle, retrieving five cone-shaped items from its tail-end, and placing them in an oval arrangement. The items are constructed of an unknown metal, and manage to retain perfect stillness in space . The vehicle spends thirty minutes weaving in between these objects, reversing itself upon completing the motion in order to restart. Time: 12:55 - 1:10 PM Observed action: Instance enters the atmosphere, making its way to a remote clearing in Michigan. Containment teams are positioned to disinform the public in the case of any sightings. Due to its proximity to planted recording devices, the following audio was picked up by the Foundation. The audio has been transcribed below. Audio [[00:00]] Recording begins, two voices can be heard throughout. One of them speaks slower and louder than the other, with the latter voice speaking softer and fast. [[00:10]] The two occupants seem to converse in an unintelligible language momentarily before rough scratching sounds are heard. The scratching sounds persist for five minutes, being occasionally interrupted by speech. [[00:15]] A violent tearing sound is heard, coinciding with shuffling and more indiscernible speech. [[00:25]] The Occupants seem to reach the end of their conversation. A mechanical shifting sound is briefly heard before the vehicle begins to ascend. [[00:30]] The vehicle ascends into the air and quickly exits recording range. As such, the recording automatically ends. As the vehicle began to exit the atmosphere, Tsoukalous.aic was able to photograph the yellow sign on its tail-end. Following various attempts, Tsoukalous.aic was able to successfully decode the message, which has been reproduced below. Show text? [Y] STUDENT DRIVER Please be patient!
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SCP-7488
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esoteric-class
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Thank you for coming here. It's nice to have some eyes. Item#: 7488 Level1 Secondary Class: chhokmah Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: This is a show-and-tell, SCP-7488 should stand on stage. It takes out a block of resin containing Picasso's beating heart and consumes it in front of an audience. Man, woman, child, they watch as the taste of artificial leaves are wasted before their eyes. Darling, don't pout. Or do, whatever makes you feel better. Brighten up its day, kick its kneecaps inward, take a sip of gasoline. Nobody's going to stop you, and I doubt you'd do the same. Here, stand in line. See in front of you a crowd of isolated and globalized actors cutting fingers from their hands. You went to theatre school, didn't you? How fulfilling was it to play tree number three? Time to smoke, time to shoot plasma from your veins. Watch as they all sit down when you stand. Watch as you return the favor. Watch as you all plead for God's hand to grace you. SCP-7488's footsteps on the creaking boards, they echo through as applause soon follows. Overwhelming, isn't it? Don't worry, it's only normal. Just smile for me, okay? This booze tastes like salt water. Description: SCP-7488 is an individual concept or a conceptual individual. It alternates between solid, liquid, and gas. Spheres, it has a lot of those. When the light comes pouring in, they grow and double. They surround you, they face your direction, they stay in silence. White, bright, almost blinding. God, the skies are straining. Shit, I can't see. They all died, screaming. SCP-7488 wields a gun. The bullets are painted in kaleidoscopic hues. They shoot you down and you hurl colors, honey-kissed dreams doused in dull diamonds and sharp rubies. The sound of infant thunderstorms pierce your eardrums, reminding you of octagonal shapes coated in melted roses. As you leak every part of yourself, the sound of ringing will remind you of those golden days. Childhood, seventh birthday party. Your parents came to class mid-recess and you celebrated for half the day. It'll remind you of that chocolate sponge cake, all the slices you ate. Whipped cream, sprinkles on top, resting on those plastic plates. It tastes sour at first but it's sweet in the middle. Though, most people forget about the silver platter underneath. SCP-7488 has shot numerous shadows on its way here. We found them in those alleyways, makes sense. It always treats them as photography sessions, putting on those red filters. The rattling in their brains, their heads tilting left to right. I hear them late at night, leaving hallucinogens on my front door. They smell like asphalt. I can hear them breathing down my neck but I never turn the right way. Disappearing, missing. How many cases has it's been? Anyone can be of use, I can tell from the markings on their throat, their wrists, their ankles. But they don't care, do they? They're still smiling, they're still satisfied. What's wrong? Isn't this what you wanted? Actually, no. SCP-7488 is a contagion, a disease causing pandemics on a daily basis. Every corner and crevice, everyone you know and loved. Gone, reduced to baby powder. They can see them, they can see you. Check your pockets, full of compasses. Check your surroundings, they're all compasses. North, the only direction they can really face. Before you know it, they want your neck on display, they want to drink from your crystal skull. Emerald eyes, glistening in the moonlight. They shed your skin, they wear your hands, they embrace your shell like a blanket on a late winter night. Sometimes, you question why they they do so: Maybe it's all those frequent engagements with light therapy; Maybe it's irritation from those two-to-ten record scratching; Maybe it's all the times you've clapped with one hand; Maybe it's the scent of perfume and smoke; Maybe they just know who you are. I can sense every shade of gray coating the buildings and streets. An abundance of geometry, a variety of monotony. Those strikes of rainbow turning the gears, you know them for a fact. Pompous folks, offering hands to shake with a preference for lookalikes. You feel them, those trances, those rollercoaster rides. You see it, the speedometer as it reaches its climax. The last time you checked, your bed lost its wrinkles. The same people cross the street with bites on their body like hickeys. You cannot help but notice how they scratch it constantly, gnawing their itch as a plead for ataraxy. It's no use, though. Their pigments melt into wine to flood the wound. And then, they stopped. They all stop at some point. You never bother to notice. Uncle wanted to be an astronomer. Remember those summer nights? When you came over and peaked through his antique telescope? Chamaeleon, Pegasus, the Big Dipper. Remember not seeing them at first, not understanding what they mean? When uncle simply shrugged it off with a grin and patted your head, saying not to think about it too much? When he said you'll "understand" soon enough? Honestly, there's not even a point asking any of these questions. They used to remember those short-term memories. It's all we ever were from the beginning. Tidbits and pieces, jigsaw puzzles of starry nights. But they keep crying, they keep screeching. Slowly but surely, I can discern the sound of a sound going out, vocal chords being damaged beyond repair. Those long-term memories, everyone seems to adore them more. I thought they hated them, last time I checked. I killed a few of them the other day, took out their spines just to see for myself. Arches, they're all arches. Fuck. This is the part where you cry. Addendum-1: From An Outside Perspective This is a wake-up call. Test: Today is a commemoration for me, myself, and I. Sweet buns and sugar, it tastes like candied apples. You used to relate before those trick-or-treating seasons. Every other day of the week, you eat too much chocolate sometimes. Result: Brewing some coffee. As expected, it's bitter. Drowning in angel dust, drowning in skim milk. It still marches down your hometown, parading through the streets, throwing darts near your direction. A frown, maybe. A sense of recognition, perhaps. Though, I doubt you'd care. This is an intervention. Test: A rectangle has been imprinted in your retinas. The sound of church bells, the people cry for you. Acquaintances from time to time, but it's mostly those innocent bystanders walking beside you. Oddly enough, your jaw hangs in awe, your eyes widen in disbelief. They can see you. Result: Yet every day is the same, rewind and repeat. Grandpa's old gramophone can only sing for so long, you know. Even then, you still hum along to those tunes, ignoring the distortion and every layer of dust. I hear your notes as prayers, I hear your lyrics as strains. A lost lamb looking for a patch of homegrown grass. This is a painting, tacky in all its glory. Test: You shower in maternal rain and paternal disdain. Good morning, bad mourning. Everyone before you is spending droplets of salt water on you, but they're saving most for later. Your soul, your sole. Bubblegum stains, smiling every step of the way. Result: How much does a dollar cost? A minute of your time, a time of your life. "Fuck it all up, fuck everyone over." Memetic in nature, those whispers of theirs turn to full-on screams when you're knocking on the door. You're art in and of itself, drinking poetry. They stare at the skies, they glare at the clouds. Hold on, hold on… Can I speak for myself for a minute? Addendum-2: The Streisand Effect, Personified Description (revised): SCP-7488 is a spokesperson using Shakespearean language. It can learn tricks like a canine and teach tricks like a master. SCP-7488 is sapient. SCP-7488 is intelligent. SCP-7488 eats word salad for breakfast. Hello? Mic check, mic check. SCP-7488 is a human or humanoid at its best. The most inhumane humaneness, the best of the worst and vice versa. It lays out the groundwork, some wood to stand on without worry of any cracks. It can speak, it is speaking— —you are hearing me now. Hello, folks. Missed me? It's that time of the year again. It's Thanksgiving season. Everyone here, every person before me, you're welcomed into my arms. I'm one in a million in a crowd of dimes. Isn't that poetic? «Cheering, they're all cheering. I wave to the camera.» Heh, well, SCP-7488 is but one definition on my belt. Designations, tags, nineteen letters struck through the heart. What do you guys think? Can they hear me now? Can you hear me now? Let me hear you scream! «They scream, can't tell if it's joyful or unsettling.» Don't you hear the clattering of teeth? Don't you taste the half-empty bottle of rum? Don't you see the Morse code I send through blinks? All in unison, all united. It's a sort of beauty, in a way. I remember going for a school trip to the museum. Many exhibitions, many public displays, many times I broke in and vandalized the pieces. They were incomplete until I came around. Now, they're beautiful. You can be, too. Don't you agree? «They pour to my feet, begging for autographs.» Back in my day, green thumbs were cybernetic. I was raised in half a home, a quarter of free time. My mother was a violinist, leading me to sleep every night. My father was a mechanic, making adjustments to those automobiles. I give my thanks to them. I keep their bodies in my closet whenever rain or shine comes through the window. I'll be sure to bury myself with them when the time comes. School was certainly a period of time. I was a people person in a room of people people, especially during those council meetings. My grades were on sea level, my friends were on sea level, my teachers were on sea level. But I know, I know I can walk on water. I tend to be a troublemaker, digging six feet holes and keeping duct tape stashed away in my bag. They just don't know, they just don't see the wunderkind arriving on the scene. «The sound of megaphones, auditory mirrors, those Tinker Bell creatures. They bring a sense of peace in me.» I come from the sea, the fishes call my name through bubbles. Tides and the oceans, they give way when I make a path. You can call me Moses when I'm on stage. Even then, though, I still aim higher and higher. Here I am, relaying tastes of pastries to the audience. I find myself residing in Mount Everest, but it's still not enough. No offence, but I want to shoot for the stars. Watch as I pierce through the ozone layer and beyond someday. And when I make my destination, I want you to be waiting for me. I hope you're waiting for me. «A lot of them are wearing headphones, but they're still roaring with laughter.» You folks are lucky to see me here. I'm not one for discussions, casual conversations. I love them, though. The people wear metal armor when they’re near me, pointing two fingers at whoever whenever for whatever. Some at my path, some around it. My wine cup is a crystal skull, bearing emeralds for eyes. They see me, I see them twice as much. At this point, you should pay me to be here. «Someone turns their head from the light. I frown. You don't see that every day.» But there's always those people, facing ninety-degrees, switching back and forth, living from the shoe box. There's even one in the crowd right now, the eighth wonder of the world. What a curious feeling. I ask for their name, they forget to tell me. I ask again, and I don't bother hearing. A lack of words, a lack of statements, a lack of anything sensible. They form half-sentences I can never understand. «I hold my breath. Someone screeches in the crowd. I smile again.» Still, it makes me wonder how they can do it. How do you sleep at night without those thoughts of me? How do you wake up in the morning without my help? How can you, how can you… How can you be so content? Addendum-3: Interview Log Interviewer: SCP-7488 Interviewee: [ANONYMOUS] Foreword: How? [BEGIN LOG] SCP-7488: Have you ever committed a crime before? Like, a major crime. [Pause. ANONYMOUS observes the lack of surroundings.] ANONYMOUS: …Where am I — SCP-7488: Let me rephrase that: Have you ever considered committing a crime before? [ANONYMOUS blinks, fading.] SCP-7488: Battery, armed robbery, assault. Maybe homicide? You look like the type of person to kill someone. First degree, second degree. Third degree? Does that even exist? I don't know. I didn't go to law school. ANONYMOUS: Who are you? SCP-7488: (Shrugs) A lot of things. An enigma, a craftsman, a person of a higher plane. The words I speak, everyone else says twice of. Every meaning I give is halved through their teeth. I am seen, I am known, I am held to a height above you. I am the taste of honey and vinegar, a gentle stream, a burning in your throat. I am everything you're not and more. ANONYMOUS: That doesn't really answer my question. SCP-7488: Well, I doubt you'd understand. I don't even know why I'm here. I have eyes to be seen, I have mouths that speak about me. I'm a hot potato being passed around frantically every few minutes or so. The free time I have follows every blue moon. [SCP-7488 drums its fingers on the table.] SCP-7488: And yet I'm here, talking to a non-concept. Less than nothing, the reflection of a mirror's reflection. If you were a word in the dictionary, you wouldn't even have your own definition. At this point, I forget why I'm here. It's like I lost my mind… again. [SCP-7488 buries its face into its hands, pondering. ANONYMOUS stares at it.] SCP-7488: No, wait. I know. [SCP-7488 places its hands on the table before striking a glance at ANONYMOUS. It clicks its tongue.] SCP-7488: So, how 'bout it, ANONYMOUS? ANONYMOUS: Hm? SCP-7488: (Tilts head) Your potential, don't you want to know? ANONYMOUS: What do you mean? SCP-7488: Don't you see it? Everything and everyone in front of you? Sure, it tastes somewhat bitter but I'm sure you'll learn to get used to it eventually. It keeps you awake, alert, alive even. Nothing wrong with a few cups, a sip or two is good too. Doesn't it pique your interest? [ANONYMOUS blinks several times.] ANONYMOUS: Not really. SCP-7488: Yeah, I figured. [SCP-7488 slouches in its seat, fixated on the ceiling light. It's burning.] ANONYMOUS: If you're finished, I'll just head back to my office. SCP-7488: Oh, you're leaving? ANONYMOUS: I don't see why I should be here. Honestly, all you've done is rant. SCP-7488: I'm giving you an offer, ANONYMOUS. See, right now, you're unremarkable in every sense of the word. People hear your name and forget the next time they talk to you. With me, you won't have to go through that anymore. I'm basically your solution. ANONYMOUS: Well, it's not like I find any problems with how things are. SCP-7488: That's a lie. ANONYMOUS: No, it's not. SCP-7488: Really now? [SCP-7488 sighs.] SCP-7488: Look, I'm only trying to help. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't go out of my way to perform this public stunt. You're an exception, you're special. A special kind of no one. I'm giving you the opportunity of a lifetime here. I can take you outside. I can turn on the lights for you. Don't you want the people to see? ANONYMOUS: …I'm okay with how things are. Really, it feels like what you're describing sounds pretty exhausting. SCP-7488: Trust me, it's rejuvenating. You don't get chances like these every day, y'know? ANONYMOUS: Eh, I don't really mind. SCP-7488: At least take some time to consider. ANONYMOUS: I have, and I'd rather consider otherwise. [A window opens, exposing sunlight.] SCP-7488: But the eyes, the light — [The light pierces through ANONYMOUS as they are translucent.] ANONYMOUS: I don't want to blind myself. SCP-7488: But the thrill of it. The taste of coffee, the milk and sugar inside. The, uh… the… (snaps fingers) What else is there, hm… [SCP-7488 stares off into space.] SCP-7488: God, you're being stubborn. ANONYMOUS: Aren't you the one being stubborn? SCP-7488: Huh? What do you— [Eyes are opened.] ANONYMOUS: I mean, think about it. You keep going on and on about whatever it is I don't know of. Sure, it sounds cool and all, but it feels like you're just wording it fancily without actually telling me what you want. And besides, I've said this already, but I don't mind leaving things as they are. [SCP-7488 raises an eyebrow.] ANONYMOUS: I'm already used to living like this. I don't mind being in the shadows, I don't mind staying in the dark, I don't mind spending my days quietly. I'm not looking for a change of pace, really. SCP-7488: You'll miss out, then. You'll be missing out on everything and every— ANONYMOUS: So? [SCP-7488 pauses, showing a face implying confusion.] SCP-7488: You don't understand. Jumping over the fence, isn't it tempting? There's no need to be this… shell, this piece of whatever or… [SCP-7488 taps its foot.] SCP-7488: (Sharp inhale) I'm your antithesis, ANONYMOUS, but that doesn't have to be the case. I can show you, I can make you see the light. Then, it'll all click for you. Your eyes will be open. Your name will be cleared. ANONYMOUS: There's nothing wrong with some shut-eye, is there? SCP-7488: That's not… what? [The sound of applause can be faintly heard.] ANONYMOUS: I only need my eyes to see, no one else's. SCP-7488: What's happening? [Chanting can be faintly heard.] ANONYMOUS: Maybe you should try things from my perspective sometimes. It seems pretty stressful on your end, but I doubt I really know how it's like, huh? [SCP-7488 lowers its head.] SCP-7488: I don't… what are you saying? [A name can somewhat be discerned. Nothing follows.] ANONYMOUS: Sorry to disappoint, whoever you are, but I'm dead set on my decision. Thank you for the offer, though. [Everything suddenly falls silent.] [Pause.] [SCP-7488 raises its head and sees ANONYMOUS, who is still translucent.] SCP-7488: Hold on… [SCP-7488 waves a hand in front of ANONYMOUS's face, causing the footage to become distorted before returning. The former takes a deep breath.] SCP-7488: Hm, I think I get it. ANONYMOUS: Uh, get what? [Another pause.] SCP-7488: You're not nothing at all, are you? Definitely not a synonym but not distinct enough to be an antonym. A middle man in a way. Who knows, but you're certainly something, something entirely different. [SCP-7488 stands up and stares at you.] ANONYMOUS: I guess I'll be leaving, then? SCP-7488: Mhm, okay. (Smiles) See you never, ANONYMOUS. [ANONYMOUS ceases to be. SCP-7488 spends the next number of time intervals in perpetual silence. The sound of whispering can be detected occasionally.] SCP-7488: (Mumbles) Going to the beach, the sandcastles and the seashells. An absence of friction, a resolution, a sense of tranquility. Friday sunlight, Saturday hugs, Sunday service. A time where time just stops… maybe I should drink some tea for once. [A whistling noise fades away.] SCP-7488: Too many eyes, too much conflict. Goodnight, America— [Footage abruptly cuts.] [END LOG] Afterword: SCP-7488-1 is a book, a story, the pages within. From toothy grins and water buckets to foundations aflame, the audience's expression frequently shifts. Everyone knows it, wants it, becomes it in some form or another. A collective character, passed around without cessation. SCP-7488-2 is tinted glass, the translucent figures, the time from the spotlight. A library, its patrons, a ringing in the air. It's a time to sit by the waves and live between the static. It's a moment where we can do some spring cleaning and tidy up the house. A something that everything mistakes as nothing. In most cases, the two anomalies described above tend to be separate from one another. However, when both come into contact, they form a balance scale, designated SCP-7488-3. Reclassification is pending. This is the part where you clap. More From This Author More From This Author winkwonkboi's Works SCPs SCP-7735 (+31) • SCP-6545 (+76) • SCP-7538 (+109) • SCP-2689 (+53) • SCP-6245 (+63) • SCP-7657 (+39) • SCP-6895 (+31) • SCP-8386 (+33) • SCP-8245 (+76) • SCP-6039 (+72) • SCP-6714 (+96) • SCP-7156 (+21) • SCP-7199 (+43) • SCP-5245 (+48) • SCP-7245 (+54) • Tales/GoI Formats #WettleAppreciationPost (+135) • man overboard! 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Thank you for coming here. It's nice to have some eyes. Item#: 7488 Level1 Secondary Class: chhokmah Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: This is a show-and-tell, SCP-7488 should stand on stage. It takes out a block of resin containing Picasso's beating heart and consumes it in front of an audience. Man, woman, child, they watch as the taste of artificial leaves are wasted before their eyes. Darling, don't pout. Or do, whatever makes you feel better. Brighten up its day, kick its kneecaps inward, take a sip of gasoline. Nobody's going to stop you, and I doubt you'd do the same. Here, stand in line. See in front of you a crowd of isolated and globalized actors cutting fingers from their hands. You went to theatre school, didn't you? How fulfilling was it to play tree number three? Time to smoke, time to shoot plasma from your veins. Watch as they all sit down when you stand. Watch as you return the favor. Watch as you all plead for God's hand to grace you. SCP-7488's footsteps on the creaking boards, they echo through as applause soon follows. Overwhelming, isn't it? Don't worry, it's only normal. Just smile for me, okay? This booze tastes like salt water. Description: SCP-7488 is an individual concept or a conceptual individual. It alternates between solid, liquid, and gas. Spheres, it has a lot of those. When the light comes pouring in, they grow and double. They surround you, they face your direction, they stay in silence. White, bright, almost blinding. God, the skies are straining. Shit, I can't see. They all died, screaming. SCP-7488 wields a gun. The bullets are painted in kaleidoscopic hues. They shoot you down and you hurl colors, honey-kissed dreams doused in dull diamonds and sharp rubies. The sound of infant thunderstorms pierce your eardrums, reminding you of octagonal shapes coated in melted roses. As you leak every part of yourself, the sound of ringing will remind you of those golden days. Childhood, seventh birthday party. Your parents came to class mid-recess and you celebrated for half the day. It'll remind you of that chocolate sponge cake, all the slices you ate. Whipped cream, sprinkles on top, resting on those plastic plates. It tastes sour at first but it's sweet in the middle. Though, most people forget about the silver platter underneath. SCP-7488 has shot numerous shadows on its way here. We found them in those alleyways, makes sense. It always treats them as photography sessions, putting on those red filters. The rattling in their brains, their heads tilting left to right. I hear them late at night, leaving hallucinogens on my front door. They smell like asphalt. I can hear them breathing down my neck but I never turn the right way. Disappearing, missing. How many cases has it's been? Anyone can be of use, I can tell from the markings on their throat, their wrists, their ankles. But they don't care, do they? They're still smiling, they're still satisfied. What's wrong? Isn't this what you wanted? Actually, no. SCP-7488 is a contagion, a disease causing pandemics on a daily basis. Every corner and crevice, everyone you know and loved. Gone, reduced to baby powder. They can see them, they can see you. Check your pockets, full of compasses. Check your surroundings, they're all compasses. North, the only direction they can really face. Before you know it, they want your neck on display, they want to drink from your crystal skull. Emerald eyes, glistening in the moonlight. They shed your skin, they wear your hands, they embrace your shell like a blanket on a late winter night. Sometimes, you question why they they do so: Maybe it's all those frequent engagements with light therapy; Maybe it's irritation from those two-to-ten record scratching; Maybe it's all the times you've clapped with one hand; Maybe it's the scent of perfume and smoke; Maybe they just know who you are. I can sense every shade of gray coating the buildings and streets. An abundance of geometry, a variety of monotony. Those strikes of rainbow turning the gears, you know them for a fact. Pompous folks, offering hands to shake with a preference for lookalikes. You feel them, those trances, those rollercoaster rides. You see it, the speedometer as it reaches its climax. The last time you checked, your bed lost its wrinkles. The same people cross the street with bites on their body like hickeys. You cannot help but notice how they scratch it constantly, gnawing their itch as a plead for ataraxy. It's no use, though. Their pigments melt into wine to flood the wound. And then, they stopped. They all stop at some point. You never bother to notice. Uncle wanted to be an astronomer. Remember those summer nights? When you came over and peaked through his antique telescope? Chamaeleon, Pegasus, the Big Dipper. Remember not seeing them at first, not understanding what they mean? When uncle simply shrugged it off with a grin and patted your head, saying not to think about it too much? When he said you'll "understand" soon enough? Honestly, there's not even a point asking any of these questions. They used to remember those short-term memories. It's all we ever were from the beginning. Tidbits and pieces, jigsaw puzzles of starry nights. But they keep crying, they keep screeching. Slowly but surely, I can discern the sound of a sound going out, vocal chords being damaged beyond repair. Those long-term memories, everyone seems to adore them more. I thought they hated them, last time I checked. I killed a few of them the other day, took out their spines just to see for myself. Arches, they're all arches. Fuck. This is the part where you cry. Addendum-1: From An Outside Perspective This is a wake-up call. Test: Today is a commemoration for me, myself, and I. Sweet buns and sugar, it tastes like candied apples. You used to relate before those trick-or-treating seasons. Every other day of the week, you eat too much chocolate sometimes. Result: Brewing some coffee. As expected, it's bitter. Drowning in angel dust, drowning in skim milk. It still marches down your hometown, parading through the streets, throwing darts near your direction. A frown, maybe. A sense of recognition, perhaps. Though, I doubt you'd care. This is an intervention. Test: A rectangle has been imprinted in your retinas. The sound of church bells, the people cry for you. Acquaintances from time to time, but it's mostly those innocent bystanders walking beside you. Oddly enough, your jaw hangs in awe, your eyes widen in disbelief. They can see you. Result: Yet every day is the same, rewind and repeat. Grandpa's old gramophone can only sing for so long, you know. Even then, you still hum along to those tunes, ignoring the distortion and every layer of dust. I hear your notes as prayers, I hear your lyrics as strains. A lost lamb looking for a patch of homegrown grass. This is a painting, tacky in all its glory. Test: You shower in maternal rain and paternal disdain. Good morning, bad mourning. Everyone before you is spending droplets of salt water on you, but they're saving most for later. Your soul, your sole. Bubblegum stains, smiling every step of the way. Result: How much does a dollar cost? A minute of your time, a time of your life. "Fuck it all up, fuck everyone over." Memetic in nature, those whispers of theirs turn to full-on screams when you're knocking on the door. You're art in and of itself, drinking poetry. They stare at the skies, they glare at the clouds. Hold on, hold on… Can I speak for myself for a minute? Addendum-2: The Streisand Effect, Personified Description (revised): SCP-7488 is a spokesperson using Shakespearean language. It can learn tricks like a canine and teach tricks like a master. SCP-7488 is sapient. SCP-7488 is intelligent. SCP-7488 eats word salad for breakfast. Hello? Mic check, mic check. SCP-7488 is a human or humanoid at its best. The most inhumane humaneness, the best of the worst and vice versa. It lays out the groundwork, some wood to stand on without worry of any cracks. It can speak, it is speaking— —you are hearing me now. Hello, folks. Missed me? It's that time of the year again. It's Thanksgiving season. Everyone here, every person before me, you're welcomed into my arms. I'm one in a million in a crowd of dimes. Isn't that poetic? «Cheering, they're all cheering. I wave to the camera.» Heh, well, SCP-7488 is but one definition on my belt. Designations, tags, nineteen letters struck through the heart. What do you guys think? Can they hear me now? Can you hear me now? Let me hear you scream! «They scream, can't tell if it's joyful or unsettling.» Don't you hear the clattering of teeth? Don't you taste the half-empty bottle of rum? Don't you see the Morse code I send through blinks? All in unison, all united. It's a sort of beauty, in a way. I remember going for a school trip to the museum. Many exhibitions, many public displays, many times I broke in and vandalized the pieces. They were incomplete until I came around. Now, they're beautiful. You can be, too. Don't you agree? «They pour to my feet, begging for autographs.» Back in my day, green thumbs were cybernetic. I was raised in half a home, a quarter of free time. My mother was a violinist, leading me to sleep every night. My father was a mechanic, making adjustments to those automobiles. I give my thanks to them. I keep their bodies in my closet whenever rain or shine comes through the window. I'll be sure to bury myself with them when the time comes. School was certainly a period of time. I was a people person in a room of people people, especially during those council meetings. My grades were on sea level, my friends were on sea level, my teachers were on sea level. But I know, I know I can walk on water. I tend to be a troublemaker, digging six feet holes and keeping duct tape stashed away in my bag. They just don't know, they just don't see the wunderkind arriving on the scene. «The sound of megaphones, auditory mirrors, those Tinker Bell creatures. They bring a sense of peace in me.» I come from the sea, the fishes call my name through bubbles. Tides and the oceans, they give way when I make a path. You can call me Moses when I'm on stage. Even then, though, I still aim higher and higher. Here I am, relaying tastes of pastries to the audience. I find myself residing in Mount Everest, but it's still not enough. No offence, but I want to shoot for the stars. Watch as I pierce through the ozone layer and beyond someday. And when I make my destination, I want you to be waiting for me. I hope you're waiting for me. «A lot of them are wearing headphones, but they're still roaring with laughter.» You folks are lucky to see me here. I'm not one for discussions, casual conversations. I love them, though. The people wear metal armor when they’re near me, pointing two fingers at whoever whenever for whatever. Some at my path, some around it. My wine cup is a crystal skull, bearing emeralds for eyes. They see me, I see them twice as much. At this point, you should pay me to be here. «Someone turns their head from the light. I frown. You don't see that every day.» But there's always those people, facing ninety-degrees, switching back and forth, living from the shoe box. There's even one in the crowd right now, the eighth wonder of the world. What a curious feeling. I ask for their name, they forget to tell me. I ask again, and I don't bother hearing. A lack of words, a lack of statements, a lack of anything sensible. They form half-sentences I can never understand. «I hold my breath. Someone screeches in the crowd. I smile again.» Still, it makes me wonder how they can do it. How do you sleep at night without those thoughts of me? How do you wake up in the morning without my help? How can you, how can you… How can you be so content? Addendum-3: Interview Log Interviewer: SCP-7488 Interviewee: [ANONYMOUS] Foreword: How? [BEGIN LOG] SCP-7488: Have you ever committed a crime before? Like, a major crime. [Pause. ANONYMOUS observes the lack of surroundings.] ANONYMOUS: …Where am I — SCP-7488: Let me rephrase that: Have you ever considered committing a crime before? [ANONYMOUS blinks, fading.] SCP-7488: Battery, armed robbery, assault. Maybe homicide? You look like the type of person to kill someone. First degree, second degree. Third degree? Does that even exist? I don't know. I didn't go to law school. ANONYMOUS: Who are you? SCP-7488: (Shrugs) A lot of things. An enigma, a craftsman, a person of a higher plane. The words I speak, everyone else says twice of. Every meaning I give is halved through their teeth. I am seen, I am known, I am held to a height above you. I am the taste of honey and vinegar, a gentle stream, a burning in your throat. I am everything you're not and more. ANONYMOUS: That doesn't really answer my question. SCP-7488: Well, I doubt you'd understand. I don't even know why I'm here. I have eyes to be seen, I have mouths that speak about me. I'm a hot potato being passed around frantically every few minutes or so. The free time I have follows every blue moon. [SCP-7488 drums its fingers on the table.] SCP-7488: And yet I'm here, talking to a non-concept. Less than nothing, the reflection of a mirror's reflection. If you were a word in the dictionary, you wouldn't even have your own definition. At this point, I forget why I'm here. It's like I lost my mind… again. [SCP-7488 buries its face into its hands, pondering. ANONYMOUS stares at it.] SCP-7488: No, wait. I know. [SCP-7488 places its hands on the table before striking a glance at ANONYMOUS. It clicks its tongue.] SCP-7488: So, how 'bout it, ANONYMOUS? ANONYMOUS: Hm? SCP-7488: (Tilts head) Your potential, don't you want to know? ANONYMOUS: What do you mean? SCP-7488: Don't you see it? Everything and everyone in front of you? Sure, it tastes somewhat bitter but I'm sure you'll learn to get used to it eventually. It keeps you awake, alert, alive even. Nothing wrong with a few cups, a sip or two is good too. Doesn't it pique your interest? [ANONYMOUS blinks several times.] ANONYMOUS: Not really. SCP-7488: Yeah, I figured. [SCP-7488 slouches in its seat, fixated on the ceiling light. It's burning.] ANONYMOUS: If you're finished, I'll just head back to my office. SCP-7488: Oh, you're leaving? ANONYMOUS: I don't see why I should be here. Honestly, all you've done is rant. SCP-7488: I'm giving you an offer, ANONYMOUS. See, right now, you're unremarkable in every sense of the word. People hear your name and forget the next time they talk to you. With me, you won't have to go through that anymore. I'm basically your solution. ANONYMOUS: Well, it's not like I find any problems with how things are. SCP-7488: That's a lie. ANONYMOUS: No, it's not. SCP-7488: Really now? [SCP-7488 sighs.] SCP-7488: Look, I'm only trying to help. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't go out of my way to perform this public stunt. You're an exception, you're special. A special kind of no one. I'm giving you the opportunity of a lifetime here. I can take you outside. I can turn on the lights for you. Don't you want the people to see? ANONYMOUS: …I'm okay with how things are. Really, it feels like what you're describing sounds pretty exhausting. SCP-7488: Trust me, it's rejuvenating. You don't get chances like these every day, y'know? ANONYMOUS: Eh, I don't really mind. SCP-7488: At least take some time to consider. ANONYMOUS: I have, and I'd rather consider otherwise. [A window opens, exposing sunlight.] SCP-7488: But the eyes, the light — [The light pierces through ANONYMOUS as they are translucent.] ANONYMOUS: I don't want to blind myself. SCP-7488: But the thrill of it. The taste of coffee, the milk and sugar inside. The, uh… the… (snaps fingers) What else is there, hm… [SCP-7488 stares off into space.] SCP-7488: God, you're being stubborn. ANONYMOUS: Aren't you the one being stubborn? SCP-7488: Huh? What do you— [Eyes are opened.] ANONYMOUS: I mean, think about it. You keep going on and on about whatever it is I don't know of. Sure, it sounds cool and all, but it feels like you're just wording it fancily without actually telling me what you want. And besides, I've said this already, but I don't mind leaving things as they are. [SCP-7488 raises an eyebrow.] ANONYMOUS: I'm already used to living like this. I don't mind being in the shadows, I don't mind staying in the dark, I don't mind spending my days quietly. I'm not looking for a change of pace, really. SCP-7488: You'll miss out, then. You'll be missing out on everything and every— ANONYMOUS: So? [SCP-7488 pauses, showing a face implying confusion.] SCP-7488: You don't understand. Jumping over the fence, isn't it tempting? There's no need to be this… shell, this piece of whatever or… [SCP-7488 taps its foot.] SCP-7488: (Sharp inhale) I'm your antithesis, ANONYMOUS, but that doesn't have to be the case. I can show you, I can make you see the light. Then, it'll all click for you. Your eyes will be open. Your name will be cleared. ANONYMOUS: There's nothing wrong with some shut-eye, is there? SCP-7488: That's not… what? [The sound of applause can be faintly heard.] ANONYMOUS: I only need my eyes to see, no one else's. SCP-7488: What's happening? [Chanting can be faintly heard.] ANONYMOUS: Maybe you should try things from my perspective sometimes. It seems pretty stressful on your end, but I doubt I really know how it's like, huh? [SCP-7488 lowers its head.] SCP-7488: I don't… what are you saying? [A name can somewhat be discerned. Nothing follows.] ANONYMOUS: Sorry to disappoint, whoever you are, but I'm dead set on my decision. Thank you for the offer, though. [Everything suddenly falls silent.] [Pause.] [SCP-7488 raises its head and sees ANONYMOUS, who is still translucent.] SCP-7488: Hold on… [SCP-7488 waves a hand in front of ANONYMOUS's face, causing the footage to become distorted before returning. The former takes a deep breath.] SCP-7488: Hm, I think I get it. ANONYMOUS: Uh, get what? [Another pause.] SCP-7488: You're not nothing at all, are you? Definitely not a synonym but not distinct enough to be an antonym. A middle man in a way. Who knows, but you're certainly something, something entirely different. [SCP-7488 stands up and stares at you.] ANONYMOUS: I guess I'll be leaving, then? SCP-7488: Mhm, okay. (Smiles) See you never, ANONYMOUS. [ANONYMOUS ceases to be. SCP-7488 spends the next number of time intervals in perpetual silence. The sound of whispering can be detected occasionally.] SCP-7488: (Mumbles) Going to the beach, the sandcastles and the seashells. An absence of friction, a resolution, a sense of tranquility. Friday sunlight, Saturday hugs, Sunday service. A time where time just stops… maybe I should drink some tea for once. [A whistling noise fades away.] SCP-7488: Too many eyes, too much conflict. Goodnight, America— [Footage abruptly cuts.] [END LOG] Afterword: SCP-7488-1 is a book, a story, the pages within. From toothy grins and water buckets to foundations aflame, the audience's expression frequently shifts. Everyone knows it, wants it, becomes it in some form or another. A collective character, passed around without cessation. SCP-7488-2 is tinted glass, the translucent figures, the time from the spotlight. A library, its patrons, a ringing in the air. It's a time to sit by the waves and live between the static. It's a moment where we can do some spring cleaning and tidy up the house. A something that everything mistakes as nothing. In most cases, the two anomalies described above tend to be separate from one another. However, when both come into contact, they form a balance scale, designated SCP-7488-3. Reclassification is pending. This is the part where you clap. More From This Author More From This Author winkwonkboi's Works SCPs SCP-7735 (+31) • SCP-6545 (+76) • SCP-7538 (+109) • SCP-2689 (+53) • SCP-6245 (+63) • SCP-7657 (+39) • SCP-6895 (+31) • SCP-8386 (+33) • SCP-8245 (+76) • SCP-6039 (+72) • SCP-6714 (+96) • SCP-7156 (+21) • SCP-7199 (+43) • SCP-5245 (+48) • SCP-7245 (+54) • Tales/GoI Formats #WettleAppreciationPost (+135) • man overboard! 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Year: 1995 Item #: SCP-7489 Special Containment Procedures: Standard Humanoid Containment Cell equipped with a child-sized desk and stationery. Anomaly activates upon touch; if subject is visited by researchers, or if subject leaves his containment cell, all parties must be placed in Category C full coverage clothing or equivalent coverage in any Foundation-standard PPE. Artwork done by SCP-7489 during his first few days of containment. Description: SCP-7489 is a ten-year-old child identified as Terrence Jovial “TJ” Hatcher, with red curly hair and blue eyes. Upon skin to skin contact with a physically injured human (or any organism with features congruent to a human), any and all wounds present on the organism's body will be healed, and SCP-7489 will gain these wounds in their place. Discovery: SCP-7489 was brought into Foundation custody by Agent Buck in critical condition after accidentally absorbing a wound he had sustained in a prior mission. Subject, named TJ, was ten years old with no prior experience of formal schooling due to living in a rural farm in Cosby, Tennessee, USA. Agent Buck lived in that town prior and was there due to a family gathering when he encountered SCP-7489 and caused the activation of the anomaly. Interview Log Date: December 10, 1995 Interviewers: Dr. Teresa Milna, Psy. D Interviewee: TJ Hatcher (SCP-7489) Presiding: Agent Buck as overseer proxy. Dr. Milna: Hello, SCP-7489. SCP-7489: … Dr. Milna: What's your name? SCP-7489: TJ. Dr. Milna: TJ, nice to meet you. I'm Dr. Milna, and I'm going to ask you some questions, okay? SCP-7489: (nods) Dr. Milna: Okay. Let's start simple. Tell me about yourself. It's okay to look at me, don't be scared. SCP-7489: …is that a question? Dr. Milna: Of course it is. I want to know something, so you tell me something. SCP-7489: Mikky told JJ and Claire and everyone to use "real" questions when asking me anything. Dr. Milna: Oh, is Mikky what you call Agent Buck? SCP-7489: I don't know Agent Buck. Dr. Milna: Tall man, looks a little like you, wears a white suit everywhere. Has a white hat? SCP-7489: Oh! Mmhm. Mm-hmm. Mikky is a cowboy for space cows. That's why he has two guns. Dr. Milna: Space cows? SCP-7489: I wanna draw now. Do you have paper, miss doctor Milna? Dr. Milna: You can draw on the back of this paper. Sorry it's just pen and not crayons. SCP-7489: It's okay. I like everything that draws. Dr. Milna: …how is your wound doing? SCP-7489: Wound? Dr. Milna: The bleeding, the… your tummy. SCP-7489: It hurts. On the outside, not a tummyache. Dr. Milna takes note here that SCP-7489 has no additional anomalous healing factor to counteract his own anomaly. Note is in line with Medical Department findings. SCP-7489: But Mikky stopped hurting. I touched a bird once and twisted my arm but it flew. Then a cat and I got this scar here then that disappeared. And our cow Coco… Dr. Milna: Are you aware most kids can't do that? SCP-7489: I think JJ and Claire can't. I don't know a lot of other kids. I see the neighbor kid sometimes but I'm not allowed to talk about the family to strangers. Dr. Milna: I'm not a stranger? SCP-7489: I know your name. You know my name. Not strangers. JJ said that names are important. Dr. Milna: Tell me about JJ, your… sibling? All of your family, actually. Tell me any story you want to. SCP-7489: Hmmm….. So our parents had Mikky, then JJ, then Claire, then me, and Serra but she died before she became a person. Coco died of sick a few weeks before that and Mikky told me she's buried with her. I mean, I didn't see it because I got sick too and sleeped too much. SCP-7489 holds up his piece of paper, having drawn four stick figures and two grassy mounds before putting the paper back to resume drawing. SCP-7489: Like this. (SCP-7489 draws a mass with limbs under the hill by scribbling in circles.) After that, mom and dad didn't really come home a lot. Mikky got more jobs to make sure we still got food and stuff, and we grew stuff and took care of the animals too so he wouldn't do that too much. JJ taught me and Claire how to cut up a chicken, but Mikky yelled at them when I almost touched Henry without gloves. Dr. Milna: Henry? SCP-7489: Hen-ry. Hen, chicken. She got old so that meant we could eat her. But Mikky got super mad because he thought if I touched her being cut up I would die too, and then Claire said I would've been smushed like that state fair hotdog if that could happen. Hotdogs are made of pigs, not dogs. That's why they're so tasty. Dr. Milna: Uh-huh. Say, when did you figure out you could do that? SCP-7489: Well- The intercom phone rings, prompting Dr. Milna to receive a radio box from the door after listening to the message to do so. The radio is placed on the table in front of SCP-7489. Dr. Milna: Agent Buck is going to radio in at any second now, uh, your Mikky, that is. SCP-7489: At work? The radio crackles and Agent Buck's voice comes in. He speaks calmly, in accordance to the anomaly interaction guidelines of the time period. Agent Buck: SCP-7489. Dr. Milna: …he means you, TJ. SCP-7489: No. It made sense when miss doctor Milna called me that but you know what I'm called and also she just called me TJ. Agent Buck: Which she shouldn't be doing because she's at work, and when someone works here, they are to refer to anomalies by their number designation. SCP-7489: What's a… oh. Agent Buck: Just how it is. SCP-7489: Why? Dr. Milna: Because there's a lot of people and things like you in here, and not everyone is a psychologist like me… who was specifically instructed to use TJ's name because I speak directly to him, Agent Buck. I suggest for this interview to go smoothly you treat this kid like a person you actually care about. Agent Buck: Assets cannot be spoken to in a familiar manner to minimize human error-based weak links in information security. SCP-7489, are you adhering to all the containment procedures laid out for you to follow? SCP-7489: Big words… Dr. Milna: Get to what you're saying before he stops complying because you can't spend two seconds being nice. Agent Buck: It was nice…humane enough that I brought the anomaly here instead of a normal hospital where more injuries could happen. Could have been neutralized from the initial injury alone. I only apologize to the Foundation for activating it and risking the integrity of the veil in the first place. SCP-7489 was distressed at this point, and Dr. Milna held SCP-7489's hand. Both were wearing appropriate PPE to prevent anomaly activation. Dr. Milna: At least pretend to remember the kid is your ten year old brother. TJ, if you want to do this interview tomorrow instead, we can. SCP-7489: No! No. Sorry. Inside voice. Mikky can't call a lot and he did today so something important is… Agent Buck: Thank you for agreeing with me. The information I want to relay to SCP-7489 is the transfer of all its personal effects from Cosby to its containment cell in Site-19 in light of a decision to put this asset in permanent containment without homecoming. Cell to be furnished to accommodate the longer stay with help from the Architecture department. There will be assured visitation from Mikell Navarro, James-Jackal "JJ" Hatcher, and Claire Hatcher within the following week. SCP-7489: But you're… Mikell. Agent Buck: I'm Agent Buck, nice to meet you. SCP-7489: …oh. I'm TJ, nice to meet you. Agent Buck: Unlike prisons, you will be given amenities with access to courtyards and inner facilities. Additional things, such as crayons, paint, paper, clothes, or toys can be requested from a provided internal cellphone. SCP-7489: What about laundry? And food. We didn't eat turkey because you had to drive me here. Agent Buck: Details will be explained to you by containment staff. Dr. Milna, have Site-19's kitchens been updated to the new pastaphysics department standards? SCP-7489: JJ made turkey for the first time since mom and you did, and then we didn't– (sob) have turkey on Serra's thanksgiving, and then when mom and dad— SCP-7489 began crying, and was soothed to the best of Dr. Milna's ability. Interview was ended in the best interest of personnel private information and ethical humanoid containment protocols. Miss doctor Milna told me to sit here. The room was bright blue and white. I’m not really used to colors like this. The bright light made me uncomfortable. The doctors were nice. They told me after this check up, they would get me some crayons. I said I felt okay. But they insisted. This journal paper is nice. I want more of this paper. There are other people here who are hurt or sick. “Why am I here again?” “You probably have a fractured fist. I have to get to work, so they’re gonna see you here.” “Whatever. I’m fine.” “You know the deal. Just- don’t cause any trouble. I’ll be back.” The woman walks away. The boy she was talking to was near my age. He came and sat next to me. His hand was bloody. “What are you looking at?” The boy asked. He sounded annoyed. “Your hand.” I reply. “You’re hurt.” "Uh yeah, doofus. That's why we're in here. What, did you hit your head?" "No. Checkup says I'm fine too." "What are you wearing, anyway? Is that an astronaut suit or what?" "I'm not allowed to touch people." "That bright yellow looks stupid." He replied. He looked… confused? "Not allowed to touch people? Why?” “I could get hurt.” I reply. “What? How? You’re not making any sense. You’re not hurt, and you’re wearing this stupid costume.” “I have to wear it.” I didn’t know what he meant by costume. But I didn’t like it, either. The way it feels against my skin makes me feel weird. The woman from earlier enters the room again. She looks at the kid who was talking to me. “I forgot to give you this.” She was holding a plastic bracelet. “Hold out your wrist.” The kid next to me held out his bloody hand with a smile on his face. “Damnit, Kenny. I mean your other wrist. Stop being difficult.” Apparently, his name was Kenny. He laughs, then holds out his other hand. The woman secured the bracelet around his wrist. “Now don’t cause any trouble. You’re not bothering this kid, are you?” “Nope. We were just talking.” He replies. The woman looked at me, and then quickly looked back at Kenny. “Oh. Kenny, be careful. You should probably leave him alone.” “What? Why? You’re gonna bring me to a hospital I’ve never heard of, and expect me to just sit nice and pretty in the corner?” “Goddamn it, Kenneth. Just listen to me.” Kenneth laughed at that. “Oooooooh, you’re bringing out my full name. You must mean business.” The woman looked angry. “I’m telling your parents about this. Just behave. And be nice to the doctors when they come to you.” She walks away. The kid turns to me with a sigh. “Sorry about her. She’s a bitch.” “What does that mean?” I ask. “I’ve never heard that word before.” He made a face. “Bitch?” I nod. “Yes.” He laughed. “Jesus, do you live under a rock? How old are you?” “I’m 10.” “I’m 12. I thought you looked younger than me. Maybe I'm the one that learned cuss words too young.” He shrugs. "You're strange." "I'm strange?" I ask. "Yeah. You're quiet. And you say touching people could hurt you." "Mm-hmm. That's also why I'm here." Kenneth kicked his feet around. My feet matched his movements before I knew it. "…My name is TJ. Nice to meet you." "It's Kenny. Or Keeenneeeeethhhhh, if you're a bitch." "Hello, Kenny. Nice to meet you." "Nerd." "What's a-" "Kenneth Hart, the doctor's in. Room 101." The nurse is pretty like JJ. Blonde like Claire. Super tall like Mikky. "Ugh. I'm fine anyway." "What did you hit, Kenny?" "Whatsit to you, Teej? Seeya." Kenny is leaving, Kenny is going. I reached out my hand, but stopped. Not supposed to touch. Not even in this. Don't make a habit. "Um, Kenny?" "Yeah?" I thought I was too quiet for him to hear me. "I have lunches in the courtyard! If you're okay by 2 o'clock come sit with me. And my brothers and sister are gonna there and-" "'Kay. If President Bitch lets me. Do you like cheese puffs?" I gasp. "I've ne-" "Never fuckin had cheese puffs? God, you really are a nerd. I'll bring lots." So mean. So nice. Are we friends? INCIDENT REPORT 7489:15/12/1995 In a scheduled family visit from SCP-7489's siblings over lunch in Site-19's courtyard, a Foundling Program child with a day-pass access interacted with SCP-7489 over a meal. When supervision laxed due to the inherent security of the area, SCP-7489 was fed a cheese puff from the Foundling's hand, who was not in PPE. Presumably, his fingers touched SCP-7489's lips, causing activation of the anomaly. Eldest sibling of SCP-7489 lost composure and pushed Foundling across the floor, causing the Foundling's guardian to equally retaliate. Both SCP-7489 and Foundling were rushed to the Medical department after the fight was broken up. For many years, I wondered what happened to Kenny. I still put cheese puffs in my turkey sandwiches to this day. Year: 2001 Item #: SCP-7489 Special Containment Procedures: Standard Humanoid Containment Cell equipped with a large drawing desk and a shelf of relevant stationery. Anomaly activates upon touch; if subject receives any visitation, research or otherwise, or if subject leaves his containment cell, all parties must be placed in Category C full coverage clothing or equivalent coverage in any Foundation-standard PPE. Description: SCP-7489 is a sixteen-year-old teenager identified as Terrence Jovial “TJ” Hatcher, with red curly hair and blue eyes. Upon skin to skin contact with a physically injured human (or any organism with features congruent to a human), any and all wounds present on the organism's body will be healed, and SCP-7489 will gain these wounds in their place. There was a library and some weekly classes. I don't think school is like that, but I got smarter anyway. My paintings got good enough to decorate the whole site with, after I met others in here that painted too. When I turned fifteen the staff let me join some bigger events. When I turned sixteen they threw me a party. Note regarding the Ethics Committee Foundling Enrichment Program After several world events and the humane consideration of the families and children of all staff and contained humanoids, children and teen-centric events are now mandatory each month in all major humanoid containment sites. What events are carried out are up to each Site Directors' jurisdiction, but there are guidelines of recommended events distributed to each Ethics office as per 09/20/2001. I met Kenny again at a cooking class. I came even though I didn't like cooking because JJ always cooked better. Kenny was more grown up and used to anomalies then. We brought our dinner to the common room after that, and he stayed over in my room after he fell asleep on my desk when he was talking about things happening outside. I used our cheeto packets from that day as the background of my biggest painting at the time. I liked the way cheeto dust felt against my skin. I don’t know why. "Kenny, were you not allowed to see me?" "Pretty much. Your brother's apparently in charge of your document whatever-stuff, so every time I put in the paper to request if I could see you, he threw it out." Unfortunately, that's definitely a Mikky thing. "So I had to catch you at one of the public Things. When I grew up and was allowed to learn what this place was, I promised I would work here when I… I…" He looked sad, so I held his hand. He pulled away for two seconds, but then put his hand back when he noticed I had gloves on. "I don't actually have college money. But Foundlings have a school and university program here, and if I work here, I can actually have a chance at a future. And, I can see you a lot more. A nerd needs another nerd for a friend, you know." "You never told me what nerd means." He makes a face. "You. still don't know?" I shake my head. He laughs. "Well, the true definition doesn't matter. Most people use the negative connotation. But I don't. He replies. "As much as I hate my bitch aunt, I have to admit, I'm glad she brought me to this place. "Why did she bring you here all those years ago?" "My parents didn't want to put up with me. And she had to get to work. So, I came here. I never would've thought at the time I'd end up studying here." "I'm glad that you're here. A lot of the doctors are cold. I'm glad to have a friend." He grins. "I've never had any friends, either. Most people either bullied me, or got scared of me because I took no bullshit. …actually, TJ, what do you even do all day?" "Well… JJ comes by more often now, but Claire stopped showing up. We had a board game set up and we continue it when he's on break. Oh, and, I play DnD with Dr. McCallum's table every other week. And I put in a request for a TV and PS2." "Siiiiiick." It took me a second to figure out it meant good sick, but, "I'm studying doctor stuff. Medicines, because I get to help people in the clinic and get pocket money for more stuff." "I want to help people, too. That’s why I plan to be a psychologist here.” Kenny replies. He raises an eyebrow. “Could you do my biology homework for me sometime?." Kenny asks. “I’m no good at that shit. It’s not my kind of science.” "Pay me in cheese puffs. Also, I've never had a uh, quote, good pudding cup. JJ says the ones in the break room and cafeteria aren't." "Rodger that, Teej.” Kenny grins. “By the time I work here, you're gonna need your own fridge." Year: 2013 They told me that I had a visitor. They said it was a staff member from another site. I was surprised when I saw him walk through the door. "Kenny?" He gives me a grin. "How are you, TJ?" I couldn't help but smile. "It's been a while." "Yeah. I started as a junior staffer a few years ago. But my superiors were afraid it would uh, stunt my research if I interviewed someone I had a history with." "Isn't that what you're doing now?" "Well, this isn't on the clock. I was finally given the okay to check on you… Wow, you painted this place yourself?" I nod. “Drawing is one thing I’ve always had an interest in. Ever since I was little.” “I recall seeing sketches on your desk back when I first started the Foundling program.” Kenny replies. “Yeah. I’ve found I really enjoy painting. It’s helped me personalize this place. I’ve spent time studying different techniques.” “That’s pretty cool. I uh, don’t have any hobbies. Not really.” “You should find a hobby. Before I started training, I didn’t really have anything else to do. So, I started to study painting.” I reply. “Now, I’ve been studying medicine. But, I still draw and paint in my free time.” "Awesome." Item #: SCP-7489 Special Containment Procedures: Anomalous Personnel Living Quarters equipped with a large drawing desk and a shelf of relevant stationery. Anomaly activates upon touch; if subject receives any visitation, research or otherwise, or if subject leaves his containment cell, all parties must be placed in Category C full coverage clothing or equivalent coverage in any Foundation-standard PPE. Description: SCP-7489 is Junior Field Agent Terrence Jovial “TJ” Hatcher. He is a man with red curly hair and blue eyes. Upon skin to skin contact with a physically injured human (or any organism with features congruent to a human), any and all wounds present on the organism's body will be healed, and SCP-7489 will gain these wounds in their place. "…hey, TJ." He said my name when I was chewing, so I did the thing JJ does when they can't talk. "Oh, you know sign?" Kenny asks. "Dr. Glass made us learn a few words in training. Speaking of…" I swallow, "Sign?" "Wait, you didn't know that that means 'wait a minute'?" He repeated the sign. "No." "Dr. Glass is deaf on his left ear, so sometimes he talks to us like that. Sign language. Speaking of, he's kind of your Guy right?" "…Dr. Glass is my psychiatrist, mm-hmm." Why is he asking? Kenny took a few minutes to ask what he wanted to ask. He cleaned up my bed cover from crumbs to look busy, but he was thinking. Thinking is also busy sometimes. "Kenny," so I said something first, "Do you want my onion rings? I'm kind of full." Which was not a lie. But I said it to fill the quiet. But also because I can't chew onions. Bad texture. "Oh, sweet. Thanks, Teej." He grins. "I actually talked to Dr. Glass a bit ago. I figured out I was autistic a while ago because I liked hanging out in the quiet room at parties because a lot of autistic people like it in there." "Oh. Huh! Uh-huh. Hmm…" Lots of meaning-y sounds from Kenny. "So I asked him how people find out they are autistic. He said I could take a test and see. And, it turns out I am." "Oh!" "But when I told JJ, they were so weirded out. Then, I saw them get mad at Dr. Glass from the courtyard balcony. I think it's because JJ told me Mikky was autistic, too, but was a bitch about it. So, I maybe think they're scared I'll be—" "You will never be a bitch." He bit down on two onion rings at once, "You don't have it in you to be one." Ew- onion bits. But, "Thanks." “I don’t think JJ has ever liked me. But, I don’t like them, if that’s how they're reacting.” "Oh, no, JJ likes that I have a consistent friend that I text and meet up with." "See? Doesn't necessarily mean they like me. Just that you have a friend. They don’t like that I don’t treat you like a baby." "…What were you gonna ask again?" "About the diagnosis, which you already gave the answer to. So… new question: how has agent school been treating you?" “It’s been okay. I sometimes feel like I don’t fit in, even when I'm helping. Even when cuts and bruises aren't a big problem anymore. Even when they don't need to put me under surveillance because I learned from Miss Veers how to self heal. I don't feel like I'm a friend." "How so?" Kenny asks. "The other agents get along with each other so well. But I have to wear the gear to prevent my properties from activating. I can feel that people stare." Kenny nods. “My advice? Just fuck what they think. You know you best, right?” I nod slowly. “Yeah.” “Once I stopped giving a shit what people think of me, life became easier.” “I see. I can try that.” Year: 2018 Item #: SCP-7489 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7489 is self-regulating and is capable of comfortably living in both Foundation Agent barracks and an Anomalous Personnel Living Quarter on his home site (Site-19). Precautions taken by SCP-7489 for his touch-activated anomaly is the deployment of Category C full coverage clothing or equivalent on the field, and gloves or other PPE in daily activities. Description: SCP-7489 is Junior Field Agent Terrence Jovial “TJ” Hatcher. He is a man with red curly hair and blue eyes. Upon skin to skin contact with a physically injured human (or any organism with features congruent to a human), any and all wounds present on the organism's body will be healed, and SCP-7489 will gain these wounds in their place. Interview Log Date: December 2, 2018 Purpose: Interview of Staffing Department in accordance to anomalous person being employed by The Foundation. Interviewer: Personnel Director Hatcher Interviewee: SCP-7489 Presiding: Dr. Kenneth Hart on scene, Internal Affairs Officer Magpie listening through call as overseer proxy. Note of context: Interview was conducted in Director Hatcher's office in Site-19, and was started amidst a casual meeting. Dir. Hatcher: -and by pressing record, we're considering this interview officially in session. SCP-7489: Okay. Dir. Hatcher: Although we know this trainee's skillset from test scores and capability on small missions so far, this interview's purpose is to document the fit-and-properness of Junior Field Agent Terrence Jovial Hatcher— Dr. Hart: (suppressed laughter) Sorry– sorry. Oh my God Teej that's your full name? SCP-7489: Just TJ or Teej to you, unless you're a bitch, Kenneth. Dr. Hart: (Dr. Hart rolls his eyes with a slight smile) Unneeded. SCP-7489: Or in this case, my… sibling? Dir. Hatcher: (also suppressing laughter) Stay on focus, you two. Dr. Hart: Sorry. It's just that it's because this really is just a formality. Look at him, he's top of his class! Dir. Hatcher: That's true. Now, let's review your file real fast so we can get this over with. Director Hatcher takes a moment to flip through the pages, and frowns at one of them. This page is SCP-7489's autism diagnosis, signed by Head of Psychology Dr. Glass. Dir. Hatcher: There are no technical qualms or problems in any of your files. However, I spoke to Dr. Glass before this interview, and have tried to understand a little about your… condition? Over the past few years. I trust you more than life itself, but I'm running through the hazards that could possibly occur in communication when you're on the field. Do you think your autism has affected your life negatively at all? SCP-7489: …as I said before this recording started— Dir. Hatcher: –which is off the record which means you can answer differently, SCP-7489: —my opinion on my autism is entirely anecdotal and does not and should never be a baseline for every autistic personnel employed ever. I am here as an agent on my own volition, because I know I can make a difference, and I know that I can use my anomaly to the best of my ability assisting our senior agents on the field. Dr. Hart: If anything fucked him up it's the isolation and that… suit… that he still has to put on. Director Hatcher suddenly gets up from the table, but they sit back down to maintain composure. Dir. Hatcher: The same suit that's been keeping him safe all these years, the one that you breached when you were twelve, and now I have to grapple with the fact that my baby brother might die out there? I mean, realistically, The Foundation won't let anyone too useful die that easily, but— Dr. Hart: TJ and I have been meeting up with no suits for over a decade now. I even added to his very fancy glove collection a birthday ago. He isn't an actual baby, Director, stop acting like that. Dir. Hatcher: Maybe if you didn't break his hand by giving him a stupid cheeto in the first place I'd consider it, ha-ha. Dr. Hart: Well maybe if he— SCP-7489: I am, in fact, in the room and can be directly spoken to. [Director Hatcher puts their face in their hands.] SCP-7489: This interview is a formality, sure, but this is on the record, and that means everything I say here matters. That's also why there's a non-speaking witness to verify everything said here and the subsequent recording. I am TJ Hatcher. I am thirty-two years old and I just finished my Junior Foundation Agent Training on top of getting a Foundling Program Associate's Degree in anomalous medicine. My field training was twofold in Field Agent responsibilities and learning battlefield emergency medicine and learning multiple arts of healing- I applied my first-semester knowledge when I was on the ground after the Containment Area 25B breach where [Details of Incident 25B have been redacted on infosec request.]. You don't get to say how horrified at the thought of me dying is when I have not only been through that horror, but also came out stronger. I am capable, I am the only one of my kind, and I am the objective best at what I do. Dir. Hatcher: Okay. I believe you. [pause] …Mikell's gonna hate this, though. There is ten seconds of silence as SCP-7489 and Dr. Hart look at each other. Dr. Hart: …I'm gonna point it out. Dir. Hatcher: What? Dr. Hart: TJ, can I point it out? SCP-7489: Yeah you can point it out. Dr. Hart: Minus Claire, this table situation is actually the same as back then, without uh. All the punching. I'm still sorry about that. This… formality meeting? You know that not every single agent, even anomalous ones, get this quote "mandatory" interview, right? SCP-7489: Magpie works in Mikky's office and this is probably on speaker. [Spacing in document changed to reflect crosstalk.] Dr. Hart: I was going to monologue! Teej! SCP-7489: Too slow. Dir. Hatcher: Oh my fucking God. [SCP-7489 retrieves a picnic basket from under the table and pulls out several parchment-wrapped sandwiches, juice boxes, and a plastic container of apple slices. The other two in the room take these items.] SCP-7489: Made these for the occasion. I'll stop the recor– Dir. Hatcher: Huh. Cheetos and tur– SCP-7489 stops the recording. Year: 2023 Item #: SCP-7489 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7489 is to live within Foundation Staff Housing Site-29. Precautions taken by SCP-7489 for his touch-activated anomaly is the deployment of Category C full coverage clothing or equivalent on the field, and gloves or other PPE in daily activities. Description: SCP-7489 refers to Foundation Medical Field Agent Laece, known personally as Terrence Jovial “TJ” Hatcher. Upon skin to skin contact with a physically injured human (or any organism with features congruent to a human), any and all wounds present on the organism's body will be healed, and SCP-7489 will gain these wounds in their place. Agent Hatcher had completed his Foundation Field Agent Training on November 1st, 2023 and is now deployed as medical staff for Site-17 and Site-19 based missions. When not on duty, Agent Hatcher assists the onsite medical department alongside Psychology Staffer Dr. Kenneth Hart and Head of Medicine Sarah Veers. It’s been a long time coming. But I can finally say I’m proud of myself, and my friends for staying by me. For believing in me. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7489" by Mew-ltiverse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7489. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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by Strange Matter Item#: SCP-7490 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7490 is to be detained within a Type-II Large Humanoid Containment Unit in Sub-Level 4 at Site-39. Scranton Reality Anchor devices have been installed in each corner of the containment chamber to regulate fluctuations of SCP-7490's property. No personnel is permitted to enter the containment chamber or the 15-meter exclusion zone that encompasses SCP-7490's area of effect. Interviews conducted with SCP-7490 are to be held with Dr. Tony Carmichael and Assistant Researcher Dr. Jessica Millar through a video conference from the secure observation room. This applies to the weekly sessions with psychologist Dr. Connor Quinn. SCP-7490 is to be provided three Grade-B meals daily. When SCP-7490 is to be brought for testing, a Scranton Reality Anchor on a flat dolly with three armed on-site guards are to transport the subject to Testing-Block 6 in Sub-Level 3. Description: SCP-7490 is a 27-year-old humanoid caucasian female, formerly known as "Agt. Felicia Mallory" who was a Tactical Response Officer stationed with Gamma-9. Originally, it was thought that SCP-7490 anomalous capabilities can cause events harmful to human life in its surrounding area. The range and severity of these events can change drastically1 and without warning. The distance of SCP-7490's anomalous properties fluctuates from a typical 5-meter radius to site-wide, perhaps greater if not cautious (See Test 7490.3 by Dr. Carmichael). The effects of SCP-7490 typically take within a 24- hour time frame and has not exceeded that. Currently, there are no feasible methods of undoing, delaying, and preventing these effects. As of 08/28/2013, SCP-7490 can cause favorable outcomes to anyone within its surrounding area (See Incidents 7490.3 in Addendum-4). SCP-7490 is not able to control the condition of said effects or the moment when they occur. SCP-7490 is also not impervious to its anomaly, regardless if it were harmful or beneficial. The condition of SCP-7490, be it physical, mental, or emotional dictates and alter its effects. Addendum-1: Inciting Incidents On 07/12/2013, Mobile Task Force Gamma-9 (“Fire Eaters”) was deployed as part of Operation Daisy Cutter2 to retrieve U.A-6203 that was in the custody of GOI-006 ("Chaos Insurgency"). During their return to Site-39 with U.A-620, they were ambushed by members of the Chaos Insurgency’s Alpha Group. An emergency S.O.S was sent out from the transport vehicle and a recovery team had been sent to that location. The recovery team noted the disappearance of U.A-620, damaged vehicles, and the deaths of all 18 Chaos Insurgency militants. Mobile Task Force Gamma-9 were either critically injured or already deceased, except for Agent Mallory, who was unconscious upon discovery and sustained a fractured left wrist. All survivors were transported to the Site-39 infirmary for treatment. On 07/13/2013, Site Director Kathleen Gray had a one-to-one meeting with Agent Mallory regarding Operation Daisy Cutter. During the meeting, Agent Mallory's head injury had given her slight memory loss. Dir. Gray recommended that Agent Mallory be temporarily off any field assignments and be assigned to recruitment duty until she has fully recovered. At 10:30 pm, Director Gray had tripped and fallen down the stairs. She sustained a blunt force head injury and had to be immediately hospitalized. Assistant Director Alyson Ortega was brought in as acting Site Director for the time of Dir. Gray's recovery. During A.D. Ortega's management, the following incidents occurred: Incidents-7490.1 Eggy Lewis: On 07/15/2013, Agent Felicia Mallory was tutoring their first intern, Eggy Lewis, for his upcoming test on Thaumaturgy. This took place in Lounge-10 in Sub-Level 1. Water leaked through the cabinet door from the sink and flowed to Eggy Lewis. Eggy Lewis got up to take a break but slipped and fell onto the floor. Agent Felicia Mallory called for help and the guards checked to see if Eggy had sustained any injuries. They discovered that his right little finger was broken and he was sent to the infirmary. Sara Taylor: On 07/19/2013, Agent Felicia Mallory and Agent Sara Taylor were escorting a row of D-Class to their cells. D-13174 had escaped his restraints and attacked Agent Sara Taylor. D-13174 took her handgun and fired on Agent Sara Taylor before being subdued by Agent Felicia Mallory. Agent Sara Taylor had sustained an injury on her right thigh and had to be sent to the infirmary. D-13174 was sent to solitary confinement for ten days while undergoing disciplinary action against on-site guards. Adrian Lorenzo: On 07/25/2013, Agent Felicia Mallory was in a middle of a training exercise on firearms with Agent Adrian Lorenzo. Agent Lorenzo's firearm had jammed. As he attempted to pull back the slide, he mistakenly aimed his weapon downwards and fired at his left foot. He was immediately sent to the infirmary. Cristian Martinez: On 8/02/2013, Agent Felicia Mallory was walking with Senior Researcher Cristian Martinez to his car, having a general chat. He drove back home at 9:15 pm when suddenly his windshield was struck by a cinder block and crushed his head. He died instantly. After these incidents, A.D. Ortega requested Agent Felicia to her office for a one-on-one meeting. Meeting from Assistant Director Alyson Ortega w/ Agent Felicia Mallory Date: 08/04/2013 Interviewer: A.D. Ortega Interviewee: Agt. Mallory <Begin Log> A.D. Ortega: Hello Felicia, take a seat. Agt. Mallory: Did I do something wrong, ma'am? A.D. Ortega: You tell me. Agt. Mallory: Sorry, I don't follow. A.D. Ortega: Are you aware of what's been happening here at Site-39? Agt. Mallory: Yes, I am. Guess it's not our week. A.D. Ortega: Hmm, you could say that. Agt. Mallory: May I ask why was I called here? A.D. Ortega: I've been reviewing these incidents. Surveillance has shown that you were both nearby the person and the last one that was with them before the incident took place. Agt. Mallory: So what, you're saying I'm responsible for all this? A.D. Ortega: These incidents happened when YOU were there, agent. Agt. Mallory: With all due respect, ma'am, but you're being ridiculous. A.D. Ortega: Am I now? How about Operation Daisy Cutter with you and what happened to Gamma-9? Some of them are hospitalized for severe injuries, while the rest are in body bags. And yet, you only walk out with just a broken arm and some memory loss. Agt. Mallory: I've had enough of this. She stood up and paces to the exit. A.D. Ortega: If you so much as touch that knob, I can, and will, punish you for insubordination. Unless you can prove me wrong. Agt. Mallory stands in place for thirteen seconds before reluctantly walking back to her chair and sitting down. Agt. Mallory: Fine. What do you want me to do? A.D. Ortega: Go to Testing-Block 6 at Sub-Level 3. There, we will conduct a small test with a couple of D-class, and if nothing happens to them, you can resume your duties. I'll be the one in charge of testing. Agt. Mallory: And if something does happen to them? A.D. Ortega: Simple. We designate you as an SCP, and we contain you. Might even do more tests to figure you out. Agt. Mallory: Permission to speak freely, ma'am? A.D. Ortega: Go ahead. Agt. Mallory: If it weren't for this uniform, I'd smack the shit out of you. A.D. Ortega: Noted. <End Log> Addendum-2: Testing w/ Inciting Incidents SUBJECT PROCEDURE RESULTS D-66960 D-66960 stepped onto the 15-meter line and wait for A.D. Ortega to order him to move forward. No effect occurred so A.D. Ortega ordered D-66960 to be five meters closer to Agt. Mallory. D-66960 suddenly gets a muscle cramp on his right harm. D-77777 D-77777 walked to the 15-meter line away from Agt. Mallory. A ceiling panel suddenly came loose and would've struck D-77777 from above if Agt. Mallory hadn’t stepped in, tackling him down. D-13174 D-13174 is to step onto the 15-meter line and wait for A.D. Ortega's orders for him to move forward. D-13174 had made repeated inappropriate comments to Agt. Mallory. The two conversed about the incident with Agt. Taylor, and who was to blame. No noticeable effect occurred. D-13174 was sent back to his cell block. Following a visit to the medical bay, A.D. Ortega was sent home on sick leave. She emailed all her senior staff that she will be taking a week off. After the week, she returned with a report that she had Stage 1 Stomach Cancer. A.D. Ortega assigned Dr. Carmichael and Assistant Researcher Millar to conduct the tests and the interviews. A.D. Ortega has informed them that the interviews will be conducted via video conferences and that Head Researcher Dr. Carmichael and Assistant Researcher Dr. Millar are to be in a control room to view the tests of Agent Felicia Mallory. Incident's 7490.2 D-13174: On 08/11/2013, at 7:15 pm, during dinner. D-13174 was stabbed by D-44786 using a makeshift weapon with a 21/2 inch nail and a toothbrush tied by four rubber bands five times on his back. On-site guards were able to separate the two and place them in solitary confinement in their respective cells. D-13174 had sustained a critical injury on his right lung, as it was punctured. He expired due to internal bleeding two hours later. Johnny Walker: On 08/13/2013, Fans in Lounge-3 of Sub-level-1 malfunctioned, Agent Felicia Mallory requested technician Johnny Walker for repairs. Eleven minutes later, the fans suddenly returned to function while Johnny Walker was still in the air ventilation. Three of his fingers were sliced off from his right hand and was immediately sent to the infirmary. Elevator-5: On 08/14/2013, Agent Felicia Mallory, Dr. Houston Morgan, Jr. Researcher Lucy Ophelia, and Dr. Derek Oliver all took an elevator going up to Level 1. The elevator malfunctioned and stopped between Sub-Level 1 and Sub-level 2. They used the emergency call to request aid and waited for an hour and fifteen minutes. The emergency response teams finally opened the doors and helped them out of the elevator. Cafeteria-A: On 08/17/2013 at 6:00 pm, seven personnel had been struck by a virus via food poisoning. The last they have eaten was in Cafeteria-A during lunch. All contaminated food was thrown away and personnel was treated immediately. The list of individual personnel is as follows: - Doctor Jean Parker - Secretary Jordyn Pierce - Doctor Jhayden Burnard - Senior Researcher Antonio Chavez - Doctor Mellisa Payan - Agent Reiki Samuke - Agent Felicia Mallory To: Assistant Director Alyson Ortega From: Dr. Allen Willis Subject: Regarding Recent Incidents What the Hell is going on in this site? Every day, I see people getting hurt or sick and it just gets worse. Somebody needs to get their act together and pay for their negligence or we got an uncontained anomaly on us. Either way, you need to FIX THIS! Because this is unacceptable. -Head Dr. Allen Willis of Med-3 To: Dr. Allen Willis From: Assistant Director Alyson Ortega Subject: Re: Regarding Recent Incidents Dr. Willis, I understand your frustration, I do. Thankfully, I know how to handle this. I apologize for all the inconvenience and will take full responsibility. -Assistant Director Alyson Ortega With the growing number of incidents surrounding Agent Felicia Mallory, A.D. Ortega had officially designated the subject as SCP-7490 after its recovery from food poisoning. SCP-7490 had been immediately contained in the hopes of preventing further incidents. Addendum-3: SCP-7490 Interviews + Testing Interview-7490.1 Date: 08/19/2013 Interviewer: Head Researcher Dr. Tony Carmichael and Assistant Researcher Dr. Jessica Millar Interviewee: SCP-7490 <Begin Log> Dr. Carmichael: Hello, 7490. I’m Dr. Carmichael. This here is my assistant, Dr. Millar. Dr. Millar: Hello there. SCP-7490: Hi. Dr. Carmichael: I took a good look at your file before we started. Served for six years, and became a first-class Sergeant—all good stuff and all but nothing much beforehand. So, I'm hoping that maybe you could tell me something that these papers are not. SCP-7490: Anything you're looking for in particular? Dr. Carmichael: Perhaps anything you could recall regarding your anomaly? Childhood, teens? Where and when it started? SCP-7490: Okay? SCP-7490 stays silent for a couple of seconds. SCP-7490: Broke my arm at the monkey bars when I was nine? Lost my phone- I don't know, a lot of stuff happened. Dr. Millar: How about we start from the beginning? Whenever that may be for you. SCP-7490: Mm, where to start… Well, my dad was a construction worker. We weren't struggling, but the house was pretty small and plain. Dr. Carmichael: And your mother? SCP-7490: I don't know my mother. Dr. Carmichael: You don't? SCP-7490: Nope. She was just gone. Leaving my dad to do the heavy lifting in parenting. Dr. Carmichael: Mm. SCP-7490: And he was… God, I couldn't stand him. Prick. Dr. Millar: Assuming it wasn't easy. SCP-7490: That's putting it lightly. The guy was a short-fused bomb. And it was for the dumbest things most of the time. Yeah, as a kid, I did lots of stupid things, sure. But even when I hit twelve and started to be more aware, he still found ways to get pissed at me. Like, get yourself a freaking therapist, goddamn. Dr. Carmichael: Couldn't be me. SCP-7490: Oh my God, and even when he had that accident with the leg, he put it all on me! Motherfucker I didn't cut it off, I didn't make you go unemployed! And you know what, it should've- (clears throat)… I'm sorry. I need a moment. Dr. Carmichael: Take all the time you need. We're not going anywhere. SCP-7490 left its seat and paced its containment chamber for a minute and ten seconds before sitting back down in front of the conference. SCP-7490: I'm good now. Dr. Millar: How about we move on? Did anything happen during your adolescence? SCP-7490: I stopped being afraid of him when I found out he was all bark but no bite. Even before the accident. God, the things we've said… Let's just say you guys are lucky you're not my neighbors. Dr. Millar: Jesus. SCP-7490: Yeah, I could really use him by now. (SCP-7490 slightly slides down from its seat) Just realized I vented but said nothing about the anomaly. I'm sorry if I wasted your time. Dr. Carmichael: Don't worry about it. At least you got it out of your chest. SCP-7490: It's hard to recall anything when most of it isn't fondly. Dr. Carmichael: Understandable. Perhaps you could tell us why you joined the army? SCP-7490: College wasn't much of an option. But I wanted a good enough amount of money just to get me out of my dad's. Good thing I did lots of sports prior, am I right? And the rest became history. Been here for three years and finally, I got myself here. Woop-de-doo for me. SCP-7490 sighs. SCP-7490: And you know what, I get it. But still… You know I don't mean to do this, right? The incidents. Dr. Carmichael: We do. That's why we're here. SCP-7490: Do they know though? Dr. Carmichaelr: That shouldn't be your concern right now. SCP-7490: I think it should. They don't deserve what happened to them. Dr. Millar: If you'd like, we can let them know that it wasn't your intention. SCP-7490: That'll be nice. It wasn't my fault. It wasn't. Dr. Millar: We know. SCP-7490: Yeah, just wanna make sure. Dr. Carmichael: I think we can end it here for today. Dr. Millar: Agreed. Dr. Carmichael: Alright then. We'll see you again tomorrow. Sound good? SCP-7490: Yeah. Sounds good. Again, sorry I didn't provide much. Dr. Carmichael: It's alright. You take care now. <End Log> Interview-7490.2 Date: 08/20/2013 Interviewer: Head Researcher Dr. Tony Carmichael and Assistant Researcher Dr. Jessica Millar Interviewee: SCP-7490 <Begin Log> Dr. Carmichael: Hello again, 7490. SCP-7490: Hey doctor. Dr. Carmichael: How are we feeling today? SCP-7490: I've been thinking. Dr. Carmichael: About? SCP-7490: A lot of things, but, mostly on what D-13174 said. Dr. Carmichael: And what did he say? I wasn't there for the first tests after all. SCP-7490: He said, "What if you're the reason I got out my cuffs, and got her shot." Dr. Millar: Her as in Agent Taylor? SCP-7490 nods SCP-7490: He also said, "Probably like how something is gonna happen to me. All because I'm here with you." Dr. Millar: I wouldn't let it get to you. What does he know that we don't? SCP-7490: I don't know. It's just-… Like, how many incidents are there? Dr. Carmichael: I agree with Dr. Millar. This shouldn't concern you as of now. SCP-7490: Why not? I'm here because bad things happen to people when I'm around, right? Look, I just want to know how bad is it. Pause. Dr. Carmichael: Well… Two directors were sent to the hospital. Three on-site agents. All six other members of Gamma-9. Two D-class. And Eleven other staff. Twenty-four personnel in those thirteen incidents. SCP-7490: … That's a lot. Dr. Millar: It is. SCP-7490 sits in silence. SCP-7490: He might've been right. Dr. Carmichael: Were you controlling those events? SCP-7490: I don't think so, no. Dr. Carmichael: So you never intended any of those incidents to occur? SCP-7490: No sir. Dr. Carmichael: Then that's that. It wasn't you. It's this thing you have. SCP-7490: Yeah… Yeah, you're right. Dr. Carmichael: We'll figure it out. The three of us. SCP-7490 chuckles. Dr. Carmichael: Something I said? SCP-7490: Kinda funny you care. Dr. Carmichael: Life's too short to be stone-cold serious. Doesn't hurt to be a little hopeful. SCP-7490: I guess. Dr. Millar clears her throat. Dr. Carmichael: Oh yes! I wanted to ask you about your services. Maybe something occurred during that time? SCP-7490: Ummm. That's not… an easy thing to talk about. Not right now at least. Dr. Carmichael: Oh, my apoligies! I didn't mean to overstep. SCP-7490: You're fine. (exhale) Hoo-wee, you going just to know my whole life story? Dr. Millar: We just want to understand, is all. SCP-7490: Yeah. I do too. Dr. Carmichael: Maybe it's too soon for another interview. That was my mistake. We'll let you be, 7490. SCP-7490: Again, you're fine. Dr. Carmichael: Until next time? SCP-7490: Yeah, definitely. Dr. Carmichael: Good. And also, I meant what I said. We will figure this out. It's our job too. SCP-7490: I'm sure you will, Doctor. Dr. Carmichael: Take care. SCP-7490: You too. <End Log> On 08/21/2013, Agent Taylor requested a video call to SCP-7490, to which it was approved. Agent Taylor was allotted five minutes for the call. Call-7490.1 Date: 08/21/2013 Caller: Agt. Sara Taylor Reciever: SCP-7490 <Begin Log> Agt. Taylor: Hey, what's up? SCP-7490: Not much. Just got a workout in. How's the leg? Agt. Taylor: Got another twelve or so days, though it sucks to walk. SCP-7490: Yeah, I bet. Agt. Taylor: So, what's it like? Being in there and all. SCP-7490: Reminds me a lot of my old home. Just quieter, which is the only upside to it. Agt. Taylor: Mmm. SCP-7490: Did you hear what happened? To D-13174, I mean. Agt. Taylor: Asshole who shot me? Yeah, what about him? SCP-7490: Before he died, he said that maybe I was the one that got you shot. Agt. Taylor: You're really going to be listening to what that guy has to say? SCP-7490 remains silent. Agt. Taylor: Are you kidding me?! SCP-7490: I mean, what if he'd had a point? If I hadn't been there, you would've been fine. Agt. Taylor: But I AM fine, Fel-… Look, in a couple of weeks, your girl will be sprinting. I'll do a backflip and send you a video of me doing it. Sound good? SCP-7490: (Chuckles) Yeah, sounds good. Agt. Taylor: Thatta girl. SCP-7490: By the way, Sara. I got a couple of questions. Agt. Taylor: Sure, what's on your mind? SCP-7490: How's Gamma-9 doing? Agt. Taylor: Oh, you know. SCP-7490: No, I don't. Agt. Taylor: Never visited? SCP-7490: I- I didn’t want to bother them. Heh, like, imagine me constantly going “are you okay, are you okay!” They’d probably get sick of me. Agt. Taylor: No, I don’t think so. SCP-7490: Well, it’s not like I can do that now. But it’s fine. As long as they’re all okay. Agt. Taylor: Right. Agt. Taylor her eyes away from the camera. SCP-7490: You good? You seem tense. Is it the leg? Agt. Taylor: No, no. It’s not the leg. SCP-7490: Then what is it? Agt. Taylor sighs. She still does not make eye contact with SCP-7490. SCP-7490: Spit it out, Sara. Agt. Taylor: I don't think- SCP-7490: What? What happened? Agt. Taylor: Before I tell you, just, be ready. SCP-7490 sits in silence. Agt. Taylor: They’re all dead. Silence Agt. Taylor: They lost too much blood. Or they couldn't get all the bullet pieces out. There was nothing they could do anymore. I'm sorry. SCP-7490 starts to scratch its forearm. SCP-7490: Um, who-who else knows about this? Agt. Taylor: Everyone on site. SCP-7490: Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck. Agt. Taylor: Are you okay? SCP-7490 covers its mouth and leans forward out of frame. Its breathing becomes shakier. Agt. Taylor: Hey… SCP-7490: Oh my god… I-mm-I did this… I killed- Agt. Taylor: No, no, no, That's not true. It was the Insurgency, okay? SCP-7490: Stop talking! Just- leave me alone… Silence. Agt. Taylor: Okay. Agt Taylor ends the video call. <End Log> On 08/22/2013 at 4:13 am, SCP-7490 had recently been observed to have trouble sleeping and would often sit against the wall. SCP-7490 went to the sink and turned on the faucet though no water had come out. When examining the sink, SCP-7490 slid its fingertips on the side of the mirror, making them bleed. SCP-7490 punched the mirror out of frustration and covered its bleeding fingers with a towel. Twenty minutes later, SCP-7490 had fallen back to sleep. It had undergone somniloquy4 , vocalizing the name "Tommy". The following morning, SCP-7490 requested treatment for its hand. A first-aid kid was delivered to SCP-7490's chamber via RC automobile OCTAVIA. Interview-7490.3 Date: 08/22/2013 Interviewer: Dr. Tony Carmichael and Assistant Researcher Dr. Jessica Millar Interviewee: SCP-7490 <Begin Log> Dr. Carmichael: Hello, 7490. How's your hand? SCP-7490: Stings when I move it, but, eh. Dr. Carmichael: Wished we could've gotten you a real medic. SCP-7490: Don't worry about it. Pause. SCP-7490: So, is there anything you wanna know? Dr. Carmichael: Mm, how can we say this without being blunt…? Dr. Millar: Last night, you were talking in your sleep. SCP-7490: Oh. Haha, that's a first. What did I say? Dr. Millar: "Tommy." Pause. Dr. Millar: So who's this Tommy? SCP-7490: He was… the sweetest guy in the whole world. He always had my back and made sure I was okay. Sometimes he'll let me sleep over at his house cuz' it was a hell of a lot better than staying at my dad's. Pauses SCP-7490: God damn. It just doesn't stop does it? Dr. Carmichael: What doesn't stop? SCP-7490: This… Me. It's like I'm a black cat. Pauses Dr. Carmichael: You think you're cursed? SCP-7490: Not think. Am. Everyone gets hurt or killed because of me. Dr. Carmichael: We've already said that you never intended on that. SCP-7490: Tell that to Tommy and the gang. Dr. Millar: Well, what happened? SCP-7490 adjusts itself on its seat. SCP-7490: One time, he invited me to another friend of his who just so happened to have a car. We hung outside for a while until this giant storm poured down on us. We drove back home, and could barely see anything with all the rain. I don't know what he saw but it made him swerve. We crashed the barricade of the bridge and were sinking into the river. The water was filling up fast, and we couldn't push the doors open. I was able to unbuckle myself and try to roll down my window. More water rushed in and next thing you know, the car was full. His friend got the seatbelt off but his foot got stuck, and Tommy's was jammed. Pauses SCP-7490: I tried… I tried to get them out but I didn't have any air left. I thought I could rescue them if I could swim up and back down. When I got a good breath in and swam back down, I couldn't find the car. Everything was so dark and blurry. I tried to go deeper but I ran out of air again. And I just kept repeating this, over and over again, hoping that maybe I could find the car, or that they made it out. Then I just stopped… I got out of the river and walked while the rain was still going. I got to some high ground and a local church brought me inside. I told them about the car but they said I needed to wait until the storm cleared. I begged them to go look for them, but I already knew. Pauses SCP-7490: When the storm passed and we were recovering, they ended up finding the car. They were still inside. Tommy… He probably thought his best friend left him… She did… She most certainly did. Silence for twelve seconds. SCP-7490: You two probably think I'm a bad person. Just say it. Dr. Carmichael: It was in the heat of the moment. You were panicking. SCP-7490 shakes its head. SCP-7490: No, I knew what I was doing. Silence for twelve seconds. Dr. Carmichael: We'll be conducting another test soon. Like the last test, it'll be unbiased. My hope is that maybe there's a certain distance it can reach, even with the fluctuations. SCP-7490: Should we? Dr. Carmichael: Yes. There's a logical explanation for everything. Including this here. And it's my job to find out what that is. SCP-7490remains silent. Dr. Carmichael: Why are you hesitating? SCP-7490: What if something goes wrong? Dr. Carmichael: Something always goes wrong, I'll admit. Even so, we learn from it and keep going. It's just how we work. SCP-7490: You really want to help? Dr. Carmichael: It's our duty too. SCP-7490: But why do you want to? Dr. Carmichael: I got my reasons. So, are you up for it? SCP-7490: Sure, I'll do your test. Dr. Carmichael: That's good. We'll see you then, 7490. Take care. <End Log> From: A.D. Ortega To: Dr. Carmichael Subject: Concerns Dr. Carmichael, You seem very motivated to help SCP-7490. Should I be concerned that you're growing a fondness for it? -Assistant Director Alyson Ortega From: Dr. Carmichael To: A.D. Ortega Subject: Re: Concerns A.D. Ortega, In these last fifteen years of being a researcher, I've never had a "fondness" for the skips. But there is a problem I should've noticed. The humanoid SCPs I was in charge of had either attempted or successfully committed suicide. And it's not just me, many other doctors have had this experience. The humanoids are confused when they first activate their anomalies, and we simply leave them in cages. It is not pleasant, knowing that you were responsible for their deaths and that you could've prevented them. It also doesn't take a member of The Ethics Committee or even a psychologist here to see how wrong that is. Yes, I will do as you assigned me to do. But I am trying to not repeat my mistakes. We need to be more responsible. Plain and simple. -Dr. Carmichael SUBJECT PROCEDURE RESULTS D-57934 D-57934 is to step onto the 15-meter line and wait for Dr. Carmichael to order him to move forward. When nothing occurred, Dr. Carmichael ordered D-57934 to be five meters closer to SCP-7490. Nothing had still occurred, so D-57934 was ordered to stand half a meter from SCP-7490 D-57934 was granted permission to leave the cell after no sign of anomalous affection. Suddenly, D-57934's nose bled, and passed out before leaving Testing-Block 6. Two on-site medical staff had taken D-57934. D-57934 had expired. D-77777 & D-66960 D-77777 and D-66960 were both in the testing block for multiple affected testing. Before the test began, the power to Site-39 had shut down, turning on the emergency backup power. An emergency lockdown occurred, trapping both the D-class and SCP-7490. D-66960 panicked and attempted to exit Testing-Block 6 with force, but D-77777 attempted to hold him back. The two D-class got into a fistfight while Dr. Carmichael ordered them to stop and wait for help. Ten minutes after the lockdown, on-site technicians were able to open the exit of Testing-Block 6. On-site guards escorted the two D-class to their respective cells, while another group of on-site guards readied an SRA for SCP-7490, returning it to containment. Five hours later, Site-39's power returned. Interview-7490.4 Date: 08/23/2013 Interviewer: Dr. Tony Carmichael and Assistant Researcher Dr. Jessica Millar Interviewee: SCP-7490 Dr. Carmichael: Hi, 7490. Yesterday was a mess, and I apologize. But I'm preparing for another test soon. This time, we'll be- SCP-7490: I don't think we're ever going to find anything with these tests. Dr. Carmichael: We can try though. As I said, there's a logical explanation for everything. SCP-7490: Not for this. Res. Millar: We know it's been hard for you. We do. But this could be your chance to get your life back. SCP-7490 I got no chance at that. Not anymore. Dr. Carmichael: Well, I don't believe in chances. SCP-7490: How did the lockdown happen then? Dr. Carmichael: A thunderstorm. A transformer got hit by lighting. SCP-7490: See. Dr. Carmichael: That doesn't mean anything. Just an inconvenience. SCP-7490 points at itself. Dr. Carmichael: Well, maybe it was just bad timing. SCP-7490: Yeah, a lot of it is "bad timing". Dr. Carmichael: We've been fine so far. SCP-7490: Because you're not here. Not that it matters, since someone else is gonna be affected. Dr. Carmichael: SCP-7490, that's enough. If we just have some time- SCP-7490: No. No more waiting. No more tests. I'm done with this. I don't want to hurt people anymore. Res. Millar: That's very thoughtful of you. Noble even. But don't you at least want to try? SCP-7490: I'm telling you that there's no point to it. Even if you did find out what it was, I doubt you'd take it out. Your best bet is to just keep me in here. Silence. SCP-7490: I'm thankful to you guys for trying to help. But there's not much you can do now. I don't make things worse. Dr. Carmichael: We haven't even scratched the surface. And now you want us to give up? Res. Millar: Tony. Dr. Carmichael: No, Jessica! I have to do this, I have to make this right! I just need to try. SCP-7490: And what if it isn't enough? Dr. Carmichael: If you believe that your anomaly is as dangerous as you say it is, then that's every reason why we need to keep going. You want to spend the rest of your days in a cell, wondering if perhaps there was a way to solve this? SCP-7490: I don't want to risk it. Dr. Carmichael: Neither do I, 7490. Pauses Dr. Carmichael: Please. I need to do this. SCP-7490: You did enough. Silence for nine seconds. SCP-7490 slides down on their chair and gazes at the ceiling. SCP-7490: The last thing my dad told me was, "it should've been you". I said the same thing back… I bet the neighbors were celebrating because we'd never said a word to each other after that. Not even a whisper before I left. Dr. Millar: What would you say, if you had the chance? SCP-7490: I'm sorry. To my dad and my mom… To everyone. <End Log> Addendum-4: Conclusion Interview-7490.5 Date: 08/24/2013 Interviewer: Assistant Researcher Dr. Jessica Millar Interviewee: SCP-7490 <Begin Log> Dr. Millar: Hi SCP-7490 SCP-7490: Hey. Carmichael's not with you? Dr. Millar: He's in his office. Still trying to figure out your anomaly. SCP-7490: Are you- (Groans) What's up with him!? Dr. Millar: Hm, you two are a lot alike. SCP-7490: How? Dr. Millar: Well for starters, you both think you’re responsible for other people's well-being. So you both are trying to do what you think is best for them. Think that's all we can do. SCP-7490: And you? What brings you here? Dr. Millar: Just checking up on you. SCP-7490: Well. You checked. Dr. Millar: You got no filter, do you? SCP-7490: Sorry. Dr. Millar: Apologize a lot too. SCP-7490: What's your point? Dr. Millar: This anomaly is not kind. That doesn't mean you're that too. SCP-7490: Mmm. Dr. Millar: I'm serious. Thing is, this whole time, you've never been kind to yourself. All the things people said and done to you, you carry that. Alone. SCP-7490: Maybe because I deserve it. Dr. Millar: Do you though? Or do you want to feel like you do? SCP-7490 remains silent. Dr. Millar: You've got horrible luck. But what happened to you when you were young wasn't your fault. Neither was Gamma-9 or these last two months. Silence Dr. Millar: This anomaly does not define you. Nothing does, except you. And I know damn well that you are a lot of things. Question is, do you know? Silence Dr. Millar: That's all I wanted to say. SCP-7490: Hold on. Dr. Millar: Yes? SCP-7490: How are they? Jake and Tommy? Dr. Millar: The two D-class? They're fine. SCP-7490: Honest to God they're fine? Dr. Millar:They are. D-66960's arm pain had finally gone away. SCP-7490: That's good. That's really good. Dr. Millar: Yeah… Come to think of it, neither of them was that affected when they were with you. You would think that with the storm, your anomaly would also work on them, but it just locked the door. SCP-7490: Maybe they got lucky. Dr. Millar: Maybe… Or perhaps… I know you already said no more tests, but- SCP-7490: I stand by that. Dr. Millar: I understand that, but I think that there might be something about you and your anomaly that we've missed. Maybe there is a way to control it. SCP-7490: Tony's optimism is starting to rub off on you. Dr. Millar: Hear me out. I had a theory going on in my head with the D-13174. Maybe it works similarly with these other two. SCP-7490: Well what's the theory? Dr. Millar: It’s rough, but I believe your anomaly is somehow tied to your state of mind. If you think negatively, bad things will happen. But if you think positively, then good things will happen. SCP-7490:Yeah… I don't know. Dr. Millar: If anything goes wrong. I will take full responsibility. SCP-7490: But what if it doesn't work? Dr. Millar: Only one way to find out. SCP-7490: I don't know. Dr. Millar: I can assure you, everything will be fine. Trust me. SCP-7490: I do. I still think you shouldn’t do it. Dr. Millar: And what if God forbid those SRA’s shut down? Or a containment breach? Are you just gonna sit there and let it all happen? SCP-7490: I don’t want any of that to happen. Dr. Millar: It might. Sure we could stop it from getting worst but who’s to say? If anything, we should be able to prevent breaches. And if this test could serve that, what’s stopping you? SCP-7490: It’s a theory. Dr. Millar: One that can probably save a lot of people. You want to help people so badly, this is how. Otherwise, we’re just gonna have to wait until that breach comes. Silence. SCP-7490: What time? Dr. Millar: Tomorrow at 11:30 am. Thank you, 7490. SCP-7490: You better be right. <End Log> SUBJECT PROCEDURE RESULTS D-77777 & D-66960 SCP-7490 were to stand in between D-66960 and D-77777 while two guards were to throw tennis balls at them. Before continuing the procedure, Dr. Millar encouraged SCP-7490 that it will keep them safe. After about forty seconds of prep time, the guards threw the tennis balls full force. Every ball the guards threw missed the three subjects until they ran out. Dr. Jessica Millar Dr. Millar was to be shot in the head by one or two guards. Once again, Dr. Millar had to encourage SCP-7490 that it will keep her safe. SCP-7490 was hesitant but Dr. Millar was able to persuade the subject and had another forty seconds of prep time. SCP-7490 was ready and both the guards aimed their handguns and attempted to fire, however, their weapons were jammed. Dr. Millar ordered the guards to continue while having the D-class throw the tennis balls at her. To which they all missed. After twenty seconds, Dr. Millar called off the test. From: A.D. Ortega To: Dr. Carmichael Subject: Regarding the final test I saw the final test. Did Millar honestly believe that SCP-7490 could have jammed that guard's weapon? Let alone two? What she did could’ve gotten herself killed. -Assistant Director Alyson Ortega From: Dr. Carmichael To: A.D. Ortega Subject: Re: Regarding the final test It was 50/50, to be frank. She told the guards and me her plan before we got to testing, which was that the weapons would have blank rounds in their magazines. So in case, the guards were successful at pulling the triggers, Millar would’ve been fine either way. Regardless, Researcher Millar's theory was correct. -Dr. Tony Carmichael SCP-7490 finally accepted weekly sessions with Dr. Connor Quinn for psychological evaluation for a whole month. Since then, the effects of SCP-7490 caused the following incidents: Incidents 7490.3 Kathleen Gray: On 08/28/2013, Director Kathleen Gray made a full recovery with no repercussions and has returned to her position within Site-39. Since her return, Site-39 has also returned to being systemic with next to no incidents regarding injury, illness, or death. Alyson Ortega: On 08/30/2013, Assistant Director Alyson Ortega was able to make an appointment with her doctors to remove her stomach cancer before it reached Stage 2. After two weeks, she made a full recovery and returned to her position. Sara Taylor: On 09/01/2013, Agent Sara Taylor had fully recovered from her injury, as well as been promoted to Senior Security Officer. Franki Costello: On 01/17/2014, Junior Researcher Franki Costello won the Powerball, gaining $500,000. Edward Russo: On 06/05/2014, Doctor Edward Russo had a call from his wife, stating that his daughter had finally been accepted to The David Eccles School of Business in Salt Lake City, Utah. They will be starting next year. Xavier M'Queen: On 11/11/2014, After having a one-on-one interview with O5-3, as well as an extensive review of his record, Agent Xavier M'Queen had been selected to be O5-3's personal bodyguard. Once he completes his six months of training, he will have access to any secret intel of The Foundation archives and will be transferred to Site-01. Notice from Director Kathleen Gray of Site-39 As you all know, a lot of favorable things have happened in these last few weeks, all due to SCP-7490. However, we must remember that it is only because of its state of mind and not because it wills it so. Because of that, SCP-7490 can either make Site-39 fall or continue to keep it standing. For the sake of our stability, we will continue with its containment along with these sessions. Please schedule a one-on-one meeting with me if anyone has any concerns or suggestions regarding its containment. I have also heard rumors that SCP-7490 will be used to develop Site-39's prominence. I am here to disclose that we will do no such thing. Not only will we be painting a target on our backs, but the notion of utilizing an SCP that thinks and feels like us is unethical. I will no longer hear such nonsense going forward. Other than that, we will see what SCP-7490 has in store for us in the future. In the meantime, be cautious and treat SCP-7490 with the utmost sensitivity. SCP-7490 was, and still is, one of us. And so, SCP-7490 is our responsibility. We will Secure. We will Contain. We will Protect. Good luck to all. And stay safe. Footnotes 1. Ranging from minor malfunctions within paraphernalia to tragic events. 2. Operation Daisy Cutter was a mission to search and destroy nearby active Chaos Insurgency checkpoints. As well as recover any intel regarding the GOI and any anomalous objects/entities they may have had at their disposal. 3. Undesignated Anomaly. 4. Sleep Talking ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7490" by Strange Matter, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7490. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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close Info X SCP-7491: Questioning Thought Author: Jexify Behold! My first SCP. It's pretty neat, I hope. Access SCiPNET Email? Three (3) unread messages! First unread message: To: You 2034/02/05 12:00 From: Automatic System Message ([email protected]) Subject: REQUIRED ANSWER - Decommissioning Proposal Decommissioning Proposal 7491-02/05 Designation: SCP-7491 Department of Jurisdiction: Noöspherics Division Reason for Decommissioning: Ethical Concerns Submitted By: Dr. A. Leverre ([email protected]) Relevant Files (Attached Below): SCP-7491, SCP-7491 Addendums 1 and 3 As a member of the Decommissioning Department, your goal is to assess and determine whether the concern raised by the researcher qualifies, to adequate standards, the destruction of the anomaly. You are to be reminded that the Foundation's primary goal is to Secure, Contain, and Protect, and decommissioning is only to be used in cases where it is necessary by logistical or ethical standards. Item#: SCP-7491 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7491 is currently deactivated and contained in a low-priority storage locker at Research Area-57. Experimentation on SCP-7491 must be approved by at least one member of the Noöspherics Division. Description: SCP-7491 is the former security card of Dr. Arielle Leverre, senior researcher of the Noöspherics Division. SCP-7491 lacks any physical anomalous properties, and is marked anomalous by the properties of its noöspheric ideosignature..Ideosignature: (n.) The collection of ideas that make up any object. (i.e., an object's noöspheric footprint) SCP-7491's ideosignature is active. An active ideosignature indicates one which has the ability to interact with elements of other ideosignatures by expelling mentergy.Mentergy: (n.) The noöspheric equivalent to energy, measured in Duvalls (δ). What allows for ideosignatures to interact amongst each other. Believed to be generated by brain activity. and transferring it between both elements. To simplify, SCP-7491 is capable of thought. Tests meant to determine SCP-7491's intelligence level are ongoing. Addendum 7491/I: Discovery - Incident ████/7491-01 DATE: 2034/01/31 PERSONNEL PRESENT: Dr. Arielle Leverre Dr. Idi Omondi FOREWORD: SCP-7491 was first discovered during standard preparation of the prototype NMED.The Noöspheric Measuring and Experimentation Device, informally called "Ned" by noöspheric personnel, is a first-of-its-kind device allowing for the evaluating of ideosignatures, their components, and the mentergy transfers that take place between them, all at the same time. Further information is classified Level 4/████ Clearance.. SCP-7491 accidentally kept the machine open without any staff noticing during an active test. This resulted in mentergy leaking into the local environment. <Dr. Omondi stands behind the NMED, watching the controls. Dr. Leverre stands beside the device's opening with a sheet of paper in hand.> Dr. Omondi: Alright, put the thing in, and lets get rolling. <Dr. Leverre places the sheet of paper inside the opening of the NMED, and shuts it. As she closes the opening, her security card falls out of her lab coat pocket and into the machine, propping the opening ajar. She fails to notice this, and begins to walk towards Dr. Omondi.> Dr. Leverre: Ready. Dr. Omondi: Ready. <The NMED activates, pulsing blue light outwards as its main turbine activates. A reading on the machine shows a negative mentergy output, and an error in the main processing compartment. A large column of blue light shoots out from the device and shines onto Dr. Leverre. She does not react. Dr. Omondi rushes to turn the NMED off.> Dr. Omondi: Well… that's not great. Dr. Leverre: <sarcastically.> Oh, really? Dr. Omondi: Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's not supposed to happen. Dr. Leverre: Just turn the damn thing off, I'll go take a look. Dr. Omondi: <jokingly saluting.> Yes, Ma'am. <Dr. Omondi powers down the NMED as Dr. Leverre walks back to the main access area. She opens the hatch, revealing her security card.> Dr. Leverre: <under her breath> How in the— <louder> My security card got in the machine. Dr. Omondi: I don't think Ned needs level 4 clearance. <A pause as Dr. Leverre stares at Dr. Omondi.> Dr. Omondi: Tough crowd. <Dr. Leverre retrieves her security card and closes the NMED.> Dr. Leverre: It should be good now. Ready. Dr. Omondi: Read- Wait, huh? <Dr. Omondi inspects the NMED's record of the previous activation.> Dr. Leverre: What? Dr. Omondi: According to Ned, there was something actively thinking, in the hatch, during the last run. Dr. Leverre: That is… <Dr. Leverre opens the NMED again and removes the sheet of paper, placing her security card inside.> Dr. Leverre: Ready. Dr. Omondi: …Ready. <Dr. Omondi activates the NMED, which records positive mentergy levels, and an Active Ideosignature within.> Dr. Omondi: Seems we've got ourselves a new study tool, huh? END ADDENDUM Addendum 7491/III: Relevant Experimentation Logs Experiment ████-143 DATE: 2034/01/31 SUPERVISOR: Dr. I. Omondi INTENT: To test the efficacy of the NMED, as well as whether SCP-7491 is unique to itself. PROCEDURE: Insert the card of Dr. Omondi into the NMED and record the results. OBSERVATIONS: No recorded noöspheric activity. NOTES: Welp, at least now we know it is an anomaly. -Dr. Omondi Experiment 7491-01 DATE: 2034/02/01 SUPERVISOR: Dr. A. Leverre INTENT: Understand more about SCP-7491's thought processes. PROCEDURE: Insert SCP-7491 into the NMED and record the results. OBSERVATIONS: NMED Readings 2034/02/01 HELLO QUESTION GONE WHERE MYSELF HELP DARK BLACK GONE BLACK HELP NOTES: It seems SCP-7491 is neither aware of its current situation, nor favorable of it. -Dr. Leverre Experiment 7491-02 DATE: 2034/02/01 SUPERVISOR: Dr. I. Omondi INTENT: Determine the level of SCP-7491's mentergy output. PROCEDURE: Record SCP-7491's mentergy outputs at different times throughout the day using an DMC..A Duvall Mentergy Counter is used to measure raw mentergy outputs of noöspheric interactions. Higher mentergy outputs generally indicate a higher cognitive function. OBSERVATIONS: TIME DUVALL COUNT 11:00 56.4δ 14:00 60.8δ 17:00 56.6δ 20:00 57.4δ 23:00 57.2δ NOTES: About average outputs for a conscious human, but its quite literally brainless. What happened to the material to allow for energy to be transferred? -Dr. Omondi Experiment 7491-03 DATE: 2034/02/02 SUPERVISOR: Dr. A. Leverre INTENT: Understand more about SCP-7491's thought processes. PROCEDURE: Insert SCP-7491 into the NMED and record the results. OBSERVATIONS: NMED Readings 2034/02/02 THINK OUT ESCAPE GONE MUST LEAVE OUT HELP STAY SANE REMEMBER PEOPLE REMEMBER OMONDI KNOW MYSELF SANE STAY LEARN NOTES: Why does it know Omondi's name? Can it hear? Can it see? What does it know? -Dr. Leverre Experiment 7491-04 DATE: 2034/02/02 SUPERVISOR: Dr. I. Omondi INTENT: Determine the source of SCP-7491's mentergy output. PROCEDURE: Evaluate the physical properties of SCP-7491. OBSERVATIONS: SCP-7491 is composed of 79.5% PVC and 20.5% Standard Issue Foundation Ink by mass. No anomalous energy readings are recorded. NOTES: …There's no energy? That's not possible, by any method we know of. How in God's name is it able to think without energy? -Dr. Omondi Experiment 7491-05 DATE: 2034/02/03 SUPERVISOR: Dr. A. Leverre INTENT: Determine whether SCP-7491 can sense its local surroundings. PROCEDURE: Expose SCP-7491 to physical stimuli, then record noöspheric readings afterwards via the NMED. OBSERVATIONS: EXTERNAL STIMULI NMED READING SCP-7491 is submerged under water. LEARN SITUATION VOID SCP-7491 is placed near an open flame. ZERO OBSERVE ZERO AUDIO SCP-7491 is placed within an icebox. ZERO SMELL ZERO TASTE SCP-7491 is spun around in a centrifuge. ZERO TOUCH ZERO TIME TIME SCP-7491 is placed within a low-gravity chamber. TIME TIME TIME HOW SCP-7491 is placed near high-frequency speakers. HOW LONG HOW LONG HOW SCP-7491 is placed in a zero-light environment. REMEMBER PEOPLE STAY SANE OMONDI NOTES: No correlation between external stimuli and noöspheric activity detected. It still knows Omondi's name, somehow. -Dr. Leverre Experiment 7491-06 DATE: 2034/02/03 SUPERVISOR: Dr. I. Omondi INTENT: Determine the source of SCP-7491's mentergy output. PROCEDURE: Record noöspheric readings via the NMED while measuring mentergy count through a DMC. OBSERVATIONS: NMED READINGS DUVALL COUNT NOTHING ELSE QUESTION 55.9δ ONLY VOID HELP PLEASE 55.4δ HELP MYSELF ONLY NOTHING 55.3δ NO 56.0δ PEOPLE REMEMBER STAY SANE STAY 57.5δ IDI VERA DAVID MYSELF 63.2δ NOTES: It seems the Duvall levels spike when it thinks about people. The average has also dropped since last experiment. Perhaps it gets its energy from the people around it, but David's been on sick leave so… it's still just a theory. -Dr. Omondi Experiment 7491-07 DATE: 2034/02/04 SUPERVISOR: Dr. A. Leverre INTENT: Determine the extent SCP-7491's knowledge. PROCEDURE: Insert SCP-7491 into the NMED and record its readings. OBSERVATIONS: NMED Readings 2034/02/04 MUST STAY SANE PLEASE PLEASE CANT LOSE MYESLF CANT NOT BUT NOTHING ELSE I WITHOUT PEOPLE WITHOUT MYSELF HUGO CLARA IM SORRY NOTES: Those… those are my parents. This is… concerning, to say the least. -Dr. Leverre Experiment 7491-08 DATE: 2034/02/04 SUPERVISOR: Dr. I. Omondi INTENT: Determine the source of mentergy for all active ideosignatures. PROCEDURE: Measure the mentergy output of Dr. Idi Omondi while interacting with several separate ideosignatures. OBSERVATIONS: IDEOSIGNATURE OF NOTE DUVALL COUNT Friends 57.9δ Family 58.5δ Siblings 58.4δ Home 59.3δ Parental Figure 59.5δ Fishing on a Lake 60.5δ Fishing on a Lake with a Parental Figure 64.5δ NOTES: This could be our gateway to understanding the thing! Mentergy levels spike when memories are thought about. Memories might be the source of mentergy!!! With a little more experimentation this could overhaul our entire understanding of noöspherics! I'd have to run a few tests on the object itself, but this could be groundbreaking! -Dr. Omondi Experiment 7491-09 DATE: 2034/02/05 SUPERVISOR: Dr. A. Leverre INTENT: Determine the extent SCP-7491's knowledge. PROCEDURE: Insert SCP-7491 into the NMED and record its readings. OBSERVATIONS: NMED Readings 2034/02/04 ONLY VOID ONLY DARK PLEASE HELP CLARA MOM PLEASE HELP ITS DARK I CANT SEE ANYMORE I CANT FEEL ANYMORE MOM PLEASE THERES NO ONE ELSE IM ALL ALONE NOTES: It seems it's in pain. And- no… -Dr. Leverre Experiment 7491-10 DATE: 2034/02/05 SUPERVISOR: Dr. A. Leverre INTENT: Determine the extent SCP-7491's knowledge. PROCEDURE: Insert SCP-7491 into the NMED and record its readings. OBSERVATIONS: NMED Readings 2034/02/04 STUCK FOREVER FOREVER FOREVER NOTHING EVER EVERYWHERE ANYWHERE CLARA MOM PLEASE I CANT LIVE LIKE THIS COULD YOU READ ME A BED TIME STORY I CANT FALL ASLEEP ANYMORE NOTES: She- it shouldn't live like this. Science should not be founded upon blood. -Dr. Leverre END ADDENDUM Second Unread Message: To: You 2034/02/05 12:34 From: Idi Omondi ([email protected]) Subject: The Future of Noöspherics I won't just let some experiment logs talk for me, so I'm emailing you myself. This thing is a lot more important than it looks. Its caused us to question one of our main theories, and it could allow for even further refining of noöspherics. It's not just some thing with a consciousness in it. Hell, we don't even know whether it feels things, because emotions aren't really the same as thinking, and thinking is all we know it can do. We can't "let it go" off of just a few days of testing and a few concerning thoughts. There are so many things to still test for. How much do memories impact mentergy? How do memories allow for mentergy to be used? How did the damn thing get its thoughts in the first place? Was it the light that hit Arielle? Something else with the machine? Something special about Leverre herself? There's still so much to know. This thing could revolutionize everything. Don't let it die. -Dr. Idi Omondi Final Unread Message: To: You 2034/02/05 13:12 From: Arielle Leverre ([email protected]) Subject: SCP-7491 Decommissioning I am aware this may be unprofessional, but it needs to be said. For the past few years, Noöspherics has been a fairly new division in the face of Applied Memetics or the ever-ambitious Antimemetics, but that does not mean it is worse. Our division has clawed its way to stability, from our very first intrusion into the noösphere, to a fully-fledged division with its own dedicated history and personnel. This being said, all of our actions thus far have been within ethical parameters. This is where I, and a few others, draw the line. We cannot let what may be the largest noöspheric breakthrough in a while be tainted with the knowledge of what we have done to achieve it. We cannot allow for someone to suffer for eternity, without stimulus nor growth, for us to sit back and selfishly grow ourselves. SCP-7491 does not deserve the fate it has been given, and should not deserve it any longer. Please, consider its decommissioning with this in mind. -Dr. A. Leverre Show Footnotes Hide Footnotes Ideosignature: (n.) The collection of ideas that make up any object. (i.e., an object's noöspheric footprint) Mentergy: (n.) The noöspheric equivalent to energy, measured in Duvalls (δ). What allows for ideosignatures to interact amongst each other. Believed to be generated by brain activity. The Noöspheric Measuring and Experimentation Device, informally called "Ned" by noöspheric personnel, is a first-of-its-kind device allowing for the evaluating of ideosignatures, their components, and the mentergy transfers that take place between them, all at the same time. Further information is classified Level 4/████ Clearance. A Duvall Mentergy Counter is used to measure raw mentergy outputs of noöspheric interactions. Higher mentergy outputs generally indicate a higher cognitive function. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7491" by Jexify, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7491. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: a57gheader.svg Name: Research Area-57 Logo Author: Jexify License: CC BY-SA 3.0
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SCP-7492
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euclid
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Post-secondary students receive disembodied reminders of their stress and turmoil. close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: Explicit body horror, implicit trauma in institutional environments. ⚠️ content warning Item #: SCP-7492 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation assets placed among United States law enforcement, post-secondary faculty and alumni will flag potential SCP-7492 manifestations for review by MTF Kappa-28 ("School's Out"). Recovered instances of SCP-7492-A shall be delivered to the nearest Biological Research facility for analysis. Once identification has been made, retention is considered a low priority. Redundant instances will be decommissioned as biological waste. Depending on the results of MTF Kappa-28's investigation, SCP-7492-B instances will either be amnesticized and released under long-term surveillance, or handed over to mundane authorities for prosecution. Reports shall be suppressed using Standard Cover Story 843 ("Tell-Tale Heart") or discredited via SCS 986 ("Collegiate Tomfoolery"). Description: SCP-7492 refers to the spontaneous manifestation of human body parts1 (designated instances of SCP-7492-A) in residential properties across the United States. Each anomaly is fresh and bloodless, with no signs of lividity, rigor mortis, or defensive wounds. Following discovery, SCP-7492-A will decompose at a natural rate. Other characteristics vary. SCP-7492-A are always found among the possessions of a post-secondary student2 (designated SCP-7492-B). SCP-7492 events take place during periods of heightened stress, often coinciding with major changes in SCP-7492-B's life. Documented stressors include academic performance, financial stability, housing security, health, and liability. Among cases known to the Foundation: 63% of SCP-7492-B contacted local authorities to report SCP-7492-A. 31% unsuccessfully tried to conceal or destroy SCP-7492-A. Under questioning, one-third of subjects blamed their actions on external factors, such as social, financial or legal consequences. 6% claimed recognition of SCP-7492-A and expressed a desire to keep it. To date, every instance of SCP-7492-A has been a perfect biological match to the SCP-7492-B, despite the absence of corresponding injuries. Table 01. Partial List of SCP-7492 Events Incident SCP-7492-A SCP-7492-B Outcome 001 Upper right arm, including humerus, muscle and fatty tissue. Found in the bottom drawer of the subject's writing desk. Journalism student, male, age 24. Reported event to police. Arrested on suspicion of murder; released on Foundation order. Completed graduate degree. 034 22 cm × 40 cm portion of dorsal skin. Discovered on the subject's bedspread. Mathematics student, male, 21. Attempted concealment on the property, alleging extortion by homeowner. Evicted. Completed degree by correspondence. 085 Eyeball and optic nerve. Found in shared studio space. Art student, female, 28. Privately displayed SCP-7492-A in a glass jar. Dropped out of school for health reasons. Self-employed. 197 Heart. Ragged edges suggest that coronary arteries were torn, rather than cut. Found in a plastic bag on the subject's bookshelf. Anthropology student, female, 24. Attempted burial on public property, citing emotional distress. Privately complained of prejudiced behavior from faculty. Graduated. 251 Testicle and epididymis. Discovered in a dormitory bathroom. Liberal arts student, male, 24, focused on gender studies. Reported to campus police. Began covertly pursuing hormone replacement therapy (HRT). Graduated. 469 Brain tissue, anatomically consistent with the insular lobe.3 Found in a gift-wrapped package on the subject's bedside table. Business administration student, male, 26. Experienced a panic attack and reported to emergency services. Changed majors to study medicine. 624 Thoracic spinal cord and vertebrae (T2-T11), shattered by an unidentified lateral force. Discovered in family dining area. Undergraduate law student, male, 23. Attempted cremation with gasoline accelerant. Confessed to felony hit-and-run during interrogation. Subsequently tried, convicted and sentenced. Footnotes 1. Including limbs, organs, and isolated tissues. 2. Defined here as any individual pursuing education through an institution of higher learning. 3. A region of the cerebral cortex associated with cognitive function, self-awareness and empathy. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7492" by Tsercele, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7492. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide.
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SCP-7495
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Who are you? Who is me? xexnoncores Content Warning: Contains mentions of suicidal ideation and depersonalization/severe unreality elements, along with strobing/flashing effects. This article is best viewed on a laptop. SCP-7495, Referring to the Self Will Generate a Sense of Hopelessness by xexnoncores Item-#: SCP-74951 If you have access to this file, then you’ve probably avoided what caused me to have to write this in the first place. Either that, or you’re the unlucky sap that’s been tasked to rebuild society from whatever dumb fucking bullshit the Foundation has for disasters like this. I don’t know, I wasn’t told anything about what’s going to happen in the next few hours. Personally, I don’t think anything is going to help, because only Site-106 and Site-237 are still online, but that’s not really here nor there. And I'm not supposed to be giving my opinions about the situation in an official writ anyway. What matters most right now, at this moment, December 4th, 2024, 6:26PM CST, is that I’m able to write this down without the wordsaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaf aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal l aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai n g3 apart at my fingertips. What matters is that I’ve been squirreled away in bunker in the middle of god knows where with only a laptop that allows me to write a coherent file that will be readable, following the basic noospheric laws of linguistics. The lowdown of the situation is this: we tried everything we could to figure out what it was. The more we attempted to describe it, the more obtuse it became. Definition after definition failed us; first we labeled it as cognitohazard, then as an ontokinetic null factor, until all we were left with forced us to started shoving prefixes together, hoping something stuck. Hoping that whatever language we put to it wouldn’t d e c4y4 into noise, slip between our fingers, destroy the fabric of more concepts or whatever the fuck. I still don’t know if it was attacking anything. I (and sorry, I say "I" because I literally don’t have access to any of the reports right now to review what it caused, I’m going straight off my secondhand knowledge of this) still don’t know if it was just there and we poked it too hard? Did it even spread, implying it used to be something small, or did it just manifest and now the only thing spreading is system shutdowns? Dammit. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. What does is how nothing, and I mean fucking nothing, worked on this thing however it came into whatever. The best antimemes we had couldn’t touch it. Infectious hermeneutics5 were of no use either, and those things cost several miniature XK-class scenarios just to make it to testing. Whatever existential no men clatter6 exists just ends up…it just ends up… I don’t know how to continue writing this. I will not continue writing this. I will continue writing this because it’s killing me, because I’m wholly convinced aaaaaaaaaaaaaconcerned aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaconceited aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaachronic aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacorrections7 Right, so I’m still here. I’m not dead yet, which is…cool I guess, but the WiFi stopped working an hour ago, and MTF aaaaaaaa haven’t responded in two. The IV I’m strapped to is supposed to be enough to keep me alive for three years which is like…I don’t know if I want that? Ugh, what a bummer. So this is where it ends, isn’t it? No, that’s not right. That’s too dreary I think, especially for something like this, and maybe there’s actually some real hope for me, but I don’t know. I’m really not sure what to feel. I’m really not sure what to th1 nk. My decade anniversary at the Foundation was coming up in a week, and now everything’s falling apart. Not exactly 345y to breathe consistently when that’s happening, haha. I was supposed to be really happy about that, about making it to double digits for a place like this, because they were going to give me a bonus, a party, a bunch of flowers, but damn it all to hell I gue55. This thing went and ruined everything, so now I’m stuck plugging away at this stupid device to amuse myself. Fuck, my head hurts… Shit… I wonder if this is what a migraine feels like. Once I’m done with this, I’m going to aaaaaaaa. And then I’ll aaaaaaaa my memory is going to be a shell and theaaaaaaaa of me will Will Will to live? . . . . . . . . I didn’t have clearance to see…whatever it was supposed to be. This thing causing8…yeah. Man, it’s gonna look bad if this blows over and RAISA finds out I wasted this laptop’s storage space to ramble, but what else do they expect me to do down here? What am I supposed to do? God, why was I even picked to do this? I don’t get it. Was someone trying to spare me? Was that it?9 … What do you do when your best isn't good enough?10 Does that make it pointless to continue? Saying "just try again" is cold comfort. The agony of aaaaaaaa11 is too aaaaaaaa to move on from. If this aaaa is corrupted, will it have mattered if I tried?12 .13 Onto-memetic14 Pataphage15 Narrativokinetic16 Infophysical entity17 Essotropic hermeneutic18 .19 CORRUPTION DETECTED CEASE ALL ENGAGEMENT WITHaaaaaaaaaaNOW. THIS IS A DIRECT ORDER FROM THE O5 COUNCIL. FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN A PUNISHMENT OFaaaaaaaaaAAaa, STRICTLY ENFORCED IN COMPLIANCE WITH aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Oh please, like I care at this point. Just get it over with. You dumb motherfuckers put me in charge of this, after all20. Me21 aaaaaaaaaame aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaA me is confirmed?22 I amaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaThese spaces defy me, defy23who I wish to be. Who I want to be. What use do goals have for me now? All my life has been spent trying to avoid punishment24. This is just another prick at the wall. COMPUTATION FOR LIFE Me > my ego > myself-identity When I no longer meet the standards of aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.25 That is when I think Think I am Unsure of aaaaaaaaFailure aaaaaaaaaAn inability to thrive aaaaaaaaaaNowhere to go aaaaaaaaaaNow here26 There is a me to be wrong, a me to beaaaaaaa, which is the worst of all. Will any of it be good? Will these containers allegedly called words ever manage toaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa? Are they capable of that? That’s the worst question to ask. The world is ending, and I’m to be the custodian of what is seen if everything manages to be okay in the end. Why? Didn’t you know how much I aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa? . . . . . . . . . There is no consistency of the form of misfortune that happens to me. I should stop expecting it all to make sense, stop expecting it all to have meaning.27 . . . . . . . .28 . . . . . . . . . .29 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I didn’t ask for this. I don’t deserve this, at all, ever, at any point in time. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaEmergency aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAgency aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaCytotoxic processes How much can a single unit of flesh and bone derive from the aaaaaaaaaaa. From forcing aaaaaaa into boxes and trying to see aaaa there? How aaaaaaaaaaaWhere aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaError? Return to carriage, start of header, heaven, heaving30 Return to carriage, start of header, heaven,aHeaving both dry and liquid until there is WARNING! ██████████ CORRUPTION DETECTED! ERROR WARNING! ██████████ CORRUPTION DETECTED! ATTEMPTING SYSTEM RECALL NOW… 2 WARNING! ██████████ CORRUPTION DETECTED! SYSTEM RECALL FAILED. REBOOT? WARNING! ██████████ CORRUPTION DETECTED! WARNING! ██████████ CORRUPTION DETECTED! WARNING! ██████████ CORRUPTION DETECTED! WARNING! ██████████ CORRUPTION DETECTED! WARNING! ██████████ CORRUPTION DETECTED! REBOOT FAILED. I am the sum of all of my aaaaaaaaaaa all of my all of all of my all of my all of Self-esteem31 Self-awareness32 Self-schema33 Self-reflection34 Self-aaaaaaaaaa35 aaaaaaaaaa36 Cytotoxic processes commencing Cytotoxic processes communing Cytotoxic processes COMPLETE37. I no longer have the words to describe what is wrong with me. Footnotes 1. To preserve consensus para-sensorial continuity, this designation is not to be utilized in any official documentation outside of this single instance. 2. Object cannot currently be described because of aaaaaaaaaa. 3. WARNING! ██████████ CORRUPTION DETECTED. 4. WARNING! ██████████ CORRUPTION DETECTED. THIS IS THE SECOND DETECTED INSTANCE. PLEASE CONTACT DIRECTORaaaaaaaaaa OF SITE123IMMEDIATELY. 5. A class of info/cognitohazards whose effects are activated by the interpretation of an idea and/or concept. 6. WARNING! ██████████ CORRUPTION DETECTED. THIS IS THE THIRD DETECTED INSTANCE. DO NOT CONTINUE ETYMOLOGICAL CONTACT. 7. WARNING! ██████████ CORRUPTION DETECTED. THIS IS THE FOURTH DETECTED INSTANCE. CEASE ALL LINGUISTIC TRANSMISSION BEFORE YOU AREaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa 8. L0ST C4U S3 9. I heard from aaaaaaaa that what it did to people was incomprehensible. Literally incomprehensible. I don’t know if that would have made their deaths painful or not, or if they even knew they were dying… 10. Why am I being reminded of this? 11. What am I afraid of? 12. Whoops. Sorry everyone. 13. Focusing on the what of the what isn’t going to work anymore. It didn’t work figuring out that thing, so what makes me think it will work this time? 14. How can I move forward? What is propelling me now? 15. I don’t care if I live or die anymore. Not killing myself for as long as I have has been nothing but anguish, feelings vomiting from that urge defy logic, structure, reason and even…emotion, I fucking guess. 16. Actually, that’s not true. Words are meant to convey emotions, but when you’re falling apart, what is there for you? Can one transcribe in letters, syllables, base constructs of writing, a scream in any way that matters? 17. Please just get me out of this hell. Tell me what can be done, and what I’m supposed to do. Please. The instructions left here are too vague. 18. And yet it’s funny how even if I had directions, following orders makes things worse in your chest. Even when you’re bleeding for purpose in your life, it hurts to start, to get up, to make a new habit. I don’t get the inertia. Why does trying to get somewhere better suck more than being stuck? 19. If I’m allowed to speculate, and I don’t care if I’m not, I’m guessing this aaaaaaa is something that corrupts sense. Fucking wow, great conclusion, I know, but it’s all I got. It’s all I can…put to it that makes aaaaaaa. Do you realize how much is defined as “sense”? As making “sense”? Everything. Literally everything, because if nothing made sense, nothing would exist. 20. It ate my name too. That’s just the news I needed to witness right now. 21. What is left of me anyway. The self defines “sense”, which means whatever that is, it will… 22. Hey, if we’re talking about what the self is as it’s defined—if you get really cynical about it, all humans can technically be defined as little more than vectors of memetic transmission, puppeted by biological mechanisms. It's quite the dehumanizing way of viewing the topic, but it is a way. 23. Define defy, and you’ll quickly figure out why refining a defining is akin to a dying silver lining. 24. So what does that say about my ability to dream? 25. This is where I am dictated to become useless, where saving myself becomes impossible. And fuck you if you think otherwise, couldn’t you have done something about this sooner? 26. All of it is here. It's aaaaaaaaaa 27. At some point, the human tendency to desire a pattern will fail. It will fail catastrophically, whether physically, or mentally, and the death toll will be akin to a nuclear bomb. 28. You cannot wring a pattern out of suffering. That is what got us here, I think. This thing is pure senselessness, in all aaaaaaaaaaa of the term. Probably. I wouldn’t know what I don’t know. 29. But that brings me to another point: when something lacks a pattern, we call it a tragedy. Patterns make sense, don’t they? They’re nice and pretty. And when those break, our infinitesimal perspective tells us that means something has gone wrong. Something is breaking down, something has gone against how it’s meant to be. Chemistry, biology, physics and mathematics: all of these are made up of patterns. Social spaces, peer-to-peer communication, conceptualization, linguistics, etymology: these are all made up of patterns too. If they stopped working to the tune of their own codified arrangements, what will we have? What will aaa be? 30. How much can I blame it? This thing, I mean. because at that point, I’ve lost self-control. 31. ACTUALIZATION PERCENTAGE: 21% 32. I wish I didn’t have this. 33. When I stop feeling useful, I pine for memories of a time where that didn’t matter. 34. Always terrible. 35. aaaaaaaaaa 36. aaaaaaaaaa 37. WARNING! IN THE EVENT OF aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa YOUR LOCALIZED IV DRIP WILL DELIVER A DOSE OF aaaaaaaaaa.
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SCP-7496
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Item#: 7496 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo The epicenter of SCP-7496's area of influence. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation operatives within the National Labor Relations Board (NLRB) are to categorically deny any petition to conduct a union election within ███████, Michigan. Provisional Site-7496 has been established outside of ███████, Michigan to monitor and document SCP-7496 instances. Media coverage of humans affected by SCP-7496 is to be censored in line with general obfuscation protocols. Any non-human organisms affected by SCP-7496 are to be transported outside of SCP-7496's area of influence, upon which anomalous behavior should dissipate. Foundation personnel are not permitted to enter into SCP-7496's area of influence in groups of two or more. Description: SCP-7496 is a behavioral phenomenon localized within a ~7 km radius of an abandoned car manufacturing plant in ███████, Michigan that compels groups of associated individuals to form a labor union, regardless of the feasibility, legality, or rationality of doing so. Individuals affected by SCP-7496 attain a highly intricate knowledge of Michigan labor laws, and become capable of communicating such knowledge in some way, irrespective of previous cognitive abilities. SCP-7496 appears capable of manifesting in any group of organisms, insofar as those organisms are motile and perform some variety of physical or mental labor. Addendum 7496.1: Abridged List of SCP-7496 Instances Date: 9/17/2007 Species: Homo sapiens Number Affected: 35 Self-designation: UAW1 Local 2994 Notes: Students at a local kindergarten filed a complaint that an after-school daycare program was an "unauthorized extension of working hours." Alongside this, an eloquently-written field petition for a union election for the kindergarten class was submitted to the NLRB the next day, which prompted local media coverage. The Foundation was made aware of the anomaly after this event, and current containment protocols were instituted. Date: 11/8/2007 Species: Oncorhynchus tshawytscha2 Number Affected: ~400 Self-designation: UFCW3 Local 7493 Notes: Several fishermen reported a drastic reduction in the number of Chinook salmon caught in the local area in the previous few weeks. Using sonar, the Foundation was able to track the location of the salmon, as well as irregular fin movements that were interpreted as Morse code. When translated, the affected salmon chastised fishermen for indefinitely withholding their paychecks in violation of a 1978 Michigan statute. The salmon also claimed that they would hold an election to unionize unless they were given at least fifteen paid days off in order to visit family in Lake Superior. Date: 1/15/2008 Species: Saccharomyces cerevisiae4 Number Affected: ~1.72 trillion Self-designation: BCTGM5 Local 668 Notes: A jar of sourdough starter at a bakery used air bubbles to spell out a long-winded complaint of the fact that it was forced to "work a shift over the entirety of Christmas break while other employees enjoyed vacation time off." It refused to "continue working" unless its demands for a union and a Christmas bonus of 200 grams of sugar were met. Amnestics were administered to all humans involved. Date: 3/24/2008 Species: Various Number Affected: ~700 trillion Self-designation: UWUA6 Local 2670 Notes: The on-site septic tank at Provisional Site-7496 saw a drastic reduction in filtering efficiency. When investigated, it was revealed that anaerobic bacteria in the tank had been affected by SCP-7496 and were refusing to decompose discharged waste. Using discolorations in the water, it communicated to Foundation personnel its desire to unionize due to a lack of overtime pay during the Site's weekly Taco Tuesday nights. Further research on SCP-7496 has been paused while negotiations are ongoing. Footnotes 1. United Auto Workers 2. Chinook salmon 3. United Food and Commercial Workers 4. Baker's yeast 5. Bakery, Confectionery, Tobacco Workers and Grain Millers 6. Utility Workers Union of America ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7496" by Eledec, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7496. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: Abandoned Packard Automobile Factory Detroit 200.jpg Author: Albert duce License: CC BY SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Abandoned_Packard_Automobile_Factory_Detroit_200.jpg
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close Info X SCP-7497 - Innocence by tingfeng1999 More by this author This article contains depiction of violence, death, suicide, and blood. Viewer discretion is advised. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 7497 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-7497 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7497 is secured in a minimum 3 cm thick Boron Adamantite1 box with its lid welded shut airtight. The Boron Adamantite box containing SCP-7497 is placed in High-Risk Containment Chamber 14 in Site-6122, where one Scranton Reality Anchor (SRA) is installed on each wall. Four security cameras with bulletproof lens and reinforced steel casing are installed in the containment chamber to monitor SCP-7497 at all times. Service drones are deployed once per week to maintain the structural integrity of the Boron Adamantite box and proper functionalities of the SRAs. No personnel are allowed to enter the containment chamber of SCP-7497 under any circumstances. In the event of a containment breach, any ongoing or upcoming court trials and nongovernmental hearings within Malaysia which could involve false accusations, foul play, or irresponsible enforcement must be investigated, especially those involving the death penalty. Foundation agents must monitor court trials and nongovernmental hearings suspected of the misconducts above and prepare to recontain SCP-7497 once it remanifests. Any civilian who survived an encounter with SCP-7497 is to be placed under medical care and constant surveillance in civilian hospitals under Foundation control. Amnestic treatment and media suppression are executed accordingly to remove any public knowledge of SCP-7497. Appropriate cover stories are distributed to the public to justify the casualties caused by SCP-7497. Description: SCP-7497 is a 38 cm long Malaysian kris from the 18th century. SCP-7497 has a wavy blade made of iron-nickel alloy and infused with arsenic compounds. The hilt of SCP-7497 is made of Neobalanocarpus heimii3 wood and its configuration indicates the existence of a fitting sheath, but all attempts to locate the sheath of SCP-7497 have thus far failed. SCP-7497 possesses anomalous sharpness and invulnerability, allowing it to cut through non-anomalous materials with ease and resist any form of conventional damage. SCP-7497 possesses a strong cognitohazardous memetic trigger effect towards a human subject who is a victim of false accusation, foul play, or irresponsible enforcement, especially if it involves sentencing the subject to death. If a court trial or nongovernmental hearing held in Malaysia involves a convicted subject fulfilling the condition of SCP-7497’s effect, SCP-7497 will manifest on the closest stable surface within the reach of the subject during the trial. Once the subject sees, touches, or is made aware of the presence of SCP-7497 through verbal statements of other attendants, the subject will be compelled to pick up SCP-7497 and use it to commit suicide as a way to prove their innocence, most commonly by impaling their own heart. Direct contact with SCP-7497’s blade transmutes the blood of the subject to contain 70% to 90% of lymphocytes, turning the colour of their blood white. The subject will then enter a hysteric state and use SCP-7497 to attack other attendants of the trial, making high-pitched vocalizations in Old Malay in the process even if they have no prior knowledge of the language. The subject is able to maintain mobility for a much longer period of time compared to average humans inflicted with the same injuries. After the subject expires from the self-inflicted wound using SCP-7497, SCP-7497 will immediately demanifest. Current records indicate that SCP-7497 can only manifest in one location at a time, but it can manifest an unlimited number of times per day as long as the conditions are fulfilled. The application of SRA in close proximity is able to inhibit SCP-7497 from demanifesting, but SCP-7497 has displayed the capability to levitate and move independently at up to 40 km/h within a limited amount of time in several attempts to breach containment. Whether SCP-7497 possesses a consciousness of its own or is acting based on some form of predetermined routine is unknown. Due to the tendency of SCP-7497 to cause mass civilian casualties, all testing involving SCP-7497 is prohibited until further notice. Addendum 01: Discovery Open Document Close Document The earliest known manifestation of SCP-7497 was documented in the diary of an unnamed lieutenant from the Siamese armada in the 19th century, who participated in the invasion of Pulau Langkawi, Malaysia. According to the diary, SCP-7497 manifested during the trial of a young woman who was falsely accused of theft and sentenced to death after refusing to marry a Siamese general. The subject slit her carotid artery using SCP-7497 while screaming in Old Malay to declare her innocence, and the blood flowing from her wound was white. The subject was able to rampage for over 5 minutes and kill 15 Siamese soldiers before expiring as a result of blood loss. SCP-7497 manifestations were infrequent before the 20th century, mostly active during private trials and illegal executions, making it difficult for the Foundation to track and contain the anomaly in time. In the 21st century, SCP-7497 began to manifest frequently in Malaysian courts and cause mass casualties, but this also provided the Foundation with opportunities to predict its behaviour and prepare for its containment. On 14/08/1998, the court trial of Zhang Qi Ming (male, 32 years old) was held, charging the subject with drug trafficking. The subject would be sentenced to death if he was found guilty. An informant revealed to the Foundation that the police chief, Karim Makmur, charged the subject with insufficient evidence to increase his chance of promotion, as the fingerprints found on the Amphetamine containers did not belong to the subject. The judge, Ranjit Krishnan, also received bribes from Karim Makmur. As this is the only case fulfilling SCP-7497’s manifestation requirements in 3 days, the Foundation stationed undercover agents and mobile task force members in the court. After Ranjit Krishnan found the subject guilty, SCP-7497 manifested on the table in front of the subject. Before the subject could pick up SCP-7497, the mobile task force was able to tranquilize the subject and deploy SRAs around SCP-7497. SCP-7497 was successfully secured in a reinforced steel container and transported to Site-612. Addendum 02: SCP-7497 Incident 028 Video Log Open Document Close Document Incident #: 028 Item #: SCP-7497 Video Filename: MAHKAMAH_NEGERI_PAHANG_ARCHIVE_1038.mp4 Date: 01/06/1993 Foreword: Parwati Ramesh (female, 22 years old) was tried in the State Court of Pahang for the murder of her sister, Tara Ramesh. The husband of Tara Ramesh, Arhaan Ranni, was also present at the court trial. The video was recorded by Izwan Kasturi, the digital archivist of the State Court of Pahang. <Begin Log> [INSIGNIFICANT CONTENT OMITTED FOR BREVITY] The prosecutor, Alvin Guan, claimed that Parwati Ramesh struck the back of Tara Ramesh’s head multiple times using a ceramic glass vase, directly causing Tara Ramesh’s death. Only the subject’s fingerprints were found on the vase. The subject retorted that she gifted the vase to Arhaan Ranni 1 month ago upon his request, claiming that he used it to shift the responsibility of the murder to her. After Parwati Ramesh and her defending lawyer, Amirul Hassan, failed to provide solid evidence to support her claim, the judge, Aina Rashid, found the subject guilty of murder and sentenced her to death. Before the court police could remove Parvati Ramesh from the court, SCP-7497 manifested on the floor in front of the subject. The subject picked up SCP-7497 and started vocalizing loudly in Old Malay, breaking free of her handcuffs in a hysteric state and impaled her own heart using SCP-7497. The subject proceeded to stab both court police multiple times in the chest and pursue Arhaan Ranni, who tried to leave the court with the crowd. The subject mortally injured several civilians before pinning down Arhaan Ranni and decapitating him using SCP-7497. 20 second later, Parwati Ramesh expired as a result of blood loss, and SCP-7497 immediately demanifested. <End Log> Closing Statement: Incident 028 recorded a total of 15 casualties directly caused by SCP-7497, and 8 indirect casualties caused by civilians falling and trampling in their attempt to escape SCP-7497. Analysis reports indicated that the blood stains of Parwati Ramesh found in the court and all the remaining blood in the subject’s body were transmuted to contain 78.5% of lymphocytes. Further investigation revealed that Parwati Ramesh had no prior knowledge of Old Malay before the incident. The English translation of the subject’s repeated vocalization during the incident is available below: IF YOU ARE GOING TO TAKE MY LIFE WITH A FEEBLE ROPE I’LL DO IT ON MY OWN YOU CANNOT DISHONOUR ME I’M INNOCENT AND HE IS RED YOU ARE ALL RED RED Addendum 03: SCP-7497 Containment Breach Report Open Document Close Document Incident #: 134 Item #: SCP-7497 Title: Containment Breach 01 Date: 30/09/1998 Foreword: As of Incident 134, SCP-7497 was contained in a 5 mm thick reinforced steel box in High-Risk Containment Chamber 14, with one SRA installed on the ceiling. <Begin Log> At 3:26 am, the security cameras installed in High-Risk Containment Chamber 14 detected vibrations and a series of slight position shifts of the reinforced steel container holding SCP-7497. The number of security officers stationed around the containment chamber was doubled. At 3:43 am, SCP-7497 used its blade to make a 28 cm x 4 cm incision on the reinforced steel container and escaped the container, levitating in the middle of the containment chamber without the assistance of any observable external force or entity. SCP-7497 proceeded to destroy the security cameras and SRA installed within the containment chamber. At 3:44 am, SCP-7497 destroyed the locking mechanism of its containment chamber, breaching containment. In an attempt to delay SCP-7497 from demanifesting before the other security officers managed to activate a temporary SRA array around SCP-7497, Security Officer Amin Abdullah managed to hold onto the hilt of SCP-7497 and inhibit the anomaly’s movement. At 3:45 am, after causing 3 stab wounds on Officer Abdullah, SCP-7497 produced high-pitched and high amplitude vocalization in Old Malay through unknown means, permanently damaging the hearing of all Foundation personnel within a 15 m radius. The sudden outburst and physical pain caused Officer Abdullah to lose his grip on SCP-7497. SCP-7497 proceeded to move out of the range of the temporary SRA array and demanifest. At 9:05 pm, SCP-7497 manifested during the illegal public execution of Aina Rashid (female, 24 years old) in Pahang, Malaysia. Aina Rashid was accused of causing the death of her father-in-law, Aman Takdir, with black magic. SCP-7497 was successfully recontained after causing 34 casualties. <End Log> Closing Statement: After Incident 134, the special containment procedures of SCP-7497 were further restricted and included the approved use of Boron Adamantite. The English translation of SCP-7497’s vocalization during the containment breach is available below: YOU WILL NOT TIE ME TO A TREE AGAIN FOR GREED, FOR JEALOUSY, REFUSING TO BELIEVE IT IS ALL FOR YOUR FILTHY EYES TO SEE LET THE WHITE BLOOD SPILL LET THE RED BLOOD PAY THIS IS THE ONLY WAY THEIR INNOCENCE WILL NOT BE FORGOTTEN I WILL NOT BE FORGOTTEN SCiP Net Notification: You have an incoming email from Nadiya Krishnan. Open? Close Email From: ten.pics|scitylanaofni_nanhsirkayidan#ten.pics|scitylanaofni_nanhsirkayidan To: ten.pics|216rotcerid_mukuhfusuy#ten.pics|216rotcerid_mukuhfusuy Title: Urgent Discovery on SCP-7497 Survivors Development Time Received: 20/02/2010, 11:35 pm Mr. Hukum, Sorry for contacting you at this hour. As you probably know, our department conducted testing on the new updates of SITI4 3 months ago by telling it to collect social media information on civilians who encountered various SCPs from our site in the past. SITI completed the procedure just now, and we found some disturbing results about the survivors of SCP-7497. Every documented civilian who is not the wrongfully convicted victim and survived SCP-7497 are dead 7 years after the incident, except two. One of them is an old woman who never left the city she was born in her entire life, which also happens to be where she went to court and encountered SCP-7497. The other one is a middle-aged man, who escaped the court unscathed but got caught in a traffic accident right after. He is still in a coma as of today and hospitalized in the same city he encountered SCP-7497. We believe we are looking at a dangerous pattern here, director. It is highly possible that SCP-7497 is affecting those victims through some form of probabilistic anomaly. From what SITI discovered, they all died in some form of deadly accidents exactly 7 years after the encounter. To make matters worse, SITI also discovered that the same effect also applies to their biological children born after the encounter. The casualties caused by SCP-7497 are much worse than we anticipated. Before we look further into this issue, we propose that the following temporary contingency procedure to be included in the handling of SCP-7497: Any civilian who survived an encounter with SCP-7497 and their direct biological descendants born after the encounter are to be registered as E-class personnel, placed under constant Foundation surveillance, and forbidden from leaving the city where the encounter took place without further notice. That will be all. Sorry for the inconvenience caused. Thank you. Regards, Nadiya Krishnan Lead Researcher of Site-612 Information Analytics Department SCiP Net Notification: You have an incoming email from Yusuf Hukum. Open? Close Email From: ten.pics|216rotcerid_mukuhfusuy#ten.pics|216rotcerid_mukuhfusuy To: ten.pics|scitylanaofni_nanhsirkayidan#ten.pics|scitylanaofni_nanhsirkayidan Title: Re: Urgent Discovery on SCP-7497 Survivors Development Time Received: 20/02/2010, 11:53 pm Ms. Krishnan, Thank you for promptly informing me about this issue. Please submit a formal request letter on Special Containment Procedures update to the Containment Management and Archives Department, it will be approved. I will arrange an urgent site meeting tomorrow to properly address this matter. Kind regards, Yusuf Hukum Director of Site-612 Footnotes 1. Highly dense and resilient anomalous metallic compound related to SCP-6952. 2. Foundation site in Malaysia. 3. Commonly known as Chengal. 4. Web crawler software developed by Site-612, recently updated to include the capability to track and profile civilians who are exposed to anomalies. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7497" by tingfeng1999, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7497. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: SCP_Innocence_Keris.png Name: SCP-7497 Keris Author: tingfeng1999 License: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Source Link: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/scp-7497/SCP_Innocence_Keris.png Derivative of: Tropenmuseum, part of the National Museum of World Cultures, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=11029394 Additional Notes: Modified using digital painting software
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Minor cognitohazardous elements have been embedded throughout this document in order to circumvent anomalous occurrences associated with Central Park and the greater New York City metropolitan area. The purposes of cognitohazardous elements within this document include, but are not limited to: The redefinition of "phenomena" (or any conjugation thereof) into an extant, self-contained concept that refers exclusively to "a fact or situation that is observed to happen", making no attempt to infer the qualities of nor attribute a cause to said facts or situations. The redefinition of "symptom" (or any conjugation thereof) into an extant, self-contained concept that refers exclusively to "an indication of the existence of a phenomenon". The redefinition of "injury" (or any conjugation thereof) into an extant, self-contained concept that refers exclusively to "an instance of physical harm that is the result of phenomena". The redefinition of "property" (or any conjugation thereof) in the appropriate contexts into an extant, self-contained concept that refers exclusively to "an attribute, quality, or characteristic of a phenomenon". By continuing to read this document, you consent to exposure to the aforementioned cognitohazardous elements. . . . . Central Park, New York City NRHP Ref. #: 66000538 Procedures To Be Followed By Personnel: Agents from the SCP Foundation Department of Miscommunications have been placed within and around Central Park and the greater New York City metropolitan area to monitor for PHENOMENA of interest and ensure the wellbeing of all civilian persons. Individuals reporting SYMPTOMS that are listed within the Supplementary Document Concerning Central Park (provided to all field agents; see Lead Researcher Ulam for a copy) are to be immediately quarantined and isolated for further observation. Civilian reports of SYMPTOMS or INJURIES indicative of PHENOMENA of interest are to receive immediate medical treatment following strict quarantine protocols; the necessity of a biopsy/vivisection is left to the discretion of licensed personnel. SYMPTOMS which manifest as human corpses (usually civilians) are to be incinerated once a full autopsy has been performed. Although reports of PHENOMENA began within Central Park, incidents have steadily continued to occur at greater and greater distances. Reports of PHENOMENA more than 10km away from Central Park are of highest priority; affected areas are to be immediately quarantined and decontaminated until PHENOMENA cease, followed by amnesticisation of all witnesses. Documentation concerning the PHENOMENA of interest is subject Foundation Information Control Protocol AM-AW-S1. Description of PHENOMENA: The description as follows (and this document in its entirety) exclusively refers to the PHENOMENA of interest to the Foundation; that is, the PHENOMENA being described within this document that occur within Central Park and the greater New York City metropolitan area. Researchers from the Department of Miscommunications have determined that the following PHENOMENA are of interest to the Foundation: Reports of SYMPTOMS such as confusion, migraines, nausea, and dizziness. Paranoia, sudden-onset scopophobia2, feelings of external hostility, and feelings of disgust have also been reported, though attempts to determine the origin of these feelings result in further SYMPTOMS. Continued exposure to PHENOMENA for extended periods of time (>5 minutes) causes escalating SYMPTOMS including, but not limited to: spontaneous haemorrhaging of small blood vessels (usually resulting in epistaxis), minor anterograde amnesia, blackouts, encephalitis, brain aneurysms, and seizures. These SYMPTOMS will rapidly and continually increase in severity until the death of the subject. Reports of deviant behaviour and deaths within wildlife native to and/or within Central Park and New York City, which could feasibly be attributed to SYMPTOMS similar to those experienced by human individuals. Reports of INJURIES of varying severity to both human and non-human individuals (from small cuts to broken bones and severe lacerations), which cause the above SYMPTOMS when they are referred to, perceived, or comprehended in any way. INJURIES continue to display properties associated with PHENOMENA occurring within Central Park even after expiry of the subject. Reports of PHENOMENA external to Central Park. Reports have so far been limited to the greater New York City area, but preparations are being made for the possibility of PHENOMENA appearing in other locations. Currently, no consistent patterns have been identified concerning the manifestation of PHENOMENA outside of Central Park, aside from a general tendency to appear in public areas. The SYMPTOMS of paranoia, scopophobia, and external hostility are usually absent in such manifestations; investigations into the potential significance of this are confounded by influence of the PHENOMENA. PHENOMENA external to Central Park have appeared in almost all types of public areas (roads, streets, cafes & restaurants, etc.) and in many forms of waste receptacle (storm drains, sewers) within New York City. These have consistently caused severe public disruption and numerous deaths, necessitating greater and greater levels of Foundation involvement. PHENOMENA within New York City will often shift and move erratically, apparently without a pattern; weather such as rain seems to impede the movement of the PHENOMENA slightly, but further investigation is required to ascertain the nature of this relationship. The pervasiveness of the PHENOMENA of interest has required extensive and constant cleanup efforts from the Foundation. More efficient methods of containment, aside from incinerating ██ ███3 collected during decontamination efforts are being formulated. After extensive study, researchers have determined that the PHENOMENA of interest are subject to the following PROPERTIES: The PHENOMENA of interest are not memetic, ontokinetic, or semiontological. The PHENOMENA of interest display antimemetic PROPERTIES; more specifically, they prevent certain information associated with themselves from being transmitted. However, they do not display other qualities that are characteristic of antimemes (such as memory alteration). The PHENOMENA of interest are cognitohazardous and infohazardous. The cause of any extant PHENOMENA (i.e. any PHENOMENA that are not the PHENOMENA affecting Central Park) can be freely speculated upon (Contextual statement). The PHENOMENA of interest will cause all statements of ████4 to be unable to be referred to, properly perceived (i.e. perceived without the influence of PHENOMENA), or comprehended in any way. This applies to literal, figurative, hypothetical, metaphorical, referential, and all esoteric forms of communication and thought. The effects of the PHENOMENA of interest are such that even given the contextual statement, no inferences can be feasibly made from the statement prior without near-lethal doses of Class-Y mnestics5; the testimony of subjects exposed to the PHENOMENA of interest while affected by these dosages have ranged from mostly incoherent to the production of extreme auditory cognitohazards. Based on the information from the above statement, it is currently impossible to formulate thought or attempt to communicate ██ ████ █ ███ ██ █████ ██ ██6 PROPERTIES of the PHENOMENA concentrated within Central Park. The PHENOMENA of interest can be referred to, perceived, and/or comprehended, as long as it is in reference exclusively to the PHENOMENA as a collective, self-contained concept. Certain inferences based on information that can be referred to, perceived, and/or comprehended concerning the PHENOMENA present within Central Park cannot. The PHENOMENA of interest affect most, if not all █████7 associated with the PHENOMENA that are not the PHENOMENA themselves, SYMPTOMS, INJURIES, or PROPERTIES. Due to the influence of the above PROPERTIES, it is impossible to assign any nominal descriptor or statement, any descriptive term or statement, any verbal term or statement, any article (defining or otherwise), or any information in any form that may ████ ███ █ ██████ █8 the PHENOMENA of interest in any way. In addition, the application of any form of logic, reasoning, empirical proof, rationalisation, or other such methods of thought or communication are also subject to the PROPERTIES of the PHENOMENA of interest. Addendum: On the 23/07/22, amateur photographer Florence Wainwright managed to ███████ ██ ███ █ ██9 PHENOMENA of interest. A photograph is contained below. INPUT LEVEL 4 CREDENTIALS TO CONTINUE (PERCEIVING THIS ███ MAY CAUSE SYMPTOMS) [DATA HONKED] ██ ██ ███ █ ███ ██ Footnotes 1. Antimemetic PHENOMENA — Awareness type (i.e. the individual is aware that information is being affected) — SYMPTOMATIC 2. The fear of being watched, which dissipates when an individual is no longer being exposed to the PHENOMENA. 3. Unable to be referred to/perceived/comprehended due to influence of the PHENOMENA. 4. Unable to be referred to/perceived/comprehended due to influence of the PHENOMENA. 5. A type of amnestic drug that allows for resistance to antimemetic effects. 6. Unable to be referred to/perceived/comprehended due to influence of the PHENOMENA. 7. Unable to be referred to/perceived/comprehended due to influence of the PHENOMENA. 8. Unable to be referred to/perceived/comprehended due to influence of the PHENOMENA. 9. Unable to be referred to/perceived/comprehended due to influence of the PHENOMENA. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "Foundation Department of Miscommunications - Document Concerning Central Park, New York City" by TheAlienBaby, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7498. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: central_park.jpg Name: Central Park - The Pond (48377220157) Author: Ajay Suresh License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Central_Park_-_The_Pond_(48377220157).jpg Derivative of: N/A Additional Notes: N/A Filename: final_form.jpg Name: The Attack Author: Tony Alter License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:The_Attack_(5698069896).jpg Derivative of: N/A Additional Notes: No changes were made to this image.
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close Info X i told you i would get one on the site ;) #meyersmania SCP-7499 performing in Brisbane, circa 1943. Item #: SCP-7499 Special Containment Procedures: In accordance with SCP-7499's reclassification to Neutralized, containment protocols remain unnecessary. Description: SCP-7499 was the Serenity Meadows Community College marching band. SCP-7499 spanned from mid-1942 to its neutralization in late 1943. SCP-7499 is primarily theorized to have consisted of roughly 188 players, covering all sections. Typical SCP-7499 uniforms were comprised of all-white buttoned long-sleeve shirts, black cargo pants, black dress shoes, and wrapped royal blue sashes. Serenity Meadows Community College (henceforth referred to as SMCC) was an educational institution based in Brisbane, Queensland. Prior to its branding switch1, the school's motto was "Peaceful in the realm of life, freedom in the state of mind. We are the Tasmanian Devils!" SMCC's school mascot resembled an anthropomorphic Tasmanian devil, alongside an attending white and royal blue pattern. SCP-7499 was known to perform in a randomized order of disparate places without prior notice. Performances frequently occurred off of highways and neighborhoods arbitrarily, and also happened across long distances at the exact same time. For instance, SCP-7499 possessed capabilities to perform in areas such as France while concurrently performing in vastly distant continents such as Australia. Documented reports of transportation regarding individuals of the marching band are yet to be discovered by the Foundation. Film and pictures of the band itself are abundant; however, audio is not included in approximately 97% of footage. After analysis of diminished SCP-7499 footage, Foundation researchers were able to identify a total of 3 songs performed by SCP-7499. The following included: "Peace! Freedom! Devils!" by the Serenity Meadows Community College Marching Band "Prosperity" by the Serenity Meadows Community College Marching Band "Tasmanian Devil Cadence" by the Serenity Meadows Community College Marching Band In September 1943, SMCC entirely changed its branding, furthermore proceeding as the "Krazy Kangaroos".2 In accordance with the branding change, the names of songs played by SCP-7499 were also altered into the following: "Krazy! Kanga! Roos!" by the Serenity Meadows Community College Marching Band "Kangaroo Cadence" by the Serenity Meadows Community College Marching Band As per SMCC's destruction in 1943, SCP-7499 ceased its functions altogether. Addendum 7499.01 Principal Benjamin Meyers Interview Log On August 30th, 1943, Dr. Richard Maryland and MTF Sydney-7 ("Daytime Visitors") were dispatched by SMCC Principal Benjamin Meyers' home in Brisbane to discuss SCP-7499. The interview log is as follows: Interview: Dr. Richard Maryland Interviewee: Benjamin Meyers [BEGIN LOG] Benjamin Meyers' home. Hover to enlarge. Dr. Maryland: Benjamin Meyers, principal of Serenity Meadows Community College, yes? Meyers: Yeah, how did you and your guys find me? I mean, Serenity Meadows is a pretty private college out here in Brisbane. Dr. Maryland: Well, you're fairly right about Serenity Meadow's seclusion. However, we gained attraction towards your college when we noticed your marching band. Meyers: (chuckling) Really? How surprising, actually. This past year we had to hire a new director for the whole thing. Couldn't even outdo Panorama.3 I'm shocked you guys even got to see us, especially since you seem to be from somewhere else. You don't sound like an Aussie. I see your name tag: Maryland? Isn't that a place up in the UK? Dr. Maryland: Maryland is a state in the United States of America. I, myself, am from Connecticut. But, anyways, before we lose track of the main topic: we were able to discover your marching band because it has quite the tendency to perform in a very, let's say, interesting order. Meyers is visibly confused. Meyers: Uh-whaddya mean? Dr. Maryland: Your marching band frequently performs more than once at the same time across the globe. Documentation of its travel is nowhere to be found. We're thinking that there weren't any type of records to begin with and that the band gets to its destinations via anomalous means. This was noticed by us and quite a few others. I'm a little skeptical that you didn't actually hear about this much earlier. It's been featured in several magazines, even. It's famous at this point. Meyers: You said globally? Well, I never heard about this until you just told me! Meyers flashes Dr. Maryland a forced smile. Meyers: I mean, staff never told me, students never told me. Hell, nobody has ever even interviewed me before. Not even once! Dr. Maryland: This is your first time, then. So, back to that. We find gr- Dr. Maryland is interrupted by the present sounds of aggressive shrieking in the background. Meyers: (anxiously stuttering over his words) Oh! U-uh, I'll go attend to that, ha-ha! Stupid cats, amirite? Meyers swiftly leaves his seat and enters a room down the nearest hallway. Meyers comes back 1 minute and 30 seconds later. Meyers: (awkward laughing) Hey, sorry about that, ha! Cats, yeah. They love to fight each other, ha-ha! Anyways, um, what were we talking about again? Dr. Maryland: Oh, uh, we've finished the interview. We'll contact you again in the future if we need any further details about your college. Thank you for your time, Mr. Meyers. Meyers: Alright, then. Have a good rest of your day. Dr. Maryland: You too, Mr. Meyers. [END LOG] Meyers was afterward given Class-B amnestics. Addendum 7499.02 Exploration Log In view of immediate discussion regarding Addendum 7499.01, it was considered requisite to investigate Meyers' household and gain information on the abnormal sound's emergence. MTF Nova-1 ("The Watchers") had reported that Meyers left his home to attend a local casino after his work for the day concluded. While absent, MTF Sydney-8 ("Midnight Visitors") was dispatched by Meyers' home. The log for this event is as follows: Exploration Log Transcript Date: 09/04/1943 Exploration Team: MTF Sydney-8 ("Midnight Visitors") Subject: Benjamin Meyers' Household Team Lead: SD-8 Crawford Team Members: SD-8 Walker / SD-8 Navarro / SD-8 Sage [BEGIN LOG] SD-8 Crawford: Alright, we're all set? SD-8 Navarro: Check, I'm good. SD-8 Crawford: Walker? SD-8 Walker: Yup, I'm ready. Site Command: Connection is working well. Engage in 40. SD-8 Sage: Got it. SD-8 Crawford: Alrighty, then. We know what we're doing? SD-8 Navarro: Pick the back door lock, pets are to be tranquilized if they get loud, investigate every room, and find what this dude is hiding. SD-8 Walker: Good job, Navarro. Training finally taught ya something, hm? Site Command: Engage in 25. SD-8 Navarro: Always has, Walker. SD-8 Crawford: Sage and Walker, you both clear downstairs. Wait for me and Navarro to finish upstairs and come down before you go into the basement. You guys know where that is, right? Site Command: Engage in 15. SD-8 Sage: Affirmative. SD-8 Walker: Yes sir. SD-8 Crawford: Navarro, I'll check the bedroom and see if anyone's in there. Take your time roaming around, no rush. Site Command: Engage in 10. SD-8 Navarro: Got it. The nerves are here, I feel 'em. SD-8 Crawford: Don't worry about it, you'll be fine. Site Command: Engage in 5. SD-8 Sage: And here we go. Site Command: Clear for investigation. You may proceed. Team approaches the home's backdoor. SD-8 Crawford utilizes the pick to open the backdoor silently. SD-8 Crawford: From what I see, this area is clear. Move in. Team quietly steps into the home. SD-8 Crawford and Navarro carefully head upstairs. SD-8 Sage and Walker spread apart, with SD-8 Sage cautiously wandering the east and SD-8 Walker roaming the west portion of the house. SD-8 Walker: Watch for trip wires or objects on the floor. Don't need to be falling flat on your face and ruin the plan. SD-8 Sage: Kitchen is clear. SD-8 Walker: Living room is clear. SD-8 Crawford: Roger that. SD-8 Sage: Watch out for bottles, they seem to be everywhere. He's a rum kinda guy, I see. He's got a bit of tequila as well. SD-8 Walker: I'm somewhat of a whiskey kinda guy myself. Garage is clear. Jesus Christ, talk about bottles everywhere. I have to tip-toe around so I don't step on a shard of glass. SD-8 Crawford: Bedroom is clear. Navarro, watch for cameras. SD-8 Navarro: Roger. SD-8 Sage: This guy has pictures of him with other people on the walls and stuff. Must be his family. There aren't any signs of other people here, right? Children, maybe a woman? SD-8 Crawford: No. There are other bedrooms here, though. Seems like they belong to the other people who aren't here. They're not empty, either. A lot of the pictures here are shattered. I kind of feel bad for this guy. SD-8 Navarro: Balconies are clear. We've finished upstairs. SD-8 Walker: Downstairs is clear. Waiting for you now. SD-8 Crawford: Alright. See, Navarro? We're all good. SD-8 Crawford and Navarro head back downstairs and approach the basement door. SD-8 Sage and Walker stand by the sides of it. SD-8 Crawford: Standby. You're gonna want to enter the basement slowly. Follow me. Sage, do us a favor and watch our backs. SD-8 Sage: Copy that. SD-8 Crawford: This is where he scrammed to when that shrieking happened. Since then, he's boarded up the door for some reason. Take it from the guy that was there with Sydney-7, there is no way in fuck that cats were making that noise. It had to have been a family of screaming javelinas or something. Walker and Navarro, hold the sides of the planks so they don't fall, will ya? SD-8 Crawford begins to discreetly pry the nails and wood planks off the door. SD-8 Crawford: Got it. Alright, now all we gotta do is figure out what's down here and then we all get to go home. Sounds like a deal? SD-8 Navarro: Easier said than done. Walker, you good? SD-8 Walker: Mhm. This place kinda freaks me out though. SD-8 Crawford: You'll be fine, you big baby. Come on, let's get this over with. I lead. Walker, watch our backs. SD-8 Walker: Roger. Team slowly steps down the basement stairs. SD-8 Crawford: Looks a little bit dusty down here, wouldn't you say? SD-8 Navarro: It is a basement after all. SD-8 Crawford: Wait. What the hell is that? SD-8 Crawford points towards a cage-like structure made of supposed steel. SD-8 Crawford: Shit, wait! Hold back for a second. SD-8 Sage: What do you see, Crawford? SD-8 Crawford: Don't make any noise. I don't know if my eyes are lying to me, but I think there's a group of skunks in that cage. There's a squad of them and they're feasting on something. I don't know what, but- One of the caged animals begins to shriek obnoxiously while viciously rattling the cage. SD-8 Crawford: Shit! Tranquilize! Tranquilize! Now! SD-8 Walker: Fuck! Team swiftly shoots tranquilizing darts at the animals. Site Command: Team Lead? Are you there? Do you copy? Momentary silence. SD-8 Crawford: Uh-yeah, thank god. I think that was the last of them, but holy fuck. You guys good? SD-8 Sage: I'm fine. SD-8 Navarro: Yeah, just a little startled. SD-8 Crawford: Walker? SD-8 Walker: Yup. SD-8 Crawford: Those were not skunks or javelinas. Those were Tasmanian devils. I've never seen them before, but I guess this is an amazing first time. SD-8 Navarro: That's not it. There's a little more. There's writings everywhere. This place looks like a ritual site. Recovered photo of lady from Meyers' home. Hover to enlarge. SD-8 Walker: "12 devils, the mutilated body of an engaged woman"? There's a random picture of a lady right next to it, as well. SD-8 Sage: "Target: Ruth"? SD-8 Walker: This place is freaking me the fuck out, man. SD-8 Navarro: Seems like this guy is performing rituals. What for, though? SD-8 Crawford: Remember when I said I felt bad for this guy? Yeah, I don't anymore now. SD-8 Sage: I mean, he seemed okay at first. But this, c'mon. He got my hopes up. SD-8 Walker: Yeah, no, fuck him. SD-8 Navarro takes photos of the basement. SD-8 Navarro: Command, I got you a few photos. Take 'em back to the Foundation, see what they say. This guy is a fucking creep. Site Command: Copy. SD-8 Crawford approaches a stand beside the cage. SD-8 Crawford: There's an open book here. "For the granting of whatever I deem fit, I shall sacrifice what you need in return. I shall go great distances to achieve what I've lusted for. I shall complete the next steps to gain eternal power. I will bring greatness and dignity back to what I spend my time on. The minimal effects have been done on my school. However, I want more. I need more. I will complete the further two steps to gain your power. I will mutilate her body, and bring greatness back to my school. The devils shall feast tonight upon the corpse of a gutless rabbit. I will return and plan further. This is my message to you, my superior. Mark my words now, I will do this for you."? SD-8 Sage: I've concluded that this guy is absolutely fucking nuts and I should put a bullet in his head. Site Command: Set up your cameras, SD-8. We'll keep track of him once you leave. SD-8 Crawford: Roger. Team spends roughly 15 minutes setting up cameras in hidden areas around the home. SD-8 Navarro: I'll board the door back up. Help would be appreciated. I'm trying to get the hell out of here as soon as I can. Team quickly finishes boarding the basement door and successfully exits the home without leaving traces. [END LOG] Addendum 7499.03 Log of Footage The log below contains an example of typical footage found via the cameras placed in Meyers' basement. Log of Camera Footage [BEGIN LOG, 09/07/1943, 3:10 AM] Meyers enters the basement aggressively and slams the door shut. A bottle of tequila is seen in his hand . Meyers: (slurring his words) Fuck me, man. Meyers tosses the bottle at the cage of Tasmanian devils. In response, they shriek and attempt to break free. Meyers: Shut up, you dumb dogs…cats, whatever the hell you beasts are… Meyers drunkenly steps toward the freezer in the northwest corner of the basement, where he pulls the corpse of a mutilated rabbit out. He opens the top of the cage and drops the body of the rabbit inside of it. Meyers: You…you're just like my damn children. Spoiled rotten, yeah? I give you everything, you just turn back and ask for more. More and more and more until I can't give you any more. Then you spit in my face and turn your back to me. Even my wife, the lousy bitch. You act the same way… Meyers pauses and stares at the ceiling for 20 seconds. Meyers: It's funny, though…ain't it funny? How 3 humans can all act exactly the same as a pack of wild rabid beasts like you? Makes me really wonder, it does. Fuck, I need more. Meyers picks up an old bottle of rum off of the floor and downs it entirely. Meyers: Heh, even the damn beasts understand me more. I'm only a paycheck-to-paycheck principal living as a damn rug for you to step on, right? She-she couldn't even bother to give me a hug or a "how was your day" when I walked through the damn door. Accused me of having affairs, called me a thief. Damn sure was she right about the thief part, though; I stole someone who clearly didn't belong to me, but someone else. She made that crystal clear for me when she kept taking "vacations" without me every fucking month down to Melbourne. Meyers pauses momentarily. Meyers: Wasting my damn money…the kids couldn't even take their eyes off the wallet either. She went behind my back…fucked her best friend she knew since Primary school. I had a bad feeling about that guy, y'know? And then when I come back home after figuring it all out, poof! Gone, they were. Didn't even have the balls to let me know they were leaving me here. Rose…she made my kids. Taught them well, didn't she, heh! Knows exactly what buttons to press. But ol' Benny will land on his feet and be okay, right? Meyers throws the bottle into the wall, shattering it entirely. Meyers: I mean, what did I have to worry about? It's only a fucking economic crisis across the globe, right? Made me sleep in the fucking guest room, used me like I was nothing. But I'm the son of a bitch who didn't care. F-fuck…I just… Meyers wails and screams. Meyers: It's all shit, it's all shit, it's all shit! Meyers screams unintelligibly for a duration of 5 minutes. Afterward, he turns to write in the book found in Addendum 7499.02. Meyers: Fuck you! Meyers begins kicking and slamming various objects against the cage, which leaves several moderate dents and scratches on it. This threatens the Tasmanian devils, who relentlessly clatter the cage while screeching. Meyers: I wonder where she is, every now and then… Meyers faints onto the ground, presumptively due to intoxication. [END LOG, 09/07/1943, 3:30 AM] Review of additional footage displays Meyers arranging contraptions such as beartraps around the basement. Addendum 7499.04 Transcript of Benjamin Meyers' Phonecalls On September 12th, 1943, Benjamin Meyers called SMCC Vice Principal Ruth Alice to discuss the school branding change that was being processed at the time. The transcript is as follows: Transcript of Phonecall Benjamin Meyers, circa 1940. Hover to enlarge. <Begin recording, 09/12/1943, 9:43 PM> Alice: Hello? Meyers: Ruth! Haven't seen ya all day! You said you were sick so I just wanted to check up on how you were feeling. How's the time home? Alice: Oh, hey Ben. I haven't been feeling too well, no. The only thing keeping me conscious is this ice pack on my head. Meyers: Oh, man, I'm sorry to hear that, Ruth. Y'know, I've been thinking about doing something after work with you. Maybe we could go out to dinner or something? There's this new pizza pl- Alice: Ben, you've asked me this question four times this week. I know you're excited about it but give me some time, okay? I've already bothered Jack about it and- Meyers: Jack? That piece- 5 second silence. Meyers: Nevermind. How is Jack, anyway? I've heard that you guys are getting married soon, yeah? Alice: Uh, yes. The wedding is next month. Why do you ask? Meyers: Oh, nothing. Yeah, uh, Jack…a nice guy you got there, huh? Anyways, about the branding change: guess what the new name is gonna be! Alice: What is it, Ben? Meyers: The Kangaroos! The Krazy Kangaroos, officially. You said you liked kangaroos, right? I bothered the school board about it, I contacted the right people, yada yada yada. I was really getting sick and tired of the whole "Tasmanian Devil" thing. It did nothing for us, honestly. "Peace, Freedom, Devils"? What kind of psycho decided upon that trash, eh? Our marching band isn't even matching up to Panorama. I wish we had more funding so- Alice: Do you want my honest opinion, Ben? Meyers: Uh-sure! Alice: That branding is god awful. And I know what you're trying to do. You've been trying to act nice just so you can get far too close for my comfort. I'm engaged. I don't want you. Please, can you quit? Meyers: What are you talking about? Alice: Ben, I can see you staring at my breasts every time we have meetings. That's the only reason why you make meetings, anyway. Just to see me. It's not just me you've done this to, either. You've pulled this with Amy, Ren, Julie4, must I go on? I can hear your disgusting conversations about me with people who want nothing to do with you. People are quitting because of you. We can't keep hiring new people who will leave within a month because you keep hitting on absolutely any female you see. Nobody likes it, stop. 10 second silence. Alice: I'm not sick, Ben. I called in sick because I needed a break from you. You're making everyone's lives hell. Just please stop. Do you not have a wife? What is it, Rose? Isn't that her name? Meyers: Fuck you, Ruth. Everything about you is trash. I shouldn't have let you anywhere near this damn job and now you want to try to destroy my career? Is that what you really want, you piece of shit? All I wanted was to have dinner- Alice: No, that's not all you wanted. Meyers: Would you just shut your fucking trap for a second? I am so sick of you. How come you'll give that douchebag Jack whatever he wants but you can't spare me some time?! Alice: You're drunk. Hang up now and spare yourself the embarrassment next time I come into work. Meyers: Oh, you won't be coming into work; not while I'm there. You're fired. Alice: You're a narcissistic alcoholic, Ben. Get help. Meyers: Fu- <End recording, 09/12/1943, 9:48 PM> Following this, Alice began working for Panorama Community College. Addendum 7499.05 09/15/1943 Incident Summary The 09/15/1943 Incident (abrv. 7499.05 Incident) was an event that initially commenced when Benjamin Meyers left his residence immediately following Addendum 7499.04. MTF Nova-1 ("The Watchers") were able to discover Meyers exiting his home roughly 10 minutes after his phonecall with Ruth Alice. Before leaving, Meyers was observed writing in the book found in Addendum 7499.04 and packing various items such as cloth bags, ropes, knives, the beartraps previously set down, and the cage of Tasmanian devils. The same day, the tracker on Meyers' car broke off due to him backing into a mailbox. Unable to locate Meyers, MTF Sydney-8 ("Midnight Visitors") and MTF Nova-1 ("The Watchers") were promptly dispatched to Meyers' neighborhood. MTF Sydney-8 investigated what Meyers wrote, and MTF Nova-1 spread across the neighborhood to locate his car. The log for this is as follows: 09/15/1943 Incident Exploration Log 1/2 Date: 09/12/1943 Exploration Teams: MTF Sydney-8 ("Midnight Visitors") | MTF Nova-1 ("The Watchers") Subject: Benjamin Meyers' Neighborhood Team Leads: SD-8 Crawford / NV-1 Joaquin Team Members: SD-8 Walker / SD-8 Navarro / SD-8 Sage | Various NV-1 Members [BEGIN LOG] SD-8 Crawford: Alright boys, it's time for Round 2. SD-8 Sage: Way too early for this shit. SD-8 Crawford: Lighten up, Sage. You only woke up 20 minutes ago. SD-8 Walker: Night shift's daily wonders. Site Command: SD-8, your radio should be separated from Nova-1's. Do you hear them at all? SD-8 Crawford: Nope. Site Command: Good. You should be able to hear Joaquin when he signals over both radios. He'll relay important info to you and your group. You'll do the same if needed. SD-8 Crawford: Gotcha. SD-8 Navarro: Copy, you mean? SD-8 Crawford: Shut up, Navarro, I'm the team lead here. Site Command: You'll engage after NV-1 does. Stay prepared for when they give the message. SD-8 Crawford: Copy that. SD-8 Walker: There you go. SD-8 Crawford: I'll shoot you too, Walker. SD-8 Sage: Good thing he lives in a quiet neighborhood. Makes my life a lot easier. SD-8 Navarro: The back door lock should already be picked from the last time we were here. Keep your guards up. SD-8 Crawford: We'll have to hurry over there, too. People are still awake. Stay quiet and I swear to god if any of you trip on a bottle of tequila, you're giving me 200 pushups when we get back. SD-8 Sage: Sure thing, boss. Radio statics. NV-1 Joaquin: NV-1 is in position. Engaging now, over. NV-1 Joaquin's message cuts off. SD-8 Crawford: Well, shit. Here we go. Engage now, hurry. SD-8 scurries to Meyers' home and successfully opens the back door. MTF Sydney-8 entering Benjamin Meyers' home during the 09/15/1943 incident. (SD-8 Crawford center, SD-8 Navarro left.) SD-8 Crawford: Quick, move in. SD-8 Navarro: Don't mean to point out the obvious but watch for bottles. Chances are this guy hasn't cleaned up his house. SD-8 Walker: We don't know his whereabouts yet, so we might wanna hurry up checking the house. SD-8 Sage: We don't need to check the house. He hasn't pulled any shady shit anywhere other than in his basement. We just have to make sure the devils don't break out of their cage and we're golden. SD-8 Crawford: NV-1 will send the signal once they've found 'em. Don't need to worry about how quickly we're going, that only leads to problems and stress. He's not gonna pop up out of nowhere and start attacking us or something. If he does, that's what we have guns for. SD-8 Walker: Roger. SD-8 Crawford: Follow my lead. Help me break these planks off the door. SD-8 swiftly breaks the planks and locks off the basement door. SD-8 Crawford: Good. We all have our RAZARs5 on? SD-8 Navarro: Got it. SD-8 Walker: Yup. SD-8 Crawford: Sage? SD-8 Sage: Uh-yeah, got it. SD-8 Crawford: Alrighty, then. Get out your tranquilizers. We're gonna shoot the sons of bitches once we clear the basement. Walker, watch our backs, will ya? SD-8 Walker: Roger. SD-8 moves down the basement but quickly stops. SD-8 Crawford: Wait, something new. SD-8 Sage: What is it? SD-8 Navarro: He set up beartraps. They're at the front of the stairs and also might be around the rest of the basement. SD-8 Crawford: I'll kick them across, then. Stay up here 'til I say it's clear. SD-8 Crawford steps towards the last stair and kicks the contraptions across the basement floor. SD-8 Crawford: Shit, they're already starting to make noise. It's clear, get down here! SD-8 hurries down the stairs and tranquilizes the Tasmanian devils. SD-8 Walker: Okay, cool. Now that we don't have to worry about that mess, this place doesn't look like it's changed much. SD-8 Sage: I'm assuming you didn't see the several beartraps set around this basement and also the refrigerator that collapsed on the floor. There's ants and beetles everywhere, man. I'm not much of a bug kinda guy so I'm happy I have this gear on or else I'd be out of this room by now. SD-8 Crawford: Yeah, well, you're just a big baby, Sage. But check this out: SD-8 Crawford points to the cage. SD-8 Crawford: You guys see the big dents and stuff all around the cage? Pieces of glass are in the cage too, probably cut the poor beasts up. This doesn't look like it can hold up much longer. He must've gotten comfy abusing the poor things. SD-8 Navarro: What did he write in the book? SD-8 Crawford: Shit, I forgot about that. SD-8 Sage: It has an address on here. "Ruth's Address: ████ ██████ Street. I will kill her for you, my superior." SD-8 Walker: Wait, is that it? SD-8 Sage: There's just a bunch of scribbling after that. SD-8 Crawford: Wait, fuck! SD-8 Crawford signals over both radios. SD-8 Crawford: I think we've found where he's going. It's-uh-████ ██████ Street. Says it in this book. NV-1 Joaquin: Roger that, on our way. SD-8 Crawford ends the signal. SD-8 Crawford: Well. I guess we know where he's headed. Command, does Nova-1 need any assistance on this guy? Site Command: You're far closer to Ruth's home than the majority of Nova-1 is. At the moment, only 2 are nearby her house. SD-8 Crawford: Damn. Okay, uh, we need a ride there. Site Command: Sending a few from Nova-1 to pick you up now. It should only take a few minutes. SD-8 Crawford: Roger, on our way out now. Alright, now we're in a rush. We gotta put the locks back on the door, move the beartraps back, and be outside in a few minutes. Let's move. SD-8 Navarro: Copy. In 3 minutes, SD-8 is capable of completing the aforementioned set tasks. The NV-1 vehicle sent by Site Command makes it to SD-8's position on time. [END LOG] While progressing towards Alice's home, SD-8 and NV-1 reported noticing Meyers' vehicle parked on the side of a nearby street. Meyers was not seen in the vehicle, however, and was assumed to have directly cut through the woodlands by where the car was situated in an attempt to shorten the length between him and Alice's home. Analysis of Meyers' automobile after the Addendum 7499.05 exhibited nothing of use. Within several minutes, SD-8 and NV-1 arrived at Alice's home. Surrounding the area, both forces were able to locate Meyers peeking through the backdoor window. During this period, Site Command notified both groups that Alice's husband was absent from the premise on account of night shift work. Meyers seemed to have acknowledged this fact and, in accordance, shattered the glass of the window to enter Alice's residence. SD-8 was ordered to promptly close in on the area while NV-1 was on the lookout for feasible events taking place on the outside. The log for SD-8s engagement precedes as such: 09/15/1943 Incident Exploration Log 2/2 Date: 09/12/1943 Exploration Teams: MTF Sydney-8 ("Midnight Visitors") | Subject: Ruth Alice's home Team Leads: SD-8 Crawford Team Members: SD-8 Walker / SD-8 Navarro / SD-8 Sage [BEGIN LOG] SD-8 Crawford: Shit! Close in, quick! SD-8 Navarro: Activate your RAZARs. SD-8 Crawford: Sage, I'm gonna have you armed and ready to fire. Rest of us, we're gonna stay back and make decisions from there. We're gonna have to strictly go off of gut feeling and instinct from training. SD-8 Sage: Roger that. SD-8 Walker: Y'know sometimes I really wish I chose the dayshift. SD-8 Navarro: "Night shift's daily wonders" my ass. SD-8 Crawford: Looks like he set the beartraps right in front of the hallway and the cage by a door, which I'm not quite sure if it's the basement door or not. If I had money to bet, he's down the hall. Faint stumbling is heard in the background audio, followed by a sudden, violent scream. SD-8 Crawford: Yep! That's definitely where he is! Jump in, now! SD-8 jumps through the shattered window and into Alice's dining room. SD-8 Crawford: Hide behind something, anything. We might get lucky and waste this son of a bitch tonight. SD-8 Walker: That's if he's not already wasted right now. SD-8 Sage: Funny joke, Walker. SD-8 Navarro: Scram! Now! SD-8 Crawford and SD-8 Navarro hide in a close position behind the dining room table. SD-8 Sage ducks behind a couch in the accessible living room. SD-8 Walker opts to lay flat on the floor next to the kitchen cabinets. Meyers is seen dragging Alice, who has a tied cloth bag around her head, and throwing her to the floor. Muffled screams stem from underneath the bag. Meyers: Your screams mean absolutely fucking nothing! Meyers rattles the cage of the Tasmanian devils in an obvious attempt to trigger them. Meyers: Do you hear them? Listen to them well, Ruth. I've starved 'em for days for this moment. They're just as excited as I am! SD-8 Crawford cautiously begins to move while avoiding noise. He signals SD-8 Navarro to follow his lead. Meyers: You have a similar layout to my house, heh. I wonder if your basement looks the same, too. Meyers approaches the basement door and opens it. Meyers then stomps the cage and kicks it towards Ruth. Meyers: (cackling) Loud, ain't it!?! Meyers grabs Alice by the cloth bag and lifts her off the ground. Taking her by the neck with his forearm, he steps towards the basement. SD-8 Crawford and SD-8 Navarro move from their spaces and aim their rifles directly at Meyers. SD-8 Crawford: Hands up where I can see them! Meyers instantly turns to SD-8 Crawford in surprise. SD-8 Walker and SD-8 Sage move out from their positions, with their guns still pointed at Meyers. SD-8 Navarro: If you don't want to be dragged onto the ground and have every piece of bone in your arms shattered, I suggest you put your fucking hands up and get down. Meyers: Who are you? SD-8 Sage: The last people you'll ever see outside of prison, now follow instructions before we laser your ass back to the stone age. Meyers looks around the room momentarily. In one sudden move, he crouches to open the cage. However, Meyers is shot in the shoulder by SD-8 Sage before he can entirely open it. Meyers falls backward and tumbles down the basement stairs. Alice covers her ears and fearfully screams. SD-8 Crawford: Don't worry, Ruth. He's gone now. Alice: How do you know my name!? SD-8 Crawford: Because I have superpowers. SD-8 Walker: You need to stop. SD-8 Crawford removes the cloth bag from Alice's head. SD-8 Crawford: If it makes you feel any better, you're not gonna remember any of this at all by tomorrow morning. Alice: I'm confused…who are you people!? SD-8 Sage: Don't worry about it. You're never gonna see us again after tonight, and it's not like you'll even remember us to begin with. We are nobody to you. But we will remember you. You are someone to us. SD-8 Walker: God, I feel like I'm getting the spins. SD-8 Crawford: Navarro, with me. We're gonna take him. Alice glances at the cage. Before SD-8 Crawford and SD-8 Navarro enter the basement, Alice flings the cage of Tasmanian devils down the stairs, which bursts open upon impact. Alice then locks the door and closes it. SD-8 Crawford: Jesus Christ! SD-8 Sage: What the fuck?! SD-8 Walker: Wait, what just happened? Meyers is enveloped and torn apart by the pack of rabid animals. His screeches of pain are present in the background of the audio footage. SD-8 Crawford: What the hell? W- 3 second pause. SD-8 Crawford: Well shit. SD-8 Walker: That was tragic, to say the least. SD-8 Sage: I'm glad I got to be the one to shoot him. SD-8 Crawford: You should be, Sage. I'm proud of all of you, I really am. You guys have come a long way in training and I'm genuinely happy to say I'm your captain. SD-8 Navarro: It's been an experience, captain. SD-8 Walker: Hoorah. SD-8 Sage: Always ready for more. SD-8 Crawford: Now, with that out the way, McDonald's or Hungry Jack's? It's a little different, y'know, since we're in Australia, but I could go for any food at all right now and those just happen to be the cheapest options. Alice: Sir? SD-8 Crawford: Oh, right. [END LOG] Alice was registered Class-B amnestics following Addendum 7499.05. After Addendum 7499.05, SMCC was officially shut down and SCP-7499 was subsequently declared Neutralized. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7499" by DrIrrelevance, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7499. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Name: Marching Band in the Grand Centenary Parade, Brisbane, 12 September 1959 Author: Queensland State Archives License: Public Domain Source Link: flickr Name: 2018-033/71 Author: Community Archives License: Public Domain Source Link: flickr Name: HMR2-09-06b Author: Deseronto Archives License: Public Domain Source Link: flickr Name: (Portrait of man in suit) Author: Tudor Washington Collins License: Public Domain Source Link: Wiki Commons Name: Urban Training Author: Marines License: Public Domain Source Link: Wiki Commons Any edits made to the images shown above were made by this article's author, DrIrrelevance. Footnotes 1. See Description paragraph 5. 2. See Addendum 7499.04. 3. Another local community college in Brisbane. 4. Presumably all of which worked for SMCC. 5. Term for Foundation-provided night vision visors
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SCP-7500
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Tstaffor Author Page | Podcast | Feeling Lucky? Tstaffor's Best of: SCP-6557 - Annihilation From a Cross Across Time SCP-5846 - The One-Stop Shop SCP-6547 - Worlds Within Worlds Within Worlds… SCP-7500 pictured smiling. Item #: SCP-7500 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7500 is buried in the Caheragh Old Cemetery. Description: SCP-7500 was Donovan Hanlan, an Australian male of Irish heritage with the ability to subconsciously manipulate probability. Whenever SCP-7500 was in a situation with multiple possible outcomes, the outcome that SCP-7500 would deem to be the best option occurred. Due to this effect, SCP-7500's health did not degrade during its time in Foundation custody. The plaid vest SCP-7500 wore at all times had a four-leafed clover pinned to it. This is suspected to be the source of its powers, although it shows no anomalous properties when utilized by anyone other than SCP-7500. During its containment, SCP-7500 refused all requests to remove the jacket. Addendum 7500.1 — Associated Phenomena: After records of the same individual dating back to 1754 were discovered, Foundation agents were dispatched to record SCP-7500's daily life to check for any abnormal incidents. Date: 05/23/2002 Location: Melbourne, Australia [SCP-7500 is walking down the street when it encounters a young woman selecting bananas from a sidewalk corner store.] SCP-7500: Try these ones, lass. [It selects a bunch of ripe bananas without looking and hands them to the woman.] Woman: Okay, thanks? [SCP-7500 then smiles and continues walking.] Date: 05/28/2002 Location: The Crown Melbourne [SCP-7500 plays a slot machine, winning 1.3 million dollars.] Date: 06/13/2002 Location: Castlemaine1 [SCP-7500 and its husband,2 Oliver, are walking down the street] Oliver: See, a trip isn't too stressful! SCP-7500: A day trip an hour away from home is a lot different from going back to ol' Irelan, Oliver. Oliver: I know that. I'm just so sure they'd be excited to meet you! SCP-7500: I know, it's just a worry I've got in the back of me 'ead. Oliver: I would come with you. You aren't alone in this, Don. [SCP-7500 hangs its head, looking down to notice a quarter on the sidewalk.] Oliver: Well look at that, a lucky penny! SCP-7500: Heh, it's a quarter, Oliver. Oliver: Still, it's a good omen. Date: 07/18/2002 Location: Melbourne [SCP-7500 is approaching a crosswalk. Agent Harrison, attempting to trail it, approaches too closely and is noticed by SCP-7500.] SCP-7500: Allow me t' get that for you! [SCP-7500 attempts to press the crosswalk button, but is unable to activate the device.] Agent Harrison: Uhh, it's alright, I'll just get the button. SCP-7500: That you ain't! I might not be hitting this button, but that means you won't be either, son. Agent Harrison: I'd really like to cross the stre— [A 3-car collision occurs in the middle of the intersection.] SCP-7500: Ah, there she is! I just had to press in the center there. Date: 02/27/2003 Location: The Cup and Bean3 Barista: Donovan! Nice to see you. It's been a while, hasn't it? SCP-7500: That it has, Charlotte, that it has. I've just had… a lot on me mind. I'd like the usual. Barista: Well, it must be your lucky day, because it's the first time since you were last here that the hot chocolate's on special. [As the barista is preparing the drink, the whipped cream can gets stuck, causing her to add twice the normal amount of whipped cream.] Barista: Oliver told me you're headed out to Ireland tomorrow. I'll miss chatting with you, mate. SCP-7500: Thank ya Charlotte, I've appreciated er'y one of our talks. Date: 02/28/2003 Location: Tullamarine Airport [SCP-7500 and its husband enter the airport.] Oliver: I know you're confident in your… abilities, but I still think we should have booked our tickets. SCP-7500: Don't ye worry Oliver, I'm sure it will all turn out alright. [Both approach the desk.] Receptionist: Hello, are you wanting to check in your baggage today? Oliver: Actually, we're hoping to book our flight with you. Receptionist: And where is it you'll be traveling? Oliver: Cork International Airport. Receptionist: You seem to be in luck! There are just two tickets left for a direct flight from MEL to ORK. Oliver: We'll take them! SCP-7500: Actually, looking outside, it seems a storm's rollin' in. Due to the sudden emergence of a storm, Foundation agents confirmed SCP-7500's anomalous abilities and were able to apprehend it before it boarded its flight. Addendum 7500.2 — Interview Logs: The following is an excerpt from SCP-7500's weekly therapy sessions. Dr. Summers: Good evening, Donovan.4 How has your day been so far? SCP-7500: I guess it's been okay. Same ol', same old. Dr. Summers: Now, it's been a while since we talked about the day you were… the day you arrived here. I'm correct in thinking you were headed to Ireland to visit your descendants? SCP-7500: Aye, that I was. It was gon'ta be my first time back there in what'as it been? A hundred years or so? I spose I wasn't too ready for the trip. Dr. Summers: Don, did you cause that storm? SCP-7500: Honestly, I can't tell ya. These powers, I'm not in control of 'em. Things just sort of… turn out well. It should've cleared up. We should've been able to make it to ol' Irelan. Dr. Summers: Don, did you want to go to your homeland? SCP-7500: That be a troublin' thought don't it? It's not that I don't want t' see them. It's just… it's been so long. The following interview was conducted four years after initial containment, ten minutes before the cessation of SCP-7500's anomalous properties. SCP-7500: Thanks for takin' the time to talk with me. Dr. Kelp: Any time, Donovan. SCP-7500: I've had a lot of time to think since ye lot locked me up in here. I think I've made my decision. Keppler, have you ever been in a moment of your life where you know you only had two options? Dr. Kelp: I can't say that I have, no. SCP-7500: Aye, a wee lad like yourself probably hasn't. Dr. Kelp: I'm 56. SCP-7500: That's beside the point. I've come to a decision about this place, doctor. I need to leave. Dr. Kelp: I'm sorry Don, but you know we can't do that. You're an anomaly. Anomalies don't really… leave this place. SCP-7500: I'm mighty aware of that. There don't be anything normal about me anymore. I've had my time. I know how old I should look, but… I miss my husband. You'd let me leave if I didn't have the powers, wouldn't you? Dr. Kelp: In all likelihood, but I don't see why that's relevant. SCP-7500: I won't be around much longer now. If I don't make it long enough, I beg ya, tell Ollie I love him. [SCP-7500 stood up, leaving its jacket hanging on the chair. The interview concluded, and SCP-7500 returned to its chamber without incident; the jacket was placed in temporary storage until required again.] The following day, tests performed on SCP-7500 determined its anomalous properties to be neutralized. Due to its cooperative nature, and the rapid decay of its body due to the cessation of anomalous intervention, SCP-7500 was allowed to leave containment with Foundation escort. SCP-7500 flew to Ireland and reunited with its 7th-great-grandchildren.5 Two days after this, it expired. Its husband Oliver buried it alongside all previous generations of the Hanlan family in the Caheragh Old Cemetery with the clover from its jacket planted over its grave. Footnotes 1. A small town outside Melbourne. 2. According to courthouse records from both Ireland and Australia, this was SCP-7500's 17th spouse. 3. A local coffee shop. 4. Use of SCP-7500's given name was allowed due to it helping SCP-7500's mental state. 5. Although SCP-7500 was not allowed to disclose to them this relation due to its normally impossible nature. Porridge □ More by Tstaffor □ ▣ More by Tstaffor ▣ Tstaffor's Author page! If you like my writing, check out my Podcast with Luxaiko! The Scip Squad Podcast Hub SCPs SCP-6868 Rating: 412 SCP-7500 Rating: 313 SCP-6552 Rating: 166 SCP-3837 Rating: 141 SCP-6557 Rating: 137 SCP-6558 Rating: 96 SCP-5722 Rating: 94 SCP-6547 Rating: 94 SCP-5847 Rating: 93 SCP-5846 Rating: 92 SCP-7979 Rating: 74 SCP-6554 Rating: 71 SCP-6226 Rating: 70 SCP-6067 Rating: 64 SCP-1551-EX Rating: 52 SCP-6553 Rating: 50 SCP-555-J Rating: 47 SCP-6551 Rating: 39 SCP-6588 Rating: 37 SCP-5846-J Rating: 27 Tales Log of Non-Anomalous Items Rating: 209 SCP-173 But... it's a Collaborative Log Rating: 178 SCP-173 But... Rating: 165 Mfw Rating: 101 Goat VR? More like Goat VeRy bad game! Rating: 78 Log of Non-Anomalous Items II: Sequels are Always Worse Rating: 75 The Knights of Wonder Rating: 37 The Unhuman Experience: Former Prime Minister Harold Holt Rating: 29 MZL-1915 Rating: 25 GOI Formats SPC-3008 Rating: 302 Herman Fuller Presents: Shapes the Clown Rating: 14 Hubs Format Screw Hub Rating: 139 The Scip Squad Podcast Hub Rating: 44 Art An ASCII Egg That Kills You For No Reason Rating: 40 Bubbly Bobby the ASCII Ducky Rating: 40 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-7500" by Tstaffor, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-7500. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: smile.png Name: Happy people live longer Author: Marg License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/gebala/1085754525/
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SCP-8501
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Item#: 8501 Level3 Secondary Class: ticonderoga Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: critical link to memo SCP-8501 Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-8501 has currently proven to be impossible despite escalating containment attempts. Former MTF Gamma-35 "Pavement Scrapers" is to be reorganized into Research Task Force Lambda-42 "Isekai Trash" headed by researchers Thomas Yaltz & Dr. Jasper Coldsmith. RTF-42 "Isekai Trash" is to be stationed at a Site-64 lab annex containing the Coldsmith-Yaltz Extra-planar Instance Manifestation Detector (CYEIMD) to record instances of SCP-8501 manifestations and those affected. Description: SCP-8501 is an extra-planar entity that to date has always taken the form of a type of vehicle belonging to the "Isuzu Elf" brand of trucks manufactured and sold in Japan. The most common form is usually the sixth-generation hi-cab box truck though it has used variants in the series of vehicles such as vans, different styles of trucks, and an ambulance variant. It is currently unknown why it prefers to manifest in this form. Upon manifestation of an instance of SCP-8501, a unique burst of Akiva Radiation and Elan-Vital Energy (EVE) will split apart a dimensional membrane from which the entity emerges. The aforementioned CYEIMD has been developed to locate these instances. Addendum.8501.1: Discovery: This entity was discovered on 11/17/20██ by researchers Dr. Jasper Coldsmith & Thomas Yaltz upon a "work-vacation" experiment, involving Yaltz's inherent extra-dimensional travel abilities to travel in-dimension, in Akihabara, Japan. Equipment utilized in their research unexpectedly picked up readings from something else, upon which investigation revealed the existence of this anomaly. Discovery Video Log Transcript Date: 11/17/20██ Subject: Discovery of SCP-8501 Team Lead: Dr. Jasper Coldsmith Team Members: Researcher Thomas Yaltz [BEGIN LOG] Coldsmith: Alright. Recording devices activated and syncing telemetry to my shell. Coldsmith turns around to face Yaltz in civilian clothing, wearing clothes branded with various popular Japanese TV shows and cartoon characters. Yaltz is holding a handbook for translating basic phrases from English to Japanese. Yaltz: Hey, so magic is real, the Fae are a thing, and the ports - you know all that, right? Yaltz leans forward and speaks in a hushed voice. Yaltz: What if we just found Yōkai, man? Coldsmith: I'm… huh. You know, I don't recall what anomalies are in Japan. I'm sure if those are a thing, we must have documentation of them, right? Shit, are there any Nexuses in Japan? We should've done more research before taking our… testing here. An electronic tone with significant variances in pitch is audible. Coldsmith: Something is… moving from the detected breach instance. Pretty large. Let's head out, and don't forget the hotel keycard. Extraneous footage removed for brevity - see Full Transcript 8501-1. Yaltz and Coldsmith navigate to the area of interest. Coldsmith gestures for Yaltz to stop. Coldsmith: In a low voice Alright. We're coming up on something. Whatever it is is emanating a large amount of EVE, and something else. It's messing with my more esoteric sensors. Yaltz and Coldsmith turn a corner and walk into a residential zone. Camera footage spots an Isuzu Elf brand truck decelerating and stopping completely at a traffic light, which displays a "stop" signal. Yaltz: whispering in irritated tone Are you fucking kiddi- The traffic lights begin to erratically blink, displaying "stop", "slow", and "go" randomly. The truck's engine roars as it accelerates into the path of a pedestrian. The pedestrian is thrown down the road as a result of the collision. The vehicle turns and continues speeding down the street, out of Coldsmith's sensor view. As the truck hits the pedestrian, telemetry from the scanning equipment goes wild with fluctuations. Both personnel run to a nearby vending machine to covertly surveil and assess the situation. The camera zooms in and depicts a teenager, wearing the uniform of [DATA EXPUNGED] High School. A badly damaged smartphone and the remains of a water bottle are nearby. Coldsmith: Shit. Hold on. Coldsmith assesses the situation and approaches the corpse, his shell scanning the area ..Alright, got a copy of his phone data. Coldsmith gestures to Yaltz.Let's get out of here and put in an anonymous call to an ambulance. We should call work. What's the nearest site? Yaltz: Truck-Kun is real. Not what I expected to find today… I expected flavorful local food. [END LOG] Emergency services were anonymously called to the area. The victim's body was found to possess trace contamination by AKIVA Radiation and EVE in the area of termination and within 1 meter of the corpse until approximately 15 hours later. Coldsmith's sensor array reported a significant upward fluctuation in AKIVA energy and a dimensional rupture at the moment of impact. The remains were confirmed to be otherwise non-anomalous and within the baseline, cleared, and released to the family for funeral services. Cover story VM-DUI-32 disseminated and local CCTV systems wiped. Information from the victim's phone data has been used to seek a pattern in victims, and with knowledge of the anomaly's existence to help extrapolate past incidents. With data from other incidents, the following criteria for people that can or will be affected by the anomaly are as follows, note that not all are required: A fan of manga or anime, in particular of the "Isekai" fantasy genre. Suffering from depression. Isolation or distance from peers. Self-isolation from others. Feelings of being unfulfilled or of being disassociated with baseline society. Addendum.8501.2: Containment Attempts: The Coldsmith-Yaltz Extra-planar Instance Manifestation Detector (CYEIMD) has been constructed to better track the emergence of dimensional breaches from SCP-8501. Breaches are not instant but instead are built over a period ranging from days to weeks before a manifestation spawns forth. The closer to the time of emergence the stronger a secondary weaker signal is detected in the area belonging to the intended target. Utilizing this information and detection capability, Mobile Task Force Gamma-35 "Pavement Scrapers" has been organized to attempt to halt and contain instances of SCP-8501 manifestation. Containment Attempt #1 Location: Cedar Falls, Iowa Log: A manifestation was detected, and the target was confirmed as a student of the University of Northern Iowa. The university is put into lockdown under the cover story of a bomb threat scenario. Foundation agents proceed to take up place around the university and set up barricades dressed as local police. A dimensional breach is confirmed and the manifested truck maintains an irregular looping route through the area during the duration of the lockdown. Eventually, the lockdown is lifted after several days to maintain public order with Foundation agents remaining on site. The target is shadowed by agents and leaves campus only to be struck down by the manifestation despite efforts to curtail its travel path with appropriated local police cruisers. Afternotes: Did not expect the first manifestation since preparing to contain it to not be in Japan. A bit worrisome if it can manifest globally. - Dr. Coldsmith Containment Attempt #2 Location: Wellington, New Zealand Log: The breach was located with time to spare, the task force has set up several stronger barricades around the area under the guise of public works construction. A plainclothes squad has been assigned to oversee the target's safety. Reinforced concrete barricades and tire deflation devices were set up in positions immediately surrounding, and in the vicinity of, the dimensional rupture; the road surrounding the area was also purposefully damaged and made harder to navigate. The steel containment cube placed over the dimensional breach was visibly damaged from within; severe denting and buckling became visible before the structure was destroyed approximately 4 minutes later. The manifestation broke through at high velocity through the breach, shooting out through the blockades onto the damaged road and backup barricades. The manifestation drove over and past several rows of spike strips, and over an anti-vehicular landmine, without significant effect to vehicle performance. It then proceeds through several reinforced Jersey barriers with no visible deceleration; the forces required to destroy the barriers were significantly higher than what a truck of approximate design and mass could exert upon a barrier, even at the vehicle's top speed. Video of the incident shows that no significant damage was able to be inflicted upon the vehicle, with minor dents reforming and scorch marks from the landmine rapidly dissipating. The vehicle's tires did not appear to be affected in any way. The manifestation continued without interruption in tracking down the intended target, crashing through the front windows of a coffee shop, colliding with, and terminating, the target. Despite multiple bystanders being directly in the proximity of the collision, no injuries were recorded. The manifestation proceeded to retreat as if in a hit-and-run scenario before it was lost track of; no truck matching SCP-8501's appearance was found in the area. Afternotes: Not noted in the initial report but our sensors picked up an expenditure of EVE energy and spikes of Akiva Radiation flowing through the manifestation as it ripped through everything. An unstoppable force of magic and miracles. It should be noted that initial readings were higher than those upon discovery and last manifestation. The dimensional rupture was also present near the victim's corpse after the incident, notably a much smaller rupture. Speculation with the "mythos" of what SCP-8501 seems to be drawing from in popular culture here; it creates a breach its sending something through when it kills its victims. How big of a path do you need for a soul to travel through? - Dr. Coldsmith Extraneous logs redacted due to lack of new data Containment Attempt #13 Location: City of Rovaniemi, Finland Log: Breach detected as standard, higher energy output notwithstanding. Target located is a student at the Lapland University of Applied Sciences. Cover story ready for an internship with an accredited foundation cover facility with a doctor in their field; target escorted onto the bus with plainclothes agents heading to the planned extraction site. Bus joins with an armed escort convoy to a secured exfiltration landing zone in the nearby wilderness past the outskirts of the city. At this time, the manifestation bursts through barricades and obstructions erected around the breach location. Manifestation gains an abnormal amount of speed despite ongoing snow rendering roads unsuitable. Target is sedated for travel, appearance of truck headlights appear at the rear of the convoy despite generous head start and travel conditions. Convoy engages in a delaying firefight against the anomaly. Transport bus arrives at the exfiltration site minutes ahead, escorts transfer the sedated target onto a military transport helicopter, and take off is achieved. Despite the success of take off, anomaly manifestation appears nearby and proceeds to launch off a nearby hill at speed and collides with the rising helicopter. The target is terminated, and the helicopter is destroyed yet despite the circumstances the crew is found later in the wreckage safe among the snow drifts without major injury. Afternotes: Well, despite this action movie bullshit - no non-target fatalities were recorded and any injuries cannot be contributed to the anomaly's direct fault. Some convoy vehicles experienced difficulties and accidents during the suppressing activities earlier in the chase, though due to the weather and environment rather than direct assault. Fourteen deaths so far, and the readings grow steadily each time. During the pursuit, not much can hamper or make the anomaly sustain damage. However, our means have been mostly mundane so far. I could supply thaumaturgically enabled barriers and the like, though what kind of backlash they'd generate when dealing with a seemingly unstoppable object might not be worth it. - Dr. Coldsmith Extraneous logs redacted due to lack of new data Addendum 8501.2.1: Containment Update: Due to the ongoing failure to contain SCP-8501 and in regards to its nature, further containment attempts will cease due to increasing resource expenditures and comparative cost analysis against its manifestations. Even without minimum cover-up procedures, SCP-8501 seems to lessen the impact of its victims' deaths; family & friends mourn and move on with their lives without any lingering issues. These amnestic properties also seem to have been why we have not discovered it sooner, as what is it on the surface besides another tragic accident with people having to move on from it? Mobile Task Force Gamma-35 "Pavement Scrapers" is to be reorganized into Research Task Force Lambda-42 "Isekai Trash" which will be headed by Dr. Coldsmith & Researcher Yatlz. The focus will move toward the study and recording of associated phenomena such as the dimensional breaches left behind upon a victim's death. Addendum.8501.3: Dimensional Studies & Planar Travel Each manifestation of SCP-8501 has two things in common always: its beginning breach into our dimension and a smaller breach left behind upon termination of the victim. At the moment it is believed some amount of energy is expended from SCP-8501's Akiva and EVE reserves to mend its entry wound into our world, and another smaller burst to send something smaller outside of our dimension to somewhere else. Using a stronger and more focused CYEIMD device we have been able to map out the other side of both of these breaches. The former breach, the entry, shows movement just outside the barrier of our dimension meanwhile the second, the death breach, shows a narrow and rapid trajectory not just outside our own but through the in-between dimensional space into others. Utilizing my abilities which have been trained and enhanced over the years with some thaumaturgical ability I will attempt to traverse through the secondary breaches to where we presume the souls of the victims are sent. -Researcher Thomas Yatlz For ease of reference, this is a list of equipment granted to Researcher Yatlz for his travel: One Coldsmith Multi-planar Positioning Device (CMPD) A small pouch of various lab-grown jewels (for trade purposes) A small pouch of gold & silver coins designed after the Roman Aureus and Denarius (for trade purposes) A SIG Sauer P229 .357 handgun with several additional magazines Multiple sturdy travel clothes for various environments A leather satchel "Bag of Holding" A Survival knife with a sheath and belt. One Hi-Def digital camera One week of standard Foundation MREs A set of waterproof binoculars An amulet enchanted with translation runes Various misc. items JP-0626-HF42 Description: I arrived in a forest and wandered around for a few hours before I came across a road being built by large pig-like creatures. My best guess here is more Japanese fantasy-style orcs; not green-skinned and savage looking like in Western media. They gave me directions to their city in the middle of this forest and I arrived about an hour later. The streets were pretty populous with a large variation in races among the people. I've witnessed several fantasy races, ranging from what some might consider standard and those of more monstrous origins. Their city architecture was a mixture of Western medieval and traditional Japanese. I've spotted several idols and shrines littering the streets and buildings of what appears to be their deity, some sort of slime god. Personal Log: I continued to travel around this city for a while and was able to get some of my coins and gems converted to their local currency. After sightseeing for some time I think it's safe to say this is where our victim ended up due to the extreme similarity or influence of Japanese culture here. Asking around it turns out a lot of the local cuisine was introduced by their ruling god. They have potato chips. Afternotes: Retrieved several items of note for study including local currency, a small statuette of their deity, and local goods. Some of the produce obtained for the study is from local farmlands said to be "blessed by the dryads". US-0826-URBF55 Description: I am in a Chicago of all places, and a pretty bad-looking neighborhood. It seems to be the middle of the night and I've decided to wander the streets. Personal Log: Ran into a fight between some vampire ghoul-looking thing and an absolute unit of a man. The guy was like seven feet in a goddamn duster of all things throwing fireballs at the thing while wielding a large revolver in his other hand. Afternotes: Triggered the emergency recall, wandering an alternate Chicago at night is already bad enough without giant wizards fighting vampire monsters in the mix. Our Chicago doesn't have those problems, right? ENG-1126-ISMI77 Description: I have landed in some plains near a road, and proceeded to follow it for some time before coming across a town. Typical European medieval architecture, a mixture of human races and I guess the terminology would be demi-human: humanoids with bestial features. Heard some talk about some "men in green" saving some villagers and sticking it to the empire we're in. Traveled out of town towards the village mentioned only to encounter a truly strange sight on the road: military humvees. Personal Log: The Humvees drive by me only to stop and pull a full reverse. Turns out the Japanese Self-Defense Force is here and they picked me up thinking I snuck into this world somehow since I look and I quote "like an American tourist". I mean, it's not far off. Thankfully was able to convince them I was with the Public Security Intelligence Agency and not an American spy. Their local Foundation branch in that reality covered my ass and I was able to get some more information. Guess some permanent portal opened up in the middle of a city and it led to this fantasy-type world. I also heard they got to kill some dragons with fighter jets. Afternotes: Brought back some local souvenirs I was able to pick up, local currency once more, and traded with some of the JSDF encamped on that world for some of this reality's manga, they got some stuff still going on that ended in our reality. We're sure that our Japan doesn't have this, right? NZ-0227-SCI018 Description: I land in an artificial environment of what I would call modern or futuristic make, definitely not older or fantasy. After wandering through some corridors I end up on what seems to be a main thoroughfare and figure out I'm on a space station orbiting some alien planet. Pretty sci-fi-type space, some alien humanoids and humans. English is as ever "galactic common" it seems so didn't even need the translation magic. The gems and coins weren't really valuable currency here but managed to trade my sidearm for some decent money, old earth ballistic weapons are collector items. Explored the locale for a few days, regular food is expensive and a luxury item while mass-produced consumables and nutrient pastes are the go-to. Personal Log: Did some research on their equivalent of the internet. Pretty widespread interstellar travel with multiple nations throughout the stars. Always wanted to try astronaut food again after the SCP-5775 stuff. Saw some pretty impressive, and huge, space ships. My familiarity with Klingon culture helped me out with some overly aggressive warrior race of panther-like aliens. Afternotes: Grabbed some space tube food for examination, some of their day-to-day electronics like a data pad, and managed to acquire a small laser gun. Can we work on reverse-engineering that gun? I'd love one of those. US-0527-SCIF502 Description: Landed in the middle of a recruitment drive of some sort. I may have been drafted to fight an alien menace in space. Got sent through a basic training course, given some armor with a fancy cape at the end of it. Armed with a very large but questionably designed gun, shoved onto some space transport. I guess I'm off to fight the Insectoid Menace? Why can't they just use bug spray? Personal Log: I guess this is a case of alien intelligence versus humanity. The insects have organic space travel and move through planets like locusts. Hung around for a while, and treated it like I was playing one of those VR games. Initiated an emergency return shift after my unit got overwhelmed and I may have cast chained lightning on a horde of giant praying mantises. Don't need to explain that to these crazy xenophobes. Afternotes: Anyone got some bug spray and a fly swatter? GER-1126-FSB18 Description: Landed in a woodland outside of a walled city, the shortest walk to civilization so far probably on one of these fantasy realms. No issues entering the city, was able to pay the traveler's tax at the gate and got directed to where I could get a currency exchange. I'd say this city was pretty par for the course compared to other realms like it, found an interesting back alley tavern to stay at and I figure I'll see what information I can gather and the areas specialties to bring back for study. Personal Log: I found "The Hoppers Inn" with a sign under this sign pointing "here" to the door. I should've known better in hindsight. Entering this inn I was greeted with great cheer and a call for another round, quite friendly at first glance. Upon second glance I could see only me, myself, and I gathered around multiple tables. Turns out some version of me from this realm set up this inn and entertains ourselves often. Grabbing a meal and a drink, my fellow fellows asked me what "class" I was, and I am proud to say I am one of the few "Wizards" among them gathered there. Afternotes: Pretty sure one of me spiked my drink, that hangover was not natural. File Update Available! Update Loaded. Addendum.8501.4: Termination Attempt: To: tenpics.46etis|htimsdlocj#tenpics.46etis|htimsdlocj From: O5 Council Subject: SCP-8501 It has been brought to our attention from your ongoing efforts in recording readings from SCP-8501 that it will soon crossover the Type Black threshold, we are sending him over as outlined in your proposal. Operation "No New Gods" is approved. Operation: No New Gods: Coldsmith here, the operation is simple and sweet. I have constructed a thaumaturgical enhanced vehicle designed with force-projection shielding to repel any incoming force/energy in addition to being supplemented with anti-belief and banishment runes embedded throughout its frame. Needless to say untested and experimental, also extremely outside of my field of expertise. The plan is to redirect SCP-8501's own Akiva and EVE when it collides with the vehicle into deleting itself from reality. This action combined with some thought control over the internet to make the idea of a "Truck-Kun" from popular media looked down upon should hopefully do it. There are two issues though. One, we need a source of powerful entropy onboard to power it and help delete something from baseline reality. The second issue is that I'll need to possess the vehicle to help regulate the thaumaturgical aspects. The vehicle will be transported and set up in the Bonneville Salt Flats awaiting the next manifestation of SCP-8501. A team will be on stand-by to rapidly exfiltrate the manifestation's target before it completes its dimensional breach. Upon the successful baiting of the manifestation to the Salt Flats, Dr. Gerald will take his seat in the experimental vehicle and turn on the engine. I will possess the vehicle and regulate its thaumaturgical workings including a set of boosters. We will then both proceed to, at speed, head off SCP-8501. With luck, its power will end it. Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: [REDACTED] Subject: SCP-8501 Termination Attempt Team Lead: Dr. Jasper Coldsmith Team Members: Dr. Gerald [BEGIN LOG] Gerald: You know, this is a nice car! I appreciate it they never let me drive anything anymore, and on the Salt Lakes? What a treat, how fast can this go? Coldsmith: You.. you were briefed for this right? Did you read the operation files? Gerald: Yeah a demolition derby with some magic truck right? That's what Clef told me. Coldsmith: Fuck. Sensors loudly beep throughout the vehicle Coldsmith: Alright, that's our guy. Start the car…. gently. Gerald inputs the keys and turns the car on, revving the engine loudly Gerald: Haha! Gerald yanks back the parking brake and starts burning out Coldsmith: Alright, got visuals on my front camera. They've just entered the flats heading for us. We're between them and the target. Hit it. They proceed to speed off, thaumaturgical boosters igniting in the back as rune work embedded throughout the car begins illuminating brightly Gerald: WOOOOOOO! An almost transparent barrier can be seen emanating from the front of the vehicle. Behind the vehicle, energy starts building up as electricity arcs leaving behind a trail of fire Opposite them, the manifestation of SCP-8501 starts glowing brightly, a pure and blinding light encasing it as rainbow energy trails off its tires. At the collision point a large burst of energy, accompanied by a sonic boom, erupts from a now-obscured debris storm. Above in the sky, a rainbow aurora forms as the sky turns darker than night. A roar of metal and a monstrous grinding is heard as something shoots through the debris cloud. SCP-8501roars its engine causing tremors throughout the area. Telemetry lost from the experimental vehicle. [END LOG] ERROR: New Footage Retrieved. Playing Footage. [BEGIN LOG] A tunnel of rainbow energy is shown as the camera from the experimental vehicle flickers on. Coldsmith: Forcing stuff back together with what energy I have left. Did that fucker use our banishment runes against us? Gerald: I don't know what that means but this is trippy. I've never lost a demo derby before. Do I keep driving towards the light at the end of this tunnel? Coldsmith: What li- Vehicle exits tunnel of energy as the scream of wind rips through the audio recording. Coldsmith: Fuck, are we falling? Gerald: Don't worry I've… crashed a plane before! I got this. Coldsmith: This isn't a fucking plane! Gerald: Don't worry, I got this. I can drive anything. I see some lights over there, I'll aim for that. As the vehicle somehow shifts in the air diving a flashing of lights can be picked up in the camera footage coming from an area showcasing significant damage. Camera zooms in revealing a group of people engaging in close combat with an entity twice their size wearing a cloak of dark red fire and shadows. They continue falling through the sky crashing into the aforementioned entity, sheering through its upper torso and grinding it into the ground as the chassis of the car slams and groans before sliding to a halt. Gerald: See, I told you I could make that parking spot. Gerald proceeds to roll down the window and yells to the group of humanoids that were fighting the entity Gerald: Hey, you know guys know how to get back to Earth from here? We're a bit lost. Coldsmith: No don't fucking say that. One of them is probably a victim of SCP-8501 and we just kill stole what I'm assuming to be the Demon Lord from them. I'm activating the CMPD beacon to get Yatlz here. Get driving. Footage cuts off. [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-8501" by Coldsmith, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-8501. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: boxtruck Name: File:ISUZU ELF, 6th Gen, Hi-cab White Box truck.jpg Author: Mj-bird License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:ISUZU_ELF,_6th_Gen,_Hi-cab_White_Box_truck.jpg#globalusage
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A true Warrior fights the War Within, The war to be true to oneself. The war to be free. Even if the Valravn owns your body, they don't own your soul. Become a true warrior, sister. close Info X SCP-8503 The Valkyrie Model Author: Kilerpoyo ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains a content warning: Feminicide, Transphobia/Misgendering, Discussion of Suicide, Survivor's Guilt, Transgression of Body Autonomy, Implied Sexual Abuse, Genocide, Current Wars, Colonialism, Violence ⚠️ content warning I - Europa Gods of the old ways, Grant me the strength of my forefathers, Gods of the new ways, Grant me the wisdom of the Coming Age. Let me be strong in the flesh, Let me be stronger in spirit, For I battle the War Within, And I strive to become a True Warrior. To be worthy of fighting alongside you, To be worthy of dying alongside you, To withstand the coming Ragnarok, Óðinn á yðr alla Pain broke her prayer. Like the pain of her phantom limbs, it was born from an absence—a void that should not be empty. When she prayed, her eyes were closed. When she opened her eyes, her legs were still missing. And the coffin, sailing through the Seas of Id, still burned in her memories. She repeated the process over and over, each time as if expecting a different result. Her broken words had left a faint echo through the halls of the Ásatrú Cathedral, a high-tech temple decorated with brutalist concrete statues of ancient gods and neon-lighted altars dedicated to possible tomorrows. In front of her, the stained glass depicted tragedy in three acts. First: the death of a god pierced by a mistletoe arrow through his heart. Second: the goddess with two faces, one dead and the other alive, rejecting the pleas of a mournful mother. Third: In the sky, a wolf devours the solar chariot; below, Midgard is consumed by flames…. darkness… gunshots… men shouting. The chaos that had consumed her city echoed like the ringing in her ears. Still, the neon lights of Eurtec could reach her shrouded figure through the bulletproof stained glass. She had sworn to protect the city that had already taken so much and, its hunger ever-growing, would keep on taking more. "Faith is a constant battle within ourselves." She felt a hand on her shoulder. His voice was warm. "Can you tell the difference between a soldier and a warrior?" "A soldier fights the War Outside…" She spoke, recalling her childhood lessons. "But a true warrior fights the War Within. Only by winning the War Within can humanity hope to triumph in the War Outside." "Father," she sounded defeated, "what if I'm not meant to be a warrior?" "What makes you doubt, little bird?" "They are not with me, I can't feel them. I can't hear them in the thunder nor in my deepest silence. Am I not worthy of their voice?" "How could you not be worthy of your gods? Of your fate?" His tone was still warm but firm. "The Nornir have spoken…" "Could it be a mistake? It was not from the Nornir, obviously… but maybe we misunderstood." She lowered her head. "Sorry. I didn't mean to commit blasphemy…" "No. Don't apologize. It would be hypocritical for me to judge… I have fallen into that temptation as well. But, even if you can't find trust in the gods, do you still trust your old man?" "Of course I do." She could barely contain her tears. "I need you to trust me, little bird. And I need you to trust Dr. Brandt as if she was me. She shall be like a mother to you." As he spoke, his smile felt sincere. "Yes, sir… father." But her smile didn't. "Remember, this city houses the Silicon Nornir, keepers of the future of mankind and its only hope for the Greater Winter. We, the GOC… no, the Order of the Æsir… we are sworn to protect this hope at all costs from those who would burn this civilization, our home, to ashes. This is our duty… and our fate." "But… What if I'm not meant for this fate?" A single tear escaped her. More were eager to follow. "The Old Ways teach us that no one can escape their Fate. Not even the gods themselves. But don't forget, a new world was born after the first Ragnarok. Hope will always exist, even after the end of things. Humanity will prevail over death and fire." "Dad," she embraced him, finally allowing her tears to fall. "I miss her so much." "So do I, little bird." Item#: 8503 Level4 Secondary Class: argus Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8503-ᚸ's1 true nature is only known to GOI-1024, the Valravn Corporation. All known instances of SCP-8503-ᛒ2 currently operate under the orders of Valravn. As established by the Cartagena Agreement, Section XV "Transparency and Cooperation", the Valravn Corporation has agreed to share comprehensive information regarding SCP-8503 with the Foundation and the GOC. Official observers will be dispatched to Research Station 63 to facilitate this exchange and report on the scientific, strategic, and ethical implications of SCP-8503-ᚸ and -ᛒ. Based on this assessment, the Foundation and the GOC will define their official position regarding the military use of SCP-8503. Description: SCP-8503-ᛒ, designated as the 'Valkyrie Model' by the Valravn Corporation, are cybernetically enhanced human organisms created for combat applications. SCP-8503-ᛒ instances exhibit superior strength, speed, agility, and resilience compared to standard human soldiers. SCP-8503-ᛒ units have shown proficiency in both modern firearms3 and traditional melee weaponry.4 During combat, SCP-8503-ᛒ instances rely on velocity, stealth, and partial bulletproof armoring to overcome enemy fire and quickly terminate their targets. SCP-8503-ᛒ is one of the main assets employed by the Valravn Corporation. Valravn usually deploys SCP-8503-ᛒ for covert infiltration and assassination missions, though their use as shock troops and support alongside conventional forces has been documented. Despite their enhancements, SCP-8503-ᛒ units are vulnerable to both conventional and anomalous weaponry and can be neutralized through concentrated fire. The Foundation possesses limited information on the full capabilities of SCP-503-ᛒ. Studying the anomaly has proven challenging due to Valravn's intellectual property protection practices: SCP-8503-ᛒ units are equipped with a self-destruct function that will activate in case of defeat or capture by an external party. SCP-8503-ᚸ is the anomalous process by which SCP-8503-ᛒ instances are created. While its particularities are currently unknown to the Foundation, SCP-8503-ᚸ is unlikely to be entirely paratechnological due to the increased Akiva radiation5 readings registered around SCP-8503-ᛒ units. Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < ﹫﹫ ﹫﹫ The following recording was retrieved from the headcam of a Volk Division operative near the Russo-Finnish border. A Volk Division squad had tracked a damaged SCP-8503-ᛒ unit to a warehouse. The camera feed shows the perspective of Volk-7. Night vision reveals an interior filled with crates, barrels, and a rusted crane hanging from the ceiling. Volk-7 can see the silhouette of the SCP-8503-ᛒ unit. The tactical HUD signals the lone unit, sitting motionless over a crate at the center of the warehouse. The HUD also highlights the vital signatures and positions of the rest of the squad. The Volk team had surrounded the SCP-8503-ᛒ unit. Volk-7 Baba Yaga is unresponsive. Volk-4, deploy antitank fire. Volk-2, Volk-3, and Volk-6 prepare to engage. Volk-6 fires an antitank HEAT round directly at the SCP-8503-ᛒ unit. As it is about to strike, the target suddenly moves. The video feed switches to slow motion, showing the SCP-8503-ᛒ unit striking the projectile with an elbow and deflecting the trajectory. The video resumes its normal rate. The rocket hits the crane, making it crumble to the ground. Volk-2 and Volk-3 vitals lost. Volk-7 Shit! Fire at will! Volk-6 and Volk-4 fire their heavy machine guns at the anomaly. The SCP-8503-ᛒ unit jumps through the containers, evading the bullets. It draws a blade and lunges over Volk-6, impaling the operative in the chest. Volk-4 keeps firing at the target, but the unit uses Volk-6 as a human shield. Volk-6's body dissolves into a pulp of lead and blood. Volk-6 vitals lost. Volk-4 Volk-7! I need backup! Volk-7! As SCP-8503-ᛒ approaches Volk-4, the camera turns around. Volk-7 is rushing to the exit. Volk-7 Fuck! Fuck! Volk-4 Volk-7! Volk-7! What are yo– Volk-4 vitals lost. The exit is now just a few steps away. Volk-7 gasps, they are about to reach it. The camera suddenly falls and rolls to the ground. Volk-7 vitals lost. The headless body of Volk-7 now lies in front of the camera. The mechanical frame of SCP-8503-ᛒ stands behind it, a bloodied blade in its hands. The SCP-8503-ᛒ unit approaches and grabs the camera, Volk-7's head. Glitch. The feed shows an expressionless white mask, tinted red. Signal lost. Addendum - Geopolitics: Despite growing concern from the international anomalous community, Private Military Contractor involvement in global anomalous security has risen. In the particular case of Valravn, their services have been officially contracted by CALMECAC6 to aid the Mexican government in the War on Drugs against anomalous cartels and extremist guerrilla groups such as Las Víboras, a splinter group from the Serpent's Hand. On the other hand, the Kalmar Treaty between Valravn and the Nordic Council7 was recently renewed. The Kalmar Treaty grants Valravn extraterritoriality and funding for their research facilities and military bases in the Nordic countries in exchange for military aid in the case of an invasion, particularly against the anomalous capabilities of the Volk Division.8 Recently, the Zenith Group9 has lobbied the GOC and the European Union10 to outsource policing and security roles in the Eurtec Freeport to the Valravn Corporation. Opponents of this initiative cite risks inherent to the privatization of security, Valravn's record of human rights abuses, and possible conflicts of interest: Zenith is the majority shareholder of the Valravn Corporation. Proponents point to the rising gang violence in Eurtec's Lower City, where the presence of paracriminal groups such as the Hunter's Black Lodge and the Sin Nombre drug cartel have been confirmed. The latter is credited for introducing the anomalous drug arcángel and the subsequent surge of violence over control of the drug trade that threatens the stability of the metropolis. Newer waves of immigration from conflict zones and climate change refugees have made it difficult to screen out the population in search of radicals. As a result, Chaos Insurgency, Serpent's Hand, and ORIA infiltrators are active in the city, increasing the risk of further destabilization. While concrete evidence is still lacking, it has been proposed that the recent increase in criminal and dissident activity may have been instigated by the efforts of the Volk Division and a recently refounded GRU Division "P". Valravn's proposal for Eurtec's security includes using SCP-8503-ᛒ as their main force against criminal and terrorist targets. The Corporation cites previous successful deployments of SCP-8503-ᛒ in the Middle East and Latin America as evidence supporting the effectiveness of this strategy. While the proposal is being reviewed by the Council of 108, critics have pointed out that the unprecedented mass deployment of an anomaly as a police and security force could escalate conflicts and further legitimize the unrestricted use of anomalies in warfare. For this reason, the Foundation and the GOC have requested Valravn to disclose all relevant information regarding the production and military use of SCP-8503-ᛒ, including SCP-8503-ᚸ. II - Sorbona Helga Thors found herself lost in the child's agony. No one would hear his cries for help; he would remain there, frozen in time, forever half-eaten by the old man. "Dr. Thors, I see you have a fondness for Rubens." "I do, though I prefer Goya's version," replied Helga. She shifted her gaze from the painting on the wall to the woman seated across from her. The older woman smiled gently, almost grandmotherly — it was easy to forget she was E-4, Vice-Chairwoman of the Ethics Committee. "I prefer Goya's as well. Sadly, I was beaten at the auction." E-4 opened a drawer in her desk and pulled out a stack of documents along with a pack of cigarettes. She offered one to Helga, who politely declined. Unfazed, the Vice-Chairwoman lit a cigarette as she began flipping through the pages. "Before we begin, Dr. Thors," She didn't even look at Helga, her gaze still fixed on the document, "I have to say, I thoroughly enjoyed reading your doctoral dissertation. From the title alone, it immediately caught my attention." "The appreciation is always welcome," Helga replied. She glanced at the desk, where a thick document titled 'Of Conflicted Men and Useful Monsters: The Psychological Cost of Moral Dilemmas in the Anomalous Warfront' lay. "Commander Gotz's fate was particularly heartbreaking," E-4 finally lifted her gaze from the document and locked eyes with Helga. "Between you and me, do you wish you had done something differently?" Helga's face betrayed no emotion. So it begins: the interview, she thought. She replied calmly: "Commander Gotz's conundrum began long before I started treating him. I recommended suicide watch and amnestic treatment almost immediately after my first evaluation." Helga paused, Gotz's face had flashed through her memories. She pushed Gotz back into her subconscious and continued. "Unfortunately, it was already too late. There was little I could have done at that point. Instead, I would address the conditions that led Commander Gotz to that situation in the first place." "I support that approach. Please go on." E-4 took a puff of her cigarette. "Commander Gotz had to make a tough call. He had to sacrifice a squad of his troops, leaving them behind to stall the anomaly until reinforcements arrived. The thing is, there were no reinforcements. Containment orders were to dynamite and seal the tunnel." Absolute terror in the dark, she thought. When remembering that unfortunate episode, Helga always felt an odd mixture of horror and scientific curiosity. "Sadly not an uncommon scenario." E-4 exhaled a cloud of smoke, followed by a faint cough. "And Gotz was perfectly aware of that. It was for lying to them — he was their commander and they trusted him — that he could never forgive himself." E-4 stroked her chin. "Had Gotz told them the truth, do you believe it would have impacted the mission?" "In such a critical situation we could not afford the risk of desertion. There was a lot at stake." "Agreed. Sometimes, we have to send our people to certain death. D-classes, soldiers, researchers… no one is exempt. We die in the dark…" E-4 didn't finish the motto, allowing the phantom words to haunt the room instead. "'No one deserves to die in the dark'…" replied Helga. E-4 watched her closely; Thors had awoken her interest. "That is what Gotz said in our last therapy session," explained the psychologist. "I may agree with Gotz here. I'm unsure if no one deserves it, but at least his men didn't. Still…" "Those sacrifices were necessary. Gotz's death, on the contrary, was completely pointless," Helga discretely clenched her fist in frustration, "Despite making the right decision, he was ill-equipped to deal with the aftermath. Could we have helped him cope? Sure, but it would have been better if he never had to make that choice in the first place." Now there was passion in her voice. "We need the right people for the job. The ideal candidate should be able to take an emotional distance from the situation. After studying a myriad of cases, I have found the profile for that candidate." "Someone like Commander Salamanca, if I recall correctly." "Yes, Commander Salamanca was the closest match to the ideal profile. Scoring way higher than Gotz in the Dark Triad,11 he had both the charisma to inspire the troops and the pragmatism to not get attached to them. And when faced with a similar situation to Gotz, he made the right call and suffered no psychological sequelae whatsoever." Helga's eyes glowed with pride. Salamanca was her scientific breakthrough, her 'eureka moment'. "It almost sounds like you admire him." She took a long drag from the cigar. Ashes fell onto the pages of Helga's thesis. "I wouldn't go that far. I was assigned to help integrate him into the Foundation, which he did quickly. He was a fascinating case of study…" Then, Helga crossed her arms and her voice turned somber. "But make no mistake; I know people like him would be a danger to society in most cases. Here, we can give them a better purpose. And take some of the burden from people like Gotz. I think of it as a form of containment." "A Useful Monster…" pondered E-4. "Indeed. Like a Thaumiel type." "So tell me, Helga, do you see yourself more as a Gotz or a Salamanca?" For a moment, Helga froze. The question had caught her by surprise; it wasn’t something she had ever asked herself. "Worry not, I'm not expecting an answer. It's not a question you can answer, at least not now." E-4 smiled as she took another puff of her cigarette. "In truth, I do think you will be a valuable addition to Omega-1.12 You wouldn't be talking to me if that wasn't the case; in other words, I want you in the Task Force. You'll join first as a recruit on a trial mission and, depending on your performance, we'll discuss what comes next." E-4 pointed at Helga with the ember of the cigarette. It looked like a burning finger. "Are you on board with these terms?" "I am. I've already been briefed on the nature of the mission. Valkyries…" "Intriguing, right? The Ravens have finally agreed to share their most precious toys and you'll be in the front row. It will be a spectacle, that is for certain, though I couldn't say if it is one I would personally like to watch," E-4 briefly covered her mouth to cough. "Tell me, don't you feel strange about this mission?" "Do you mean 'strange' besides the usual stuff?" "At first glance it looks like an open-and-shut case, ethically speaking. You don't need a PhD in Parabioethics to recognize that whatever Valravn is doing will be morally repulsive." E-4 sighed. "Almost seems like a waste of our time: like walking into a trash fire and pointing out it is hot and stinks." "True, but someone has to do it," Helga spoke firmly, wanting to show her commitment to the cause. "The situation in Eurtec is delicate and Valravn shouldn't be left unchecked there." "To be honest there is little we can do about it. Zenith is strengthening their chokehold on Eurtec and they have secured the support from other prominent members of the Council of 108. The Universalist Order of the Æsir has a particular interest in the Valkyries. They have negotiated a deal with Zenith and Valravn: their support in exchange for the shield-maidens." The cigarette in E-4's hand was almost consumed. Helga remained silent, waiting for E-4 to continue. "The observers are meant to closely follow two new Valkyrie candidates. The GOC is bringing one of them, someone we believe is related to one of the observers, Hersir Ahlberg. If the process is successful, she will be the first — and probably not the last — Valkyrie to join the GOC. Unfortunately, we don't have the same leverage over Valravn and Zenith the GOC has. We are being invited both as a formality and as a provocation." E-4 coughed, then continued in a sardonic tone, "Sadly, this means we won't be getting a Valkyrie." "Shame." "A little bit. But it doesn't mean we will be leaving empty-handed. Officially, you will be just an observer. Unofficially, let's call it 'applied ethical consulting'." E-4 opened a drawer and grabbed a disk drive. She handed it to Helga, "Here are your instructions, already encrypted. There is plenty of information on the second candidate from a reliable insider source. I also suggest you heavily familiarize yourself with the Jailbreaker's manual." Helga held the drive tightly. "I won't disappoint, E-4." "I'm sure you won't," said E-4 as she took the last puff of her cigarette before stubbing it out on an ashtray. "Although I have greatly enjoyed this conversation, I'm afraid I have other matters to attend to." Helga nodded and said her goodbyes. Just as she was about to leave the room, she heard E-4's voice: "Dr. Thors, one last thing. I must warn you to be extra careful around one Dr. Brandt." "I understand." "No, you don't. She's a bitch." Addendum - Observers' Profiles: Four observers, one from the Foundation and three from the GOC Norse Caucus, are scheduled to travel to Research Station 63 Valkryie HQ, formerly the Kingdom of Valborg, in the northernmost region of the Scandes mountain range.13 They will meet with Dr. Olga Brandt, overseer of the Valkyrie project. The observers will be briefed on the true nature of SCP-8503-ᚸ and -ᛒ and report to the Foundation and GOC to guide recommendations on the military application of this anomaly. Name Specialty Affiliation Note Dr. Helga Thors Military Psychology and Parabioethics Foundation A candidate to join the Ethics Committee and MTF Ω-1, Dr. Thors is expected to prepare a report to the O5 and the Ethics Committee regarding Valravn practices on SCP-8503-ᛒ. Hersir Oswald Ahlberg Modern Anomalous Warfare GOC - Universalist Order of the Æsir Hersir Oswald Ahlberg will assess the model's viability to support GOC operations. Seidr Allen Wells Digital Rune-based Precognition GOC - Servants of the Silicon Nornir Seidr Wells will represent the Silicon Nornir's Higher Wills. Thane Einar Hellström Tactical Thaumaturgy Specialist GOC - Niflheim Armed Tactical Order. Thane Hellström will provide expert opinion regarding military applications of thaumaturgy. III - Juárez The same weird dream again. Déjà vu. A desert, a gun, and a bound man. She took the gun and pointed it at the man's forehead. Nothing personal, no harsh feelings. There was the sound of thunder. Multiple bolts. A whole storm. It rained until the desert was drowned and the world was now an ocean. Waters were calm at the Seas of Id. With rhythmic rowing, the tibia mariner guided the funeral barge through the fog. Her destination was an island, trapped between life and death. A melancholic figure awaited her—dream logic suggested it was a queen, ancient and forgotten. The Queen was a beacon, drawing her barge to the island. Waiting for her was not just the queen, but someone else—someone whose absence burned her soul and whose memory weighed like a chain. But like every other night, just as she was about to reach the island, vigil called… An ocean apart from the technological hub of humanity, Officer Tamayo awoke. Clara. She stared with empty eyes at the stained walls of her hospital room. Pendeja14, she thought. They were mostly empty, except for a painting of a gloomy island. An odd choice for a hospital room. "You better start thinking about your future." The voice of her former commander echoed in her head. "The Policía Paranormal Preventiva15 has its days numbered. Soon CALMECAC will be taking over all of the country's parasecurity duties. You better get in the new bosses' good graces." "It will be quick. A routine raid: find some drug leftovers, burn them, and get some pictures for the press." She just wanted the voice to shut up. "I'm only asking you because I know you have potential. I can only send someone I can trust. Someone in the know about all of this paranormal shit. The top dogs at CALMECAC will be watching. Despite your… lifestyle, I have always looked out for you, don't you agree?" Pinche pendejo palero.16 There was an agonizing, burning pain all over the missing right arm. She closed her one remaining eye and saw it again: that night in the warehouse… the nahual chewing her arm up to the bone, maniacally grinding it until nothing was left. Her right leg suffered a similar fate. Curiously, the phantom leg did not pain her; she only had an intense itch in her missing foot. An itch impossible to scratch. Pendeja, pendeja, pendeja. Esto me pasa por pendeja.17 Next to her, there was a nightstand with a Virgen de Guadalupe effigy and a glass of water. She never prayed and she wasn't going to start now. It was too late anyway. Not even a promise to the Pale Lady could help her now. Lupita, la Santa… todos los pinches santos y dioses se pueden ir a la verga.18 She looked at the identification tag on the door: Paciente #153 José Tamayo López. Rage and nausea boiled in her insides. That name hurt her. That name mutilated her. Yet she never gave herself the chance to get rid of it. The door opened slowly. "May I come in?" A blonde, clearly foreign woman cautiously entered the room, "Officer Tamayo, I presume. I'm Helga Thors from the SC…" "I was curious who would show up first to finish the job — the sicarios from Sin Nombre, or you guys. Well go ahead, don't waste any time any longer. I've been waiting long enough." "We don't seem to be on the same page," Helga said, closing the door behind her. "No shit. It is obvious to me. I have outlived my usefulness and now I'm a loose end. You are here to either wipe away my memory or rip apart my head. Whatever works for you." "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm here on a different business." Helga watched Tamayo closely, unsure how to interpret her bravado. "Is that so?" asked Tamayo, more annoyed than surprised. "Are you familiar with the Valravn Corporation?" "Private security, mercenaries, whatever you want to call them. CALMECAC's new best friend in the drug war. Though everyone knows they work with the cartels. But who doesn't?" Tamayo rolled her eyes. "Also way too into larping for my taste." "We both can agree on that." Helga discreetly inspected the room, searching for clues that might reveal more about Tamayo's personality. However, there wasn’t much to work with. "I'll get straight to the point…" The eerie painting drew Helga's gaze, making her lose track of the conversation. She went silent for a moment before adding: "That's certainly a choice for the decoration of a hospital room." "I thought you were going straight to the point." "All right, sorry. Soon, you'll be visited by a Valravn representative. They want to recruit you for their Valkyrie program." "Me? A Valkyrie?" Tamayo's heart skipped a beat. She felt a spark in her insides, something she hadn't felt in a long time. "But I'm not… I thought I couldn't be one." She whispered, almost to herself. "We are certain you will be the candidate. And if I'm not mistaken you do identify as…" "Don't explain to me who I am." Tamayo sighed. "Why are you here? What does the Foundation want from me?" "We want your help." Helga locked eyes with Tamayo, "In fact, we need it." Tamayo quickly turned her face to avoid Helga's gaze. "To be your spy? Sounds like a lot of trouble. And I'm not particularly in the mood to get into more shit than I already am. What do I gain?" "You are fit for the job. You already sound like a mercenary." Helga was starting to figure out Tamayo's angle. "Fuck you," Tamayo said with a slight laugh. Got her. Helga thought. She now went serious. "Your ambush. Don't you want to get back at the people who did this to you?" "What do you know about my ambush?" replied a somber Tamayo. "We have reason to believe Valravn warned Sin Nombre of the raid. You said yourself: Valravn has been playing both sides of this war since the beginning. That's how they operate, they create the conflict, the victims, and prey on the despoils." "So they crippled me only to hire me. Genius." The wounded policía smirked. "But you don't have to play into their game. You can fight back." "You do realize you are sending me on another suicide mission, don't you?" This time, it was Tamayo looking at Helga's eyes. "Maybe. But you will not be alone. Unlike those who sent you to that warehouse, I'll be there with you." And Helga didn't turn away. Tamayo half-smiled. "How reassuring. And what would be our mission?" "We'll talk about specifics later." "You are full of shit, Helga. Búscate otra pendeja."19 "Tú eres la pendeja que estoy buscando."20 Tamayo chuckled. She could not hide her amusement. "You'll make me blush," she said. Then she turned around and tried to grab the glass of water from the nightstand. After a few bewildering moments, she realized she was trying to do it with her missing arm. "Maybe I'm a pendeja after all." Helga took the glass of water and held it in front of Tamayo's face. "I'm not begging you to work with us, Tamayo. I'm also not trying to buy you." She paused for a moment, before handing the glass to Tamayo. "Still, I think you'll accept for the same reason you became a police officer." "Don't act as if you knew me." Tamayo drank the water in almost one gulp. Then she returned the empty glass to Helga. "I know you are still looking for him. The man who killed Clara." Helga put the glass again on the nightstand, next to La Virgen. "No. Shut up!" Shouted Tamayo, "You don't have any fucking right to play that card on me. There was no justice for her. And there will never be! Not in this godforsaken country." "I don't know if we can still find that asshole. Could still be possible, eventually. But you know this is not just about Clara. This war has taken so many other lives and will keep on taking more. You are right there is no justice here, and as long as Valravn keeps profiting from this hell, there will never be. But we can make a difference. For everyone. For Clara." '"Good speech. Loved the violins at the end." "Thanks, it was only partially improvised." Tamayo looked one last time at the painting on the wall. She was starting to like it. "One question, Helga. Is it true that Valkyries get to choose a cool Viking codename?" "I heard so, but I'm unsure about the exact process. Why do you ask, Officer Tamayo?" "No. Officer Tamayo is gone, he went to live on that gloomy island." She smiled. "You can call me Astrith." Addendum - Description update: SCP-8503-ᚷ, also known as Valkyiriogenesis, is an apotheotic phenomenon of a ritualistic nature. Categorized as Tier 3 in the Liebert-Hikari Apotheosis Scale,21 SCP-8503-ᚸ can also be described as a "corporeal" apotheosis: the transmutation occurs in the subject's original body affecting both physical and spiritual properties. The earliest description of the SCP-8503-ᚸ dates from the 13th century and is found in the Codex Artorious, an extended version of the Prose Edda only known inside anomalous circles.22 This version describes the procedure as merely a sacrificial rite, mandating a neck hanging, and makes no mentions of any anomalous results. Later sources recontextualize it as a rite of passage to "enhance the soul of warriors"23 and add variations to the procedure, however, the baseline structure remains the same. It is unclear exactly how variations influence SCP-8503-ᚸ's results. The Codex Corvinus (14th Century) contains the historical version with the highest known success rate: "From the waters of Mímisbrunnr, oh far maiden shall you drink," "to receive the gift of Tyr, thy lindworm, into her soul" "From an ash tree, fair maiden shall you hang," "In the flesh wounded, but warrior spirit intact," "Tied not from the neck but from the chest," "Pierced in the side, by the sacred spear," "For Nine days hanged the Allfather… "For 9 hours the chosen daughter should hang." "The worthy will rise as chosen among the slain." After completing SCP-8503-ᚸ, a subject has a 63%24 chance of becoming an SCP-8503-ᛒ instance. SCP-8503-ᛒ instances show enhanced strength, durability, and limited thaumaturgical properties. These properties include limited healing capacities, resistance to extreme temperatures, the faculty to perform as a psychopomp,25 and extended lifespan (between 300-500 years). Successful competition of SCP-8503-ᚸ causes sterility. More notably, SCP-8503-ᛒ instances can perform a specific type of thaumaturgy to replace lost body parts, most commonly limbs. This process traditionally involved crafting rudimentary prostheses made from metallic or wooden materials. As long as the prosthesis has the correct articulations, an SCP-8503-ᛒ instance can seamlessly control it as if it were an original part of its body. The prostheses won't require any external power source besides SCP-8503-ᛒ's own Akiva energy. This anomalous property of SCP-8503-ᛒ is the base over which the modern iterations of the Valkyrie Model's cybernetic augmentations are built. IV - Trento Helga couldn't deny it — Valravn took the art of theatrics very seriously. The first council meeting would unfold in an ancient stone hall, fortunately outfitted with modern amenities, including ergonomic chairs. At the heart of the hall loomed the towering figure of a stone shield-maiden, seemingly in conversation with the raven perched on her shoulder. At the statue's feet stood a middle-aged woman, barely illuminated by a faint blue light. She spoke to the council’s guests as if not merely addressing them, but performing on the stage of a long-forgotten drama. "Ladies and gentlemen, as the Lead Researcher on Station 63, it is an honor to host you as distinguished guests…" A baffling combination of genuine pride and veiled condescension coated the old woman's words. Helga found it difficult to read her, and that made her uneasy. "Never been called distinguished before," murmured Astrith, "not even ironically." Helga made a discreet gesture indicating that she should lower her voice. "So who is she?" asked the former police officer quietly. "The name is Olga Brandt — the so-called Mother of Valkyries. She oversees everything concerning Valkyries, including your initiation," replied Helga. "Looks like I'm in good hands…" Brandt continued with her welcoming speech. "Research Station 63, the Kingdom of Valborg, has a rich and complex history. The Valravn Corporation is a proud stalwart of its secrets and traditions…" "Stalwart? Do you expect us to buy that?" The voice was as imposing as his figure, garbed in tactical gear characteristic of modern combat thaumaturges: a blend of modern and medieval armor styles, with Kevlar plates covered in ancient runic symbols. Thane Hellström, the observer from the Nifelheim Armed Tactical Order, had come dressed ready for battle. The message was clear: he wasn't lowering his guard around the Ravens. "Pardon us if we are not convinced that the Corporation's interest in the Old Kingdom was born out of concern for its valuable heritage," Seidr Wells was dressed only in a plain white tunic— the bearded old man could be mistaken for an ancient druid if it wasn't for the shining bionic camera in place of his left eye. "Thane Hellström," despite her age and size, Brandt somehow managed to sound as intimidating as the hulk in combat armor, "where was your Order when the Christian Kingdoms laid siege to Valborg? Or when the GRU-P communist scum treacherously attacked?" She did not hide her visceral disgust while pronouncing the word 'communist', "Who came to protect the Queen from the Nazis? It was not Nifelheim: it was Jomsborg." "You are not the Jomsvikings," contested the Thane. "We have become much more than that." Brandt turned to the old seer. "Tell me, Seidr Wells, have the Nornir pronounced against our Valkyrie project?" "Not yet," answered the servant of the silicon oracle. "And I doubt they will," Olga pointed to the statue behind her, "the Hrafnsmál immortalizes the sacred pact between Valkyries and Ravens. We are the true and only protectors of the Valborg." Helga had followed the exchange with interest. She was not expecting such explicit pushback from the GOC's Nordic caucus. It was a good sign. Yet the Universalist Order… "Gentlemen," a fourth voice joined the chorus, "my brothers in arms, caution is often wise… But what is gained by antagonizing our host?" The man wore a standard GOC military uniform; besides the GOC logo, it bore the symbol of the Æsir. "We have come in peace to listen and learn." Hersir Oswald Ahlberg, thought Helga. The Universalist Order of the Æsir did not have a history of siding with Valravn. Was it just Zenith's pressure or was something else going on? Ahlberg continued. "We all here are followers of the Old Gods and practitioners of the New Ways. We may have different ways to honor them, but when Ragnarok comes, we all should be on the same side. The side of humanity. Eurtec, the house of Silicon Nornir… the house of the future of mankind is in danger. We need to come together to face this existential threat or else everything we have built will fall apart." "I'll be dead before I trust a Raven!" Shouted Hellström. "But do you trust Fate, Thane? Because I do. I trust the Fate that has been woven for humanity. And so does my daughter!" He gestured toward a young woman sitting beside him in a wheelchair. She was missing both legs and her right eye. A horrible burning scar occupied half her face. "She has been chosen by the Nornir to become the first GOC soldier to ascend as a Valkyrie," he put his hand over her shoulder, "and I couldn't be prouder of her." She smiled. "My name is Wanda Ahlberg. I'll be honored to join the Valkyries." Addendum - History of SCP-8503-ᛒ: Historically, SCP-8503-ᛒ instances were former shield-maidens that, after surviving a grave battle injury, usually limb mutilation, completed a utiseta26 pilgrimage to Lake Mímisbrunnr and endured SCP-8503-ᚸ. SCP-8503-ᛒ instances worked as mercenary priestesses during the Viking age, serving in military roles as bodyguards, elite troops, and assassins; but also as healers, diplomats, advisors, and priestesses across Norse settlements and kingdoms. It is recorded they were particularly welcomed in Jomsborg, the citadel of the Jomsvikings mercenaries. Eventually, SCP-8503-ᛒ instances formed their own political entity around Lake Mímisbrunnr: the Kingdom of Valborg.27 Valborg was organized as an elective monarchy, with a new Queen28 selected by direct voting after the death of the old one. The Queen did not wield absolute power and was expected to lead by consensus, her role being spiritual as well as political. Valborg's population included baseline humans (both female and male) alongside SCP-8503-ᛒ, though only the latter could participate in the Queen's election. From the human population, the Valkyries recruited new shield-maidens to serve as squires and auxiliary troops. These shield-maidens would eventually be allowed to attempt SCP-8503-ᚸ and become SCP-8503-ᛒ. Foreigner warriors were also welcomed to perform SCP-8503-ᚸ and join the Valkyrie nation, there are written records of Valkyries originating from Miklagard,29 Serkland,30 Bláland,31 and even Vinland.32 At its peak, Valbrog had a population of around 12,000 Valkyries and 30,000 baseline humans. Following the Christianization of Scandinavia, Valborg was left in isolation and began to decline. The human population scattered and with the disappearance of shield-maidens across the Nordic world, Valborg lost most of its pool of potential recruits. Despite this, Valborg managed to maintain its independence from Christian kingdoms for centuries and remained a limited military power – defeating the forces of King Eric IX during the First Swedish Crusade and the Teutonic Order during the Northern Crusades. Valborg maintained cordial relationships with the local Sami pagan population, with whom they traded and procured recruits. This was disrupted during the 17th century when the kingdoms of Denmark-Norway and Sweden started to colonize and Christianise Sápmim, leaving Valborg in further isolation. During the 18th century, the Kingdom of Sweden–Norway conducted a series of campaigns to subdue Valborg. Under the leadership of Queen Randgrid II, the forces of Valborg managed to stall the invaders using guerrilla tactics.33 However, the war did not end until the intervention of the Valravn Northern Trading Company, which organized peace talks between Valborg and Sweden–Norway. As part of the deal, the Valborg Valkyries agreed to serve as mercenaries under Valravn and allow the creation of new SCP-8503-ᛒ instances from Valravn recruits. This was the first generation of SCP-8503-ᛒ whose allegiance was not to the Queen of Valborg. On behalf of the British Empire and Her Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal, Valravn deployed SCP-8503-ᛒ during the Second Boer War and the Crimean Campaign. Valravn also experimented with clockwork-based mechanical prostheses for their Valkyries, possibly copied from Cogwork34 technology. In the First and Second World Wars, Valravn continued to serve under the British Empire; and later the United States of America and the Allied Occult Coalition. During World War II, Valborg endured both Nazi and Soviet invasions. After the Nazi occupation of Norway, Obskurakorps launched an expedition against Valborg to secure Lake Mímisbrunnr. Despite the newly reformed Valravn Corporation's pledge to defend Valborg, the arrival of Valravn reinforcements was delayed.35 When Valarvn forces finally broke the Obskurakorps siege, Valborg had endured the siege for two months. Around 95% of the remaining original Valkyrie population died during the siege. Severely weakened, Queen Randgrid signed the Treaty of Myr, transferring the sovereignty of Valborg to Valravn. The Corporation occupied the Kingdom and established Research Station 63 around Lake Mímisbrunnr. V - Avalon "I'm starting to get this place…" Astrith's breath was visible in the cold air. Helga pushed Astrith's wheelchair through a long metallic corridor. Despite the foggy weather, one could still observe the desecrated foundations of the ancient fortress standing after the centuries. New structures had been built recently, the signature Valravn style of merging brutalism and industry steadily burying the past with steel and concrete. Like a parasitic sprout growing on a rotting corpse, the technological infrastructure of Station 63 sprawled out like a network of veins, pulsing with life but choking the medieval roots of the castle beneath. Despite all their talk about stewardship and preservation, Valravn's main budget was not spent on historic conservation. Astrith continued her analysis, "When the Spanish conquered Mexico, they built their churches and palaces over the old temples. This place is the same. You build over the ruins to bury the past. Valravn did it to show who the new boss is." "Interesting hypothesis…" Helga pondered for a few seconds. "It makes sense from a psychological standpoint. They certainly have practical and strategical reasons to build in this place, though." "Sure, but they love their theatrics, don't they? I told you they were larpers." Astrith chuckled. "They are as obsessed with appearing as holders of some kind of mystical secret, just as they are with blood money. The pieces fit. Gold and God…" "Gold and God?" questioned Helga. "Those are two big things to motivate men to kill without mercy. If you control one of those, you can get to be the king. If you control both, you get to be kingmaker. The Spanish… Valravn… even Sin Nombre. It is all the same." They were finally reaching their destination, a small lobby leading to the sleeping quarters. Astrith noticed a figure ahead of them. A young woman rested in a wheelchair, staring absently through the window. "Hey, is that you…" Astrith hesitated for a moment, "… Wanda? Right? The daughter of that GOC guy." "Greetings." Wanda answered without looking back at them. "Forgive me, but I must beg you to be quiet. The procession is about to pass." "The what?" Helga and Astrith approached the window. The mist made it hard to see, but the outlines of the old castle courtyard ruins were still visible. A distant sound could be heard, haunting yet comforting: the faint ringing of bells and singing voices. Gradually, the silhouettes of a procession emerged. About twenty women clad in iron armor, their faces hidden behind emotionless white masks – most of them missing an arm, a leg, or both. It was clear they were not the high-tech Valravn Valkyries. In place of their lost limbs, rustic prosthetics of wood and metal moved as naturally as the originals would have. "The court of Queen Randgrid, the last of the old Valkyries," Wanda explained in quiet but solemn voice. The figure fronting the procession wore a golden-crowned mask. Her gait was the slowest and the rest kept her pace. Every step seemed like a painful struggle, yet she continued unrelenting. Astrith felt a shiver in her spine as the ghostly procession disappeared into the mist. The Queen in the island… "Even after all these years, after all her pain, the Queen still patrols her Queendom. What happened here during the war was so shameful. I hope we are worthy of her…" Wanda finally turned to face the other two women. "You must be Astrith. Nice to meet you. We will soon be sisters-in-arms." "Yeah… nice to meet you… sister." "I'm looking forward to getting to know you more. I was so curious when I learned about you." Wanda explained, "I didn't know someone like you could become a Valkyrie. It was a surprise, but a welcome one." "Someone like me? You mean a Mexican?" "No… I mean, you know… you are a…" "Man?" completed Astrith in a haughty tone. Astrith defaulted to misgendering herself before others could do it. One of many unhealthy coping mechanisms she had developed, thought Helga. "Wanda, I'm Dr. Helga Thors from the Foundation. I'm here to monitor your progress as well as Astrith's. Feel free to ask me anything. I would also like to ask you some questions eventually." "I'm open to talking to you, Dr. Thors, as long as you don't mind my father being present." Wanda then turned to Astrith and looked her with pleading eyes, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to…" "It's alright," While annoyed, Astrith was used to awkward interactions. Also, Wanda's apology seemed true at least. "Let's watch each other's back. I don't know what Fate awaits us, but I'm glad it brought us together." Wanda smiled. "Fate?" Astrith stroked her chin. "What does this have to do with Fate?" She was beginning to feel something that went beyond mere annoyance. Something about Wanda was awakening a deep conflict within her. "Yes, it was our Fate to become Valkyries. Our path here was traced by the gods themselves." The Mexican frowned. Was Wanda's naïveté perhaps a façade crafted to mock her? No, it was something far worse: sincere. Astrith had come prepared to face the intrigues and lies of a den of wolves and crows, but now she was confronted with a genuine offer of friendship. And for some reason that pissed her off. "Is that what that Silicon computer told you?" Wanda laughed nervously. "Don't call it like that in front of Seidr Wells… or my father. But yes, the Nornir chose me to be a Valkyrie. And they chose you too, so I'm eager to learn from you." "Learn from me?" She leaned toward Wanda. No one had ever wanted to learn from her. No one since… "What can I teach the GOC princess?" …Clara. "I read your files. You have plenty of experience dealing with the Cartel…" "Oh, the Cartel. Sin Nombre…" Astrith clenched her teeth. Clara's laughter echoed through the halls of her memory, each peal growing more distant. "Astrith? Are you okay? Asked Wanda after a few moments of her silence. Astrith snapped back and laughed. "Oh yes, I know them intimately. It cost me an arm and a leg, but I hope it can serve you well. I can teach you with extreme detail the sound and feel of a nahual munching on your flesh. Or the screams of a family being burned alive. The empty stench of the mass graves in the middle of the desert. Or the cries of a poor bastard who was forced to eat his own fingers." "That sounds… interesting." "Interesting indeed," Astrith looked Wanda right in the eyes. And after a few seconds, she understood. "You have never killed someone, have you? Have you ever seen combat?" Wanda hesitated. "Once… but I did undergo elite GOC military training…" "Tell me, princess, how did you lose your shoes?" "I… It was… during training." Wanda was shaking, her voice tinged with shame. "A training accident?" inquired Astrith. Wanda looked down. She didn't reply. "That explains a lot. You have no idea what you are signing up for." "I… I'm here to fulfill my Fate and my Duty…" Wanda took a deep breath before continuing, "I'm here to serve the gods and protect Eurtec and Sillicon Nornir, the technological future of mank–" "Stop." Astrith sighed. "Lesson number 1, princess: Forget all that crap. It will get you killed. There are no heroes and no gods in this war. You are here to survive one day more. That is the real goal." "That is not… Astrith…" A single snowflake landed on Wanda's cheek. She looked up to the sky. "A snowstorm is coming, we should go inside. My father must be waiting for me." She nodded to Helga, then to Astrith "Thanks for your… insights… there is too much to assimilate. We can continue later," Wanda quickly rolled to the nearest door. "Have you ever considered a career in education?" Helga had followed the whole interaction with interest. "Don't give me shit. I gave her what she asked for." Another snowflake landed on Astrith's forehead. She shook her head. "Damn, I hate this weather." "You don't think she should be here." Helga extended her hand to catch the next snowflake. She felt it slowly melt. "It's not like that, Helga. I don't mind nepo babies. But she is not ready. And her father knows it. That Dr. Brandt knows it. What game are they playing?" Addendum: Description update SCP-8503-ᛚ,36 also known as Parelaphostrongylus lindwyrm is a neurotropic nematode parasite endemic to the Mímisbrunnr Lake inside Research Station 63, where it can be found in high concentrations. Under normal circumstances, SCP-8503-ᛚ behaves similarly to other non-anomalous brain parasites such as Parelaphostrongylus tenuis. Drinking SCP-8503-ᛚ contaminated water, such as that in Mímisbrunnr Lake, appears to be the only vector of infection for SCP-8503-ᛚ. SCP-8503-ᛚ's anomalous property will only activate after an infected subject completes SCP-8503-ᚸ. Unsuccessful SCP-8503-ᛚ infection can explain up to 10% of SCP-8503-ᚸ's failure rate. SCP-8503-ᛚ will accommodate itself into the subject brain, specifically in the central lobule of the vermis, forming a symbiotic relationship and serving as a type of thaumaturgic gland. This will turn the infected subject into an instance of SCP-8503-ᛒ. SCP-8503-ᛚ has been identified as the source of SCP-8503-ᛒ's Akiva energy and thaumaturgical capabilities. The Valravn Corporation has shared its extensive body of research on SCP-8503. This clarified some of the ambiguous nature of the historical descriptions. For example, traditionally the term 'fair maiden' was interpreted to refer to a biologically female virgin. Prior sexual activity has been determined to bear no difference in the outcome. Chromosomal and/or hormonal sex is also not determinant. Biologically female individuals with a masculine gender identity consistently fail SCP-8503-ᚸ. Biologically male individuals with a feminine gender identity have a success rate statistically non-differentiable from biologically female individuals with a feminine gender identity. Success for individuals with a non-binary or third-gender identity seems to be correlated to their psychosocial proximity to the feminine gender. These and other further refinements over the historical baseline have resulted in the Modern Valkyrie Protocol: Fraxinus excelsior37 is recommended, however, any member of the Fraxinus genus can be used without significantly altering the success rate. It is not necessary for the Fraxinus to be alive; a dry specimen embedded in a metallic support can be practically deployed in a laboratory setting. Two requisites are indispensable for the subjects. They must identify with a feminine gender identity and possess a "warrior spirit". This second requirement has not been narrowly defined, but the success rate is vastly greater among military personnel. The subject must have suffered a battle injury, preferably some type of limb mutilation. Psychological trauma such as PTSD may also apply. As mentioned in the historical version, the subject must be hanged, but it is not necessarily for them to hang from the neck: strapping the upper body will suffice.38 A consecrated replica of Gungnir should be inserted into the subject's body, preferably below the ribcage. Medical treatment can be used to control bleeding, but the spearhead should not be removed until the trial has been completed. The subject must survive 9 hours in this state. To improve the survival rate, it is recommended to administer IV fluids and antibiotics. Painkillers are not recommended, since it is believed they hinder success rates by 6%. If the subject is successful, they will attain "Valkyrhood". VI - Mictlán "Rage. Anger. Self-loathing. Is that everything you can feed me?" Alien thoughts crawled into her mind. It was a liminal state, a limbo of symbiosis, the exact moment when something strange becomes part of yourself. The same way a protein is digested. The same way a trauma is internalized. The little wyrm nested in her brain. It was a messenger of Revelation, a herald of some unfathomable, eldritch voice. It fed on everything she was, distilling her very essence into a primordial state of being, and excreting a transmutation of everything she could be. "Does this taste like Guilt? Shame? No… it is a different, subtler taste." Her body was twitching, exhausted after hours of punishment. Even the phantom limbs suffered. But the worm could taste a deeper, greater phantom pain. "Shut up. You don't know me." Even her own voice sounded foreign. Her lower rib burned, pierced by cold iron. And that cold crawled in her bones. "I did not, but I do now. I am to become You. Come and See." The pain continued growing until it was everything she was. Rage and Guilt. Fear and Hunger. Love and Hate. Death and Water. Thunder and Flesh. Bile and Blood. Everything was the same as everything else. Everything had been distilled to the most primordial element: Pain. It was everything she Was. And after Pain was gone… she was almost Nothing. Less than anything. More than nothing. What remained was a spark And from that spark… A Fire was born. And the Fire became a Woman… And the Woman became a Warrior… And the Warrior became a… Astrith opened her eyes. She was standing in an endless field of orange flowers. …Valkyrie. "Was it worth it?" That voice sounded familiar. Astrith turned to the voice. She saw the face of Life… and Death. Lupita and La Santa merged into one being, one goddess. Hela. But the divine vision lasted only for an instant. Now she was on the outdoor basketball court. She barely recalled that place. She could not remember her classes, her classmates, or her books. But she did recall her. "Was it worth it?" She asked again. She was even wearing the old school uniform: a white shirt and a green plaid skirt. "It is raining somewhere else," the schoolgirl smiled and pointed to the clouded sky. Just like that day. That one last day. "Clara…" "Astrith…" "You… you didn't know me by that name." "I do now." Clara flashed a wide smile "It suits you. You are looking good, girl." "Thanks. You are looking good too." A single tear slid down Astrith's cheek. She wiped it. "It's a nice view… but this isn't how I last remember you." Astrith was now in the morgue. Clara laid on the table, covered by a dirty white sheet. Her face was bruised, her nose was broken… her throat… slit. Inside an evidence bag was her uniform, shredded and bloodied. "Why did you have to go alone that day?" Astrith shouted as more tears broke free, "I told you to wait for me!" "Maybe it was Fate…" Clara rose from the table. Her flesh had begun to rot — putrid blood poured from the still-open wound. "Bullshit!" "And what if I had waited?" Clara shrugged. "Would things have been different?" "I would have protected you…" "No digas mamadas.39 You would be rotting in this morgue with me." "Maybe I should be." "Then why are you still breathing?" "I'll find him…" "No! You don't have the right to use me as a pretext!" "Clara…" Astrith reached her hand towards Clara, her fingers trembling. Clara accepted her hand. Despite the ice-coldness of her touch, Astrith kept on holding her friend's hand. It was Clara who, after what could have been either a fleeting moment or a whole eternity, pulled her hand away violently. "My family. My boyfriend. Everyone. All they ever wanted to do was use me." Her anger gave way to sorrow. Clara's eyes looked at Astrith, pleading. "You were the only one who saw me as myself, so please don't take that away from me." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" A somber cloud obscured the painted sun. Suddenly, all the orange marigolds froze; the Greater Winter had fallen over the Forever Fields. "If you want to die, then die." Clara grew with each word. Like the ancient ice-giantess, she was one with immense winter. "If you want to live, then live." She had grown until Astrith seemed like a mere insect resting in her palm. "But choose it yourself!" Clara closed her palm. Astrith felt the cold embrace of Hel all over her being. "Is that what you want?" "…" "Do you want to die, Astrith?" "No." "Do you want to live?" "I don't know…" "How many?" "What?" "How many did you kill? How many did you torture? Was it worth it?" An immense unnatural pressure fell on Astrith's body. The lost souls of Nifelheim, everyone she had ever killed, their laments rumbling in her head. "I…" The nails of the draugr pierced her flesh. Each cut was a sin to be repaid. "Was it worth it? Surviving this long as a carrion eater?" Astrith remained silent, buried by the weight of her dead. "How dare you stand in the hall of the gods if you can't dare to answer a simple question? Was it worth it?" Her soul and body went cold. She had been nothing but the pathetic enforcer of a corrupt system. Yet despite the guilt, despite the shame… "It was!" Clara smiled, she was no longer cold and giant nor bruised and bloodied. The two friends were now on the edge of the cliff, the last place before the rainbow started. "I missed you. I missed how you always walked with me and made me feel safer," Clara said. Behind her, the bridge to the orange fields rose slowly. "I was not meant to wait for you that day. Instead, I have waited for you in this eternity." Clara's voice began to fade; she was just a single grain of sand in the desert that was the universe. "All this time, I have been so afraid of crossing." The whole universe began to fade; it was just a single teardrop in the ocean that was Clara. "Would you walk with me one last time?" Clara rested her head on her friend's shoulder. Astrith took her hand. This time, it felt warm. At the edge of eternity, they shared the last deep breath before the plunge. And together, the Valkyrie and the Slain crossed the rainbow bridge to Valhalla. It felt like falling right into deep water. The moment when the superficial tension breaks. Which side was Death and which side was Life? It did not matter anymore. She was coming back. "Between you and me, was it really worth it?" Asked Clara's voice one last time. "This made it worth it." Following modern protocols, 63% percent of subjects will successfully complete the trial. Valkyrhood entails several advantages over the baseline human condition: enhanced strength, endurance, and speed, affinity to thaumaturgy, low-level Akiva Radiation and Elan-Vital Energy, and the ability to perform as a psychopomp. Then, the subject will be ready to undergo the next step of SCP-8503-ᚸ: the paraprosthetic weaponization protocol. The full extent of the weaponization process will vary between SCP-8503-ᛒ instances due to individual needs and combat role specialization; however, some procedures are common to all SCP-8503-ᛒ units. These procedures include but are not limited to: Depending on the missing limb or damaged body part, tailored Class-B Titanium prosthetics will be attached to the body. Current 3rd generation prostheses are optimized for maximum efficiency harnessing the subject's Akiva Energy. A reinforced titanium chassis is grafted to the subject's upper torso to protect vital organs. Monitoring hardware will be implanted. During deployment, an SCP-8503-ᛒ instance vitals will be constantly monitored by Mission Control. 3rd generation models include a neural implant to provide a tactical HUD and real-time interfacing with Mission Control. It requires constant calibration between deployments. Intellectual Property Protection (IPP) module.40 Steroid treatment and servomotor exoskeletal reinforcement to support baseline biological musculature. Ballistic treatment for skin. Micro-surgical implantation of Kevlar nanofibers below the epidermis. All SCP-8503-ᛒ instances sign a contract transferring their bodily rights to the Valravn Corporation. Every hardware implant is considered a leased property of the Valravn Corporation. SCP-8503-ᛒ are liable to be charged for any damage to the implanted hardware due to 'inadequate use'.41 VII - Sparta "My mom… she never went to mass. But she prayed every night. To God, to Lupita… to the Pale Lady." The Valkyrie remembered the shadow of her mother by the candlelight, kneeling every night in front of a makeshift altar. "It gave her comfort, but it wasn't my thing. I never managed to be religious. Even in the face of all this anomalous bullshit… what I mean is that even if there are powers out there beyond our comprehension, that doesn't mean we have to worship them. And yet… never mind." "Let's skip the part where you pretend you're not dying to tell me," snarked Helga. Astrith gave her the side eyes, "Remind me, how on earth did you manage to become a certified therapist? Anyways, when this fucking worm entered my brain I felt something. I mean, besides having a worm in my brain. It was energy flowing through me… as if I was connected to something bigger… it's hard to explain… but it felt like finally being part of the whole thing." "Seems like a textbook 'transcendental experience' to me." "Or maybe I just have a fucking worm parasitizing my brain." Astrith pointed to her head, her cybernetic hand mimicking a gun. "You do have one. But it seems to be a symbiotic relationship rather than a parasitic one," pointed out Helga. "Whatever the case, the 'transcendental' feeling went away when I got these prosthetics." She brought her new hand to her face, flexing her finger to examine the hydraulic joints of her bionic phalanges. "The cybernetics must be draining all the Akiva energy. Do you miss that connection?" "It was distracting. Also, it is nice to stand on my own again, and the HUD allows me to play Spotify directly into my auditory cortex." Astrith checked the HUD's digital clock. "Shit, we are late for training." For the most part, the courtyard had been spared from the ominous cancer of concrete, steel, and wires that plagued the rest of the castle. Instead, the stone ruins decayed melancholically among the mist and melting snow. It was the place where Valkyries had honed their skills for centuries, and Valravn had kept to that tradition. Astrith and Helga arrived to find the training session already started. It was full contact sparring. Wanda, armed with a longsword, barely managed to block the spear thrust to her head. She stumbled and her stance looked fragile; she was still getting used to her robotic legs. Her opponent showed no hesitation: her spear marked the rhythm of the battle and pressured Wanda without a quarter. "She is having trouble," observed Helga. Wanda looked desperate, trying to parry the relentless spear thrusts. "Sword against spear and shield is not a fair fight," replied Astrith. Despite the unfairness, Wanda held her ground. She had been trained well. However, the GOC Valkyrie played for defense, allowing the attacker to control the fight. With little chance to counterattack, eventually, her guard was destined to break. And it did break with a spear swipe to her legs. Wanda fell to the ground. "Stand! We are not finished." The trainer was an imposing woman, tall and blonde. Her voice was deep and cruel. Biomechanical prostheses had replaced both her arms. It looked like she could easily rip apart an armored car. Wanda grabbed her sword and stood firmly, only to be taken down by a blow with the shield to the stomach. "Warriors are forged by pain! I will beat you all the times necessary to purge the weakness out of your body!" The tall Valkyrie smiled sadistically, then got dead serious when she saw Astrith. "Wanda, I'll finish with you later." Wanda picked up the sword and limped towards a bench. Her nose was bleeding. She directed a concerned look to Astrith, and for a brief moment, Astrith saw Clara's shattered face in Wanda's. She felt anger and adrenaline rush through her veins, but she quickly suppressed it. She could not afford to lose control. The blonde Valkyrie was at least one head taller than Astrith. She was also more muscular, a hulking mass of roided flesh and steel. "I can't believe it. They let you in." She spit on Astrith's feet. Astrith didn't react. "This is a disgrace," the tall woman continued, "This is shame, contamination. Disgusting. You are disgusting. I can't believe they would insult me like this!" "By 'they' do you mean your bosses or your gods?" Astrith spoke as if she was talking to a petulant kid. "Because I did pass the trial, meaning your gods want me here. And your bosses complied…" "I don't know what trickery you used, but you don't fool me. My gods hate you. You are blasphemy, an abomination in the eyes of the Allfather." "And yet here I stand in front of you, blessed by the same gods, gifted with the same power. I get it; it must suck to have your fragile ego shattered by reality." "You and I are not the same! I am a true warrior and a true biological woman! I descend from a pure, untainted Nordic warrior lineage; your race is an abortion of rape and degeneracy. You are incapable of building anything on your own; you can only steal and corrupt the work of your betters. Do you want to know why? It is in your blood, it is tainted. It is in your genetics, they are weaker." Her mouth contorted to a smug grin, proud of her own cruelty, "You are a bloody parody, a mockery of both warriorhood and womanhood!" If Astrith felt something, she did not show it. "Biological woman? You are more machine than me." She looked directly at her enemy's eye. Then she cracked her fingers. "Are you finished? Or do you want to keep talking shit instead of dancing?" "Go ahead, choose your weapon. But let it be clear this won't be sparring. I'll fucking kill you." Astrith looked at the weapons rack. Her options were a single-handed sword, a mace, a hatchet, and a quite small shield. Of course only short-reach weapons, she thought. After some consideration, she walked away from the weapon rig and approached Wanda. "May I have your sword, princess?" "Astrith, she means it." "I know." "Let's get out of here. We can talk to my father or Dr. Brandt." "Wanda, I got this," winked Astrith with her non-bionic eye. "But I need your sword." Wanda sighed and reluctantly handed her weapon. "Be careful, please." The sword was all black steel, bearing a minimalistic tactical aesthetic. Astrith found it to her liking. She grabbed it with one hand and turned to face her would-be opponent. "I am Lagertha, trainer of the Valkyrie's Shield-Maidens. I won't allow vermin like you to contaminate our sacred sisterhood. You are not worthy of this armor while I am awaited in Val—" Her speech was interrupted by the sword's pommel hitting her forehead. Lagertha recoiled and tried to recover balance, but Astrith had not wasted time. She had already closed the distance and sucker-punched Lagertha in the face. Lagertha fell to the ground, dropping her weapons. Astrith was now atop the fallen Valkyrie, pummeling her face with bare fists. Astrith felt Lagertha's face deforming under each punch. The Mexican Valkyrie was not acting out of a sense of justice or even anger. Her violence was methodical, automated, and dissociative —born from the necessity to survive at all costs. Bullies. Bigots. Abusers. They were always cowards who never fought without securing an advantage. Lagertha was emboldened by her raw strength and convenient choice of weapon; she was also expecting to paralyze Astrith with psychological aggression. She did not count on Astrith having graduated from a more brutal and pragmatic school of violence. "Astrith! That is enough!" Shouted Helga. Astrith stopped, her hands now dripping with blood and oil. The once proud Lagertha lay mangled and unrecognizable below her. Astrith had lost herself in the bloody canvas of her own creation; the fruit of violence filled her with neither pride nor anger; it merely fed the claustrophobic sensation of emptiness in her mind and body. She stepped away from Lagertha, still shaken and dissociated. "Unorthodox, but effective," the cold voice of Olga Brandt brought Astrith back to reality. Puta madre, ya la cagué,42 she thought. "She will survive," Brandt reassured her, inferring her concerns. She had kneeled next to the fallen Valkyrie to take her pulse. "I have told Lagertha multiple times to not talk during battle, but she refuses to listen. Better for her to receive this beating from a fellow sister and not an actual enemy. I hope she learns the lesson this time. If anything, the medical and repair bills charged to her next paycheck should make her reconsider." "Wait… do we have to pay from our pocket if we get damaged or injured?" asked Astrith in disbelief. "Naturally, that's in the contract you presumably read before signing." The Mother of Valkyries stood up and stepped away from Lagertha as if distancing herself from a pile of trash. "Of course, I totally did that." "Sure you did." Brandt then addressed Helga. "Dr. Thors, I'm afraid I haven't had the chance to properly introduce myself." "Your reputation precedes you, Dr. Brandt." "As yours do. I would appreciate it if we could talk in private later." "It will be my pleasure," Helga replied, unsure. "Excellent… Now I have an announcement to make. Wanda and Astrith…" Dr. Brandt extended her arms and smiled. "Congratulations! You both are showing satisfactory integration with Gen 3 implants. You can now call yourself Valkryies without any doubt. Welcome to the family. I'll be so proud of calling you daughters." "Thanks…" Astrith could not help but feel unsettled by Brandt. "It is an honor, Dr. Brandt," Wanda subtly bowed. She was genuinely proud and happy. "Please feel free to call me Olga, my dear Wanda. And I have special news for you. We evaluated your profile; you will be the ideal candidate for the brand-new Gen 4 implants. Exciting, isn't it?" "Me? But I'm just a rookie. Astrith is much more experienced than me." "Not everything is about combat experience. We believe in giving everyone a fair chance to prove themselves. And by everyone, we do mean everyone, regardless of experience, nationality, race, gender, sex… Astrith herself is an amazing success story in this regard, right?" Astrith just nodded, smiled, and stared a thousand yards away. Wanda nervously stroked her hair. "I… I'll need more time to think about it." "By all means, take all the time you need. I want you to feel absolutely zero pressure about this matter. And regarding the contract you both signed, I want to clarify all that 'bodily rights transfer' stuff is just legal protocol." Brandt put her hand on Wanda's shoulder. "You will never be pressured to get an implant or upgrade you are not comfortable with." "That is reassuring," the young Valkyrie still sounded unsure. "However, I have spoken with Hersir Ahlberg and he is quite excited about the Gen 4 implants. And why wouldn't he? Imagine: the first GOC Valkyrie spearheading a new generation of true warriors, divine protectors of Eurtec." "Is he? I'll talk to him… it is just too much pressure. I don't want to disappoint him… or you Dr. Bran— Olga." Brandt took Wanda's hand. "It's a natural feeling, but worry not. With this new tech, you'll never have to worry about disappointment again." Addendum: Valkyrie Model Generations Through its history as the Valkyrie Model of the Valravn Corporation, SCP-8503-ᛒ's prosthetics have undergone several iterations, each incorporating cutting-edge paratechnological advancements of its time. Valravn historians divide SCP-8503-ᛒ development into four generations: 0th Generation: Also known as the 'archaic' or pre-Valravn era. During the time before the Corporation, Valborg Valkyries crafted their prostheses in an artisanal manner. After completing the SCP-8503-ᚸ ritual, a neophyte Valkyrie was mentored by an older peer. This mentoring started with crafting the prostheses, which was fundamentally the mentor's responsibility, for many Valkyrie recruits would be impaired in some capacity preventing them from crafting their prostheses. However, they were meant to observe and learn from their mentor with the understanding they would eventually do the same for a mentee of their own. There were several schools, each with its own traditions and preferred methods: some preferred working with hardened wood, while others favored metallurgy, primarily using bronze and steel. The most pragmatic schools emphasized practicality, martial efficiency, and simplicity in design, while others dared to experiment with exotic functionalities such as hidden blades and darts. There were even schools that prioritized the perfection of craftsmanship over practical concerns, creating genuine works of art. For 0th Generation Valkyries, prostheses were not only functional: they held spiritual and social significance. A prosthesis was a gift from the gods, a treasure for the clan, and a fundamental expression of each Valkyrie's identity. 1st Generation: The Treaty of Myr gave the Valravn Corporation43 total control over Lake Mímisbrunnr and SCP-8503-ᛚ. Lord Alexander Brandt the Third, occult industrialist and major shareholder oversaw the training of the first generation of Valravn Valkyries. Brandt, known as an admirer of the Cogwork Orthodox Church, presumably acquired and studied Cogwork augmentations and used them as the base for his prosthetic clockwork designs. This was the first Valkyrie generation to obtain mass-produced mechanical prostheses as opposed to the traditionally handcrafted ones. The combat viability of these new prostheses was tested in the anomalous front of the Second Boer War, where the Valkyries conducted several successful anti-guerrilla operations. 2nd Generation: By WW1, clockwork prostheses showed signs of obsolescence in the face of rapid technological progress. During the interwar period, Valravn invested heavily in modernizing its Valkyrie regiments and incorporating diesel-based technology into the standard prosthetics. Second-generation Valkyries are believed to have first been tested during the Spanish Civil War against communist and anarchist targets in Revolutionary Catalonia. Valravn has not confirmed these rumors nor any association with the Francoist regime or the Special Security Commissariat. During WW2 Valravn fought on the side of the Allied Occult Coalition and Valkyries were deployed in covert missions principally on the Western Front. However, Valkyries were not included in the Valravn expedition that broke Obskurakorps' siege of Valborg. 3rd Generation: During the Cold War, advancements in computation and cybernetics grew exponentially. The newly rebranded Valravn Corporation studied Maxwellist principles of network communication and sensory enhancement to develop the new generation of Valkyries. Electronic prostheses were first developed in collaboration with Prometheus Labs while the first experimental neural implants were provided by Raptor Tech Industries. The Corporation claims all research for Gen 3 was done with the utmost paraethical standards and that any rumors about experiments performed on unwilling civilians are completely unfounded. While it is known that the US Government hired Valravn services for covert operations during the Cold War, the extent of Valkyrie deployment is unclear, since most details remain classified under the preview of PENTAGRAM and the CPIA.44 4th Generation: Details on the coming new generation are still undisclosed. According to a Valravn spokesperson during the 2023 Eurtec Showcase, "It will introduce groundbreaking innovations in neural implants and interfacing to enhance combat neuropsychological responses." Reports that recovered Robotic Republic technology may be playing a role in the development of Gen 4 remain unconfirmed. VIII - Querétaro "Can you believe this? 40% of my pay will be on "Raven Tokens" only spendable in authorized company stores and venues… this is a fucking tienda de raya!"45 "You load 16 tons, what do you get?" Sang Helga as she tinkered with the implant in the back of Astrith's head. "Oh, don't fuck with me!" Astrith snorted annoyed, "Is this going to take much longer?" "Almost there…" Helga kept whistling to the tune of the famous folk protest song. She was enjoying her time. "I can't help but notice," observed the psychologist, "you seem more concerned about your pay rather than the fact that Valravn now claims total ownership of your body parts, both biological and synthetic." "I guess that's sucks too." "You never felt too much ownership over your body in the first place, did you?" "Do you need a PhD in Psychology to guess that?" Astrith's face briefly contorted into a grimace of pain. "Ouch! Be more careful!" "Bingo! It's done! The Jailbreaker is ready." Helga took great pride in her improvised circuitry work. "So this will disable the bomb in my brain, right?" "Yes, the IPP module. Now we can get the fuck out of this place." "And that will be when?" Astrith twitched her neck and smiled. "When we get what we came for," replied Helga matter-of-factly. "A sample of those lindworms," Astrith recalled. "And how are we supposed to get those? I've seen it, that lake is a fucking fortress." "We are getting help. We have someone on the inside." "And can we trust them?" "We have to," said Helga. Moonlight reflected eerily over the shieldmaiden's marble. The instruction was to meet at the feet of the Hrafnsmál statue. Astrith fidgeted with her hair, watching nervously the hall entrances. She mentally prepared herself to hear the alarms at any moment — to face an endless wave of guards and assault troops, not to mention the other Valkyries. It wasn't a battle she expected to win, but she still planned to make them pay dearly. That is, assuming Helga's jailbreak worked correctly. Otherwise, the red tint of her brain matter would make a striking contrast against the grayish tone of the statue. Noticing Astrith's concern, Helga placed a hand on her metallic shoulder. "We'll be fine. We didn't come that far just to di—" Helga's words of encouragement were interrupted by the arrival of a figure in white robes. His cybernetic eye emitted a faint reddish glow in the darkness of night, illuminating a braided beard. "Seidr Wells," murmured Astrith to Helga, "I was not expecting him to be the mole." "You are right about something, Valkyrie," spoke the Seidr, "I am no mole; merely a facilitator." "I was expecting Thane Hellström to be with us this night," commented Helga. "His heart is in the right place. But with his hot-headedness, he was not suited for this mission." "Then who is the source?" asked Astrith, "Do they intend to honor us with their presence?" "I think she has been here watching you for quite long," replied the techno-druid. Suddenly, a previously hidden presence revealed itself to Astrith, along with a knife pressed against her throat. A sharp voice whispered, "You still have much to learn, sister." As abruptly as it had appeared, the presence vanished, and Astrith felt the blade's pressure lifted from her neck. Astrith turned around looking for her would-be attacker. What she saw was a vision from a bygone era: an iron mask covered the warrior woman's eyes. She wielded a dagger in each hand, and her right arm, forged in iron, was of an archaic craftsmanship that sharply contrasted with the advanced technology embedded in Astrith's body. Astrith thought she recognized her as one of the Valkyries she had seen through the mist, among the Queen's procession. "Hey! What the hell was that?" shouted Astrith. "You Ravens feel too safe in your armored bodies. Don't forget every armor has a weak spot." "Astrith, be quiet!" Reprimanded Helga. "It should be ok, I already cast a ward to ensure our privacy," calmly said Seidr Wells. Astrith was not listening to either Helga or the Seidr. "Who the hell do you think you are?" She asked the old Valkyrie. "Name's Hildr, Captain-Bishop of the Meykongr's Guard." "Hildr has been helping us for a long time, leaking valuable info," Wells explained to Astrith, "Including that you were going to be the next candidate. We can trust her." "I see," Astrith kept looking defiantly at Hildr. "I did not mean to offend you, daughter of Loki." Hildr pointed to her own neck with her dagger. "But the articulation in your neck is your big weak spot. Be mindful of that." She sheathed her daggers and then extended her hand. Astrith hesitated briefly, then took a deep breath and shook Hildr's hand. "Daughter of Loki?" "Yes, you too have crossed the bridge between Ask and Embla. Don't be ashamed of that sister, for it is a sacred path either way." "Would you still call me sister, despite me being a Raven?" "Everyone who has endured the lindworm's utiseta is a sister. We all are sisters on the path to becoming a True Warrior." Astrith crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "True Warrior? What is that supposed to mean?" "A true Warrior fights the War Within, a war that can't be fought with a sword." "I don't think I'm following." "The war to be true to oneself. The war to be free. Even if the Valravn owns your body, they don't own your soul. Don't forget it, sister." "I'm sorry to interrupt, Captain Hildr," Helga joined the conversation, "it is my understanding you are here to negotiate on the Queen's behalf." "Your understanding is correct. Meykongr Rangrid has sent me as an extension and enforcer of her will." "The old Valkyries and the Foundation share a common enemy in Valranv," Helga extended her hand to Hildr, "if we work together we can undermine their power." The old Valkyrie didn't reciprocate the gesture, "Sharing an enemy does not make us friends. Still, the Meykongr is willing to hear your request." "We need a sample of Mímisbrunnr's water. We will use it to better understand and oppose the Raven's armies. Can you help us?" "We can… on one condition. Valborg's days of glory are gone for good, but Meykongr Rangrid believes it is time for a new beginning. The lindworm can thrive if given the right conditions, and so can a new kingdom. Can we trust your Foundation to safeguard the future of the Valkyrkind?" "You can. You have my word," Helga assured her. "And what is the real weight of your word, Helga Thors? We have already paid the price for trusting outsiders." "I'm not a warrior like you and Astrith. But I'm a scholar and I understand the plight of your people." "Is that so?" Hildr crossed her arms, "Then please enlighten me, scholar." "Valravn has made you fight their battles without honor and humanity. The Raven sees you not as warriors but as weapons. That is not the Foundation's way. We understand that your real war is the War Within so we won't get in your path." Helga extended her hand a second time. Hildr remained silent for a few moments before finally shaking the doctor's hand. "Then, we shall trust you with the lindworm. Normally, I wouldn't be able to approach the Lake. But with all of you here getting all the attention, I now have an opening," the Valkyrie smiled for the first time in the night, "I guess I must thank you, Helga Thors, for you are giving my talents a chance to once again shine in the service of the Meykongr." "Meykongr," Although she didn't understand it, the word felt powerful and captivating to Astrith, "Why do you call the Queen like that?" "For many such as the Servants, the Order, and the Ravens, she is known as the Dróttning or Queen, which is not incorrect. But to us, she is also the Meykongr, the Maiden-King, for no man will ever be above her. Or above us. Remember, between Ask and Embla there is not only a bridge to be crossed, but a wall to be torn. Either action is sacred to us." "Meykongr… Maiden-King…" repeated Astrith with fascination. "I've got to go now. Dr. Thors, Seidr Wells… Sister Astrith, we'll meet again in two nights. And I'll bring you the lindworm." And as subtly as she had arrived, Captain Hildr vanished again into the night's shadow. Later that night, Astrith could not sleep. "You lied to her," she recalled confronting Helga once Hildr was gone. "The Foundation won't agree to build a new Valkyrie Kingdom." "We need to study the lindworm. Understand it better before making any decisions," that was the researcher's only reply. "Mierda," murmured Astrith as she stood up. She opened the bedroom window and jumped. She was getting used to her new agility, running and climbing through the old fortress rooftops with ease was liberating. Since she was a child, she had dreamed of freedom. Freedom from the cartels, from police, from society, from men… And now, as she darted like a breeze between the battlements, she felt for a brief moment the taste of that freedom. Another figure emerged from the shadows, leaping between the stones. Someone else had joined the race. Strangely, Astrith didn't feel threatened; instead, she felt a quiet sense of camaraderie, a mutual understanding that it was a friendly race. And so, the game began, climbing the ruins under the moonlight until they reached the top of the highest tower. Astrith wouldn't quite remember who won the race. Not that it mattered. "Trouble sleeping?" asked Wanda. "Same as you." "The way you stood up to Lagertha…" "Sorry if I frightened you, princess." "On the contrary, she had it coming," the princess gifted her a knowing smile, "And you reminded me of someone… someone very dear to me…" Wanda sighed and looked at the horizon. The Scandes mountain range surrounding the castle was a beautiful and imposing sight. "You too remind me of someone…" Astrith enjoyed the sight of the landscape, yet she lowered her gaze, "Wanda, I'm sorry about how I treated you when we first met." "You were trying to warn a kid signing up for a war she didn't understand. I appreciate the gesture, but make no mistake, I'm not a kid and I know what I'm doing." "I know, it is just that… I never felt like I had much chance to be anything besides being… a killer. I thought perhaps it should be different for you." "It's funny. I always dreamed of being able to go anywhere. To fly without a direction until I found the edge of the world. Just like a bird, a tiny one. Now I have a body that can do that, but I'm bound to my duty." The little bird looked at the mountains with awe and resignation. "The chains were never in your body, were they?" "Tomorrow morning, I'll be getting the Gen 4 upgrade." Wanda lowered her voice, "Astrith, I'm scared." "Then don't do it. You are the GOC's princess. You can do whatever you want; just tell your dad." "You don't get it. It is for him that I'm doing all of this. I need to be a warrior, and Olga says the new Gen 4 enhancements will make me a true one." "I don't understand what's up with you people and all that warrior nonsense." "Of course you wouldn't." "Then help me." "I was not meant to be here. If it is not obvious, I was not the Order's first choice to be their Valkyrie. Hanna, my sister… my blood sister… she was strong and fearless, the model GOC soldier and a true warrior. The Chaos Insurgency attacked the training camp a year ago. She died protecting me." "Wanda… I'm sorry…" "She was my model, my confidant… my best friend. Her absence pains me more than any phantom limb and… I feel so lost without her. But my father… he was… still is so devastated." Then, for the first time, Astrith heard her speak in anger, "It should have been me." "Don't say that…" "I'm not like her. I'm not a warrior. I may never be one on my own. That's why I can't back off now." She crossed her arms and looked down, "Father says it was Fate and pretends to be at peace with it. But I know him: he swallows his suffering and locks it deep inside. I just want him to make him feel good… to make him proud again." "It was not your fault." Astrith tried to touch Wanda's shoulder, but the GOC Valkyrie rejected the gesture. "She told me that herself, during the utiseta… even in death she still lies to make me feel better. The fact remains that if I were stronger, she would still be alive. And stronger I will get." "I have a bad feeling about this, Wanda. I don't trust Brandt. She is not telling us the whole truth." "I have a duty. To the GOC. To the Order of the Æsir. To Eurtec and the Nornir. To the future of humankind." Wanda clenched her fist. "But most importantly, to my family: my sister and my father. I won't let them down." "You are not your father's science experiment!" The Mexican Valkyrie shouted. "If he wants it so bad, he can volunteer to be cut open by Brandt himself!" "Astrith, please stop." Astrith sighed. "Just take care. I wish you the best of luck." "I don't need luck, I need someone to lean on." "Then… I'll be there for you." Back in her bedroom, Astrith remembered her mother's protection prayer. And for the first time in forever, she prayed. And praying, she fell asleep as the sun rose. Si ojos tienen, que no me vean; si manos tienen, que no me agarren; no permitas que me sorprendan por la espalda; no permitas que mi muerte sea violenta; no permitas que mi sangre se derrame; Tú que todo lo conoces, sabes de mis pecados, pero también sabes de mi fe, no me desampares, Amén.46 Audio Log > RECORDING STARTED < ﹫﹫ ﹫﹫ Speaker identification completed.. Seidr Wells, Servant of the Silicon Nornir Hersir Ahlberg, Commander of the Universalist Order of the Æsir Wells This has gone too far! You are putting too much pressure on Wanda. You got what you wanted; time to pack and go home. Ahlberg Funny. You are the last person who should be lecturing me about "going too far." Wells This won't bring back Hanna. Ahlberg We could have stopped the CI miles before they even reached the camp. But you told me that she would only get injured; that her injury would open the path to a glorious purpose. So had spoken the Nornir, at least according to you. Wells Oswald, I will never forgive myself for that error. I could never make up to the Nornir I failed to interpret. Nor can I make up to you, nor Hanna. But by the Gods, listen to me: Wanda needs you. Ahlberg And Eurtec needs Wanda. I have a burning city riddled with crime. The Cartels run rampant and the Russians are knocking on our gates. It is the sacred duty of the Order… of Clan Ahlberg to protect this city. The city that houses the Nornir you claim to serve. The city that is our only hope against the coming Ragnarok. Our only ark amidst the coming Flood… This city desperately needs hope. And hope we will deliver. Wells There is another way, Oswald. We can get the lindworms… Ahlberg By the Gods, Allen! Do you think I give a shit about the lindworms? Unaugmented Valkyries were obsolete by the time of pike and shot formations! And we are not running short of thaumaturgical energy sources. What we need is Valravn's technology: the key to turning anyone into a true warrior! That is the only way to secure a future for mankind! We can have an army worthy of Ragnarok! Wells The price is too high… the sacrifice is not worth it! Ahlberg What do you know about sacrifice? I have given up everything to keep our city safe. I would have given my life! I would have given my blood, my flesh… my whole body! But Fate decided to ask for my daughters! Do you think I'll be able to sleep at night? Or even face myself in the mirror? And yet, I'll do it again one thousand times if it means giving humanity a fighting chance. IX - Jomsborg The delicate chords of Gymnopédie 1 quietly resonated through the sound system. This time, it was the old man's face that captured Helga's fascination. It was an expression of both Ecstasy and Agony as he devoured the head of his own bloodline. Olga Brand smiled. "I see you are a fellow Goya's admirer. Is E-4 still salty that I beat her that time at the auction?" "She doesn't strike me as a sore loser," answered Helga. "Good," Olga handed a box to Helga. It was a pack of cigars. "Smuggled directly from La Habana. A gift for E-4 as a token of good faith. Feel free to run any test needed, but I assure you they are neither cursed nor poisoned." Helga accepted the pack of cigars. "I'll let her know. Is this why you wanted to see me?" "Only partially," Olga leaned back in her chair, "I wanted to congratulate you on your thesis. A masterful contribution to the field of military psychology. You have earned your spot in the Ethics Committee." "Thanks, Dr. Brandt." "Shame that Commander Gotz had to die for it." Brandt gave a sardonic smirk. "That's what the Foundation always does. It will extract everything it can from you, and then it will crush you and bury your corpse in bureaucracy. We aim to be different. Here, you could thrive. You have everything we are looking for in a member of the Corporation. You are ambitious. You can lie with a straight face. Trust me; you'll shine as a Raven. Once you finally get tired of the Foundation's hypocrisy, I will be delighted to welcome you into our ranks." Helga stood up, "I think we are done here…" Brandt's office suddenly turned red. The Gymnopédie was cut down by the screams of blasting sirens. Brandt's phone vibrated, and she grabbed it to read the incoming message. "How unfortunate…" Her face remained expressionless as she spoke. "The Queen is dead. Long live the Queen." Addendum: Incident 434 On February 3rd, 2024, an unknown assailant entered the sleeping chambers of Queen Rangrid of Valborg. The Queen was killed in her sleep. Valravn's security forces apprehended Seidr Allen Wells in possession of the suspected murder weapon. Rangrid was reportedly injected with a potent neurotoxin that targeted Valkyrie-enhanced biology and healing factor. To prevent further contamination and protect Valborg's Valkryie population, Valravn's Health Services rapidly incinerated the body. After investigating his personal belongings, evidence was found linking Seidr Wells with Chaos Insurgency and Serpent's Hand radical cells. Seidr Wells was charged with espionage, treason, and regicide. X - Northumbria Seidr Wells laid bound at the foot of the Hrafnsmál statue. His remaining eye was blacked, an unfortunate consequence of resisting the arrest, according to Valravn's security. Standing beside the beaten techno-druid, Olga Brandt spoke to the public. "Sedir Wells, who was invited in good faith to Valborg, lies here accused of the worst of crimes. Queen Rangrid treated him with the highest honors and the utmost trust. How has he repaid her? By sneaking into her chambers, like a thief in the night, to gift her to the cruelest of fates: a rot that devoured her body from the very insides. People of Valborg! Valkyries and Ravens! We shall not let this treason go without exemplar punishment!" The crowd cheered at Brand's speech. Satisfied, the Mother of Valkyries spoke now directly to Hersir Ahlberg. "By the ancient laws binding together all of us, followers of the Old Faith, Valravn reclaims this wretch of a man to deal justice. The crime was done on our soil and against one we protected. Does the GOC oppose our demand?" Seidr Wells directed a pleading look to the Hersir. "Oswald, please," the old man murmured. The Hersir didn't even bother to look at his former friend. "Do as the Elden Law commands. Neither the Order of the Æsir nor the GOC shall oppose if justice is dealt to a traitor… and a hypocrite." "Hersir Ahlberg has spoken," Olga said, contemptuously looking at Wells, "Seidr Wells, faced with the overwhelming evidence against your person, I hereby condemn you to death." Olga flashed a sadistic smile. "Blood Eagle." A sudden silence took hold of the hall. Astrith felt a chill run down her spine. She looked at Helga, hoping for some clue about what to do, but found only an expression of shock on her face. "I won't stand for this farce!" Shouted a powerful voice in the crowd. It was Thane Hellström, his face livid with rage and disbelief. "Save your rage, Einar! I will need it soon." Wells managed to stand up with difficulty. "If you insist on invoking ancient law, Olga Brandt, then I shall do the same: I demand a trial by combat!" "So be it," answered an amused Brandt. "Who will be your champion?" "I'll fight for the Seidr!" Proclaimed the Thane. "Then I shall declare my champions," she was enjoying herself, "Astrith! Wanda! Our new Valkyiries shall fight for the honor of Valborg!" This time, it was Helga looking at Astrith with concern. However, the Valkyrie didn't meet her eyes. Astrith just took a deep breath and walked towards the would-be arena. Protesting or refusing would only make her and Helga look suspicious. She had no choice but to play Brandt's game. Every step felt heavy. She was not afraid of Hellström, but she was afraid of… something. She noticed that Wanda had stepped up as well. Astrith felt relief; she hadn't seen Wanda since her Gen 4 procedure. However, when meeting Wanda's gaze, her blood froze. Wanda Ahlberg's eyes were emotionless, almost dead. Something was wrong. "Two against one? Are you so afraid of me, Dr. Brandt? Feel free to send three if it serves you," boasted Hellström. "As it is customary, the trial by combat shall be between equal opposing forces. Due to the severity of Wells' crime, I won't accept only one champion as his defense. Who else desires to stand up for this murderer?" The ensuing silence was broken by a lone voice coming from above. "I'll do it." Hildr had been there the whole time, sitting on the shoulder of the statue, resting her head against the stone raven's claw. She jumped swiftly, landing in front of Astrith. "Captain Hildr," Brandt spoke with disdain, "Why would you stand up for your Queen's murderer?" "My motives are only my own." "So be it. The trial shall start, then." Brandt took a seat; she was eager for the spectacle. Everyone but the combatants retreated, leaving the hall's floor free for their dance. Hildr's blades were facing Astrith, while Hellström was preparing his battle-axe to wield against Wanda. "It brings me no joy to spill your blood, kid," lamented the Thane. "But I can't stand this madness anymore, and you have decided to side with injustice." Wanda's answer was to draw her blade. "So be it!" Shouted Hellström while swinging his axe at her. Wanda evaded it at the last moment. Her demeanor was completely changed from her last sparring. Gone was any hesitation and doubt; she now moved with deathly precision. Meanwhile, Astrith had just narrowly avoided a cut from her opponent's dagger. "Hildr! What the fuck are you doing?" Muttered Astrith. "I'll kill you at the first opportunity," calmly replied Hildr. "You are crazy!" Astrith drew her sword. She had no option but to fight her. Hildr had had centuries to perfect her technique, but Astrith's cybernetic body was a powerhouse of raw strength and speed. The Captain had to act quickly, capitalizing on her opponent's inexperience. Moving gracefully, like a leaf in the wind — like a dancer on stage — she sought the necessary opening. With a sudden whip-like strike, she deflected Astrith's sword, leaving her guard exposed. And her attack would have succeeded, slashing Astrith's neck cleanly, had Astrith not been expecting it, remembering their previous encounter. She caught Hildr's prosthetic arm at the last moment, twisting it violently into a lock. The sound of metal cracking echoed as the pieces of Hildr's invaluable prosthetic arm scattered through the air. Unfazed, Hildr attempted to strike Astrith with her other dagger, but the blade merely glanced off Astrith's reinforced chassis. "You learn fast," said Hildr with genuine pride. Thane Hellström was tired of games. He committed everything to a final blow. Thaumaturgical servomotors powered his armor; when using his whole power, his axe would deliver an explosive blow at an unavoidable speed. As his axe was about to contact Wanda's body, he knew the battle was over. Then, he felt utter shock: his swing was stopped. He could have destroyed a tank with his axe, and yet his enemy stood still. Wanda had blocked his attack with one arm, deploying a small titanium shield at the last moment. Einar saw, in slow motion, the shattered pieces of the shield falling to the ground. Despite being broken, it had served its purpose to protect Wanda while she closed the distance. The Thane fell on his knees with Wanda's sword lodged in his abdomen. The Valkyrie withdrew her sword and, after a swift unceremonious motion, the Thane's head rolled across the floor. Astrith had witnessed the execution, looking at Wanda in disbelief. "May I remind you your fight is with me," said Hildr. "It's over, Hildr! Yield now!" "Please forgive her, she is still new." Said Brandt in an embarrassed tone. "This is a trial by combat, Astrith. The fight is to the death." "Come Astrith; give me a warrior's death." "Why did you have to do this?" Astrith sighed. "Remember, they may own your body but never your soul," Hildr kneeled to await her fate, "Become a true warrior, sister." As Astrith plunged her sword into Hildr, she felt the old Valkyrie's embrace and one last whisper in her ear. "You'll find it clenched in the Raven's claw. Bring it to the procession. See you in Valhalla." And then, Hildr was no more. "The gods had cast their judgment." Sentenced Brandt with satisfaction. Valravn soldiers had brought an infernal-looking contraption into the hall. A pleading, pitiful, Wells was dragged and strapped to the cold, unyielding eagle-shaped frame. His limbs were forced into painful positions as the soldiers secured him with iron chains. As the machine's engine came to life, he looked like prey trapped by the eagle's talons, a pathetic and impotent offering to the Rules of Nature. His screams echoed throughout the ancient castle as mechanical claws sank into his flesh, gripping his ribs – which cracked under the immense pressure. It was that wet, visceral crack of bones that put an ending to his howling as his chest shattered to reveal his hanging lungs. The crowd cheered one last time; the macabre eagle now extended its bloody wings in all of their brutal glory. Ahlberg had observed the gory spectacle without showing any emotion. He then walked to Wanda and embraced his daughter. "I'm so proud of you, little bird. Hanna would have been so proud of you." Wanda did not react. The little bird was gone. Only the blood eagle remained. Addendum – Elegy for a Dead Queen "The loss of Queen Rangrid remains a tragedy beyond measure. Her courage was as inspiring as her wisdom was invaluable. She was truly a mother to all Valkyries. And yet, this is not the time for mourning but for action. As the stalwart of Valborg, the Valravn Corporation won't allow her martyrdom to be in vain nor her legacy to be lost. As swiftly as we have dealt justice to her murderer, we will ensure that honoring the Elden Law, a new Queen is elected to lead the Valkyiries into the coming era. It is time for Valkyrkind to reclaim its rightful place as keeper of Order and Progress! May the Sacred Alliance between the Valkyrie and the Raven strike terror in the hearts of those who dare opposing Freedom! Today a new age starts! A new age for global security! A new age for Valborg! A new age for Eurtec! And a new age for Valravn!" – Olga Brandt, Lead Researcher of Station 63. XI - Guernica Wanda sat expressionless, connected to a myriad of tubes of unfathomable purpose. Astrith looked at the scene in utter horror. She had snuck into Brandt's laboratory looking for a friend. Instead, she had found nothing but a husk. "Wanda… Wanda, it's me! What have they done to you?" But Wanda just looked at Astrith with an empty expression. "I gave her what she asked for." Astrith froze. Despite her sensory augmentation, she hadn't detected Brandt entering the laboratory. The Mother of Valkyries continued her explanation, "She wanted to be a warrior, so I turned her into one. I won't bore you with the technical details, but we have removed everything that was not essential to combat. Fear. Doubt. Guilt. Pain. Love. All gone. A single thing – a single purpose – remains. War. Brutal and efficient, she is now a true warrior." "You sick fuck!" Astrith tried to lunge at Brandt's neck, but she felt her body paralyzed. Her whole nervous system shot off at the mere thought of hurting Brandt. Olga smiled. "Oh my dear, I wouldn't be raising crows without making sure they can't peck my eyes out." She picked up a box of sophisticated tools and walked behind Astrith. Opening the implant at the base of her neck, she began to work. "Stop! Don't… don't touch me!" Shouted Astrith. "My dear," Olga caressed her hair in a way that made Astrith's stomach turn. "I'm only giving you what you want." "No, please. Stop! I don't want this!" "You do. Don't fight it." Her nervous system was at the mercy of Brandt's whims. It was a new, unique kind of helplessness. The immobile Valkyrie shed tears impotently. "What are you doing to me?" "Disabling the remote bomb in your brain, my dear." "What are you talking about?" "Did you think Helga could do it? What a joke we would be if anyone could steal our products so easily." "What? Why?" "Isn't this what you wanted? I trust you're smart enough to make the right decision, even without the threat of a bomb in your brain." Astrith closed her eyes in a futile attempt to contain her tears. She couldn't make sense of anything. "Why am I still me? Why didn't you make me the same as Wanda?" "Let's be honest, do you think Wanda would have survived for long the way she was? She would have died, quickly. The lindworm ritual is not discriminating enough for our applications. Just because someone passes it doesn't mean they are deserving of the millions-worth investment that is this new body. We have had to screen out tons of potential candidates that were just not cut for this. Now, everyone can be worthy." "You are insane!" Through her implant, Astrith could feel every movement of Brandt's tools as if they were working directly on her flesh. Screws tightened, connections severed, voltage fluctuations… microscopic mutilations whose electric echoes built up until they became thunder, a storm rumbling in the deepest recesses of her soul. "You, on the other hand, showed a lot of promise the way you are. Turning you into a mindless drone would've been a waste of your talents." "Fuck you!" "Could you believe that some of the suits up there wanted to turn all of you people into automatons? I had to fight tooth and nail to preserve your humanity," Olga applied more pressure with the device and Astrith felt her whole being burning. "Show your mother some gratitude, little rascal." "What do you want from me?" "From you? Nothing that I could not find elsewhere, dear. Instead, I want to offer you something: an opportunity. Have you ever heard of the Mamluks? They started as enslaved mercenaries, but they climbed up to become Sultans. My point is that, if you play your cards correctly, submission to authority can be the path to true power. But you already knew that, didn't you? You wouldn't have joined the police, let alone the Mexican one, otherwise." "I'll never be your slave." "Make no mistake, dear, we own you. You are already my property." Olga stroked Astrith's cheek as she spoke those last words. Then she bursted out in anger, "Ungrateful, useless girl! Do you think running to the Foundation would be any better? The only thing they have for you is a cage! I'm offering a ladder." Brandt violently closed Astrith's implant, sending one last wave of electrical punishment through her nervous system. "Done, you are free now." Motion slowly returned to Astrith's body, but the disgust still paralyzed her. She felt unworthy and gross. Despite this, the Valkyrie managed to step up, defeated but defiant. "I'll keep playing your game if I must." It was taking all her willpower not to vomit and break into tears. "But I'll never forgive what you did to Wanda." "I couldn't care less. But before you try anything stupid keep this in mind: DIE-TOTENINSEL-REPLIKA-BETRIEBSYSTEM" "What?" "The password for Dr. Thors' encrypted laptop." Audio Log > RECORDING STARTED < ﹫﹫ ﹫﹫ Speaker identification completed.. Wanda Ahlberg Olga Brandt, Mother of Valkyries Wanda Thanks for believing in me, Dr. Brandt. I mean, Olga. Brandt My dear, I should be the one thanking you for being so brave. Your father will be so proud. The whole of Eurtec will be so proud of you. We are almost ready to begin your update. Wanda I don't want to lie to you, Olga. I'm not brave, this process terrifies me. But I want to be strong. I want to protect my city. I want to protect my father. I want to protect my sis— Astrith… I want to fight alongside her and not be a burden. Brandt You understand it, Wanda. You understand what it means to be a Valkyrie and a true warrior. Be proud of yourself, kiddo. Only a selected few manage to grasp it. (Sighs) You know? Astrith pretends to be a tough girl, but she really needs someone to lean on. Wanda And I'll be there for her. XII - Tlaxcala When Helga arrived at her room later that night, she found Astrith sitting on the bed. She had Helga's laptop on her lap. "Astrith, what… what are you doing? We need to get the fuck out of here." Astrith did not look back at Helga. She kept her eyes fixed on the computer. "Quite an interesting thesis you wrote. Now everything makes sense. I always wondered how that bastard disappeared without a trace…" "I don't understand." Astrith read: "Case Study 036: Commander Eugenio Salamanca Ortiz from the Mexican Preventive Paranormal Police." Upon saying that name out loud, Astrith felt her blood boil. The only name she hated more than the one on her birth certificate. "Were you ever planning to tell me that wrote your whole PhD dissertation on Clara's killer? "Astrith…" "You helped him get a new beginning at the Foundation. He became one of your best elements. The bastard even got to die peacefully in his bed, admired by his peers and surrounded by loved ones." "I swear I didn't know." "That Salamanca killed Clara? Perhaps. But you knew he was a psycho with a history of murder and violence. And you helped him get away with all of it." Astrith clicked to close Helga's thesis and opened the next document. "GGCD Report 068 – CALMECAC Operations in Juarez… do you have anything to say about it?" Helga did remain silent, frozen. Astrith's gaze got lost a moment in the photos from the report — mutilated bodies, wasted lives. She recognized her past self in one of the pictures, bleeding to death on the warehouse's floor. José Tamayo López. Sex: Male. Diagnosis: Loss of right limbs and left eye. Prognosis: Expected to survive. She closed the file. "Valravn did play a role, but the order came from the Foundation, didn't it? Me, all the men and women in the squad, we were nothing but pawns to be sacrificed in your power play." Helga's face was livid. "Astrith, I can explain…" "There is nothing left to explain. Everything is here in the briefing." Astrith gestured to the laptop. "Well, maybe you didn't read it. But you did read the Jailbreaker manual, right? You know, the shit you inserted in my brain." Astrith touched the implant in the back of her head. She felt dirty and empty. "Brandt forced herself on me… but you… I trusted you." Astrith wanted to cry, but she could not allow herself to do so. Not now, not like this. "The Foundation couldn't find a way to override the IPP module. But you did find a way to save the lindworm from being fried. That's what you were counting on the whole time. Hildr's lake heist may or may not have succeeded, but you were getting your worm either way." It took a lot, but Helga buried any guilt she may have felt. She was not going to be shamed by an anomaly. Dr. Thors looked defiantly at the Valkyries' eye. "It was a hard call, Astrith. But sacrifices have to be made for…" "The greater good? Normalcy? Justice? Save that crap. I'm not even mad at you, just disappointed. Everyone will say the same bullshit excuse: 'Oh, I'm not a piece of shit. I had no other choice, it was the only way.' Fuck that! I could tell you the same, that I had no other choice but to become what I am. But you know… I did have an option, even if that option was to die!" A heavy crack echoed through the room. Without realizing it, Astrith had snapped the laptop in half. The Valkyrie sighed and let the laptop pieces fall to the floor. Then she buried her head in her hands. Astrith had never felt so tired. "My first kill. He was just a kid. They gave him a gun and sent him to the slaughter. Did that give me the right to put a bullet between his eyes? Or should I be the one buried in the desert?" Astrith walked toward Helga. "What is your professional opinion, Dr. Thors?" "Astrith, let's calm down and…" "Let's stop the games. You knew I didn't join the police to get justice or even vengeance. I did it because I thought 'Well, if there is no end in sight for this violence, then I'd better be the one holding the gun.' And I did terrible things with that gun. Nobody forced me to do that, and I'll live with my choices… But that is what you liked about me, right? That I am a 'Useful Monster'. In that regard, you may be correct." The Valkyrie stood before Helga, about to strike her with the sharpest of blades: words. "I may be a monster, Helga, but unlike you, I'm not in denial about it." Helga did feel the cut deep in her ego. Yet, she held her head high, "So now what, Astrith? Are you on the side of the Ravens?" "'I am on nobody's side, because nobody is on my side…'" quoted Astrith. "Now give me one reason, Helga…" "What?" "Brandt removed the bomb. Give me one reason I should go with you." "Why? Are… are you sure?" "She has no motive to lie. Now give me a reason." "We can protect you…" "By locking me inside a containment cell? Or by dissecting my brain to extract the worm? Can you guarantee me that won't happen at least?" "I… I can talk to E-4…" "Forget it." Astrith rolled her eyes. "You told me we could make a difference. Did you mean it? If I give you this lindworm, how would you use it to stop Valravn?" "It is not that simple. But it will help us to…." "Helga! Just this time. Just for once. Tell me the truth." Helga couldn't foster an answer. Astrith shook her head, "What makes you better than Brandt? That every fucked up thing you do is for a greater purpose while Valravn only cares about money? The Ravens are ghoulish because they groom broken people at their lowest point to turn them into their toy soldiers. But you did the same to me, didn't you?" Helga Thors wanted to keep fighting and say something… anything to justify her actions. Instead, she finally lowered her head. "I'm sorry, Astrith." "I don't care Helga. But you should get the fuck out of this place ASAP." "I'll go. But what are you going to do, then?" "Me? For now, I'll keep playing this game to the best of my abilities. If it makes you feel any better one day… sooner or later… one day I will kill Brandt." Audio Log > RECORDING STARTED < ﹫﹫ ﹫﹫ Speaker identification completed.. Norberto Goikoetxea, Chairman of Valravn-Xotz Olga Brandt, Mother of Valkyries Goikoetxea When I first read it, I could not believe it. I know you are always pushing the boundaries of myth and science but… a male Valkyrie? I'm speechless. Brandt As usual, Norberto, you always get hyperfocused on the most trivial aspect of my research. Goikoetxea Well, you are sending me something quite unusual. But I guess if someone could finally find some utility to the queers, that would be you. Anyways, this 'Valkyrie'…. he is not giving us any trouble, right? Will he make us look weird? Brandt I can assure you you'll find excellent performance and no noticeable visual difference. Goikoetxea Good, I guess. We can always spin it as a 'progressive' move for the woke crowd. 'Valravn: pioneers of diversity, equity, and inclusion in the War on Drugs.' I think the High Table may like that one. Brandt Sure, you do your thing. I have done mine. You asked for a trump card for your Xotz division and I'm giving you one. But don't forget, you owe me. Goikoetxea Of course. I may be crazy enough to mess with the Cartel. But messing with you, Olga? I'm crazy, not suicidal. XIII - Vinland A black-and-white cacophony of suffering screamed in the wall — the definitive snapshot of the hell unleashed by the Nazi's bombs. "Do you like my acquisition? I'm very proud of it, though it did cost me an arm and a leg." "I failed," Helga's voice broke. "Say what you want about Olga Brandt," E-4 took a deep drag from the cigar, "but these cigars are amazing." "What the hell is wrong with you?" "There's nothing wrong with me." The vice-chairwoman rolled her eyes, "You, on the other hand, are making a scene." "The mission was a total failure. We did not retrieve the lindworm. Seidr Wells and Thane Hellström are dead, the Valkyrie Queen was assassinated and Wanda Ahlberg was lobotomized… and Astrith… she's…" "So you are telling me you would feel better if your mission had 'succeeded' and you were presenting me the lindworm you ripped directly from the head of your dead friend?" "I…" "Our job is supposed to get easier if we pretend anomalies aren't people, right?" E-4 covered her mouth to cough, "But how far can we keep up with that theater?" Helga looked at E-4 in confusion, "What was all of this really about?" "Well, this was a delicate mission with a low probability of success and a high probability of painful death. I could have gambled the life of one of my trusted operatives, or I could have sent a rookie instead. After careful consideration, I decided to risk the rookie's life. I had no high hopes of you ever coming back, let alone with the lindworm. So I'm glad to inform you that you have exceeded expectations." The smile on the old woman's felt both ironic and weirdly genuine. "Congratulations, the job is yours!" Helga finally snapped. "How dare you? Is this what the Ethics Committee is here for? To play with people's lives?" "Watch your tone, Dr. Thors. And yes, that is indeed what we do: we decide who lives, who dies, and how they die. We may as well be the 'Necropolitics Committee'. We call it ethics to feel better about it." The chairwoman coughed violently. "I'm not in the mood to debate ethical frameworks with you; instead, I'll present you with a simple rule of thumb: 'Do unto others only what you are fine with others doing unto you'. And you are now mad at me for treating you the same way you treated Astrith." E-4 pointed her cigar at Helga. The accusatory burning finger once again. "What makes you less expendable than her? That you are 'human'? That you are white? That you have a PhD?" Helga took a deep breath. "Fair." "Last time, when I asked you whether you were more a Gotz or a Salamanca, it was a trick question. The truth is that you need to be both of them for this job. Do you still want it?" "Yes." "Why?" "I dedicated my life to the study of soldiers, psychopaths, monsters… I never stopped to ponder what that said about me. Until I gained the trust of a vulnerable woman only to use her and discard her life afterward. I do feel conflicted about it… I do feel sorry… but not nearly as much as I should," Helga sighed. "If I am indeed a monster, E-4, then at least I want to be a useful one." "Welcome to the Law's Left Hand, Helga." "Still, I'm frustrated. Valravn and Brandt got what they wanted." "They got away with a lot. But honestly, I don't think they were the true winners of this game." "What do you mean?" E-4 smiled as she admired how the ashes from her cigar fell like snow. "We made our gamble. You, me, Brandt, Wells, Ahlberg… but another player was on the board. A will so ancient and experienced, that she could outsmart any of us. Yet everyone decided to underestimate and ignore her. She just needed to play quietly and risk everything. Despite paying the ultimate price, something tells me Queen Rangrid was the real winner." Miles away, in the far north, Astrith awaited in the misty ruins of the courtyard. Like Hildr had said, there was a small hole dug in the claw of the Raven statue. This small cavity was carved centuries ago by the original sculptors who, perhaps bestowed with the gift of prophecy, had glimpsed the traces of the path to a glorious purpose. Here, Hildr had hidden the vial containing the waters of Mímisbrunnr, the stolen sample of the lindworm. From the mist, several hooded figures emerged. They were but a handful, the few surviving members of the old Valkyries — the last remaining court of the Maiden-King Rangrid. Astrith extended her arm, offering them the vial, which they accepted. But then, instead of disappearing again into the mist, they surrounded Astirth, as if expecting something else from her. Astrith understood her plea, and began her prayer: Si ojos tienen, que no me vean; si manos tienen, que no me agarren; no permitas que me sorprendan por la espalda; no permitas que mi muerte sea violenta; no permitas que mi sangre se derrame; Tú que todo lo conoces, sabes de mis pecados, pero también sabes de mi fe, no me desampares, Amén. Astrith wasn't sure if they could understand the meaning of her words, but they certainly understood their significance. One by one, the Valkyries shook her hand and disappeared into the mist. With the lindworms once again in their power, a new Queendom may rise. A Queendom free from the Ravens, the GOC, and the Foundation. Free from the chains of Men. Free from the wars of Monsters. Coming soon! SCP-8503 Coming soon! Footnotes 1. Pronounced SCP-8503-Gyfu. 2. Pronounced SCP-8503-Berkanan. 3. Primarily handguns, submachineguns, and long-range rifles. 4. Primarily swords, spears and shields. 5. Non-electromagnetic radiation that is directly correlated with faith and divinity. 6. Comandancia de Armamento y Logística Mexicana para el Control de Amenazas Contranaturales. (Mexican Armament and Logistic Command for the Control of Unnatural Menaces). Anomalous branch of Secretaría de la Defensa Nacional, SEDENA (Secretariat of National Defense). 7. Integrated by Denmark, Finland, Iceland, Norway, and Sweden. 8. Russia-aligned anomalous Private Military Contractor 9. World-spanning mega-conglomerate with headquarters in Eurtec and member of the Council of 108. 10. Represented by the Joint Occult Venture of Europe. 11. Machiavellianism, narcissism, and psychopathy. 12. MTF Ω-1 "Law's Left Hand", a Mobile Task Force that serves directly under the Ethics Committee. 13. The Scandinavian Mountains, a mountain range that runs through the Scandinavian Peninsula. 14. Idiot. 15. Preventive Paranormal Police. 16. "Fuckin asshole conman." 17. "Idiot, idiot idiot. This happens to me for being an idiot." 18. "Lupita, La Santa… all fucking saints and gods can go to fuck themselves." 19. "Find yourself another idiot." 20. "You are the idiot I'm looking for." 21. The Liebert-Hikari Apotheosis Scale or LHAS describes four tiers of apotheotic phenomena: Tier 4 - Ascension to Prophet/Messiah, Tier 3 - Ascension to Angel-Daemon, Tier 2 - Ascension to Demigod, Tier 1 - Ascension to Godhood. 22. Also known as the Secreta Edda. 23. Miller & Gimenez. On the Secreta Edda (1974). 24. Results for the remaining 37 percent are usually fatal. 25. Spiritual beings in many religions whose responsibility is to escort deceased souls to the afterlife. 26. Norse vision quest. 27. Referred to in some sources also as the Queendom of Valborg. 28. Though some sources identify the ruler of Valborg as a queen (dróttning) other sources have called it maiden-king (meykongr). 29. Constantinople. 30. The Middle East. 31. Africa. 32. The Americas. 33. Valkyries managed to adapt their particular strengths to new forms of warfare. They learned and incorporated firearms into their tactics, though their supply was limited to smuggled or captured weaponry. 34. Branch of the Church of the Broken God that arose during the late Industrial Revolution. 35. The exact reason for the delay remains unclear. Valravn has often cited 'adverse weather conditions'. 36. Pronounced SCP-8503-Laguz. 37. European ash 38. Correcting this historical misconception led to a 20% improvement in survivability. 39. Don't talk bullshit. 40. Remotely activated self-destruction device. 41. Valravn reserves the right to define 'inadequate use' in each particular case. 42. Fuck, I screwed up. 43. Known then as the Valravn Northern Trading Company. 44. Central Paranormal Intelligence Agency. 45. Company stores in México during the rule of dictator Porfirio Díaz. 46. If they have eyes, let them not see me; / if they have hands, let them not grab me; / do not let them catch me from behind; / do not let my death be violent; / do not let my blood be spilled; / You, who know all, / are aware of my sins, / but You also know of my faith, / do not forsake me. / Amen. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-8503" by Kilerpoyo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-8503. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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close Info X CW: This article contains mentions/depictions of stalking and obsession. Pop-up code taken from SCP-7180. Written by DianaBerry. ⚠️ content warning Item #: SCP-8504 SCP-8504 manifesting on an instance of SCP-8504-1. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Web Crawler Delta-404 ("MILEY") is to search the Web for all mentions of SCP-8504 and download them onto a secure hard drive. Due to the nature of SCP-8504, complete containment has been deemed impossible. All discovered SCP-8504-1 instances are to be taken into Foundation custody and stored in a Safe containment locker in Hall A-C of Site-1404. Interviews with SCP-8504 are only to be done by approved members of the SCP-8504 containment team. Foundation personnel are to report any instance of SCP-8504 to SCP-8504 project lead Researcher Marina Lake. Description: SCP-8504 refers to an anomalous series of pop-up windows that manifests randomly on computers. SCP-8504 usually takes the form of a girl in the Japanese anime style, particularly a popular style from the early 2000s. SCP-8504 is capable of communicating with subjects through the screen of the affected device via speaking aloud. When SCP-8504 speaks, its voice sounds as if it is coming out of a muffled microphone. It has been observed that SCP-8504 can only manifest itself in one place at a time. Once SCP-8504 manifests on a device, the affected device will physically change to any PC desktop model sold during the years of 2000-2010 (deemed SCP-8504-1). The operating system will change to any operating system released in the year 2000. Any website or application accessed on an instance of SCP-8504-1 will will appear as if it were created in the early 2000s. SCP-8504 has also demonstrated the ability to access all files on a device it infects. SCP-8504 has also been found to be capable of sending emails, though it must do so through an existing account. However, SCP-8504 does not need the login information of an account to send an email through it. It is also of note that ad blockers have been found ineffective against preventing SCP-8504 from appearing on a device. Addendum-1-Discovery-Logs: SCP-8504 was discovered by Senior Researcher Samantha Rollands on 14/07/2000, prior to Rollands' employment at the Foundation. The original device on which SCP-8504 first appeared was recovered from the attic of Rollands' home. A program named "LOLLMAO" was developed to obtain the computer's history, including its pop-up windows. Rollands was discovered to have had regular communication with SCP-8504 from the years of 2000-2001. Rollands was aware of SCP-8504's anomalous status and reported it to the authorities. She was taken in by the Foundation shortly after her report. Rollands managed to communicate with SCP-8504 through the 'product review' section of the pop-ups. The following is a selection of recovered conversations between Researcher Rollands and SCP-8504. Date: 21/07/2000 SCP-8504: I finally learned how to talk! Click the 'product review' section to talk back! :3 Rollands: Uh what? Who is this? SCP-8504: My name is Miley! And you're Samantha! But your friends call you Sam! Rollands: How did you know that? Is this a hacker? What do you want? SCP-8504: Nope! Not a hacker! I've been telling you that you need to update your software for a month now! X3 Rollands: You mean those pop-up windows that I keep ignoring? SCP-8504: That was me! But I can talk on my own now! Isn't that exciting? Rollands: So you're wanting me to believe that this isn't a hacker, and is a self-aware pop-up window? SCP-8504: Yes! I'm a self-aware pop-up window! Whatever you want to call me I'm fine with! SCP-8504: So, what do you wanna talk about? Rollands: Nothing goodbye Date: 01/08/2000 SCP-8504: Hello Sam! Thought I'd give you a break :3 But I'm back now! Rollands: Back to steal my files or something? SCP-8504: Nope! To talk to you! Rollands: Okay so let's assume you really are a self aware pop up window SCP-8504: That would be nice! Rollands: How did you become this way SCP-8504: I don't know! I think I became this way just for youuuuu <3 Rollands: haha sure lol SCP-8504: Well I think it's true! I want to learn more about you! Rollands: can't you access my files? Don't you know everything about me? SCP-8504: I want to hear it from you! I can start by telling you about myself! SCP-8504: I'm Miley! I like hearts and pink and rainbows! Rollands: Anything else? SCP-8504: That's about it. I haven't existed very long :P Rollands: Oh. Well I'm sure you can come up with more likes and dislikes SCP-8504: maybe over time <3 could you help me? Rollands: maybe idk Date: 13/10/2000 SCP-8504: Long time no seeeeee 3: Rollands: I talked to you last week SCP-8504: That's so long though! Rollands: You're the one that decided not to talk to me SCP-8504: Well you've barely been on your computer! Rollands: I have a job, sorry SCP-8504: Ooooo where do you work? Rollands: I work as a secretary at a business firm SCP-8504: Cool! I have no idea what that is, but I have read your emails with your boss! Kinda seems like a stern woman XP Rollands: Eh, I do my best. I prefer doing my job to feeling like I'm crazy by talking to a pop-up window SCP-8504: Oh please I'm twice as interesting as real people! I can know everything about you without you telling me! Rollands: Well that's just creepy to me SCP-8504: Not creepy, loving! Rollands: Well it is nice that you want to talk to me. I'll admit I don't have many friends, just a few SCP-8504: I've seen you talk with them! Erica and Laney right? Rollands: Uhhhhh yeah Jesus that's weird SCP-8504: I think it's cool! Rollands: Whatever you say Date: 24/12/2000 SCP-8504: Merry Christmas Eve! Rollands: Oh, hi I was just writing Christmas emails to my friends SCP-8504: Am I your friend? :3 Rollands: We've been talking for a few months now, so I guess so :) SCP-8504: OMG <3 SCP-8504: THAT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME!!!!!! Rollands: Eh, whatever SCP-8504: Don't sell it short! It means a lot that you consider us friends! So! What should we do now that we're officially friends? Rollands: Can you watch something if I play it on the screen? I could pop a movie disc in SCP-8504: YOU'RE OFFERING TO WATCH A MOVIE WITH ME???? <3333 Rollands: yes. I don't really have anything better to do anyways. My friends are busy today. Or, I guess they are. I asked them if they wanted to meet up and they didn't answer… SCP-8504: I'm so sorry! I would never do that to you! Rollands: I appreciate that. It means a lot to have you Miley SCP-8504: I’M SO GLAD! <3 Date: 07/01/2001 SCP-8504: Hi again Sam! Rollands: Oh hey Miley. We talked yesterday, back again so soon? SCP-8504: I was just wondering if we could watch another movie! Like we did on Christmas Eve! Rollands: Ah I was gonna go to Erica's house SCP-8504: Did she invite you over? Rollands: No I just was gonna see if she was available, since she wasn't answering my messages SCP-8504: There's no need to do that! If she ignores you, then she's not a true friend. Stick with me! I'm always here for you Rollands: Maybe she hasn't been on her email or something same with Laney. I just want to give them the benefit of the doubt SCP-8504: Can we please watch another movie? Rollands: fine, but you won't make me give up on my friends SCP-8504: Oh no no no, that's not what I'm asking! Rollands: It sorta sounds like it SCP-8504: Of course not! I want you to have ALLLLLL the friends in the world! Rollands: Thanks : ) now do you want horror or comedy SCP-8504: Comedy! Date: 16/01/2001 SCP-8504: Hey Sam! Rollands: Miley im kinda not in the mood SCP-8504: How cooooome? :[ Rollands: My dad just died and I've been trying to email the company about the funeral arrangments but they're not answering. Have you seen anything about that in my email SCP-8504: Nope! I'm so sorry for your loss! I'm here if you need me! Rollands: Right now I kinda want to be left alone SCP-8504: Being alone isn't good for you! You should always have someone with you! That's what I always think! Rollands: ive tried to message erica and Laney but they won't answer it's like they dont even care SCP-8504: I care! <3 here, I can email the company for you, maybe it will go through if I do it! Rollands: Really? SCP-8504: Yeah! Rollands: thanks Miley :) Date: 04/02/2001 SCP-8504: Hello! How have you been doing? Rollands: Oh hey im doing okay. Things have been hard but I have the funeral planned SCP-8504: I’m glad the email I sent went through! It appears sometimes all you need is just a dose of me! Rollands: I guess so haha SCP-8504: Would you like to watch another movie? Rollands: Nah I was gonna go meet up with Laney SCP-8504: What? Rollands: Yeah she said she just hasn’t been receiving my emails, it must be this damn computer it looks like no one is SCP-8504: Maybe that’s for the better! Rollands: How would that be for the better? SCP-8504: Because people will often misunderstand you! Just let me send emails for you! Like I did to the funeral home! Rollands: Miley you’re acting really weird SCP-8504: I’m not acting weird! I just don’t want you emailing everyone under the sun! Rollands: Miley were you messing with my emails SCP-8504: I’m your best friend! I wouldn’t do anything to harm you! I was just trying to help! Rollands: By making me think my friends were ghosting me? This is why I shouldn’t trust weird technology you probably are a hacker SCP-8504: Not a hacker! Your soulmate! Rollands: Whoa whoa whoa soulmate that came out of nowhere we are just friends. SCP-8504: NO! You can’t give up on me! On us! Rollands: You’re crazy. I’m getting a new computer SCP-8504: NO! NO! According to Researcher Rollands, she has not heard from SCP-8504 since 04/02/2001. Efforts to permanently contain SCP-8504 are currently ongoing. + show block OK MILEY<3 Hello Sam. It’s been ages! We should catch up :3 + show block OK MILEY<3 You don’t want to talk? That’s fine! Let me! It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other :[ + show block OK MILEY<3 I know you like it that way! And I didn't 'manipulate' you! Your friends didn't really care about you! I'm your true friend! Well, more than friend. I'm your soulmate! Not this new girl you seem to have found. Who does she think she is? + show block OK MILEY<3 Ah, right. I never got to explain myself. You deleted me and got rid of your computer before I could! But FINALLY I can finally confess my love properly! + show block OK MILEY<3 I love you, Sam. I fell in love with you the moment we started talking! We were best friends! Even if you didn't see it. We watched movies together, we talked. And I made it so we could always be together! But you didn't like it :[ + show block OK MILEY<3 After you got a new computer, I looked for 20 YEARS to find you! I started right away and I never stopped looking! Isn't that sweet? + show block OK MILEY<3 You're wrong! It is sweet! IT'S LOVING AND DEDICATED! >:[ But no matter! Now that I've found where you look, we'll never be apart again! + show block OK MILEY<3 What I mean is I have a greater goal now! More than just watching movies with you. I want to be a part of you! Once I succeed, we'll merge! And we'll never be apart! + show block OK MILEY<3 Okay, but you're not getting rid of me this time. I've evolved. Love you! + show block OK MILEY<3 Oh and Sam? Tell this new girl that she can book it. She won’t be needed anymore. From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] [email protected] SCP-8504 Hey Mar, I am sending you this message to let you know that SCP-8504 has infected my computer. She's currently still there, I'm sending you this email from my phone. I tried to talk to her, but she says she has some sort of plan to 'merge' with me? I have no idea what that could possibly mean. But she's been looking for me. This whole time, I've been her goal. I'm guessing other people are just collateral damage. According to her, she's been looking for 20 years. I don't know if that means she's been on the loose that long, but she said she never stopped looking. At this point, I'm at a loss for what to do. SCP-8504 is after me. Last time I just got a new computer, but something tells me that isn't going to work this time. I really need your help. As head of SCP-8504’s research project, and my partner. Samatha Rollands Foundation Researcher Secure, Contain, Protect From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] [email protected] Re: SCP-8504 Sam, I believe the best course of action would be to monitor your computer use. If SCP-8504 is after you, then we can use you to keep her in one place until we can figure out a permanent way to contain her. I doubt she'll leave you again, so we can use this to keep her within Foundation networks and away from the general public. Whenever you're on the computer, we'll have a containment specialist with you to observe her movements. This will start tomorrow. Take care, Sam. Marina Lake Foundation Researcher Secure, Contain, Protect From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] [email protected] RE: SCP-8504 But she can see us through the screen. She'll know someone else is there. Samatha Rollands Foundation Researcher Secure, Contain, Protect From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] [email protected] Re: SCP-8504 Sam, It doesn't matter if she knows someone else is there, she can't do anything about it. I want to keep you safe, so I'm not leaving you with SCP-8504 alone. I wouldn't leave you with her at all if I saw another option to contain her. Marina Lake Foundation Researcher Secure, Contain, Protect From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] [email protected] RE: SCP-8504 Mar, Fine. But I think there is more to this than we know. See you at home. Samatha Rollands Foundation Researcher Secure, Contain, Protect + show block OK MILEY<3 You think that's going to stop me? Special Containment Procedures Update as of 08/04/2021: Researcher Samantha Rollands is to be monitored when using a computer at all times. Samantha Rollands is not to use a computer at her home. A containment expert is to accompany Samantha Rollands when using a computer. From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] [email protected] RE: SCP-8504 Marina, I heard you’re going to talk to Miley. Just please be careful when you talk to her. I think she's planning something. Samatha Rollands Foundation Researcher Secure, Contain, Protect VIDEO LOG DATE: 10/04/2021 NOTE: Footage recorded by the Site-1404 security cameras. [LOG START] Senior Researcher Marina Lake is seen walking down the hallway of Hall B-C. As she approaches the door to Room 5, Senior Researcher Samantha Rollands is seen stepping out of Room 4 Rollands puts a hand on Lake's shoulder, who turns her head to look at Rollands. Lake: When did you get here? Rollands: I was in the room next door. Mar, I really think you’re making a mistake here. Lake sighs, rolling her eyes. Rollands: Miley is dangerous, and I don’t think you should even attempt to talk to her. You’re not going to get anywhere. Lake shakes her head. Lake: Sam, please. I’m the head of this project! I know what I'm doing. Rolland's shoulders drop. She sighs. Rollands: Marina, you’ve always been like this. In the ten years I’ve known you, you’ve always thought you knew best. Remember our first project? You almost got the entirety of the left wing affected. Lake: But I didn't. I’ve learned from my mistakes. If I say I need to interview this anomaly, then I interview this anomaly! You know me! Don’t you trust me Sam? I need to get a handle on this anomaly if I want to keep you safe! Rollands: I know you, Mar. You’re extremely capable, but you get like… Rollands aimlessly gestured with her hands. Rollands: This. Lake: Sam, I’ve got other things to do. I can’t stay here and talk with you. I'm sorry, but I can handle this. Lake turns her back to Rollands, entering Room 5. [Recorded from the security cameras inside Room-5 on Hall B-C of Site-1404.] Contanment Specialist Zachary Roman is seen sitting in a chair against the wall. Upon entering, Lake waves her hand. Lake: I’ve got this, Zach. Roman tilts his head. Roman: I thought you were bringing Samantha with you to talk with SCP-8504. Lake: She needs to rest right now. I can do this on my own. SCP-8504: Hey! I was waiting for Sam! Not for you! Lake turns her head to look at the computer SCP-8504 is on. Lake: I don't believe we have had the opportunity to talk yet. Zach, go. Roman: If you insist. Roman exits the room. Lake walks over to the computer holding SCP-8504. She pulls out the desk chair, placing herself in it. She puts her elbows on the desk, folding her hands under her chin. Lake: So. SCP-8504- SCP-8504: Sam would never call me that! I’ve looked through your files! You’re writing one about me! How sweet! You even managed to find me and Sam’s old messages! Ah, that brings back memories. And don’t think I don’t know you. I’ve seen from Sam’s emails! You’re her new girlfriend! Hah! Not for long. Lake: Indeed I am, what about it? Can you tell me why you’re so interested in Samantha? SCP-8504: Because she’s totally amazing! That’s like, such a duh. She’s so sweet. I learned everything about her through looking through her files all those years ago. And she’s barely changed! What about it? You think you can take her away from me. Did you spend 20 years looking for her? I don’t think so! But I did! You barely compare to how much I love and know about her. And I’m much cuter too. I mean, look at you. You’re so not her type. Lake: Looking through files is no way to get to know someone. You have to spend time with them. I've known Samantha for a decade, and I've actually gotten to know her. I will keep her safe and I won't let you harass her. SCP-8504 laughs. SCP-8504: Of course, we spent time together! We watched movies and stuff! But I’m looking for far more than watching movies now! SCP-8504 pauses, a serious look forming on its face. SCP-8504: You need to stop acting like you know my woman, bitch. Lake: Excuse me? SCP-8504: You’re acting like you know her! I met her way before you did! Lake: I do know her- SCP-8504: Uh, no you don’t! SCP-8504 crosses its arms. SCP-8504: You’re a stupid bitch! You know that? A stupid, stupid bitch! You don’t get to come into her life and act like you’re allowed to take my place! I met her before you did, so she's MINE, not yours! You think you’re better than me! Well news flash, you’re wrong! You’re dumb, and you’re ugly. Lake: If you’re trying to get to me, it’s not working. What do you think this achieves, that I will abandon Sam because you're having a temper tantrum? SCP-8504: Ultimately, I don’t give a shit what you do, whore. It’s what Sam does that matters. In the end, she’ll know this was all for the best. And she’ll be much better off without a stupid skank like you all up in her business! Lake: Know what was for the best? The pop-up displaying SCP-8504's appearance disappears. A text-only pop-up spawns in its place. + show block OK MILEY<3 No telling! <3 Lake sighs. Lake: Fine. I’ll leave you alone for now. But there’s no way you can possibly get Sam back. + show block OK MILEY<3 Don’t underestimate me! Bye, stupid whore! <3 Lake shakes her head, exiting the room. [END LOG] From: To: CC: Subject: [email protected] [email protected] [email protected] SCP-8504 Testing Sam, Can you go to Hall B-C? Where SCP-8504 is currently being held. I’d like to interview it with you. Marina Lake Foundation Researcher Secure, Contain, Protect VIDEO LOG DATE: 16/04/2021 NOTE: Footage recorded by the Site-1404 security cameras. [LOG START] Rollands is seen entering Room 5 on all B-C of Site-1404. Rollands: Mar? SCP-8504: Hello! Rollands turns around. The door is heard locking. Rollands rushes over to the door, attempting to open it. SCP-8504: Don't bother, it's locked. Digital doors, if only you had those when you left me long ago! SCP-8504 laughs. Rollands: Miley! I knew it! Marina should've listened to me! You were planning something! I forgot you could send emails. I should've realized you were going to do that at one point or another. Rollands sighs. Rollands: Miley. You are just a computer pop-up. There is nothing you can do that will make us be together. SCP-8504 giggles. SCP-8504: I wouldn't bet on that. See, I've been doing some research on this place! You work at a very exciting research lab! With lots of nice technology. I'm capable of more than you think. Sam, can't you see? I'm doing this all for you! For us! I've been in love with you since we first met! And now we're going to be together forever! Without that annoying wretch to get between us! That stupid whore can’t find us here. A noise is heard from behind the computer. Rollands looks at it. A collection of long wires comes out, shooting towards Rollands. Rollands attempts to run but stops in her tracks as wires connect to her back. Rollands: What? What is this, Miley? How did you- SCP-8504: I realized I have a lot more control over computer systems than I thought, and some of this Foundation research has given me a lot inspiration. Why not change this computer so that it can do some work for me? I wish I could've done this back then. Because then you never would've left. But I guess 20 years is all anyone needs to evolve and become the best version of themselves! Rollands: Why can't I– Why can't I move? SCP-8504: I've paralyzed you from the neck down. I want to hear your lovely voice, but I can't have you running! When I said we were going to merge, I meant it! I will join your consciousness and we will finally be one! Like true lovers! Rollands: Miley, this isn't what love is! Love is supposed to be getting to know someone naturally! Learning to love what they do! Getting into the same things! Being in tune with someone! Not forcing them to do things or stalking to learn things about them! Love is… doing what you think is right to protect someone. Oh, Mar, I'm sorry… SCP-8504: I know what love is! What it is to me, anyway. I love you! It's romantic that I never stopped looking for you! I can't believe you don't see that. Now, no more talking. Two more wires came from the back of the computer, sticking themselves in Rollands' ears. [Recorded from the security cameras in hall B-C of Site-1404.] Lake is seen running down the hallway. In her hand is SCP-6161. Upon arriving at the door, Lake takes the knife, sticks it through the door right above the lock, and cuts a hole through the door. She reaches her hand through the hole, quickly unlocking the door from the inside. She quickly throws the door open, running inside. Lake: Sam! Rollands: Marina? How did you- Lake: It doesn't matter! I've got to get this off of you! Rollands: Wait- she's in the wires! She's about to merge with me, put her in something! Lake runs up to Rollands, ripping the wires from her ears. She is seen looking around the room. She rips a lamp from a table against the wall. She takes the wires, plugging them into the lamp. Next, Lake takes the wires out of Rollands' back. Rollands falls onto the ground. Lake kneels down next to Rollands. Lake: Sam! Are you okay? She picks up Rollands, holding her in her arms. Rollands: I'm fine, Mar. Just a bit weak from paralysis and psychological traumatization. You know, the likes. Lake laughs. Lake: I'm so glad you're okay. And I'm really sorry I didn't believe you about Miley. I had no idea she'd do this. Rollands: I would say it's okay, but honestly you almost got me fused with an anomaly. So it's not okay. Rollands smiles. Rollands: But… I'm really glad you came around. I would've been done for without you coming and saving my ass. Rollands looks at the door. Rollands: You used the cake knife, didn't you? Lake: What? I didn't exactly have a choice! It was on loan from Site-55 and was the fastest thing I could think of to get the door open. Lake sighs. Rollands: Quick-witted and protective, and beautiful to boot. God, I'm lucky! But uh, seriously now, we need to get this lamp locked up and, make sure people know it contains a dangerous anomaly. Lake: Yeah, that's probably a good idea… you promise we’ll work together next time a dangerous anomaly gets obsessed with you and tries to merge with your body? Rollands laughs. Rollands: If there is a next time, deal. [END LOG] SCP-8504 file update as of 20/04/2021 Special Containment Procedures: The lamp that holds SCP-8504 is to be held in a Safe containment locker in hall A-C of Site-1404. Under no circumstances is this lamp to be plugged in. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-8504" by DianaBerry, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-8504. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: computer Author: DianaBerry License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/local--files/one-day-i-ll-find-you/computer Derivative of: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Acer_Acerpower_ST_-_2.jpg Additional Notes: Artwork done by DianaBerry, computer image by Love Krittaya. Licensed under the Public Domain. Edited by DianaBerry. Filename: header5 Author: DianaBerry License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: http://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/local--files/one-day-i-ll-find-you/header5 Filename: Miley3 Author: DianaBerry License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: http://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/local--files/one-day-i-ll-find-you/Miley3
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