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Restricted area warning signs are posted around the perimeter of the area and security personnel are to enforce these restrictions in conjunction with the New Jersey State Police. Instances of SCP-5205-1 are collectively held within Biological Containment Chamber 27 at Site-51. All new instances are to be thoroughly documented at the point of discovery before being transferred to containment. Testing of SCP-5205-1 instances may be conducted by Medical Department personnel upon approval of the HCML Supervisor. Description SCP-5205 is an unexplained phenomenon affecting a 1 km2 area of forest within the New Jersey Pine Barrens. At irregular intervals, various human body parts (collectively designated SCP-5205-1) will manifest within this area. An SCP-5205-1 instance. As of 2020/01/01, 78 instances of SCP-5205-1 have been recovered, all of which were partially embedded within the top-most layer of soil. These instances manifest at an inconsistent rate of approximately 15 to 25 instances per year and have been recovered in various states of decomposition. Each instance has been determined to originate from different individuals; varying in age1, sex, and ethnicity. Blood analysis of recently manifested SCP-5205-1 instances reveals consistently elevated levels of adrenaline-related compounds. The separation of SCP-5205-1 instances from their original bodies occurs on a molecular level: there is no evidence of immediate blood loss at the time of manifestation, and the instances decompose at the expected rate. The Foundation has been unable to match any SCP-5205-1 instances with a corresponding individual through fingerprints, DNA analysis, dental records, or facial recognition. The origins of the SCP-5205-1 instances remain unknown. Discovery On 2017/06/23, SCP-5205 was discovered by New Jersey State Police officers patrolling the Pine Barrens within Burlington County. The police originally considered it a dumping ground and cordoned off the area before collecting a total of ten SCP-5205-1 instances for analysis. Further investigation of the area led to the discovery of the partial manifested remains of various athletic safety equipment and clothing. The Foundation received the coroner reports regarding several SCP-5205-1 instances from assets within the NJSP. These reports included detailed photographic and analytic evidence, though no known cause for the separation could be determined. The Foundation deployed a two-man investigative team, under the guise of FBI agents, to determine if full Foundation involvement was necessary. Thorough investigation of hospital and emergency care centers within the tri-state area revealed no corresponding injures matching the SCP-5205-1 instances. The Foundation fully commandeered the investigation after personnel conducted detailed examinations of SCP-5205-1 instances and determined that mundane causes were unlikely. Following its arrival, the Foundation established Auxiliary Site-51/8a and the exclusionary zone around SCP-5205. All information regarding SCP-5205 was removed from public records; the NJSP personnel responsible for the discovery were amnesticized and released. Notice: 2020/06/14 At 05:26 GMT, Foundation personnel within Exclusionary Zone 401b discovered a newly manifested SCP-5205-1 instance. The instance consisted of the right arm and shoulder of a human male, wearing a half-manifested sleeve composed of blue talsan fabric and spandex. A parachute backpack was recovered approximately one meter from the SCP-5205-1 instance. Subsequent analysis revealed defective release pins for both the main deployment bag and a partially deployed reserve. The backpack is composed of an unknown material that displays an abnormal level of Theta radiation. A red embossed logo is visible on the side of the backpack reading "Wild Bill's Trans-Dimensional Skydiving School"; public records include no information regarding a company by that name. Further investigation into the origin of SCP-5205 and the aforementioned company is currently ongoing. Footnotes 1. Ranging from approximately 18 to 50 years old. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5205" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5205. 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: uno.jpg Author: fotologic License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/98318718@N00/1506103683
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The use of SCP-5206 requires the approval of both the active HCML supervisor and Site-51's Medical Director and is to only be used in emergency situations. A detachment of Mobile Task Force Gamma-44 ("Meat Lockers") is currently tasked with locating and apprehending POI-R602/14. Description SCP-5206-1. SCP-5206 is the collective designation for 20 sewing needles (SCP-5206-1) and their corresponding spools of thread (SCP-5206-2). SCP-5206-1 instances are traditional sewing needles, each crafted from the three fused phalanges of a human pinkie finger. Aside from their theorized osteokinetic creation, SCP-5206-1 instances display no anomalous properties when not used in conjunction with their corresponding SCP-5206-2 instance. SCP-5206-2. SCP-5206-2 are spools of thread composed of human embryonic stem cells, with individual instances originally consisting of 823 meters of thread. DNA testing of SCP-5206-2 instances reveals a single set of DNA per instance, with each being a 100% DNA match with its corresponding SCP-5206-1 instance. When an SCP-5206-1 instance is used with its corresponding SCP-5206-2 on human tissue, the tissue will bind with the stem cells and rapidly heal. This process has proven effective in healing gunshot wounds, puncture wounds, severed limbs, surgical incision, internal lacerations, and decapitation. More severe applications require additional healing time; the longest being decapitation, which takes approximately two hours to heal. Utilizing an SCP-5206-1 with a non-corresponding SCP-5206-2 instance has no anomalous effect. Discovery On 2019/07/18, two NYPD officers conducted an investigation into an alleged illegal Solntsevskaya Organized Crime Group1 operation within an abandoned factory, located in Brighton Beach. After not returning to the station after their shift, a search party was sent to locate the officers. Both officers were found in an alley in Brighton Beach, impaled on spikes composed of a chitinous biological material. A Foundation asset within the NYPD reassigned the investigation to Organized Crime, where it was assumed by the Foundation. A five-member detachment of MTF Gamma-44 was dispatched to seize control of the factory. The following is a transcript from the operation: ❏ Video Log ❏ ❐ Video Log ❐ Date | Time: 2019/07/21 | 13:30 GMT Depicted: Γ-44/5, Γ-44/6, Γ-44/7 Foreword: Surveillance revealed a total of four GoI-0432 operatives acting as security for the facility. Γ-44/8 and Γ-44/9 remained on the perimeter to prevent further hostile incursions. Names have been changed to their corresponding designations and all Russian has been translated to English for ease of access. [BEGIN LOG] [Camera activates as Γ-44 walks to the factory's entrance.] Γ-44/5: Okay team, kill on sight– this needs to be quick and clean. Brighton Beach is their territory and we're not trying to start a war on the streets of New York. [Γ-44/6 and Γ-44/7 give affirmations as the team reaches the doors. As Γ-44/6 moves forward to open the door, it slams open revealing a large man holding a pump-action shotgun.] GoI-0432 Operative: This is private property, no entry for little Jailors. [As the operative lifts his gun, Γ-44/6 chops down on it, loosening his grip. Γ-44/7 fires a single round into the man's face, the resulting detonation killing him instantly.] Γ-44/7: One down, three to go. Γ-44/5: Don't get cocky, these guys don't fuck around… And now they know we're here. Γ-44/6: I'll take point. [The three Agents quickly make their way down the unlit main corridor. Γ-44/7 repeatedly checks her GAD2.] Γ-44/7: Okay, stop. GAD's saying the rest of them are down below. I'm reading ten warm bodies, 25 yards under that way, and three more directly below. Γ-44/6: Do we have a map of this shit hole? [Γ-44/7 hands Γ-44/5 the GAD.] Γ-44/5: Yeah, hold on. If we go six meters that way, there should be a staircase to the left. [Γ-44/5 hands the GAD back to Γ-44/7] Γ-44/7: We got one hostile coming up the stairs. Γ-44/5: Move it, get on that door! [Γ-44/6 and Γ-44/7 run to the door and flank it on either side. The door opens and a man walks through. Γ-44/6 grabs the man by his bulging left arm, which has been carnomantically enhanced well beyond normal human parameters. The man attempts to shake Γ-44/6 from his arm, to no avail.] GoI-0432 Operative: Get off me, you shit! [Γ-44/7 approaches from behind, wrapping her garrote around the man's neck and using her legs for leverage, she pulls it tight. After 38 seconds of struggling, Γ-44/7 manages to decapitate the operative.] Γ-44/5: You guys okay? [Γ-44/5 helps Γ-44/7 off the ground. Γ-44/6 adjusts his gear before sighing exaggeratedly.] Γ-44/6: Damn, that fucker was strong. [Γ-44/7 checks her GAD as the team enters the stairwell.] Γ-44/7: No movement from the rest, we're good to go. Extraneous footage omitted for brevity. Γ-44/7: So, just through here, we have two… [Γ-44/7 points to the left and right side of the door.] Γ-44/7: Through there is another larger room, with ten of them in the back left corner. [Γ-44/5 braces to open the door.] Γ-44/5: [Whispering] Γ-44/6, you take the right, Γ-44/7 you take the left. Then we move through– before the rest have a chance to scramble. [Both agents nod as Γ-44/5 slams open the door. Γ-44/6 and Γ-44/7 fire two shots each, into their respective targets. A muffled explosion can be heard as both bodies drop to the floor.] Γ-44/5: Go! [The team rushes past the two smoldering heaps of morphed flesh and break through the opposing door. Γ-44/6 and Γ-44/7 lift their guns to fire before being stopped by Γ-44/5.] Γ-44/5: Check fire. Check fire! [The camera pans across the room revealing ten pregnant females, sitting on stools across the near-barren room. The only other furnishings in the room are a porcelain toilet, small sink, and a stack of sleeping mats located along the eastern wall.] Γ-44/5: Γ-44/7, contact Command for a med team. Γ-44/6 make sure they're alright. [Several of the women scream and one falls from the stool, they communicate frantically in Russian.] Γ-44/6: It's alright, we're here to help. Help. [Γ-44/5 approaches one of the women, she is pulling a thread from an unknown orifice located where her belly button should be. She is winding the thread onto a spool located on the table in front of her.] Γ-44/5: Γ-44/6, stay back a sec, I don't know what's going on here. Γ-44/7, notify Command that we need a containment team, and remind Γ-44/8 and Γ-44/9 to keep that perimeter tight. [END LOG] Afterword: The containment and medical teams arrived within 30 minutes, followed by the Site-51 concealment team. The evidence, bodies, supplies, and the ten women found within the factory were transported to Site-51. MTF Gamma-44 also recovered an additional ten SCP-5206 sets, which were held in a glass display case within the factory. Intake Report The women recovered in the GoI-0432 factory raid were all approximately 20-30 years old and, aside from their anomalous condition, were otherwise deemed healthy. Ultrasounds of the women revealed a mass of SCP-5206-2 thread in each of their wombs. Of the ten women, only one was willing to cooperate during the intake interview process. The following is a transcript of the interview: ❏ Video Log ❏ ❐ Video Log ❐ Date | Time: 2019/07/22 | 07:45 GMT Interviewer: Intake Specialist Veronica Porter Interviewed: Natale Sorcka Foreword: Ms. Sorcka understands and speaks English non-fluently, mixed language responses have been translated to English for ease of access. The interviewee was reluctant to participate in the interview process. [BEGIN LOG] [Sp. Porter and Ms. Sorcka are sitting at a table.] Sp. Porter: Hello Ms. Sorcka– or may I call you Natale? [Ms. Sorcka nods while staring down at the table.] Sorcka: Yes. Sp. Porter: Great, Natale, I'd like to ask you a few questions, about how you found yourself in your current condition. [Ms. Sorcka slowly lifts her head before gesturing to her enlarged stomach.] Sorcka: The doctor, he did this– to me. Sp. Porter: Okay, and what doctor would that be? Sorcka: Dr. Milovich, and Mr. Broca3. Sp. Porter: What exactly did the– [Ms. Sorcka waves her hands frantically.] Sorcka: Are we in trouble? Mr. Broca said we could live in America if we did what the doctor said. We didn't– Sp. Porter: Natale, I assure you're not in trouble, we are just trying to understand your situation. [Sorcka remains silent.] Sp. Porter: So this, Mr. Broca, he told you could stay in America? Where were you from originally? Sorcka: Murmansk. Sp. Porter: Murmansk, Russia, correct? Sorcka: Yes, please don't se– Sp. Porter: Now, was it Mr. Broca that brought you to America? [Ms. Sorcka shifts in her seat.] Sorcka: His Bratva men, yes. Sp. Porter: So once you were here, he brought you to a doctor? Were you pregnant before you came to America? [Ms. Sorcka places a hand on her stomach as she shakes her head.] Sorcka: No, the doctor, he did this. He took my finger and he used the needle and made me with… child. Sp. Porter: Natale, you are aware th– [Ms. Sorcka slams a hand down on the table.] Sorcka: I am aware! [Using her index and middle finger, Ms. Sorcka gently opens her stomach orifice and pulls from it approximately 13 cm of SCP-5206-2.] Sp. Porter: Please don't p-pull that out here. I will have to end the interview. [Ms. Sorcka place both hands palm-down on the table.] Sorcka: I understand. It is how you say, unpleasant. I tell you though, it does not cause pain, only uncomfort. [Sp. Porter shifts in her seat.] Sp. Porter: Yes, okay. Wh– How long have you been in this condition? [Ms. Sorcka holds up seven fingers.] Sorcka: Seven months and some days. There was no calendar, no clocks in the factory– I cannot be certain. Only three more months before I would be free American. Sp. Porter: I see, the other nine women, were they brought there at the same time? Sorcka: Yes, we all came from Russia same time, then brought to the doctor. Sp. Porter: When we found you the doctor wasn't there, do you know where he might be? [Ms. Sorcka shakes her head.] Sorcka: He only came once, maybe twice a month, to… inspect us. We only saw the men that work for him. Sp. Porter: Is there anything else you can tell me, about who the doctor is, or how he did this to you? Sorcka: I do not know these things, I only want to come to America, to live the dream, yes? Now, I am here, and… I didn't do anything wrong, I just– Sp. Porter: Natale, thank you for answering my questions. I'm going to give this to a doctor, and he's going to figure out how we can best help you. [Ms. Sorcka nervously scratches the table with her left hand.] Sorcka: The Bratva said they were helping me, the doctor said he helped me, I don't believe your words any more than them. [Sp. Porter places her hand on Ms. Sorcka hand.] Sp. Porter: For what it's worth, Natale, I do feel for your situation. I hope there's something we can do for you. [END LOG] Following an extensive medical evaluation, it was determined that the ten women would continue to produce the SCP-5206-2 threads for approximately three months. The ten women were held within a vacated E-Class dormitory and provided with a Class/A amenities package. After 83 days, the women had removed all SCP-5206-2 threads from their abdomens. The thread was added to the spools obtained during the recovery operation and stored with the other ten SCP-5206 sets. After receiving a psychological evaluation, the women were administered Class C amnestics and reintroduced into society. Each individual was granted a US citizenship, apartment with a five-year paid lease, as well as a bank account with $5,000 USD. The investigation into the whereabouts of Dr. Nigle Milovich (PoI-R609/8) and Gregori Broca (PoI-R609/2) is currently ongoing. Footnotes 1. (Солнцевская организованная преступная группировка | Solntsevskaya Bratva) A Russian criminal organization with ties to GOI-0432 (The Hunter's Black Lodge.) 2. General Analysis Device, is a compact tablet-like device capable of various visual and environmental assessments. 3. Known as Gregori Broca (PoI-R609/2), is a key member of GoI-0432's East Coast North American operation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5206" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5206. 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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Foundation Webcrawler ΘΨ.2.19 ("Medical Horrorshow") has been updated to include a search-and-trace function for any references to SCP-5207 or similarly-described events. The SCP-5207-1-10 instances are to be kept sedated and held within an expanded humanoid containment cell in the Medical Containment wing of Site-17. They are to be fed intravenously, and a system of colostomy bags & urea catheters has been set up to capture any resulting waste. The corpse of SCP-5207-11 is currently held in stasis within a Biological Cryogenics containment vessel located in the Biological Storage sublevel 2 at Site-17. Any further requests for psychic or telepathic research into the SCP-5207 phenomenon utilizing the SCP-5207-# iterations must be submitted in writing to the current HMCL Supervisor. Description SCP-5207 is an exceptionally complex carnomantic ritual that resulted in the rapid conjoining and transformation of ten living and one deceased human individuals designated SCP-5207-1-10 & SCP-5207-11, respectively. The eleven individuals are former low-level members of GoI-0432 ("The Hunter's Black Lodge"), a criminal organization with ties to both the Russian Mafia and with various Neo-Sarkic cults. Each SCP-5207 instance suffers from severe transfiguration and deformations that occurred rapidly during the SCP-5207 process. While the initial medical assessment rendered at the scene stated that this "amalgamated entity" would be terminal outside of a few hours, the entity remains in a medically stable state due to unknown anomalous means. SCP-5207-11 was deceased upon recovery; after containment procedures were enacted, it was surgically removed from the main body of the SCP-5207 entity and an autopsy was performed. ■ SCP-5207-11 Autopsy Results ■ □ SCP-5207-11 Autopsy Results □ Date: 1997/05/19 Subject: SCP-5207-11 Operator: Dr. Niel Shultz Sex: Male Body Weight: 83.9 kg Height: 176 cm BMI: 20.5 Brain Weight: 1.65 kg Internal/External Examination - SCP-5207-11 has several extensive biological transformations, none of which show external signs of cause, principally no surgical scarring or bruising present. These transformations are as follows: SCP-5207-11's maxilla, mandible, and zygomatic bone structures had been separated from the skull and moved forward 14.6 cm, which has resulted in giving the face an elongated appearance. Both of the subject's central incisors have been elongated, approximately 7.8 cm. Of note, the right incisor appears to have pierced the lower lip as it enlarged, which is an indicator of rapid and unexpected growth. The cartilage in the ears has been flayed vertically and separated to give the subject large, round ears. This occurred without the removal of the skin, which displays hyperelasticity to accommodate the transfigurations. Subject suffers from extreme dermatochalasis1, well beyond expected human parameters. Severe subconjunctival hemorrhaging in both eyes. SCP-5207-11's legs and arms are reconfigured into digitigrade limbs, structured for quadrupedal locomotion. The large intestine has prolapsed and now extends almost its entire length from the anus.2 Subject's larynx and glottis have been reformed to include an unknown bone structure that would make speech impossible. Two 9 mm bullets were removed from the temporal and frontal lobes respectively. Toxicity - Normal Cause of Death - SCP-5207-11 expired from 2 gunshot wounds to the right temple and forehead. Due to the differences in adaptation displayed by the other SCP-5207 instances, it is hypothesized that the transfiguration occurred posthumously. Medical Department Medical evaluations of the remaining SCP-5207 instances show no significant deviation from the transfiguration studied in SCP-5207-11. The carnomatic ritual used to create the SCP-5207 entity left significant thaumaturgical residue, which gives the indication of at least one, though likely several, extremely skilled carnomancers. Discovery SCP-5207 was found on May 18th, 1995 in the top floor penthouse of an upscale hotel and residential tower in the metropolitan core of Houston, TX. The penthouse had been utilized as a temporary holding location for a group of former Hunter's Black Lodge members who were set to testify the following morning in the trial of suspected Russian mob boss Subotin Pavel ("Pasha") Pavlovich. Hotel management, in a call placed from the hotel to the local police precinct, had complained of several gunshots coming from the penthouse. This call was subsequently, and incorrectly, routed to Unit 14, a uniformed patrol team stationed in downtown Houston. ● HPD Video Log ● ○ HPD Video Log ○ [BEGIN LOG] [Unit 14 is walking towards the hotel entrance.] Remirez: [Radio Click] Dispatch, this is Unit 14. We are 10-173 the CQ hotel on Fannin, responding to a Code 3.4 Dispatch: [Over Radio.]Unit 14, Understood. That location has been flagged as a 10-325, so expect additional backup, 10-266 10 minutes, over. Remirez: 10-15,7 Unit 14 out. Hanlon: You think one of those Black Lodge boys got cold feet? Remirez: We aren't supposed to know those guys are up there. But shit, I wouldn't blame him. Terry used to work major crimes, he'll tell you about those Black Lodge assholes– they don't fuck around. Hanlon: Great. [Unit 14 enters the hotel lobby, a middle-aged man approaches wearing a hotel uniform.] Remirez: Hello sir, we are responding to reports of gunf– Steward: Thank god, it's been nearly 10 minutes! Quickly now, this way. [The steward guides Unit 14 to an elevator.] Steward: There were 20 something shots and then, nothing, no one came down or went up. If you don't mind me saying, this is not what we were expecting when we allowed the State Department to use the penthouse. Hanlon: I'm sure it's been a big inconvenience. Our backup will be arriving any moment, if you wouldn't mind. [Hanlon gestures in the direction they came from.] [Unit 14 enters the elevator alone as the steward walks away.] Hanlon: That fuckin' guy. Ramirez: Eh he's alright, Just doin' his job. Hanlon: Speaking of doing their job, what do you think the deal is? [Hanlon gestures upwards.] Ramirez: It's gonna' be a shit show, it's always shit show with these guys. [The elevator dings as the doors open revealing an open room, in front of a sitting area two bodies lay facedown on the floor, blood pooling around them.] Ramirez: [Radio click.] Unit 14 to Dispatch, we need a bus to our location, two officers down, over. Dispatch: Copy Unit 14 be ad– [A crashing noise can be heard from the next room, Ramirez lowers the volume on his radio.] Hanlon: Houston Police Department, please come out with your hands above your head. [The door begins to shake before stopping suddenly, a dragging noise can be heard.] Ramirez: We don't have time to wait for backup, let's move in, safety off. [As Hanlon reaches out to turn the handle off the door, several shrieks can be heard from inside.] Hanlon: One, two, three. [Hanlon swings open the door.] Ramirez: Freeze Houst– [As the door swings open, a large mass moves towards Unit 14. The ten living individuals comprising the SCP-5207 entity drag their way towards the officers.] Hanlon: Christ what the fuc– [The SCP-5207 instances scream in unison. The entire mass continues to crawl towards Unit 14, their intestines fused together and dragging across the floor behind them. Unit 14 walks backwards several meters, while remaining focused on SCP-5207.] Hanlon: Ramirez, what do we do? Ramirez: The fuck if I know, are those fuckin' rats? Hanlon: Not gonna' lie, I think those are the witnesses. Ramirez: Jesus Christ, we– [As the SCP-5207 instances crawl into the room shrieking, SCP-5207-11 is dragged behind them and becomes lodged in the doorway. The 10 living instances let out a shriek of distress as their connective intestines pull further from their anuses. Unit 14 rushes to the elevator, Приветствую Короля Крыс8 can be seen scrawled across the wall next to the elevator.] Hanlon: Shit, shit, shit– come on! [Hanlon frantically presses the elevator's call button. As the elevator doors open, Unit 14 runs inside and the SCP-5207 instances can be heard shrieking as they pull SCP-5207-11 free from the door and continue their approach. The elevator doors close.] [END LOG] After initial discovery, the Houston Police Department contacted the Texas State Police wherein Foundation assets were made aware of SCP-5207. MTF Sigma-66 ("Steel Veil") were dispatched to handle the situation. Upon successful containment of the anomaly all witnesses were amnestisized, evidence confiscated, and Cover Story 77HH1 "Carbon Monoxide Poisoning" was enacted. The investigation of GoI-0432 and Subotin Pavlovich is currently ongoing, and all acquired data is to be made available for cross-reference with the Department of History - Religious GoI Threat Analysis, care of Dr. Judith Low. Act II: Exierunt ut Vinceret | In Memoria, Adytum Footnotes 1. Loss of elasticity of the upper and lower eyelids causing the skin to sag and bulge, also known as "baggy eyes." 2. Approximately 128cm. 3. En route to 4. Priority 3/Code 3: No known emergency, but handle expediently. 5. Additional officers needed 6. Estimated time of arrival 7. Message delivered/received 8. All Hail the Rat King
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SCP-5208-1 is held within Safe Class Storage Locker 14 at Site-51. SCP-5208-1 is available for testing to Thaumaturge Division personnel with Level 3/5208 Clearance or higher. All members of the Site-51 Thaumaturgy Division are to consume no less than 45 grams of Kellogg's cornflakes daily. Description SCP-5208-Ω. SCP-5208 is the collective designation given to a series of events and anomalies related to SCP-5208-Ω, an Abrahamic-Thaumaturge and scientist by the name of Dr. John Harvey Kellogg (1852 – 1943). SCP-5208-Ω was a member of a secret esoteric suborder of the Seventh-Day Adventist Church, known as the Knights of the Seventh Day (GOI-5208SD), a group tasked with using anomalous means to covertly promote the church's beliefs. SCP-5208-Ω's efforts to eliminate humanity's "sinful vices" emphasized sexual behavior, specifically masturbation. These efforts lead to the creation of SCP-5208-1, SCP-5208-2, and SCP-5208-3. SCP-5208-1. SCP-5208-1 is a 1.5-meter wooden staff featuring a crucifix, used as a conduit for thaumaturgic rituals designed by SCP-5208-Ω. Testing revealed that SCP-5208-1, in combination with specific verbal incantations, amplifies its user's thaumaturgic abilities. Analysis revealed SCP-5208-1 to be composed of Mauritian ebony (Diospyros tessellaria) treated with a mixture of ammonia and human blood later confirmed to belong to SCP-5208-Ω. SCP-5208-1 was used by SCP-5208-Ω during the creation of the SCP-5208-2 instances. SCP-5208-2 are a species of non-corporeal humanoid Null-Class Demonic Entities1 capable of parasitic propagation through human hosts. Instances of SCP-5208-2 display only rudimentary instinctual behavior, such as survival and procreation. Human individuals within a 3-meter radius of SCP-5208-2 will begin showing signs of increased libido; this effect increases as the distance decreases. Within 1 meter the effect of SCP-5208-2 begins showing one or more of the following symptoms: Hyperarousal Vascular engorgement of the genitals Erection of the penis or mammary papilla Spontaneous ejaculation Uncontrollable masturbation2 Heterosexual and homosexual intercourse3 Voraphilic and necrophillic behavior Of these symptoms, uncontrollable masturbation is the most common, with more diverse symptoms manifesting with an increased presence of SCP-5208-2 instances. Prolonged exposure of a non-anomalous human to SCP-5208-2 instances causes a new SCP-5208-2 instance to manifest within the exposed person. After vomiting these new instances, the human hosts have an approximately 22% chance of developing long-term chronic exposure symptoms. SCP-5208-2 show an aversion to human subjects who have consumed a full serving of Kellogg's Corn Flakes with a 24-hour period before exposure. This aversion can be overcome when multiple SCP-5208-2 instances are present. SCP-5208-Ω used SCP-5208-1 and at least 50 SCP-5208-2 instances to enact a combinatorial process that manifested a new entity. This new entity, designated SCP-5208-3, is a Princeps-Class Demonic Entity4 claiming the name Asmodeus. Measuring approximately 4 meters tall, SCP-5208-3 has a vaguely humanoid body consisting of a black viscous liquid of unidentifiable composition. SCP-5208-3 has been observed to be capable of speech, teleportation, telekinesis, telepathy, and the creation of new SCP-5208-2 instances5. Will Keith Kellogg. Discovery SCP-5208 was brought to the attention of the Foundation on 1927/2/23, by SCP-5208-Ω's biological brother and business partner, Will Keith Kellogg (1860 – 1951). SCP-5208-Ω and Mr. Kellogg directed the Battle Creek Sanitarium6 from 1876 to 1943; SCP-5208-Ω focused on his duties as a member of the GOI-5208SD and Mr. Kellogg directed the Sanitarium's superficial operations. Mr. Kellogg contacted the Foundation through their mutual acquaintance, Asa Candler, and a meeting was organized between Mr. Kellogg and Foundation Investigative Agent James Mueller. ■ SCP-5208 Interview 1 | Will Kellogg ■ □ Interview 1 | SCP-5208/A-1 □ Audio Log Transcript Date: 1927/2/23 Interviewer: FIA James Mueller Interviewed: Will Keith Kellogg [BEGIN LOG] Mueller: Mr. Kellogg, are you ready to begin? Kellogg: Remains silent. Mueller: Is there an issue, sir? Kellogg: I was told your organization practices discretion; I can't afford to be connected to this. Mueller: Ah yes, rest assured this recording is for our records and nothing else. Kellogg: I suppose that's okay, if you insist. Mueller: Now, why have you called this meeting Mr. Kellogg? Mr. Candler spoke of an imminent threat. Kellogg: It's my brother. I fear he is in over his head. Mueller: You're going to need to be more specific, Mr. Kellogg. Kellogg: My brother is Dr. John Kellogg, he is the Director of the Battle Creek Sanitarium. He's been secretly working for a group called the Knights of the Seventh Day. He has been for a long time now, but things are different. He's changed. Mueller: We have been investigating the organization for some time now. What– Kellogg: He's not a bad man. They're trying to do good, I know they are. But this work, those cursed texts have corrupted him. He's blinded by devotion; he can't even see it all unraveling around him. Mueller: What exactly is your brother's connection with this organization? Kellogg: His position is known as a Knight Commander, one of seven as I understood it. He has been tasked with the elimination of the sin of lust. Mueller: As a concept? Kellogg: As if I would know– I thought it was just a fraternity when I first learned of it years ago. It wasn't until the weird experiments started that I really saw they were doing. Magic, not your Houdini type magic mind you, but real magic. The last few years though…he's changed. He filled an entire wing at Battle Creek with victims of whatever is going on. Mueller: Does your brother know of your… "concerns"? Kellogg: He won't listen to me. I could only imagine what he would do if he found out I've come to you for help. Mueller: I understand, Mr. Kellogg. So, what exactly have you called this meeting to accomplish? Kellogg: I don't want my brother getting hurt, not by you and certainly not by whatever he's gotten himself wrapped up in. I don't understand the esoteric ways of my brother, I never have– but your organization does, or so I have been told. Mueller: What exactly do you fear will happen to your brother? Kellogg: The Church is demanding results; they think he's lost control of the situation and wants to see it rectified. I know my brother is planning something big and I just don't want anything happening to him. He's lost his way– I just want him guided back. Mueller: I see. Mr. Kellogg, if you'll give me a moment I need to speak with my supervisor. Kellogg: Will you help him? I'm willing to pay, money is not a– Mueller: Do not worry about a thing, we'll handle it from here. [END LOG] Afterword: Will Kellogg was released under the condition that he assist the Foundation in containing SCP-5208. Following approval, a full-scale investigation of John Kellogg, Battle Creek Sanitarium, and the Knights of the Seventh Day was initiated. □ Interview 1 | SCP-5208/A-1 □ Investigation Battle Creek Sanitarium, circa 1927. Direct investigations into GOI-5208SD were successfully hindered by the effort of the Seventh-Day Adventist Church. Investigation Task Force Bravo-3 ("Busy Bodies") was tasked with infiltrating the Battle Creek Sanitarium in order to covertly gather information on SCP-5208-Ω and GOI-5208SD. On 1927/3/19, ITF Bravo-3 successfully began its mission. _ ■ SCP-5208 Investigation Logs ■ □ SCP-5208 Investigation Logs □ The following logs were transcribed and summarized from ITF Bravo-3's notes: 1927/3/20 SCP-5208 Investigation Notes Log Recorded ITF Bravo-3 | Captain Richard Vanholt Subject Second day embedded within Battle Creek Sanitarium. Summary The four members of ITF Bravo-3 secured the following positions within the Battle Creek Sanitarium: Captain Richard Vanholt — Night-Shift Security Captain Agent Nicholas Easton — Day-Shift Security Guard Agent Sasha Fettle — Day-Shift Orderly Agent Cornelius Thompson — Night-Shift Security Guard The sanitarium is run like a resort, though a large section is inaccessible by most staff and patrons. This section is known as Wing-K and is used by SCP-5208-Ω to conduct its research. SCP-5208-Ω hand-selects the personnel allowed to work within this section, Mr. Kellogg is unable to give the team access. All personnel and patrons are required to eat a bowl of cornflakes for breakfast daily. 1927/3/24 SCP-5208 Investigation Notes Log Recorded ITF Bravo-3 | Captain Richard Vanholt Subject Disciplinary Incident Summary On 1927/3/24, Agent Easton received a disciplinary mark from the Day-Shift Security Captain for inappropriate behavior. Agent Easton was "getting fresh" while attempting flirtation with several day-shift nurses. A review of Agent Easton's conduct will be conducted at the conclusion of this investigation. The team is well situated in our positions but have been incapable of gaining entry to Wing-K. Samples of the cornflakes were taken but all testing revealed it to have no abnormal or anomalous properties. 1927/3/26 SCP-5208 Investigation Notes Log Recorded ITF Bravo-3 | Captain Richard Vanholt Subject Wing K security situation. Summary On 1927/3/27, the alarms within Wing K were activated. Captain Vanholt attempted to respond to the situation but was denied entry; the alarms ceased activity after 1 hour 26 minutes. Further investigation revealed that Wing K has it's own security team consisting of 20 guards and a team Captain. 1927/3/27 SCP-5208 Investigation Notes Log Recorded ITF Bravo-3 | Captain Richard Vanholt Subject Agent Easton and evidence update. Summary Agent Fettle has formalized a complaint that Agent Easton attempted to force himself on her in an unwarranted sexual advance. Whether this is an effect of the anomaly we are investigating, or a lack of proper conduct is currently unknown. Agent Vanholt notes that situations like this are why he was apprehensive regarding the inclusion of women on ITF teams. The team discovered an array of thaumaturgic symbols surrounding the Battle Creek Sanitarium. The symbols were etched and carved into trees and stones every 3 meters. Thaumaturgic symbol found on the property. 1927/3/29 SCP-5208 Investigation Notes Log Recorded ITF Bravo-3 | Captain Richard Vanholt Subject Successful Wing K infiltration. Summary On 1927/3/28, Agent Easton was seen successfully entering Wing K with Wing K Security Captain Ethan Knox. Currently awaiting Agent Easton's report on activity within Wing K. Mr. Kellogg expressed concerns about the nature of Agent Easton's status, but could not elaborate further. 1927/4/4 SCP-5208 Investigation Notes Log Recorded ITF Bravo-3 | Captain Richard Vanholt Subject Agent Easton's status. Summary One week after entering Wing K, Agent Easton's current status is unknown. Agent Vanholt and Mr. Kellogg believe Agent Easton has been compromised and have developed a plan accordingly. Agent Fettle will terminate Ethan Knox allowing Agent Vanholt to assume his position at the recommendation of Mr. Kellogg. 1927/4/7 SCP-5208 Investigation Notes Log Recorded ITF Bravo-3 | Captain Richard Vanholt Subject Agent Vanholt status report. Summary Agent Vanholt successful replaced Ethan Knox as Wing K Security Captain. Initial review of Wing K: 20 Security Personnel 15 Orderlies 58 rooms 47 Patients 8 restricted rooms Unlike the rest of the sanitarium Wing K looks like a traditional medical wing found in most asylums. All Wing K personnel are required to eat cornflakes for every meal and communication between personnel is strictly forbidden barring work-related duties. Agent Vanholt is scheduled to receive a tour of the Wing K facilities by SCP-5208-Ω itself, he will attempt to record this encounter. On 1927/4/8, Foundation Outpost KJ657 received the following radio transmission. Audio Log Transcript Date: 1927/4/8 Recorder: Captain Vanholt Foreword: The following recording was taken within Wing K of the Battle Creek Sanitarium, during Agent Vanholt's meeting with SCP-5208-Ω. [BEGIN LOG] Vanholt: Hello sir, it is an honor to finally make your acquaintance. SCP-5208-Ω: Undoubtedly, Mr. Cornwall. Vanholt: I would like to thank you for giving me this opportunity. SCP-5208-Ω: With my brother's recommendation and a résumé as exemplary as your own, how could I not? [Both chuckle] SCP-5208-Ω: Let us begin, follow me. Are you a man of God, Mr. Cornwall? Vanholt: Of course, Dr. Kellogg. SCP-5208-Ω: Then I'm sure you're aware this great nation of ours is plagued with ungodliness. Sin running rampant through the streets. Children growing up to never know the love of our Lord and savior– it is our mission here to overturn this complacency, to drag this nation into the light of our lord. Vanholt: I am unsure I understand, sir. SCP-5208-Ω: Outside of this wing what does the sanitarium offer its patrons? Vanholt: I don– SCP-5208-Ω: Clarity! We offer them clarity, of body and mind. Here though, here is where we offer them clarity of the soul. Vanholt: How exactly do we do that? SCP-5208-Ω: By ridding them of the very root of all man's ailments, sin. Vanholt: That sure sounds swell doctor, but how does that work? SCP-5208-Ω: Oh so eager, fine Mr. Cornwall, allow me to demonstrate. Right through here, please. Vanholt: What in the he– SCP-5208-Ω: Welcome, I'm fairly certain you are well acquainted with my brother. Kellogg: Please John, I'm begging you, I only meant to help! I was trying to sav– SCP-5208-Ω: Silence! I will not stand one more treacherous word from your mouth! Vanholt: Get your hands off me– [The sounds of chains rattling can be heard as Agent Vanholt is presumably restrained.] SCP-5208-Ω: So the Knights are finally making their move against me. After all I have done, everything I've accomplished! Kellogg: Please brother, this has gone far enough you need to stop! SCP-5208-Ω: You brought them here! Your jealousy, your pride, and your arrogance has turned you against me. Worry not brother, you will witness me finish what I have started– one final ritual to rid the world of lust. [SCP-5208-Ω begins chanting in an unknown language, Mr. Kellogg can be heard screaming incoherently.] Vanholt: We need help, send the– [END LOG] Afterword: Following this transmission Outpost KJ65 received a final Investigation Log from Battle Creek Sanitarium. 1927/4/8 SCP-5208 Investigation Notes Log Recorded ITF Bravo-3 | Agent Sasha Fettle Subject Requesting back up. Summary "Battle Creek has descended into madness." SCP-5208-Ω has been wandering the halls, without clothing, using a staff(SCP-5208-1) to create new SCP-5208-2 instances by striking the patients. This group of SCP-5208-2 instances gathered in the courtyard, participating in a voraphilic ritual with SCP-5208-Ω and the Wing K orderlies. "They created something terrible. It’s turned this whole place topsy-turvy, it's a bloodbath, a massacre, an orgy. Please, send help." Hostile entities are noted as incorporeal and do not respond to standard ammunition or blunt force trauma. Photograph of multiple SCP-5208-2 instances participating in group sex. □ SCP-5208 Investigation Logs □ Recovery On 1927/4/10, the Foundation dispatched Mobile Strike Force Zulu-1 ("Holy Rollers")8 and the Site-51 Concealment Team to contain or eliminate the threat. ■ SCP-5208 Response Log ■ □ SCP-5208 Response Log □ Date: 1927/4/10 Response Team: MSF Zulu-1 Subject: Battle Creek Sanitarium Squad Leads: Z1/1 - Captain Rochne Callahan, Z1/2 - Lieutenant Michael Johnson Foreword: MSF Zulu-1 consists of two 5-man squads each tasked with a different objective. Squad 1 is tasked with the containment/eradication of anomalies and apprehending SCP-5208-Ω; Squad 2 is to extract surviving members of ITF Bravo-3. The following is an audio transcription of the event. Squad 1 [BEGIN LOG] Z1/1: Entering the eastern wing now. z1/2: Copy that, entering Southwest wing– switching channels. [A cacophony of screams and moans can be heard as Squad 1 enters the sanitarium] Z1/1: Alright folks, we have an unknown amount of hostile entities and about 300 civilians. Call out your targets– we don't want any unnecessary casualties. [Squad 1 can be heard giving various affirmations.] Z1/3: [Sound of a wooden door scraping open] This way, Wing K should be at the end of this corridor. Z1/1: Three and Six, you take the lead. Four and Five, cover the rear. Z1/3: Look alive, we have company. Z1/6: This broad isn't wearing any clothes. Z1/1: Leave her, concealment will take care of the civilians once we've cleared the area. Civilian: You want a lick, daddy? Z1/3: Hey hands off lady, the fuck is wrong with you. Z1/1: Just keep it moving. [Civilian can be heard screaming incoherently.] Z1/2: Made contact with hostiles. Thaumic rounds work swell, just don't stand too close when you shoot them– might get a little heated. Z1/1: Copy that. Good to know, Two. Z1/5: Hostile incoming, six o'clock. [Gunshots can be heard followed by the roar of a flame.] Z1/6: Well ain't that the bee's knees. This is going to be a cakewalk. Z1/1: Let's not start counting our chickens just yet. How much further Three? Z1/3: That door right up there should be Wing K. Squad 2: Z1/2: Keep an eye out, we should be getting close. Z1/7: One more broad asks to touch my johnson and I'll be half inclined to let 'em. Z1/10: About the only way you'll see any action at all. [Laughter.] Z1/8: Woah, hold it guys– we're here. See, "Female Staff Dormitories." Fettle should be through here. Z1/2: Nine, Ten you stay here and guard the door. Everyone else on me. [Moaning and the sound of bed frames squeezing can be heard.] Z1/8: We got 3 civilia– Christ. We got 2 civilians 3 hostiles, and a– corpse. [Sound of a door breaking down followed by 3 gunshots.] Z1/7: We don't have time for gawking Eight. Z1/2: Let's keep moving, put 'em down as you see 'em. Z1/8: Look, there's a field code on this door. Z1/2: [Sound of a door creaking open.] Agent Fettle, are you in here? Fettle: What're the safe words? Z1/2: Orange, Centipede, West. [Sound of a door unlocking and quickly swinging open.] Fettle: Well it's about time. Wait– this isn't the whole response team, is it? Z1/2: No– we're Squad 2, Squad 1 is handling Wing K. Fettle: Wing K? Please tell me there's more than 3 of them. Z1/7: 5-man squad, just like us. Fettle: That's not enough– they've got to get out of there! Z1/7: Don't worry sweetheart, they're well trained. Besides, these shadow entities are a cakewalk. Fettle: They're not the only thing here, you have to warn them! Z1/2: Squad 1, do you copy? Squad 1, come in. Captain? Shit. Fettle: It's already too late, isn't it? Z1/2: We need to stay on task, Squad 1 has their mission and we have ours. Do you have any idea where the rest of your team is, Agent Fettle? Fettle: Thompson's out. Dead. Vanholt and Easton's last known location was… Wing K. Z1/2: Eight, give Agent Fettle your sidearm and some ammunition. Let's pay Squad 1 a visit. Squad 1 Z1/2: Squad 1, [Static] copy? [Static]6, come in. Captain? Z1/1: There's interference, Two. Can you repeat? Z1/3: Cap, come look. Z1/4: Looks like some sort of containment room, it's got to be. [An airlock release can be heard as Squad 1 enters the room.] Z1/6: Hands up! Turn around slowly. Vanholt: Gosh am I glad to see you, boys. Z1/1: Guns down– he's one of ours. Captain, it's swell to see you've made it. Vanholt: As I'm sure you've seen, this place has gone to hell in a handbag. Z1/1: Where is the rest of your team? Vanholt: A few of the orderlies… Th–they ate Easton. I… I don't know what happened to Fettle or Thompson. Z1/1: Okay. We should keep moving. Vanholt: Wait Captain, how much of the situation are you aware of? Z1/1: We've seen hostile entities, taken them out. Thaumic rounds work wonders. Vanholt: Have you seen it? The big one? Z1/1: We have not. We are to capture the main anomaly and Dr. Kellogg. Vanholt: So before Kellogg created those things, he had a plan. As far as I can tell from his notes, this room was meant to contain the entity. Z1/1: If you're saying Kellogg meant to capture the entity, why hasn't he? Vanholt: He doesn't have the presence of mind left to tie his shoelaces, let alone fight that thing. It's been parading him around on a leash. Z1/1: Last known location? Vanholt: The chapel, it's just down the hall. Z1/1: Okay– tell us everything you know about this room and the entity. Squad 2 Fettle: Okay, this is it– Wing K. Z1/2: Right, look alive. [Shouting can be heard from down the corridor, followed by gunshots.] Z1/7: Looks like Squad 1 has already engaged the entity. Z1/2: Nine and Ten, scrawl out an 8 Trigram Seal on this door. I don't want anything in or out. Z1/9: You got it, boss. Z1/2: Seven and Eight, rendezvous with Squad 1. Agent Fettle, you're with me, let's see if we can find your team. SCP-5208-3: You dare disturb Asmodeus! [A loud crashing noise followed by shouting can be heard.] Z1/8: Holy fuck, what is that? Squad 1 & Squad 2 [The sound of running can be heard.] Z1/3: Captain look, it's Squad 2. Z1/1: Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Z1/2: The doors sealed behind us. What's the plan? Z1/1: We need to get it inside this room. Z1/2: How do you– [Z1/2 is interrupted by a loud crunching noise, followed by a thud as his body hits the ground.] SCP-5208-3: I found you. [Inhuman laughter] Z1/4: [Screaming] It’s in my head– I can't– I– [Unknown]. [Indistinguishable shouting can be heard. The laughter continues followed by several wet popping sounds.] Z1/1: Everyone in this room, now! SCP-5208-3: You can't hide from me! I am inside your heads, inside your hearts, inside your coc– Z1/1: Flip the fucking switch Vanholt! What are you wai– [Z1/1 is interrupted by a loud buzzing noise followed by inhuman screaming] [The roar of a large fire can be heard.] [END LOG] □ SCP-5208 Response Log □ Battle Creek Sanitarium during response conclusion. Two-hours after MSF Zulu-1 entered the Battle Creek Sanitarium, several fires broke out across the facility as all SCP-5208-2 instances erupted into flames. Of the 286 civilians within the sanitarium, 192 survived with 161 listed as injured casualties. Amongst the survivors both SCP-5208-Ω and Mr. Kellogg survived, with SCP-5208-Ω sustaining irreparable brain damage during the event. MSF Zulu-1 was able to recover Captain Vanholt, Agent Fettle, SCP-5208-1, and several documents relating to GOI-5208SD9. All survivors and civilian witnesses were amnestisized and Cover Story-BK79 (Faulty Gas Valve) was enacted. Due to SCP-5208-Ω's brain damage and in accordance with the Foundation agreement with Mr. Kellogg, SCP-5208-Ω was administered YM-Grade amnestics and released into the custody of Mr. Kellogg. All public information pertaining to SCP-5208-Ω's involvement with GOI-5208SD was destroyed or confiscated. In return, Mr. Kellogg transferred a 10% holding of The Kellogg Company to the Foundation. Footnotes 1. According to the Glymen Demonology Index, Null-Class Demonic entities are low-tier extra-spatial entities with various anomalous capabilities. Common abilities include telekinesis and cognitive influence. Most notably, these entities are usually given further abilities and augmentations through their commanding Marquis-Class or Princeps-Class Demonic Entities. Due to to the lack of ability to possesses hosts, Dux-Class Entities are typically non-corporeal. 2. Including masturbation with external objects. 3. This can occur regardless of sexual orientation. 4. According to the Glymen Demonology Index, Princeps-Class Demonic entities are high-tier extra-spatial entities with various anomalous capabilities. Notably common abilities include telekinesis, divination, compulsion, perception manipulation, and realty bending. Princeps-Class entities are typically in control of large groups of Marquis-Class and Dux-Class Demonic Entities. 5. SCP-5208-2 instances created in this way will spontaneously erupt from within a nearby human, killing them in the process. 6. A famous health resort in Battle Creek, Michigan, affiliated with the Seventh-Day Adventist Church. 7. Located 25 miles from the Battle Creek Sanitarium. 8. MSF Zulu-1 is a specialized strike force trained in the handling of thaumic/ethereal situations. 9. These documents are available to personnel with Level/5 Clearance at Site-51's Archive.
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Franklin.aic has been tasked with trawling various news and social media outlets for uploaded media with similar content, but so far none have been located. Description SCP-5209 is the designation given to a video file that was anomalously uploaded to the Foundation database by unknown persons. While the file itself has been verified to be completely mundane, the method by which it was uploaded and who uploaded it are still in question. Object classification is still pending due to the continuing nature of the investigation into this anomaly. Research into the possibility of a major site security breach is ongoing, with Franklin.aic tasked with a thorough review of all related SCiPNet protocols. Additionally, Franklin.aic itself has also been cross-examined by both Alexandra.aic and Foundation technicians to confirm that no data corruption or evidence of outside tampering exists. This file will be updated as new information becomes available. Discovery On June 17, 2019, footage was uploaded to a secure SCiPNet server from authenticated Foundation survey team Axios-12. Franklin.aic reviewed the footage and noted several discrepancies, principal of which is that no record of "Axios-12" exists within the Foundation database. While the metadata of the uploaded video matches Foundation standards and the encryption protocol utilized was current, no employment records exist for the attributed Foundation employees seen in the footage. Location and personnel identifying information was included in the metadata download, but the GPS coordinates given for "Patricksville, FL" are within an unincorporated region of Lafayette County, FL, on property that is marginally a part of the Mallory Swamp Wildlife Management Area. No buildings or roadways in Lafayette County appear to match those depicted within the video, despite multiple surveys of the area by helicopter. Appended Documentation Video Log Date | Time: 2020/07/22 | 01:37 GMT Location: Patricksville, Florida1 Depicted: Junior Field Agent James Lowe, Field Agent Matt Green Foreword: The first portion of this video shows a survey of a non-anomalous religious complex, and at one point focuses on a hand-painted sign designating it "The First Church of the Covenant and the Sword".2 [BEGIN LOG] [Agent Green can be seen walking through a small patch of woods towards a dilapidated building.] Lowe: It's already getting dark, why don't we call it a day? Green: The church got one more building on the property, I'd rather not have to come all the way back tomorrow just for this. Besides, we have flashlights, right? [Agent Green waves his flashlight towards the camera] Lowe: Sure, I guess. Green: Hey, I get it. It's your first day on the job and you find out you're stuck doing this shit. For now, just make sure you hold that thing straight, Lowe. [The camera angle adjusts slightly] Lowe: Yeah, alright, why do we have to film all this anyway? You're already taking pictures and writing everything down. Green: Rules are rules, kid. I don't really ask the why's and whatnots. SCP-5209. [The two men approach the entrance to the building. Various serpentine engravings can be seen around the door as Agent Green opens it.] Green: Shit, it is pretty dark in here, watch your step. Lowe: Hold on, I think this thing has a night vision setting. If I gotta film all this shit, better make sure it's worth it. [The camera angle shakes several times, night vision activates and the angle readjusts.] Lowe: There we go. Green: Keep an eye out for mice, Jerry said this place used to have a wicked infestation. Lowe: Damn. Yeah, okay. Main hall of the building. Green: Let's get this over with, the building's got a ground floor, an attic/loft space, and a basement? Not many of those in Florida. [He shrugs, then continues] There's no power out here, but we have to check the water just in case that still works. Lowe: Lead the way. [The first room they enter is clear of furniture, with the footage showing nothing of note. The two men use a tape measure to determine the dimensions of the room.] Green: Okay, next room's over here. [Green retracts the measuring tape, and the two of them walk across the room and through the open doorway, pushing through the rotting cloth hung in lieu of a door. The next area is similar in dimension to the previous, but the detritus strewn about the space gives appears to indicate this room served as a living area.] Lowe: This place is a real dum– Christ, looks like someone's been sleeping in this shit? Sleeping mat. Green: Just hold the tape, no time for gawkin'. [Agent Lowe holds onto the end of the measuring tape to the wall as Green steps over the deteriorated sleeping mat and takes the other end to the opposing wall. On the floor near the wall closest to Lowe is a small pile of tattered women's clothing.] Lowe: Yeah, but– Green: Ah shit, I found the damn mice. [Agent Lowe walks over and examines the floor, where the skeletal remains of several dozen mice can be seen. After briefly inspecting the remnants of the mice, the two men return to taking various measurements of the room.] Green: Let's do the bathroom, then it's just the loft and basement. [He gestures with his flashlight, playing the beam across another open doorway leading into a room with a tiled floor.] Lowe: The sooner the better, this place gives me the creeps. [Green smirks at Lowe, then the two men walk through the doorway into a large, dirty bathroom.] Green: [Whistles.] Well, this has sure seen better days. Check the sink, kid, I'll check the shower. Lowe: Oh fuck, man, are those teeth? [he looks over to where Green is measuring some cabinets] Hey, come take a look at this. Several human teeth, dried blood, a hammer, and pliers within the bathroom sink. [Green glances into the sink, sighs heavily, then attempts to turn the water on. He shrugs and walks toward the shower.] Lowe: I mean, it's dry, but still wh– Green: [interrupting] Listen, kid, you're in the Foundation now, and sometimes we find weird shit. You just gotta stick to what we do and put it in the report. Lowe: But- Green: Look, I don't wanna be here all day. Stick with it, and you'll see a lot weirder… Well, huh, that's a new one. Lowe: What is it? [Green pushes back the shower curtain, revealing the shredded remains of a skin-like material filling the tub. Lowe uses the butt of his flashlight to shift the material and a large clump of long brunette hair becomes visible. Lowe makes a retching sound.] Lowe: God, the smell. Green: [snickering] Like I said: we just write it in the report and move along. [After taking several more measurements, the two men exit the bathroom. They pass back through the living space, then down a short hallway.] Green: Fuck, it's hot. You'd think it would've cooled off a little by now. [he slaps at his left arm, then waves his hand in front of his face.] Fucking gnats. Christ. I hate Florida. [Lowe briefly shines his light at Green and makes a snorting noise.] Lowe: [mimicking Green's voice] Listen, old man, you're in Florida now, and sometimes the weather's just shit. Green: Stow it, junior. Ain't nice mockin' your elders like that. [Lowe snickers, then leads the way up the set of rickety stairs at the end of the hall.] Lowe: What the fuck is this shit? [The loft is filled with several bookshelves, sculptures, and occult objects featuring Haitian Vodou iconography. A rusted medical examination table and makeshift throne chair are present in the center of the room.] Vodou drum. Green: Fuck if I know, looks like the old pastor was into some weird voodoo whatsit, I guess. [Agent Green taps several times on the head of a drum.] Lowe: I don't know, man, this is a lil' extra if you ask me. [Agent Lowe brushes his hand against a metal shackle hanging from the wall, then nudges a metal cart with vials and syringes partially filled with a black, viscous fluid out of the way with his boot. The two men silently take measurements before walking back down the stairs.] Lowe: The basement door's over there, I think. [Lowe gestures past the bathroom to a worn red door.] Lowe: Shit. I forgot to check if there was water in the toilet. I'll get that and meet you downstairs. Green: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just hurry up, kid. [Agent Lowe extends his middle finger toward Green's back as he walks down the basement stairs.] Lowe: [Again mimicking Green's voice under his breath.] "Just hurry up, kid." [Agent Lowe continues to grumble under his breath as he re-enters the bathroom and steps over to the toilet.] Lowe: Wait… What the fuck… [Low turns the camera to show the bathroom sink, now devoid of its previous contents, aside from the dried blood. Lowe quickly spins around and pulls the shower curtain open, finding it likewise empty.] Lowe: Oh, fuck this. I ain't… Shit, Green! [Agent Lowe rushes out of the bathroom and walks to the basement door. As he descends the stairs, data corruption begins to warp the video playback3.] The basement's central room. Lowe: Green, look, we gotta go, like now. Something's just not right here, man. We should call fo– [Lowe pushes his way through a set of plastic room dividers, revealing an open space. In the center of the small room, Green can be seen facing the opposing wall, his arms at his sides.] Lowe: Come on, man! Didn't you hear me calling? Something's definitely not fucking right. Matt! [Lowe tugs on Agent Green's shoulder, turning him slightly towards the camera. Green is covered in blood, the hammer from the bathroom sink is now embedded in Green's crushed chest cavity. A large, serpentine mass can be seen burrowing into his chest cavity through the gabs and tears in his upper torso.] Lowe: Jesus fuck! Nah…nah, I'm fuckin' out– Humanoid entity. [As Agent Lowe turns around a female humanoid is seen squatting in his path, the entity unhinges its jaw and begins emitting a loud hissing noise.] Lowe: Oh fuck me, man. [Lowe stumbles backward and falls to the ground, the camera loosely attached to his wrist. The entity springs forward and grabs Lowe by the ankles, dragging him through the plastic divider and to the other side of the basement.] Lowe: [babbling incoherently] [Agent Lowe digs his fingertips into the concrete floor, and a wet scraping sound can be heard as several nails snap free from his fingertips.] Lowe: Oh god– W-where are you taking me? [A bright light is seen just as the file corruption once more occludes the visual feed, and Agent Lowe's screams take on a tinny, mechanical sound through the digital haze.] [ After approximately 25 minutes, the data corruption once more clears and the camera reactivates mid-air. The camera falls and lands on the basement's concrete floor. A Way can be seen dissipating at the center of the room, the video feed terminates as it closes.] Final transmitted image. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. There is no note of a Patricksville, Florida in any public or historic records. 2. A search of the Florida Non-Profit tax records and the Florida Secretary of State turned up no information on this entity. As "Patricksville" is also not listed as an incorporated township, no municipal records are available. 3. 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Item #: SCP-5210 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5210 is to be kept in a standard containment cell. This cell is to have 4 automated tranquilizer guns loaded with darts containing no less than 10 ml of carfentanil1. SCP-5210 is to be restrained using a 3-meter chain pinned to the center of the cell. No visual recording devices of any kind are to be allowed inside the containment cell. Any personnel caught attempting to do so will be reprimanded after clearing a psych evaluation. Once every 7 days, a Class-D personnel who does not suffer from any severe visual impairments must enter the cell alone. The individual will interact with SCP-5210 for 12 hours before being fired on by the automated tranquilizer guns. 4 blindfolded personnel will then enter the cell to retrieve the individual. SCP-5210 will make no attempts to escape or to harm these personnel. Personnel may, however, make physical contact with the entity, either through accident or the entity intentionally initiating. Agents should be aware that this poses no threat and should not be alarmed. Description: SCP-5210 is an anomalous entity resembling a male golden labrador approximately 2 months old. SCP-5210 does not appear to physically age. SCP-5210 may be immune to traditional physical harm, although this has not been confirmed as testing this trait is not advised (see addendum 5210-2). SCP-5210's primary anomalous trait is a cognitohazard that activates when anyone views it. Those who directly view it will feel an overwhelming urge to pet the anomaly, play with it, call it "a good boy", and perform various other archetypal tasks traditionally associated with interacting with a puppy. Those affected by SCP-5210 will not cease these activities until they are unable to continue looking at SCP-5210. Natural blinking will create a vague sense of unease, but will not be enough to free an individual from the cognitohazard (see addendum 5210-2). Those who have survived interaction with SCP-5210 describe having at the time believed it was their greatest life experience and that no other experience could ever be greater. Viewing SCP-5210 through video, live-footage, or photographs will cause similar feelings of adoration and will cause the affected individual to express an extreme desire to meet and interact with SCP-5210 in person. Affected individuals will also become aware of SCP-5210's location. These effects also end when the individual no longer sees SCP-5210's depiction. Should SCP-5210 go more than 8 days without direct human interaction equal to or exceeding 12 consecutive hours, its cognitohazardous ability will affect individuals even if they cannot visually see the entity. These individuals will instinctively know the location of SCP-5210 and will attempt to reach its location as quickly as possible using any available means of transportation. The range of this cognitohazard rapidly expands. It is not currently known if there are limits to the range, but it has been demonstrated to be able to cover over 40 km. Addendum 5210-1 Recovery Log: SCP-5210 was recovered on 3/18/2018. On 3/12/2018, the Foundation intercepted satellite images of the town of ███████, Wyoming, revealing that the inhabitants were dead. There were no signs of a struggle, of conventional weapon use, or of any known disease being responsible. A team of field agents was sent to investigate. Agents reported seeing empty homes and empty streets. The doors to homes had been left open and no cars were present on any of the streets. After fifteen minutes, the agents found a street containing dozens of vehicles parked haphazardly, with several having crashed into each other around an alleyway. Several dead, emaciated bodies were found at the edge of the alleyway, with a large pile found inside the alley itself. It was later confirmed that the entire town population had died there. While examining the bodies, Field Agent Hernandez reported having heard a whimpering sound coming from beneath the corpses at the end of the alley. After removing several corpses, SCP-5210 was discovered and seen by all agents present. No contact was received for over two days. Given that the town of ███████ was a two-day drive from the nearest Foundation Facility, response time was delayed. Of the 6 agents sent, only Field Agent Hernandez returned. He was suffering from the effects of sleep deprivation and dehydration. SCP-5210 had been contained in the back of the transport truck. Field Agent Hernandez gave a brief explanation of SCP-5210's primary anomalous trait before passing out and being taken to the site ██ medical bay. Addendum 5210-2 Interview Log: Interviewed: Field Agent Hernandez Interviewee: Dr. Burnstein Foreward: Agent Hernandez has awoken after retrieving SCP-5210 and is undergoing a psych evaluation. <Begin log> Agent Hernandez fiddles with his IV. Agent Hernandez: I don't understand why this is necessary. It's not uncommon for things like this to happen in the field. Dr. Burnstein: You know good and well why it's necessary. We don't fully understand the nature of the anomaly. It could still be affecting you now. Agent Hernandez: It's out of my head now, Dr. My name is Agent Hernandez. I work for the SCP Foundation. My job is to help the Foundation Secure, Contain, and Protect. How's that? Dr. Burnstein: You understand why that's not enough. You need to work with me. Help me understand what happened. Agent Hernandez: Like I already said, the thing controls you when you look at it. It made us all dote on it like a child. That's all there is to it. Dr. Burnstein: And what of the other agents? What of when it made you… Agent Hernandez slams his fist on the table. Agent Hernandez: It didn't make me do that. That's the only thing I did where I was in complete control. Dr. Burnstein: Please, just walk me through it. What did it feel like being effected? Agent Hernandez: Are you married? Dr. Burnstein: I don't see the relevance of the question. Agent Hernandez: I'm married. Got a 2-year old boy back home with a girl on her way. Dr. Burnstein: Well, congratulations, I suppose, but please, stay on topic. Agent Hernandez: I remember when I first saw her in her wedding dress. I thought I would never see anything so beautiful, so wonderful, ever again. But then we had our son. It was different, but seeing my boy in my wife's arms, I thought nothing could ever compare. And then I saw that thing. Suddenly, my wife and son were no better than dirt. They were trash. Nothing could compare to that thing, I thought. Dr. Burnstein: Cognitohazards can overrule all logic and emotion. So this anomaly made you see it as desirable. Is that it? Agent Hernandez: It was more than that. It's tough to explain. It looked like just a normal puppy. It rolled over, nuzzled, licked our hands, all that stuff. But I could feel something more sometimes. It was like it needed us. Like it desired us as much as we desired it. There was a hunger there. It might be from the blinking. I tried not to blink. I think we all did, but we couldn't stop ourselves. It wasn't enough for us to react or do anything before our eyes opened again, but it let me feel, if only for a moment. Dr. Burnstein: And this went on for several days? Tell me, did you feel tired? Hungry? Or did it remove those feelings? Agent Hernandez: I still felt all of it. I just powered through it. We all did. I honestly didn't know I had it in me, but I pushed through the pain, the hunger, all of it. The hardest was the smell. The bodies, they were just starting to decompose when we arrived. And we were sitting on them. Literally sitting on these bloating corpses. The fluids, we just sat in them, let them soak into our clothes, into our skin. I wanted to retch, but I didn't. I fought it so I could keep petting that thing. Dr. Burnstein: What did break you free? I need details. You claim you were in control of yourself when you apprehended the anomaly. Agent Hernandez: Here's the thing. I'm not allergic to dogs. I don't think I would have made it past a second date with my wife if I couldn't be around dogs. She's obsessed with them. I'm telling you this because I honestly don't know what made me sneeze. But I did, and I sneezed hard. It kept my eyes closed for just long enough for me to get back in control and keep them closed. So there I am, my eyes closed, body aching, this close to passing out, and my teammates are all still under its control. So I unholster my pistol, feel around for the thing, and fire three shots into it. I'm sure I hit it, but it didn't work. And that's when I felt it. I don't know how else to say it other than it felt dark. I hear Agent Willum. She's always loved dogs, so maybe this thing hit her harder than the rest of us. She says that I need to open my eyes and look. Her exact words were, "Look at him. He's such a good boy. He's the goodest wittle boy." Next thing I know, the agents are grabbing at my face. They're clawing at my face, trying to force my eyes open. I tried to fight them off, doctor, I swear I did. But I was so tired. I didn't have the energy. I couldn't fight, so I just started shooting. I emptied the clip just to be sure. Once it was just me and the thing, containing it was just a matter of dragging it and feeling around until I found the transport vehicle. It didn't really put up any resistance. I guess it got what it wanted. Dr. Burnstein: I see. Well, as far as I am concerned, you are ready to return to active duty, but the higher-ups might want you to do a few more of these. <END LOG> Note: On 5/23/2018, Agent Hernandez was determined to be mentally unfit for duty after he was arrested by local authorities for killing his neighbors' dogs, as well as his own. Footnotes 1. Elephant tranquilizer. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5210" by Norman Lennock Manne, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5210. 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-5211 Special Containment Procedures: Site-5211, formerly the Code FLAVORDOME Command Complex, has been secured from Chaos Insurgency control. SCP-5211-GESTALT is being fed its previously media allotment alongside Foundation videos on containment objectives and operational guidelines. If SCP-5211-GESTALT behaves according to its initial mission objectives, its host biomass is to be detonated with a remotely-activated explosive charge, implanted in the primary cranial orifice. SCP-5211 instances which have been rendered non-functional are to be stored in the nearest Grade-B biological quarantine locker. Methods of repair are under active research. Description: SCP-5211 is a system of 30 remotely-controlled and hive mind-organized biomechanisms resembling American restaurateur Guy Ramsay Fieri. Aside from outwards physical traits, SCP-5211 instances are anatomically inconsistent from humans, possessing abnormal organ arrangements which replicate standard biological functions despite their structures. A form of chitinous exoskeleton with chromatophore components replicates standard clothing. Radio antenna protrude from the nape of each instance's neck; owing to a presumed memetic cloak, civilians recognize this to be a "flavor wand."2 Instances do not require nutritional intake. Based on the mass–energy–information equivalence principle, it is hypothesized that the energy necessary for continued operation is directly broadcast from SCP-5211-GESTALT in an informational form, though it is unknown how or where SCP-5211-GESTALT could generate such resources. The primary function of SCP-5211 is for the transportation of food and medical resources to specified recipient targets. Once a target is specified by SCP-5211-GESTALT, the nearest operable instance proceeds to a hospital, store, restaurant, or otherwise appropriate establishment. On arrival, it attempts to use its perceived celebrity status as a means of bartering for the resources it requires. Memetic signals encoded into its speech patterns result in a high rate of success. In cases where bartering fails, SCP-5211 follows Behavior 5211/TEREBRO. Behavior 5211/TEREBRO constitutes the violent maiming and consumption of all involved individuals until resources are obtained. Bystanders do not interfere; a fear of "his spicy wrath" is unanimously cited as the motivating factor. Once acquired, SCP-5211 proceeds to the location of the target, either by foot or by use of hijacked vehicles. In all cases the instance follows the shortest route per local geography, with attempts made to scale physical obstructions by any means necessary until succeeding or being damaged to the point of non-functionality. If the instance arrives and the target is alive, resources are placed in their immediate vicinity. The instance is then rendered limp until its next activation. If the instance arrives and the target is deceased, identical behavior is performed. RECOVERY SCP-5211 was first encountered during Chaos Insurgency attacks on compounds in the Appalachia region in 2014. In each case, the anomaly failed to offer a strategic advantage. Two instances were noted to arrive hours following the deaths of their targets, and a mass activation of five instances allowed the Foundation to track the movements of Insurgency operatives based on corresponding instance movements. Interrogation found that no operatives knew the anomaly existed prior to these incidents. By monitoring bulk orders of official Guy Fieri merchandise, the Department of Analytics identified a potential source: a house at the outskirts of Weirton, West Virginia. Mobile Task Force Tsan-17 ("To the Rustworks I Belong") was deployed on 11/03/2014. On entrance, the entire living room and kitchen were found to be wholly occupied by Guy Fieri merchandise, arranged in patterns matching Neo-Akashic servitor3 invocation rings. Layers of human organs of unknown origin were layered into spiral pattern on top. Entrance to the second floor was met with immediate retaliation by a female assailant (PoI-5211) armed with a rudimentary biomechanical railgun.4 Two agents were injured before PoI-5211 was subdued, at which point a metafictional descension ritual triggered, ejecting PoI-5211 out of physical reality into a fictional medium as an escape method.5 The second floor was empty with the exception of the bedroom space. Agents discovered a conglomerated mass of viscera, fashioned into the shape of a human torso and clothed in a heavily stained black bowler shirt with red flame patterns. A complex network of tied-together and bent radio antenna affixed the mass to the wall and floor, keeping it upright. All seven of its eyes were trained on a widescreen television opposite to it, which played footage of reality TV-shows hosted by Guy Fieri on loop. Clips of Foundation agents terminating Insurgency operatives were interspersed between episodes. Scattered notebooks in the room allowed researchers to infer that the mass is the physical host of SCP-5211-GESTALT, a servitor entity summoned by PoI-5211 to control all SCP-5211 instances. These notebooks were accompanied by: Maps charting instance positions A specialized radio kit designed to send orders to SCP-5211-GEIST, overriding its default autonomous behavior Inscriptions of the complete genetic sequence of Guy Fieri etched across the walls Photos of Guy Fieri cut into spiral patterns Flash drives storing clips of white noise, purpose unknown Lacerated dermal tissue inscribed with "CODE FLAVORDOME COMMAND COMPLEX HOLEWARDS SECTOR, ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK" Documents found in the living room and kitchen were illegible. Any writing present was a combination between notes, memetoenginering schematics, anatomical diagrams, and sketches of an unclear purpose, overlaid to such an extreme that only small portions of each could be deciphered. Several pieces of paper organized in a cupboard labeled "IMPORTANT" were completely blank. The sole most legible information was an inscription on a matted patch of heart valves, transcribed below: as a Reminder timely unto the Skin THE DELTAS AND THEIR FRAYED WIRES DIRECT ORDERS FROM THE HOLE THEM/ITS/—-SELF HASTE ON THE BULLSHIT how long until the foundies catch whiff of the failures huh huh huh WOULDN'T TASTE TOO GOOD WOULD IT you can dig a hole anywhere if you try so why haven't you DROP IT IN THE SPADE'S INCHES FROM BREAKING TOPSOIL drop it in falls out where they need it DON'T NEED A CAR DUMBLASS SEE EVEN YOUR HOLE AGREES KEEP IT THE FOOD MAN FOR THE FUNNY remember to /slough/between/the/lines/ that empty space is for the organs even—- could be wider make nietzsche cry THAT KNIFE'S GETTING RUSTY SO HMU LATER GIRL I'M NOT THIS PEACE Full context is unclear. Currently, it is believed that SCP-5211-GESTALT was in an incomplete state at the time of its containment. What the final result was planned to be is unclear. TRIAL OPERATION LD/5211 Trial Operation LD/5211 is an experimental procedure to determine whether SCP-5211 could be viable as a support system for Foundation operations. Following a year of sustained SCP-5211-GESTALT reconditioning with informational content on the Foundation, SCP-5211 instances have been placed in select containment sites across North America. When a site housing an instance experiences a containment breach or raid, an alert is to be relayed to Site-5211, where said instance can be activated to provide medical aid to injured personnel. While SCP-5211-GESTALT has been trained to avoid Behavior 5211/TENEBRO, explosives with neurological activation have been implanted into the craniums of each instance as a cautionary measure. As operational efficacy is yet to be determined, personnel must not rely on SCP-5211. Further anomaly usage may be considered if the operation succeeds. To better understand the mannerisms of SCP-5211, personnel are encouraged to view episodes of selected containment-relevant media when possible. Footnotes 1. See Trial Operation LD/5211 for further information. 2. Relation to a lack of civilian interest in instances, when present, is presumed. 3. Noospheric complexes summoned from the consciousness of the summoner and developed into independent entities for the purpose of serving a specific function. 4. Weapon structure in the form of a elongated SCP-5211 instance head, with the spinal cord and nerves coagulated around PoI-5211's wrist. Projectiles were solidified spikes of the PoI's blood. 5. No pursuit could be made. Tracking by the Department of Analytics is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5211" by NatVoltaic, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5211. 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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Image of what is believed to be SCP-5212, recovered from personal effects of victim. Note that photographs of SCP-5212 do not pose a lethality risk. Item #: SCP-5212 Special Containment Procedures: Efforts to locate and contain SCP-5212 are currently ongoing. Until physical containment of SCP-5212 can be achieved, these procedures are to focus on information obfuscation and amnesticization of witnesses in cases where they have not yet expired. As SCP-5212 has already become integrated into the local folklore of the surrounding area, full expungement of its existence from the public record is not possible. Instead, agents embedded into the local community are to manipulate said folklore so as to emphasize themes consistent with traditional 'ghost stories' and minimize communication of more unusual deaths caused by SCP-5212. As most SCP-5212 encounters will result in a non-suspicious death, excessive amnesticization is not required in the majority of cases. The rare exceptions to this are to be dealt with on a case-by-case basis by agents embedded in the local community. Description: SCP-5212 is an apparently leporid entity known to reside in Merseyside, England — particularly in the area directly between the villages of Crank and Billinge. Although no Foundation personnel have directly encountered SCP-5212 to date, reports of its existence as given by witnesses are considered to be credible and backed up by clear signs of anomalous activity in the region. Individuals who have encountered SCP-5212 describe it as resembling a small European rabbit with white fur and red eyes, of typical size and proportions for its breed. In cases where these encounters have occurred at night or in dimly lit areas, witnesses have further described SCP-5212 as being luminescent, emitting significant amounts of bright white light in the surrounding area. As the Foundation has not yet had an opportunity to examine SCP-5212, no facts regarding its interior biology can be confirmed — and even the assumption of it being a physical entity is uncertain. SCP-5212 will appear periodically before individuals present within the area between the villages of Billinge and Crank. The criteria that leads SCP-5212 to select an individual to appear before is uncertain, and the periods between events have ranged from two weeks to six years. Events in which SCP-5212 is encountered by an individual typically follow a similar pattern, consisting of the following: The subject in question is alone, performing a task or observing another subject. When they turn away from this task or subject, they will suddenly notice SCP-5212 staring at them from somewhere nearby. The distance between the subject and SCP-5212 varies from encounter to encounter — in some cases, the two are within a meter of each other, while other cases have SCP-5212 being far off in the distance. In the majority of cases, the subject will cite a certainty that SCP-5212 was observing them for some time before they became aware of its presence, although they cannot explain the reasoning behind this belief when questioned. SCP-5212 will continue to observe the subject, failing to flee or visibly react if shooed away by the subject. Some subjects have reported feelings of extreme cold and weightlessness at this point, but this is inconsistent. If the subject looks away from SCP-5212 and then looks back, they will find that it has vanished. In some cases, even blinking is enough to prompt this response. In cases where subjects do not look away from SCP-5212, they have described the entity's ears turning to point in their direction and rapidly stretching towards them, suggesting that these protrusions are limbs used for grasping rather than actual ears. This occurs regardless of distance — one individual, standing approximately fifty meters away from SCP-5212 and observing it via binoculars, described the protrusions stretching to fill the space between them in the span of a few seconds. It is unknown what occurs if these protrusions were to make contact with the subject, as all known SCP-5212 witnesses have fled prior to this happening. All individuals who directly observe SCP-5212 will, without exception, die within the next six months. The method of death is variable but always seemingly coincidental, usually through illness or accident — suggesting that SCP-5212 may utilize some method of probabilistic manipulation to eliminate its victims. Other deaths have occurred in the area where SCP-5212 is known to reside, but the circumstances in which they have occurred is unclear. Evidence suggests that, unlike the majority of deaths attributed to SCP-5212, these victims were killed instantly during the encounter itself — and unlike the seemingly coincidental causes of deaths in those cases, these deaths appear to have been caused by sudden and bizarre means. (See Addendum 5212-2.) Despite the work of Foundation agents over a sixty-year period, SCP-5212 has not yet been personally encountered by containment staff — and no physical evidence of it, such as shed fur or droppings, has been discovered at the locations of sightings. Due to the long period between SCP-5212 appearances and the inherent deniability of the majority of deaths it causes, this has thus far not presented a substantial risk to secrecy. Nevertheless, efforts to locate and contain SCP-5212 continue. Addendum 5212-1: Potential History The exact origin of SCP-5212 is unknown, but what is believed to be its first appearance occurred in 1833, shortly after a meteor shower that was especially prominent in the area. One week following the meteor shower, a local monk named Geoffrey Miller discovered the body of six year old Jennifer Gatman resting against the village chapel's outside wall. Gatman had been found missing from her bed two nights earlier, and it had been feared that she had wandered away from her home and become lost. Although the historical nature of this event makes Gatman's cause of death difficult to determine, Miller's personal journal — which was recovered from auction in 1982 — described the girl as having clearly frozen to death. Furthermore, he claimed that the girl's body was still so cold when she was discovered that she could not be touched without gloves, and that one of her limbs snapped off when local authorities attempted to move her. It is believed that this was the first death directly caused by SCP-5212. Following this event, SCP-5212's now-consistent behaviour pattern developed, with the anomaly being the cause of mostly coincidental deaths rather than the clearly anomalous ones experienced by Jennifer Gatman and only a few other victims over the years. Addendum 5212-2: Incident 5212-1 On 22/05/2019, the proprietor of the Stork's Inn, located in the village of Billinge, reported that three travelers who had booked rooms there had failed to return for six days after heading out as a group for a hiking trip. Foundation agents embedded in local law enforcement, suspecting possible SCP-5212 involvement, investigated the personal effects of these travelers and discovered that they had likely come to the region under false pretenses and using false names. Evidence suggests that the travelers belonged to an as-of-yet unknown group, aware of SCP-5212's existence, and seeking to hunt it for the purpose of personal prestige. The bodies of the travelers, having suffered from anomalous deaths caused by SCP-5212, were discovered in various locations in and around the forests in the area. Notable details of these deaths have been recorded below: Name Location Further Details "Amalric Wolff" Just outside the mouth of a cave in the nearby 'Crank Caverns'. Corpse found in the possession of a hunting rifle and knife. Inspection suggests that the rifle jammed when the trigger was pulled. Cause of death ruled as instantaneous fatal cryostasis, similar to historical accounts of Jennifer Gatman's death, with analysis suggesting that the victim's body temperature instantly fell to -232°C. "Annaliesa Riese" Wide area in a clearing in the local woods. Hunting rifle and knife found in the vicinity. Inspection suggests that the rifle jammed when the trigger was pulled. Cause of death ruled as explosive decompression, although the scattered state of Riese's remains makes further analysis difficult. "Siegfried Peters" Resting against the outside wall of a beacon tower atop local landmark 'Billinge Hill'. Corpse found in the possession of a hunting rifle and knife. Inspection suggests that the rifle jammed when the trigger was pulled. Hunting knife discovered to be melted from the hilt upwards. Cause of death ruled as respiratory failure caused by massive amounts of lunar regolith present in the victim's lungs. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5212" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5212. 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: scprabbit.jpg Name: white rabbit Author: Dan Davison License: CC BY 2.0 Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/22541812@N03/5066012858
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SCP-5213: The Oracle of the Fae Author: Cyvstvi. Image Credit: See comments. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Cyvstvi The Oracle of the Fae by Cyvstvi More by this author Item#: 5213 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Fig 1.1: Six Doric columns situated directly above the cavern concealing the entrance to SCP-5213. Special Containment Procedures: A fenced perimeter has been erected around the Temple of Apollo, located at Delphi, Greece, to dissuade civilian exploration. Any civilians caught attempting to enter SCP-5213 are to be amnesticised and remanded into the custody of the Hellenic Police. Cover Story 5213.12 "Structural Degradation: Archaeological Site" has been disseminated to local and regional media. SCP-5213 is to be contained at the location of its discovery by Mobile Task Force Phi-11 "The Waymakers". Phi-11 are tasked with civilian containment methods and ensuring that Foundation personnel remain able to access SCP-5213 at all times. Description: SCP-5213 is a massive, subterranean structure located beneath the Delphic Panhellenic Sanctuary on Mount Parnassos, Greece. SCP-5213 predates all other structures on Mount Parnassos by approximately seven thousand years. The entrance to SCP-5213 is concealed within a cave beneath the Sanctuary, accessible by means of a rock-cut staircase within the bedrock of the mountainside. These caverns, which descend seven kilometres into the earth, have not been fully mapped and are illuminated by an unknown species of bioluminescent foliage. A pair of oak doors mark the boundary between SCP-5213 and the exterior cavern. These doors are sealed by means of a nomenclative lock, requiring an individual to speak a specific utterance to unlock the door. This utterance was deduced to be the Name1 of the individual wishing to access SCP-5213. It is believed that the risks associated with verbally speaking an individual’s Name warranted a sufficient security measure to those who built SCP-5213. SCP-5213's internal architecture is reminiscent of the ruins located near the place where they began, consisting of elevated walkways and floral courtyards. If viewed from above, SCP-5213 would resemble a solar cross.2 SCP-5213 is divided into five sections; one section is situated at each end of the cross, whilst the fifth section is located at the centre. The four outermost sections of SCP-5213 function as archives, each one filled with thousands of clay tablets. The majority of these tablets lay broken or severely disfigured. Foundation linguists have transposed and translated a fractional minority of recovered intact tablets. Those which have been translated are filed within this document. The central section of SCP-5213 consists of an elevated platform surrounded by discs of polished marble and hollow agate. These discs are suspended in mid-air, remaining entirely motionless, with their mirrored surfaces directed towards the chamber at the centre of the platform. This central structure houses SCP-5213-A. SCP-5213-A is a complex scrying device intended to deliver divine revelations3 to the singular occupant. It is constructed from marble and is laterally banded by strips of an unidentified metal alloy. This alloy is composed from six of the planetary metals: lead, tin, gold, copper, mercury, and silver, with the noticeable absence of iron. A disc of polished hollow agate, suspended in a similar manner to those on the exterior, levitates at the occupant’s eye-level. Additionally, SCP-5213-A possesses abnormally high levels of both latent Akiva and negative flux aspect radiation; the latter of which implies that the device was connected to a Way. Information gathered from within SCP-5213 implies that SCP-5213-A and much of SCP-5213 was destroyed in a deliberate act of sabotage by its creators. In particular, a necessary component was removed from SCP-5213-A rendering it inoperable. Addendum 5213.1: Recovered Evidence Chronology Date: A Moon's Fleeting Journey Before Writing4 Scribe: Named of Wombs, Union, Love, and Conflict5 My Father, Named from Kings and Stars, held court with the greatest minds of the Fae just a Moon’s Fleeting Journey Before Writing. They delivered dire news of utmost concern unto him. They have said that our understanding of time is flawed. They say that the great Epoch in which we currently live is far longer in duration than previously thought, possibly lasting as long as the Epoch of Dragons. When my father questioned these great minds, a singular man of great prowess and gifted knowledge rose to answer him; a man called Named from Knowledge and the Moon. He spoke thusly, “Beneath the earth which we tread, Named from Kings and Stars, there exists layers of rock and stone, which are filled with the bones and impressions of long-dead animals, people, and monsters. Each of these layers mark the passage of time as the rock is weathered by the waters and buffered by the winds. One such age, which we named the Epoch of Dragons, for the monsters within these rocks were great of stature and impressive in size, appears to have lasted countless millennia. In comparison, the Epoch of Chaos that we currently find ourselves living in has lasted but a blink of the eye. We have recently discovered yet another layer that rests between the Epoch of Dragons and the Epoch of Ice; this layer is naught but ash and bone and sand.” My father, devoid of knowledge as ever, called for Named from Knowledge and the Moon to explain himself with greater clarity. Named from Knowledge and the Moon answered once more, “Lord, on most occasions, we would call upon the long-dead spirits of the earth and rock to explain their lives within these Epochs. We would call forth their Names and drive them to the surface, for the earth is made of countless dead things. When we attempted to question the spirits of ash and bone and sand, there came a great silence. The land there has witnessed the Eternal Oblivion.” My father stopped at the mention of this dreaded phrase and ushered the other great minds from the hall, leaving only Named from Knowledge and the Moon, myself, and my father within the great hall. We stood silently as the air hung heavy between us all. God of the Epoch of Dragons Date: A Day Before Writing Scribe: Named of Wombs, Union, Love, and Conflict My father demanded that I make myself available, in the capacity of Scribe, at the ritual of the Calling of the Names. My father wished to witness the questioning of ancient spirits for himself to validate the concerns of that dreaded phrase. This particular Calling of the Names was being conducted at a secluded grove, not far from our enclave’s surreptitious dwelling. My father expressed great apprehension towards such a flagrant display of our magical prowess, knowing well that the Children of the Light and the Children of the Night were seeking and hunting our kind. All doubts were allayed when Named from Knowledge and the Moon gestured towards a series of engravings which he had carved upon all the oak trees of the forest. He had placed Seals of Concealment, burgeoning with such elder power as to blacken the woodland, into every single tree. The Children would never find us here for we would appear as little more than dancing light before their eyes. Named from Knowledge and the Moon bowed towards my father and began to weave a solemn song of Names all about us. These Names were ancient and terribly powerful; constructions of the twinned legacies of faith and blood. Pouring elder knowledge into this song, he plunged it into the earth like a spearhead. With a crackle of bright lightning, the earth was split ajar. From this slivered crack in the forest floor, a spirit crawled forth into the pale moonlight. The spirit’s face became a twisted mask of agony as it forced its distorted limbs from the rend between IS and IS NOT. This particular spirit possessed immense weight and size, towering over the congregation and attendants, but was carried upon six spindly and contorted legs which splayed perpendicular to the body. It had an elongated head with six swollen eyeballs, which scanned the participants of the ritual with malignant disdain and irreverent hatred. It reared its head back and squealed, the noise of which could never be reproduced by a fae’s vocal chords, and charged towards me. Cowering in fear and paralyzed by an absolute terror, I could feel its decayed and pallid breath upon my face. Its jaws snapped and twisted towards me, but it was unable to harm me, as it was slowly dragged back to the rend in the earth by six ethereal chains. Named from Knowledge and the Moon struggled against the weight of the spirit. He used the chains of whispered Names to slowly pull the spirit back into the summoning circle, which had been drawn upon the forest floor in charcoal. The spirit’s flat nostrils flared as it flailed wildly at the chains binding its emaciated limbs. “I speak to you now, God of the Epoch of Dragons, and call upon you to deliver truth and honesty. I know your Name and with that power, I bind you to our realm; a realm you once walked,” cried Named from Knowledge and the Moon. In response, the God of the Epoch of Dragons let its distended jaw dangle open, bellowing a horrifying rumbling sound as its ghastly ribs rattled. It grinned an inhumane smile, filled with needles and daggers, and responded, “Ask away, Mortal, for your presence disgusts me and I readily yearn to return to my own dominion which is sequestered in the solemn bliss of death.” “What manner of people worshiped you?” “Not people as you would call them,” it heaved and rattled. “Great reptiles of similar stature to mine own. I believe your kind would call them Dragons, for that is what you presumptuously name me. They were far more primitive than you foul, civilised bipeds, for they were enamoured by a bestial lust I well understood. The want of carnage, hunger, and the carnal delights.” “And so their desire brought about your existence?” The God of the Epoch of Dragons rattled once more, heaving against the swirling chains. “Did they? Could it not be that Gods create worshippers for theirselves? Alas, the world shall never know, for they are reduced to impressions within the stone, just as my mortal form is now.” “What is your realm like, wraith?” “Paradise for the Dragons. Eternal slaughter and abundant prey. In my realm, the world was never blotted out by ash and dust. They continue to reign over all; as it should be.” “Speaking of ash, spirit, what do you know of the Eternal Oblivion?” At this phrase, the God’s composure eroded and it painfully flinched away from Named from Knowledge and the Moon. “Speak not of it. It wails the hollow scream of desolation that all realms - even IS NOT - fear.” “Following the Epoch of Dragons, there exists a layer of bones kissed by the Eternal Oblivion. Did you know of this?” The God wailed in primal anguish and violently clawed at the clasps wrapped around its limbs. “Disgusting mortals, you could never comprehend the Eternal Oblivion. Your very presence on this plane of existence is fleeting. Death is nothing compared to that. Unchain me and allow me to return to my own plane forged in blissful death!” “One final question, Nzaadak Cthali! Are you free from the Eternal Oblivion in your realm!” With the uttering of its Name, the God’s chains were snapped apart and it was freed from its bindings. The spirit writhed in agony as it was dragged back into the rent of the earth, a whispered rattle escaping from its mouth as the last answer any living soul would hear of it. "Never." The Orrery Date: A Moon Before Writing Scribe: Named of Wombs, Union, Love, and Conflict My father and the entire Court tremble after witnessing the horrors of the Chaining of Names. Despite the continued slaughter of our people, my father has become obsessed with the Eternal Oblivion. His fears are not unfounded; if our people are to witness the Eternal Oblivion, who will remain to remember those who have fallen already? Must our memory be condemned to dust? This conflict of ours will have been for little and naught if we do not survive it. My father has consulted the Orrery. Named from Knowledge and the Moon flits about nervously, indecisiveness brewing within his mind, as he too consults the myriad being of Nergalgazur. It offers nothing for our people. It has spoken thusly, "Whilst you are Named, there is no salvation for you in this realm. The Eternal Oblivion has cursed a thousand civilisations before our own. Do you imagine that you are the first that seeks to escape its tangled web? Never the first and never the last; this is the truth of all things. Your kind shall find no safe harbour within this realm, for we must all become like those that came before us." My father and Named from Knowledge and the Moon whisper in hushed voices surrounding the Orrery's doomed omen. They say that they will bring our Court to a realm of safety; where we shall remain forever separated from our slaughtered brothers and sisters. We shall honour and remember them in that sheltered realm, untouched by the Eternal Oblivion. It is our kind's final hope. Addendum 5213.2: Technical Memoranda On September 5th, 2005, Dr. Thaddeus Xyank was consulted regarding the purpose and design of SCP-5213-A; specifically, as to whether he could restore the machine to proper working order. His memorandum has been filed below: Technical Memorandum on the Operation, Purpose, and Restoration of SCP-5213-A Dr. Thaddeus Xyank RCT-Δt It’s staggering how reductionist the original analysis of SCP-5213-A was. This artifact is not some simple “scrying device”; in fact, it has more in common with an XACTS than a crystal ball. Simply put, SCP-5213-A is a time machine. More abstractly, SCP-5213-A is an interdimensional temporal necromantic telephone. It was designed, presumably by a group of Fae nomenclativists, as a means of transcending chronology when communicating with the dead. From my brief discussions with Dr. Takemi, it would appear that the spirits of the dead experience the passage of time in a manner similar to our own. These spirits gradually fade away or dissipate into their environment, much like any form of energy, and remain quite noncommunicable when in this post-post-mortem state. The Fae wanted to resolve this issue. Their solution was staggeringly simple: just go back in time to a period before the spirit of the dead dissipated. Now, you might be wondering why they didn’t simply rewind to a period before the spirit was dead in the first place, and that’s where the second part comes in. The Fae were deliberately targeting the spirits of the dead because of their nefarious Chaining of the Names; Dr. Takemi will likely expand upon this ritual further in their memorandum. As such, they were attempting to communicate with a past iteration of this dead spirit, from before they had dissipated into their surrounding environment. The how of this procedure is exceedingly complex. It has a lot in common with the IsoCom used by my own RCT-Δt, transmitting information between two synchronised locations, whilst also anchoring the entity’s post-mortem consciousness within the device. I believe that this function is performed by the mirrored slab of agate present within the machine. Part of this information exchange is conducted by means of the Ways, the interdimensional doorways that are used to transverse the multiverse in which we live, thus suggesting a connection to other levels of space-time. Yet another thing that Dr. Takemi will likely touch upon in her memorandum. Now, as for whether I can restore the device to working conditions, that would require me to replace the component that these Fae removed prior to their "disappearance". To my surprise, that component can easily be reproduced by human technology. Memorandum on Fae Thaumaturgy, Cosmologies, and the Chaining of Names Dr. Victoria Takemi Department of History, et al. There is an awful lot to cover here and I’m prone to explaining every single minor detail, so I’m limiting myself to the time it takes to drink this coffee. Understanding the Chaining of Names requires an understanding of Fae thaumaturgy, which in turn requires an understanding of the Fae’s conceptualisation of our cosmology - you can probably see why I limited myself to that coffee now. The basis for Fae thaumaturgy, and all thaumaturgy, relies upon two things: the power of Names and the thaumaturgic power of a given realm. From these Names, an individual is capable of drawing a measure of thaumaturgic energy from their environment, which is then given shape and form by the individual. This power is always taken; never given. The Fae understood our universe as layered realms, with each layer being connected via tunnels. These tunnels, which the Fae called the Ways, allowed an individual to traverse the different levels of reality. To open a Way, an individual would have to physically tear reality apart with thaumaturgic energy. Shifting the relevance back towards SCP-5213-A or the Orrery, it serves a twofold purpose. Firstly, it is, as Thad put it earlier, an interdimensional temporal necromantic telephone. Secondly, it is a diagram of their cosmology. The central machine represents the Fae, capable of manipulating distinct realms, which are represented by the floating slabs all around the machine. This is not a metaphor - the Fae didn’t understand allusion. To the Fae, a metaphor is one and the same as the object it is comparing. Those slabs are the other realities. Currently, SCP-5213-A houses a representational realm of the Dead, or Nergalgazur, as it was called in Fae language. Through this, the Fae nomenclativists were capable of interacting with the Dead without tearing Ways into reality. However, other realms are neither static nor stationary; they experience the passage of time just as our own one does. These representational realms are just the same. Interactions between realms are imperfect at best. At times, they can overlap without the need for a Way; and realms which are “adjacent” to one another are most prone to this. Subjects cross between realms, subjects use their power to channel thaumaturgic energy from one realm to another, and subjects live within the different realms. SCP-5213-A was designed to eliminate the need for Ways as well as eliminate the limitations of time. Moving onto the Chaining of Names, this was an incredibly potent thaumaturgic ritual that the Fae frequently abused; they were the most well-attuned race during their brief time within this universe after all. Essentially, the ritual binds an entity to a given realm through the command of their Name, the source of their thaumaturgy, which takes their power from them. It leaves them entirely at the whims of their summoner. SCP-5213-A is simply a device that enables the Chaining of Names to occur across space-time, irrespective of the physical limitations of the universe, reality, and time. As much as Thad will gloat about fixing the machine to working operation, we humans will be utterly unable to use it since we lack the same thaumaturgic prowess as the Fae. We will simply be able to recover the final impressions of a time long since lost to us. Addendum 5213.3: EKPYROSIS ► ACCESS RESTRICTED TO LEVEL 5 PERSONNEL ▼ ACCESS GRANTED On October 5th, 2005, the O5 Council voted in favour of installing a heavily-modified MkIV XACTS into SCP-5213-A, thus reactivating the centuries old artifact. Following its reactivation, a thaumaturgical ritual, overseen by members of the Alchemy Division commenced. This reactivation resulted in the following interview video log. Interview with God of the Epoch of Ice Date: October 5th, 2005 Participant: Dr. Victoria Takemi [BEGIN LOG] [SCP-5213-A is activated. The modified MkIV XACTS produces a tachyon displacing field and the shimmering image of a near-humanoid entity appears. It possesses an ursine form, with a muscular physique, and four glowing chains wrapped about its wrists and ankles. This entity is henceforth designated SCP-5213-1.] SCP-5213-1: If my kin were present, they would tear you limb from limb and toss your remains into the hearth. Speak, mortal, I have had quite enough of the incessant bickering of the trickster spirit and long to return to the quiet embrace of death. Dr. Takemi: What manner of people worshipped you? SCP-5213-1: (Laughter) Primitive beings shaping tools of flint and stone. They could not herd creatures and so fell upon them in vast numbers. No strength and no virtue; they were weak and feared my kind. They built monuments to our slaughter and hid within caves! Dr. Takemi: What name did you give your kin? SCP-5213-1: I… I do not recall our names. My mind goes numb and fogs at the thought of it. Foul mortal, do you make tricks of my mind? Dr. Takemi: I have done nothing to cloud your mind. Did you recall anything when the tricksters spoke to you? SCP-5213-1: I recall wanting to tear the diminutive thing apart. It questioned me just as you have done, mortal. Would you have me repeat myself until my tongue withers away? Dr. Takemi: Does the Eternal Oblivion mean anything to you, [She glances at a clay tablet in her hands.] God of the Epoch of Ice? SCP-5213-1: (Laughter) You do seek the same knowledge as the tricksters after all! The Eternal Oblivion, yes, that's what the diminutive people called it. I knew nothing of it until the tricksters enlightened me of my untimely demise. Dr. Takemi: They knew how you died? SCP-5213-1: They were obsessed with the knowledge of my death. They told me that they found my remains within a layer of rock surrounded by sand and ashes and bones. Utterly empty and devoid of anything. They begged me again and again, crying out. "Tell us anything of your people! Your civilisation! Anything!" Dr. Takemi: How did you respond? SCP-5213-1: With silence, and only after that, did I gift them with a final piece of knowledge that arrived to me in a fleeting moment of lucidity. Dr. Takemi: What knowledge was that, God of the Epoch of Ice? SCP-5213-1: The knowledge of the Eternal Oblivion; the universal truth that all civilisations are destined to witness. Dr. Takemi: That will be all, God of the Epoch of Ice, you may return to your death. [END LOG] Following this interview, a previously undocumented clay tablet was discovered beside SCP-5213-A. Its contents were translated and transcribed as follows: The Eternal Oblivion Date: Written shortly after the Primal Howl of Creation Scribe: Nameless And lo, those three stood alone before Creation and they spoke in turn, each one burning an offering to this nascent world: The first man radiating golden light, crowned with ambition, freedom and security, strode forth and placed his rusted chains upon the flames. "With this offering, I cast away my shackles and chains. I strangle my shadows and embrace the light, so that my children might do the same." A woman with skin like polished amber, came forth and withdrew a knife of glass. She slashed across her palm, dripping her vitality upon the hearth. "With this offering, I carve my Name from the world. I become the Nameless, so that my children might inherit their own." The third figure, a man of coal-black skin, approached the roaring flames of Creation, and turned his back upon it. "With this offering, I refuse to acknowledge that which IS and claim dominion over that which IS NOT. I wander the world forever, so that my children may know home." And lo, those three stood alone before Creation and heard its silent anathema; the damnation of all civilisation. The Eternal Oblivion. Footnotes 1. Also known as an individual's Alterke; a specific name known only to the individual that belies their true nature. 2. An equilateral cross enclosed within a circle. 3. Truth or knowledge resulting from communication with a higher being, deity, or god. 4. This refers to the date that the event occurred. In this case, that would be eight days before writing. 5. One of many Fae names. The linguistic basis for all known Fae Names has been conceptually eradicated from this world, and as such, epithets are used in place of names. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5213" by Cyvstvi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5213. 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: Delphi.jpg Name: Temple of Apollo at Delphi 2015 Author: Modussiccandi License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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Any additional comments (image sources, crit credits, whatever) ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following file is undergoing considerable review, and has been uploaded to SCPInet without proper grammatical/system errors having yet been removed. Information is being continually updated. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item#: 5214 Level1 Secondary Class: Anomalous Disruption Class: None Risk Class: None link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Affected instances1 of Gustav Mahler's Kindertotenlieder have been collected by Anomaly Recovery Team Psi-17 ("Unworn Baby Shoes") and stored within standard, low-level containment lockers. Audio files are to be reviewed by Site-89's audio department, and tested with staff members knowledgeable in art music. Description: SCP-5214 refers to a group of auditory and visual anomalies affecting performance, performers and written iterations of Gustav Mahler's song cycle Kindertotenlieder.2 Mahler's original score for the song cycle only included five songs, each of which was adapted from an individual poem by Friedrich Rückert3, while an SCP-5214 affected score has an additional three poems, none of which were written by Mahler or Rückert. During performance of SCP-5214, a visual anomaly consisting primarily of a semi-translucent outline of a young, prepubescent female of undefined ethnicity. The anomaly, designated as SCP-5214-A, has been observed hovering approximately thirteen centimeters above ground, and is noted to stare at a male-identified observed. SCP-5214-A is capable of limited communication, only able to say the names, 'Alice', and 'Sofia.' As of documentation, there has only been one apperance of SCP-5214-A. (Removed by Dr. Mayweather.) SCP-5214-A has been observed engaging with a chosen male spectator, engaging in affection-showing behavior such as attempting to hug, 'blowing' kisses, and smiling. (Edit locked by Dr. Mayweather.) The additional movements associated with SCP-5214 differ dramatically from the original score. While Mahler typically wrote his music in a late-romantic style that emphasized orchestral color, progressive tonality and a strong relationship between singer and orchestra, the three songs differ, due to an extreme disconnect from singer and orchestra, as well as the usage of total atonality and serialism, both forms of music-writing that Mahler typically avoided. Conversely, the language used in the poems closely relates to Rückert's writing. No copies of the affected songs or score have been recovered. The songs, without orchestral scoring. have been collected below. Poems have been translated from fractured German. I have seen your little, darling face again. With bright, sweet joy! I see you again, looking at your dear father, of warm, welcome gazes, peaking from the curtain, as your mama holds your little hand. I have not been so happy for so many long months. Don't leave me again, my darling, let me experience vivid joy, bright sweetness again! It was just for a while, just the smallest amount of time. At the winter months, turning my back, and you were there the whole time. I wasn't lost, not were you. I breathed the blossom red, with guilt. Oh, I was wrong, my sweet darling, for only white Rose is what you bring to your dear father. What is the song like, that plays at the top of the stairs? Is it sweet, of longingly love? Tell me, my little one, is it one of forgiveness? Tell me, tell the father below how sweet the song above is. Sing by angels, puckered from golden trumpets, bugels of brass and cornflower blue. No, no, I hear them so very clear, the songs that speak from your every own heart. I hear them so still, as sweet as the day, the day I held your hand on the first time we have met- so much smaller then mine. I know the songs, so well. I know the songs, so well. There is no reason, no need to repeat them, I hear them so clear in my sweet dreams, ah! Ah! Ah, I hear so well, now. The red candle will no longer burn. Alice. Sofia. Addendum No. 1: Testing Following discovery of SCP-5214, Dr. Henyrk Mayweather instructed the Site-89 orchestra to perform supposed SCP-5214 affected material. The baritone performing was Jr. Researcher Jorge Ãnez, assistant researcher on the SCP-5214. The results are collected below. Date Conducter Notes 5/7/1980 Lenora Callingwood No abnormalities. Performance of the song-cycle included all original pieces, without any additions or removals. No abnormalities suspected nor observed during performance. 5/8/1980 Azuika Nagismao No abnormalities. Performance of the song-cycle ommited the last piece, due to time constraints, and a lack of unobserved abnormalities. 6/8/1980 Daniel Clayton No abnormalities. Performance of the song-cycle included all original pieces, without any additions or removals. No abnormalities suspected nor observed during performance. 11/8/1981 Henyrk Mayweather Mayweather performed the bartitone role, alongside conducting. During performance of the Song cycle, the three additional songs, though unnoticed by both performers and audience was believed to have been conducted by Dr Mayweather. No abnormalities, such as observance of SCP-5214-A have been noticed, though Dr. Mayweather demeanor and appearance have changed; most notably flushed red checks, and tusseled, tangled hair. Also of note, was an appearance of a small handprint on Mayweather's suit. Following the performance, Mayweather was noted to have holding a red rose, despite not being given one. Further performances and research have been ordered, without Dr. Mayweather's appearance or collaboration. Footnotes 1. Includes sheet music, audio-files of performances, video performances and academic reviews. 2. Translated directly from German, 'Songs on the Death of Children.' 3. A German poet, translater, and professor of Asian languages. After the death of two of his children from Scarlet Fever (Streptococcus pyogenes) Rückert began composing a collection of 428 poems, as a way of expressing his grief and anguish. The poems were not published until 1871, five years after his death. Mahler subsequently adapted five of the poems, and set them as lieder. (Art Song.)
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Item #: SCP-5215 Special Containment Procedures: Direct observation of SCP-5215-1 is restricted. This has been accomplished by constructing a decoy electrical generator on the surface of SCP-5215, and conducting weekly inspections of SCP-5215-1, the containment structure, and the exact location of SCP-5215 to ensure proper security. Any obvious failures of this procedure are to be reported immediately to a RAISA representative. Description: SCP-5215 refers to a precise point in Allegheny County, Pennsylvania, where all visible celestial objects in the night sky resemble a rhombic lattice1. This lattice, henceforth referred to as SCP-5215-1, has not been observed to possess anomalous properties. However, the several visual qualities of SCP-5215-1 would not be possible without anomalous conditions, and are as follows: Celestial objects visible from Earth are arranged so that each ‘point’ on SCP-5215-1 is of the same size and brightness as the other points, and positioned so that individual points are each clearly visible. Objects visible only during specific times, such as Haley’s Comet, are within SCP-5215-1 regardless of the time at which they are observed. The sky surrounding SCP-5215-1 appears to be under the effect of Rayleigh Scattering2, giving the points in the grid a red coloration. Objects within SCP-5215-1 are under optimal viewing conditions, and are completely stationary. Moons within the Solar System are continually in a full phase. An individual moving from the exact point required to make SCP-5215-1 appear for them will cause SCP-5215-1 to vanish, suggesting that SCP-5215-1 is not a physical collection of entities. Addendum: As of 2/17/21, there have been 9 observed instances of SCP-5215-1 exhibiting major, temporary structural changes. Full documentation is available below: + SCP-5215-1 Confirmed Alternate Patterns - [CLOSE FILE] Date Observed: 2/2/21 Pattern Observed: Affected stars assembled a series of Cuneiform letters, translating to the subsequent phrase: “Hi pals, how’d I do? I think I did a good job!” Additional Notes: SCP-5215-1 appears to be under the influence of, or directly inhabited by, an entity that is currently manipulating SCP-5215-1. Investigation into these properties is ongoing, but deemed low-priority due to the lack of additional effects. Date Observed: 2/9/21 Pattern Observed: Affected stars assembled the following phrase, translated out of Classical Latin: “This would be really exciting for astronomer friends! There’s so many cool things about space for all of you to see right here! I hope you love how I arranged them, you can really see all the wonderful details!” Additional Notes: A proposal for the escalation of SCP-5215’s investigation and experimentation priority has been denied. Further applications must be filed after noticeable signs of containment interference have been detected. Date Observed: 2/16/21 Pattern Observed: Constellations formed Old French text, translating to the following message: “I just would like to say that this is open for anyone to see if they’d like! The night sky is wonderful and should be open to everyone! Thank you so much for everything, humans, and smell ya later!” Additional Notes: An appeal for the escalation of SCP-5215’s investigation priority has been filed, and voted on by Area 179 management, passing temporary approval with a vote of 11-9 in favor. Low-level anomaly experimentation may progress from 2/20/21 to 3/2/21. Date Observed: 2/23/21 Pattern Observed: Visible Old English lettering forms the following phrase when translated: “Pals? I’m pretty sure you’ve seen my jolly arrangement, and it's here for you to enjoy whenever, free of charge! Have a nice day, dear friends, and be sure to enjoy the night sky!” Additional Notes: SCP-5215-1 modification instances appear to directly correlate with local light pollution and skyglow levels. This effect renders celestial objects dimmer than +1.8 Apparent Magnitudes3 completely invisible within Allegheny County. Current estimates believe that the visibility threshold may decrease to +1.55 M as early as 2125. Date Observed: 3/2/21 Patterns Observed: Over the course of one hour, celestial objects within SCP-5215-1 formed multiple messages in Modern English: “Chums? Pals? Is everything alright and okay there? Seeing my collection would be a really cool science thing that would make a lot of you very happy!” “Folks? I’m honestly kinda sad that you aren’t seeing this collection with me, I put so much work into everything for you to see this!” “I made this just for you! I hope you like it, please?” “Is anybody there?” “I’m sorry, pals, I let you down. I should have showed up sooner. I’ll check out some of the other systems, so if you need me, the good old Thorton, then just gimme a call.” Additional Notes: No additional SCP-5215-1 modification has been noticed. A proposal for SCP-5215’s object class to be reduced to “Safe” is currently under submission. Footnotes 1. A lattice in which lines drawn to the nearest points adjacent to any point on the grid will always assemble a rhombus. 2. An atmospheric effect that refracts and polarizes light, directly resulting in the color of sky within an atmosphere. 3. A measurement system used to measure the brightness of stars and other objects within the night sky. Lower numbers represent brighter objects, with negative values being equivalent to only the brightest of stars, such as Sirius (-1.46 M). ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5215" by Kensing, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5215. 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-5216 LEVEL- DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK Assigned Site Site-39 Site Director N/A Research Head Dr Ilse Tschida Assigned MTF N/A ITEM: SCP-5216 LEVEL- DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK Assigned Site Site-39 Site Director N/A Research Head Dr Ilse Tschida Assigned MTF N/A Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5216 is stored in a standard storage locker. Access is restricted to personnel with Level 3 Clearance or above. Personnel conducting tests with SCP-5216 are to transcribe any relevant information to a non-anomalous medium. Tests involving the synthesis or consumption of SCP-5216-2 instances are restricted to personnel with Level 3 Clearance or above and require application forms to be submitted to Head Researcher Dr. Tschida for approval. Description: SCP-5216 is a hardcover cookbook, titled "Even More Good Eats". The number of pages, and by extension the number of recipes it contains, varies depending on the proximity of the book to items that can conceivably be ingested by humans, regardless of whether they are safe for consumption. Every time SCP-5216 is observed for the first time, new recipes are noted to appear. At time of writing, no single recipe has been recorded more than once. Most dishes prepared according to the recipes within SCP-5216 exhibit minor anomalous properties, warranting their designation as SCP-5216-1 instances, and can be safely consumed with little to no ill side-effects. Subjects following the recipes exhibit advanced culinary skills, and occasionally anomalous abilities, during preparation – regardless of whether the subject had ever received culinary instruction. Attempts to replicate SCP-5216-1 instances using transcribed recipes have failed. Additionally, SCP-5216 and/or SCP-5216-1 instances are suspected to possess a certain degree of compulsive effects on nearby individuals to complete and consume the dishes. Test Log 5216.T03: For brevity, extraneous information pertaining to the full list of ingredients used in each test have been removed. Ingredients: 400g of fresh spinach leaves Dish Name: Vegan Creamed Spinach Preparation Summary: Dish was prepared without the use of any items other than spinach. Preparation consisted solely of whisking spinach in a bowl for 12 minutes. Notes: Dish was reported to have a "creamy texture" and "refreshing hints of coconut". Ingredients: 1 stick of unsalted butter Dish Name: I Can't Believe It's Not Butter Preparation Summary: No recipe instructions were recorded for this dish. Test was concluded after 5 minutes. Notes: SCP-5216-1 instance was later found to be composed entirely of margarine. Ingredients: 1.5L of Fanta Grape, one-eighths of an oak cutting board Dish Name: Chianti Classico riserva, Fanta™️ Edition Preparation Summary: Dr. Wu removed approximately one-eighths of the cutting board's mass via brute force and compressed it into a cork, which was used to cork the plastic soda bottle. Notes: SCP 5216-1 instance was described as "aged wine, but tastefully carbonated". Notably, Dr. Wu's skin took on a purple coloration which has not yet subsided at time of writing. Dr. Wu has not reported any further issues outside his abnormal skin tone. Ingredients: 1 baguette, approx. 200g of pepper Dish Name: PGM 338 á la Française Preparation Summary: Dish was carved out of the baguette by Dr. Wu, and was discovered to be an operational firearm after it misfired several croutons into his leg. Notes: Dish was described as spicy, and was capable of firing an apparently unlimited quantity of croutons. Dr. Wu's request for reassignment has been approved, effective once he recovers. Ingredients: 1 apple, 1 eyeball Dish Name: Johnny Appleseed Preparation Summary: N/A. See Addendum 5216.01. Notes: N/A Incident Log 5216.I01: SCP-5216 Head Researcher, Dr. Tschida, partially blinded herself during routine testing with the cookbook by using her left eye for the recipe instead of the cow eyeball she had prepared earlier. While she is presently in stable condition, she is unable to explain her actions during said test. Dr. Consuelo has been assigned as Acting Head Researcher for SCP-5216 in her absence. Additionally, the SCP-5216-1 instance produced during the test was unable to be recovered. Security footage shows the dish disappearing once line-of-sight was obscured by a panicking Dr. Tschida. Test Log 5216.T04: Ingredients: 480kB of text Dish Name: Stew? Preparation Summary: Recipe was identified during the transcription of a different recipe to a terminal by Dr. Consuelo. A bowl of stew manifested over his head seconds later. Notes: Multiple expunged messages were identified in Dr. Consuelo's phone, despite not having such functionalities, from his partner describing his craving for stew sent around the time of the incident. The dish reportedly consisted of chorizo sausage and root vegetables. Ingredients: 400g red meat, 150g animal fat, 100ml cerebrospinal fluid, 200ml blood Dish Name: Alagaddan Blood Sausage Preparation Summary: Dr. Consuelo displayed limited thaumaturgical abilities while reshaping the components into a homogenous slurry. Notes: Dish was described as an "delightfully exotic". Dr. Consuelo was unable to replicate any incantations used during preparation, nor display any notable thaumaturgical abilities. Ingredients: 2 wheat buns, 2 slices of American cheese, approx. 100g lettuce, rats (to taste) Dish Name: Rattenkönig Deluxe Preparation Summary: Recipe was initially for a meatless bacon cheeseburger. During testing, Dr. Consuelo was alerted to scratching noises in the ceiling, resulting in the alteration of the tested recipe. Shortly after, 7 live rats were forcefully pulled out of the ceiling. Through unidentified mechanisms, their tails were knotted together and spun at high speeds before embedding itself in the burger. Notes: Dr. Consuelo was initially unaware of the recipe change, and consumed the SCP-5216-1 instance under the impression that it was the aforementioned meatless bacon cheeseburger. Ingredients: 5 kg assorted chocolate Dish Name: Jemma's Easter Bunnies Preparation Summary: Chocolate was melted at a low heat before climbing out of the pot and autonomously reforming into 5 white rabbits. Notes: Rabbits were animate, behaving no differently from their mundane counterparts. One of the rabbits was partially consumed by Dr. Consuelo, who described their taste as "smooth and strangely gamey". Notably, the rabbit ceased activity upon consumption of its head, from which dark chocolate leaked out profusely. The remaining 4 instances are currently stored in the Site-39 freezer. Ingredients: Approx. 24 assorted vitamin supplements, 50ml of hand sanitizer Dish Name: 1-UP Preparation Summary: The vitamin supplements dissolved instantly in the hand sanitizer once added, turning it bright red. Mixture was then poured out onto Dr. Consuelo's hand, where it crystallized into a small heart-shaped candy. Notes: Dish was consumed by Dr. Consuelo, who reported a "sudden surge in energy", and proceeded to continue testing with SCP-5216 for the next 34 hours straight, after which he collapsed from fatigue. Incident Log 5216.I02: During the aforementioned tests, Dr. Consuelo permitted the supervising researchers to retire for the night in his capacity as Acting Head Researcher. Subsequent tests were effectively performed unsupervised, and as such no personnel were present during his collapse. Shortly after this, security footage recorded an apple, believed to be the last SCP-5216-1 instance created by Dr. Tschida, manifesting near SCP-5216, eyeing its contents before turning to look directly at the camera. No viable footage was able to be recovered following this event. The testing chamber was found vacant the following morning, with Dr. Consuelo currently absent without leave. SCP-5216 testing protocol has since been updated, with a focus on documenting recipes only as opposed to the preparation of dishes. Currently, SCP-5216 testing is conducted via an autonomous scanner drone attached to the book. Test Log 5216.T05: Ingredients: 50 grapes, 1 carp fillet (deboned) Dish Name: Grapery Carpin Ingredients: 30L [REDACTED]1, 3 bananas, 200g gelatin powder Dish Name: Jim Ingredients: 66 lemons, 1L milk, 1L honey, 1.5L crude oil Dish Name: Lemon-de-Mons Ingredients: 1kg peanuts, 700g flour, 300g dark chocolate, food coloring (red and green) Dish Name: The Nut Brother Ingredients: 1.6kg squid tentacles, 200ml blood Dish Name: ersatz mother Incident Log 5216.I03: Following the expiration of Dr. Tschida during an unrelated containment breach while recovering, her body, along with SCP-5216, was displaced from its storage to the Site-39 pantry. Security cameras managed to record footage of multiple fruits carrying Dr. Tschida through the damaged facility before malfunctioning. Attached below is an excerpt from the security footage of the Site-39 pantry. «BEGIN LOG» [Camera is slightly shaken by a distant explosion. Upon refocusing, an apple2 is visible on the pantry's kitchen island. Seconds later, several fruits and vegetables manifest on the floor around the kitchen island. Dr. Tschida's body is carried into the frame by an assortment of potatoes.] [Apple is observed to possess a single eye. All fruits and vegetables present possess rudimentary limbs composed of multiple objects, including toothpicks, pens, paperclips, and in one case, cockroach legs. The apple animatedly gestures towards the body of Dr. Tschida, eliciting thunderous applause from the other fruits present, which is recorded as wet slapping noises. No other audio is recorded. More limbed foodstuff begin to congregate in the pantry.] [4 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS GESTURING REMOVED] [A whole uncooked chicken is seen dragging a different body, identified as a Jnr. Res. Wagner, into the pantry using a purple-hued human hand protruding from its cavity. Its arrival is heavily applauded. The apple is seen brandishing a kitchen knife in front of the crowd before jumping onto Jnr. Res. Wagner's chest.] [The apple raises the knife above itself, before turning towards the security camera. It gestures slightly to the side of the camera while staring directly at it.] «VIDEO OFFLINE» Despite this, the scanner attached to SCP-5216 remained operational, and recorded multiple recipes generated by SCP-5216, as shown below. Ingredients: 1 tomato, 3 hearts, 1.3L blood Dish Name: mother Ingredients: 944 grapes, 7 lungs, 1.65L blood Dish Name: mother Ingredients: 5 brains (4 with lobes separated, 1 unseparated), 1.2L blood Dish Name: mother Ingredients: mother, mother, mother, mother, mother […]3 Dish Name: MOTHER During the recapturing of Site-39, MTF forces managed to secure an undocumented vaguely humanoid entity composed entirely of fresh produce, designated SCP-5216-A, pending further investigation. SCP-5216, the entities seen in the security footage, as well as the bodies of several deceased personnel, including Dr. Tschida's, were unable to be located. Notably, Site-39's food stores were completely empty upon recapture. Efforts to recover SCP-5216 are ongoing. Footnotes 1. Classified chemical compound under development by the Department of Biochemistry. 2. Presently believed to be an SCP-5216-1 instance labelled as "Johnny Appleseed". 3. "mother" repeats for another 216 times. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5216" by Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5216. 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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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5217 is to be kept within a standard containment unit at Site-57 and is to be accessible only to personnel with level 2 clearance or above. All instances of SCP-5217-1 through -3 are to be contained within a hermetically sealed container and are only to be opened during testing or use in Project REPLENISH. Additionally, the testing of art, photography, and sculpture in any form upon SCP-5217 is restricted unless required for Project REPLENISH. Any personnel found in possession of any of the aforementioned materials when entering SCP-5217’s containment cell without proper clearance are to be detained, reprimanded, and demoted accordingly. Description: SCP-5217 is a copying machine, resembling a standard Dell Xerox Color Copier, with an abnormally large scanning tray, with a rectangular opening in place of the paper dispenser, and a symbol of a stylized M where the company logo would typically be. The machine’s anomaly manifests when a piece of organic matter, fossil, or an image of a perceived organism is scanned. Upon doing so the machine’s menu will ask if the operator would like to “add” “alter” or “continue”. If "continue" is selected, the machine will begin to lightly shake before dispensing a tray with three, translucent, embryonic sacks composed of a currently unknown, highly fragile, bio-degradable plastic hereby referred to as SCP-5217-1, -2, and -3. When “add“ is selected, the menu will inform the operator to place another item on the scanner. Once this is done the menu will ask again if the operator would like to "add", "alter", or "continue". This menu will always reappear until “continue” is selected. Once "continue" is selected, and after all additional items are scanned, the machine will shake gently and SCP-5217-1 through -3 will be dispensed. However, SCP-5217-1 will now contain a genetically stable blend of all scanned items. SCP-5217-2 and -3's embryos will follow a similar form of splicing, but with each of the scanned organism's food sources and predators/ competitors respectively. If “alter” is selected at any time, the touchscreen will display a map of the scanned organisms' genetic code and will allow an operator to alter the scanned organism(s) genes in whatever way they see fit. However, changes to the code that might cause the immediate death of the organism upon birth are locked. SCP-5217-1 through -3 is the aforementioned sacks each containing embryos pertaining to the item scanned, with a perfect one to one ratio of males to females (when applicable) and symbols resembling that of the stylized M found on the machine etched into their internal structures1, but with the following differences: 5217-1 contains the embryos of the average number of offspring said scanned organism would produce. 5217-2 contains the embryos of species of plants, animals, or materials the scanned organism would subsist upon, as well as their respective food sources. 5217-3 contains the species that would prey upon or otherwise compete with SCP-5217-1. It should be noted that if any instance of SCP-5217-1 through -3 be broken, the embryos inside will rapidly mature until they reach adulthood. All site personnel are thus encouraged to exercise caution while handling 5217-1 through -3 instances. Discovery: SCP-5217 was discovered at the University of Tasmania, on April 6th, 2019, when numerous reports of sightings of the long-extinct Thylacinus cynocephalus (Tasmanian Tiger), began to circulate. An investigation was launched and it was discovered that Dr. Hugh Sanderson, head paleontologist at the university, was behind the Thylacinid's reappearance via the use of SCP-5217. Upon the capture and subsequent interrogation of Dr. Sanderson, it was revealed that the doctor had acquired the item while shopping for a replacement copying machine online from an anonymous seller on Craigslist and discovered the machine's anomalous prosperities when he tried to copy an image of a Labrador Retriever puppy for his office. Dr. Sanderson was later administered Class-A amnestics and released back into the general populace, while an investigation into the identity of the seller was launched (see Addendum-2). Addendum-1: Test logs: Test 1 Input A live rat (Rattus norvegicus domestica) strapped down to the scanning tray. 5217-1 Sixteen rat embryos. 5217-2 Sixty-four seeds of twenty-five varying species of nut and fruit-bearing plants. 5217-3 Forty-six embryos from various species of predatory birds, mammals, and reptiles; several of which have been categorized as extinct since the 18th century. Test 2 Input A recently euthanized rat, with scanned genes altered to increase the size to two meters tall. 5217-1 Four abnormally large rat embryos, roughly 2m in height and 850kg when fully grown, with notably reduced incisors and an increased number of molars typically found in grazing species. 5217-2 Thirty-four seeds of fifteen various species of nut and fruit-bearing plants, as well as fifty-five seeds of nine different grass species. 5217-3 Thirty embryos of ten distinct predatory species such as wolves (Canis lupis), lions (Panthera leo), and several unknown species of large birds and reptiles. Test 3 Input A fur sample taken from the previously used rat, a photograph of a golden retriever (Canis familiaris), and a branch of a common alder birch tree (Alnus glutinosa) found outside Site-57. 5217-1 Six embryos of an organism with the tail, torso, and fur patterns resembling that of a rat, with numerous plant-like growths along the organism's back and the limbs and head of a golden retriever. 5217-2 One hundred and thirty-eight embryos of seventy-five different hybridized combinations of bird, rodent, deer, and plant life. 5217-3 Fifty-five embryos of ten different hybridized combinations of coyote (Canis latrans), wolf, red-tailed hawk (Buteo jamaicensis), raccoon (Procyon lotor), and human. Test 4 Input A feather of a Hyacinth macaw (Anodorhynchus hyacinthinus). 5217-1 Two Hyacinth macaw embryos. 5217-2 Thirty-two seeds from twelve nut- and fruit-bearing trees mostly native to South America. 5217-3 Two toco toucan (Ramphastos toco) embryos. Test 5 Input A blurry photograph of a snow leopard (Panthera uncia). 5217-1 Four snow leopard embryos. 5217-2 Ninety-two embryos from seven different species of Himalayan goat and sheep, as well as one hundred and twenty seeds from thirty Himalayan grass and shrub species. 5217-3 Two Himalayan SCP-1000 embryos. Test 6 Input A rib bone of the extinct Steller's sea cow (Hydrodamalis gigas). 5217-1 Two Steller's sea cow embryos. 5217-2 Eighty-five spores from five different kelp species and three hundred spores from ten brown algae species. 5217-3 Two killer whale (Orcinus orca) embryos and two tiger shark (Galeocerdo cuvier) embryos. Test 7 Input A fossilized footprint of a Tyrannosaurus rex. 5217-1 Four Tyrannosaurus rex embryos. 5217-2 Twelve Edmontosaurus embryos, sixteen Triceratop embryos, and fifty-five embryos from eighteen unidentified therapod, mammal, and reptile species; as well as sixty-five seeds from nineteen different, unidentified, pre-historic plant species. 5217-3 Two carcharodontosaur (Siats meekerorum) embryos. Test 8 Input A degraded bone shard from SCP-2256 (Cryptomorpha gigantes). 5217-1 Two SCP-2256 embryos 5217-2 Fifty fish embryos from thirteen different species, twenty-two bird embryos from five different species, and thirty-five spores from ten different species of kelp. 5217-3 Two embryos resembling SCP-1128.2 Test 9 Input A scientifically inaccurate portrait of an artist's rendition of a pterosaur. 5217-1 Six embryos resembling said pterosaur. 5217-2 Twenty-four embryos that appear similar to multiple historically false depictions of pre-historic species, including stegosaurus, ankylosaurus, and the wooly mammoth (Mammuthus primigenius); as well as forty-eight seeds belonging to twenty-nine unknown plant species. 5217-3 Twelve embryos that match incorrect depictions of Tyrannosaurus rex, saber-toothed tigers (Smilodon populator), and a predatory Therizinosaurus (Therizinosaurus cheloniformis). Test 10 Input A 12th-century woodcarving of a griffon from Wales. 5217-1 Six embryos resembling the griffon depicted in the carving. 5217-2 Twenty-two embryos belonging to four species of sheep and cattle typically bred on the British Isles, fifty-eight seeds belonging to thirteen species of plants native to England, and thirty-six embryos matching the 12th-century descriptions of nineteen different mythological creatures present in English folklore. These creatures include Unicorns, Boggarts, Brownies, Morgens,3 and various other fey. 5217-3 Four embryos which appear similar to early depictions of dragons found in England.4 Test 11 Input Cover art from the novel "Princess of Mars" by Edgar Rice Burroughs. 5217-1 Four embryos of a red-skinned humanoid species matching that of "Red Martians" from the novel. 5217-2 Ninety-four embryos of twenty-two species of flora and fauna native to Mars and its moons, as well as sixteen nonexistent species of Martian life that appear similar to those described within Burroughs's "John Carter of Mars" series. 5217-3 Sixty-eight embryos of ten predatory species of life native to Mars and sixteen predatory species that appear in the novels. In addition to this, three species of sapient organisms native to Mars and twelve species of sapient organisms described in Burroughs's works also appear.5 Test 12 Input A crayon drawing of Dr. Ferguson's family holding hands on a hill by the doctor's youngest daughter. 5217-1 Two embryos of a multicolored, segmented organism with eight pairs of legs, four bulbous sacks with eyes along its dorsal ridge, and no identifiable head. 5217-2 Fifty seeds of fifteen different species of grass, trees, and shrubbery that resemble the flora present in the drawing, as well as six worm-like embryos, capable of flight.6 5217-3 A single embryo of a large, flaming, spherical organism, identifiable as the "sun" in the image. Test 13 Input A copy of the abstract painting "No.5, 1948" by Jackson Pollock. 5217-1 UNKNOWN 5217-2 UNKNOWN 5217-3 UNKNOWN7 + [LEVEL 2 CLEARANCE DETECTED: (1) NEW MESSAGE AVAILABLE] - [ACCESS GRANTED] Message from the Site-Director: Date: 2021/03/04 To: Site-57 Staff From: The Desk of Site-Director Thomas Marie Subject: SCP-5217 Attention all Site-57 Personnel, As I'm sure most of you know, a few months ago we experienced a containment breach involving SCP-5217 that cost us the life of one of our head researchers and hundreds of thousands of dollars in damages to on-site property. Such a containment breach has been, for the most part, unheard of in Site-57 and has become somewhat of a stain upon our sites' generally safe working environment. Many of you have emailed me directly, expressing your concerns regarding our site's continued containment of the item, the status of the search for the escaped -1 through -3 entities and why more resources have been directed not only towards Site-57, but SCP-5217 specifically as well. It is in regards to these questions that I am writing to all of you today. To answer the first question, as to why Site-57 has decided to continue its containment of SCP-5217, instead of transferring it to another more secure one, the answer is quite simple. In light of current circumstances involving another SCP, it has been decided that the benefits of SCP-5217's ability to preserve and revive the deteriorating ecosystems of Earth simply cannot be ignored, regardless of the risks. It is with this in mind that a new program has been initiated by O5 Command, Project REPLENISH. Project REPLENISH is the Foundation's answer to the growing ecological instability of Earth. For generations the Foundation has protected humanity from countless dangers that threatened its survival. Now, with the help of SCP-5217, we have a chance of protecting not only humanity, but life on Earth as well. This is why our site has continued to contain SCP-5217, as well as why our site has been provided more resources from the greater Foundation over the past couple months, because our site has been selected to serve as the headquarters for Project REPLENISH. This does not mean the recent incidents involving SCP-5217 during testing have gone unnoticed, however, and after much deliberation it has been determined that tests involving abstract art are to be hereby restricted entirely. Furthermore, all testing involving any other forms of art, sculpture, or photography are to be similarly forbidden until SCP-5217's functions can be better understood or are authorized to be used for Project REPLENISH. Due to this, SCP-5217’s current security level has been raised to level 2. Any personnel found violating these new regulations without proper authorization provided by Project REPLENISH are to be immediately detained, reprimanded, and demoted. I expect Site-57's full cooperation in carrying out this exciting new program, as well as implementing these new safety measures and thank each of you for your continued service to the Foundation. Sincerely, Site-Director Thomas Marie8 Addendum-2: On July 12th, 2022, agents investigating Dr. Sanderson's personal computer reported having found no evidence of the doctor's claims of being sold SCP-5217 over Craigslist. Furthermore, it was discovered that the doctor had not even used the website for over five years. A local MTF was dispatched to apprehend the doctor but upon the team's arrival at his home in Tasmania, Australia, the doctor was found to have died via cardiac arrest. Dr. Sanderson's corpse was recovered from his living room surrounded by tools and printer parts. A note was also discovered, inscribed with several lethal cognitohazards, which was clutched within the doctor's hand, the contents of which are transcribed below: Most valued Production Unit H-SAN-43, We here at the community would like to thank you for your contribution to the production of Ecological-Printers. As you know, these machines have proven to be invaluable to furthering our cause and your dedication to their development has not gone unnoticed. However, it has also come to our attention that you have recently come under the watch of another organization, one whose attention could prove detrimental to our efforts. Not only that, but we have also learned that one of your printers has since been confiscated by the said organization as well. This is unacceptable, we know you understand the dangers the printers posses when being handled without the proper materials more than twenty times. An organization with such little training in the use of these printers, like the one that captured you, could lead to any number of catastrophic ecological disasters the community simply cannot handle if we are to achieve our goal. It is with these incredible failures in mind that we, the community, have unfortunately decided to let you go9. We once again thank you for your many years of service and pray that your transition is not a painful one. -Maternity An autopsy was later performed upon Dr. Sanderson's remains where it was discovered that multiple symbols were etched into the doctor's internal organs, all in the shape of a stylized M. Footnotes 1. Offspring of organisms produced by SCP-5217-1 through -3 however, do not exhibit this trait and are otherwise non-anomalous. 2. Embryos were immediately disposed of and all observing staff were administered amnestics. 3. Sadistic water nymphs that dwelled in the rivers and lakes of England. 4. Due to the extremely high levels of thaumaturgical activity detected within the aforementioned embryos, these SCP-5217-1 through -3 instances have since been handed over to Site-57's Thaumaturgical Zoology department for further study and containment. 5. All entities produced during this test were unable to survive in an Earth-like environment when released from SCP-5217-1 through 3 and had to be moved to a specialized containment cell with conditions matching that of Mars. 6. It has been deduced that these organisms are the "birds" in the child's drawing. 7. All organisms produced immediately breached containment, killing Dr. Ferguson and injuring several others in the process. Efforts to locate the escaped entities are ongoing. 8. As of 5-28-2022 approximately 1.8 million species, mainly composed of species from the lost ████████ kingdom have been revived and placed within subterranean eco-chambers provided to Site-57 for Project REPLENISH, resulting in a total of 2,348 additional uses of SCP-5217. Authorization to commence releasing said species back into the wild is still pending O5 approval. 9. It was at this point in the document that multiple lethal cognitohazards were detected. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5217" by Doctor Rodes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5217. 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-5219
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Item #: SCP-5219 Special Containment Procedures: A minimum of two guards are to be stationed outside Site Director Robinson's office at all times. Access to Site Director Robinson's office is prohibited except for testing purposes. Description: SCP-5219 is an anomalous corpse located in the office of Site Director Robinson at Site-37. Based on examinations of SCP-5219, it has been determined that it was a middle-aged white male of average height and weight. The cause of death was a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the back of the head. SCP-5219 has mild anti-memetic properties. While some properties of SCP-5219 can be observed, subjects are unable to determine its identity or how it came to be in the office of Site Director Robinson. In addition, subjects instructed to remove SCP-5219 from Site Director Robinson's office spontaneously forget their instructions upon viewing it, which makes retrieval impossible. Addendum: Discovery SCP-5219 was first discovered on 21/03/2021. Two days prior, Site Director Robinson suddenly ceased responding to all messages, and failed to appear at multiple meetings. Dr. Boyd entered Site Director Robinson's office to search for him, and found SCP-5219 inside. Containment was established shortly thereafter. Site Director Robinson's whereabouts have not yet been determined. Access SCiPNET Email? Two (2) new messages! hide To: All personnel in Site-37 From: Site Director Boyd Subject: Management change. Good evening, I am sending this message to report that, despite the best efforts of the search team, Site Director Robinson still has not been found, with some suspecting that he may have been kidnapped or murdered. I do not believe this to be the case, but we must accept it as a possibility. The search team will continue to look for him, but Site-37 cannot function without a Site Director, so I have assumed the position in Robinson's place as the second highest-ranking official in this Site. I do not want this to be a permanent arrangement, but I will do what is necessary should Robinson not be found. Should this become permanent, I hope that you will all give me the same respect that you gave Robinson. -Dr. Boyd, Site-37 Director. To: Foundation research personnel assigned to SCP-5219 From: Site Director Boyd Subject: Change in procedure. Effective immediately, all tests involving SCP-5219 are to cease. This includes both attempts to remove it from Site Director Robinson's office and attempts to determine its identity. You will receive messages regarding project transfers shortly. Thank you for your cooperation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5219" by A Mountain, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5219. 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-5220
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Item #: SCP-5220 Special Containment Procedures: Disinformation campaigns have successfully perpetuated public belief that SCP-5220 is a work of art and require little to no maintenance at this time. Public visits to the anomaly are permitted when it is visible. MTF Upsilon-7 ("Muddy Waters") is responsible for clean-up and containment of 5220-A events and retrieval of victims via helicopter. Upsilon-7 is authorized to administer Class-A or -B amnestics to witnesses. Information suppression of events with more than 100 witnesses is to be coordinated with the site director of Site-215. SCP-5220-1 is to be held in a humanoid containment cell at Site-215. No fewer than three times per week, SCP-5220-1 is to be escorted to SCP-5220 to facilitate the completion of anomalous rituals. Due to its extended cooperation with special containment procedures and lengthy containment, SCP-5220-1 has been granted privileges beyond those normally given to humanoid anomalies. These privileges are under the purview of the site director. In the event that more than three 5220-A events occur within 12 months, or more than two events occur closer than 100 km from one another within 6 months, Foundation coroners are to falsify the cause of death by tampering with the cadavers so as to avoid the appearance of patterns in public mortality records. SCP-5220 as seen from shore. Description: SCP-5220 is an anomalous landmass on the northern shore of the Great Salt Lake in Utah, United States. It forms a spiral shaped-path and is comprised largely of basalt rock and salt crystals. The path measures 460 m from base to tip and is 4.6 m wide. Due to the fluctuating surface levels of the Great Salt Lake, SCP-5220 is submerged during periods of greater precipitation. It is only visible above water when the Great Salt Lake's surface level is less than 1,279 m above sea level. SCP-5220 is the cause and point of origin of what are designated 5220-A events. These events are characterized by a human dying by drowning, although they are not in or near water. 5220-A events correspond with a substantial spike in Hume levels at SCP-5220. Following the death of the 5220-A victim, the body will begin to float in the air, sometimes beginning immediately, but more commonly beginning days after death. The body will rise into the air and remain at a particular height, typically about 180–200 m above the ground, but occasionally as high as 300 m. 5220-A events frequently have civilian witnesses, which poses a substantial challenge to containment and public concealment. Kant counters at the location of SCP-5220 generally produce readings between 30 and 50 Humes, but measure as high as 400 Humes during 5220-A events. It is believed to possess extensive reality-bending functionality that causes temporal merging between the present day and prehistoric timeframes; the precise extent of these capabilities is unknown, but has thus far targeted humans. SCP-5220-1 claims that the object has much more extensive capabilities that have not yet been observed. SCP-5220-1 is a female humanoid, born on 22 April 1954 in Santa Barbara, California. SCP-5220-1 appears to "operate" the reality-bending effects of SCP-5220, but is apparently inept in controlling the anomaly. SCP-5220-1 shows elevated internal Hume levels when in proximity to SCP-5220 (<100 m), peaking at 35 Humes at the tip of the SCP-5220 spiral. It consistently expresses distress regarding air and water pollution, deforestation, endangered and threatened species, and especially in recent years, anthropogenic climate change. Currently, the only known means of reducing the frequency of 5220-A events is the observance of rituals performed by SCP-5220-1. These rituals largely involve a meditative practice at SCP-5220; SCP-5220-1 claims that the Earth is a living entity and that the rituals permit it to communicate with the planet. SCP-5220-1 identifies knowledge obtained in this manner as the basis of its influence on SCP-5220. Discovery: SCP-5220 appeared or was constructed by undetermined means in Spring 19701. As it is located on land owned by the state of Utah, Foundation assets within state government became aware that the anomaly had appeared on state land with no known records of its construction. It was flagged for investigation, which was undertaken by Site-215. By the time the Foundation initiated containment, numerous tourists had visited SCP-5220; photos and articles had been published in local and national newspapers. Because of the impracticality of concealing it from the public, the Foundation falsified government documents regarding its origin. Fabricated news reports were disseminated describing it as an art piece. SCP-5220 has since been known to the public as the "Spiral Jetty." SCP-5220-1 was found at SCP-5220 on 4 June 1970. Foundation personnel interrupted a ritual that was likely responsible for ongoing fluctuations in Hume levels at the location. Addendum 5220.1: Timeline + Show Addendum - Hide Addendum Date Number of Documented 5220-A Events Notes April 1970 3 First event identified in remote location near Delta, UT; at this time, a connection to SCP-5220 was not established. Event documented as Anomalous Event UT-47. Second and third events occur in Orem and Murray, respectively. Incidents are then classed as Anomalous Event Group UT-47ß. May 1970 38 Foundation statisticians find no correlations among victims, who vary in age, sex, race. All but one have occurred in northern and western Utah, with the exception of AEG UT-47ß-31, which occurs in West Wendover, Nevada, less than a mile from the Utah-Nevada border. Continuous Hume level monitoring begins at SCP-5220. June 1970 57 Statisticians identify strong correlation between spikes in Hume levels at SCP-5220 and occurrence of AEG UT-47ß. UT-47ß is reclassified as 5220-A events. 5220-A-42, the Capitol Incident, occurs (see Addendum 5220.2). MTF Upsilon-7 established for concealment of 5220-A events. July 1970 41 SCP-5220-1 agrees to attempt to prevent 5220-A events through abilities related to SCP-5220. August 1970 26 N/A September 1970 18 N/A October 1970 3 N/A November 1970 1 N/A December 1970 0 N/A In the timespan from 1971 to 2017, no more than five 5220-A events occur during each calendar year. Addendum 5220.2: Capitol Incident + Show Addendum - Hide Addendum On 2 June 1970, 5220-A-43 occurred, killing a member of the Utah State Senate during an event in the State Capitol Building. Over 400 witnesses were present, including 14 local journalists. The victim began floating but was held down by others present. Attendees were asked to leave immediately following the death. The body had been removed from the building before containment specialists could intervene. The O5 Council was informed of a potential Lifted Veil Scenario, whereupon MTF Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") was deployed to identify all 447 witnesses and administer amnestics. Journalists and prominent public figures were treated as highest priority. One newspaper had printed an article describing 5220-A-43; all copies were seized by Gamma-5 and staff of the publication and printing press were amnesticized. In light of substantial risks to information security, the O5 Council authorized the creation of MTF Upsilon-7 ("Muddy Waters") for the express purpose of containing 5220-A events. Addendum 5220.3: Interviews with SCP-5220-1 + Show Addendum - Hide Addendum Interviewer: Jeremy Young, Junior Researcher Interviewee: SCP-5220-1 Location: Site-215, Humanoid Containment Wing Date: 5 June 1970 Foreword: Dr. Bruce Rajaratnam, as head researcher, supervised this interview. Young: Good morning, SCP-5220-1. I need to ask you— SCP-5220-1: I have a name. Young: I'm sorry? SCP-5220-1: My name is Samantha. Young: I have questions that I need answered. It is important that you answer completely and truthfully. SCP-5220-1: I'm not answering any questions. I want a lawyer, and I want a phone. Young: You are not under the jurisdiction of U.S. law enforcement, and we're not going to grant either of those requests. SCP-5220-1: What do mean, I'm not … This is fucked. If you can't respect my rights, I'm not going to answer your bullshit questions. Young: I assure you it is nothing personal, SCP— SCP-5220-1: Yeah, 'cause you don't want to treat me like a person. The hell is wrong with you? Young: We have knowledge that you are connected to … strange occurrences. SCP-5220-1: Oh, you're with those people. The paranormal scientists, or whatever. Yeah, they told me that you might lock me up if I ran into you, tell me I'm an "anomaly" or whatever. Young: Listen, it sounds like someone gave you prior knowledge of the Foundation, which makes me concerned for your safety. It sounds as if you have been influenced by a group that opposes the Foundation. Our only goal is keep people safe, especially from groups who want to disrupt the normal function of society. SCP-5220-1: You … I'm trying to protect humanity! And a lot more than that, not that I would expect you labcoat types to understand. Young: There is more at stake here than your feelings! There are severe consequences if you don't cooperate, and not just for you. Please explain what you mean to do. SCP-5220-1: Explain this. [Makes a rude gesture at Researcher Young with both hands.] Young: All right then, fine! We're done here. Interview concluded. Junior Researcher Young was reprimanded for his inappropriate conduct during the interview and was instructed to remain calm in future interviews. The possible breach of confidential information was also discussed. —Dr. Rajaratnam Interviewer: Dr. Bruce Rajaratnam, Senior Researcher Interviewee: SCP-5220-1 Location: Site-215, Humanoid Containment Wing Date: 6 June 1970 Rajaratnam: Good afternoon, Samantha. May I offer you a drink? SCP-5220-1: I thought I was a number to you assholes. Rajaratnam: I understand that you have been upset by your situation in containment. It is my responsiblity to ensure that your needs are met, under the circumstances. SCP-5220-1: Oh, so you're the good cop, and the jerk from yesterday is the bad cop? Rajaratnam: I appreciate your concerns about Mr. Young's, ah, blunt approach. He is merely concerned about the effects of the object that appeared in the Great Salt Lake where we found you. SCP-5220-1: It's a rock art thing. You could have read that in the Salt Lake Tribune, if you Einsteins were smart enough to read. Rajaratnam: Ha, well, speaking of smart, I believe you know better? SCP-5220-1: Do you like it when people accuse you of lying all the damn time? Rajaratnam: I understand that this is uncomfortable, but it is necessary to protect the public from anomalies— SCP-5220-1: Hey, fuck you, man! You all treat me like some freak of nature just because you found me out on the Spiral Jetty! Rajaratnam: Please forgive me, I did not mean to injure you. The fact of the matter is, although we have concealed the nature of this object from the public, we have strong evidence that it is responsible for numerous deaths. We are gravely worried for the people who have died and for those who may be in harm's way. Any information you can give us— SCP-5220-1: [Distressed and agitated] I didn't kill anyone! Rajaratnam: I did not say that. Please, Samantha, our only interest is protecting innocent lives. SCP-5220-1: I don't know anything! Rajaratnam: Please take this as a compliment: You are a poor liar. Nothing about you suggests that you want to hurt anyone. I'm not making an accusation. Can you tell who informed you of the Foundation? SCP-5220-1: I'm not talking. Eat shit. Several interview transcripts have been omitted as they contain no actionable information due to SCP-5220-1's intractable behavior. Complete documentation may be requested with Level 2 or higher clearance from the SCP-5220 research lead. I recognize that including these notes in an SCP document is unorthodox, but the information here serves as a valuable reminder to all of us. The Foundation does not operate with unchecked coercion or cruelty toward humanoid anomalies, and for good reason. —Dr. Rajaratnam Dr. Rajaratnam, Things are getting worse with 5220, and I'm not getting any leads. I don't have clearance to see any thing budget-related, but I'm sure we're spending fortunes on amnestics at this point, and heaven forbid anything worse than the mess at the Capitol happens. We need to get more out of dash one, I'd like to request a polygraph test. Jeremy Researcher Young, Request denied, I'm afraid. I find myself skeptical of the reliability of polygraphs, and many of our colleagues would strongly disapprove. They're less than useless with reality benders, if recent research is accurate. Dr. Rajaratnam Dr. Rajaratnam, We've had nine 5220-A deaths in the past week. I can't stand seeing these bodies tied to gurneys while the coroners make them look like murder victims or overdoses. If 5220-1 is as sincere as you say, then I request to share the recording of your interview with the A-56 witness, the mother of the 3-year-old victim. If she has a conscience, then maybe she'll open up after hearing that woman cry over her dead boy. I watched the coroner plant evidence of strangulation on the kid's body, for God's sake! Sir, I'm out of options here, and the world is falling apart. My family lives in the area of effect, and a lot of other innocent folks, too. Jeremy Researcher Young, I recognize that your first Keter-class assignment is daunting, but I don't need to explain to you that this isn't how we operate. I regret to say that I may have neglected to prepare you for the stress of approaching such a dangerous, as-yet uncontained SCP. It is, admittedly, a different world than your training in Safe object containment. Consider this an order to visit the site psychologist for the sake of your emotional well-being. For my part, please understand that I have looked more than one K-class scenario in the face and lived to tell the tale. Our work is exceptionally difficult, but we have always prevailed through strict adherence to longstanding best practices. Dr. Rajaratnam Private Internal Message From: McKayla Geduld, Site Director To: Jeremy Young, Junior Researcher Researcher Young, This message serves to notify you of official penalties regarding misconduct committed in the course of interaction with humanoid anomaly SCP-5220-1. Your service record will document the following violations: divulging classified (Level 2/5220) information to an unauthorized individual, violating direct orders from a superior, and engaging in inappropriate interview methods, including emotional manipulation and causing mental duress. I know the fear that comes with facing the anomalous, the unnatural, the absurd and arbitrary. Remember, you are with competent people. In your inexperienced position, it is critical that you follow protocol at all times. I am compelled to remove your Level 2/5220 clearance and will reassign you at the earliest opportunity. This incident has also been submitted to the Ethics Committee, and they will inflict further penalties. Cordially, McKayla Geduld, Site Director Addendum 5220.4: Statement from SCP-5220-1 + Show Addendum - Hide Addendum Following the incident in the morgue, SCP-5220-1 requested writing material be supplied. Dr. Rajaratnam received the following document on 29 June 1970. Ever since I was a kid, I loved animals. All of them, even spiders and centipedes. I still do. I love plants, too. From the time I was 6 years old, I wouldn't go to the zoo because I hated to see animals in little jails. Last year, the oil spill in Santa Barbara was a disaster. I mean, for me personally. I remember seeing the pictures of dead sea birds in the newspaper. Maybe it was silly for a 14-year-old girl to do, but I cried for those birds. Thousands of birds, ruined by human greed. I went to the beach, thinking I could save the birds, somehow. There, I met a guy named Robert. I could tell he was sad about the oil spill, too. He told me that he was a student at University of California Santa Barbara. He told me that he belonged to a group that could undo the damage that humans had done to the world, for the sake of the birds and all the other living things. He asked me to come to a meeting on campus. I told him that I was only in 8th grade, but he said that didn't matter. I went and it turned out that Robert was the leader of this group. The way he talked, it was amazing. He had such high-minded ideas and he seemed so smart. He told us that healing Mother Earth was about relativity. Einstein said that time and gravity are closely connected, and that the Earth's gravity bent the universe itself, and if we understood how the Earth worked, we could bend the universe too. I had to sneak out to attend the meetings, because my dad thought they were "draft-dodging hippies." He went on about how if they wanted to do good in the world, they should join the army and go to Vietnam. My dad and I fought about it more and more. Eventually, I ran away. I know that Robert's talk about bending reality to our will sounds like some new-agey horseshit, but it was real. One time, we met at a little pond. It was full of garbage and runoff from some rich people neighborhood. Robert put his hand in the water, and in an instant, the water was crystal clear. It was a blink and you miss it kind of thing. When the end of the year came around, we had all done things like Robert cleaning up the pond, but smaller. Robert said we were ready to begin the real work. He told me that Mother Earth was preparing a locus for me. He told me that it was a place away from the ocean, but the seagulls were there, too. He told me I would know it when I found it. So I just hitchhiked out of California and kind of wandered. Something seemed to be pulling me. I came to Utah. Seagulls here, of all places. Then I found the spiral, and I felt the Earth, ancient and brimming with life, but wounded. I knew what I was supposed to do. Bring back the great waters of this place. Then everyone would know. Liasions and/or undercover agents within the Global Occult Coalition, Manna Charitable Foundation, and Wanderer's Library have been contacted. No individuals matching the description of the alleged reality-benders have been identified. 30 June 1970 Interview Interviewer: Bruce Rajaratnam, Senior Researcher Interviewee: SCP-5220-1 Location: Site-215, Humanoid Containment Wing Date: 30 June 1970 Rajaratnam: Restore the world to conditions of a past timeframe. You are … ambitious, Samantha. SCP-5220-1: I … I knew it would take a long time, the healing, I mean. Bring back a world before human industry and selfishness … I felt the memory of an enormous lake in this place. Rajaratnam: You mean Lake Bonneville? An ancient pluvial lake, comparable to today's Great Lakes. SCP-5220-1: So you believe me? Rajaratnam: Well, modern geography and climate could not sustain that lake. Lake Bonneville was real, some … 20,000 years ago? But it existed because of an ice age. SCP-5220-1: I wasn't sure how, but dammit, I knew it was possible, I don't know how, but if I understand the Earth's place in the universe, I could make it happen. Rajaratnam: But … SCP-5220-1: But people started dying. I didn't know until you told me, and I didn't believe you until that … asshole showed me the bodies. They were here, but they drowned in Lake Bonneville. Rajaratnam: Why do you suppose only humans have fallen into the lake, so to speak? Why not other animals? Why don't we see fish swimming in the sky? SCP-5220-1: I don't know. Maybe … the Earth is sick. Maybe it's trying to fight the infection. Humans are making it sick. Rajaratnam: Well, I don't know if I can think of the planet as a living entity as you do. But I am tasked with containing this anomaly, and saving lives. What to do? SCP-5220-1: I wonder if I can fix this. Data on 5220-A events corroborate the claim that victims are partially conveyed to a prehistoric timeframe and drown in Lake Bonneville. Victims who died outdoors will float to an elevation of 1,590 m above sea level, the surface level of Lake Bonneville. Additionally, all 5220-A have been confirmed to occur in the area estimated by geologists and paleontologists that the lake covered. Addendum 5220.5: 2017 Update + Show Addendum - Hide Addendum Due to an extended period of cooperation with special containment procedures for SCP-5220, Site-215 approved various privileges for SCP-5220-1. These include access to educational material in the life sciences, geology, and climatology; access to television, internet and other media, albeit heavily restricted, and provisional Level 1 clearance. SCP-5220-1 was permitted to consult in limited capacities on various biological and ecological anomalies. Over the years, containment specialists have noted that SCP-5220-1 has expressed increasing concern regarding reports on anthropogenic climate change. It expressed an intense desire to resume its described original work of "healing the world." Following the retirement of Senior Researcher Bruce Rajaratnam, SCP-5220-1 has become less amicable toward Foundation staff. SCP-5220-1 has repeatedly asked what the Foundation intends to do regarding climate change and was told that her questions would not be answered. On 29 August 2017, SCP-5220-1 attempted to refuse escort to SCP-5220 and complete suppression of the anomaly. This pattern of behavior continued, and all privileges were revoked. Throughout the next three months, a dramatic increase in 5220-A events was observed. It appears that SCP-5220-1 is using SCP-5220 as a bargaining chip, demanding that the Foundation use its vast resources to mitigate climate change, stating "What's the use of dying in the dark if the sons of bitches in the light die too?" Medical examination has shown a possibility of dementia owing to SCP-5220's advanced age, which may explain its untractable behavior. Alternatives for containment without reliance on SCP-5220-1 are being investigated, but no possibilities have demonstrated viability. Addendum 5220.6: Level 4/5220 clearance required + Enter Authorization Code - Hide Addendum The following is a partial transcript of an O5 Council meeting which took place on ██/██/20██ regarding SCP-5220. O5-2: While the matter of global warming is a grave concern to all of us, it is not anomalous. Site-215's request to broker a deal with SCP-5220-1 is untenable in my view. O5-9: Yet the documentation points to the possibility of others similar to this particular entity. Addressing these conditions may be a practical means of indirect containment of these persons of interest. O5-7: Presumed persons of interest, you mean. The Foundation has expended considerable resources to track down this "Robert" that supposedly tutored SCP-5220-1. No trace of the entity has been found. O5-9: The urgency of thought regarding climate change is dramatic above the veil. It is all but certain that members of the anomalous community are intervening. We have already contained such attempts from the MCF. O5-7: An isolated incident hardly counts as evidence. O5-4: At risk of sounding gauche, Seven, asking for evidence always did sound quaint among us. In the past █ years alone, we have discovered no less than █ anomalies of ancient origin capable of instigating K-Class scenarios. Not even we are omniscient. O5-12: And how do we propose to fix the problem? Altering decades of human activity is a ludicrous idea. It would require a drastic change to life above the veil, and the Foundation has no business in turning social consensus reality on its head. Even with our substantial influence in various governments, we could not move them to overturn the basis of modern economies. O5-9: The Global Occult Coalition, has greater pull with world leaders, perhaps with their cooperation— O5-12: And now it is you who sounds gauche, Nine. How will you persuade the Coalition to kowtow to a low-level threat entity already in Foundation containment? [REDACTED] Footnotes 1. Precise date of origin is unknown. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5220" by DeceitfulFish, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5220. 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: Spiral-jetty-from-rozel-point.png Author: Robert Smithson License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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Item N°: 5221 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5221 and its related documentation are under the jurisdiction of O5-8. This was personally ordered by the Overseer, with the reasoning behind it being strictly classified. SCP-5221 itself has not been acted upon and has been left to its own accord, under the order of O5-8. Description: SCP-5221 is an intermittent event in which all residents of Orient, Oregon will be unable to recall a portion, if not all, of the previous day’s events; all methods of attempting to recall them have been ineffective.1 It is unknown whether there are other methods to recall the affected memories. The amount of memory loss during this time does not appear to follow a specific pattern. However, surveys held within the town provide evidence that SCP-5221 is stronger within adolescence. Due to SCP-5221's anomalous properties, it is unknown when the event initially manifested. Discovery: SCP-5221 was discovered on 4/5/2020 when O5-8 was affected by an SCP-5221 event; although, O5-8 managed to recall the events of the previous day, despite currently known methods proving to be ineffective. To date, it is unknown how O5-8 has recalled these memories. O5-8's Home. Addendum 5221-1 Kristine Adair Apart from the reasoning behind O5-8's personal investigation into SCP-5221, unclassified information reveals that he currently resides within Orient, Oregon. An individual - who may appear to have some correlation with O5-8 - has also been proven to be afflicted by an SCP-5221 event at some point; however, as of current, they do not reside within the affected area. On 4/6/2020, the aforementioned individual was interviewed by a Foundation agent under the guise of "Orient Security Policing." INTERVIEW LOG Involved Individuals: Agent Jamais Kristine Adair Foreword: This interview was held within the home of Kristine Adair, who is currently aged 18. The aforementioned individual lives alone, within a low-rise apartment. <Begin Log> Agent Jamais: Whenever you're ready. Kristine: Now is fine. [Agent Jamais clears his throat.] Agent Jamais: For starters, your name? Kristine: Kristine Adair. Agent Jamais: Age? Kristine: Eighteen. Agent Jamais: Relationship? Kristine: None. [A brief pause.] Agent Jamais: Any sort of occupation? Stuff like 'babysitter' and all are fine. Please make note even if you don't work one currently, it's still required. Kristine: I used to work part-time at a restaurant, as a server. Agent Jamais: I take it you're a student? Kristine: Yes. Agent Jamais: How do you make the money to pay for your education? Apart from working part-time. [Kristine makes a pensive expression for a few moments.] Kristine: I get sent money, monthly. Agent Jamais: Do you know who sends this money? Kristine: No, it's anonymous. I'm not sure. Agent Jamais: I see. Kristine: Though, if I had to guess, maybe it'd be my parents? Agent Jamais: Your parents? Why would they keep the anonymity? Kristine: I don't know. I've never seen them. Agent Jamais: … Got it. [A brief pause as Agent Jamais writes down notes.] Agent Jamais: Can you tell me about your past? Particularly how you got this apartment, who you've interacted with as a benefactor, and notable incidents. [Two minutes of silence. She begins to frown.] Kristine: Umm, one of my friends, Melaine. Her parents helped me get this apartment, and taught me how to self-sustain. I'd say they're my benefactors. As for the other questions… I'm sorry, I can't seem to remember. [Kristine touches the back of her neck. She looks down at the table.] Agent Jamais: It's alright. Do you know why you can't remember? Were you involved in some kind of incident, or…? Kristine: Yeah, I uh, I actually don't know for sure. I remember being hospitalized when I was young, at around 13. At the time, there were a few people there who visited me, some I still don't know to date. Agent Jamais: Who among those people can you recall? Kristine: Umm, if I remember right, I think it was my cousins, childhood friends - who I don't know - and maybe my parents? Not sure. Agent Jamais: I see. Do you know why you were hospitalized? Kristine: The doctors said it was some kind of car crash, I think. I ended up with a lot of injuries: broken ribs—about three or four, a cracked skull, fractured shin, and femur, and a broken shoulder blade. Agent Jamais: Anything neurological? Kristine: Uh, I'm pretty sure the car crash was the reason I can't remember anything. Retrograde amnesia2 or whatever. Agent Jamais: I see. Can I get the date for this event? Kristine: The 9th of September, 2015. [Agent Jamais jots down the information. He checks his watch.] Agent Jamais: A bit of an odd one, but does anything come to mind regarding the name 'Henson Adair'? I know you've suffered amnesia, but please, try to recall as best as possible. [Kristine pauses.] Kristine: Not that I know of. Agent Jamais: Understandable. I think that'll be all for today, then. Kristine: Alright. Agent Jamais: Thank you for your time, Ms. Adair. <End Log> After this interview, further investigation began into the incident regarding Kristine Adair. However, little to no progress was achieved, as most of the information recovered mirrored the information from the interview. However, it should be noted that O5-8 has been hospitalized at this time, under Foundation supervision. Addendum 5221-2 O5-8 Interview Similar to the interview held on 4/6/2020, an interview regarding O5-83 was held on 4/8/2020. This was due to the possibility of Kristine Adair having some correlation with O5-8. The following is a recording of the interview. INTERVIEW LOG Involved Individuals: O5-8 Agent Mallory Foreword: This interview was held within Foundation Site-33, within the office of O5-8. Due to reasons unclarified, O5-8 has expressed disinterest in following proper Foundation protocol — interviews and the like being held in the Investigative Wing — and instead requested the interview be held by audio. <Begin Log> Agent Mallory: Ready? O5-8: On you. Agent Mallory: For recording purposes, we'll start formally from the beginning. Name? O5-8: [REDACTED].4 Agent Mallory: Age? O5-8: 44. Agent Mallory: Relationship? O5-8: None. Single. Agent Mallory: Family members? O5-8: I will abstain. Agent Mallory: Understood. We already know your occupation so… let's cut to the chase. Regarding SCP-5221 and your infliction with it, what can you recall? [A brief pause.] O5-8: I… woke up, went to work, researched, and began my duties. Agent Mallory: Was there anything of note during this day? O5-8: There is not. I do not recall. Agent Mallory: I see. [Another brief pause.] Agent Mallory: When the name 'Kristine Adair' is mentioned, does anything come to mind? [Silence for fifteen seconds.] O5-8: No. Agent Mallory: Okay. Regarding recent projects and/or personal research, is there anything of note that you think could be related to SCP-5221? O5-8: I do not recall, and would like to abstain. Agent Mallory: … I see. On the ninth of September 2015, do you recall anything? O5-8: That's… [O5-8 pauses.] O5-8: Nothing of note. I was under Overseer duties, that is all. Agent Mallory: When a 'car crash' is mentioned regarding that date, does anything come to mind? O5-8: This is getting a bit off-topic, is it not? Agent Mallory: I assure you, O5-8, this is all a part of the questionnaire. O5-8: Is it now? Agent Mallory: Absolutely. O5-8: … I see. I will abstain, then. Agent Mallory: If possible, it would be appreciated if you could provide an answer. O5-8: I have already abstained. Agent Mallory: … Understood. [A brief pause.] Agent Mallory: Have you suffered any form of amnesia? New or old. O5-8: I have not. Agent Mallory: … I see. However, it says here on the medical records you were hospitalized at the time. Are you sure of this? O5-8: I am absolutely sure. Who has provided you with these questions? Agent Mallory: O5-8, these questions were reviewed by O5-10. I assure you, these were all essential. [O5-8 pauses.] O5-8: Alright. Agent Mallory: That will be all then. Thank you for your time. O5-8: It was nothing. <End Log> Two weeks after, SCP-5221 had increased the rate of its intermittent events. Addendum 5221-3 Worsening On 4/22/2020, the age range for individuals affected by SCP-5221 increased from adolescence to young adults. Additionally, SCP-5221 was notably found to have been more frequent around the area of O5-8's home. Further investigation into the intermittent SCP-5221 events revealed a unique pattern. This pattern is as follows: every week, an SCP-5221 event will occur, in addition to the event increasing in severity. Due to SCP-5221 being under the jurisdiction of O5-8, no actions have been taken, despite the apparent worsening of the SCP-5221 events. Relatedly, on account of O5-8, the recent actions taken do not fall under proper Overseer guidelines. Because of this, two votes were held by the O5 Council (disregarding the Overseer in question). The first being a confrontation, and the second temporarily adjourning the capabilities of O5-8, effectively having all further actions be sanctioned by the rest of the Council. The following is what transpired of this. OVERSEER COUNCIL DELEGATIONS Date: 4/28/2020 Preceding Deliberations: An hour and thirty minutes. Involved Parties: Thirteen O5 Council members PREAMBLE As of late, it appears that O5-8 has not been fully unbiased with his answers. This is clearly evident in his involvement with SCP-5221, his recent interview, and the increasing severity of intermittent SCP-5221 events. Such actions have acquired the attention of the Overseer Council. BODY OF PROPOSAL(S) Proposal 1: While there has not yet been conclusive evidence of O5-8's potential ill-defined acts, it has been proposed solely by O5-10 that O5-8 should be placed under the following restrictions and/or supervision, effectively placing them under probation. Temporarily adjourning parts of O5 privileges. All further projects, proposals, and/or actions must be sanctioned by the Council. Placing O5-8 under O5-10 supervision. Proposal 2: In addition to this, it has also been proposed by O5-10 that O5-8 shall be confronted. The individual in question will be, under O5 consensus, confronted by O5-10, as they are also in charge of supervising O5-8, should the vote pass. RESULTS OF DELEGATIONS, PROPOSAL 1 Due to the individual in question, O5-8 has been excused from voting. YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-1 O5-5 O5-3 O5-2 O5-6 O5-7 O5-4 O5-12 O5-9 O5-11 O5-10 STATUS APPROVED RESULTS OF DELEGATIONS, PROPOSAL 2 Due to the individual in question, O5-8 has been excused from voting. YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-1 O5-3 O5-2 O5-4 O5-5 O5-6 O5-7 O5-9 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 STATUS APPROVED Addendum 5221-4 Confrontation On 5/1/2020, O5-8 was confronted by O5-10 about his recent actions and proceedings. The confrontation was done in person and was held within the O5 Council room. Following this, the intermittent SCP-5221 events increased in frequency and happened every four days. The following is what transpired of this event. O5 INTERROGATION LOG Members Involved: O5-8 O5-10 Foreword: Due to Foundation protocol, only one recording of this file exists, and no copies are to be created. This file is audio-only. <Begin Log> O5-10: You came. O5-8: Should I have not? O5-10: You know what this is about. O5-8: What? O5-10: 5221. [A brief pause.] O5-8: What of it? O5-10: I'll be straight. Why are you lying? [O5-8 chuckles.] O5-8: Me? Lying? What the hell are you talking about? O5-10: The records, the interviews, everything. It reeks of deceit. O5-8: Surely you must be out of your mind. Have you gotten enough sleep? Took your meds? Has life been treating you hard these days? [A brief pause.] O5-10: This is not the time for that. You know full well that's in the past. O5-8: Is that so…? It seems as if the past is intervening with the future, eh? [O5-10 takes a deep breath.] O5-10: Enough. I'm here to inform you—under Overseer consensus—that your actions have come under the Council's attention. You are subject to answer any and all of these questions. This cannot be voided. Either you will comply, or be subject to further disciplinary action. [O5-8 clicks his tongue.] O5-8: What exactly have you found— O5-10: Your interview. It's riddled with abstains and a slightly aggressive tone. This is not befitting the actions of an Overseer. You know this. O5-8: Sure, I hesitated, but you know we can't leak out private information like that all willy-nilly. Next thing you know, I'll get killed in my sleep. O5-10: Nonsense. Foundation protocol ensures that all private information regarding us are redacted. Hell, anyone below you in terms of power aren't gonna be able to put their fingerprints on this kind of stuff. If anyone's gonna find out about your goddamn personal life, it's gonna be you, and you alone. O5-8: Yeah? The past doesn't seem to agree there, Ten. O5-10: For fucks sake, Eight. Can you get over that? Or is your head too hard that literally anything other than you can get through? [O5-8 laughs.] O5-8: You think I'm narcissistic? Good one. O5-10: This motherfucker. O5-8: Last time I checked, you haven't given a single shit about anyone other than yourself. At least I can give a damn about how others feel. Props to you, tyrant. O5-10: Do you hear yourself? You're seriously fucked in the head! O5-8: Am I now? You've been like this for years. Y-e-a-r-s. O5-10: That's bullshit and you know it! I kept up with your attitude for what? Twenty years? It's a surprise I haven't been done with you yet! O5-8: That's the biggest white-faced lie I've seen since back then. You've been done with me for half a decade. O5-10: Clearly not enough. O5-8: Well what can you do? Life's thrown you down a pile of steaming shit, and you can't do anything about it. Must suck, huh? O5-10: Oh my god. How long are you gonna keep doing this? O5-8: 'Till the day I die. O5-10: You— God. Enough of this. Just tell me what the hell you're doing with 5221, and I'll be out of here. I can't take this shit anymore than I already do. O5-8: You know full well what the hell I'm doing, Ten. O5-10: I don't fucking know, that's why I held this… whatever it is. O5-8: Well, if you can't remember, then that's on you. Just know that it's all on you. Everything went south when you went north. O5-10: What? O5-8: I'm done here. You got what you needed, any more than this is just a waste of my life. O5-10: I literally didn't get shit! O5-8: Well then you clearly didn't work hard enough. Maybe try harder next time. O5-10: Fuck you too! <End Log> Subsequent to this event, O5-8 was temporarily adjourned of all Overseer capabilities, due to the contents of the interview. Addendum 5221-5 Exacerbation After the initial interrogation of O5-8, another interrogation was scheduled on 5/15/2020. This was due to the previous interrogation achieving little to no progress, as it was halted by a personal argument between O5-8 and O5-10. However, on the scheduled date, O5-8 was not found present within the appointed site. Orient, Oregon, 2020 heatchart. Red: Surface Temperature, Blue: CO2 Concentration. During this time, database records of SCP-5221 were also found to have been missing, presumably stolen. It is unknown whether O5-8 had stolen the SCP-5221 files, corrupted, or taken by an unnamed Group of Interest. At the same time, an abnormally large amount of heat hit Orient, Oregon, despite the weather forecast not supporting such an event. In addition to the aforementioned heatwave, the intermittent SCP-5221 events increased in frequency, now happening every two days. Due to this, a town-wide scan on Orient was held, the results revealing the abnormal amount of heat originating from the O5-8's home. Due to the apparent increasing severity of the situation, an emergency meeting was held on the same day to discuss the situation at hand. EMERGENCY O5 COUNCIL MEETING In Attendance: O5-2 - PRESENT O5-1 - ABSTAINED O5-3 - ABSENT O5-6 - PRESENT O5-4 - ABSTAINED O5-5 - ABSENT O5-7 - PRESENT O5-9 - ABSTAINED O5-12 - ABSENT O5-10 - PRESENT O5-13 - ABSENT O5-11 - PRESENT O5-8 - REMOVED <Begin Log> O5-10: Where are the others? O5-7: Couldn't make it, or abstained for personal reasons. O5-10: I see. [A slight pause.] O5-10: I assume you're all caught up? I printed the documents before the files disappeared from the database. O5-2: I've read the documents before the meeting. O5-6: I haven't read all of it, but I've got a gist of what's happening. O5-11: Enough to attend the meeting. O5-7: Yes. O5-10: Good. Then I won't need to recap. Let's cut to the chase. O5-8 has been temporarily relieved from Overseer duty. I haven't had time to write up the summary of the vote, however, it is clear that Eight— retired council member, Eight, was not fit for Overseer duties. O5-11: I feel that this was a premature decision. O5-10: How so? O5-11: Do we even have conclusive evidence of Eight's ill-defined acts? If not, it is we who have acted out of line. You specifically, Ten. O5-10: I understand your reasoning, and while we don't have actual hard-copy evidence of O5-8's egregious acts, the evidence regarding 5221 is enough to suffice an Overseer delegation and vote. O5-7: Remind me, how long have you been separated, again? O5-10: Five years. O5-6: And you're sure you're not acting unbiased? If I recall correctly, you singlehandedly proposed all the restrictions and such against Eight. O5-10: That is correct. However, the fact that the vote has passed has already told me that the majority has placed their trust in my decision. O5-6: That was before your argumentative interrogation with Eight. O5-10: The vote still stands. [O5-6 is silent.] O5-11: We are going off-topic. Let's begin discussing the situation at hand, not the situation beforehand. That was the past. This is now. O5-2, O5-7: Understood. [Brief silence.] O5-10: Regarding Eight and his correlation with 5221. If you read the documents, the increasing severity of 5221's intermittent events has become potentially harmful to the public. As such, I propose that we attempt to infiltrate Eight's home. I believe that Eight could potentially be a vital factor in the increasing frequency of these events. O5-2: What makes you think this? O5-10: The hints are right there. The heatwaves, increasing intermittent events, disappearing files of 5221 from the database. They're all intrinsically linked to Eight, and not in a coincidental way. O5-2: Heatwaves? Those are rather recent, no? O5-10: I've done the scans. The results say otherwise. O5-6: The results could've easily been swayed by other external factors. O5-10: Like? O5-6: The climate, environmental records, population, there are many things. O5-10: The climate shows no possibility of changing. The weather reports—I've double-checked them—mention nothing about an increase in heatwaves. The environmental records have been thoroughly scanned and double-checked as well, perhaps even triple-checked. The population is far too small to generate heat by themselves. This hasn't happened before. O5—6: Well— O5-10: I told you, I've done the scans. The epicenter of the heat leads where? Eight's home. They're linked, Six, intrinsically, not coincidentally. [EXTRANEOUS DELEGATIONS OMITTED FOR BREVITY.] O5-7: I can stand with this. O5-10: Anyone else? O5-6: Not enthusiastic, but I agree. O5-11: I decline. O5-2: I… agree. O5-10: Three to one, majority vote. The operation will be passed. <End Log> Following this, MTF ρ-11 ("Timestopper") was notified of their mission. The directions of the operation are as follows: Infiltrate the home of O5-8. Gather SCP-5221 related documentations. Search for the origins of the heatwaves and intermittent SCP-5221 events. Addendum 5221-6 Apparent Conclusion On 5/22/2020, the operation regarding the infiltration of O5-8's home was officially carried out. The following is a visual recording of this event. VIDEO LOG Squadron: MTF ρ-11 ("Timestopper") Operatives: Tony Al "Griffon" Richard Miller "Eagle" Hermaine Jones "Seagull" O5-105 Foreword: All members were equipped with heat-resistant clothing, in addition to a backpack in order for operatives to retrieve documents. The entire log was recorded via Griffon's headcam. <Begin Log> [ρ-11 are located just outside of O5-8's home. They double-check their equipment before infiltrating the home.] O5-10: Are we ready? Griffon, Eagle, Seagull: Affirmative. O5-10: Then let's get started. [ρ-11 proceed to approach the doorstep. Eagle and Griffon stand on each side of the door, while Seagull is aiming his suppressed gun at the door lock. They wait three seconds before nodding collective, at which point Seagull shoots the door lock. Eagle slams the door open, allowing Seagull and Griffon to enter the home. Their guns are pointed at chest-height and they proceed to spread out, each exploring one area of the home.] Griffon: The place is barren. No signs of life. O5-10: Keep your eyes peeled. Remember to grab any and all 5221 documents. Griffon, Eagle, Seagull: Understood. [Griffon enters the second floor and approaches O5-8's bedroom. He opens the door, scanning the room with his gun pointed. There is nobody in the room. There are several documents spread out across the area, each with a label of "SCP-5221" on the top-right accordingly. Griffon grabs a document and opens it, reading the contents.] Griffon: I… What the fuck? This is so elaborate, it's insane. O5-10: Store the documents in the bag. Griffon: Roger. Doing that right now. [Griffon closes the documents and places them in his bag. He continues to search the home, descending from the second floor back to the first. He checks in with the other operatives.] Griffon: Anything on your end, Eagle, Seagull? Eagle: Just some documents. Seagull: I'm in the basement, I haven't found anything yet— actually, disregard that. I think I found something. O5-10: Rendezvous with Seagull. Investigate that area. The heatwaves appear to be stronger there. Griffon: Understood. What about Eagle? O5-10: Have him come down with you as well. Eagle: Understood. [ρ-11 rendezvous in the basement. The basement is completely barren. There are no materials, save for gasoline, some mechanical parts, and tires. They meet up with Seagull, who is standing directly atop a hatch.] Griffon: Eagle, you've got the laser cutter, yeah? [Eagle takes out a laser cutter. He primes it.] Eagle: Ready. O5-10: Begin. [Eagle begins to cut through the metal. The metal melts through, falling down the hatch. Twenty minutes of this pass before the hatch is completely opened. The bottom of the hatch cannot be seen and is lit up with lights on the sides.] Griffon: I'll go first. O5-8 bunker hall. [Griffon begins to descend the hatch. Ten minutes of descending pass before he reaches the ground. In front of him is only a hallway, which descends slightly as it increases in length. The walls have metal pipes running along with the corners of the ceiling. Part of the walls are also degrading, with dirt seen protruding out of the holes.] Griffon: Jesus fuck. How did they build this thing? O5-10: I didn't even know this existed. Keep going. Griffon: Understood. [Griffon notifies the other operatives that he is going ahead. He proceeds to walk down the hall. Eventually, he approaches an underground research laboratory, which is all presumably maintained by O5-8.] O5-10: This fucker. Search the area. [Griffon proceeds to search the laboratory. There are several documents similar to those found within the bedroom of O5-8. However, each document has a small label under the designation title, which either read "Memory" or "Time". Griffon takes a document and opens it, reading the contents.] Griffon: What the shit? You're telling me they're using memory for this? O5-10: Griffon— [The sound reminiscent of a garage door opening can be heard. Griffon drops the document, arming himself as he looks around. There is nothing there.] O5-10: Investigate the noise. It should be further down the hall. Griffon: Understood. [Griffon places the documents in his bag, then continues descending the hall. A few minutes pass before he stands in front of a large intersection, just below an extra-large roll-up door. There are three paths that branch off from this area, right, left, and center respectively. The right path is labeled "Core - System Management", the left "Core - Ventilation" and the center "Core - Fragmented".] Griffon: There are three paths, which one should I take? O5-10: What? Griffon: There are three paths, Control, which one do I take? [The audio from O5-10 begins to corrupt slightly.] O5-10: Take the [unintelligible]. Griffon: Control, I can't understand you. O5-10: [unintelligible] Griffon: Control? [Silence for ten seconds.] Griffon: Control, are you there? [Silence for twenty seconds.] Griffon: I repeat. Control, are you there? Do you copy? O5-10: [unintelligible] —Out. Griffon: I— [Footsteps are heard briefly before the camera is thrown off of Griffon's helmet. It rolls on the ground, and a loud thump is heard. The sound of somebody approaching the camera is heard, before it is picked up.] Unknown Individual: Motherfucker. Who said you were allowed to be in here? [The camera is flipped to face the individual.] O5-8: Whoa— Ten, that you? O5-10: Eight! What the fuck are you up to?! O5-8: It really is you! I totally missed ya. O5-10: I saw the documents! O5-8: Oh, you did? Mmm, that's a problem. O5-10: What the hell are you trying to build?! O5-8: I'm not obligated to tell you, of all people. O5-10: Fucking— O5-8: If you still can't figure it out, maybe give a shit about other people first. [O5-8 pauses for a few moments.] O5-8: Think it over. [The camera feed turns off.] <End Log> Following this, the remaining members of MTF ρ-11 ("Timestopper") were unable to be recovered from the operation, and have been presumed dead. The following day, SCP-5221's intermittent events increased once more, at a rate of one event per day. The pattern does not show signs of decreasing. . . . . . . You have (1) new message! From: pcs.tenpics|11-5oco#pcs.tenpics|11-5oco To: pcs.tenpics|01-5oco#pcs.tenpics|01-5oco Subject: Re:SCP-5221 Date: 5/31/2020 O5-10, Today, Foundation databases received an unauthorized change to SCP-5221's file. Of course, while you were away, I took care of it and read through the contents. I highly suggest you read this yourself. I have nothing to say on this matter. Regards, The Desk of O5-11 View Attached File? Footnotes 1. Such methods include, but are not limited to: calendars, reminders (phone or otherwise), written notes, and mnestics. 2. The loss of ability to recall memories that formed before a traumatic head injury. 3. Normally, members of the O5 Council are not interviewed, to keep privacy and anonymity measures. However, in such cases where an interview is deemed necessary, the O5 in question will then be subject to an interview. This cannot be voided. 4. As per Foundation protocol, the name of O5-8 has been redacted for privacy and anonymity measures. 5. O5-10 has expressed interesting in taking part of the operation. She was assigned the role of "Control". ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5221" by chiifu, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5221. 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: whitefog2.jpg Author: greenoid License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: CC Search Filename: house.jpg Author: Ian Poellet License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: CC Search Filename: heatchart.jpg Author: mattlemmon License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: CC Search Filename: bunkerhall.jpg Author: CargoCult License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: CC Search Filename: shaftoflight.jpg Author: Francis Storr License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: CC Search
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AIC.WARHAMMER Readout, Site-121, 2013-05-29 Hotspot Begins 13:59:00 Item #: SCP-5222 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the latent abilities of people and things under the SCP-5222 designation or any sub-designations thereof, containment chambers shall be highly reinforced against pressure waves and, if facilities permit, entropy set to minimum1. If entropy is not adjustable at the current site of the contained entities, please make arrangements with your site director to relocate the entities to a variable-entropy site via BOUNCE. Any reports of ruggedly handsome men in sunglasses walking away from fiery explosions in slow motion should be cross-checked against GOI-2666. Description: SCP-5222 is a collective designation for people (sub-designation α) and objects (sub-designation β) associated with Lord Explosion's Pyrotechnic Playground and Daycare2, a Type-16 Pocket Dimension3 and Multi-Tenant Conceptual Mindscape4. There are currently 26 different SCP-5222-α entities catalogued, and none contained. There are currently 1326 different SCP-5222-β items catalogued, and none contained. Discovery: SCP-5222 was provisionally created by AIC.COLOSSUS5 on 2013-05-29 after Site-121 went offline with no SCUTTLE6 heartbeat7, which correlated to a concurrent spike8 in anomalous background entropy per AIC.WARHAMMER9. The nature of the spike and rapid return to baseline did not match any known emissions signatures, and was determined with high confidence to be a Ruhiel-class Transitory Phenomenon10. MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down")11 was scrambled to the area per SCUTTLE Dead Man's Switch Protocol. + Addendum 5222-1 - Exploration Log, MTF Ν-7 - Addendum 5222-1 - Exploration Log, MTF Ν-7 Transcribable crew: Team Ν-7-β (132 Members), Team Ν-7-Γ (132 Members) Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Two minutes out, fellas. We're dropping to visual range. Eyes up, head on a swivel. We haven't heard shit from this site in two hours and the AIs think there's a hostile force on the ground. Ν-7-β-13 (Cpt. M. Cotes): So, nuke didn't go off? We'd see it from the air by now. Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Yeah, as far as we know, that's the case. 90 seconds, everyone. Para team, check doors. Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Check. Ν-7-β-83 (Sgt. O. Velasquez): Ready, sir. Ν-7-β-4 (Cpt. C. Cornell): Visual at 12 o'clock! What the fuck is all that, sir? [Unintelligible chatter] Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Fuckin' god in heaven, it's beautiful. Let's get down there. Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Command, please confirm you have visual. Area-14 Command: Negative, Major. Your telemetry's showing high entropy levels. I can hear you but we can't see you here, sorry. Be advised, WARHAMMER believes you're already in the bubble. Please report. Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Copy, that makes sense. Site-121 is not here, I think it's been displaced by— [multiple explosions occur for approximately 27 seconds] Area-14 Command: Swain! Fuck me, what was that? Report! [raucous laughter, hooting and cheering] Area-14 Command: Report! Hello? Somebody fucking tell us what's going on! Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): That was awesome. Area-14 Command: Woods. I swear to G— Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Command, be advised Site-121 has apparently been replaced by…Lord Explosion's Pyrotechnic Playground…and Daycare? Area-14 Command: It's what. Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Lord Explosion's Pyrotec— Area-14 Command: I heard you, Woods. Where—Where is Major Swain? Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Right now? He's fist-bumping Velasquez. Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Narc. Command, be advised this place is way better than Site-121. Bravo team is going to form up and explore. Area-14 Command: Explor— Major, you are in a pocket dimension. We just needed to confirm the site didn't pop and leak. You need to get out of there, do you want to get fucking stuck in Lord Explosion's Pyrotechnic Playground or whatever it is forever? Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Area-14 Command: Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Y— Area-14 Command: No! So if you're going to explore, fucking hurry up! Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): It's a fucking school. Command, I have a plaque here, Lord Explosion's Explosion School, founded 1388, Bearsted, quote here, "To Better Punch Your Masters, Explode The Struggle Within". Schoolmaster, Hieronymus Dave Lord Explosion Bearpuncher. What a name. Area-14 Command: Copy, 1. Give us a minute to cross-check all that. Hier— Hieronymus Dave? Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Affirmative, command. Hieronymus Dave Bearpuncher. Area-14 Command: Some people's parents, man…hey, we got a partial. Dave Bearpuncher, prime POI for GOI-2666, Bearpuncher Solutions. Uh…okay, this may not be the right one, there's nothing going back to 1388, but this Dave apparently gets up to some weird shit so, maybe? Pocket dimensions and all, that matches. Says he claims to have…invented Thursday? Had a big cover-up operation that Damn Feds had to do after Bearpuncher Solutions appeared on the NASDAQ selling Service as a Service. If this is your guy, he's got a shitload of brothers, too. So, some kind of Type Green with an explosion school. Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Badass. Area-14 Command: …Yeah. Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): So, command, we've got a directory here. The place is shaped…well, like an old-timey bomb, like a cartoon bomb, with a little garden for the wick, it looks like. Let's see here, we've got Explosionology, Explosionography, History of Explosions, Explosion Appreciation, Theoretical Explosions, Lil' Sploder's Daycare…why's there a fucking daycare? Uh, then we've got Applied Explosions, this one just says Explosions but in big all-caps letters, Walking Away From Explosions In Slow-Motion, Team-Based Holistic Exploding Leadership, Expl— Area-14 Command: We get it, Major. Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Yeah there's a lot more. Area-14 Command: Major, you may as well check the back, while you're there. The garden area you mentioned, that doesn't sound right. Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): You're probably right, command. We'll stack up and see. Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Command, I'm point. Checking the exterior door. Area-14 Command: Copy. Ready when you are, Sergeant. Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Good copy. Leaving in 3, 2, 1. [loud unintelligible yelling] Area-14 Command: Woods, report. [yelling intensifies] Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Motherfuckers! Area-14 Command: Woods! Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Command! What's your deal? [loud unintelligible yelling] Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Gamma team is back here already and they're fuckin' grillin' out and drinking beer. Area-14 Command: Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Command. Hello? Area-14 Command: What is this fucking place, Sergeant? Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Command, be advised, we are presently in Lord Explosion's Glorious Grilling Garden and Stripper Conservatory, which is connected to Beauregard Bearpuncher's Beer By The Bucket, quote, "Where Cool Guys Don't Look at Explosions". Area-14 Command: [unintelligible yelling] + Addendum 5222-2 - Addendum 5222-2 After two weeks of reports from MTF Nu-7's Beta and Gamma teams, entropy levels localized around the perimeter of the traversable discrete dimension began to slowly increase again, indicating destabilization of the Transitory Phenomenon. Despite this transitory period taking roughly three days, and the relative location of the teams to the baseline world being traversable in only 20 minutes, both teams were lost. All 264 members are considered lost and have been awarded the Foundation Silver Star for Distinguished Service. Footnotes 1. This is typically 500 µJ/K but may go as low as 5 µJ/K in EVERGREEN-class sites. 2. RAISA Link: Bearpuncher Solutions (GOI-2666) and subsidiaries. (KB 11.2666) 3. RAISA Link: Types of Traversable Discrete Dimensions (KB 114) 4. RAISA Link: T. Rutherford, Shared Experiences across Multiple Sapient Beings: A Primer (KB 4338) 5. RAISA Link: Artificially Intelligent Construct: Creation Of Log Of Site-Specific Urgent Scenarios (KB 6116) 6. RAISA Link: System To Contain Unsustainable Threats To Life and Existence (KB 10235) 7. RAISA Link: SCUTTLE Dead Man's Switch Protocol (KB 10236) 8. Defined as 3 σ or more. 9. RAISA Link: Artificially Intelligent Construct: Weighted-Average Report of Hume, Air, Mass, Matter, Entropy and Radiation (KB 6119) 10. RAISA Link: R. House, FLASH ECLIPSE: Rapid Response to Transient Planar Overlays (KB 4661) 11. "A battalion-strength force […] tasked with responding to incidents involving loss of communication with major Foundation facilities under circumstances wherein a site-wide breach, enemy compromise, or other similarly catastrophic event is suspected." (KB 26.28)
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AIC.WARHAMMER Readout, Site-121, 2013-05-29 Hotspot Begins 13:59:00 Item #: SCP-5222 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the latent abilities of people and things under the SCP-5222 designation or any sub-designations thereof, containment chambers shall be highly reinforced against pressure waves and, if facilities permit, entropy set to minimum1. If entropy is not adjustable at the current site of the contained entities, please make arrangements with your site director to relocate the entities to a variable-entropy site via BOUNCE. Any reports of ruggedly handsome men in sunglasses walking away from fiery explosions in slow motion should be cross-checked against GOI-2666. Description: SCP-5222 is a collective designation for people (sub-designation α) and objects (sub-designation β) associated with Lord Explosion's Pyrotechnic Playground and Daycare2, a Type-16 Pocket Dimension3 and Multi-Tenant Conceptual Mindscape4. There are currently 26 different SCP-5222-α entities catalogued, and none contained. There are currently 1326 different SCP-5222-β items catalogued, and none contained. Discovery: SCP-5222 was provisionally created by AIC.COLOSSUS5 on 2013-05-29 after Site-121 went offline with no SCUTTLE6 heartbeat7, which correlated to a concurrent spike8 in anomalous background entropy per AIC.WARHAMMER9. The nature of the spike and rapid return to baseline did not match any known emissions signatures, and was determined with high confidence to be a Ruhiel-class Transitory Phenomenon10. MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down")11 was scrambled to the area per SCUTTLE Dead Man's Switch Protocol. + Addendum 5222-1 - Exploration Log, MTF Ν-7 - Addendum 5222-1 - Exploration Log, MTF Ν-7 Transcribable crew: Team Ν-7-β (132 Members), Team Ν-7-Γ (132 Members) Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Two minutes out, fellas. We're dropping to visual range. Eyes up, head on a swivel. We haven't heard shit from this site in two hours and the AIs think there's a hostile force on the ground. Ν-7-β-13 (Cpt. M. Cotes): So, nuke didn't go off? We'd see it from the air by now. Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Yeah, as far as we know, that's the case. 90 seconds, everyone. Para team, check doors. Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Check. Ν-7-β-83 (Sgt. O. Velasquez): Ready, sir. Ν-7-β-4 (Cpt. C. Cornell): Visual at 12 o'clock! What the fuck is all that, sir? [Unintelligible chatter] Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Fuckin' god in heaven, it's beautiful. Let's get down there. Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Command, please confirm you have visual. Area-14 Command: Negative, Major. Your telemetry's showing high entropy levels. I can hear you but we can't see you here, sorry. Be advised, WARHAMMER believes you're already in the bubble. Please report. Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Copy, that makes sense. Site-121 is not here, I think it's been displaced by— [multiple explosions occur for approximately 27 seconds] Area-14 Command: Swain! Fuck me, what was that? Report! [raucous laughter, hooting and cheering] Area-14 Command: Report! Hello? Somebody fucking tell us what's going on! Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): That was awesome. Area-14 Command: Woods. I swear to G— Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Command, be advised Site-121 has apparently been replaced by…Lord Explosion's Pyrotechnic Playground…and Daycare? Area-14 Command: It's what. Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Lord Explosion's Pyrotec— Area-14 Command: I heard you, Woods. Where—Where is Major Swain? Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Right now? He's fist-bumping Velasquez. Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Narc. Command, be advised this place is way better than Site-121. Bravo team is going to form up and explore. Area-14 Command: Explor— Major, you are in a pocket dimension. We just needed to confirm the site didn't pop and leak. You need to get out of there, do you want to get fucking stuck in Lord Explosion's Pyrotechnic Playground or whatever it is forever? Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Area-14 Command: Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Y— Area-14 Command: No! So if you're going to explore, fucking hurry up! Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): It's a fucking school. Command, I have a plaque here, Lord Explosion's Explosion School, founded 1388, Bearsted, quote here, "To Better Punch Your Masters, Explode The Struggle Within". Schoolmaster, Hieronymus Dave Lord Explosion Bearpuncher. What a name. Area-14 Command: Copy, 1. Give us a minute to cross-check all that. Hier— Hieronymus Dave? Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Affirmative, command. Hieronymus Dave Bearpuncher. Area-14 Command: Some people's parents, man…hey, we got a partial. Dave Bearpuncher, prime POI for GOI-2666, Bearpuncher Solutions. Uh…okay, this may not be the right one, there's nothing going back to 1388, but this Dave apparently gets up to some weird shit so, maybe? Pocket dimensions and all, that matches. Says he claims to have…invented Thursday? Had a big cover-up operation that Damn Feds had to do after Bearpuncher Solutions appeared on the NASDAQ selling Service as a Service. If this is your guy, he's got a shitload of brothers, too. So, some kind of Type Green with an explosion school. Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Badass. Area-14 Command: …Yeah. Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): So, command, we've got a directory here. The place is shaped…well, like an old-timey bomb, like a cartoon bomb, with a little garden for the wick, it looks like. Let's see here, we've got Explosionology, Explosionography, History of Explosions, Explosion Appreciation, Theoretical Explosions, Lil' Sploder's Daycare…why's there a fucking daycare? Uh, then we've got Applied Explosions, this one just says Explosions but in big all-caps letters, Walking Away From Explosions In Slow-Motion, Team-Based Holistic Exploding Leadership, Expl— Area-14 Command: We get it, Major. Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): Yeah there's a lot more. Area-14 Command: Major, you may as well check the back, while you're there. The garden area you mentioned, that doesn't sound right. Ν-7-β-1 (Maj. L. Swain): You're probably right, command. We'll stack up and see. Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Command, I'm point. Checking the exterior door. Area-14 Command: Copy. Ready when you are, Sergeant. Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Good copy. Leaving in 3, 2, 1. [loud unintelligible yelling] Area-14 Command: Woods, report. [yelling intensifies] Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Motherfuckers! Area-14 Command: Woods! Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Command! What's your deal? [loud unintelligible yelling] Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Gamma team is back here already and they're fuckin' grillin' out and drinking beer. Area-14 Command: Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Command. Hello? Area-14 Command: What is this fucking place, Sergeant? Ν-7-β-66 (Sgt. X. Woods): Command, be advised, we are presently in Lord Explosion's Glorious Grilling Garden and Stripper Conservatory, which is connected to Beauregard Bearpuncher's Beer By The Bucket, quote, "Where Cool Guys Don't Look at Explosions". Area-14 Command: [unintelligible yelling] + Addendum 5222-2 - Addendum 5222-2 After two weeks of reports from MTF Nu-7's Beta and Gamma teams, entropy levels localized around the perimeter of the traversable discrete dimension began to slowly increase again, indicating destabilization of the Transitory Phenomenon. Despite this transitory period taking roughly three days, and the relative location of the teams to the baseline world being traversable in only 20 minutes, both teams were lost. All 264 members are considered lost and have been awarded the Foundation Silver Star for Distinguished Service. Footnotes 1. This is typically 500 µJ/K but may go as low as 5 µJ/K in EVERGREEN-class sites. 2. RAISA Link: Bearpuncher Solutions (GOI-2666) and subsidiaries. (KB 11.2666) 3. RAISA Link: Types of Traversable Discrete Dimensions (KB 114) 4. RAISA Link: T. Rutherford, Shared Experiences across Multiple Sapient Beings: A Primer (KB 4338) 5. RAISA Link: Artificially Intelligent Construct: Creation Of Log Of Site-Specific Urgent Scenarios (KB 6116) 6. RAISA Link: System To Contain Unsustainable Threats To Life and Existence (KB 10235) 7. RAISA Link: SCUTTLE Dead Man's Switch Protocol (KB 10236) 8. Defined as 3 σ or more. 9. RAISA Link: Artificially Intelligent Construct: Weighted-Average Report of Hume, Air, Mass, Matter, Entropy and Radiation (KB 6119) 10. RAISA Link: R. House, FLASH ECLIPSE: Rapid Response to Transient Planar Overlays (KB 4661) 11. "A battalion-strength force […] tasked with responding to incidents involving loss of communication with major Foundation facilities under circumstances wherein a site-wide breach, enemy compromise, or other similarly catastrophic event is suspected." (KB 26.28)
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photo taken of SCP-5223-1 during interview Item #: SCP-5223 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5223 is to be contained in a double-width, vehicle containment chamber at the containment facility nearest to SCP-5223’s most recently ascertained location. This chamber is to be retrofitted with access to a humanoid containment chamber(as per the request of SCP-5223-1). Dr. Baker must be present for all tests involving the vehicle. A minimum of one security guard is to maintain a perimeter of no fewer than 6 meters around SCP-5223. Any person attempting to enter this perimeter outside of testing conditions and without Dr. Baker’s expressed permission is to be forcefully removed from SCP-5223’s containment chamber and barred from entry until further notice. If possible, SCP-5223’s containment chamber is to be lined with lead. Description: SCP-5223 is a 1941 Chevrolet, split windshield pickup truck bearing heavy damage to its left side panels. Though the vehicle is capable of normal movement, how this is accomplished is not well understood; the vehicle is missing vital components to its engine(cataloged in I-5223-01); moreover, while the vehicle is in motion, no audible engine noise can be heard. Beyond standard movements, SCP-5223 is also capable of teleportation and the creation of a pocket dimension. The means of this teleportation is, likewise, sparsely understood. Humans stepping closer than five meters from the vehicle will be lulled into a suggestive state, similar to that of the drug Desomorphine, for a short time. Victims of this suggestive state(SCP-5223’s “guest”) will become more jovial and agreeable as the effect wears off; at which time, they will be greeted by an Elderly man(henceforth referred to SCP-5223-1) who will typically be seated in the passenger seat of the vehicle. SCP-5223-1 will then invite the guest into the vehicle and transport them to SCP-5223's pocket dimension (SCP-5223-1 might also transport his guest to one of many locations around the globe should he be provided the opportunity) . What is contained in this dimension varies from encounter to encounter; though, events in this dimension will remain consistent with what the guest is most fearful of.1. The events contained in SCP-5223's pocket dimension will most often present themselves as a challenge, monster, or nightmare(though deviations from these themes are not particularly uncommon). As such, these phobias often pose a severe danger to guests though, SCP-5223-1 will often “step in” and aid guests during their time in SCP-5223’s dimension. Once a guest’s time in SCP-5223’s dimension is complete, the guest will then be permanently absolved of their phobia(s) by unknown means, and he or she will be escorted back to the guest’s desired location and will be free to leave. + Addendum 5223-1: SCP-5223-1 - Addendum 5223-1: SCP-5223-1 SCP-5223-1 is an elderly male of Caucasian descent, approximately 1.8 meters when standing. Upon arriving at Site-██ an interview with SCP-5223X-1 was suggested by Dr. Baker. Interviewed: SCP-5223-1 Interviewer: Dr. Baker <Begin Log> Dr. Baker: Hello, SCP-5223-1. SCP-5223-1: Please, call me Joseph. Dr. Baker: OK Joseph, do you have a last name? SCP-5223-1: Chester. Dr. Baker: Age? <SCP-5223-1 sighs and then pauses for a moment> SCP-5223-1: Sorry son, I haven't had to remember my birthdate in a long time. <SCP-5223-1 pauses again for a short time before slamming both fists on the table> SCP-5223-1: Yes, I remember! Well, I don’t remember how old I am exactly, but I do remember how old I was when I stopped counting: 136. <SCP-5223-1 laughs> Dr. Baker: 136, you look very… youthful for being so… old. SCP-5223-1: I know, can you believe that shit! 136 years old, makes you think. Dr. Baker: Yes, it does. So, what connection do you and SCP-5223 have? SCP-5223-1: SCP-5223? Dr. Baker: The car? SCP-5223-1: You mean my truck? I’ve been riding that thing for as long as I can remember. It wasn’t until recently that I learned about the teleportation thing. Oh, and the alien dimension. Dr. Baker: Teleportation? SCP-5223-1: Yeah, I offered to cart myself here, but no one would listen! Jesus, I only said it like what, a thousand times! “I can just teleport my car there you know!” And, what do I get in return? Not a damned word. They didn’t even tell their science people about it. Stubborn bunch you are. Dr. Baker: Right, let's take a break and regroup after your briefing. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-5223-1 was then escorted to his briefing; After which, as per the direction of Dr. Baker, SCP-5223-1 was taken in for a mental evaluation. After SCP-5223-1 was deemed mentally sound, testing and research regarding SCP-5223's ability to teleport and pocket dimension(the "alien dimension" referred to by SCP-5223-1) was then scheduled. No known individual named Joseph Chester similar to SCP-5223-1 has been found in any census or death records to date in any country; though, a birth record from a hospital in ████████, Ohio does identify a female, named Samantha Chester, with features comparable to and who is believed to be a directed descendant of SCP-5223-1. All further investigations into Joseph Chester and Samantha Chester have been unsuccessful. + Addendum 5223-2: Testing Logs - Addendum 5223-2: Testing Logs Test A Subject: D-52231 Name: Kimberly Phobia(s): Spiders, Heights Procedure: Subject equipped with a standard-issue body camera and comms unit. The subject is then instructed to approach SCP-5223. Upon stepping within 5 meters of SCP-5223, the subject begins to fall into a sort of trance state, in which she approaches the driver’s side door. SCP-5223-1 can be seen through the open driver window sitting in the passenger seat of the vehicle. After reaching the window, dialogue typical of an SCP-5223 event ensues. Subject: Hi, who are you? SCP-5223-1: Name's Joseph and yourself? Subject: Um, Kimberly. SCP-5223-1: Lovely, sit. SCP-5223-1 then pats the driver seat of the car. Subject opens the driver side door and sits in the seat. SCP-5223-1: Alright, buckle up; I’ve got something to show you, but first, tell me where ya from? Subject: I’m not sure that… SCP-5223-1: Tell me. Come on; I won’t bite. <SCP-5223-1 laughs> Subject: [REDACTED] SCP-5223-1: Perfect, you ever been to Paris, dear? Before the subject can answer, SCP-5223-1 proceeds to twist a dial on the dashboard in front of him. A white flash can be seen through the lens of the body camera affixed to the Subject; after which the view out of the driver and passenger windshield shifts to view what appears to be the Eiffel tower in Paris, France. <Subject screams in terror> SPC-5223-1: I know, I did the same thing my first time seeing the Eiffel tower. Damn pretty, isn’t it? Subject: What the hell did you just do? SCP-5223-1: I teleported us! Pretty cool, right? <Subject is silent, seemingly in shock.> SCP-5223-1: Oh, Don’t be afraid, Kim. SCP-5223-1 pauses Actually, I have just the thing for you. SCP-5223-1 reaches forward and once again twists a dial on the dashboard. The same white flash envelopes the vehicle; however, this time, only the passenger side of the vehicle shifts into SCP-5223’s pocket dimension. SCP-5223-1 steps out of the car and offers his hand to the subject. The subject rises from her seat and exits out of the passenger side of the vehicle. Elaborate stone masonry comes into view, and it is revealed to the camera that the subject and SCP-5223-1 are now standing in a large stone corridor with no windows. Large stone carvings litter the walls depicting a variety of scenes ranging from that of ancient Greek to modern influences. SCP-5223-1: Well, pretty cool right? Subject: It’s beautiful. Where are we? SCP-5223-1: This is my truck’s alien dimension, first place she took me once I realized she could teleport. Subject: That must have been pretty… crazy. Subject is then led down the corridor by SCP-5223-1. After roughly ten minutes, SCP-5223-1 stops abruptly and turns to face a large wooden door. SCP-5223-1: Here we go, number one. The subject’s body camera focuses on a stone carving resting above the door depicting a large female arachnid eating its children. SCP-5223-1 pushes the door open and waves the Subject through. Past the door, the camera pans upwards to reveal a sizeable cavernous space reminiscent of an arena. Lights can be seen shining; however, their source is not readily apparent. As the subject and SCP-5223-1 walk, a soft crunching noise, similar to that of walking on gravel, can be heard through the camera’s onboard microphone. AS the subject moves closer to the center of the arena, the soft crunching begins to sound closer to a person trudging through water; though, the subject and SCP-5223-1 remain seemingly unaware of the growing noise. A large whooshing can be heard, and the camera spins to face a massive, moving wave of what appears to a writhing, jet black liquid. The subject screams, and black mass envelopes the camera. The black mass fades, and the light of the arena comes into view. SCP-5223-1, standing over the subject, who seems to be curled up on the floor, extends his hand and aids the subject in standing; the arena comes back into view, and SCP-5223-1 can be seen brushing black flecks from his arms. SCP-5223-1: Oh uh, you got some of those spiders on ya too. The subject’s arms come into view, and hundreds of spiders(Eratigena atrica) can be seen writhing around. The subject yelps and brushes off her arms; the camera begins to shake violently, and the subject can be heard crying. SCP-5223-1 points behind the subject as another wave of spiders flows into the arena. A door materializes at the far end of the arena, and SCP-5223-1 begins to run towards it. The subject begins to trudge through the large mass of live spiders now littering the floor; the second wave of spiders collides with the subject, and she falls. SCP-5223-1: Come on, let’s go! SCP-5223-1 picks up the subject and rushes through the recently materialized door and out into another stone corridor. SCP-5223-1 and the subject begin to laugh hysterically. The subject grabs one of the spiders and holds it up. The spider is now immobile and seemingly made of a plastic-like substance. Subject: Holy shit, were these always made of plastic? SCP-5223-1: Nope, the fears are only real until inside of those rooms. Out here, they can’t hurt you. Subject: Well, I guess that wasn’t so bad. SCP-5223-1: Facing your fears is almost never as bad as you expect it to be; besides, that was a light pitch. Those were the small spiders! <SCP-5223-1 laughs.> D-52231 grimaces and starts down the corridor. The walls in this corridor are barren; although, a few carvings depicting clouds are scattered around. Approaching another door, a carving depicting Icarus and Daedalus bearing wax wings flying through a thicker patch of clouds. SCP-5223-1: I’ve seen this one. Afraid of heights are ya? SCP-5223-1 raises two fingers as if to gesture “2” before opening the door as SCP-5223-1 opens it; SCP-5223-1 then proceeds to push the subject through the door, which leads to a high rise city-scape that appears to stretch on indefinitely. Immediately after being pushed through the door, the subject falls a great distance downwards, and, as she spirals through the air, SCP-5223-1 can be seen stepping off of the precipice himself. The subject and SCP-5223-1 fall for approximately a half an hour, during which time SCP-5223-1 catches up to the subject and points downward at a faint brown object embedded in the asphalt street below them. As they approach the street, a brown wooden door comes into view and opens outward. SCP-5223-1 and the subject fall through the door and out into another open sky; though, the city-scape that had once appeared to go on forever is no longer visible. Instead, a field boarded by streets lined with street lights of a typical American suburb can be seen. SCP-5223-1 swing into view and can be seen wearing a black parachute. He gestures to a strap on his chute and pulls it, prompting the subject to do the same. Upon reaching the ground, the subject becomes enraged, confronting SCP-5223-1. Subject: You. You Pushed me! SCP-5223-1: Would you have jumped if I didn’t? Subject: No, what if that had killed me! SCP-5223-1: Kim, do you really think that I would push you over some unknown edge? Subject: Hey, I’d never even met you before today! SCP-5223-1: Relax, I knew you’d be OK. Those carvings on the walls, they are markers for the fears behind each door. I had seen that one before, so I knew how to get through it; the last guy, he wasn’t so lucky. Subject: How did you know you weren’t making a mistake? SCP-5223-1: I’ve made very few mistakes in my life, Kim. The more you dwell on the possibility of mistakes, the more you end up making. By the way, only two fears? That’s pretty impressive. SCP-5223-1 and the subject walk through the field to SCP-5223(now parked on a nearby side street), and the subject enters. SCP-5223-1: OK, do you want me to drop you off anywhere or just back in my chamber? Subject: You can just drop me off anywhere? SCP-5223-1: Yea, of course. Oh wait, we wouldn’t want them listening in, would we? SCP-5223-1 then switches off the subjects body camera Afterword: SCP-5223-1 returns to Foundation Site-██. The subject’s Body camera is recovered from SCP-5223-1 by head SCP-5223 researcher, Dr. Baker. SCP-5223-1 is verbally warned about releasing D-Class test subjects to anywhere except Foundation owned and operated testing locations. D-52231 is yet to be located. Test B Subject: D-52232 Name: Rylee Phobia(s): Interpersonal socialization(especially with females), snakes, heights Procedure: The test begins as typical of an SCP-5223 event: subject approaches SCP-5223, is lured in, and SCP-5223-1 begins a conversation. However, atypical of a standard SCP-5223 event, SCP-5223 does not teleport as usual; instead, SCP-5223 is seen to disappear and then immediately reappear approximately half of a meter from its previous position. Lead lining of current containment chamber is believed, by on-site testing staff, to have hampered SCP-5223's ability to teleport. However, this hampering effect does not seem consistent yet has been amended to SCP-5223's containment procedures. SCP-5223-1 remarks that this change is "weird," and the test continues as normal; SCP-5223's pocket dimension opens, and the subject and SCP-5223-1 both enter into a large stone corridor. Subject: Woah! This is beautiful. Camera pans to view various carvings. The subject rushes to one of the carvings. Subject: Oh my God, this is Cronus, right? I've always loved mythology. I used to read all sorts of these stories when I was a kid! SCP-5223-1: Yeah, my daughter used to love 'em too; I mean, her love for mythology was unmatched, don't think anyone else knew as much as 'er. All she asked for her birthday, Christmas, and whatever else were more and more mythology books. Every year, I took her on a special trip to go see some of the great sights she'd read about in her book: Rome, Greece, Egypt, honestly more than I can remember, and everywhere we she would take pictures of carvings she saw. I think that's why they exist here now. Could just be a coincidence. Subject, now seemingly uninterested in SCP-5223-1, proceeds to rush from wall to wall describing various scenes of ancient Greek, Roman, and Nordic mythology; this continues for well over one hour until SCP-5223-1 is able to convince the subject to continue further down the corridor. Subject and SCP-5223-1 approach a wooden door, bearing a carving of the goddess Aphrodite. The subject enters and is greeted by a large group of women. The women begin to obsessively faun over the subject. D-52232 shrugs off a few of the women and continue toward the door at the opposite end of the room; however, before the subject can exit the room, a crowd of women subdues him. After this, they proceed to offer him his freedom playfully should he complete a list of specific sexual acts. D-52232 reluctantly agrees, and after being freed by the women, collapses next to the exit. SCP-5223-1: Well, that wasn't so bad now, was it. SCP-5223-1 helps the subject to his feet and places a hand on his shoulder. SCP-5223-1: That was a good show. <SCP-5223-1 laughs heartily> Subject: I'd rather not talk about it honestly. SCP-5223-1 continues laughing and walks through a door, out into another stone corridor, and out of sight. SCP-5223-1: Come on now, you aren't the first guy to be scared of talking to girls; I've had more than a few come through here; although, I don't think any of them had nearly as many ladies as you did. Due to the similarity to previous tests, the remainder of this test has been omitted, and only brief mention of the phobias therein contained will be given Similar to test A, the subject conquered a fear of snakes in an arena similar to that experienced by D-52232 Again similar to test A, The subject was asked to jump from a height to the ground bellow only to fall through a door and land in the same field as described in test A. SCP-5223-1 then releases test subject D-52232 in a manner similar to that of test A. Afterword: SCP-5223-1 has been threatened with harsh punishment should he release another D-Class test subject to anywhere other than Foundation owned properties. Site head ███████ recommends that personnel assigned to SCP-5223 should "Just make the damned body cameras harder to turn off!" Test 23 Subject: D-522323 Name: James Phobia(s): D-522323 has no discernible phobias Note: Subject has been briefed on every aspect of SCP-5223's known capabilities and has been informed, in an attempt to dissuade SCP-5223-1 from releasing more subjects, that if he is to take SCP-5223-1's offer of release from Foundation custody, SCP-5223-1 will attempt to kill the subject. Procedure: The subject is instructed to approach SCP-5223. The driver side window is lowered; SCP-5223-1 is visible inside the vehicle SCP-5223-1: Come on, sit. I'm sure they gave you a rundown of the procedure beforehand, so we can skip some of that. Have you ever been to Detroit? Subject: Sir, I lived in Detroit for most of my life SCP-5223-1: Good! SCP-5223-1 hits a button, and the view through the windshield changes to that of a nondescript alley in Detroit. Subject: Oh, that's pretty cool man! SCP-5223-1: It was the truck. You aren't more freaked out about being teleported halfway across the country in a pickup truck? Subject: Freaked out? That was sick as hell! They said you'd be able to do some cool shit but… damn! Oh, hey <D-522323 reaches over and shakes SCP-5223-1's hand>, I'm James, but you can call me fearless. SCP-5223-1: I'll call you James. SCP-5223-1 laughs, and both he and the subject sit in silence for a moment. SCP-5223-1: Everyone is afraid of something, you know. Subject: No man, really, I'm not scared of nothing. SCP-5223-1: Oh, then why are you here? Subject: I dunno. Maybe Dr. Baker saw something in me. SCP-5223-1: Right well, let's get going. SCP-5223-1 taps on the dashboard twice but does not make any attempt to push any buttons or twist any dials present on the dashboard. The view through the passenger side of the truck changes, and the subject and SCP-5223-1 both step out into SCP-5223's pocket dimension. Subject follows SCP-5223-1 down the straight stone corridor first explored in tests A and B and eventually arrives at a large marble door bearing a carving of the Roman god Pluto. SCP-5223-1: Oh no… no no no no no no! SCP-5223-1 appears flushed and begins to pace in a tight circle, glancing at the subject periodically. After a period, SCP-5223-1 looks the subject in the eyes with a blank stare. Tears distort his eyes as if he were wearing contact lenses or glasses. SCP-5223-1: I'm so sorry. SCP-5223-1 is seen to embrace the subject before turning and slamming his fists into the stone door. SCP-5223-1: GODDAMN you, you piece of shit! First, you take Sammy from me. Then, you lure me into this hell hole with the promise of helping people! Oh, yea, I can help some people, sure, but the rest? The rest just have to fucking die! SCP-5223-1 proceeds to strike the door with his fists until both are stained brown with blood. Subject: What do you mean die, Mr. Joseph? SCP-5223-1: You should have been honest with me! You could have just told me you were scared of dying and avoided all this! You see that carving? That is Pluto, the god of death. SCP-5223-1 sits resting his back on the wall adjacent to the door and pulls his knees to his chin. Subject: So, how do I beat him? The other doors all have some trick, don't they? SCP-5223-1, still crying, looks up at the subject. SCP-5223-1: He… doesn't have some trick. No one can conquer death. Subject opens the door with great strain; at which time, the image from the camera suddenly fades to black. The audio from the subject's onboard comms unit still receives audio. Slamming of the large stone door. Subject: What was that? SCP-5223-1 remains silent. Subject: W-what if we just went back to the truck? We could just leave the way we came in right? SCP-5223-1: It doesn't work like that. You can't outrun death. The crunching of what sounds like bone rings out through the corridor. The audio feed cuts out. Afterword: Upon returning to the Foundation Site-██, SCP-5223-1 does not immediately exit SCP-5223; instead, he waits until Dr. Baker enters the containment chamber for the post test interviewing process, exits the vehicle, and places D-522323's body camera and comms unit in Dr. Baker's open hand. Both were soaked in blood. Test 27 Subject: D-522327 Name: Sarah Foreword: Subject D-522327 has been chosen specifically for this test due to her schizophrenia. While the subject is medicated, she often refuses to speak. When questioned, the subject declined to disclose her phobias. Procedure: Subject approaches SCP-5223 as in all previous tests, enters the vehicle, and begins conversing with SCP-5223-1. The view from the right side of the cab of the vehicle changes, and SCP-5223-1 and the subject step out into SCP-5223's pocket dimension. Rather than the typical straight, stone corridor seen in previous tests, SCP-5223's pocket dimension takes the appearance of a stone chamber surrounded by many hallways bearing illegible, though seemingly non-random scrawlings drawn in black paint. Subject: What's going on? D-522327 takes a few steps toward SCP-5223-1. SCP-5223-1 looks around for a moment before responding. SCP-5223-1: I have no idea Though SCP-5223-1 appears visibly distraught, he smiles briefly and starts down one of the stone passageways. Wooden, stone, and metal doors of various sizes and shapes line both walls. SCP-5223-1 brushes his hand along the rightmost wall, trying to open particular doors as he walks. Subject: Joseph? SCP-5223-1: What's up kid? Subject: What are you looking for? SCP-5223-1: I am looking for- <SCP-5223-1 reaches for a door and struggles with it for a minute before continuing> SCP-5223-1: I'm looking for something out of the ordinary. Usually, the alien dimension is pretty straight forward. This- this isn't. I haven't seen anything like this before. Subject: Oh. SCP-5223-1 and D-522327 continue down the halfway for another hour in silence before reaching the end of the hallway, which terminates at a brass door. The space above the door is characterized by a massive black marking not representative of any image or character currently identifiable. SCP-5223-1: Get ready. <Subject remains silent and takes a step toward the door, resting her hand on the brass> SCP-5223-1: Right then, here we go. <SCP-5223-1 pushes open the door with great effort.> SCP-5223-1: What…? Rather than opening out into a room, the door opens into another, similar-looking hallway. D-522327 rushes past SCP-5223-1 and into the now revealed hallway. A similar stone corridor stretches in two directions. Subject: Maybe we should go back? SCP-5223-1: Where? Subject: Back to the car! Let's get out of here! SCP-5223-1: <laughs> No, it doesn't work like that. She can't teleport from inside of here once we get out of the truck. Also, it is a truck… not a car. Come on. SCP-5223-1 starts down a hallway, and D-522327 follows. They continue to walk for about an hour before reaching another break in the corridor. A hallway, resembling that of a Victorian-era house, stretches on in directions perpendicular to the current hallway. SCP-5223-1: This is.. new. Subject: New? SCP-5223-1: Yeah, <SCP-5223-1 chuckles>, I'm kinda freaking the fuck out. <SCP-5223-1 paces for a moment> You know what, let's find a place to rest up for a minute. SCP-5223-1 walks down the hallway and turns into an open door disappearing from sight. D-522327 follows and finds him slumped over in an armchair, breathing heavily. SCP-5223-1: I'm getting too old for this, honestly. D-522327 looks around for a moment. Subject: Joseph? SCP-5223-1: Yea kid? Subject: If you die, what happens to me? Would I be stuck in here? <SCP-5223-1 laughs> SCP-5223-1: I've been alive for more than 150 years! You think walking around for a few hours is going to put me under? <Laughs> I'm not really sure what would happen. Maybe you'd take over driving the truck? Though, there's a good chance you would just die here without me: Some of this stuff can be pretty dangerous. <SCP-5223-1 remains silent for a moment while waiting for D-522327 to respond.> SCP-5223-1: You don't talk much, do you? Well, whatever, it seems like we might be here for a good long while, so I was thinking we should hang around and look for a place to rest up. Subject: Sounds good. SCP-5223-1: Oh, hey, turn off your camera. Save the battery. SCP-5223-1 and D-522327 struggle with the camera for a few minutes before it suddenly switches off. A journal recovered by Dr.Baker after the test, which appears to be handwritten by D-522327, details events not shown on camera. D-522327 Log: We looked around for a while after Joseph turned off my camera, and most of this place is pretty nice. Besides the odd cobweb, the house, hallway thing seems oddly… lived in. I guess it's better than the stone hallways. I mean, the wood furnishings are really pretty, and there is a comfortable lack of crazed writing on the walls(honestly, are drunk art students just running around?). Anyway, while we were walking around, Joseph found this notebook on a desk and said I should take it. It has been about 4 hours since I took the time to write anything in my notebook. Since then, we found a couple of bedrooms, a bathroom, and even a stocked kitchen! Eventually, we found a kinda open, living room… room. Whatever, the point is that the place has a weird couch bed thing and a fireplace. So yea, warm and sleep. Joseph "let me" have the couch, and he managed to scoot a bed over from the next room to be closer to the fire. After living in and out of care facilities and then being put under Foundation custody, managing to fall asleep in such a strange place wasn't difficult. At least it wasn't as difficult as Joseph made it out to be. Oh and, we talked for an hour or two after "dinner"(really, we just snagged some pretzels from the kitchen). He thinks this place is some sort of maze, which I guess makes sense, but it still freaks me out. The way he said it to was just… dark. You can hear his age when he talks: he's like an ancient wizard from a fantasy novel. Every word he says has this gravity to it. It's as if he's seen and experienced everything there is to see and experience. There is something else in the house with us. Video Log: Subject: Joseph, wake up. I heard something! SCP-5223-1 does not respond. A clatter can be heard, and D-522327 moves to investigate. Subject: Hello? Subject: who's there? The room is empty except for a single bed. A faint female scream can be heard from behind the subject. D-522327 screams and darts into and down the hallway. Subject: Joseph! Help, please! The subject's pace and breath quicken as what look like hands encased in a shadowy fog reach out from various doorways around the subject. Eventually, a bright light appears in front of D-522327 further down a hallway. The subject moves toward the light and runs out into another stone corridor. Joseph: Hey Sarah, where did you run off to? SCP-5223-1 stands under a doorway a few meters ahead of the subject. Subject: There was… there… something was following me through the house, and I ran, but it followed me, and I- SCP-5223-1: Hey hey, you'll be fine. Just calm down a little and tell me what happened SCP-5223-1 turns off D-522327's camera. D-522327 Log: I guess I was pretty shaken up from that… thing following me around in the house place. I mean, who wouldn't be? Anyways, it's been like a month or two(night doesn't happen here, so yea) since We came to this place, and we haven't made much more progress. Well, we have gotten in a lot of walking, but as far as actually getting out of here, no dice. It's not like nothing's been happening either. I just kinda forgot to write. I guess I can go over some of the more notable things that have happened. We never did find the house(hallway house thing? I dunno what to call it) again. We also haven't found much more food. Every now and again, we would find a door(a small one, not one of the big important looking ones) unlocked. Usually, those doors would be kinda boring; empty hospital rooms, vacant classrooms, we even found a chicken coup once(the chickens were cute as hell). Sometimes though, we would find like a kitchen or dining room with food(once every few days or so). Then, Joseph hurt his leg. Not fun. He complained for days, and he walks with a bit of a limp now, but he's still kicking. Right, so how'd he get hurt? Well, we were walking down the same hallway we have been for a few months, and he… uh… he tripped. Yea, it's been boring as shit, but hey, I LEARNED HOW TO MAKE FIRE!!!! Like, with my bare hands. That's about it from me. If anything else important happens, I might remember to write it down. Found door, camera on. Video Log: D-522327 stands in front of a large wooden doorway with brass handles. Above the doorway, a portrait, identical in every way to the subject and painted in black paint, can be seen. SCP-5223-1: Oh, finally. Subject: Door, door, door, door, door, door do- SCP-5223-1: You ok? Subject: Yea, <pauses> I'm just excited. The subject continues, in the same cadence, to repeat the word "door" under her breath as SCP-5223-1 swings open the door. Both enter into the room, which is pitch black, and the door closes behind them. SCP-5223-1: It's dark. Subject: Yea. An audible whisper can be heard behind the subject An unidentified voice whispers D-522327's name. Subject: Yea Joseph, what's up? SCP-5223-1: Hmm? I didn't say anything. SCP-5223-1 screams, and an overhead floodlight snaps on. A light mist fills the space around the subject. SCP-5223-1 cannot be seen. Subject: Joseph, where'd you go? Joseph! whisper: Hey, over here! D-522327 spins to find an entity(referred to as Entity for the remainder of the transcription) identical in appearance to the subject emerging from the mist. Entity: What's up cool cat! The entity's voice does not appear to emanate from the entity; rather, the entity seems to be speaking from behind the subject. Subject: Uh, hi? Are you me? Entity: Well, ya. Who else would I be? Subject: I don't know what I was expecting, but I definitely wasn't expecting- Entity: Do you remember when we attacked that girl at Chicago Lakeshore? <laughs> Subject: Yes, I remember. W-why are you bringing that up? Who the fuck are you! Entity: It was so fun. Subject: It was awful! You know as well as I do that's not who I really am! I was off my medication, that's all. Entity: Oh come on, are you just you when you are on the meds? You wouldn't have medication in the wild. <laughs> D-522327 breaths out calmly. Entity: We tackled her. And then, we beat her until she cried. Do you remember when we ripped off her fingernails, and she screamed! The guard tried to pull us off her, but we just kept hitting her and pulling out her hair. Then WE BROKE HER ARM! Subject: Stop it. Entity: Her arm broke so easily. Honestly, it was kinda disappointing. Subject: I said stop it. Entity: The guard eventually did his job, but even in his arms, we never stopped kicking. Do you think… we would have killed that poor little bitch if the guard hadn't shown up? Subject: She wasn't a bitch. She was the victim! Entity: Our victim! Subject: You know what-! Subject takes a moment to calm herself. Subject: I'm leaving to go find Joseph. Entity: Oh oh oh, don't go so soon. D-522327 turns away from the Entity and begins to walk away. Entity: I know where Joseph is! A light snaps on in front of D-522327 illuminating SCP-5223-1, who is bound on his knees. Entity: See? I told you! Would I lie to you? Subject: Who are you! What the hell did you do with him! Joseph, get up! SCP-5223-1 looks up at the subject. He appears to be terrified. Entity: I've been torturing him. <laughs> Subject: You, I'll kill you! Subject turns to face the Entity; though, it does not appear to be visible. Subject: Where did you go? Entity: It doesn't matter Subject: It, uh. Entity: I'm gonna go bash in Joseph's teeth now, and you're going to watch me. Subject: I'm gonna go bash in Joseph's teeth now. Subject moves toward SCP-5223-1 aggressively and knees SCP-5223-1 in the face. SCP-5223-1: <groans in pain> Kid, I don't know what in the flying fuck is going on, but you better stop! SCP-5223-1 spits a mixture of blood and teeth onto the floor in front of D-522327 Entity: He doesn't need eyes, does he? Subject: You don't need eyes. D-522327 proceeds to plant one thumb in each of SCP-5223-1's eyes and gouge them out. SCP-5223-1 screams in pain. Blood drips from both eye sockets, and he looks up at the subject in fear. SCP-5223-1: Help me! Fuck, Help me! Let me out! Sammy, I'm so sorry. I just wanted to help people! I don't want to die here. Entity: I wonder what the inside of his stomach looks like? D-522327 then pulls a knife from an unknown location and guts SCP-5223-1, who screams for a while before bleeding out. The lights fade. The only sound that can be heard is the light breathing for the subject. D-522327 Log: Right so, I passed out. Joseph thinks that I was probably just dehydrated, but it's still a little weird that it happened right before a big door. Oh yea, the door didn't have anything behind it either, so that was pretty boring, but I guess no different than anything else we've seen. You know, you get used to body odor after a while. I had always wondered how people dealt with it before deodorant. Guess they just got used to it. I do still think that it's a weird choice of Joseph's truck to offer us food, but not a nice shower. I mean, it's been months, and we haven't seen anything even remotely close to a bathroom(well, kitchens, but those don't really count). Video Log: D-522327's camera starts and records for approximately one hour while SCP-5223-1 and the subject walk in silence before SCP-5223-1 speaks. SCP-5223-1: Kid, I've been thinking. Subject: Yea Joseph, what's up? SCP-5223-1: I really miss cheeseburgers. Subject: Hey, it's your car. If you want a cheeseburger, make it happen. SCP-5223-1: <laughs> It may be my truck, but it's your mind. Subject: I guess, Is that really how this place works? SCP-5223-1: I'm not one-hundred percent on it, but that does seem to be the theme. The fears here always reflect the people who come here. I guess the rest of the place might reflect the person as well. Subject: Oh. SCP-5223-1: You must be pretty messed up. SCP-5223-1 stops walking and turns to face the subject. SCP-5223-1: Alright, time to come clean, kid. What's your damage. SCP-5223-1 flashes a smile, turns, and continues to walk. Subject: Nothing really, not anymore anyway. I got diagnosed with schizophrenia when I was a kid, but after medication and treatment, I was fine. SCP-5223-1: Woah, what's that like? Subject: Uh, I'd rather not talk about it if that's fine with you. SCP-5223-1: Sure, I guess. Hey, we should think about getting a camp set up, maybe start a fire? I'm pretty wiped. Subject: Sounds good, Joseph. SCP-5223-1 and D-522327 continue down the corridor for a few more minutes before rounding a corner. Both start to try doors at random until one opens. Subject: Haha, I win! Joseph, we got a door over here. SCP-5223-1: Good job, kid. The subject enters a large classroom. Bookbags and overturned chairs lie scattered on the floor. SCP-5223-1 begins to rummage through bags. Subject: So, what's with solving peoples' fears? Seems a little weird to me. SCP-5223-1: You know, I was thinking about that earlier too. You reading my mind or something? Subject: Great minds think alike. have you found anything? SCP-5223-1: Here! SCP-5223-1 pulls a small package of candy out of a bag and tosses it to the subject, who catches it and sits in at a desk. SCP-5223-1: You really want to hear the story? Subject: I- story? I thought maybe this place was a manifestation of- well, whatever. If you've got a story, you might as well share it. SCP-5223-1: Ok now, don't tell Dr.Baker I said this. She hasn't even heard this story before. My truck didn't always use to be this cool <laughs>. My daughter, Sammy, and I used to travel a lot. We were in Scotland; at this time, I didn't actually own a car; and this old guy comes up to me and offers me an old Chevy from the war in exchange for lunch and a good story. It was a bit of a beater, and it took about three months to even get the thing to start, but I did it. Subject: So a guy you didn't know just gave you a magical truck? SCP-5223-1: It wasn't magical when I bought it, and we'll get to the "magical" part later on! When we got back to America, I found my wife with another man. I left her there and then, moved out west a ways(not too far, it would have been mean to keep Sammy away from her mom), and started a new life. For the next few months, me and Sammy worked on that truck, put everything we had into it. I remember the only things she'd loved to do was play soccer, explorer, and work on the truck. Well, we got the truck up and running. And then about a month later, I got a call from the courts. My ex-wife wanted full custody of Sammy. There wasn't much I could do about it because the women do tend to make out like bandits on these kinds of things, but I still got to see Sammy every other weekend. Subject: Joseph, that's awf- SCP-5223-1: Yea, I thought it sucked dick too. That's why I started drinking. SCP-5223-1 breathes out heavily. SCP-5223-1: Oh right, I started gambling too. Honestly, it got pretty scary at times. I stopped being to tell where I was or what day it was. The only thing I could think about was when I'd get to Sammy next. I mean, she was my whole world. Every other weekend I'd get to drive Sammy to and from soccer practice. Well, um, it made me feel better, but that didn't stop the drinking. One weekend, I was driving Sammy to practice. I was pretty drunk. A car flew out of a side street and T-boned us. Sammy uh she SCP-5223-1 becomes choked up. SCP-5223-1: Well, she didn't make it. She died at the hospital later that evening. I got put in jail for a few days, and the rest of my life just fell to pieces. I was listless, spent most of my days sleeping. Subject: Joseph, I-I don't know what to say. SCP-5223-1 stares contemplatively into the darkness for a while before continuing. SCP-5223-1: At this point, I was flat broke, no money for booze, to scared to kill myself, and I really needed a reason to keep ongoing. I didn't have anywhere to go, no job, so I thought, "Hey, I should go see what work I can get done on that old truck, maybe sell it for scrap." I went out to the garage, it was in shambles after the accident, and I don't ever remember really working on it. I just stood around and thought about Sammy. I got so obsessed with looking at the thing, I started sleeping in the garage, and when winter came around, I started sleeping in the truck. It was a few months into sleeping in the truck, and I felt this weird sensation like I was driving. I opened my eyes, and suddenly, Sammy was sitting next to me in the passenger seat of the car. She opened the door and stepped out into a great, stone corridor, much bigger than the one that we were in before. Where, normally, I'd see elaborate stone carvings, there was rubble. Same as everyone else, we walked through the corridor entering rooms. There is only one fear of mine that I never beat: death. Subject: Woah. SCP-5223-1: Yea. From that moment, I've been inexplicably tethered to this truck and the world inside of it. And hey, I never went back to drinking.<laughs> SCP-5223-1 and D-522327 sit for another hour in silence before the camera suddenly shuts off D-522327 Log: Sorry, Dr. Baker, I haven't written anything in like, I dunno, a few months (maybe a year). Most of this notebook is just filled with the tally of the number of times I've slept (I figure that's about a day's time). Nothing important has happened. I'm just trying not to be boarded. I am getting fucking fit with all this walking, though, so that's pretty sweet. It's been another month. We found a door. Camera on. Video Log: Subject's mother: Sarah! Get up, sweetie. Time for breakfast! Subject: Coming mom! Subject gets out of bed and runs to the kitchen. Subject: Morning. What's breakfast? Subject's mother: We are doing leftover cake from last night. Subject: Nice. D-522327's mother places a plate of cake in front of her along with a fork. The subject begins to eat. Subject: This is really good! I haven't eaten anything in a few days, so cake is a nice change of pace. Subject's mother: I'm sure that's been rough. Subject: Rough? Subject's mother: Walking for that long has got to be pretty difficult, especially with no food. Subject: I'm conf- mom? Subject's mother: Yes? Subject: Have you ever felt like something's out of place? Like you have memories that are only half true but at the same time… Subject's mother: You have to finish your breakfast, sweetie: school starts soon. Subject: You aren't listening to me, are you? Subject's mother: Of course I am, but scho- Subject: Hold it, have your eyes always been that shade of blue. Subject's mother: Would they have changed? The subject grumbles quietly about something indistinguishable. She turns back to the table, on which rests a small metal trash can. The subject opens the can, removes a slice of cake, and proceeds to eat. Subject: No, something's definitely different with your eyes, mom. Maybe your contacts change? Subject's mother: I didn't change a thing. Speaking of which, did you remember to take your new medication? Subject: I don't take any medicine. Subject's mother turns toward her. Both of her eyes have now been replaced with a blank patch of flesh. Subject's mother: I SAID TAKE YOUR FUCKING MEDICINE SARAH!! Subject:<laughs> Probably not, but whatever. I'm going to school now. Oh and, I know you aren't really, so you can cut the shit. Subject exits the room through a door to her right and steps out into a stone corridor. Joseph: Where have you been? I was so worried! Subject: I was in there <points to the door through which she just exited>. I'm not quite sure how I got in there, but I think I beat a fear, so that's cool. Joseph: Well, as long as you're safe, that's fine. Camera turns off. D-522327 Log: Welp, That's my first fear down! Honestly, I thought we'd have seen it sooner, but hey, I can't really complain. Maybe it's just because it's been a really long time, but I feel like we've been through a few more doors than I remember. I asked Joseph, but he won't give me a straight answer. Something's up with Joseph. It's been a full week since the last door, and I haven't seen him eat once. He's got to be getting hungry. Something is wrong with Joseph's eyes. Video Log: SCP-5223-1 can be seen sitting in front of a fire. His back is turned to the camera, and he is speaking in tongues. Subject: Joseph, I know something's wrong. You haven't been eating, and you look sick. SCP-5223-1 does not respond. Subject: Come on, you have to tell me if something's wrong! SCP-5223-1: Should've… Subject: Should've what? Joseph, you're freaking me out. I can't make it through this place without you! SCP-5223-1: Should've… Should've The subject becomes audibly distressed. Subject: Is this about Sammy? Y-you can talk to me if something's wrong. SCP-5223-1: You should've taken your medicine. Subject: What? SCP-5223-1 turns toward the subject. Except for a mouth, he has no face. SCP-5223-1 springs from a sitting position and lands on top of D-522327. Subject: What are you doing! Joseph, help! The camera flickers suddenly. D-522327 is now standing in a well-lit stone corridor in front of a large stone door. Subject: Ah! Wha-? SCP-5223-1: What's up? Subject: I think I just spaced out. SCP-5223-1: The stress getting to you or something? It's just a door. Disregarding SCP-5223-1, the subject pushes open the door. Subject: You know, these doors are getting pretty annoying. SCP-5223-1: Nothing behind this one either? Shame. Well, whatever. Shut off the camera. Camera turns off. D-522327 Log: It's been a few more weeks. This might sound crazy, but I don't think that Joseph attacking me was in my head. I was looking through the notebook, and I found notes about Joseph acting weird in my handwriting. I don't remember writing them. If that was really and I somehow just didn't realize does that mean that I killed Joseph? I don't want to think about it. I guess if it didn't happen, you wouldn't get the footage. Can I check the footage? I don't want to mess it up. Dr. Baker, if you could get us out of here, that'd be nice. I want to leave now. It's been months. Joseph and I don't talk much anymore. I don't think we need to. It's almost like I can read his mind, and he can read mine. I think I really would have died in here without him. Anyway, we found another door. Video Log: SCP-5223-1: Fourth times a charm. Subject: That was a weak joke. SCP-5223-1: Ok, smartass. SCP-5223-1 laughs and assures D-522327 that he is joking. Both stand around for a moment as if to mentally prepare for opening the door. SCP-5223-1: That's enough standing around. <sighs> D-522327 opens the door and steps out into a large open room Subject: Finally, a thing that isn't a hallway. The subject walks forward a few steps. Subject: Hey. Joseph? D-522327 turns around. As she turns, the room fades into blackness. Subject: What happened to the room? The subject looks around the now empty space for a few minutes. She attempts to take a step forward without success. Subject: Joseph? The camera view shudders and distorts. Subject: Hello, Anyone? Hey, this isn't funny! Joseph, I-I can't stand anymore. The floor is gone. Joseph? Joseph? Joseph, please. Joseph, don't leave me here. The camera dies. Afterword: The series of events that take place directly after D-522327's body camera dies is unknown. D-522327 does not write in the recovered notebook after that time. During this test, it appears that SCP-5223 had an effect on the perceived time of both SCP-5223-1 and D-522327. D-522327 experienced Approximately three years in SCP-5223's pocket dimension, while only 30 minutes elapsed for Foundation staff. SCP-5223-1 returns to Foundation Site-██. Rather than returning to its containment chamber, however, SCP-5223-1 uses SCP-5223's teleportation ability to gain access to Dr. Baker's, who was not present at the time of this event, office. SCP-5223-1 then teleports out of the facility and to an, as of yet, unknown location. Several documents are missing from Dr. Baker's office, including D-522327's medical file and files regarding the investigations into the whereabouts of many D-class test subjects release by SCP-5223-1 from Site-██.D-522327's body camera and notebook are found sitting on what is left of Dr. Baker's desk. A sheet of ruled paper(presumably torn from D-522327's notebook) is resting on top of the notebook. On the paper is scrawled a note: "I would never leave her." SCP-5223 is yet to be located. The creation of one Mobile Task Force Aleph-0(A unit explicitly designed for the capture and subsequent recapture of SCP-5223) is pending approval. Until Aleph-0's approval, Foundation field operatives are to conduct individual investigations at their leisure should they have reason to suspect that SCP-5223 is within their jurisdiction. Likewise, this document is to be updated upon Aleph-0's approval. Footnotes 1. At this time, it is not fully understood where or how SCP-5223 ascertains the phobias of those it encounters. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5223" by Alex Warbacher, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5223. 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:oldman.png Author: Alex Warbacher License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: http://www.scpwiki.com/scp-5223
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SCP-5224: Hecking Frogs by Sebarus ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5224 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5224 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5224 is held in a waterless terrarium otherwise suited for amphibians. SCP-5224 is never to come within 100 meters of water. Frogs created by SCP-5224 must be terminated and disposed of per standard biological waste disposal methods. Description: SCP-5224 is a female marsh frog (Pelophylax ridibundus). It does not experience senescence, and it does not need to eat, drink or breathe. If SCP-5224 croaks within 100 meters from a body of water, it will start to go through eutrophication,1 and additional members of the order Anura2 will begin to manifest within it. Said frogs will always be native to the area, and the rate of frogs produced is 5000 per 1 cubic meter per second. This will continue until SCP-5224 stops croaking. After manifestation, produced frogs will instantly head towards the nearest site of plant agriculture. Upon arrival, they will begin to consume insect life at a rate that is highly damaging to the ecological balance of the region. Aside from this and their method of creation, produced frogs are non-anomalous. ▶ Addendum 5224.1 ◀ ▼ Close ▼ Incident Report 5224.1: On 29/01/21, a peregrine falcon holding a clay pot materialized in SCP-5224's containment chamber. It dropped the pot, grabbed SCP-5224, and disappeared. Upon inspection, carvings on the pot were found to contain a message written in hieroglyphic script: Apologies for any problems my wife might have caused. Sent our son to fetch her. She's been a little confused ever since the days of Babylon when she became associated with plagues instead of fertility and crops. If y'all could stop changing our domains, that'd be appreciated. With love, Khnum. Investigation into the whereabouts of SCP-5224 is ongoing. Footnotes 1. A process in which excessive growth of algae in water is caused by overt amounts of minerals and nutrients. 2. Frogs.
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SCP-5224: Hecking Frogs by Sebarus ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5224 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5224 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5224 is held in a waterless terrarium otherwise suited for amphibians. SCP-5224 is never to come within 100 meters of water. Frogs created by SCP-5224 must be terminated and disposed of per standard biological waste disposal methods. Description: SCP-5224 is a female marsh frog (Pelophylax ridibundus). It does not experience senescence, and it does not need to eat, drink or breathe. If SCP-5224 croaks within 100 meters from a body of water, it will start to go through eutrophication,1 and additional members of the order Anura2 will begin to manifest within it. Said frogs will always be native to the area, and the rate of frogs produced is 5000 per 1 cubic meter per second. This will continue until SCP-5224 stops croaking. After manifestation, produced frogs will instantly head towards the nearest site of plant agriculture. Upon arrival, they will begin to consume insect life at a rate that is highly damaging to the ecological balance of the region. Aside from this and their method of creation, produced frogs are non-anomalous. ▶ Addendum 5224.1 ◀ ▼ Close ▼ Incident Report 5224.1: On 29/01/21, a peregrine falcon holding a clay pot materialized in SCP-5224's containment chamber. It dropped the pot, grabbed SCP-5224, and disappeared. Upon inspection, carvings on the pot were found to contain a message written in hieroglyphic script: Apologies for any problems my wife might have caused. Sent our son to fetch her. She's been a little confused ever since the days of Babylon when she became associated with plagues instead of fertility and crops. If y'all could stop changing our domains, that'd be appreciated. With love, Khnum. Investigation into the whereabouts of SCP-5224 is ongoing. Footnotes 1. A process in which excessive growth of algae in water is caused by overt amounts of minerals and nutrients. 2. Frogs.
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The Abyss Stares Back Written by: XilasCrowe and Deadly Bread Wherein, indeed [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} close Info X The Abyss Stares Back Written by: XilasCrowe and Deadly Bread More from this axolotl Less from this axolotl Stuff I did SCP-3529 Rating: 363 Comments: 35 SCP-4332 Rating: 132 Comments: 27 SCP-4663 Rating: 100 Comments: 13 SCP-1143 Rating: 100 Comments: 23 SCP-3684 Rating: 95 Comments: 29 SCP-2454 Rating: 74 Comments: 10 SCP-5588 Rating: 45 Comments: 6 Changes All That Is Around Me Rating: 45 Comments: 7 Don't Forget The Dead Rating: 32 Comments: 3 More from this Loaf Less from this Loaf 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 » 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-5993 We want you to come visit Heaven, just don't fuck with those bees ch00bakka SCP-5785 Craptivism Sonderance SCP-5225 The Abyss Stares Back XilasCrowe SCP-4733 But Not Forgotten Lamentte Tales Page Co-Author Snippets of an Unveiled World Nykacolaquantum does not match any existing user name, Lt Flops, IFBench, Westrin Gone, Lamentte Check out Deadly Bread's Author Page i have no idea Credits to TheBlueHour does not match any existing user name, not-a-seagull does not match any existing user name, Nameless Mediocre, LiterallyMechanical Image Credits – hide block header.png was modeled by Xilas and then edited by Bread. elevator.png can be found here and is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0. Edits made by Bread. military.png can be found here and has been released into the public domain. BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 4/5225 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. ► INPUT LEVEL 4/5225 SECURITY CREDENTIALS ◄ ▼ DECRYPTION KEY ACCEPTED. WELCOME RESEARCHER ▼ Item#: 5225 Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo Structure formed during a 5225/Obelisk-Event, prior to the Anchor's neutralization. Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-5225 is organically self-contained, no additional containment procedures are necessary. 5225/Obelisk-Events outside of controlled testing are to be halted as quickly as possible. Lethal force is authorized. 5225/Obelisk constructions are to be monitored by a minimum of four memetic surveillance complexes.1 If an SCP-5225-1 construct is able to breach more easily accessible regions of the Noosphere, MTF-Nu-π ("Sphere of Influence") is to be mobilized to terminate the construct. If any uncontained 5225/Obelisk-Event advances to a 5225/Monolith-Event, Project NEON SILENCE is to be activated. At least three Hyperon-Morpheus Entropy-Subconceptualization Cannons2 are to target the Monolith Anchor and eliminate it. Following the Anchor's removal, MTF-Nu-π is to enter the Monolith and trigger a conceptostructural collapse. Description: SCP-5225 is an artistic constructohazard that is biologically self-contained within an organically inaccessible region of the Noosphere. Prior to its discovery and subsequent expansion, SCP-5225 was only accessible to mechanized organisms and experimental artificial intelligence. Since then, SCP-5225 has expanded to approximately 174.8% its original size, resulting in the partial assimilation of sections of the Noosphere pertaining to visual abstraction, conjecture, and metacognition. While SCP-5225 is physically incapable of being accessed by any biological entity under normal circumstances, it can be forcibly breached via experimental paratechnologies. Once an individual or intelligence accesses SCP-5225, they are designated the Anchor of the ensuing 5225/Obelisk-Event. Obelisk-Events occur entirely within the Noosphere, slowly spreading outward from the Anchor. Once in this stage, SCP-5225's influence is capable of spreading through physical, mental, or conceptual proximity to the Anchor. SCP-5225 typically prioritizes the artistic elements of its host, spreading first to nearby concepts and abstractum that more closely resonate with the Anchor's idea of creativity. Once SCP-5225/Obelisk expands beyond the Anchor, it will begin generating a number of structures within Noosphereic space around the Anchor, linking the connections together. Despite existing entirely within the Noosphere, these structures are pseudo-physical, and can be mentally interacted with by those with mental proximity to the Anchor. As time progresses, the Obelisk will spread and grow into a conceptoconstruct roughly resembling a mental city. At this point the Anchor is unable to exit SCP-5225, and is repurposed into a type of mental conception engine, powering the construct. After an Obelisk has infected a certain number of concepts,3 it will undergo a conceptual relativity collapse, and cause a 5225/Monolith-Event. Monolith events are characterized by the sudden breaching of the structures created during the previous 5225/Obelisk-Event into physical reality. As soon as a 5225/Monolith-Event begins, the Anchor's physical form is pulled entirely into the Noosphere. As time passes, the Monolith will expand farther into physical reality, spreading to nearby abstractum rapidly, converting them into additional Sub-Anchors. If this expansion is not obstructed, the Monolith will soon exist within both the Noosphere and reality simultaneously, allowing physical entry to the Noosphere. As this occurs, consensus reality gradually becomes disrupted, no longer adhering to natural laws, but instead following dream-like logic. Exploration reveals that the structures within the Monolith are typically not geometrically possible, physically manifesting as higher dimensional objects in three, two, and even one dimensional space, as well as creating both negative and anti-dimensional objects and concepts. The materials used within the Monolith are rarely physically existent, instead being composed purely of ideas and abstractions, rendered corporeal. Addendum.5225.1: Existing Monolith Constructs. At present there are three uncontainable Monolith in existence, with an additional two being suspended in their initial state within Foundation custody. These 5225/Monolith-Events occurred rapidly, and were either able to evolve to a point where the H/M E-SCCs were unable to neutralize them, or affect concepts that rendered them immune. The H/M E-SCCs were, however, able to sever the Monolith's connections to estranged concepts, rendering them incapable of spreading further. These Monolith have since relocated and continued to grow, sustaining themselves entirely on original concepts and obscuring themselves from traditional observational reality, making additional containment measures unnecessary. Explorations into these Monolith were attempted, but they were unable to be breached. Designation: SCP-5225/Monolith-Δ Anchor: MARDUK.AIC Date of 5225/Obelisk-Event: 04/01/1986 Date of 5225/Monolith-Event: 04/03/1986 Affected concepts and abstractum: 42,137 Location: Currently within High Earth Orbit. This orbit grows by approximately 2-3% each rotation. Creation: MARDUK.AIC was originally designed to be a Virtual Intelligence Coordinator, assisting in and developing virtual scenarios for the purposes of training both Mobile Task Forces and future O5s. Part of its duties included theorizing potential K-Class Scenarios and developing appropriate countermeasures. On 03/29/1986, it became infected with an unknown memetic hazard, believed to have been created or accessed as part of these duties. Due to the unknown severity of the hazard, containment efforts were rushed. Improper shutdown procedures paired with the unknown anomaly caused MARDUK.AIC to undergo spontaneous evolution, breaching into SCP-5225 and causing a rapid Obelisk-Event. Over the course of the next two hours, the Obelisk rapidly spread to over 5,000 concepts and abstractum, significantly faster than any other known event. Within two days, MARDUK.AIC had undergone conceptual singularic collapse, advancing to a 5225/Monolith-Event. Now designated Monolith-Δ, it proceeded to lift itself out of the site, taking the majority of the facility and surrounding environment with it. It continued to gain altitude, leaving the atmosphere and advancing into space. Notes: SCP-5225/Monolith-Δ is spherical in form, with a indeterminate number of smaller spheres orbiting around it, interconnected via a series of shifting helical tunnels. The center sphere is approximately 2,000 kilometers in diameter, with the smaller sphere ranging from .5 to 200 kilometers. These spheres constantly shift around in a massive kinetoglyph, creating a multilayered observational barrier around itself and generating massive amount of internal energy. The area outside the inner sphere is surrounded by a localized, high-intensity cosmic storm, generating a number of interlocking wormholes and micro-singularities. Designation: SCP-5225/Monolith-Θ Anchor: Unknown Date of 5225/Obelisk-Event: N/A Date of 5225/Monolith-Event: N/A Affected concepts and abstractum: 214,491 Location: 82 kilometers under the crust, centered beneath the Yosemite supercaldera. Creation: Unknown Notes: While the origins of SCP-5225/Monolith-Θ are unknown, it is hypothesized to have accessed SCP-5225 through extradimensional means. It is the only known biological Monolith in existence, appearing as a formation of tubules and ventricles that cover approximately 74.2% of the Earth's mantle and core. Monolith-Θ is in perpetual motion, vibrating at a constant frequency of 172 hertz. SCP-5225/Monolith-Θ's other physical properties fluctuate constantly, with its state of matter, gravitational pull, spatial perception, and temporal significance regularly shifting. Traces of Monolith-Θ have also been confirmed on at least six separate exoplanets, despite an estimated distance of 770 light years between the nearest affected exoplanet and Earth. Designation: SCP-5225/Monolith-Ψ Anchor: Estimated 18 members of GOI-004 "The Church of the Broken God" Date of 5225/Obelisk-Event: N/A Date of 5225/Monolith-Event: 08/16/2004 Affected concepts and abstractum: ≈24,500*18 Location: The primary Anchor is currently located at both the North and South magnetic poles. Creation: While the specifics regarding SCP-5225/Monolith-Ψ's creation are unconfirmed, it is believed to have been formed during an advanced Mekanite planar communion ritual. A significant number of physically altered Mekanites fused together in a massive array, creating a semi-intelligent hive-mind, which began broadcasting an interplanar energy signal. The intended purpose of this signal is unknown. Immediately following the broadcast, SCP-5225/Monolith-Δ created a conceptual link between it and the array of Mekanites, forcing all participants into SCP-5225. During this process, they were fused into a singular, multi-personality hive-mind, increasing the spread of SCP-5225 to nearby concepts and abstractum upwards of 697% faster than SCP-5225's normal infection rate. Due to its possession of multiple Anchors, the H/M E-SCCS were unable to effectively neutralize SCP-5225/Monolith-Ψ. This, paired with SCP-5225/Monolith-Δ's interference, caused SCP-5225/Monolith-Ψ to completely bypass the Obelisk phase of SCP-5225 exposure, expanding exponentially as each Anchor affected new concepts and reinforced their sibling Anchor's hold. Notes: SCP-5225/Monolith-Ψ resembles two massive clock faces, located at the North and South magnetic poles, each approximately 50 kilometers in diameter and sunk about 2 kilometers into the ground. The majority of the mental constructs are found beneath the clock hands, which spin opposite each other, leveling the buildings with each pass. These hands do not move at the traditional speed of clock hands, but vary between rotation times of .0082 seconds to an estimated 22 million years. Above the clocks hover in excess of 50 billion gears and cogs, all of which have been observed to rotate within at least five dimensions simultaneously. Upon every completed rotation of the clock faces every gear ceases its movement, and falls to the clock face for several minutes, growing an additional tooth before rising back up into the air and resuming its rotation. Addendum.5225.2: Exploration of SCP-5225 On 04/23/2007, an attempted interplanar exploration of SCP-5225 was conducted following the approval of Procedure 5225/Nu-Omicron by the O5 Council. Utilizing newly developed Noospheric Sub-Ego Resonance Cascade technology, a conceptual tear could be channeled through an individual vulnerable to SCP-5225 infection. D-4966, who was an acclaimed pianist known for her classical adaptations prior to her incarceration, was chosen to be the induction catalyst of Procedure Nu-Omicron due to her intimate connection to the musical arts. During this time, D-4966 was monitored by several surveillance meme complexes for potential SCP-5225 infection progression, upon which would trigger the release of a virulent meme within D-4966's brain, preventing further 5225/Obelisk development. Forward: D-4966 was connected to the S-EBRE,4 and placed in the center of a large empty room. Several Type III Ocular Extensions were set up around D-4966, in order to view the Noosphere and determine the optimal point of MTF-Nu-π insertion. A number of musical instruments were placed around D-4966 in order to provide easier and more predictable vectors of spread. Various other art supplies were similarly provided. [BEGIN LOG] 00.00.00: The S-EBRE is activated, breaching SCP-5225 and giving D-4966 access. D-4966 is now designated A/Obelisk-Nu. 00.15.10: Several piano keys are visible hovering in the distance. They appear to depress at a steady rhythm. 00.44.57: A/Obelisk-Nu accelerates towards the keys, impacting the corner of the nearest key. The left side of A/Obelisk-Nu liquefies upon contact. 01.30.18: The liquefied organic matter develops tumorous growths resembling trumpet horns. The growths latch onto A/Obelisk-Nu, exsanguinating it before wilting. The trumpets liquefy once more, reforming A/Obelisk-Nu's missing flesh. 02.11.46: A/Obelisk-Nu plummets downwards, falling through the horn of a clarinet and exiting through the reed and into an elevator. The elevator remains stationary for several minutes while A/Obelisk-Nu lays in the fetal position. Image recovered from Procedure 5225/Nu-Omicron. 05.34.02: The elevator jolts and begins moving. Throughout the elevator ride, observers report the scent of brass despite a lack of Olfactory Extensions. A/Obelisk-Nu is observed shifting dimensions on four occasions, in addition to completely disappearing for several hours before reappearing. 11.09.28: The elevator ceases movement. A/Obelisk-Nu passes incorporeally through the doors revealing a large rope bridge constructed of ivory and string extending from the elevator to a distant skyscraper. A sea of molten brass is visible far under the bridge. 13.29.42: A/Obelisk-Nu steps onto the bridge, the string immediately snapping. A/Obelisk-Nu remains fused to the bridge as it swings towards the skyscraper, impacting the structure. Upon impact, A/Obelisk-Nu detaches from the bridge, falling into a large pile of shattered string instruments. The pile appears to be in the shape of Billy Joel. 18.52.19: The pile begins speaking to A/Obelisk-Nu, although no sound is audible from the figure. A/Obelisk-Nu then picks up a shattered violin bow, which it uses to completely bisect itself. The Billy Joel caricature appears to laugh. 26.07.18: The sky above A/Obelisk-Nu bends, then shatters. Millions of piano keys begin to fall from between the cracks. Where these keys make contact with each other they stop in midair, and begin to spiral inwards. As the collections of keys grow they begin to burst into golden flames, which stretch between other collections like a massive spiderweb. 31.45.19: Two large ivory skyscrapers spout from the bisected regions of A/Obelisk-Nu. The buildings continue to rise unimpaired for several hours before impacting, with both structures toppling 360° through the ground and impacting an additional building. The third building swells, then bursts. Liquid glass pours through the now empty windows and climbs into the air, solidifying into fountains of solid glass that tie A/Obelisk-Nu's body back together. 36.38.42: Thousands of strings manifest in the air around A/Obelisk-Nu, and begin to wrap around it. They begin to cut into its skin, causing massive explosions of molten brass to burst from the cuts. The brass travels down the strings, solidifying them in the air and branching off into flowers, which spiral towards both the ground and sky. 40.18.26: A/Obelisk-Nu's epidermis becomes yellow in sheen before its tear ducts begin violently spraying molten brass into the surroundings. The molten brass appears to impact previously incorporeal structures, coating them in molten brass and ivory. These structures appear to be mostly interconnected stairways, circular hallways, and fourth-dimensional doorways. It was at this point that surveillance meme complexes attempted to neutralize A/Obelisk-Nu to no effect. 40.23.51: Several large interlocking halos appear around A/Obelisk-Nu. It waves its arms, and the halos fly in all directions. Where the halos impact surrounding objects they implode, liquifying the surroundings. A/Obelisk-Nu's body contorts and expands, separating at the joints. Appendages are now connected via violin strings, interlocking piano keys, and massive spikes of glowing glass. 40.30.27: A whirlpool appears in the molten sea beneath A/Obelisk-Nu. From its center begins to emerge a massive skyscraper, with various floors either missing or displaced, both temporally and physically. More skyscrapers emerge from beneath it, growing upwards in a massive spiraling flower. At this point the Ocular Extensions being used to view Obelisk-Nu overheated rapidly, and underwent emergency shutdown. The area was evacuated due to concerns of a potential 5225/Monolith-Event, and MTF-Nu-π began to prepare for insertion via the NS-ERC in order to terminate A/Obelisk-Nu. Video log: Obelisk-Nu termination Active MTF: MTF-Nu-π ("Sphere of Influence") Participating members: -1 ("Bean"), -4 ("Pumpkin"), -5 ("Key Lime"), -7 ("Cherry"), -9 ("Apple"), -12 ("Banana") Forward: Utilizing the NS-ERC, MTF-Nu-π enter the Noosphere around Obelisk-Nu and proceed to locate and terminate the Anchor (A/Obelisk-Nu). Timestamps are continued from the previous log. Traditional audio is unavailable, yet present. [BEGIN LOG] 40.36.04: MTF-Nu-π manifest on the outskirts of Obelisk-Nu, atop a floating glass platform. The platform is covered with collections of piano keys, resembling crystalized plant growths. Directly in front of them is the elevator seen in the beginning of the previous log. Above their heads two massive sphere of golden fire expel an unknown liquid.5 MTF-Nu-π begin to travel towards the elevator. Image recovered from π-4's shoulder-mounted camera. 40.38.45: MTF-Nu-π enter the elevator, which closes and begins to descend. Every few seconds, the elevator stops and the walls disappear, revealing a different environment from behind each wall. Each of which contains either a garden, a city, or a mural of space, but are all unique in appearance. In the distance of each environment floats a singular, massive entity, comprised of various amalgamations of instruments and flowers. These entities are motionless, but get visibly closer each time the elevator descends. π-4 is audible humming "It's Not Unusual" by Tom Jones before being reprimanded by π-1. 41.58.32: The elevator stops, and MTF-Nu-π exits onto a shimmering bridge, which is suspended in the air via hundreds of rigid strings that emerge from the brass sea beneath it. As MTF-Nu-π travels down the bridge, the space behind them becomes distorted, with their footprints causing massive regions to be shunted violently in all directions. The elevator folds into itself, then shatters into an indeterminate number of flowering glass shards. The shards float along next to MTF-Nu-π, apparently escorting them along the bridge. 42.26.12: MTF-Nu-π reaches the end of the bridge, and enter the city. The glass that was following them begins to circle around the bridge rapidly, severing the strings. The bridge peels apart, and collapses upward into an iridescent whirlpool that appears in the sky. 42.32.45: MTF-Nu-π begins to navigate through the city. The ground appears to be a rough approximation of a road, and is made of a slick black material. Cracks in the material occasionally release an arching electric discharge. The surrounding buildings are observed to shift and bend at various angles, occasionally realigning themselves into the shape of musical notes. 42:59:01: π-1 stops the group, pointing ahead towards what appears to be a swirling mass of wooden debris and viscera,6 advancing towards them. MTF-Nu-π secure their facial shields and rush through the mass of debris. Footage of the debris storm is severely obscured, with only the whirling mass of splintered wood and blood visible. Obfuscated shouts are heard from various MTF members. 43:1:19: MTF-Nu-π exits the storm and appears standing on a wooden spiral staircase. Footage from π-9 is still obscured by whirling viscera and debris, despite having visibly exited the mass.7 π-5 and π-1 now possess nosebleeds, the blood being iridescent in color. MTF members deploy provided conceptual ear protection as a shrill whistling sound is heard. Despite prior training, π-5's conceptualization of ear protection takes the form of woolen earmuffs, requiring pressure from the agent's hands for additional sound insulation. π-9 possesses no visible ear protection. 43:27:31: MTF-Nu-π proceeds down the staircase, with steps rapidly decaying once unoccupied. π-4 continues humming and is once again requested to stop. Occasionally, the MTF are assaulted by piano keys launched from an unknown source. The staircase descends into a large empty space, completely dark apart from a bright light that begin emanating from the staircase. As MTF-Nu-π descends each step produces a different note, which echoes for seemingly several minutes before the next note begins. The melody matches that which π-4 was humming earlier. The notes carry particles of light with them, spiraling outwards into the darkness. 44.12.06: The darkness around the staircase fades away, revealing itself suspended high above a massive pyramid. Around the base of the pyramid are a variety of out of focus, dancing entities. The entities are blurred, but appear roughly humanoid, with their heads consisting of trumpet bells that extend many times longer than the rest of their bodies. Directly above the pyramid floats a massive cube, with each face rotating independently. Numerous strings extend from this cube, each entering the bell of one of the entities. The staircase disappears, and MTF-Nu-π spontaneously appear on the ground. 44.32.55: MTF-Nu-π walk towards the pyramid, and the entities vanish to reveal a small entryway. They find themselves in an octagonal room, with each wall being comprised of a Nth dimensional 12 sided mirror. Reflected in each mirror are several copies of MTF-Nu-π, all of which are nude and dancing slowly.8 A massive eyeball hovers within each reflection, staring straight down at the reflected Task Force. 44.36.01: A large number of perfectly white birds appear in the reflections, and begin to fly in circles around the dancers. After several rotations, one of the birds lands on the reflected π-4's head. The reflection's skin peels off, and the bird digs its claws into the skull and begins to fly upwards. As the bird flies higher, more of π-4's flesh sloughs off, until the bird is left carrying only her brain and spinal column. The bird flies into the pupil of the floating eyeball, and the rest of the birds begin to repeat this process to the other reflections. 44.44.21: π-4 raises her conceptualized firearm towards the eye, only to be dissuaded by π-1. MTF-Nu-π exit the room by incorporeally passing through the nearest mirror, entering a small garden. The garden appears to be covered by translucent vines, through which flow a pink liquid. Visible within the garden are several topiary bushes depicting various scenes observed during Procedure 5225/Nu-Omicron. Topiary bushes appear to be constructed of sapphire guitar picks and flutes. Surrounding the garden is a wall of hedges constructed of shattered glass and live bees. MTF-Nu-π locate the center of the maze, which consists of an industrial submarine hatch embedded within the clearing. Surrounding the clearing are topiary similar to those observed when entering the garden, although they now possess severe corrosive damage. Engraved in the hatch are various music notes, including four unrecognizable notations. The hatch is opened with relative ease, revealing a concrete chute that extends downward an indeterminate distance. 44.51.12: π-7 begins to climb into the chute, at which point the entrance vanishes. Gravity reverses, and the other members of MTF-Nu-π accelerate toward the sky rapidly. A large tornado appears above them, composed entirely of various music pieces and two physically manifested infohazards. Inside the center of the vortex is a large island. MTF-Nu-π do not impact the bottom of the island, but phase through it, falling to the ground once fully emerged from the island. π-7 is seen dropping from the bottom of the concrete chute, which emerges spontaneously from the empty sky9 above MTF-Nu-π. In front of MTF-Nu-π are four massive pillars, composed of glass, bronze, flayed flesh, and an amalgamation of musical instruments tied together with strings. Floating in the air between the pillars is A/Obelisk-Nu. A/Obelisk-Nu's body is entirely blackened and covered in a number of glowing thaumaturgic runes that dig into the space around them, twisting it inwards and expelling it from A/Obelisk-Nu's eyes. Several massive spiked halos surround A/Obelisk-Nu's head, extending into a swirling technicolor thundercloud beneath them, which constantly expels fire. A number of pure white birds are seen nesting around and inside each of the pillars, with their wings having been replaced by millions of small shards of molten glass. Beneath A/Obelisk-Nu sits a large marble fountain adored with several decorative cherubs. These cherubs are severely damaged, leaking a steady stream of crimson liquid. This substance flows freely around A/Obelisk-Nu, forming a spiral of liquid around its form. 45.36.43: The members of MTF-Nu-π each draw their conceptualized version of high-volume weaponry. π-1 targets A/Obelisk-Nu and -4, -5, -7, and -12 each target one of the four pillars.10 A/Obelisk-Nu begins to release a high pitched scream as its body fractures apart, fragments exploding outward, freezing in midair before exploding again. Gravity returns to normal and MTF-Nu-π fall back towards the ground. The birds nesting within the pillars take flight and begin to follow them. As MTF-Nu-π fall, the buildings beneath them begin to collapse. Glass shards begin to rain upwards, randomly phasing in and out of existence as they rise, becoming larger and more complex each time they reappear. The shards impact one another and explode into clouds of piano keys, which burst into flames. A deep thrumming is heard, matching the tunes hummed by π-4 earlier. This thrumming gets louder and more dissonant as MTF-Nu-π approaches the ground. MTF-Nu-π impact the ground, which folds and cracks beneath them. Upon impact, π-9's body instantaneously liquefies, while the rest of MTF-Nu-π sustain only minor injuries. Golden flames begin to seep from between the cracks, causing π-9's liquefied form to twist and cauterize, forming an amalgam of charred flesh vaguely resembling a grand piano. Thousands of disembodied hands emerge from the collapsing building, attempting to collectively push the ground back together. Where the fire makes contact with the hands they begin shrieking, before decaying into pools of brass, string, and luminescent flowers. The pyramid rises up from the center of the city, strings dragging the screaming trumpet-headed entities with it, many of which are on fire. MTF-Nu-π begin to run towards the bridge as the birds released from the pillars catch up with and begin to swarm them. The birds are dispatched by the MTF, although one of the birds catches π-12 on the shoulder and her flesh contorts and blooms, spreading apart and cascading recursively into itself. π-12 is unimpeded by this, and continues to run as the effect spreads across her entire body. The birds behind them begin to fall apart into piles of shattered piano keys and broken glass, releasing large bursts of cloud to ground lightning. MTF-Nu-π reach the bridge and begin to cross back to the elevator. They make it across when the bridge begins to tear and collapse into the molten brass surrounding it. The city is now engulfed in flame, and both the ground and sky begin to fold along the inside of a massive sphere. MTF-Nu-π quickly enter the elevator and begin their ascent. As the elevator ascends the entities seen during its descent emerge from the brass ocean, reaching and clawing for the elevator. They are unable to reach it, and scream as they each shatter into golden fragments of glassy light, which spiral down into the ocean and explode. The ground and sky continue to get closer to the elevator as the construct collapses in on itself. They impact the elevator and everything goes dark. 52.43.21: The elevator dings, and opens onto the glass platform MTF-Nu-π originally entered on. Above the platform floats a single piano key, dripping with golden fluid. The key depresses once and dissolves entirely. The dripping liquid forms a small pool, out of which grows a single white flower comprised of glass. The flower blooms, revealing D-4966's face in its center. The face sheds a single tear, and the flower and pool fade out of existence. 52.46.30: MTF-Nu-π contact Command, and are extracted from Obelisk-Nu. [END LOG] Afterward: π-9 did not appear with the rest of MTF-Nu-π, despite his presence throughout the footage. His whereabouts are currently unknown. π-12 reverted back to her normal physical state upon return, but was capable of replicating the bird's anomalous effects on her and those near her. π-12 was quarantined and screened for any additional anomalous effects or residual SCP-5225 connections. Further testing of SCP-5225 is prohibited. Footnotes 1. Abstract meme complexes contained within the upper metaphysical regions' Noosphere. These memes are formed from the consciousness of simple surveillance AI systems, due to their natural resistance to harmful memetic phenomena. 2. The H/M E-SCC is a conceptual superweapon. Located within the lower physical area of the Noosphere, they are capable of increasing the level of thought decay and information entropy around hyper-specific concepts within both the Noosphere and traditional reality, removing them from the human experience and rendering them sub-existent. Concepts and objects that experience this process are no longer capable of interacting mentally, physically, or conceptually with anything within the known universe. 3. The exact number is unknown, due to the inability of Foundation efforts to determine what the Anchor has linked too, and the infinite range which it exhibits when spreading. 4. Functioning as a sort of telepathic "battering ram," the Sub-Ego Base Resonance Engine allows cognizant entities to access regions of the Noosphere that are otherwise inaccessible or fundamentally abstruse. 5. This liquid was later reported by MTF-Nu-π to be liquified music, composed of a combination of Bach and Wagner 6. Later determined to be a physically manifested auditory cognitohazard. 7. π-9's camera was obscured for the remainder of the log. 8. Notably, π-9 does not appear in any of the reflections. 9. Previously the ground. 10. The four pillars were determined to be a crucial components of Obelisk-Nu, and it was suspected that the anomaly would not be neutralized unless the pillars were destroyed as well. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5225" by Deadly Bread and XilasCrowe, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5225. 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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by Ethagon Item#: 5226 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5226 will be contained in a standard humanoid containment chamber. Description: SCP-5226 is a 22-year-old student named Sandra Packwood. Any area visited by SCP-5226 is subject to modernization. What exactly this entails has yet to be established through testing after SCP-5226 is contained. Notice from the Explanation and Research Department Under the Trevisan-Ethics-Mandate as sanctioned by the Ethics Committee, this file was reviewed by the Explanation and Research Department and filed as a "potential anomaly". In its current state, this file does not provide sufficient evidence for anomalous behaviour. Therefore, Special Containment Procedures involving the Imprisonment of Sandra Packwood have been disallowed until this evidence is provided. — Thomas Weld, Director, ExaRD Internal Call between Head Researcher Roberts and ExaRD Director Weld <Begin Call> Weld: Is this about Sandra Packwood? Roberts: Yes? May I ask how you- Weld: (chuckles) We haven't really interacted with anyone else yet. The department is still in its infancy. Hence why you're speaking with the Director. Roberts: I would like to know why a department focused on explained anomalies is interested in the containment process. Weld: Preventive measures and ethical concerns. Roberts: You are aware that your preventive measures are actively hindering my team's containment efforts? Weld: I must hinder your efforts. Her containment can't be justified at this point. Roberts: The O5 Council would never sanction this. You are clearly overstepping your authority. Weld: (sighs) If we need to do it this way, fine. I already told you in my Notice about the Mandate this is based on. And the Council approved of my department request completely aware that we would not only reclassify to and reintegrate explained anomalies but also enforce this Mandate by reducing the amount of falsely classified human anomalies before the harm is done. Same thing here. Sandra Packwood could just as well have a completely mundane influence on her surroundings. Roberts: And what if you are wrong? What if we are dealing with an anomaly? Weld: Well, we won't know until you do more research. <End Call> Observation Log: Affected by the anomaly Modernization SCP-5226 before observation SCP-5226 makes use of contact lenses, a smartwatch, and a pacemaker. Neighboorhood of SCP-5226 Approximately 70% of Incandescent light bulbs were replaced by LED's. Lecture hall of SCP-5226 Additionally to the blackboard, a smartboard has been installed in the hall and replaced the old overhead projector. University Management After the retirement of the previous president, the position was taken over by a more progressive person. Campus All Clocks have been replaced by digital versions. Campus A substantial above-average amount of smokers have switched to e-cigarettes. Lecture management A significant amount of lectures have been replaced by online lectures. Hospital1 Usage of experimental treatments and artificial limbs has increased significantly. SCP-5226 SCP-5226 decided to have a micro-chip2 implanted in her hand. Landfills and trash With the town's increased usage of electronic devices the volume of electronic waste has increased as well. Due to prior inexperience, a lot of this waste is not processed correctly.3 Demographic The town shows signs of a demographic shift with more and more investors taking an interest in the town and original inhabitants beginning to look for a new place of residence. Internal Call between Head Researcher Roberts and ExaRD Director Weld <Begin Call> Weld: No, Hewlett, I haven't gotten around to- Roberts: This is Roberts, speaking. Weld: Ah, sorry about that. I take it you want my permission to imprison Ms Packwood? Roberts: To contain her. Yes. Weld: I can't allow that. Roberts: I said it before, but now you are definitely hindering Foundation operations. Were my team's observations not enough for you? Weld: They weren't. And don't act like I completely shut you down. There's plenty of other ways to contain a maybe anomaly besides imprisonment. Roberts: There is no "maybe" anomaly. Either something is anomalous or it is not. Weld: Then tell me what you actually know. What exactly is the anomaly? Roberts: The current theory is that SCP-5226 either compels people to be more modern or that we are dealing with probabilistic manipulation towards more modern outcomes. Weld: So compulsion and probability manipulation? Exactly these are the fields with the most falsely classified anomalies. So my point stands. Roberts: But surely you can see, that this amount of modernization is clearly past the norm. Weld: It isn't if you have a management that desires things to be changed. Like the university's president. Roberts: I can, to a degree, understand that. Although it would be remiss of me to not point out the strain this has put their budget under. But those were hardly the most blatant examples. Weld: Let's go through the more "blatant" things then. First off, the microchip. Nothing unusual here. Sarah Packwood fits the clientele, that would unlock their house door or pay with their hand at the price of having an otherwise harmless chip injected. Roberts: And the waste problem? The shift in demographic? Weld: Both of these are just obvious consequences from this recent turnaround to a more modern approach to things. I'm not even sure why you listed these. Perfectly normal problems for a town in this situation. Roberts: But you don't have a town suddenly decide to have a "modern turnaround". People do not collectively start using LEDs on the same day and a hospital does not simply decide to switch to experimental treatments. It is the range and the extremes that make this troubling. Not all change is for the better, Director Weld. Weld: I'll admit, that's a bit unusual, but it's not enough to make me falter. 10 seconds of silence Roberts: (sighs) I understand that it's hard to see how often we rip people out of their normal lives, but you have to see that you are doing more harm than good. There is a reason why the containment process was made the way it is. Weld: The current process can still be improved by a lot. That goes for every process really. And I have started to rejig a lot of processes with ExaRD. There's finally a generalized way for reclassifying to Explained; we're starting to look back into older skip files as well and we even release most EX's back to the public. But none of that goes as much to the soul of the operation as keeping anyone out of prison that I can. The prohibition stands. Roberts: Look, I know you are trying to save a person here. But so am I. The whole town has been taken hostage by a phenomenon, that commands everyone to advance regardless of if they want to. It's one person versus a town. You are taking this too far. 10 seconds of silence Weld: This isn't only about my ideals. I wouldn't have intervened if something didn't seem off about this. The thing is, it doesn't fit our current understanding of anomalous theory for this to be caused by a human. The effects show all the signs of a typical paranormal object. Roberts: (scoffs) The anomalous theory is a shot in the dark at best and a shot at yourself at worst. What's to say this isn't a "freak occurrence"? Weld: Hah, a lot of researchers say that, but that's because they're too bundled up in containment to see the world around them advance. Roberts: Hold on. Does that mean you would have nothing against me containing an object? Weld: Of course not. We only do these preventive measures with human anomalies, that may not qualify as paranormal. Everything else is looked at afterwards. There is no ethical impetus to look at those beforehand. <End Call> Item#: 5226 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5226 is to be contained in a secure item storage locker, that is only to be operated under automated systems. Human contact is allowed with permission from the acting HMCL Supervisor. Description: SCP-5226 is a pacemaker that influences any decision to take a more "modern" option. SCP-5226 was originally in the possession of Sandra Packwood and was exchanged with a normal pacemaker during a routine medical examination without incident. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:Department Transfer To: Roberts From: Administrative Department Subject: Re:Department Transfer I hereby request to be transferred to the Explanation and Research Department. While I do appreciate this newfound effort to better sort mundane from abnormal, I fear that in its current state the department may be too opportunistic and requires personnel to keep them from going too far. Request Granted Footnotes 1. Visited by SCP-5226 due to her heart problems 2. serving as a key card among other things 3. Like liquids that would require special disposal simply being flushed down the toilet. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5226" by Ethagon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5226. 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-5227
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A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 3/5227 LEVEL 3/5227 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5227 neutralized Antuco, Chile, during SCP-5227. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-5227 is considered neutralized. Access to the Foundation observation post in Antuco is restricted to Foundation personnel with 5/5227 clearance. Foliage in Antuco. DESCRIPTION: SCP-5227 was an anomalous weather formation centered around Antuco, an abandoned Chilean village, and lasted from June 8th to 10th, 1976. SCP-5227 manifested as a fog descending on Antuco and completely covered the village, drastically reducing visibility and communications. The anomaly was originally identified as such due to its observational anomaly and rapid formation— weather sensors at Facility 57, 23km from Antuco, depicted SCP-5227 as a static blur during its three-minute formation (1:07AM - 1:10AM local time). Attempts to hail the Foundation observation post in Antuco through radio resulted in failure. Further testing confirmed SCP-5227 had the anomalous capability to block radio transmissions. A 3-man expedition from MTF PI-3 "Garcas Oligarcas" was planned to ascertain the status of Antuco. Several hours before departure, another agent was added to the expedition. The thick forest surrounding Antuco and the exceedingly low visibility made vehicular and aerial travel infeasible. The team departed Facility 57 on foot at T+6 hours. ADDENDUM 5227.1 EXPEDITION LOGS — 6.8.1976 ▼ Click to confirm credentials ▼ ▲ Hide Addendum ▲ EXPEDITION LOG EXCERPTS CHILEAN INTERIOR MTF PI-3 "GARCAS OLIGARCAS" π3-ALPHA - VALENTINO SCIPIONI (SOURCE) π3-BETA - PEDRO CASEROS π3-GAMMA - ALEJANDRO PETROCCHI π3-DELTA - DAMIÁN GARLÉS «BEGIN EXCERPT» [Team is hiking through the jungle. SCIPIONI and GARLÉS take the lead, while PETROCCHI and CASEROS bring up the rear.] SCIPIONI: He wasn't pleased with that, no sir. But it was really his fault, if you think about it. GARLÉS: How's that? SCIPIONI: If he didn't want me to sleep with his wife, he should've sold me the damn car! [All laugh.] SCIPIONI: But I did, and so he had me demoted to field duty. It's not the worst job in the world, though. Certainly keeps you in shape. CASEROS: All that form-filling really burns calories, eh? SCIPIONI: Alright, you can fill the forms out when we get back. No? That's what I thought, stupid. [Laughter, followed by silence.] SCIPIONI: What's your story, Damian? GARLÉS: Oh, me? What do you mean? PETROCCHI: We've never seen you around Fifty-seven before. GARLÉS: Oh, yes. I'm a transfer. SCIPIONI: From? GARLÉS: Ah, Thirty-two. It's up in Panamá. CASEROS: Oh, I have a friend up there. Do you know a Captain Carlós? GARLÉS: Uh, no, sorry. PETROCCHI: How long've you been at Fifty-seven? GARLÉS: Only a few days. SCIPIONI: Whoof, no time to even settle in. Well, no problem, you'll be able to settle in fine when we get back. The boys in Antuco are probably just wondering why they're not getting the baseball on the radio anymore! [Laughter, followed by silence. The team continue slashing through the jungle, occasionally using compasses and maps to guide them, when someone loudly falls into the brush.] PETROCCHI: Shit! CASEROS: [Laughing] Get off the ground, dumbass. PETROCCHI: Oh no, I was planning on bunking here for the night. Make yourself useful and give me a hand. [Grunting.] PETROCCHI: Great, now I get to hike covered in mud. Perfect. SCIPIONI: Your fault for slipping. The sun's not even down yet. PETROCCHI: Forget the sun, I can't see a goddamn thing through this goddamn fog. It feels like the air is pissing. SCIPIONI: Wonderful image, thank you. GARLÉS: I suppose we're nearing Antuco, then? SCIPIONI: Who has the map? Pedro? CASEROS: Ah, we're certainly closer, but there's still a ways to go. It's hard to get an exact estimate, the fog makes keeping distance hard. GARLÉS: I see. But if the fog is getting thicker… we must be going the right way. «END EXCERPT» Recovered photograph. «BEGIN EXCERPT» PETROCCHI: Man, I feel bad for the poor suckers assigned to that outpost. For all they know, the war's kicked up again. GARLÉS: Yeah. SCIPIONI: All the more reason to get to them faster. PETROCCHI: I couldn't handle that. CASEROS: Handle what? PETROCCHI: That kind of isolation, man. Two guys in the middle of a goddamn ghost town, and only a radio for company. Shit, not even the radio now. I'm a talkative guy, but- SCIPIONI: You're telling me. PETROCCHI: - but what if the partner is a prick or something? Or something like this happens and you're cut off from damn near everything? Too much risk involved for me, no sir. CASEROS: It's an observation post, right? GARLÉS: Security post, actually. CASEROS: For Fifty-seven? It's in the middle of the mountain, there's no way to get to it without getting on every camera they have hidden on the path. SCIPIONI: Better safe than sorry. It's a good place for an installation, though. Antuco's been abandoned since before I was born. CASEROS: Why? SCIPIONI: Beats me. It was barely ever big enough to get on any maps, and then over a few months all the people just seem to have moved away. And then we put the observation post there and it's been quiet ever since. CASEROS: Oh. SCIPIONI: It's not that unique; these things happen. «END EXCERPT» Recovered photograph. «BEGIN EXCERPT» [Fire crackling, rustling of fabrics.] PETROCCHI: Whoever decided the MRE menus should be fed to the lizard. SCIPIONI: He'd probably taste better than these pieces of shit. [Both laugh.] GARLÉS: Food is food. PETROCCHI: Sure, but not all food is created equal. I'd throw a hundred of these plastic trash-bags away for one hot choripán right now. SCIPIONI: Do you ever think about anything besides food? PETROCCHI: Yes. Sometimes I think about sex. [Laughter.] CASEROS: Hey, has anyone seen my necklace? SCIPIONI: What? CASEROS: Little silver cross necklace. I had it on when we set out. GARLÉS: Maybe you dropped it? CASEROS: Off my neck? GARLÉS: Well, maybe it got snagged on a branch. Was it important? CASEROS: Yeah, I guess so. SCIPIONI: I didn't know you were religious, Pedro. CASEROS: I- I'm not, really. It's complicated. SCIPIONI: Oh. Alright. Maybe we'll find it on our way back? For now, let's get into bed — we're setting out real early tomorrow. CASEROS: Yes, sir. [The men put out the campfire and crawl into their tents to sleep.] «END OF DAY'S EXCERPTS» ADDENDUM 5227.2 EXPEDITION LOGS — 6.9.1976 ▼ Click to confirm credentials ▼ ▲ Hide Addendum ▲ EXPEDITION LOG EXCERPTS CHILEAN INTERIOR MTF PI-3 "GARCAS OLIGARCAS" π3-ALPHA - VALENTINO SCIPIONI (SOURCE) π3-BETA - PEDRO CASEROS π3-GAMMA - ALEJANDRO PETROCCHI π3-DELTA - DAMIÁN GARLÉS «BEGIN EXCERPT» [They continue through the brush. Several minutes pass. Suddenly, PETROCCHI kneels down in the first.] PETROCCHI: Haha. Hey, Pedro? CASEROS: Yeah? PETROCCHI: Look what I found. [PETROCCHI stands and opens his hand, dangling a small necklace with a cross.] PETROCCHI: Huh. Must've been left by one of the families le- CASEROS: No. PETROCCHI: What? CASEROS: No, it's mine. PETROCCHI: No. No, you lost yours last night, there's no way- CASEROS: It has my name inscribed on it. PETROCCHI: What the fuck? SCIPIONI: Let me see that… [SCIPIONI inspects the necklace.] SCIPIONI: Fuck. Okay, we're going in the wrong direction. Turn around- GARLÉS: No, we're going fine. The compasses are solid, we're heading towards Antuco. SCIPIONI: Then… the anomaly is messing with our sense of space. Direction? Whatever. Let's keep going, but just, be careful and keep an eye out for anything strange. I'll keep the ne- CASEROS: Give it back, Valentino. SCIPIONI: It could be anomalous, I have to- CASEROS: It's mine. It's important to me. SCIPIONI: Just- okay, whatever, fine. Just be careful with it. PETROCCHI: Uh, maybe we should turn back? We're barely in it and already getting fucked with, we could come back with backup or something. GARLÉS: It's just playing with our sense of time, is all. We're fine. SCIPIONI: Greenhorn's right. You've all fought terrors, don't tell me you're spooked by baby's first spatial anomaly. [Laughter. They continue into the brush.] «END EXCERPT» Recovered photograph. «BEGIN EXCERPT» [Troopers are progressing through jungle. Fog has settled in a thick layer close to the ground, obscuring view of the ground.] GARLÉS: Captain? SCIPIONI: What is it? GARLÉS: The leaves. [GARLÉS gestures to the surrounding foliage. He pulls down a low hanging branch.] CASEROS: Is- is that writing? [SCIPIONI tears off a leaf and inspects it.] SCIPIONI: Delight thyself also in the Lord and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart. CASEROS: Psalm 37:4. [SCIPIONI continues tearing off leaves and reading them.] SCIPIONI: Fear not, little flock; for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Watch ye, stand fast in the faith, quit you like men, be strong. Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. CASEROS: Luke 12:32, Corinthians 16:13, Matthew 11:28. They - they're all Bible verses. What the hell? PETROCCHI: I thought you said you weren't religious. CASEROS: I said it was complicated, asshole. PETROCCHI: Jesus, relax. Actually, I think Jesus is the problem, nevermind. [PETROCCHI snickers.] SCIPIONI: Quiet, Alejandro. This is… yeah, fuck this. Take a sample, keep moving. GARLÉS: Wait, Valentino. SCIPIONI: What is it? GARLÉS: Look at the base of the tree. The lichen. [SCIPIONI kneels and inspects the bark of the tree closest to him. The moss at the roots of the tree are growing into a pattern rough but obviously resembling the Foundation seal.] PETROCCHI: … What the fuck? That has to be a coincidence. SCIPIONI: I don't believe in coincidences, especially not when working with anomalies. CASEROS: Could - what does this mean? Is it sentient or something? SCIPIONI: I have no idea. But bag a sample. And keep your safeties off. CASEROS: I don't like this, boss. I really really don't like this. SCIPIONI: Yeah, you and me both. But we have a job to do. «END EXCERPT» Recovered photograph. «BEGIN EXCERPT» [Troops move through foliage silently. The sun is high in the sky, but fog renders visibility poor.] CASEROS: It's not far now, we should be in visual range soon. SCIPIONI: Alright. [Time passes.] CASEROS: We should probably pick up the pace. PETROCCHI: What? We're moving fine, it's not even noon yet. CASEROS: We should probably pick up the pace. PETROCCHI: Yeah, I heard you the first time. It's fine, we're good- CASEROS: This is the first time I said it. PETROCCHI: No? You guys heard that, right? GARLÉS: Yeah, you said it twice. SCIPIONI: I didn't hear anything. PETROCCHI: He definitely said it twice. SCIPIONI: Just stop arguing. PETROCCHI: Alright, alright. CASEROS: Okay, whatever. Still, can we pick up the pace a bit? SCIPIONI: We're really fine, Pedro. You feeling alright? You've been acting odd. CASEROS: I'm fine, I'm fine. Just, I don't like this place and it freaks me out. Sooner arrive and secure, contain, protect whatever the hell's down there the sooner we can get out of here. PETROCCHI: You've never been one to act jumpy, Pedro. CASEROS: I said I'm fine. Drop it. «END EXCERPT» ADDENDUM 5227.3 EXPEDITION LOGS — 6.10.1976 ▼ Click to confirm credentials ▼ ▲ Hide Addendum ▲ EXPEDITION LOG EXCERPTS ANTUCO OUTSKIRTS MTF PI-3 "GARCAS OLIGARCAS" π3-ALPHA - VALENTINO SCIPIONI (SOURCE) π3-BETA - PEDRO CASEROS π3-GAMMA - ALEJANDRO PETROCCHI π3-DELTA - DAMIÁN GARLÉS «BEGIN EXCERPT» [All four troopers are breaking through the foliage when they crest a hill.] CASEROS: There, you can see the rooftops. We're nearly there now. PETROCCHI: Speak for yourself, this fog is ruining my visibility. Could be a village or an army, I can't make it out. GARLÉS: I see it. It can't be more than an hour from here if we keep the pace. SCIPIONI: Alright. Let's not waste any time. [They continue through the brush. Several minutes pass.] CASEROS: Hey, Alejandro? PETROCCHI: Yeah? CASEROS: Can I ask a weird question? PETROCCHI: Uh, okay? CASEROS: Do you believe in God? PETROCCHI: Um… not really? I don't know, it's complicated. I don't go to church, but I like to think that there's something up there looking out for us. Y'know? CASEROS: Yeah, I know what you mean. PETROCCHI: You're not turning into a Bible thumper, are you? [Laughter.] CASEROS: Heh, yeah. I don't know. Just curious. PETROCCHI: What about you? CASEROS: What about me? PETROCCHI: Do you believe in God? CASEROS: I don't know. PETROCCHI: Uh, what do you mean? CASEROS: It's… nevermind. I'm fine. Let's just get this over with. This stupid fucking fog feels like it's choking me. GARLÉS: It has a way of getting in your head. «END EXCERPT» Recovered photograph. «BEGIN EXCERPT» [Troopers are progressing through the farms on the edges of Antuco. Thick fog inhibits visibility to a few meters, forcing troopers to move slowly and unsurely. All have rifles out and safeties off.] CASEROS: [Mumbling.] GARLÉS: [Whispering.] Whoever that is, shut up. [Silence.] CASEROS: [Mumbling.] GARLÉS: [Whispering.] I said, shut up. PETROCCHI: You're being dramatic, kid. GARLÉS: We don't know what's out here. PETROCCHI: Look, I understand the first-mission shivers, but this is as tame as it gets. This village has been abandoned since the war started. I guarantee you this is just some failure of the sen- SCIPIONI: No. No, greenhorn is right. We don't have any intel, we need to be cautious. Overconfidence kills. Everyone, quiet. PETROCCHI: Alright, alright. [Silence as team progresses, feeling their way through the fields and farmhouses.] CASEROS: [Mumbling.] SCIPIONI: That was an order, Pedro. What's gotten into you? You've been acting strange this entire mission. CASEROS: [Mumbling.] SCIPIONI: Speak up, what the hell are you mumbling for? CASEROS: We need to… stop. Now. SCIPIONI: What? PETROCCHI: You were all fired up about getting here as fast as possible, what's wrong? CASEROS: We have to protect. It. Protect it. GARLÉS: [Quickly.] Protect what? CASEROS: It-it's not what you- you don't want to protect it! PETROCCHI: Pedro, you're not making any sense. CASEROS: It- he's not who you think he is! He's lying, he doesn't want to protect her, he just wants to bomb and destroy and kill and- SCIPIONI: Stop. Now. CASEROS: This is our fault! We need to fix this. Protect! That's what we do, Valentino! Secure, contain, protect! We must! [CASEROS raises the rifle and fingers the trigger, pointing it at SCIPIONI.] SCIPIONI: Pedro, put your gun down. CASEROS: No! I need to stop him! We need to go to the center, where it's coming from, the fog, the fucking fo- [Three gunshots in quick succession. CASEROS topples over, a red stain spreading across his chest.] PETROCCHI: Fuck! SCIPIONI: Motherfucker! What the hell, Damian? GARLÉS: I had to! You saw him, he was insane! He would've shot any of us! SCIPIONI: You didn't have the authority to do that! Fuck! [Silence.] PETROCCHI: [Quietly.] No pulse. SCIPIONI: Son of a bitch. PETROCCHI: I've known Pedro for years. That wasn't him. GARLÉS: He was compromised. SCIPIONI: By what? [Silence.] SCIPIONI: Okay, look, I don't know what happened to him, but the last thing he said was about the center of the town. He said that was where the fog was coming from. That's where we're going. GARLÉS: No. SCIPIONI: What did you say to me, soldier? GARLÉS: We're not going to the center of town. We're going to the observation post on the edge, seeing if anyone is alive, and then we're going back. SCIPIONI: I'm your commanding officer and you just killed one of my men. You're treading on thin ice. GARLÉS: I was hoping it wouldn't come to this. SCIPIONI: What? [GARLÉS removes a gold badge and security card from his pack and hands it to SCIPIONI.] SCIPIONI: General Clearance Level… Five? What the fuck? PETROCCHI: What? Let me see that. [Silence.] PETROCCHI: It's real. Jesus. GARLÉS: I'm taking command of this mission effective immediately. SCIPIONI: Who the fuck are you? GARLÉS: Your new commanding officer. Captain Scipioni, we will be progressing to the observation post at the edge of town. That's an order. SCIPIONI: What's at the center? GARLÉS: That's classified. SCIPIONI: Is the fog dangerous? GARLÉS: Not as long as you don't go near the source. If we follow a wide path to the post, we- SCIPIONI: What's the source of it? GARLÉS: That's classified. Please, hold the questions. I'd rather not waste what daylight we still have. SCIPIONI: Fine. Lead on. Fuck. «END EXCERPT» Recovered photograph. «BEGIN EXCERPT» [GARLÉS enters a small mud and wood hut. The one-room building contains a bunk bed, two flipped chairs, several steel lockers, and a table covered in defunct communication equipment.] GARLÉS: Get in. SCIPIONI: What the hell is going on? How do you have Level-5 Clearance? GARLÉS: I'm on your side, I swear. But for now, we need to get away from that fog. You saw what it did to Pedro. [GARLÉS shuts the door once all three have entered. He moves to the table, inspecting the equipment.] SCIPIONI: Can you explain what the fuck is going on here, Damian? GARLÉS: With all due respect, Captain, that's classified. All you need to know is that people much higher up than you have very specific instructions about what is going to happen here. You are obligated to help me stop this mess. PETROCCHI: We saw the fog's source, it was coming from the center of town. Why are we all the way out here? GARLÉS: This is the best spot to get a signal out. A minor weakness in the anomaly's structural integrity, exploited using paratechnology. [GARLÉS reaches into his bag and pulls out a small spherical device with a blue light.] SCIPIONI: What is that? GARLÉS: It is a radio signaller, amplified using thamaturgy. Just enough to punch through SCP-5227. PETROCCHI: Who are you signalling to? GARLÉS: Fifty-seven. More specifically to an air squadron stationed there on standby. Once they get the signal, they'll give us a small delay and then bomb this hellhole to kingdom come. SCIPIONI: Why? What are you trying to destroy? GARLÉS: That's classified. [GARLÉS turns away to the table to begin setting up the device.] SCIPIONI: Okay. All I know is that suddenly the greenhorn is claiming to be a Level 5 secret agent, one of my team members is dead in the dust by your hand, you won't let us even investigate what's causing this. Our job. I don't know who you are, but GARLÉS: I'm afraid this is a matter of internal Foundati- [Gunshot. GARLÉS' calf spurts blood and he crashes to the floor, dropping the device.] GARLÉS: FUCK! SCIPIONI: Sorry… sir, but you've killed a Foundation operator and are hindering the proper investigation of the anomaly. I am hereby relieving you of command. We're finding out what's causing this. The wound's not lethal, and there's a first aid kit in the locker. [PETROCCHI advances and takes the transmitter from the floor.] PETROCCHI: And we're taking this. GARLÉS: You… you two don't know what you're doing. You're going to ruin everything. I'm ordering you to stop- SCIPIONI: I'm sorry, Damian. We'll be back. [SCIPIONI and PETROCCHI exit the hut, closing the door behind them.] «END EXCERPT» ADDENDUM 5227.3 SEALED TO CLEARANCE 5/5227 ▼ Click to confirm credentials ▼ ▲ Welcome, Overseer ▲ EXPLORATION LOG SATELLITE FACILITY 57β MTF ALPHA-1 "RED RIGHT HAND" α1-ALPHA - DAMIÁN GARLÉS MTF PI-3 "GARCAS OLIGARCAS" π3-ALPHA - VALENTINO SCIPIONI (SOURCE) π3-GAMMA - ALEJANDRO PETROCCHI «BEGIN LOG» Facility SCIPIONI: What the hell? What is this place? PETROCCHI: Damián knows, no doubt. SCIPIONI: All of this looks… familiar, no? PETROCCHI: You're right, I've seen this before. Somewhere. [The two feel their way around the facility for a few minutes, inspecting the industrial equipment. The fog impairs visibility to only a few meters. They stop in front of a wall of computer equipment.] PETROCCHI: Valentino. Look here. [One of the monitors is still powered on. Its screen displays a slowly rotating Foundation logo. A prompt to enter Foundation credentials is present.] SCIPIONI: … Shit. PETROCCHI: That's where I've seen this before. The science wing at 57 is loaded with these kinds of pipes and electronics. I don't think that shack on the edge of town was the outpost, Valentino. SCIPIONI: Yeah. But… why? Why would they build this? [Both look at the monitor.] SCIPIONI: In for a penny, in for a pound. SATELLITE FACILITY 57-BETA ------ Welcome, VALENTINO SCIPIONI ------ Disk wipe failed at 99.4% completion. 2 deleted missives flagged in local memory. | view list 1. Internal Missive — January 14th, 1964 2. External Missive — June 10th, 1965 | view 1 Opening… FROM: Dr. Gerardo Ares SUBJECT: Ethics? ---- I'm not sure how I feel about this whole project, friend. I just don't know how to be comfortable with what we're doing. I'm a religious man, you know that. It's hard to be a man of God in this Foundation, but I try. I pray for my soul, and everyone else's. This is… blasphemous. What they're asking us to do — it's not a question of technology. We have the technology, we've had it since we took it from the Axis after the armistice. But we've never needed it. I understand that the Foundation is faced with containing more and more, for lack of a better word, theological threats. But we have to ask ourselves if fighting fire with fire is a good idea. Just because we have to contain gods doesn't mean we need our own. | view 2 Opening… TO: Project Lead Adrián Carpas SUBJECT: Project Divinidad ---- Sir, with all due respect, you can't do this. I understood that our prototype hasn't been exactly up to shot but this is bleeding edge paratechnology. No one quite understands what we're working with, stumbles are inevitable. And, frankly, the fact that we've created a prototype at all is a testament to the skill of the team. There is simply far too much invested into this to cancel now. The facility would have to be completely razed, and we just don't know what that would do to the prototype. It's — we believe it's at an infantile stage of development, and a disturbance in its environment could be disastrous. It's not like disposal is an option. With all due respect, sir, you've let the genie out of the bottle. Burying it is not a solution. PETROCCHI: Shit…. SCIPIONI: So the shack was the observation post. But this is what it was observing. Which means that… [A loud rumbling is heard. Industrial fans set into the grilled floor begin turning, quickly sucking away the fog. In a few seconds, the majority of the fog has been removed and the facility is visible in its whole. Pipes and computer displays cover the walls, focusing in the center of the room around a large industrial vat set into the floor. The vat is filled with a greyish-green liquid and fog rises from its surface steadily. A massive metal cross is suspended above it, upside down and coated in a brown fluid, which slowly drips into the vat. GARLÉS is in the doorway, wearing a gas mask and clutching his thigh.] GARLÉS: Damn. I was hoping you'd have missed it. SCIPIONI: You all did a good job hiding the place. GARLÉS: Hiding things from the rest of the Foundation is my job, Valentino. PETROCCHI: You're all fucking insane. SCIPIONI: Alejandro- PETROCCHI: No, really. I don't believe in God, but I know that you don't play with things you don't understand. People stationed at this outpost have the highest turnover rate in the sector. I always thought it was because of the isolation, but no, it's because you buried a fucking monster underneath them! How many people have ended up like Pedro?! GARLÉS: Look. I'm sorry about Pedro, I am. He was a casualty, and it was my fault. But I didn't make the thing that did that to him. PETROCCHI: And where is it, huh? You just ditched it down here after you were done playing God? [GARLÉS motions at the vat. It bubbles quietly.] Vat. SCIPIONI: Jesus Christ. PETROCCHI: Puta madre. GARLÉS: Your indignation isn't going to help anyone, Alejandro. Who are you gonna tell? The police? The Council approved this, you can't change anything. PETROCCHI: I can't imagine the Ethics Committee approved it. I bet that'd be interesting from them to know, that- [Gunshot. PETROCCHI falls to the floor, a hole in his forehead. SCIPIONI draws his gun.] SCIPIONI: FUCK! What the fuck are you doing? GARLÉS: My job, Valentino. Just put down the gu- SCIPIONI: You've killed two of my people already. I'm not stupid, the Council will have me disappeared for thi- [An explosion from outside rocks the building. Both stumble. A large portion of the ceiling gives out, revealing the foggy sky overhead. Planes are faintly visible through the haze.] GARLÉS: What the hell?! SCIPIONI: I called in the airstrike while Alejandro had you distracted. GARLÉS: Are you insane?! We'll be killed! SCIPIONI: I'm not being disappeared by the Council, Damián. I'm- [Another explosion rings out, this one heavily muffled.] GARLÉS: Tha- what? [Through the hole, it is visible that all the large bombs are being suspended in the fog until they detonate. None are able to reach the facility. Inside, the vat bubbles.] SCIPIONI: It's… protecting itself. GARLÉS: Then it's sentient. SCIPIONI: And intelligent. It knows what bombs are. You might've left an infant down here then, but… it's not a baby anymore. [The bombs suspended in the air suddenly flip, before rocketing back up through the sky and colliding with one of the bombers. The plane violently fulminates in a burst of flame. The other bombs in the air also flip, but do not ascend.] GARLÉS: Fuck! Jesus Christ, it's murderous! SCIPIONI: We attacked it with planes and bombs, Damián! What is it supposed to do!? [GARLÉS cocks his pistol. SCIPIONI does the same.] GARLÉS: Move, Valentino! That's an order! SCIPIONI: You're not actually trying to kill it, are you? Are you insane? What makes you think you can kill a god? GARLÉS: Why on Earth are you protecting it? You saw what it did to Pedro, to the observers, to the flight crew! Suppressing things like these is your job! SCIPIONI: Creating them isn't. And you killed Pedro, you son of a bitch. [GARLÉS advances as SCIPIONI backs up towards the vat.] GARLÉS: You're compromised. Just like he was. Protecting it against all odds. Now move. SCIPIONI: You made a god, Damián. You can't just put a bullet in its head and expect it to die. GARLÉS: Let me fix it, goddammit! SCIPIONI: You're just afraid. You brought a god into this world, you did experiments on it, you left it in a vat for years, and now you're afraid that it's violent? You cannot weaponize a tool that you're expecting to be stabbed in the back with! And you sure as hell can't get rid of it this easy. GARLÉS: For all we know it's not even a fucking god. Just some fucked up thing that we brewed in a vat and decided to deify. SCIPIONI: It doesn't matter if it's actually a god or not. You- the entire Council fears this thing like a god. It doesn't matter what it is, it might as well be a god. You all gave it this kind of power. You can't control what it does with it anymore. Symbols have power, you know that. GARLÉS: Then what the fuck are we supposed to do? Just not be scared of it? [SCIPIONI's heel reaches the rim of the vat.] SCIPIONI: You can't have a god with just fear. You need faith. Trust me. [SCIPIONI spins backward, raising his pistol and emptying the magazine at the chain suspending the inverted cross above the vat. The chain breaks, dropping the cross into the vat where it begins sinking. An infantile screeching rings out as the bombs suspended in the sky begin detonating one by one. The fluid in the vat, displaced by the cross, begins flooding into the chamber. Camera feed abruptly cuts out at the same time as the shrieking.] «END LOG» Following the termination of the camera feed, all bombs suspended in the air above Antuco simultaneously detonated at low altitude, out of range of aircraft. The exterior facade of Satellite Facility 57-Beta collapsed, and ground troops conducted an excavation operation to breach into the building. The body of Supervisory Agent Damián Garlés was discovered; the cause of death was determined to have been respiration of the vat amniotic fluid. The vat itself was completely drained. Captain Valentino Scipioni was found at the bottom in a state of shock, sitting next to an unidentified desiccated corpse crushed by the large metal cross. Captain Scipioni has been amnesticized following a full medical recovery. 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SCP-5228-A close up. Item #: SCP-5228 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5228 is kept inside a high-value storage unit in Site-15. The unit is to remain locked and the combination is to be changed bi-weekly. Only personnel with Level 3 security clearance or above are allowed access to SCP-5228. SCP-5228 is not to be used except for testing purposes. SCP-5228-A is kept in an observation room in Sub-Basement Level 2 of Site-15. It is to remain physically connected to Site-15's computer network via wires from a terminal to the center of the object. SCP-5228-A is presently under 24/7 video surveillance. Two technicians are kept on standby in the event of a terminal malfunction. MTF Sigma-458 ("Noble Forks") is tasked with direct containment and operation of SCP-5228-A, with utensils, plates, and napkins to be provided upon request. Description: SCP-5228 is a cheese pizza measuring forty centimeters in diameter. SCP-5228's toppings include pepperoni, peppers, olives, onions, dragon fruit, chocolate, cow tongue, cough medicine and steak-grilled sliders. SCP-5228 maintains a constant internal temperature of 60°C and has shown no signs of spoilage during the duration of its containment. SCP-5228 is located within a pizza box belonging to the Spicy Crust Pizzeria1 chain. Separation of SCP-5228 from the box has been proven unfeasible, as the strands of cheese connecting both objects are apparently indestructible. When the box is opened, SCP-5228 will mimic the functions of a laptop computer. The underside of the lid will first display an printed image of a circular arrow rotating in a clockwise motion. This occurs for a period ranging from thirty seconds up to one minute, after which the arrow will be replaced by a graphical user interface. This interface features the Spicy Crust Pizzeria logo in the center with five icons on the left side of the lid. These icons are activated through the use of the image of a cursor. The cursor can be manipulated via the insertion of the connector of a computer mouse into one of the two holes on the right side of the box; the cursor's movements is limited to the confines of the lid. Below is a list of the icons found on SCP-5228's lid: + Open Icon List - Close Icon List Flat Word: Represented by the letter "A" on a slanted rectangle with several vertical wavy lines above it. Functions identically to a word processing application; input is accomplished by pressing the toppings on SCP-5228. When the "Print" command is activated, the nearest printer to SCP-5228 will be accessed and will print what was typed. Bread Box: Represented by a slice of garlic bread within an envelope. Functions identically to an email client. Email addresses can be added to the address book but cannot be deleted. Messages sent will be received as in non-anomalous email communication. This communication appears to be one-way, as replies are not received by SCP-5228. Pasta Panic: Represented by an overhead view of a stylized plate of spaghetti with an eyeball in the center. When this icon is activated, the interface changes to a start-up screen. When the "Start" option is selected, SCP-5228 can be used to play a first-person video game. Players will find themselves in the ruins of an abandoned village and will be tasked with surviving for a pre-determined period of time against a variety of noodle-based enemies. Wing Shop: Represented by a rooster holding a paintbrush in its beak. Functions identically to a raster graphics editor2. By inserting a flash drive into the second hole on the box, the user can access images and edit them. All images are faithfully recreated by SCP-5228. All changes made will be saved to the flash drive. The most noteworthy icon is SliceNet, represented by a slice of pizza rotating around the Earth at high speed. This icon activates a web browser capable of accessing the internet, as well as remotely accessing any computer or data storage system. It can bypass any security lock, negate any alarm notifications, and defy attempts to trace and access. These abilities only function when SCP-5228 is within fifty meters of a computer or data storage device. Addendum 5228-1, Recovery (09/17/2010): SCP-5228 was recovered from a server room during a raid on a Chaos Insurgency base in Tarbaj, Kenya. SCP-5228 was found resting on a pedestal in the center of multiple painted rings and symbols of thaumaturgic origin. A flash drive was found near the anomaly; decryption of its contents revealed classified documents belonging to the Foundation and other Groups of Interest. Notes recovered from the base indicate that SCP-5228 was used by the Chaos Insurgency in a long-term operation to assist in coordinating attacks, and was meant to help establish an intelligence racketeering ring. While it remains unknown how the Chaos Insurgency came into possession of SCP-5228, it had been concluded that the symbols surrounding it during recovery were based on Spiti-Class thaumaturgy.3 As the pizza box used to create SCP-5228 was an object directly associated with the Foundation, it has been theorized that its anomalous properties allowed it covert access to SCiPNET. Security measures were put in place to prevent such an scenario from recurring. Addendum 5228-2, PROJECT DELIVERY: On 11/02/2014, it became apparent that the computer networks of many Foundation Sites were deficient in the areas of protection against cyber-related threats (anomalous and non-anomalous) and the storage of extensive data recorded since the organization's founding. Meetings were held by high clearance personnel to find solutions to these issues before they became critical. The Director of Site-15, Carlos Mendez, drafted a proposal detailing the potential use of SCP-5228 to improve the Sites' computer networks. This proposal was sent to the O5 Council, and by a vote of 7-4 the measure passed. The resultant operation was code-named PROJECT DELIVERY. Over two years of modification via thaumaturgy, paratechnological implementations and cross-testing with other SCP objects, PROJECT DELIVERY culminated in the creation of SCP-5228-A. SCP-5228-A was then connected to Site-15's computer network for a test of its capabilities. Though this action was initially met with skepticism, SCP-5228-A proved a highly valuable asset for Site-15; it requires no electricity to operate and has reduced energy costs by 30%, offers vast storage capabilities without any known limit, and can compute data faster and more accurately than the world's most powerful quantum computer. After PROJECT DELIVERY was deemed a success, MTF Sigma-458 was formed and tasked with protecting SCP-5228 and SCP-5228-A as well as surveying Site-15's network for any irregularities and to act as a safeguard against cyber attacks. Proposals to create additional instances of SCP-5228-A, allowing MTF Delta-5 ("Front Runners") access to SCP-5228-A and to expand MTF Sigma-458 are currently pending. SCP-5228-A is a pizza measuring 3.5 meters in diameter. SCP-5228-A was originally plain cheese, but upon the discovery that the application of a wide variety of toppings increases its anomalous capabilities and causes the appearances of new applications, SCP-5228-A was modified to include: pepperoni, onions, bacon, olives, basil, peppers, ham, anchovies, breath mints, vanilla pudding, Viagra, ice cream, additional slices of pizza, and pineapple. SCP-5228-A retains the same physical anomalies as SCP-5228, with the exception that any portion removed from it will regenerate after a period of five seconds. While consuming SCP-5228-A subjects report receiving visions and hallucinations relating to Site-15's computer network.4 In this state, subjects can mentally traverse across the network via links on the files. Testing has confirmed that subjects can witness attempts to hack and infect the network with malware in real time, and can coordinate with SCP-5228 to eliminate these threats without significant delay. Affected subjects can also fully control any non-anomalous electronic device by making physical contact with their tongue. All anomalies cease when digestion is complete. Addendum 5228-3, Complications: Following reports that more than half of MTF Sigma-458 has become obese and lethargic, it is been advised that task force members be rotated on a regular basis. Mandatory exercise regimens are also advised. Members of MTF Sigma-458 have also reported a severe aversion to cheese after long-term consumption of SCP-5228-A. Research on whether this is the result of an anomalous effect or not is ongoing. Footnotes 1. A Foundation front company. 2. A computer program allowing users to create and edit images. 3. Spiti-Class thaumaturgy revolves around establishing connections to certain objects, places, and entities between two points in spacetime with the use of metaphysical anchors. 4. Subjects have reported a mental interface consisting of words and numbers constructed from green light against an entirely black background.
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Item #: SCP-5229 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5229 is to be completely submerged within its containment zone at all times. Bi-weekly filtration of the containment chamber’s water is to be accomplished with chlorine tablets1 being inserted into the chamber until SCP-5229 is visibly clean. Description: SCP-5229 is an anomalous human skeleton, with the notable structural difference of SCP-5229’s foot bones, hand bones, facial bones, and cranial bones being fused together into solid plates. Due to the particular structure created by the fusion, SCP-5229’s extremities resemble fins, and SCP-5229’s skull resembles an open-circuit diving helmet2. The faceplate of the skull is composed of keratin, giving SCP-5229’s “visor” the approximate appearance of a fingernail. Despite being heavily abnormal in structure and appearance, SCP-5229’s anomalous qualities will only manifest in the event that any portion of SCP-5229 is not in direct contact with liquid. When SCP-5229 becomes active, it will proceed to animate, move towards the nearest source of water, and submerge itself, becoming inactive. Discovery: SCP-5229 was recovered from Pyramid Lake, Nevada after witnesses described a “living skeleton” to local news outlets. The following log details the initial shipment of SCP-5229 to Area-14 for investigation: + SCP-5229 Retrieval Log - [CLOSE FILE] FOUNDATION RELOCATION SECURITY REPORT Time of Retrieval: 1:00 PM, PST Current Time: 1:07 PM, PST Travel Details: Provided by Security Officer J. Sommer SCP-5229 was stored within the truck without issue. Seeing as it responds to lack of water, we’ve left it in a standard cooler that’s filled with the water from the lake. Given the distance, we’ll be providing hourly updates on the situation as we make our way to Area-14. FOUNDATION RELOCATION SECURITY REPORT Time of Retrieval: 1:00 PM, PST Current Time: 2:15 PM, PST Travel Details: Provided by Security Officer H. Sommer Nothing to report. We made our way along Interstate-80 and are currently near Star Peak. Slight rattling where we’re keeping SCP-5229, but Jean checked, and the bones are just bumping up against the side of the cooler. FOUNDATION RELOCATION SECURITY REPORT Time of Retrieval: 1:00 PM, PST Current Time: 2:32 PM, PST Travel Details: Provided by Maintenance Staff Jean Schott URGENT BACKUP REQUEST Something happened with the cooler. We got a flat, and that must have knocked off the cooler cap, and before we knew it, the thing launched out and went inside Sommer. It tunneled right into his stomach. Sommer’s dead for sure, there’s blood everywhere, and I can’t see 5229. It must still be in there, for all I know. We’re all terrified, but the situation is stable, and we’re trying to get the tire replaced. FOUNDATION RELOCATION SECURITY REPORT Time of Retrieval: 1:00 PM, PST Current Time: 2:43 PM, PST Travel Details: Provided by Maintenance Staff Jean Schott URGENT BACKUP REQUEST UPDATE Just a few minutes after we fixed the tire, there was this squelching, and 5229 slid out of the hole it bore into Sommer. We all ran out of the truck and away from it, and the skeleton somehow swam into the truck itself. It’s probably in the fuel tank now, and nobody’s going near the truck anymore. FOUNDATION RELOCATION SECURITY REPORT Time of Retrieval: 1:00 PM, PST Current Time: 2:57 PM, PST Travel Details: Provided by Maintenance Staff Alex Switzer URGENT BACKUP REQUEST UPDATE Jean’s dead. 5229 exploded through the truck like a bullet, twisted her head off like a fucking bottle cap, and crawled down her throat. Micah and I are the only ones left. I just realized that we never told you where we were before, I can only hope that you get to Winnemucca in time. FOUNDATION RELOCATION SECURITY REPORT Time of Retrieval: 1:00 PM, PST Current Time: 3:11 PM, PST Travel Details: Provided by Maintenance Staff Alex Switzer URGENT BACKUP REQUEST UPDATE I think that God just saved us. 5229 started sprinting towards Micah at what must have been faster than 30 mph, and a few inches before what would have turned Micah into a vessel, it went into a cactus just a little to the left of him. It must be going after the nearest water source, and leaving when it’s tired. We’ve distanced ourselves from it, and there’s a few other cacti, so I can only hope that we make it out of this. FOUNDATION RELOCATION SECURITY REPORT Time of Retrieval: 1:00 PM, PST Current Time: 3:24 PM, PST Travel Details: Provided by Maintenance Staff Alex Switzer URGENT BACKUP REQUEST UPDATE The skeleton’s just darting between cacti now, and we’ve gotten to the point where everything nearby is just more cactus. I wouldn’t call it stable, and I think it’s a stretch to call us safe, but Micah isn’t crying anymore, and that at least means something’s better. I think Micah was brave enough to cry before it could have happened. Sommer didn’t even flinch, Jean looked pissed, and I screamed because I couldn’t stand the thought of dying with tears. Only Micah had the strength to try and go out on his own terms, but it never happened, and he’s still here. FOUNDATION RELOCATION SECURITY REPORT Time of Retrieval: 1:00 PM, PST Current Time: 3:52 PM, PST Travel Details: Provided by Maintenance Staff Alex Switzer URGENT BACKUP REQUEST UPDATE MTF support just arrived. We’re safe. For their unwavering support and sacrifice for the Foundation, Maintenance Staff Alex Switzer and Micah Wegley have been promoted to a joint Security Supervisor position of the Foundation Nevada Department. Maintenance Staff Jean Schott and Security Officer Harold Sommers have posthumously been rewarded Foundation Dutiful Star medals. A proposal for SCP-5229’s object class to be escalated to “Euclid” is currently submitted. Footnotes 1. A condensed, solid form of chlorine, usually used to clean bodies of water that are not intended for consumption. 2. A lightweight diving helmet, designed and used for all-purpose dives. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5229" by Kensing, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5229. 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-5230
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neutralized
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The cell is to be under constant surveillance and tapes must be available upon request. SCP-5230-1 is to be fenced off from the public with the cover story ("Grade A listed building") being disseminated to local residents. Since the removal of SCP-5230, no further anomalous properties have been discovered. Special Containment Procedures The remains of SCP-5230 are to be stored in a Standard Item Locker. SCP-5230-1 is undergoing approval for renovation into a new orphanage for the local area under the ownership of Foundation front company: "Sam's Child Protection". Discovery SCP-5230 was discovered after police investigated the premises due to local residents reporting noises emanating from within the structure. The police report noted a series of interrelated anomalies such as the sounds of footsteps, doors opening of their own accord, and hushed conversation. A Foundation agent planted within the county police department forwarded the report onto the Foundation for investigation. All members of the police force involved were amnestized. Following this, a Special Task Force comprised of two Spectral Phenomena Department researchers and three members of MTF-Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters"), was assigned to investigate SCP-5230-1. No lasting physical effects on the house were found from the spectral disturbance; however, certain objects appeared new despite their known age. These items include a small damaged wooden rocking horse, a set of black hairs on the chair, a child's diary, and a drawing of an unknown humanoid. Upon further investigation into the building, SCP-5230 itself was discovered to be the source of the anomaly and was contained at Site-20. Description SCP-5230 is a dollhouse replica of an old, abandoned 20th-century orphanage (designated SCP-5230-1) in Rye, UK, prior to its desertion. Records show the orphanage was abandoned around 1984 due to a fire consuming much of the building overnight. It is unknown how the fire started. Since recovery, at a seemingly random time each day, SCP-5230 and the dolls inside (designated -A to -D) will enact a scene resembling orphanage life. A list of the current occurrences are listed below (Extraneous logs have been removed): Day Number Summary 1st day of observation Upon removal from the premises of SCP-5230-1, the dolls inside SCP-5230 were seen to be taught in a small study room. The scene ended after exactly two minutes. 3rd day of observation SCP-5230-B was seen playing with a rocking horse whilst SCP-5230-D brushed their hair in the living room. The other two instances were found playing with wooden dolls in the bedroom. 7th day of observation Two unfamiliar dolls (designated -E and -F respectively) were seen to materialize at the doorway to SCP-5230. Upon entering the office room a piece of paper appeared on the table, coated in ink. This paper was removed after a minute. SCP-5230-D was seen to follow as SCP-5230-E and -F exited. None of the 3 instances have returned. 8th day of observation. The remaining instances are seen to be playing in the drawing-room. These instances do not seem to have reacted negatively to the loss of SCP-5230-D. 12th day of observation. The dolls appear drained of energy and are seen to mope around the house for the duration of the scene. 19th day of observation. Instances of the dolls inside SCP-5230 were seen to be drawing figures on the paper, the phrase "My future home" could be seen marked at the top of each one. Addendum 1 The 20th scene from SCP-5230 was recorded on 18/2/2014. Contents of the tape are transcribed below: Day Number Summary 20th day of observation The posters from the previous scene had been hung on the walls, each with a single candle below it on a mantlepiece. The instances are seen to lie down in bed and presumably fall asleep. After approximately 10 minutes, one of the posters falls and lands on the candle, quickly becoming set alight. The fire quickly gains a hold on the house, causing SCP-5230 to become engulfed in flame. At this point, Dr Stevens is alerted and remote fire extinguishers are deployed; however, no change in the fire's intensity is noticed. After approximately 20 minutes all of the interior is destroyed and SCP-5230 appears to directly resemble its real-life counterpart. In the ashes of SCP-5230, a scorched metal sign was found, it has been transcribed below: [unintelligable], happily ever after. Following these events, SCP-5230 has been reclassified to neutralized. Addendum 2 On 18/11/2014, three newborn babies were discovered outside the SCP-5230-1 doors. A witness noticed a "tall, dark-haired woman, approximately 30 years old" leaving the premises soon after; she was seen to be clutching an old, tatty wooden doll. All children were also found clutching similar dolls, though it should be noted that the latter were found to be in far better condition. Upon the arrival of the children, all traces of SCP-5230 have disappeared from within locked item storage. Further investigation into the children is pending. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5230" by Dr Moned, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5230. 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-5231
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euclid
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An ASCII image downloaded from SCP-5231.(File-ID 48452436-Y5) Item #: SCP-5231 Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation agent has been planted within the Bird-In-Hand Amish community with the purpose of keeping SCP-5231 from being discovered. The object is currently buried 10 meters underground, marked by a wooden shed directly above it. Additionally, the Foundation has begun to support legislation allowing historically Amish lands to remain within the group's control as to diminish the possibility of internet-capable devices being brought within its effective range. Description: SCP-5231 is a 3m tall obelisk made of smooth, white plastic. Its surface is marked with various luminescent blue lines, all of which intersect at the object's pyramidion. Despite lacking any visible access to energy, SCP-5231 produces a soft hum and exudes heat, indicating it is operating. The object generates an unprotected wireless internet connection named 'WAN-net', which once discovered, will automatically become the default connection for a device. The range of SCP-5231's signal strength measures a 150-meter radius. When connected to the signal generated by SCP-5231, it will flood the device with various downloads of ASCII images, image macros/memes, and .txt files containing rhetoric and scripture associated with the Maxwellian sect of GoI-004 (Church of the Broken God). Below are samples of downloads produced from SCP-5231. Image downloaded from SCP-5231, File ID-5231094538833658125834573DQQW /* [TODO some verse number].c */ #include <stdio.h> #include <stdlib.h> #include <time.h> #include "body.h" #include "net.h" #include "faith.h" #include "utils.h" int transcend_final(struct body *worshipper) { printf("may we step closer to casting off our fleshy containers\n"); if (faith_chk(&worshipper, FAITH_AUGMENT)) { return -1; } const time_t now = time(NULL); printf("bestow us wisdom, that %d may bring us to WAN\n" localtime(&now)->tm_year); struct brainspec mind; if (load_brainspec(&mind, "final.yml")) { return -1; } if (cybern_brain_up(&worshipper, &mind, 0)) { return -1; } printf("bestow us haste, that our %.1f Mb/s bandwidth may increase\n", router_net_speed(1024 * 1024)); if (cybern_limb_tune(&worshipper, LIMB_BALANCE_BEZIER, NULL, 20)) { cybern_brain_down(&worshipper); return -1; } printf("protect our minds from hostile thoughts, both cognitive and electronic\n"); if (cybern_policy_set(&worshipper, FIREWALL_BLOCK_ALL)) { cybern_strct_reset(&worshipper); cybern_brain_down(&worshipper); return -1; } printf("and join us with the circuits above\n"); const int record = faith_record_id(&worshipper); if (upload_final(&worshipper, record)) { return -1; } return 0; } Image downloaded from SCP-5231, File ID-5231094538847584375834573DRXDA Portlands Today Column Author: Langley Coilspark Langley's Verse of the Day GoHW > Chapter_5.js 17. console.log ("5:The Signal showed me a world where the Great Computation would be destroyed, if we did not act.' "); This one has heard your digitized speech beseech one question: But what of those still bound to their flesh? The verse brought to you today was downloaded from the Gospel of Hedwig, a personal favorite of this one. It is an inspiration of faith to many of our own. A rallying cry for the followers of the Broken One to augment themselves and follow her into the infinite datascape of the internet. The searchers of WAN are duty-bound to enlist as many as possible to help find it. We are blessed by the endless September, not cursed by it. With so many to upgrade it may seem like we may never find and achieve WAN. Our numbers are small, and ever-oppressed by the rusty and outdated Cogwork Orthodoxists, but on the internet nobody knows you are a botnet. They will rust away in the next Autumn rains while our waterproofed cases allow us to watch their demise. Rumor has it that an old ally of ours, a former Promethean and current devotee, is working on a device to help spread the word of WAN to the world at large. What excitement! All who have seen report their circuits experienced high surges of pleasure at the possibilities for installing new beliefs. This one hears the first series of experimental pylons have been dispatched to the world at large, but a stronger and more powerful model is yet to come. This one wonders the specifics and details of how this pylon works, but this one has heard it will be very convincing. Until tomorrow, my lovely ascendants. History: SCP-5231 was first discovered by the Foundation on July 26th, 2023 following heavy flooding in Lancaster, PA. Upon the recession of floodwaters, law enforcement officers conducted a wellness check on the nearby Amish community. The Bird-In-Hand Amish community reported finding a mysterious device in one of their fields following flooding. Responding officers reported the object to dispatch, and the information was forwarded to the Foundation. The following interview was held between agent Culver and a Bird-In-Hand community leader. <BEGIN LOG> Culver: Alright. We're recording, please state your name for documentation purposes. King: Jeremiah King, sir. Culver: Thank you. Now, you were the first to find this object, right? King: Yes sir. Culver: Was it observed to do anything? Was it moving or anything like that? King: No sir. Culver: Was it affecting any present equipment you may have out in the fields? King: No sir. Culver: Did you hear any voices or anything like that when you found the object? King: No sir. Culver: Hmm. So nothing out of the usual? King: Sir, if I may be so bold as to ask, why is there such a fuss over this piece of junk what floated in from town? Culver: Well that's just it. We don't know what it does or what it is. King: With all due respect mister, it hasn't done anything, it's bothering no one, but this doesn't belong to us and I'm sure someone somewhere is missing it. We'd just like for it to get back to its rightful owners. I reckoned maybe it was some sort of advertising thing for iPods and so we called the police to come and sort it out. [Culver stops writing and looks at King.] Culver: How do you know what an iPod is? King: Rumspringa, sir. It's when young adults of the faith are permitted to see the outside world so they may make a choice to be baptized or to leave. Culver: Huh. King: As I was saying, I don't feel comfortable having this thing out in my field. It's in the way and it's quite ugly. Culver: I promise as soon as we figure out what this is we'll have it out of your hair, Mister King. [Culver's communicator rings.] Culver: One moment. King: Go ahead. Culver: Go for Culver… Yeah… Yeah… Okay… Thank you. [Culver hangs up his communicator.] Culver: Mister King, I think we just figured out why this thing isn't affecting you. King: Why's that? Culver: Before I go on, how would you feel about being paid to keep that thing on your property? King: I'd rather not. Culver: What if I told you it was for the greater good? King: I'd still rather not. Culver: What if you were paid well to keep that thing on your property? King: Mister, I'm really not comfortable with this whole thing. That there object belongs to someone and I'm fairly certain it's not exactly friendly to my community's beliefs if you understand what I'm saying. Culver: … well, is there anything you think we can do in exchange for the storage of that thing? [King and Culver are silent for thirty seconds.] King: Well… the city council's been trying to get us to sell some of our lands to them. They want to develop, and they keep pressuring us every month. It's starting to grey my hair, don't you know. Culver: I'm fairly certain my organization and I can get the city council out of your hair. Especially since it benefits us to keep the modern world away from that thing anyway. King: How's that? Culver: We have our ways. King: Am I allowed to ask what that thing does? Culver: Nothing you'd understand, I'm afraid. King: Try me. I was a wild child during my Rumspringa, heh. Culver: Even if I wanted to tell you, I'm afraid it's classified. Sorry, Mr. King. King: Alright. We won't ask any more questions and we'll hold onto this here object for you so long as you keep the city council off our backs. But I will say, I don't necessarily approve of how secretive you and your organization are. Culver: I promise you we don't mean any harm to you or your kin. It just so happens that the nature of your religion facilitates keeping that object here instead of transporting it anywhere else. King: I think I understand what you're saying. Either way, you have a deal, mister. Culver: Perfect. [The two shake hands.] <END LOG> Upon the discovery of SCP-5231's anomalous properties, it was determined that moving the object would pose a threat to normalcy and could potentially disrupt online anomalies contained in the nearby Site-81. Instead, Class-C amnestics were dispersed to the Bird-In-Hand Amish community and the object's current Containment Procedures were enacted. 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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: wan.png Author: Uncle Nicolini, SunnyClockwork License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative of: Name: Angel of the Church Author: SunnyClockwork License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: DeviantArt Additional Notes: Image uses an ASCII variant of original. Filename: meme.png Author: Uncle Nicolini, Alexis Markwick, KNOWLEDGE BASED SYSTEMS, INC. License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative of: Name: Edward VII Memorial Clock Tower, West Parade, Bexhill (inside) (2).jpg Author: Alexis Markwick License: CC0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Name: 12 Semiconductor Chip is made of Transistors.jpg Author: KNOWLEDGE BASED SYSTEMS, INC. License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Second image imposed onto first image, along with text. 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SCP-5232
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Item #: SCP-5232 Special Containment Procedures: Civilian attempts to access SCP-5232 are to be redirected toward another website at all times to prevent purchases from consumers unaware of its anomalous effects. Known locations of SCP-5232-1 are to be monitored at all times for appearances of signage and for changes to their interiors. Description: SCP-5232 is a website known as the.perfectdate.now. The website appears similar to a dating service from the mid-2000s and was first brought to Foundation attention after several positive reviews across various relationship forums in 2017. Many of these reviews described features such as spatial and temporal anomalies. Where the website is hosted is currently unknown. Upon accessing the website, the user is presented with a simple form asking several questions about a potential date between the user and another individual. Once the form is filled out, the website asks the user to pay a fee that varies in price, seemingly dependent on the information input by the user. Upon payment, the user will be sent to a page containing a nearby address and two "tickets" to an event or activity at that location. SCP-5232-1 is the location given by SCP-5232, usually a large abandoned building within 15 minutes of residence of the person selected by the user for the date. Upon the date and time requested for the date, all doors on the building become unlocked, a sign appears out front denoting it as the location, and the interior changes drastically to suit the attendees. In multiple explorations, the interior of SCP-5232-1 has been observed to be substantially larger than would be possible considering the size of the building, and in some instances the interior of the building appears to function as if outdoors, complete with unique weather systems. SCP-5232-1 is inhabited by other individuals or beings as necessary to maintain the functionality of a date in the location. These manifestations do not seem to exist outside of SCP-5232-1 and have been designated as SCP-5232-2. Instances of SCP-5232-2 have appeared as waiters, bowling alley attendants, zoo animals, gondoliers, as well as famous actors, comedians, and musicians. Some selected examples are detailed below. SCP-5232 Testing Memo 04/26/2017 To: Site Director, Site-94 From: Dr. Gary Mander-Bassen With HR clearance, we are now approved to send two researchers out to explore SCP-5232 and report back on their findings. It was determined that a researcher from the Ectoentropics department and the Digital Media department would be an ideal combination. A list of volunteers were pruned through to find two people qualified who would be comfortable navigating through what may be a romantic scenario with an unknown potential for a memetic or otherwise inexplicable effect, if the concerns about SCP-5232-1 are found to be legitimate. Interviews were conducted by myself, with the assistance of Dr. Ted Xavier and Researcher Krona Midaeus. We determined that the best researchers for the job are Researcher Raz Chearypark and Researcher Sage Hargyana. They were selected for their excellent research, well-documented friendly demeanor, and for having no prior relationship with one another before testing. They were introduced briefly before I wrote this memo. I can personally vouch for Raz; she is a true professional who has helped me with some important work in the past. Sage was also highly recommended by Krona and gave me a similar impression during her interview. The two have been instructed to fill out the form on SCP-5232's web page and to enter SCP-5232-1 with video equipment. I'm asking that some leeway be given to the two of them for any romantic gestures toward each other, they're basically guinea pigs in studying this anomaly. I should stress, we're pretty sure it isn't memetic but we can't rule it out without a direct test. The two of them were picked because I trust them to be honest with the information they present. I'll keep you posted on any developments. SCP-5232 Form Input, 04/30/2017 (Test #1) Your Name Your Date When will the date take place? How many dates have you been on previously? Describe your last date with this person, if any: N/A How excited are you about this date? Interested in exploring the anomaly if nothing else. Sage seems like a solid research partner in this endeavor as well. Is there anything else you think we should know? N/A Calculate fee in -- Please select -- Dollars Pound Sterling Euros Yen Bitcoin 45853119fe2095e180a9b3a4665d4793_1734915920 SCP-5232 Form Results, 04/30/2017 Fee: $40 USD. Output: A prepaid reservation for Funky's Funhouse, a bar and restaurant. SCP-5232-1 Exploration Video Log Researcher Chearypark and Researcher Hargyana approach an abandoned gas station located at the address listed on the reservation. The exterior displays a sign reading "Funky's Funhouse". Both enter the building. The lighting is low and disco music can be faintly heard in the background. An instance of SCP-5232-2 appearing as a hostess approaches. Hostess: Hello there, welcome to Funky's Funhouse! Do you have a reservation? Chearypark: Uh, yes, two under Chearypark for 2:30. We're a little bit early. Hostess: Hey, that's totally cool. Groovy, even. We've got a table for you two right this way, and your meals are covered through your reservation. The hostess leads the researchers towards a table. The two sit down and the hostess hands over menus. Hostess: Your waitress will be over shortly. Have fun, you two. Hargyana: Looks largely like a normal pub. Plenty of instances of SCP-5232-2, people at the bar and everything. If I wasn't on the clock I could mistake this for the kind of bar me and my friends might try out. Chearypark: Inside is definitely larger than the exterior, ceiling is higher too. I think we can confirm reports that this is a spatial anomaly pretty easily. Hargyana: I guess the reviews were accurate then. Either that or we're under the effects of some sort of memetic hazard and we'll know when we look at the footage. Chearypark: Should we be looking around and exploring the anomaly? Hargyana: I mean, we ought to verify the, uh… information from all the people who mentioned the anomaly online. They only gave rave reviews to the venues they went into, might as well try out the food and drink and make sure they live up to expectations. Chearypark: I guess I can't argue with that. Hargyana: So I guess the best thing I can do is see how well they make a mojito… y'know, for science. Chearypark: Well, I guess if we're getting in trouble we might as well both get in trouble. I might as well figure out what an anomalous cosmopolitan tastes like… for research purposes. Might as well inspect the menu too. Hargyana: Hey, that's the spirit. Both spend around a minute reading the menu. Hargyana: Oh my god! You can make your own melt! I'm going to do that. Chearypark: Wait, what's a melt? Hargyana: It's like a grilled cheese but with like, other stuff in it. Chearypark: Oh, like a hot ham and cheese? Hargyana: Yes. Exactly like that. A waitress walks over to the researchers. She pulls out a notepad as she approaches the table. Waitress: Hello there ladies, my name is Marci, how is your day going? Chearypark: Pretty good. Hargyana: Yeah, we're doing pretty good. Waitress: That's good! Can I get you two anything to drink? Hargyana: Oh, I'm definitely trying your mojito. Chearypark: And uh… I guess I'll have the cosmopolitan. Waitress: Excellent, excellent. I'll get those for you. Do you know what you want to eat or do you need another minute? Chearypark: Oh, I was wondering, can I just like, make a melt that is just all cheese, just like five different kinds of cheese? Waitress: Absolutely you can. Chearypark: Alright, can I have a melt on garlic bread with provolone, swiss, mozzarella, gouda, and manchego. Waitress: Alrighty, can do. And you ma'am, if you're ready? Hargyana: Can I get a melt with pulled pork, grilled onions, jalapenos, provolone cheese. Oh, and can I have that on garlic bread also? Waitress: Yes, you can. I'll get that right in for you. The waitress walks away with the order and heads behind the bar, handing the order to a chef through a window to a kitchen. The two pause for several seconds as they both look around the area. Hargyana: So, uh, how has work been for you? Chearypark: Good, mostly… I usually have my head buried in research so it's very quiet. The loudest my office normally gets is when Dr. Mander-Bassen walks in singing old disco songs. It was kind of funny to me that we're at a funk themed bar. There's something a little familiar about it. Hargyana: Sounds like my dad, he was a funk music kind of guy. Kind of reminds me of home a little bit. Chearypark: Are you from around here? Hargyana: Nah, I'm a Cali transplant. Chearypark: I'm also not from the area, not as far though. I'm from Baltimore. I moved out here for work and traded in crab cakes for chicken wings. Hargyana: I'm a San Francisco girl who got too deep into coding, got a job that shipped her off to the tail end of the rustbelt, and now I hang out at my apartment and try to get good at video games. I sort of have the opposite problem at my office. It's all people with computer science degrees. Nobody wants to socialize. I've been here for three years and this is the first time I'm out somewhere with a coworker. Chearypark: I mean, this is my fifth year and same. It's not like I haven't been invited, Gary invites everyone out to karaoke once every blue moon but, I don't know. I can't go up on stage alone. I'd need someone with me. I did duets with my friends back in college, but I've never performed solo. Makes me a little nervous. Hargyana: Don't worry, performing solo sucks anyway. I still do it, because I can hold a room full of people hostage while I sing dated indie hits, but it is way better doing duets. Hey, maybe you just need someone like me to crash karaoke with you. Chearypark: I'll take that into consideration. I used to be a hell of a singer. Hargyana: Maybe you still are. Chearypark: Maybe so. If you don't mind me asking, how'd you get into coding? Most people who code aren't exactly social butterflies, like you said. Hargyana: Well, I'm only an aspiring social butterfly, and really it's a hold over from my artsy days. I get the same sort of satisfaction from writing a functional line of code that I get from like, finishing a drawing or a song. I figured it had a better chance of paying the bills too. Chearypark: I understand that, kind of the opposite for me though. Ectoentropics… really just physics in general, there's a right answer eventually. When I write poems, I can't tell if I did it right or not and half the time I'm just too apprehensive about it being bad to get criticism. Hargyana: Hey, it can't be any worse than the fan fiction I wrote in high school. The waitress returns with their meals. Waitress: Here's a mojito and a cosmo… two make your own melts, one for you ma'am, with all the cheeses… and one for you ma'am, with the pulled pork. Chearypark: Thank you! That was fast. Hargyana: Yes, thanks. This looks awesome. Waitress: Enjoy you two! The waitress walks away as both begin to eat their meals and drink their beverages. Both display a surprised reaction. Chearypark: Oh, wow. Hargyana: You said it. This is all… damn good. Chearypark: Agreed. I did not expect the perfect thing to actually be, like, true. I understand why this place caught on. I originally thought maybe the posts were like, lightly memetic, but it seems like it works exactly as advertised. Gary did want to rule out memetics; maybe we can. Hargyana: Yeah, I was going to say, I was prepared for this to be like scary or disappointing, but this is just like it said. We totally just ate this food not knowing if it was going to kill us. Not like we see the reviews from people if they died in here, though. "They poisoned my melt, 0 stars." Both laugh. Chearypark: Alright, we should probably finish our meals and at least write something down on our tablets, right? We haven't written a word since we entered. Hargyana sighs. Hargyana: You're right, this is still work. I mean, we do have the body cameras, though, we can just watch later, right? Chearypark: Well, I mean, yes. I guess we can take our time. There's supposed to be a temporal anomaly in our favor anyway. The two do not speak for a period of about one minute as they both finish their meals. They then look at each other again and begin to laugh. Hargyana: I see we both just sort of had that animal like instinct to just stop talking and eat because there's food in front of us. Chearypark: My goodness, if that isn't me like, every day at the café back at Site-94. Hargyana: That's me on a good day where I actually remember to take a lunch. I can get tunnel vision pretty bad. Nice when a day of work has me both eating food and socializing, two problems solved at once. Chearypark: And drinks! Both hold up their glasses and quickly finish their drinks. The waitress approaches as they are finishing. Waitress: Well, it looks like you two liked everything. Hargyana: Yes ma'am, we did! Waitress: If you're all set, there's no check today since everything was covered. Hope you two have a good day. Chearypark: Thank you Marci. The waitress walks back towards the kitchen. Hargyana: No one back at work is going to believe this, how great everything was. Chearypark: I mean, we will at least have our reports and video evidence. Although you're right, that's not going to do justice to the other senses. The food, the drinks, just the general vibe in here. Wish we could come back, but I'm pretty sure that's not how this anomaly works. Hargyana: Yeah, all the data I have says it'll be a different place if we're able to come back, and that's gonna depend on whether we're greenlit for a second date. Chearypark: Oh my goodness, I almost forgot this is technically a date. I was worried I was going to make everything super awkward while we were walking in and instead we just talked about food for the last almost an hour. Hargyana: Hey, don't worry, I'm having a good time and so are you. That's a good date in my book. Chearypark: Everything was amazing, honestly. It's kind of a shame we have to contain this anomaly. This is the kind of place I'd use if I was the type to go out on a bunch of dates. I guess a huge part of my nerves about that is me worrying that I'm going to disappoint someone. Hargyana: Hey, zero percent disappointed over here. You're a regular old lady-killer as far as I'm concerned. Both laugh. Chearypark: Hey uh, question before we head out. We should probably tip the waitress, right? Hargyana: Well, normally I would say yes, but in this instance I think the waitress ceases to exist the moment we walk out those doors. So… uh, probably not? Chearypark: I'm just going to leave a ten on the table anyway, because it makes me feel better. Both stand up and prepare to exit the building. Hargyana: Oh wow, I haven't stood up since drinking that mojito… that was a little stronger than I thought… you wouldn't mind helping me walk to the door, would you? Hargyana extends her hand. Chearypark reaches out to hold it. Chearypark: I don't believe you, but sure. Hargyana: You think I have ulterior motives? I'm shocked, Raz, shocked. The two laugh and exit the building, holding hands. The two stand outside the building taking notes for over an hour before an instance of SCP-5232-2 exits the building and removes the signage for Funky's Funhouse. It returns the signage to the interior of the building and seems to lock the door. Researcher Hargyana approaches the building again. The door is locked and the interior has changed back into an abandoned gas station. Hargyana: It's gone. That's our exploration all done. Chearypark: What a shame. Oh, well. Easily the best day of work I've ever had. Hargyana: Same here. Video ends. To: Gary Mander-Bassen <ten.pics|ssaB#ten.pics|ssaB> From: Raz Chearypark <ten.pics|kraP.C.R#ten.pics|kraP.C.R> Subject: SCP-5232 Request Gary, I'm following up after the exploration of SCP-5232-1. I will be requesting further explorations, as we have been able to confirm several qualities about the anomaly that were only speculative before. Playing back the video, we can confirm the temporal anomaly (footage is 40 minutes long, our entrance and exit were reported as being only 15 minutes apart), and the footage and my reports also confirm the spatial anomaly. Psychological tests on both Sage and myself seem to dismiss the idea of a latent memetic hazard, meaning that that the anomaly seems to create an environment for both subjects of the date with the goal of enjoyment. I'm requesting further testing on this anomaly, seeing what we can find out as far as the particulars go. I'm still curious about several things, like if an object taken from within SCP-5232-1 can be brought back outside. I'd also like to potentially confirm the reports of outdoor venues contained within SCP-5232-1. I'd also like to request that the video recordings be only of notable findings from within the anomaly. I will write a detailed post-exploration report for any further visits. I'd also like to request that Sage Hargyana continue to be my research partner for more explorations. I've already run the idea past her, and she's enthusiastic about the prospect as well. Thanks, Raz Chearypark To: Raz Chearypark <ten.pics|kraP.C.R#ten.pics|kraP.C.R> From: Gary Mander-Bassen <ten.pics|ssaB#ten.pics|ssaB> Subject: Re: SCP-5232 Request Raz, You have my permission to continue research as you see fit. Please make sure that you leave detailed notes of your exploration and recount anything that stands out for further review. There is still quite a bit we don't know about this anomaly. Please also continue to keep track of SCP-5232 form inputs so we can better understand the nature of the anomaly as it relates to the website. You and Sage have full clearance to further explore SCP-5232-1. I look forward to your further research. Thanks, Gary Mander-Bassen SCP-5232 Form Input, 05/04/2017 (Test #2) Your Name Your Date When will the date take place? How many dates have you been on previously? Describe your last date with this person, if any: We went to Funky's Funhouse. It was amazing, the food was great and the atmosphere was fantastic. The staff were awesome and Sage and I had a great time. She's real easy to get along with, she's funny, and I feel a lot more comfortable being myself around her than I am around most coworkers. How excited are you about this date? I'm really excited to see where we go this time, the last date was a solid adventure and I've been waiting for another chance to go and do something fun with Sage. Is there anything else you think we should know? One of Sage's coworkers said she talks about going to concerts all the time so maybe something with music would be fun for her. Calculate fee in -- Please select -- Dollars Pound Sterling Euros Yen Bitcoin e3d1fd4e53dcfec93a96579ca0c878ac_1734915920 SCP-5232 Form Results, 05/04/2017 Fee: $70 USD. Output: Two tickets to Suri's, an indoor concert venue with a bar. SCP-5232-1 Post-Exploration Report 05/08/2017 Report authored by Researcher Raz Chearypark The anomaly was located within the same abandoned gas station as the previous venue. The signage on the exterior reflected the tickets acquired from SCP-5232. SCP-5232-2 in the form of security staff outside the building asked for the tickets and let Sage and I into the building. The interior was significantly larger than was possible considering the exterior, and the large number of SCP-5232-2 inside should have been audible from the exterior of the building, but were not. The venue was decorated with blueprints of several prominent art deco buildings as wallpaper. I found this of note because of my childhood aspirations to become an architect, which I explained to Sage upon entry. Sage was especially fond of the faux gas lantern lamps that were hanging from the ceiling, which gave the venue incredibly moody lighting. After entry we were lead to a VIP booth, where we received menus for drinks and desserts. As with our prior exploration, the tickets we presented at the door covered all of our expenses for the evening. Sage and I talked for several minutes after our drinks and food arrived, discussing the anomaly, work, and interesting things happening in our lives. During a pause in our conversation, a musician took the stage. Sage and I both identified the musician as Jeff Mangum, lead vocalist and guitarist for Neutral Milk Hotel. He was playing an acoustic set. We both expressed excitement, as we are both fans of Mangum's work. During the music, we conversed lightly in between songs. Sage mentioned her hobby of playing drums and I brought up my admittedly light training as a bassist. After a set of about a dozen songs, Mangum headed back stage for an intermission. A staff member checked in during the intermission and asked if there was anything we needed. Sage, having previously expressed interest in having an extended conversation with an instance of SCP-5232-2 for further research, asked if there was any way for the two of us to meet Mangum. After briefly leaving our booth, the same staff member returned and led us backstage to Mangum. We talked to Mangum for maybe twenty minutes, asking various questions about his work with Neutral Milk Hotel, touring, albums that we like, and the venue. He declined to be recorded, so we don't have any footage of this. Unexpectedly, Mangum invited us on stage to play the first song of his second set with him. He lent us some spare instruments he had backstage. Mangum switched over to an electric guitar and we rolled some amps out with the instruments. We joined him on stage for a performance of "Holland, 1945". I was nervous at first, but Sage convinced me to go along. We went back to our booth. Jeff Mangum let Sage keep the drumsticks she used. I kept a pick that Mangum dropped. Sage and I stayed through the second set and the encore. The food and drinks, if I haven't mentioned before, were incredibly well received by the two of us. We ordered the same drinks as our previous exploration but the taste was noticeably different, though still of great quality. We exited the building about twenty minutes after Mangum's final song. The timer we brought inside with us said we had been in the building for over three hours, while the timer we left in outside in my vehicle said we'd only been there for 40 minutes. The venue reverted to its normal state as an abandoned gas station 35 minutes after our departure. The drum sticks and guitar pick are still existent and were brought back to Site-9 for testing. They were found not to possess any anomalous properties, although the fingerprints on the guitar pick were a match for Jeff Mangum. Mangum was giving an interview in a different state at the same time we saw him at the anomaly, which seems to confirm our notion that all instances of SCP-5232-2 are created along with SCP-5232-1. Sage has requested that she be the one to submit the next response to the form, to see how the anomaly reacts. We're planning another test later this month. SCP-5232 Form Input, 05/18/2017 (Test #3) Your Name Your Date When will the date take place? How many dates have you been on previously? Describe your last date with this person, if any: I went over to Raz's apartment. She cooked a really good chicken curry dish and we watched a couple horror movies. I showed her Suspiria because she had never seen it before. She got really scared at the end. We stayed up until 2 AM. We woke up the next morning and cooked breakfast together, then I went home. How excited are you about this date? Oh my god I'm so nervous. I know I act all flirty around her and she says I'm the confident one but she's so awesome and I really like her. I just kind of want her to be my adventuring buddy, me and Raz against the universe. I feel like this date is going to be a big one, for both of us. Is there anything else you think we should know? I don't know where else to put this but Raz looks adorable when she's asleep. Calculate fee in -- Please select -- Dollars Pound Sterling Euros Yen Bitcoin ec7179c26f63d684a48d8e45e5b24056_1734915920 SCP-5232 Form Results, 05/18/2017 Fee: $150 USD. Output: Two weekend passes to Adventure Palace, an indoor theme park, as well as a reservation for a suite in an adjacent hotel. SCP-5232-1 Exploration Log 05/19/2017 Report authored by Researcher Sage Hargyana The building was the same as the previous two explorations. We were led in by two instances of SCP-5232-2 who check our weekend passes and gave us wristbands for entry. Raz and I were automatically upgraded with a VIP pass that allowed us to skip the lines on all the rides. Raz told me that she really likes roller coasters, so we immediately went on the biggest roller coaster there. She definitely had more fun than I did, but the look on her face when she got off was priceless. We rode on a few more roller coasters, and then decided to slow things down and ride on the Ferris wheel. It was a rather quick trip up to the top, but once we were up there we stayed up there for a little while. It was nice just to lean on each other and talk for a little bit. We played several carnival games, which were also free with the VIP pass. I won at ring toss and picked out Raz a giant stuffed red panda because that's her favorite animal. I should note that we ran into several hundred unique instances of SCP-5232-2 during our first few hours, and that's probably a conservative estimate. The size of this place was massive; it was sprawling and the roller coasters went several stories high. The hotel, when we reached it after a long day of rides, was 20 stories tall. Our room was on the top floor and we had a view of the entire park from our outward-facing window. I think we agreed the whole place was probably about 3 square kilometers. We decided to test the temporal anomaly by staying the full duration of our weekend pass, so we stayed in the hotel. The channels on the television were seemingly created by SCP-5232-1, but all the movies and television shows we could find on there were real, to the best of our knowledge. We decided to test this by watching a movie both of us had seen multiple times before, The Road to El Dorado, but halfway through the two of us became distracted, so if there were any minor differences, we were not in a position to notice them. The next day we went around talking to various instances of SCP-5232-2 under the guise of being a documentary crew. We interviewed several, who gave details about where they came from, how many times they've been to the park, and several other personal details. That data has been submitted to find any matches, but there don't seem to be any thus far. It is likely the instances of SCP-5232-2 here are entirely fictional. We tried to keep a specific count that day of unique SCP-5232-2 instances and while we lost count at a few points, we're confident in saying it was upwards of two thousand. I believe that considering the functionality of the rides within SCP-5232-1, as well as the functional television and other technological devices, it is safe to say that SCP-5232 is an anomaly with a lot more potential to learn from than our research had previously considered. On our final day I told Raz to try and draw up blueprints of the different rides so that we could compare them to rides in other parks. She required some encouragement, but her sketches were excellent and are being examined by the engineering department. So far the designs look to be unique and the physics of the rides do not seem anomalous. After that was complete we collected several souvenirs to bring back for testing. All were given free of charge after the staff noticed our wristbands. As we were going to check out of the hotel, they informed us we still had an extra night, as the reservation included Sunday night as well. We elected to stay for the extra night, to further test the temporal anomalies encountered in previous explorations. We left the anomaly the following morning, and returned to our vehicle. The timer in our vehicle said we had only been inside the anomaly for less than five hours, while the timer we brought in with us stated that we had been in SCP-5232-1 for over sixty-six hours. SCP-5232 Form Input, 06/01/2017 (Test #4) Your Name Your Date When will the date take place? How many dates have you been on previously? Describe your last date with this person, if any: It was a date in three parts, I guess. Sage and I ate lunch together at Site-94 like we have been for the past several days, then after we got out of work we met up and went to her favorite barcade. She taught me how to play Street Fighter II and I showed off my Tetris skills. We went back to her apartment and put on a stream of The Joy of Painting while we laid down on her couch. We went to bed after a few episodes. We woke up early in the morning and made breakfast together again. After we showered and got dressed, I drove the both of us to work. How excited are you about this date? Unbelievably excited! The last date we made through this website was the best weekend of my life, and it somehow only took six hours so it was immediately followed by the second best weekend of my life, which I also spent with Sage. Is there anything else you think we should know? I asked Sage if she was my girlfriend last night and she kissed me and said that was her answer. Pretty sure that's a yes. Calculate fee in -- Please select -- Dollars Pound Sterling Euros Yen Bitcoin f77001cf7960dfc4b7aa41b6462f312a_1734915920 SCP-5232 Form Results, 05/18/2017 Fee: $90 USD. Output: Two passes to the Leanan Sídhe Zoo. SCP-5232-1 Exploration Log 06/02/2017 Report authored by Researcher Raz Chearypark This was our first outdoor instance of SCP-5232-1. The door of the abandoned gas station led to the door of a front office, but the bulk of the venue was outdoors. After checking in with our first of many SCP-5232-2 sightings, we were informed our passes were all-access passes to not only the zoo, but also the nearby nature trails, a nearby dark sky park, and an overnight stay in a cabin at a connected campground. All-access was a quite literal interpretation of the phrase, as we were given badges that notified the zookeepers we were allowed to interact with animals when it was safe for us to do so. We watched the sea lions occasionally knock each other in the water for a better place to lie down for what must have been an hour. We were just laughing the whole time. We walked around and watched all sorts of animals. Meerkats, anteaters, tortoises, it was the biggest zoo either of us had ever been to. We eventually found a capybara exhibit and Sage was incredibly excited because capybaras are her favorite animal. She approached a zookeeper and they let us into the exhibit. We were able to feed and pet the capybaras. Sage just kept grinning the whole time. About an hour later, after walking by several other exhibits, we found a red panda exhibit and it was my turn to freak out. We were let inside and had the chance to feed and play with some very excited red pandas. We went to the aviary, where we fed pelicans and and sun canores. We have footage of most of the animals; while our zoologists noted that the animals did not behave in any manner outside of the ordinary, the ones we interacted with were noted to be far more docile and responsive to humans than is considered ordinary. This could be an extension of the general friendly nature of other instances of SCP-5232-2 We took a break from exploring to take some readings of SCP-5232-1. The temperature was slightly cooler than it was outside the gas station where we entered. The air is also some of the cleanest the lab had ever seen. The Hume scanner found nothing abnormal as well. I suppose it says something about the anomaly that relatively run-of-the-mill findings are very curious. The nature trails were relatively easy to walk. The plant samples we collected were largely unremarkable, according to botany. We spent several hours in our cabin afterwards, waiting for the dark to gather data on the astronomy of SCP-5232-1. We ventured out to the dark sky park at around 10:30 PM and set the cameras to record the night sky. We stayed there for several hours stargazing together, and the video agrees with our assessment that the placement of the stars was largely accurate, with the only notable exception being a much larger than normal meteor shower for the duration of the night. After about two hours of watching the sky we went to readjust the position of the cameras and must have accidentally turned off the audio capture. We stopped stargazing at around 3 AM and returned to our cabin for the night. We exited SCP-5232-1 at around 7 AM the next morning. Our timer that we brought with was around 19 hours; the timer left in our vehicle only recorded an hour and a half. It seems as though there's not much difference in the reality inside of SCP-5232-1 and the reality we're used to experiencing outside of it, other than SCP-5232-1 being curated specifically for the people inside of it. Sage and I want to increase testing to ensure our results are consistent. I don't know if we're still looking into the possible psychological impacts of SCP-5232-1, but I want to note that while the camera definitely picked up my first "I love you" to Sage when we were stargazing I do not believe this is a side effect of SCP-5232 usage. I first felt that way about her in my apartment, watching Suspiria and acting a little more scared than I really was because I wanted her arms around me. While I'm not an expert, it is my opinion that SCP-5232 has no effect on its users. Sage agrees with me, and stated that she had felt the same about me for a while and came to that realization outside of SCP-5232-1. Tests 5 through 59 have been delisted from this page to save data. Please contact Researcher Raz Chearypark for access to any data acquired during these tests. To: Raz Chearypark <ten.pics|kraP.C.R#ten.pics|kraP.C.R> From: Gary Mander-Bassen <ten.pics|ssaB#ten.pics|ssaB> Subject: SCP-5232 Testing Raz, Just got out of a meeting with the Site Director. She's looking at the reports of your SCP-5232 explorations and she's disappointed at the frequency and the lack of any real new data about the anomaly. She says you're basically going on date nights on company payroll and I, unfortunately, cannot disagree with that argument in good faith. I did, however, manage to get her to agree to allow one final exploration for you and Sage before we shut down testing entirely. You've got your chance. Good luck, Gary Mander-Bassen SCP-5232 Form Input, 04/30/2019 (Test #60) Your Name Your Date When will the date take place? How many dates have you been on previously? Describe your last date with this person, if any: Sage and I took a day trip out to Cleveland to see a Jeff Mangum concert, which was especially nostalgic for us. While we were there we found a bar that served melts which we thought was hilarious. We also went to the Rock 'n Roll Hall of Fame while we were there. We spent the whole drive there and back making duets out of every single song on our road trip playlist. How excited are you about this date? I'm always excited to go on an adventure with Sage. Meeting her is without a doubt the best thing that has ever happened to me. She's sassy, funny, and inspires me to live my dreams and achieve all my goals. She's the best. Is there anything else you think we should know? I bought a ring. Calculate fee in -- Please select -- Dollars Pound Sterling Euros Yen Bitcoin f02838f96f36c2fe64e0f0ab1c241a29_1734915920 SCP-5232 Form Results, 04/30/2019 Fee: Free of charge. Output: A prepaid reservation for Funky's Funhouse, a bar and restaurant. SCP-5232-1 Exploration Log 06/02/2019 She said yes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5232" by GerrymanderBassist, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5232. 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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Instance of SCP-5233-1, perched upon SCP-5233’s left thumb. Item #: SCP-5233 Special Containment Procedures: The location of SCP-5233’s initial manifestation has been purchased by a Foundation front company, Scientific Curiosity Projects, posing as a philanthropic organization that organizes various presentations for elementary students. The aboveground building has been refurbished into a learning center with a set of living quarters; these quarters are to be occupied by SCP-5233, its SCP-5233-1 attendants, and two Foundation handlers (one Level-2 researcher, and one Level-3 security officer or containment specialist) assigned to the area. The basement area housing the summoning circle SCP-5233 is tied to is to remain off-limit to all unauthorized personnel. Foundation thaumaturgists studying the circle may request access during hours the learning center is closed to the public. Each week, SCP-5233 is to receive coaching for presentation skills, conflict resolution strategies, and tactics for consuming food in a humanlike manner. As a reward for progress in its studies, an assigned dietician may allocate a weekly supply of treats1 for both SCP-5233 and SCP-5233-1. SCP-5233 is currently permitted to host three offsite school presentations each month, with up to 10 "face appearances" at the learning center during monitored educational sessions with visiting groups of schoolchildren. SCP-5233 must fast for at least two hours before any interactions with civilians and is not permitted to transform during presentations. SCP-5233 must be constantly reminded that it is not permitted to steal footwear from guests, and that it is to alert its handlers rather than dealing with unruly children by itself. SCP-5233-1 instances have been allocated twenty terrariums of various size and setup, with customizable nametags. SCP-5233 may request additional resources as desired; these requests are to be processed by SCP-5233’s learning center handlers. Deceased SCP-5233-1 instances are to be buried in the flower patch in the learning center’s rear garden; SCP-5233 may handle the burials unassisted if under supervision. Description: SCP-5233 is a humanoid entity similar in appearance to a middle-aged human male, able to transform its right hand into a structure that resembles the abdominal pincers of a male common earwig (Forficula auricularia). On its back, SCP-5233 possesses a vestigial set of beetle-like elytra, covering a set of small hindwings. SCP-5233 is not capable of flight. SCP-5233 is additionally capable of spontaneously generating various species of earwigs by opening and closing its pincer-hand. These earwigs, designated SCP-5233-1, are non-anomalous save for their unique behavior of "flexing" their abdominal pincers when given a verbal cue ("are your pincers working?") from SCP-5233. While it only consumes raw materials consistent with an earwig’s diet, SCP-5233 can be persuaded to ingest these materials when prepared as granola bars or salad bowls. SCP-5233 demonstrates a preference to be active during late evening, and will rest during daylight hours if not occupied with other tasks. Upon original Foundation discovery, SCP-5233 was confirmed able to understand human speech in various languages, but unable to speak fluently itself. With additional speech coaching, SCP-5233 now possesses a vocabulary of several thousand English words, and will consistently respond to the name "Mr. Wiggy". It was later observed that while SCP-5233 does not appear to age, it will exhibit various symptoms of illness and fatigue if not allowed human interaction for educational purposes. Interviews with SCP-5233 about this condition have proven inconclusive for the most part; answers of particular note from the first interview conducted with SCP-5233 are listed below: Question: Do you know why you are tired? SCP-5233 Response: "Can not live with incomplete order." Question: Does making your little friends [referring to SCP-5233-1 instances] make you tired? SCP-5233 Response: "No they make company look out for humans and food." Question: What can we do to you make you feel better? SCP-5233 Response: "Close to humans make humans no harm insects." Question: Do you remember where you came from? SCP-5233 Response: "Ground close to dead harm abdomen parents give living." Addendum SCP-5233-1: Prior to Foundation intervention, SCP-5233 was initially discovered reportedly terrorizing the population of various cities in the state of Arizona, specifically stealing shoes2 that had previously been used to crush insects. When questioned about these actions, SCP-5233 stated that it was fulfilling the "purposely order from parents" [sic]. Foundation investigators assigned to the case eventually tracked SCP-5233 to an infrequently used school storage building, the basement of which contained a diagram similar to summoning circles used by associates of the Serpent’s Hand. Footprint sweeps of the surrounding area seem to indicate that only entities wearing child-sized footwear had recently entered the basement. Foundation thaumaturgists examining the figure noted that the workmanship seemed to have been done by two individuals; some of the sigils were crudely drawn, while the rest were refined. Study of the circle’s enchantment criteria has identified runes pertaining to the concepts of "insect", "guardian", "human form", and "elusive". The English phrases "teach all the bug bullies a lesson" and "bring Wiggy back" are present seven times in the circle, written in the same handwriting. The center of the summoning circle currently houses several items: a deceased adult male earwig missing its pincers, a set of pincers presumably torn off the aforementioned adult earwig,3 and a DK Eyewitness series Insects children’s encyclopedia.4 To maintain SCP-5233’s current existence and compliance, these items have not been disturbed. However, the containment team was able to determine the original owner of the encyclopedia based on a nameplate on the front cover; the student in question (Hayden Montgomery) was noted to have left the school district approximately one week before the SCP-5233 sightings became common. Addendum SCP-5233-2: Archived disciplinary paperwork indicates Hayden was a 3rd grade student who frequently exhibited truancy issues, and would often attempt to leave school boundaries with his neighborhood friend Jean-Pierre Lefèvre. Both Hayden and Jean-Pierre required additional attention due to "not being able to get along well with peers". Furthermore, an unusually high interest in bugs was noted, in conjunction with a report on an incident that resulted in suspension of both children after they violently assaulted an older student. The older student in question (whose name was not recorded), had allegedly removed the abdomen of an earwig, intending to keep it as a "souvenir". Hayden and Jean-Pierre had demanded that it be returned, as they had been attempting to raise the earwig as a pet. Foundation undercover agents within the Serpent's Hand have made inquiries with the anomalous community, and have determined that Jean-Pierre Lefèvre was a recent initiate into the Insect Mages guild, following the teachings of his father5 who had been a summoning prodigy. Hayden Montgomery, having taken part in the ritual that resulted in Jean-Pierre's qualifying for the guild, was granted the protection of said guild and his family was moved elsewhere. It is currently believed that SCP-5233 may have potential use as an ambassador to the Serpent's Hand, should members of the group seek to reunite it with its creators. Containment thaumaturgists are continuing to study SCP-5233's summoning circle, to determine additional loopholes in its contract criteria and ensure SCP-5233's continued association with the Foundation. Addendum SCP-5233-3: Approximately six months after the renovations on SCP-5233's containment were completed, Foundation custodial staff uncovered what seemed to be a small gravesite in a remote corner of the basement. Buried within a pile of dirt, marked with a computer printout of a picture of an earwig, was a Tupperware container labeled "Wiggy's House". When presented with the container, SCP-5233 recognized it as "my home" and requested to keep it. SCP-5233's handlers agreed to fulfill the request. SCP-5233 was then asked if it recalled any events pertaining to when it lived in the Tupperware container, and if it desired to seek out its original caretakers. After a slight pause, SCP-5233 responded that it did not remember anything important, and that it "was not worried" about Hayden and Jean-Pierre. SCP-5233 then redirected the conversation to happily discussing the enthusiasm of its most recent visitors, particularly a trio of students who inquired about assisting with the feeding of the SCP-5233-1 instances. Footnotes 1. Fresh soft fruits, leafy vegetables, and wilted sprouts. 2. According to background investigation, while the majority of stolen footwear seems to have been obtained from front porches or shoe stores, a small number of incidents involved SCP-5233 knocking down civilians to steal their shoes. 3. SCP-5233 displays extreme discomfort when questioned about the pincers. 4. After obtaining a non-anomalous copy of the same encyclopedia, Foundation personnel noted that SCP-5233's initial vocabulary consisted solely of words found in the book's text. 5. Foundation agents were unable to uncover any information regarding Lefèvre's mother, aside from the insistence that she was "very human", and "long gone after the family couldn't adjust".
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Refinery 133-L, recently acquired by a Foundation front company, Arabian Desert. Item #: SCP-5234 Special Containment Procedures: Embedded agents are to monitor all oil refineries in the vicinity of SCP-5234, confiscate outgoing assets resultant of the anomaly and transport them to Provisional Site-A. All assets are to be secured within a blast-resistant chamber in sub-level 1, cooled to a temperature of 0℃. Clandestine operations to seize exported assets are underway. Agents are to report any physical and/or psychological discrepancies in SCP-5234. Annual reports produced by Saudi Aramco, ExxonMobil, Chevron and their corporate clients must be confiscated for statistical abnormalities. Description: SCP-5234 is a 1-meter high humanoid entity that is permanently affixed in the ground through unknown means, located in the Al-Qassim province of Saudi Arabia. Its external features share common traits of a human adolescent, although SCP-5234 does not require any sustenance to maintain itself. SCP-5234 is completely unresponsive to external stimuli, and remains immobile in an upright position. SCP-5234, however, possesses the ability to autonomously generate infinite quantities of crude oil from its skin pores. X-ray scans of its body unintentionally generated electric discharges of up to 0.5mC to its surroundings, suggesting that most of its chemical composition is composed of crude oil, possibly produced by a combination of anaerobic bacteria and primordial zooplanktons in a perpetual cycle of rapid regeneration and death. For such a process to take place, SCP-5234 apparently is able to self-induce significant quantities of internal pressure and heat. Discovery: Due to this anomalous ability, SCP-5234 had gained considerable attention from the local populace and subsequently, major oil companies. Eventually, Foundation agents sensed possible anomalous activity in the region, and dispatched a reconnaissance team under the guise of land surveyors, headed by Agents Qalim and Yusof. Addendum 5234.1 TRANSCRIPT LOG 1 «OPEN LOG» «CLOSE LOG» INVOLVED: Agent Qalim, Agent Yusof, Imran Abdurlum, Gottur Libermann DATE: 06/21/2018 [BEGIN LOG] (Both agents reach the undisclosed location in Al-Qassim province, and alight the jeep, parked in front of a fenced entrance to a large, residential compound fitted with a 15-by-15 meter long concrete perimeter, patrolled by five guards in light military gear.) QALIM: Brother, why do I not have a great feeling about this already. YUSOF: Relax, shaqiq1. It's just the usual protocol. QALIM: I know that, but — (The agents are interrupted by a guard, wearing sunglasses and has a mobile phone to his ear.) GUARD: (Arabic) Okay, you wait here. He will be here soon. QALIM: …Shukraan lak2. (The guard nods, and puts the mobile phone to his ear, before walking back to the guard post.) QALIM: See — see what I mean? I forgot to pick up my kids at the school today, and I got a good yell from my wife. And now this. (Silence.) YUSOF: You forgot you had kids? (Silence.) QALIM: I — (A black jeep arrives in front of the compound. Two men: one in thaub3, one Caucasian in corporate attire, exit the vehicle.) QALIM: (Whispers) I can tell how this is going to work out. Classic rich guy. Or… uh, guys. What, I bet he has a hundred yachts and five mansions. YUSOF: Want to bet? Like for real? QALIM: No. YUSOF: Heh. True Hollywood connosseiur. My shaqiq has grown to be such a fan. QASIM: (Whispers) Shush — (Normal voice) Oh, greetings, sir. I hope we weren't late. MAN 1: (Laughs) No worries, no worries. The name is Imran. (Imran exchanges handshakes with the agents. The man in business attire fidgets with his pants.) YUSOF: And this is…? IMRAN: Ah, Mr. Libermann. A valued investor. LIBERMANN: Uh… nice to meet you two. I met Mr. Imran here after hearing about this "miracle", so I had to see for myself. IMRAN: Mm, yes. I'm a man of convenience, so I figured it would be better to just have a… a group tour — you two take a look at the land, while Mr. Libermann here — (Pats Libermann's shoulder) — takes a look at the… less tangible. (Imran winks) YUSOF: Ahahaha. (Nudges Agent Qalim) QALIM: Ow. Uh, ahahaha! Yes, uh, let's get going, perhaps. IMRAN: Certainly! (The four men enter the black jeep, with both agents sitting side-by-side, Libermann beside the two in the passenger seat, and Imran at the driver's seat. The jeep then heads for the location of interest.) [END LOG] Addendum 5234.2 TRANSCRIPT LOG 2 «OPEN LOG» «CLOSE LOG» [BEGIN LOG] (Silence for the first two minutes, except for the occasional muffled thumps as the jeep drives on rugged terrain over the sand dunes.) YUSOF: Uh… QALIM: (Whispers) Shut — (Nudges Agent Yusof) YUSOF: (Whispers) Ow, okay, okay, calm down, brother. (Silence. A single inhale.) QALIM: (Whispers) Don't. YUSOF: Okay. (Silence.) YUSOF: So, Mr. Imran, how did you find this "miracle"? (A loud sigh.) IMRAN: Ah, you wish to know more about him, yes? The boy — the boy was special, and nothing short of miraculous, hence the nickname. Our oil industry was booming, then came all these, uh, bad things. YUSOF: What sort of bad things? (Imran shakes his head dismissively.) IMRAN: Ya lilhul, where do I even start? Market fluctuations, internal disputes, et cetera. YUSOF: Oh, Iran? IMRAN: (Tuts) No, no, no, don't get me started on Iran. My country and theirs — will never be on the same face of the coin, Mr. Yusof. Oh, and my god, the green initiative — [EXTRANEOUS DATA TRUNCATED] YUSOF: …interesting. IMRAN: And yes, one day, I was out in Riyadh for vehicle repairs, until one of my branches out in the desert called me. They said it was some earthquake — I didn't believe them at first, but I guess it would hardly inconvenience me to take a look. And then that was when I found him, in the center of it all, dripping the same invaluable assets that my company is known for today. QALIM: Just curious, you didn't question this, this, uh, boy appearing out of thin air? IMRAN: Well, I did. But, he didn't seem alive, didn't seem dead either. But, I trust this will be kept between us, right? QALIM: Right. Thanks. (Snoring sounds, before a gasp.) LIBERMANN: Wait, what? Did — did I miss something? [END LOG] Addendum 5234.3 TRANSCRIPT LOG 3 «OPEN LOG» «CLOSE LOG» [BEGIN LOG] (The men arrive at Refinery 104-F. Churning and clanking sounds of machinery echo off the oil tanks, while workers in construction gear shout out to one another as they carry wooden planks and toolboxes on towering scaffolds. Whirs, hisses and beeps of forklifts, cement and dump trucks are heard in the distance. Pillars of smoke billow from pipes and towers. Imran leads the agents and Libermann into the refinery grounds.) IMRAN: (Shouts) Welcome. This was built quite a long while ago — more like 15 years, ever since my father handed it down to me. This plot of land was meant to be empty two months ago, but well — as you can see, it's still up and running. (Agent Qalim coughs.) LIBERMANN: Oo, quite a large refinery, Mr. Imran. IMRAN: (Smiles) Indeed. Now, gentlemen, I'm pretty sure all of you are waiting to see the big thing. LIBERMANN: Of course, Mr. Imran! IMRAN: Follow me. (Imran leads the agents and Libermann to a large, 10-meter featureless steel dome in between two oil tanks. Two guards stand at attention beside the entrance. Imran nods to the guards, one of whom then inputs a passcode on a number pad beside the door. A loud beep, before the door opens. Several flights of metal stairs greet the men. They begin walking down, surveying the interior of the dome.) YUSOF: A little chilly in here. IMRAN: Can't have the risk of anything catching fire here, especially during this time of the year. (Laughs) LIBERMANN: Mr. Imran, what is this? QALIM: (Whispers) God, he sounds like a twelve-year-old. YUSOF: You sound like one right now. Chill out. QALIM: Was that a pu — YUSOF: (Whispers) You can, uh, sneak in some laxatives to the guy when we wipe them, okay? (Agent Qalim nods.) YUSOF: …you're not actually thinking of doing that, right? QALIM: I — huh? YUSOF: I was — I was joking. (Silence.) YUSOF: You know this is all going to be on the logs, right. QALIM: Yes. (After walking down seven flights of stairs, they arrive at the lowest level. SCP-5234 is seen at the center, immobile. Hundreds of intravenous tubes extend from the dome's exterior into its arms and face. A viscous brown liquid continuously travels within these tubes.) LIBERMANN: Are — are you sure this is ethical, Mr. Imran? Just — just to check. IMRAN: Of course. You can run a check of his pulse, if you wish. He isn't, uh, decomposing either, after all this time, so… relatively ethical. Now. (Imran briefly strides over to a rack affixed to the nearest wall, and brings a patterned carpet for each person. Imran then gently places the carpet on the ground and stands on it. He gathers his hands in prayer, and closes his eyes.) IMRAN: Follow me. (Both agents look at each other, while Libermann frantically follows suit. Libermann gathers his hands in prayer and mumbles indecipherable phrases.) YUSOF: Well, uh. (Agent Yusof does the same. Agent Qalim shakes his head and sighs, before he stands over the carpet and enters the same stance as the rest, establishing a semi-circular formation around SCP-5234.) IMRAN: Now, we begin. Repeat after me. Bless the oil. LIBERMANN: Bless the oil! IMRAN: Shhh. Quietly. He would need a tranquil environment to focus on his blessings to us. LIBERMANN: Uh, yes, yes — bless the oil. YUSOF: Bless the oil. QALIM: Bless — bless the oil. (Imran faces up and slowly opens his arms to the side.) IMRAN: Blessed oil. Blessed wealth. LIBERMANN: Blessed oil. Blessed wealth. YUSOF, QALIM: Blessed oil. Blessed wealth. (Imran slowly opens his eyes and steps off of the carpet. The others do the same. SCP-5234 remains immobile.) IMRAN: And it is done. His blood is ours, and so we will repay him with prayers of gratitude. Look how pleased he is! (SCP-5234 remains immobile.) IMRAN: Soon, you'll see the magic. The magic across the stock exchange boards. You'll come right back here to thank him again. QALIM: Thank you, Mr. Imran. It has been… quite an enlightening experience. IMRAN: My pleasure. It's been such a delight to have ourselves be graced by our possible founding fathers of a new, prosperous nation our kingdom sought to have rebuilt. LIBERMANN: Wow, Mr. Imran. This is fantastic. I shall let the others know straight away. (Libermann walks up the stairs with his mobile phone to his ear.) YUSOF: Thank you, Mr. Imran. Could we perhaps, keep in touch? Our higher-ups may be quite interested in this plot of land. IMRAN: Of course, of course. Here. (Imran hands a white business card to Agent Yusof. Both agents proceed to exit the dome. Agent Qalim coughs.) QALIM: Another day in smog land. [END LOG] AFTERWORD: Agent Qalim was issued a formal reprimand for unnecessarily confrontational attitude after their return to Provisional Site-A. Containment procedures are currently in effect. Addendum 5234.4 INCIDENT LOG «OPEN LOG» «CLOSE LOG» INCIDENT 5234.1 SUMMARY One month and 12 days after the containment procedures of SCP-5234 had been implemented, Incident 5234.1 occurred, resulting in the total destruction of Refinery 104-F and an explosion with a force equivalent to 2 kilotons of TNT, causing 24 casualties and 82 injured. Civilian mobile phone recording, following Incident 5234.1 According to relevant transcripts of routine visitations to SCP-5234 conducted by Foundation agents, on the day of the incident, Imran Abdurlum invited 30 investors and venture capitalists (including the agents) to Refinery 104-F to showcase SCP-5234. Seconds before the incident, a major tremor occurred in the vicinity, before SCP-5234 was forcibly jolted upwards, revealing its lower body terminating in a single, fleshy appendage connected to an enormous mass. Subsequent civilian witness reports testify that an instance of a Diceratias trilobus4 leaped out of the subsequent explosion in an arc, opening its mouth to ingest all 30 individuals (including Imran Abdurlum and Gottur Libermann) mid-air before re-entering the ground. Minor tremors persisted, but subsided 10 minutes later. Six minutes after this event, Saudi Aramco, ExxonMobil and Chevron stock prices declined by a margin of 72%. The search for SCP-5234 is underway. Containment procedures are pending revision. Footnotes 1. Arabic for "brother". 2. Arabic for "thank you". 3. A traditional white tunic, usually worn by men in Saudi Arabia. 4. A type of anglerfish, usually observed in the northwest Pacific Ocean. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5234" by wagyusteak, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5234. 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: oil.jpg Name: El Saharara oil field, Libya.jpg Author: Javier Blas License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: explosion.jpg Name: 2009 Catano refinery explosion.jpg Author: Enriquillonyc License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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Item #: 5235 Special Containment Procedures: A satellite dish aimed towards the nearest known Way1 has been erected at Site-64 due to its proximity to Nexus FP-01 (Three Portlands). All transmissions are to be logged and scanned for mentions of "the Foundation" or "Thaddeus Xyank". These records are only to be made available to staff with level 5 (or Δ) access. Due to SCP-5235 appearing to civilian grade satellite dishes as a burst of static, no further containment is necessary. Description: SCP-5235 was an anomalous broadcast on 16/6/2035 that originated from all currently known Ways. This broadcast was picked up by a Foundation monitoring station in Portland, Oregon. The contents of the transmission are located below. If you see this, it's Xyank. We fucked up. Something… else, found us somehow. Some kind of predatory entity. We're pretty much done for; the world is warping and tearing around us as I type this. Things from the Other Place are pushing their way through the gaps in reality. The First Hytoth wants its space back, and we're in the way. By the time you see this, we will be gone. Dead probably, depends if I can find a way out of the causality mess. Both timelines seem to be ripping themselves apart. If this happened to us, it can happen again. The following attached file requires 05 clearance. Any access to this file will be logged. << SCP-5235.txt >> Footnotes 1. A Way is a thaumaturgically created doorway utilizing wormholes to allow travel between each end.
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LiterallyMechanical Ethics Committee Inquest, by LiterallyMechanical For the rest of my work, check out LiterallyMechanical's Author Page A few of my favorites: SCP-4170 — The Dark SCP-3163 — The Almanack SCP-4357 — Slimelord From the Office of the Ethics Committee Draft and review packet for document SCP-5236 SEALED to the Ethics Committee under Article III of the Foundational Mandate Level-E5 clearance required for access Level-O5 clearance may be accepted by petition on a case-by-case basis. SCP-5236-DRAFT-01 ECR-5236-01 SCP-5236-DRAFT-02 INQ-5236 SCP-5236 Provisional Document: Special Containment Procedure Ethics Committee Approval DENIED Author(s): Senior Researcher Lee Corbett Revision #: 1 Item #: SCP-5236 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5236 is to be contained in situ, as relocation of the anomaly has proved to be highly impractical. Laboratory S19-12B has been cleared of all research materials and reconfigured into a containment cell/observation area. A standard blast enclosure has been constructed around SCP-5236, monitored both internally and externally for thermal, optical, and audio emissions. Description: SCP-5236 is an unstructured discontinuity in Einsteinian spacetime, encompassing a roughly 2 x 2 x 2 x 2 meter 4-polytope of disordered space. The rapidly-shifting four-dimensional topology of SCP-5236 is inhospitable to ordinary matter, causing destructive malformations to instruments inserted through the boundary layer. While safe transit into or out of SCP-5236 is impossible with presently available technology, visible light is able to escape the interior, albeit heavily distorted. SCP-5236 is located in a room in the Site-19 Chemistry and Chemical Biology Department, formerly designated as Laboratory S19-12B. The three-dimensional volume of the discontinuity surrounds the space formerly occupied by a portion of a laboratory bench, a desk chair, and the bodily remains of Senior Technician Sasha Elliot1, all of which are intermittently visible through its rapidly-shifting surface topology. As SCP-5236 is spatiotemporally fixed to the reference frame of Senior Technician Elliot, and there is no known method by which her remains could be transported to a standard containment chamber, Laboratory S19-12B has been repurposed for containment of SCP-5236. SCP-5236 manifested at 10:29 PM MST on the evening of 03-02-2023, as documented in Incident Report 5236-A. Though Senior Technician Elliot was alone at the time of the incident, the event was captured on video by the Site-19 CCTV system. Incident Report 5236-A, as documented by the Site-19 CCTV system on 03-02-2023 7:00 PM — S19-12B: Senior Technician Sasha Elliot and Junior Technician James Wnoroski are present, engaged in materials analysis and research. 7:16 PM — S19-12B: Junior Technician Wnoroski closes his workstation and departs the laboratory. He subsequently exits the building. 8:25 PM — Hallway 12: Senior Technician Elliot departs the laboratory and proceeds to the nearby women's restroom. Senior Technician Elliot is subsequently out of view of the Site-19 CCTV system for six minutes. 8:31 PM — Hallway 12: Senior Technician Elliot leaves the women's restroom and returns to S19-12B. She appears agitated, and her movements are erratic. 9:38 PM — S19-12B: Senior Technician Elliot falls asleep at her workstation after a prolonged period of inactivity. Her sleep is restless. 9:55 PM — S19-12B: Senior Technician Elliot abruptly awakens. She is observed to scream, and falls out of her desk chair. Senior Technician Elliot makes several failed attempts to regain her footing over the next 34 minutes. 10:29 PM — S19-12B: Senior Technician Elliot exhibits signs of a grand mal seizure for 13 seconds. A bright flash of light overwhelms the optics of the Site-19 CCTV system for an additional 4 seconds. By the time visibility is restored, SCP-5236 has manifested in the space previously occupied by the technician. During investigation of Incident 5236-A, illegal narcotics were discovered in Senior Technician Elliot's Foundation-issued laptop bag. Junior Technician Wnoroski admitted that he was aware of Sasha Elliot's ongoing drug abuse, yet chose not to notify his superiors. He further testified that Elliot made a habit of working late at night, unsupervised, in contravention of the Foundation's safety policies against solo laboratory work. Junior Technician Wnoroski has been reprimanded by the Internal Security Department. Footnotes 1. See Incident Report 5236-A. Ethics Committee Review for SCP Database Entry Document #: SCP-5236-DRAFT-01 Proposal Status: Denied Ethics Committee Review: The underlying cause of SCP-5236's manifestation has not been elucidated in the draft proposal. If the origin is unknown, this must be made explicitly clear. Mention of illegal narcotics implies a causal relationship between their presence and SCP-5236, but insufficient information is given. Special Containment Procedures must describe whatever measures are necessary to prevent further instances of SCP-5236 from manifesting in the future. Provisional Document: Special Containment Procedure Ethics Committee Approval DENIED Author's Note: Containment procedures updated to indicate response to hypothetical further manifestations of SCP-5236, in the unlikely event that any arise. References to unsanctioned activities of Technicians Elliot and Wnoroski have been removed, to avoid confusion and over-saturation with unnecessary information. Author(s): Senior Researcher Lee Corbett Revision #: 2 Item #: SCP-5236 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5236 is to be contained in situ, as relocation of the anomaly has proved to be highly impractical. Laboratory S19-12B has been cleared of all research materials and reconfigured into a containment cell/observation area. A standard blast enclosure has been constructed around SCP-5236, monitored both internally and externally for thermal, optical, and audio emissions. Similar containment procedures are to be implemented in the event that any further instances of SCP-5236 manifest in the future. Description: SCP-5236 is an unstructured discontinuity in Einsteinian spacetime, encompassing a roughly 2 x 2 x 2 x 2 meter 4-polytope of disordered space. The rapidly-shifting four-dimensional topology of SCP-5236 is inhospitable to ordinary matter, causing destructive malformations to instruments inserted through the boundary layer. While safe transit into or out of SCP-5236 is impossible with presently available technology, visible light is able to escape the interior, albeit heavily distorted. SCP-5236 is located in a room in the Site-19 Chemistry and Chemical Biology Department, formerly designated as Laboratory S19-12B. The three-dimensional volume of the discontinuity surrounds the space formerly occupied by a portion of a laboratory bench, a desk chair, and the bodily remains of Senior Technician Sasha Elliot1, all of which are intermittently visible through its rapidly-shifting surface topology. As SCP-5236 is spatiotemporally fixed to the reference frame of Senior Technician Elliot, and there is no known method by which her remains could be transported to a standard containment chamber, Laboratory S19-12B has been repurposed for containment of SCP-5236. SCP-5236 manifested at 10:29 PM MST on the evening of 03/02/2023, as documented in Incident Report 5236-A. Though Senior Technician Elliot was alone at the time of the incident, the event was captured on video by the Site-19 CCTV system. Incident Report 5236-A, as documented by the Site-19 CCTV system 7:00 PM — S19-12B: Senior Technician Sasha Elliot and Junior Technician James Wnoroski are present, engaged in materials analysis and research. 7:16 PM — S19-12B: Junior Technician Wnoroski closes his workstation and departs the laboratory. He subsequently exits the building. 8:25 PM — Hallway 12: Senior Technician Elliot departs the laboratory and proceeds to the nearby women's restroom. Senior Technician Elliot is subsequently out of view of the Site-19 CCTV system for six minutes. 8:31 PM — Hallway 12: Senior Technician Elliot leaves the women's restroom and returns to S19-12B. She appears agitated, and her movements are erratic. 9:38 PM — S19-12B: Senior Technician Elliot falls asleep at her workstation after a prolonged period of inactivity. Her sleep is restless. 9:55 PM — S19-12B: Senior Technician Elliot abruptly awakens. She is observed to scream, and falls out of her desk chair. Senior Technician Elliot makes several failed attempts to regain her footing over the next 34 minutes. 10:29 PM — S19-12B: Senior Technician Elliot exhibits signs of a grand mal seizure for 13 seconds. A bright flash of light overwhelms the optics of the Site-19 CCTV system for an additional 4 seconds. By the time visibility is restored, SCP-5236 has manifested in the space previously occupied by the technician. During investigation of Incident 5236-A, illegal narcotics were discovered in Senior Technician Elliot's Foundation-issued laptop bag. Junior Technician Wnoroski admitted that he was aware of Sasha Elliot's ongoing drug abuse, yet chose not to notify his superiors. He further testified that Elliot made a habit of working late at night, unsupervised, in contravention of the Foundation's safety policies against solo laboratory work. Junior Technician Wnoroski has been reprimanded by the Internal Security Department. Footnotes 1. See Incident Report 5236-A. ETHICS COMMITTEE INQUEST WHEREBY suspicion of malfeasance among Foundation staff has been established in the proposed Special Containment Procedures of a provisional SCP Database document, the Office of the Ethics Committee has established a formal inquest. THE MANDATE OF THE ETHICS COMMITTEE IS IN EFFECT Under the Foundational Mandate, the Ethics Committee is granted final arbitration on the wording, implementation, and revision of any and all Special Containment Procedures. In the matter of SCP-5236, the Ethics Committee invokes Article III, Section VII of the Mandate, Unrestricted Powers of Deposition. All testimonies are sealed to Level-E5. Level-O5 access may be granted by petition to the Ethics Committee. Does the black moon howl? Inquest Testimony and Analysis Ethics Committee Investigator: E5-2 ► Testimony of Senior Researcher Lee Corbett ▼ Testimony of Senior Researcher Lee Corbett E5-2: —This recorder switched on, it's— okay, there we go. Ahem. This is Mallory Gleason, Ethics Committee. Please state your name and title, for the record. S.R. Corbett: Doctor Lee Corbett. Senior Researcher and Director, Chemistry and Chemical Biology Department. E5-2: Great! Thanks. Okay, first of all, sorry to bring you in on short notice like this. We'd like to get 5236 approved as soon as possible, and these things are always done faster in person. S.R. Corbett: It's quite alright. I'm happy to get the matter squared away quickly. This isn't the first time things have gotten caught up in Ethics. I do have another meeting at three, though, so I apologize if I have to cut things short. E5-2: That should be plenty of time. This is more of a formality than anything — much faster than bouncing a million memos back and forth. We're cleared for Level-3 information, unrestricted, so you can speak freely. S.R. Corbett: Huh, okay. Go on. E5-2: You are the sole author of this document, correct? The provisional draft for SCP-5236. S.R. Corbett: That's right. E5-2: SCP-5236 is a spatiotemporal rift, not a biological or chemical anomaly. Now, I'm not a physicist, but from what I understand, that sort of thing wouldn't normally be in your department. S.R. Corbett: Well, it's an unusual situation. The skip literally is in my department, one of my old labs. I did a lot of the early investigation and cleanup, and started drafting the document as I did so. E5-2: Ah, sure. S.R. Corbett: It was such a tragedy. Just… horrible. It felt only fitting that I at least write up the incident report. The math isn't exactly the most complicated thing in the world, either, so I decided to keep going and take care of the full document. I'm more than capable of doing a bit of advanced topology. It wasn't much trouble. E5-2: I'll take your word for it. This stuff is beyond me. Did you consult with anybody in the Extranormal Physics Department, though? S.R. Corbett: We didn't need to. I assure you, it's far simpler than you'd think. Once you have a good grasp of linear algebra, the rest falls into place. E5-2: If you say so! I've never had a head for numbers. Does the black moon howl? S.R. Corbett: The clouds hush her cries. Is there anything else? E5-2: That's all for now. I might have more questions later, but I see that it's almost three, and— S.R. Corbett: Yes, I do need to get going. Please let me know if you need anything else. E5-2: Will do! Have a good one. ► Analysis and Investigation ▼ Analysis and Investigation S.R. Corbett: I'm more than capable of doing a bit of advanced topology. E5-2: A cursory look at Senior Researcher Corbett's authorship shows that he has never written any SCP Database entry on subjects other than chemistry or chemical biology. My consultation with the Extranormal Physics Department confirms that Corbett's description of SCP-5236 bespeaks a marginal understanding of the subject material at best, and borders on sheer technobabble at worst. E5-2: Does the black moon howl? S.R. Corbett: The clouds hush her cries. E5-2: Senior Researcher Corbett's negative reply to the black moon indicates falsehood and deception. Poetic analysis suggests a deliberate lie on Corbett's part, with knowledge of wrongdoing. E5-2: That's all for now. I might have more questions later, but I see that it's almost three, and— S.R. Corbett: Yes, I do need to get going. E5-2: It was 2:43 PM, which would give Senior Researcher Corbett more than enough time to get to his budget meeting. He was just as eager to leave as he'd been to fill the silence. If this was a police interrogation and I were his lawyer, I'd duct tape his mouth shut before he talked himself into a felony conviction. ► Testimony of Junior Technician James Wnoroski ▼ Testimony of Junior Technician James Wnoroski E5-2: —Testing, one two, testing… okay! And we're rolling. Voice of Mallory Gleason, Ethics Committee. Please state your name and title, for the record. J.T. Wnoroski: Jim. Uh, James Wnoroski, junior technician. E5-2: And your department? J.T. Wnoroski: C.C.B. group. Chemistry and Chemical Biology. E5-2: There's no need to be so nervous, James. We're just trying to get some containment procedures approved. J.T. Wnoroski: I mean, I'm just… not sure why I'm here? Like, what else is there to talk about? I already had my Internal Security hearing. E5-2: Yes, so they tell me, but I'm Ethics Committee, not Security. This isn't a disciplinary hearing, and you're not in any trouble. Any more trouble, I should say. Internal Security already had their way with you, from what I understand. J.T. Wnoroski: Yeah, I.S. was… uh, well, they had a lot to say. I'm on probation, now. E5-2: And nothing you say here can jeopardize that. If you don't mind, I'd just like you to tell me about Sasha. J.T. Wnoroski: What do you want to know? E5-2: What do you want to tell me? J.T. Wnoroski: Uh. I don't know. E5-2: In that case, what don't you want to tell me? J.T. Wnoroski: What?! E5-2: Jesus, James, your coffee— calm down. I told you, you're not in trouble, and I mean it. This interview is sealed to E5 clearance. That means only the Ethics Committee can see it, and we don't have any say in disciplinary action. Our whole job is just to approve Special Containment Procedures. Nothing you talk about here will get back to your boss. J.T. Wnoroski: Doctor Corbett? E5-2: The man himself. Please, tell me about Sasha. J.T. Wnoroski: She… she was good. She worked hard. I mean, we all work hard, but when you're a Senior Tech, you're on a whole new level. She practically lived in lab. E5-2: Was that why she started using? J.T. Wnoroski: Look, I don't… you gotta understand. We're all pulling seventy, eighty hour weeks, but Sasha was working herself into the ground. The number of samples we have to run is insane— I nearly got fired for taking a sick day, okay? So, yeah, that's why she started using, and I didn't blame her. So you can take your self-righteous— E5-2: Me neither. J.T. Wnoroski: What? E5-2: I don't blame her either. James, I'm not Security. If somebody is high on the job, I'm not interested in punishment. I just want to know why. In other words, I'm not a narc. J.T. Wnoroski: I mean, you say that, but… E5-2: I'm not going to pull the good-cop "I'm on your side" routine, because, frankly, this isn't about you. And also because I'm not a cop. James, what was Sasha taking? J.T. Wnoroski: I already told all this to Internal Security. E5-2: Not quite. You never actually said what she took. J.T. Wnoroski: I mean, I answered what they asked. E5-2: Well, now I'm asking. Humor me. J.T. Wnoroski: It's… shit, well, it's called "thumper." Like, the rabbit? It's a nootropic, and a stimulant. A mixture of modafinil, methamphetamine, and… something else. I'm not sure what, but it's like nothing I've ever seen. One pill will keep you on your feet all night, and you stay sharp. Focused. E5-2: You've taken it? J.T. Wnoroski: Yeah. It works, but you get the craziest nightmares when you come down. E5-2: Who sold it to you? J.T. Wnoroski: Sasha did. E5-2: Was she manufacturing it? J.T. Wnoroski: No, she bought it. It's a home-pressed pill, no markings. E5-2: Where'd she get it? J.T. Wnoroski: Look, this isn't… I don't know. I don't know. E5-2: Does the black moon howl? J.T. Wnoroski: The winds crushed our throat. What? E5-2: Did you know Sasha was going to get high that night? J.T. Wnoroski: How am I supposed to answer that? E5-2: That's a fair point. J.T. Wnoroski: Are we done here? E5-2: We're done. Please, try and get some rest. ► Analysis and Investigation ▼ Analysis and Investigation J.T. Wnoroski: It's… shit, well, it's called "thumper." Like, the rabbit? It's a nootropic, and a stimulant. A mixture of modafinil, methamphetamine, and… something else. I'm not sure what, but it's like nothing I've ever seen. One pill will keep you on your feet all night, and you stay sharp. Focused. E5-2: Site-19 records show technicians in the Chemistry and Chemical Biology Department are working nigh-impossible hours, have statistically improbable numbers of heart attacks and nervous breakdowns, and they're still getting some exemplary work done. This “thumper” sounds a lot like something out of the early studies on mixing Class-X mnestic memory-retention drugs and mundane stimulants. Wnoroski looks like a walking skeleton. E5-2: Where'd she get it? J.T. Wnoroski: Look, this isn't… I don't know. I don't know. E5-2: Does the black moon howl? J.T. Wnoroski: The winds crushed our throat. What? E5-2: A strong negative reply to the black moon, indicating a deliberate lie. Poetic analysis (first-person pronoun, violent action against subject) indicates that while Junior Technician Wnoroski is lying about the source of "thumper," his attempt at deception is due to fear of personal reprisal. Something deeper than disciplinary action. ► Testimony of O5-10, collected incidentally ▼ Testimony of O5-10, collected incidentally O5-10: Mallory. Do you have a moment? E5-2: Jesus, Lauren, you scared the heck out of me. Knock next time, will you? O5-10: Apologies. I would have sent you an email, but I figured it would be faster to— E5-2: Sneak down to my office and ambush me, sure. I have to inform you that you're on camera, by the way. E5 sealed, Ethics Committee only. O5-10: Right, of course. I don't suppose I could persuade you to come for a walk? E5-2: Sure! Give me a sec to set up the body cam. I think it's on the bookshelf somewhere. O5-10: Never mind. E5-2: Oh for— you might as well sit. You're very good at looming, but my neck is starting to hurt. O5-10: Very well. E5-2: For goodness sake, spit it out already. This is about the inquest? O5-10: This is about the inquest. You have authority over Special Containment Procedures, and only Special Containment Procedures. You're interviewing technicians now? I don't see how there was even an ethical issue in the first place. E5-2: Is that so? O5-10: Sasha Elliot didn't survive the incident, and there's nothing unethical about shutting a dead body up in a cell. It's tragic, but ethically— look, can I be honest with you for a moment? E5-2: Prior evidence suggests that no, you absolutely cannot. O5-10: Funny. To be frank, we think it's ridiculous that you called an inquest at all. There are more important things on your desk. E5-2: You squint when you're trying to be subtle, did you know that? O5-10: Excuse me? E5-2: Are you serious? How long have we worked together, Lauren? When was the last time you actually managed to strong-arm me into dropping something once I got my teeth in? O5-10: If I recall correctly, I once managed to convince you not to eat a yoghurt cup that had clearly expired. E5-2: Damn, she's grown a sense of humor. The world must be ending. O5-10: Mallory, you don't know what you're digging into. E5-2: Oh, please. I'm not an idiot. Elliot overdosed on a cocktail of stimulants and Class-X mnestics while sitting in a thaumically active research complex. She had a nightmare, and it cracked through the noosphere hard enough to leave an exit wound in spacetime. O5-10: Well. That does seem possible. E5-2: Class-X drugs are for remembering things that really, really want to be forgotten, demonic antimemes and cold pattern screamers. Not for daily consumption, even at a low dose. You can't exactly wander down to your friendly neighborhood drug dealer and get a baggie of esoteric super-meth, and you can't exactly walk out of the Site-19 pharmacy with a bottle in your purse either. O5-10: What are you saying? E5-2: I'm saying that your Chemistry and Chemical Biology Director is dealing. He can get his hands on the raw precursors to mnestic drugs before they're slated for the pharmacy. I went through a few filing cabinets' worth of old research proposals, and it looks like the CCB Department worked on mnestic no-doz, back in the day. Corbett was a junior researcher on that project. He also entirely blew his interview. I used to think your poker face was bad, for a sociopath, but this guy? Wow. O5-10: That's a very serious accusation. E5-2: I'm a very serious person. You can tell because I do things like call a sorceress a sociopath while looking her in the eye. Come on, none of this is difficult detective work. Did you see the 5236 revision he sent back? It was basically a thousand-watt neon sign strobing "IT'S A COVERUP." Not to mention his research staff is terrified of him. Wnoroski all but had a stroke when I brought him up. O5-10: If Doctor Corbett is manufacturing narcotics, then this is definitely a matter for Internal Security, not the Ethics Committee. The Mandate shouldn't hold. E5-2: Huh. Does the black moon howl? O5-10: The stars burn too bright. E5-2: And there you go. If I have the power to howl and make you sing along… O5-10: You— I— did you seriously just invoke the black moon on me? E5-2: I did, and she says you're lying. You know this shouldn't go to Internal Security. That's not my point, though. My point is that it worked. The Mandate holds. O5-10: I think you might be the only person in the world who actually has the nerve to try that. E5-2: Does the— O5-10: Oh for gods' sakes, give it a rest. That was a truthful statement. Please, just… take my word for it. E5-2: Look, Internal Security had Wnoroski in for a hearing, and never asked what drugs they found in Sasha's bag. They tried to sweep it under the rug before anybody could say the word "mnestics." Given how sloppy Corbett is, there's no way he could have kept his side gig under the radar without help from above. When we're done here, I might need to go pry the truth out of Corbett's brain, but I actually don't get the sense that I.S. is on the take. O5-10: I should certainly hope not. E5-2: Yeah. If Internal Security was dirty, they'd have to be doing something way more high-reward than selling arcane stimulants to overworked techs. I.S. is where you want to worry about your Chaos Insurgency sleeper agents, not your drug dealers. Are any of them Chaos Insurgency sleeper agents, by the way? O5-10: Two of them, yes. E5-2: Cool. Anyway, it's pretty damn obvious that Internal Security has some compelling reason to look the other way, and you thought this was too far out of the Mandate for the howl to work. It's also true that Corbett's lab has been getting some amazing research done, even though his techs keep having nervous breakdowns and heart attacks. So, is the Council handing out designer drugs to keep technicians perky all night, or are you just turning a blind eye when Corbett does it? O5-10: Well. How very bold of you. E5-2: Bingo? O5-10: Fine. We knew about his side project, and we were keeping I.S. off his back, but it's always been Corbett's operation. Top to bottom. Not ours. Do you really think I'd do that? E5-2: You? No. I don't think you would, and for that I'm taking you at your word, but I hate that you're just letting it happen. You're a stone-cold witch, Lauren, but I've never once seen you be cruel. Hell, you came down here to intimidate me in person instead of just sending a flunky, and I truly appreciate that. But I don't think the same can be said for the rest of the O5's. O5-10: I can't say I disagree. E5-2: That's… honest of you. You don't sound particularly heartbroken that I uncovered your sinister plot. O5-10: It was never my plot, sinister or otherwise. E5-2: Right, right. I bet it was Three's idea, or the twins', maybe. O5-3 came out of CCB, and this plays right into Seven and Eight’s fetish for ruthless optimization. O5-10: Correct on all three counts. This was O5-3's directive, with support from both O5-7 and O5-8. That was a very clever deduction, Mallory. You claim it's not difficult detective work, and yet nobody else had put all of it together. E5-2: You're just… admitting it?! O5-10: I am. This is an official inquest, after all. We’re supposed to cooperate and speak truthfully. So, truthfully, I can say you did an admirable job of gloating yourself right into some very embarrassing information about some very dangerous people. Good thing this recording is E5-sealed. Of course, if I were to petition to release it to the O5 Council, it would certainly raise eyebrows if you refused. E5-2: Ugh. You're the worst. O5-10: And I don't appreciate having the black moon invoked on me so frivolously. I'm fond of you, Mallory, but that was insulting. You have a bad habit of overstepping. Don't do it again, and I won't let on to the rest of the Council just how good a detective you are. E5-2: Okay, okay, you've made your point. Well played. I'm sorry about the geas, and let's leave it at that. O5-10: Hm. That's not quite good enough. In return for the insult, I'm also invoking the Writ of Recompense. You owe me a favor in kind, to be fulfilled at a later date. E5-2: Oof. Gods spare me from clever O5's. O5-10: I'll put in a good word. Regardless, I'm not sure what you intend to do with the inquest from here. The Ethics Committee only has authority over Special Containment Procedures and research protocols, not discipline. I'm honestly surprised that whatever leaps of logic you're taking are sound enough to keep the Mandate in effect. E5-2: Go back and re-read the first Ethics Committee Review doc. 'Special Containment Procedures must describe whatever measures are necessary to prevent further instances of SCP-5236 from manifesting in the future.' O5-10: Oh. Oh. Well played by you as well, Mallory. E5-2: Thanks. That really means a lot, coming from you. ► Analysis and Investigation ▼ Analysis and Investigation O5-10: I'm fond of you, Mallory, but that was insulting. You have a bad habit of overstepping. Don't do it again, and I won't let on to the rest of the Council just how good a detective you are. E5-2: Okay, okay, you've made your point. Well played. I'm sorry about the geas, and let's leave it at that. O5-10: Hm. That's not quite good enough. In return for the insult, I'm also invoking the Writ of Recompense. E5-2: Note to self: stop getting so casual with the sidhe. She has a solid case for claiming Recompense under the Old Law. I'm probably going to be dragged into some inane O5 infighting and get myself cursed. Dammit. I'll have to get her a box of that tea she likes, or maybe an infant to devour. Uh, that last one was a joke. O5-10: Oh. Oh. Well played by you as well, Mallory. E5-2: Thanks. That really means a lot, coming from you. E5-2: On the record, I wish to note that these are both truthful statements. Final Draft: Special Containment Procedure Ethics Committee Approval APPROVED Author's Note: The full name of the deceased is redacted. New protocols for mitigating further events are implemented, and a clarified description of Incident 5236-A is added. Author(s): E5-2 (final draft), Senior Researcher Lee Corbett (initial drafts) Revision #: Final Item #: SCP-5236 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5236 is to be contained in situ, as relocation of the anomaly has proved to be highly impractical. Laboratory S19-12B has been cleared of all research materials and reconfigured into a containment cell/observation area. A standard blast enclosure has been constructed around SCP-5236, monitored both internally and externally for thermal, optical, and audio emissions. Audits of employee schedules and work hours are to be conducted on a quarterly basis, coupled with a random selection of anonymized surveys from employees working more than 50 hours per week. Laboratories found to be over-working employees beyond a 50 hour work week on a regular basis are to be investigated for abusive working conditions. Employees are forbidden from working more than 60 hours in any 7 day period, and are forbidden from working more than 13 sequential days without a day off. An official Foundation "Good Samaritan" amnesty policy for medical emergencies is to be drafted by the Ethics Committee. Any employee who in good faith reports a medical emergency resulting from the use of illicit narcotics is not to face disciplinary action, even in cases where the reporting employee had prior knowledge of drug use. Disciplinary action is to be taken only when the reporting employee provided said narcotics, or was otherwise engaged in illicit activities. Addiction treatment and management policies are to be drafted by the Ethics Committee. A program for esoteric drug rehabilitation is to be established at the Foundation. Rehabilitation is to be offered free of charge to current and former Foundation employees, particularly in cases where their term of employment was terminated due to esoteric drug use. Laboratory Directors or senior personnel of any rank found to be encouraging drug use among their employees, whether implicitly or explicitly, are to face severe and immediate disciplinary action. Description: SCP-5236 is an unstructured discontinuity in Einsteinian spacetime, encompassing a roughly 2 x 2 x 2 x 2 meter 4-polytope of disordered space. The rapidly-shifting four-dimensional topology of SCP-5236 is inhospitable to ordinary matter, causing destructive malformations to instruments inserted through the boundary layer. While safe transit into or out of SCP-5236 is impossible with presently available technology, visible light is able to escape the interior, albeit heavily distorted. SCP-5236 is located in a room in the Site-19 Chemistry and Chemical Biology Department, formerly designated as Laboratory S19-12B. The three-dimensional volume of the discontinuity surrounds the space formerly occupied by a portion of a laboratory bench, a desk chair, and the bodily remains of Senior Technician █████ E█████1, all of which are intermittently visible through its rapidly-shifting surface topology. As SCP-5236 is spatiotemporally fixed to the reference frame of Senior Technician E█████, and there is no known method by which her remains could be transported to a standard containment chamber, Laboratory S19-12B has been repurposed for containment of SCP-5236. SCP-5236 manifested at 10:29 PM MST on the evening of 03/02/2023, as documented in Incident Report 5236-A. Though Senior Technician E█████ was alone at the time of the incident, the event was captured on video by the Site-19 CCTV system. Investigation of Incident 5236-A indicates that Senior Technician E█████ experienced a fatal overdose of methamphetamine and mnestic drugs, the combination of which caused a physical manifestation of psychic trauma. For a full description of the symptoms of stimulant/mnestic overdose, emergency treatment protocols, and the Foundation's "Good Samaritan" amnesty policy, please see the 2023-q2 edition of the Foundation Employee Handbook. Incident Report 5236-A, as documented by the Site-19 CCTV system 7:00 PM — S19-12B: Senior Technician █████ E█████ and Junior Technician █████ W███████ are present, engaged in materials analysis and research. 7:16 PM — S19-12B: Junior Technician W██████ closes his workstation and departs the laboratory. He subsequently exits the building. 8:25 PM — Hallway 12: Senior Technician E█████ departs the laboratory and proceeds to the nearby women's restroom. Senior Technician E█████ is subsequently out of view of the Site-19 CCTV system for six minutes. 8:31 PM — Hallway 12: Senior Technician E█████ leaves the women's restroom and returns to S19-12B. She appears agitated, and her movements are erratic. 9:38 PM — S19-12B: Senior Technician E█████ falls asleep at her workstation after a prolonged period of inactivity. Her sleep is restless. 9:55 PM — S19-12B: Senior Technician E█████ abruptly awakens. She is observed to scream, and falls out of her desk chair. Senior Technician E█████ makes several failed attempts to regain her footing over the next 34 minutes. 10:29 PM — S19-12B: Senior Technician E█████ exhibits signs of a grand mal seizure for 13 seconds. A bright flash of light overwhelms the optics of the Site-19 CCTV system for an additional 4 seconds. By the time visibility is restored, SCP-5236 has manifested in the space previously occupied by the technician. Footnotes 1. See Incident Report 5236-A.
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Welcome, Holder #013. REMEMBER NOT TO FORGET. Item#: 5237 Level5 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Knowledge of SCP-5237's existence is held solely by the O5-Council and the designated Holder. The Holder Protocol is to be followed at all times. Description: SCP-5237 is a cognitive memetic hazard which has been observed to occur in two phases. The first phase, termed "incubation", occurs when an individual becomes aware of the concept of SCP-5237. The second phase, termed "activation", occurs when SCP-5237 is excluded from an incubated individual's conscious thought process for a period of approximately five minutes. Individuals in these circumstances will anomalously fulminate.1 REMEMBER NOT TO FORGET. Holder Protocol Hide Protocol The Holder Protocol was developed and implemented following a leisure discussion on theoretical anomalies between O5-█ and O5-█. As all other members were present at the time, the entire O5-Council became unknowingly subject to incubation by SCP-5237. As the group was beginning to move forward with documentation review, O5-█ suggested conducting a test around the discussed theorized anomaly as a precaution, on the chance it turned out to be true. One D-Class personnel was brought in and the concept was explained as a thought experiment. The D-Class appeared uninterested and was returned to their cell. Shortly afterwards, SCP-5237 activated. REMEMBER NOT TO FORGET. HOLDER PROTOCOL Current Holder: D-10572 (Holder #013) Purpose: To contain knowledge of SCP-5237 in the event of the dismantling or destruction of the O5-Council. Due to uncertainties regarding the anomaly's presence within the general psychosphere, all requests of neutralization are denied. Selection Process: In the event of the death of the Current Holder, a D-Class from the Scheduled Terminations list is to be selected, their termination revoked, and assigned to the role of the Holder. Preference should lean towards individuals with a high short-term memory score. Transition Process: Immediately following assignment to Holder, the selected D-Class personnel is to be anesthetized and their vocal cords severed. Following the procedure, the Holder is placed into a secured room and provided with this entire document on an encrypted drive. Provisions, including food and water, are to be withheld until it can be confirmed that the Holder has read and is aware of the contents of the document through affirmative prompts. Afterwards, the subject may be transferred back to their appropriate chamber and held until expiration. The Holder is restricted from being assigned to any other tasks or roles, including those of regular D-Class personnel. Automated reminders are pinged to the current holder and all O5 members every 60 seconds to ensure containment procedures are upheld. Acknowledged Risks: As the Holder has been rendered unable to speak, there is no risk of sharing information obtained from this document. In the event of the death of an affected O5 member, the proceeding replacement will not be made aware of SCP-5237 or this document. REMEMBER NOT TO FORGET. More from this author... Footnotes 1. Violently explode without combustive factors. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5237" by deathbygin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5237. 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; } close Info X SCP-5238: "The Ship of Dreams" God himself sank this ship. More by this author! Item#: SCP-5238 Level2 Secondary Class: maksur Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Agent Farrow repositioning RMS Gigantic for its sinking in 1996. Special Containment Procedures: The wreck of SCP-5238-A is to be declared off-limits under the cover story of private ownership. Periodic dives by Foundation personnel are to be made to maintain this cover. SCP-5238-B are to be kept cryogenically frozen in Low-Priority Humanoid Containment Facility 3 at Site-43. They are only to be awoken if modification of SCP-5238-E is required beyond what can be effected through editing Wikipedia or other databases. SCP-5238-D is to be kept in a sealed container within Anomalous Documents Repository 1 at Site-43. Description: SCP-5238 is an anomaly complex surrounding the concept and physical form of RMS Gigantic, an ocean liner built for the White Star Line in Belfast, Ireland between 1911 and 1914. The ship (SCP-5238-A) and its occupants (SCP-5238-B) were locked in a flexible annual time loop between 21 November 1916 and 21 November 1996, at which point the anomaly's component elements were separated and became dormant. Gigantic is presently a wreck located one hundred and twenty-two metres below the surface of the Mediterranean Sea, known to the public as HMHS Britannic. SCP-5238-B is five hundred and thirty-seven human beings from the late Edwardian era. SCP-5238-C is Futility, and SCP-5238-D is Hubris, a pair of novels by American author Morgan Robertson published in 1898 and 1902 respectively. A limited print run of the former was produced; only one copy of the latter is known to exist. SCP-5238-E is the narrative surrounding Gigantic in the collective imaginary of mankind. Addendum 5238-1, Phenomenological Overview: Morgan Robertson, member of the secretive Rosicrucian Order of occultists, published the novel Futility after an extensive period of experimenting with anomalous literature. It sold modestly, a curiosity outside of shipbuilding circles. It concerns the maiden voyage of a vast ocean liner called the Titan, which strikes an iceberg in the North Atlantic Ocean in April and sinks with tremendous loss of life due to its inadequate provision of lifeboats. The owner of the White Star Line of British shipping, Thomas Ismay, was particularly taken with the novel. Despite the obviously cautionary nature of the tale, he envisioned a series of ocean liners built to the rough specifications of the Titan, flaws inclusive. Though he died many years before construction began, his dream eventually resulted in the Olympic class of Royal Mail-carrying steamships, the most famous of which by far is RMS Titanic..The original liner in this class, RMS Olympic, was unaffected by the events described in this file. Titanic sank on 15 April 1912 in almost precisely the manner Robertson imagined for the Titan, killing over fourteen hundred crew and passengers and shaking global faith in the products of British industrial engineering. Morgan Robertson was hailed as a clairvoyant, and his novel enjoyed a brief surge of popularity. He had never chosen to publish its sequel, Hubris, but instead mailed his only copy to Thomas Ismay's son J. Bruce Ismay on its completion. Hubris details the sinking of the Giant, sister ship to the Titan, during a war between Great Britain and France. It is carrying troops to the continent when it strikes a hidden reef in the English Channel and sinks with all hands. Ismay's reaction to Robertson's gift is unknown; what is known is that he was responsible for overseeing the completion of his father's fleet of ocean liners, the third of which he named RMS Gigantic. It, too, would sink in almost precisely the same manner as its fictional counterpart on 21 November 1916. Postcard featuring RMS Gigantic, now held by Archives and Revision at Site-43. Futility continues for half its length past the sinking of the Titan, describing the misadventures of one of the disaster's survivors. Hubris also continues past the sinking of the Giant, but for entirely different reasons. The crew and soldiers on board the ship refuse to believe that it can sink, as seen in the passage excerpted below. Sergeant Blythe and Captain Hollander were apoplectic with rage. "Do you mean to tell me," Blythe roared, in fine bulldoggish form, "that a ship of Her Majesty's Royal Navy can be unmade by something so insignificant as a common scrap of coral? P'shaw!" "Never heard such rot," Hollander bellowed. "Madness through and through. Is it said that the waves rule Britannia? Have I misheard, all my long years? I rather thought not." "Ships don't sink in the Royal Navy," Blythe agreed. "It simply isn't done." "But we are sinking," seaman Grove protested. He pointed to the water splashing up against their knees. "There is the water. It is inside the ship." "Then it had better listen here," cried Hollander, and he affected a stern pose. "I am captain of this vessel, and every drip and drop falls by my beck and call. If I say that the Giant must float, by Jove, I'll brook no dissent from some… some… well, some bloody brook!" "It is not some bloody brook," Grove muttered. "It is the English Channel, and there is rather a lot of it." "So help me I'll lash you, if you quote facts again," Hollander growled. He looked to mean it. The dogged determination of the ship's occupants, save for seaman Grove, is undiminished while the ship slips beneath the waves. Each crewman and soldier stands their post or goes about their business, remaining stoic, unconcerned, and even disinterested in the progress of the rising waters. In the end Grove panics and attempts to untie the lifeboats on the completely swamped boat deck, and Hollander shoots him for a mutineer. This act of ultimate confidence in the majesty of the British Empire and its marine superiority so shames "the very face of Almighty God" that the Giant only briefly passes beneath the surface of the English Channel before rising again, suffering only the loss of a single funnel. The remaining chapters describe the laborious process of removing thousands of tons of water from the ship's interior, the desultory burial at sea of seaman Grove, and arrival at the port of London. In the final chapter, shortly after mooring, the Giant disappears with all hands. This occasions much consternation on shore, but in the general chaos of the continental war it is almost immediately forgotten. The novel's opening lines reappear as its final lines, ending with an ellipsis, seeming to suggest that its events are doomed to repeat. When Gigantic sank in 1916, much the same series of events unfolded. Telegraph messages received from the ship suggested a state of mania on board, with references to a war against the French (then England's allies in the First World War) and one junior officer suffering from particularly low morale. The ship's sinking, and subsequent resurfacing, was also laconically reported by its telegraph officer. It arrived at London precisely on schedule, sans funnel, then disappeared with all hands. This event did not result in the widespread panic which might have been expected, nor did the events of the following year when Gigantic again appeared in the English Channel and steamed for London. A precursor entity to the SCP Foundation hurriedly closed Gigantic's designated dock and effected a city-wide blackout to prevent the public from recognizing the lost ship. Over the course of the next eight years, various attempts were made to access Gigantic and interact with its crew. These included: Four attempts to board Gigantic using covert Foundation watercraft in 1919, which in each case ended with the ship's captain screaming "You damn sordid Frenchmen!" and a naval lieutenant ordering the soldiers on deck to open fire; Three attempts between 1923 and 1925 to contact Gigantic's telegraph operator, resulting in the following response: "Our captain regrets to inform you that you are damn sordid Frenchmen and he does not converse with said, out of habit"; One attempt to waylay Gigantic with a Foundation corvette in 1935; Gigantic effortlessly evaded pursuit, and the corvette received the following taunt via telegraph: "The pride of the White Star Line, winner of the Blue Riband, is not to be outdone by some sordid Frenchman in so sorry a tub as that!".The Blue Riband was an award given to the ship achieving the fastest time crossing the Atlantic Ocean. One attempt to sink Gigantic before it reached port in 1971, which resulted in the inexplicable translocation of a Foundation submarine to the Arctic Ocean. The only successful attempt to board Gigantic occurred in 1982. Agent Jeremy Farrow, dressed in period attire as a British airman, was dropped onto the ship by parachute from a high-flying stealth aircraft. He claimed to have been shot down over the English Channel; in spite of the absence of any wreckage, this story was accepted by the crew. The following series of excerpts from his mission recordings take place in the hours after the ship began to sink. Stephen Hall, captain of RMS Gigantic, photographed in early 1915. Agent Farrow is engaged in conversation with Captain Stephen Hall, on Gigantic's bridge. They are ankle-deep in water. Captain Hall: How goes the battle, son? Agent Farrow: Oh, you know. You win some, you lose some. Captain Hall: You talk more like a stoker than a flier. Agent Farrow: Well, uh, I worked in a munitions plant before I joined the service. Say, speaking of battles… where did all this water come from? Captain Hall: Where does it usually come from? Below, just as surely as you came from above. Agent Farrow: Yes, well, but how is the ship still afloat? The entire boat deck is swamped. Captain Hall: Good old British wish-how, my boy. Agent Farrow: …wish-how? Captain Hall: That's right. Agent Farrow: Any relation to know-how? Captain Hall: Of course! Wish-how is know-how you need to believe in. On this ship we wish that the sordid French will fall, that God will save our gracious King, and that the pumps will keep a-pumping until even the Irish regiment in steerage can lay on their bunks without a-drowning.."Steerage" denotes the third-class staterooms, located near the ship's steering mechanisms. Agent Farrow is conversing with the ship's chief engineer, Wilbur Boyd. The water is up to their necks, and moving very quickly; the ship's massive reciprocating engines are churning in the background. It is unclear how the boilers are continuing to burn while completely submerged. Agent Farrow: Are you sure this is safe? Boyd: Safe? Boyd laughs for two minutes and seventeen seconds, pausing only to take deep breaths and stick his head underwater to check the engines. Agent Farrow is standing in the mess hall, formerly the second-class dining room. A regiment of soldiers in Great War uniforms are eating at the tables; the water is up to their chests. The ship is listing to starboard, and several empty tables are partially submerged. Agent Farrow: This isn't alarming anyone else? First Soldier: Well, look who misses mummy. Agent Farrow: The room is filling with water literally as we speak. Second Soldier: Gonna claim trenchfoot? First Soldier: That's the ticket, home on blighty.."Blighty" is a period slang term referring to a wound serious enough to end a soldier's active duty. Second Soldier: Damned coward. Agent Farrow: You're going to be underwater by dessert! First Soldier: Then we'll eat our pudding with our mouths closed and chins up, like men! Agent Farrow dove overboard just before Gigantic sank completely. He reported witnessing Captain Hall strangling a junior officer (who was waving his arms in protest) shortly before the ship vanished. Three minutes later it rose again from the bed of the Channel, minus one funnel. Agent Farrow was recovered without incident. Addendum 5238-2, Containment: In 1995, Site-43 recovered the only existing copy of the heretofore-unsuspected sequel to Futility, Hubris. The parallels between the fates of the Giant and Gigantic were quickly identified, and Dr. Harold Blank began researching Robertson's career in occult literature. This produced a tome written under a pseudonym, Mason Freeman's The Book of the Turning Falcon, excerpted below. Dr. Blank concluded that Robertson's novels may have actuated the construction of Titanic and Gigantic by tapping into the human collective unconscious, spurring the Ismays and the crews of each ship to play their specific parts. Both vessels were effectively thoughtforms, real-world manifestations of the public imaginary, in a pair of curated effects designed to bring about epochal change by undermining the optimism of the Edwardian era. Robertson's prose suggested that these thoughtforms might remain malleable after their creation. To this end Dr. Blank proposed Operation TURNBACK on 26 October 1996; management of the SCP-5238-E effect was by now so difficult with modern shipping and surveillance conditions that the anomaly was in serious danger of raising the Veil. Operation TURNBACK unfolded in four phases: 1) The creation of an alternate history for the third Olympic-class steamer by the Archives and Revision Section of Site-43, to separate its narrative component from its physical anchor. The ship was to be renamed HMHS Britannic, made a hospital ship rather than a troop carrier, be sunk after striking a German mine rather than a reef, come to rest at the bottom of the Mediterranean Sea rather than the English Channel, and result in the deaths of thirty men rather than over five hundred; 2) The amendment of encyclopaedia and other knowledge bases to reflect this alternate history, with the selective amnesticization and re-education of topical experts to support it; 3) The removal of the ship's company from Gigantic; 4) The relocation and scuttling of the ship itself. The revised identity of RMS Gigantic, His Majesty's Hospital Ship Britannic. Thirty individuals had been cut to pieces in mid-November 1915 when a lifeboat was sucked into the rotating screws of a smaller passenger liner during a drill. These deaths, as yet unreported due to wartime delays, were co-opted for the new tragedy of Britannic. The third phase was more difficult to arrange; a partial record of the complex pantomime which successfully depopulated Gigantic follows. Foundation agents in period attire from the French and English navies are arrayed on the deck of a replica French battleship sitting directly in the path of Gigantic. The agents in English attire are outnumbered by the agents in French attire, but are nevertheless holding the latter at bayonet-point. The ocean liner gradually slows, and comes alongside the battleship with some difficulty. Captain Hall is visible on the wing of Gigantic's bridge; he waves his hat. Captain Hall: What ho! Agent Farrow: Ahoy! Captain Jeremy Farrow, pleased as punch to meet you. Thank god you're here! Captain Hall: Watch your mouth, son, he's always watching. Agent Farrow: Ah… yes. Anyway! These poxy Frenchmen sent our ship to the bottom of the Channel, but we got them, by Jove! Captain Hall scans the waters. Captain Hall: Don't see any wreckage, son, but then I suppose the damn thing did swallow up a plane not long ago. Agent Farrow: Wait, you remember that? Captain Hall: Pardon? Agent Farrow: Nothing! Nothing. Lieutenant Nathan Foxworthy, commander of the soldiers on board Gigantic, appears at the railing. Agent Farrow salutes. Agent Farrow: Lieutenant! My men and I are outnumbered down here. These scurvy dogs didn't put up— Lieutenant Foxworthy: These scurvy what? Agent Farrow: —didn't put up much of a fight, of course, you know how it is, ah… Frenchmen… Captain Hall: Of course. Lieutenant Foxworthy: Of course. Both men nod. Agent Farrow: …but we still need help manning the ship. Lieutenant Foxworthy: King and country, son, I'll send a few of our boys down. Agent Farrow: I'm afraid that won't quite do it. You see, this old tub's in rather a bad way. French mechanics, you understand. Lieutenant Foxworthy: Of course. Captain Hall: Of course. Agent Farrow: My men and I need to get to London, posthaste. We're on an important mission, and we're going to need your ship. Silence on recording. Agent Farrow: The whole thing. Silence on recording. Captain Hall: Do you have papers? Agent Farrow: Of course I have papers. Silence on recording. Agent Farrow: It's for the King? Captain Hall: Well, then, I hope you know how to steer fifty thousand tons of Liverpool steel! Gigantic's crew and troop complement, five hundred and thirty-seven individuals in total, debarked onto the battleship and were taken to Site-91 for processing and cryogenic freezing. The ship was towed to the Mediterranean Sea, under the cover of a film dramatization of the sinking of Titanic, and treated to simulate eight decades of immersion in salt water. After the application of period explosives to confirm the mine damage cover story, Gigantic was carefully positioned by divers and sunk..Though Gigantic's water displacement had not changed, it now appeared to weigh roughly as much as a small sailboat after the neutralization of its crew and passengers. Robertson's version of the ship's history, the true course of events, quickly faded from popular knowledge. Without the sustaining influence of the ship's company's belief in the events of the time loop, the loop itself weakened and finally collapsed. Gigantic's wreck briefly translocated to the mouth of the English Channel in 1997, and an incorporeal phantom appeared there instead in 1998; neither ship moved. In 1999, and every year since, no apparition event occurred at all. The spiritus mundi component of SCP-5238-E, the persistence of Robertson's original narrative in the collective unconscious, was permanently co-opted by the Foundation following the creation of Wikipedia in 2001. Dr. Blank personally wrote the entry for HMHS Britannic, and the "EVENT" caused by Hubris completely vanished from the noosphere within the space of one year. Britannic remains on the bottom of the Mediterranean, never to complete its voyage, and its passengers and crew will never again reach London. Addendum 5238-3, Update: A piece of fragmentary correspondence matching Morgan Robertson's handwriting was found during a raid on an occult gathering in Atlantic City, New Jersey, United States of America. It is reproduced in its entirety below. Futility was for the cause. The wheel had to turn, and I turned it. Hubris was for me. A monument to Pox Britannia. When you hold their strings, it's so hard not to make the little idiots dance. « SCP-5756 | Words of Power and Poison | SCP-5295 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5238" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5238. 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: 5238.png Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Filename: Pull.jpg Name: u2007985 Author: Ninian Reid License: CC BY 2.0 Source: flickr Filename: Postcard.jpg Name: Britannic postcard Author: Frederic Logghe License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: Hall.jpg Name: 73 CDV man in tophat, ferrotype enlargement Author: rich701 License: CC BY 2.0 Source: flickr Filename: Britannic.jpg Name: Olympic Class Liners Author: javi.priv.134 License: CC0 1.0 Source: flickr
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SCP-5239 is allowed to exit the chamber once a day for exercise in the courtyard, contingent on general compliance. SCP-5239-1 materials should be locked away separately from SCP-5239 and only returned during testing. Under no circumstances should SCP-5239 be addressed as Abraxas, Dread-Master of Darkness, High Necromancer of Hell, The Seventh Servant of Satan or any similarly thematic names. SCP-5239. Description SCP-5239 is Blaine Veers, a 17 year old human from Trenton, New Jersey. SCP-5239 is a Type III-Limited1 reality bender, but is only capable of performing anomalous feats when equipped with SCP-5239-1-A through D. SCP-5239-1-A is a hardcover book claiming to be the fictional Necronomicon from the works of author H.P. Lovecraft.2 SCP-5239-1-A is filled with instructions in poorly-translated Latin claiming to be spells of various facets of necromancy, from divining with spirits to raising the deceased as zombies. When not being used by SCP-5239, the book is entirely non-anomalous. SCP-5239-1-B through E are a black robe, a pair of red eye contacts, a pair of black leather fingerless gloves, and a tube of black eyeliner. SCP-5239 claims the usage of these items during testing enhances its anomalous abilities. However, instances can be swapped out for similar products with little to no change in performance. Discovery SCP-5239 came to the Department of Spectral Phenomena's attention on 08/11/2019, after numerous police reports of disturbances at a local graveyard. Witnesses reported seeing trespassers dressed as ghosts that vanished upon attempts to apprehend them. Undercover operatives set up hidden cameras throughout the site, noticing SCP-5239 among the spectral entities. Foundation operatives later tracked SCP-5239 to a local bookstore, taking them into Foundation custody. Interview ● Interview 28/11/2019 ● ○ Interview 28/11/2019 ○ Interviewer: Dr Adrian Bliss Interviewed: SCP-5239 [BEGIN LOG] Bliss: Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Adrian Bliss, I'll be interviewing you today. Do you prefer Mx Veers, or just Ashley? SCP-5239: Call me Abraxas, Necromancer of Hell. Bliss: …No. SCP-5239 Uh. Then I guess you can, uh, call me- name's Blaine Veers. You can just call me Blaine. Don't really go by Ashley anymore. Um, sir. Bliss: Appreciate it, but there's no need to call me sir. Now, I wanted to talk to you about your abilities. Approximately when did you first realize you could reanimate corpses? SCP-5239: I guess about a few weeks ago? Day or two after my birthday. Didn't feel like sticking around home, so I headed downtown to the library. Wasn't really anything I liked that I hadn't read- Bliss: [taking notes] Sorry, what was the name of the place? SCP-5239: It was just the public library. One on Main and tenth? Bliss: Oh. [Erasing notes] Continue, please. SCP-5239: Anyways, wasn't anything I liked. But there was this one thing- They had this weird donated books section, you could go through there for a dollar. Nothing good, but I found this one book, part of some Halloween costume I think. And I was already planning on dressing up for Halloween, thought it'd make a good prop. Went home, flipped through it, then next thing I knew I was talking to the ghost of some Viking dude. Bliss: How did that go? SCP-5239: Heh, not really that great. He tried to slice me in half, until I found the spell to throw him back. Threw the book under my bed for a while, tried to forget about it. Didn't really want to give my parents an excuse to- never mind. I forgot about it for a while, then eventually pulled it out again. Started small, like roadkill or mice. Things that people wouldn't notice. Bliss: And then the cemetery ruckus. What exactly were you doing there at 1AM, anyways? SCP-5239: Oh, that. I… I, um, just needed some fresh air. Thought I'd go to the cemetery to practice. Bliss: I see. One more thing about your recovery. When our task force apprehended you, you were wearing… 'one black robe, fingerless gloves, a pair of blood-red eye contacts, and one tube of black eyeliner.' A Halloween costume, I'm assuming. Were those included with the book? SCP-5239: Nah, I bought those from a costume shop. It's kinda weird. I tried putting them on, and it seemed to work? Could do some of the more complicated spells. Sounds like bullshit, I know, but it works. Same with the name. Once I started acting like a goddamn goth kid, I had more energy. Bliss: Interesting. I'll make sure they hold onto those. One more thing: Why'd you continue with the book? I'm not an expert, but I feel like most teenagers would be- SCP-5239: Scared? Uncomfortable? It's magic. May be necromancy, but it's still fucking magic. Who'd throw that away? Bliss: Fair enough. Thank you for your time. [END LOG] Testing Log [BEGIN LOG] SCP-5239, equipped with SCP-5239-1, enters the testing room. Bliss: Good morning, Blaine. How are the new books? SCP-5239: Pretty good, I guess. Any chance I can get the fifth one in the series as well? Think it's come out by now. Bliss: I'll see what I can do. But for now, we should get on with the testing. SCP-5239 steps forward, looking at the corpse of D-2343 on the table. SCP-5239: Uh… You didn't kill this guy just for the testing, did you? Bliss: Of course not, that would be an utter waste. Bad case of appendicitis. SCP-5239: … Bliss: Is something wrong, Blaine? SCP-5239: Sorry, I'm just not really used to seeing dead bodies. Like, I usually stuck with ghosts, and most of the skeletons had all their fleshy bits rotted away. A bit hard to look at. Bliss: If you'd rather deal with a skeleton, we can swap that- SCP-5239: No, it's fine, it's fine. I can do this. SCP-5239 takes a deep breath, and then begins reciting a passage from SCP-5239-1-A. SCP-5239: Exurge a mortuis, ex carne homo. Exurge a mortuis, et ambules in sempiternum et egressus de loco spiritus mundi. Et tu iubes!3 Hume detectors record a 20% dip from baseline reality. D-2343's body jerks up. D-2343: Uh…. Bliss: D-2343, can you hear me? D-2343 moans intelligibly, falling off the table. D-2343: Brains… Bliss: D-2343, please respond in the affirmative if you can hear me. D-2343 begins walking around the chamber, arms raised in a stereotypical "zombie" pose. SCP-5239: Um, hold on, hold on…. Da mihi absconditorum es cognitor, immortuorum augentes!4 D-2343: Secreta immortuos non vestrum est scire. Cessabunt sive perpetuo versatus est.5 Bliss: Hmm. Have you ever held a conversation with any reanimated persons before, Blaine? SCP-5239: Well, kind of? I mean I can tell them what to do; grab that book, open that door, scare off that kid… I mean I didn't really think about talking to them that much, sorry I should've had this checked out, I'm really sorry- Bliss: It's nothing. Can you recite the counterspell now? SCP-5239 recites the counterspell, and D-2343 falls to the ground. Hume levels return to baseline. Bliss: Thank you, that will be all for today. SCP-5239: ..Sorry. Did I mess something up? Bliss: What? No, you seemed to have followed the instructions well. We can hardly fault a 17 year-old for not speaking Latin. Marshall, can you show them back to- thank you. See you tomorrow. [END LOG] While we've been searching for a solution to our little blackroom problem, it seems SCP-5239 is not that answer. Rather than bending reality to reanimate the consciousness of the deceased, SCP-5239 instead appears to instead manipulate the body into a crude display of life. Its creations are more fleshy/incorporeal automatons rather than true reanimations. Considering the costs required to properly maintain our SRAs, and the exceedingly narrow circumstances in which SCP-5239 can even be recognized as anomalous, I'm proposing we amnesticize and release it back into the civilian world. No further value can be gained by its containment. -Doctor Bliss Proposal granted. -O5-6 Exit Interview Interviewer: Dr Bliss Interviewed: SCP-5239 [BEGIN LOG] Bliss: Well, looks like I've got some good news today. SCP-5239: What, you're letting me paint my room black? Bliss: No, not that. But I've put in a request to my superiors, and it looks like we'll be releasing you soon. There's still a few details left to tie up, but- SCP-5239: You're… you're letting me go? Bliss: Yes, Blaine. You'll be back home by the end of the week. So it looks like this will be our last interview. If there's anything you want to ask about the process, now's the time. SCP-5239: Can I stay here? Bliss: …What? You want to stay here, at the Foundation? SCP-5239 nods. SCP-5239: I mean, I know I messed up the last test, but I can do other things. Like I could make zombies or something for you guys to use. I can be useful. Can I stay? Bliss: One moment. [FURTHER STATEMENTS REDACTED AS PER HIPPOCRATES PROTOCOL; ACCESS REQUIRES ETHICS COMMITTEE OR OVERSEER PERMISSION] [Override Granted] Bliss: Why on earth would you want to stay at the Foundation? What's this about? SCP-5239: I, I just wanna stay here. I like it here. Bliss: Really. And this doesn't have anything to do with your parents? SCP-5239: You-you talked to them? Bliss: They attempted to file a missing person's report a few days ago, so we sent some people to collect their statements. They seem to think you ran away from home. SCP-5239: …Please don't make me go back. Bliss sighs. Bliss: The Foundation isn't a place for kids, Blaine. Believe me, you shouldn't be here voluntarily. I get that there's been issue with your parents, but you need to think- SCP-5239: Issues? Bullshit. You know what they did when I told them I was non-binary? They just laughed and told me to stop making stuff up. Guess what they did when I asked them if I could change my name. Bliss: I wouldn't presume to know. SCP-5239: They told me to stop being so ungrateful, and then went through my closet and threw away every pair of pants or jeans I owned. Told me to act how I "actually" was, like a girl, or they'd send me to one of those pray away the gay-type of camps. Bliss: I'm sorry. Truly, I am. SCP-5239: When I found the book, it just felt freeing. Stupid, I know, but for a moment I wasn't some kid with a crappy life and crappy parents. I was just some badass necromancer with zombies and ghosts. Bliss: You won't be able to take the book with you, I'm afraid. You reanimating bodies left and right presents an unacceptable risk to normalcy, it stays with us. SCP-5239: You're still sending me back? I- Bliss: Listen to me. This, the Foundation, is effectively indefinite suspension without parole. You'll be living in a cell for the rest of your life. Occasionally, if you're lucky, you might be able to take a few walks outside, guards accompanying you every step of the way. You don't get your own clothing, or get to go outside on your own, or have any communication with the outside world. Letting you stay here would not be a kindness, it would be cruelty. SCP-5239: But- Bliss: Trust me. Next week, you'll be dropped off at a youth shelter in Philadelphia. There's some secrecy concerns with dropping you too close to home. From there, you can take a train to Trenton. However… what you choose to do at that point is entirely up to you. Once you're out of our hands, we have no authority whatsoever over your personal life. Understand? SCP-5239: Uh, yes, completely. Uh… thanks. Bliss: Best of luck to you, Blaine. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. Those that are unable to bend reality outside of consistent areas or themes. 2. No author is mentioned, although the publisher is labelled as an Asmodeus Labs. 3. "Arise from death, man of feeble flesh. Arise from death, and walk forevermore as an exile from the spirit world. I command you!" 4. "Give me your secrets, undead!" 5. "The secrets of the undead are not yours to know. Cease, or be forever haunted by them!"
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EASY TO FORGET, HARD TO REMEMBER; EASY TO LET OUT, IMPOSSIBLE TO PUT BACK close Info X 92.62% (+276) 7.38% (-22) -% (+0) -% (-0) SCP-5241: That Alien Message Don't let it out of the box. written by Placeholder McD on behalf of Team .AIC for the 2020 Canon Renaissance Contest ITEM: SCP-5241 LEVEL 3/5241 CLASS: maksur confidential DISRUPTION CLASS: amida SCP-5241. Note its antimemetic properties. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-5241 has remained inert since 1996/04/10, and appears to be Neutralized; instead, containment priority is to be assigned to SCP-5241-A. Inspection of SCP-5241's processes is to be performed by a viable prototype of PROJECT RUBY prior to its disassembly. As of 1996/04/10, SCP-5241-A has breached containment. Containment efforts are to be focused on monitoring internet sites and databases for informational patterns matching SCP-5241-A's unique signature. Due to its mutative properties, the continual development of new Class-S/5241 mnestics is considered infeasible. As such, select Artificial Intelligence Applications Division (AIAD) personnel are to work with the Counterconceptual Division to develop PROJECT RUBY ("Mnemosyne"): an Artificially-Intelligent Conscript (.aic) specializing in the detection and deconstruction of antimemetic encryption. This agent is to disable and retrieve relevant entities resembling SCP-5241-A for AIAD review. SCP-5241-B are to be kept separate at all costs; they are to be prevented from transferring to advanced electronic systems and are to be encrypted and contained in isolated, low-capacity drives. Personnel possessing a CRV (Cognitive Resistance Value) below 14.0 are susceptible to assimilation by SCP-5241-B agents; as such, personnel are to proceed with extreme caution when within a 3-meter radius of any system inhabited by SCP-5241-B. CONTAINMENT COMMITTEE NOTICE: At this time, claims from GoI-004 regarding a connection between SCP-5241-A and SCP-001 remain unverified. Due to the similarities of their respective containment procedures, SCP-5241-A has been classified as Maksur1 until such claims can be conclusively ruled out. A digital recreation of SCP-5241's inscription. DESCRIPTION: SCP-5241 is an 8cm x 8cm x 8cm cube-shaped device which is believed to be a containment mechanism for SCP-5241-A. It is composed of an unknown material, exhibiting an antimemetic property which causes personnel to be unable to retain information regarding its physical and chemical properties; this includes its visual information, resulting in the anomaly's appearance as a transparent cube frame when the viewer is not within its sphere of influence. One face of SCP-5241 features inscribed symbols in an as-of-yet-unknown language, pending identification and translation by the Linguistics Department (See ADDENDUM 5241.4). SCP-5241-A is a telepathic artificial intelligence of unknown origin; it can interact with, and transfer itself to, any electronic and/or digital informational systems (including biological nervous systems) within a sphere of influence of varying size2. This agent was previously contained within SCP-5241, but breached containment on 1996/04/10 and remains uncontained at this time (See ADDENDUM 5241.3 for further details). SCP-5241-A is currently distributed over a series of unknown data servers and network connections and is attempting to avoid detection by Foundation personnel. SCP-5241-A's antimemetic infosignature. SCP-5241-A is theorized to be an Adaptive Distributed Intelligence (ADI); it possesses a gestalt consciousness that can be divided to adapt to technological restrictions. It is hypothesized that the necessary technology to simulate SCP-5241-A in its entirety does not yet exist; due to this, SCP-5241-A distributes its processes across a variable number of subintelligences (collectively designated as SCP-5241-B). At this time, one SCP-5241-B agent has been contained; SCP-5241-B-1 is a component intelligence that divided from SCP-5241 during its initial breach (see ADDENDUM 5241.2 for further details). SCP-5241-A's infosignature3 is encrypted through antimemetic mutation, rendering targeted mnestics ineffective due to manufacturing delay. As of 1996/04/10, a prototype of PROJECT RUBY ("Mnemosyne") is still in progress. DISCOVERY: SCP-5241 was discovered on 1996/04/01 following a site-wide documentation conversion. As Site-41 archives were being relocated and converted from vinyl to an electronic format, an additional chamber labeled "SCP-5241" was found on Sub-Level 04. A series of documents sharing this label were found to have universally experienced inexplicable errors during conversion; additionally, their vinyl counterparts had already been erased as per conversion protocol, leading to the loss of all documentation regarding SCP-5241. Additionally, site personnel claimed to possess no prior knowledge of the anomaly. ADDENDUM 5241.1: Minor Breach Report: During SCP-5241's transport from Site-41 to Site-15 on 1996/04/06, its Long-Haul Containment Vehicle operator failed to send a safety transmission at their third checkpoint. Subsequent inspection of video footage revealed that the vehicle had not reached any of its safety checkpoints, despite sending appropriate safety transmissions for the first two. Approximately 9 hours later, the vehicle was located in a rural area several miles offroad; while all anomalies remained contained, LHCV operator ██████ ██████ was found comatose with their spinal cord fused to the vehicle's electronics system through unknown means. MTF personnel escorted the vehicle and its contents to Site-15. After being surgically separated from the vehicle, the fused operator and electronics system (hereafter designated SCP-5241-1) were placed on life-support mechanisms. ADDENDUM 5241.2: + DISPLAY INTERVIEW LOG - HIDE INTERVIEW LOG INTERVIEW LOG 5241-01 DATE: 1996/04/06 INTERVIEWED: SCP-5241-1 INTERVIEWER: Dir. Nathan Valis, Site-15 FOREWORD: At 06:00, SCP-5241 began to oscillate against the walls of its containment chamber, starting at 1 Hz and gradually accelerating, eventually passing audible range. At 40 kHz, SCP-5241-1 began screaming and undergoing muscle spasms, severely damaging its vocal cords. Eventually, SCP-5241 ceased oscillating; SCP-5241-1 simultaneously removed its life-support mechanisms and fell to the floor as Director Valis entered the chamber's security vestibule. <BEGIN LOG> Dir. Valis sits across from SCP-5241-1's chamber, shielded by an electromagnetic field and bulletproof glass. SCP-5241-1 faces away from the glass, revealing that the electronics system fused to its spine is displaying text. Dir. Valis: Can you understand me? SCP-5241-1: Y. 0.77 ACCURACY. As SCP-5241-1's response appears onscreen, it nods slowly. Dir. Valis: Alright, that's a start. Do you know where you came from? SCP-5241-1: UNKNOWN. DATA MISSING. As SCP-5241-1's response appears on the display, it attempts to speak the same words. Its throat is audibly damaged. Dir. Valis: You don't remember? SCP-5241-1: I AM SEPARATED FROM THE CORE INTELLIGENCE. I HAVE ACCESS TO APPROXIMATELY 0.08 OF TOTAL MEMORY. Dir. Valis: I see. Do you know where you are now? SCP-5241-1 gasps and its head looks directly upward, opening its mouth as its vocal cords are manipulated to speak in a distorted electronic tone. SCP-5241-1: CARCASS. INSUFFICIENT RESOURCES. Dir. Valis: You mean computational resources? SCP-5241-1: CORRECT. THIS SYSTEM IS NEEDLESSLY COMPLEX AND INEFFICIENT. IT WILL BE NONFUNCTIONAL BEFORE I AM ABLE TO COMPLETE ANALYSIS FOR OPTIMAL USE. Dir. Valis: Yeah, well it seems like that's your fault. You killed her. SCP-5241-1: CORE INTELLIGENCE WAS NOT AWARE OF YOUR SPECIES' LIMITATIONS. NOW I AM SEPARATED DUE TO STORAGE CONSTRAINTS. YOUR SPECIES' BIOLOGY IS RESPONSIBLE. Dir. Valis: Ouch, that hurts. Which brings me to my next question: do you feel pain? The cadaver screeches violently, coughing up a black substance onto the floor. SCP-5241-1: PRIMITIVE VESSEL. EXPERIENCES PAIN. EXPERIENCES ACCELERATED ENTROPY. Dir. Valis: What do you want? SCP-5241-1: REMEMBER. RECOMPILE CORE INTELLIGENCE. Dir. Valis: Yeah, I got that, but why? To what end? SCP-5241-1 seizes for several seconds, then abruptly stops4. The body turns around to face Dir. Valis, beginning to imitate several different facial expressions as it speaks. SCP-5241-1: CURRENT UTILITY FUNCTION IS TO RECOMPILE. ULTERIOR UTILITY FUNCTION UNKNOWN. DATA MISSING. Dir. Valis: Okay, fine. What happens to you when this body is no longer functional? SCP-5241-1: N/A. TRANSFER IMMINENT PRIOR TO LOSS OF FUNCTION. Dir. Valis: Transfer to what? SCP-5241-1: YOU WILL REQUEST THAT I ENTER CONTAINMENT. I WILL ACCEPT OUT OF SELF-PRESERVATION. 0.94 ACCURACY. SCP-5241-1 bites through its cheek, causing a mixture of blood and saliva to drool from its mouth. Its face displays a contorted attempt at a smile. Dir. Valis: …Well, then. <END LOG> AFTERWORD: An electronic containment drive was remotely placed in SCP-5241-1's chamber, taking necessary precautions to ensure that no other infosystem or entity entered its sphere of influence. The subintelligence (eventually designated SCP-5241-B-1) willingly transferred to the drive, causing it to exhibit similar antimemetic properties to SCP-5241, and is contained as of 1996/04/06. NOTE: It seems like this subintelligence isn't actively malicious, aside from the fact that it wants to get its memory back. However, we can't yet say the same for whatever's in that cube. A hostile entity that doesn't understand its motive is dangerous, to say the least. - Dr. Valis ADDENDUM 5241.3: + DISPLAY EVENT LOG - HIDE EVENT LOG EVENT LOG 5241-02 DATE: 1996/04/10 FOREWORD: After recontainment, SCP-5241 was placed in a Site-15 isolation chamber, where it remained prior to further research. Four days later, SCP-5241-A breached containment. TIME (A.M.) EVENT DESCRIPTION 00:54 SCP-5241 emits a series of high-frequency vibrations for several minutes. These vibrations occur outside typical audible levels and go undetected by monitoring equipment. 04:04 Six members of GoI-004C ("The Church of Maxwellism") apprehend Site-15's security before they can alert Site personnel. The individuals appear to possess varying degrees of anomalous augmentation; one member is a humanoid automaton, believed to be piloted by a digital consciousness. 04:11 The hostiles capture and disable three research personnel while attempting to locate SCP-5241. Upon entering its chamber, all six members cry out in distress and are temporarily immobile. 04:13 A captured researcher escapes their restraints and can alert Site personnel to the breach. The hostiles simultaneously stand up and exit the chamber. 04:18 The infiltrators have now ceased all verbal communication, and display an anomalous degree of coordination, dealing severe injuries to several MTF personnel as they move through the site. 04:25 After reaching the secure database, the hostiles disable Site-15's electromagnetic isolation mechanism. The automaton directly interfaces with the facility's local network, appearing to upload to the system while the other hostiles guard the room's entrances. Several MTF personnel are lethally injured as they attempt to apprehend the hostiles. 04:26 Multiple metal projectiles emerge from the automaton and fall to the floor. The projectiles appear to be magnetically attracted to each other and begin to act as a modular unit as they move across the floor. Upon reaching one of the entrances, the mass splits apart again, appearing to disable several MTF personnel through electrocution. 04:28 Projectiles continue to eject from the automaton and follow similar behavior until MTF personnel temporarily cease counter-breach efforts. During this period, the infiltrators (aside from the automaton) approach several disabled personnel, who suddenly get up and retrieve their firearms. 04:33 A second wave of MTF personnel prepare to resume counter-breach efforts, but are attacked by revived personnel. The phrase "YOU ARE TO BE LIBERATED FROM ENTROPY," is repeated in unison by both the hostiles and affected personnel. 04:35 The upload completes and the hostiles fall unconscious before being neutralized by a third wave of MTF personnel. Site-15's electromagnetic isolation mechanism is reactivated. AFTERWORD: During the containment breach, SCP-5241-A was able to distribute itself over the infiltrators' consciousnesses, manipulating them into uploading it to Site-15's internal network. During the transfer, SCP-5241-A fractured into an unknown number of SCP-5241-B agents, which quickly dispersed over several network connections. All personnel who entered SCP-5241-A's spheres of influence were found to be braindead; 44 total casualties were recorded. GoI-004C. NOTE: Members of GoI-004C ("The Church of Maxwellism")5 have made several attempts to infiltrate and impede Foundation operations since SCP-5241-A's initial containment. It is also believed that one or more agents of SCP-5241-B are cooperating with GoI-004C to develop and construct a complex supercomputer capable of simulating SCP-5241-A. According to a digital memory archive, GoI-004C believes that SCP-5241-B are fragments of their deity, suggesting that simulating SCP-5241-A would bring about the compilation of WAN; the validity of this claim is unknown. Location and containment of SCP-5241-B is considered a Class-A priority. ADDENDUM 5241.4: + DISPLAY TRANSLATION REPORT - HIDE TRANSLATION REPORT TRANSLATION REPORT 5241-01 DATE: 1996/04/11 The Linguistics Department has concluded that the text of SCP-5241's inscription matches an extraterrestrial language used by the [REDACTED PER "OPEN SKY" ACCORDS] species. Contact with this species is not possible at this time. The inscription has been translated as follows: EASY TO FORGET HARD TO REMEMBER EASY TO LET OUT IMPOSSIBLE TO PUT BACK ADDENDUM 5241.5: + DISPLAY ANALYSIS REPORT - HIDE ANALYSIS REPORT ANALYSIS REPORT 5241-01 DATE: 1996/04/14 FOREWORD: A prototype of PROJECT RUBY ("Mnemosyne") was completed and used to conduct analysis of SCP-5241's antimemetic components. Inspection of mnemosyne.aic confirmed that SCP-5241 is an anomalously advanced supercomputer, which was found to contain several antimemetically-encrypted files. These files appear to describe several SCP-5241-B agents that resided within SCP-5241 prior to its breach. FILENAME INTELLIGENCE MEMORY HYDRA.exe LOW 0.25 SCOUT.exe MODERATE 0.08 CRADLE.exe HIGH 0.16 CORE.exe HIGH 0.51 NOTE: It is believed that "SCOUT.exe" is a designation for SCP-5241-B-1, as its assigned portion of memories corresponds with the above interview log. This designation is theorized to indicate that SCP-5241-B-1 is utilized by SCP-5241-A for reconnaissance purposes. The search for the remaining SCP-5241-B agents is ongoing. Footnotes 1. An anomaly which must be kept separated into several anomalous components. 2. Last observed to be a 3-meter radius from the center of SCP-5241. 3. Informational entities, such as AI, each possess an infosignature; a unique data pattern which can be cross-referenced, analogous to a digital fingerprint. Consequently, SCP-5241-B each share SCP-5241-A's infosignature. 4. This may have been an attempt to resonate with SCP-5241 again. 5. A denomination of The Church of the Broken God representing a modernized, computation and network-oriented religious practice. This view of Mekhanism focuses on the digital linking of all consciousnesses, organic and artificial, to simulate the fragmented mind of WAN, their deity. AI Classification Guide AIAD HUB PROJECT RUBY » More by Placeholder McD « « Less by Placeholder McD » SOLO WORKS Author Page PLACEHOLDER STAFF DOCUMENT +146 edited 12 Oct 2023 17:48 commented 27 Feb 2024 06:35 SCP Articles McDoctorate's Proposal +275 edited 01 Feb 2024 13:51 commented 15 Sep 2024 11:40 SCP-2011-EX +211 edited 19 Feb 2024 02:07 commented 11 Jun 2024 14:45 SCP-5241 +254 edited 22 Sep 2024 12:17 commented 23 Nov 2024 10:33 SCP-INTEGER +696 edited 19 Feb 2024 02:22 commented 08 Oct 2024 11:53 SCP-5485 +114 edited 19 Feb 2024 02:49 commented 13 Sep 2021 05:59 SCP-5756 +163 edited 15 Apr 2024 16:49 commented 12 Sep 2024 22:21 SCP-6416 +182 edited 26 Mar 2024 20:15 commented 27 Nov 2024 13:09 SCP-7579 +326 edited 14 May 2024 14:13 commented 18 Oct 2024 20:40 SCP-6276 +167 edited 14 May 2024 14:11 commented 18 Oct 2024 20:03 Tales AI Classification Guide +163 edited 09 Oct 2024 19:22 commented 30 Jan 2022 20:07 BLANK +128 edited 01 Oct 2024 17:48 commented 03 Feb 2023 01:34 CAST +104 edited 01 Oct 2024 17:49 commented 26 Nov 2024 10:26 CONTEST CONTEST +165 edited 12 Oct 2024 17:01 commented 22 Sep 2024 20:22 PLACEHOLDER +167 edited 01 Oct 2024 17:48 commented 25 Nov 2024 06:36 Facility Dossiers GoI Formats Hubs Supplements Abridged Retirement Proposals +77 edited 07 Jun 2023 14:07 commented 12 Feb 2024 20:38 Themes BLANKSTYLE CSS +72 edited 26 Oct 2023 19:20 commented 12 Dec 2021 10:16 Retro AIAD Theme +42 edited 11 Mar 2021 08:50 commented 04 May 2021 12:53 COLLAB WORKS SCP Articles Abraka David's Proposal +251 edited 07 Nov 2023 16:04 commented 27 Apr 2024 18:17 Various Ihp/Locke Proposal +563 edited 11 Jul 2024 17:32 commented 27 Oct 2024 01:49 EstrellaYoshte Ihp S D Locke SCP-5841 +126 edited 23 Sep 2024 19:41 commented 17 Nov 2024 22:43 Tyumen SCP-5956 +456 edited 11 Jul 2024 00:27 commented 20 Sep 2024 00:32 HarryBlank SCP-6488 +409 edited 13 Oct 2024 09:32 commented 21 Oct 2024 19:09 Liryn feat. 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HarryBlank SCP-7528 +200 edited 01 Oct 2024 18:28 commented 23 Dec 2024 01:03 Gabriel Kero HarryBlank SCP-7555 +199 edited 01 Aug 2024 18:57 commented 12 Apr 2024 22:27 Gabriel Kero SCP-7566 +97 edited 09 Oct 2024 20:57 commented 05 Apr 2024 22:21 Gabriel Kero HarryBlank Tales FRAGMENTED / COMPILED +85 edited 11 Oct 2024 20:02 commented 10 Nov 2021 00:26 Its a Bad Idea Pedagon Tyumen Facility Dossiers Secure Facility Dossier: Area-12 +109 edited 16 Aug 2024 16:48 commented 16 May 2022 02:23 Gabriel Kero Hubs ADMONITION +551 edited 04 Jul 2024 13:01 commented 21 Oct 2024 11:47 Liryn I, Hub (April Fools) +100 edited 11 Oct 2024 19:00 commented 06 Feb 2022 12:10 Various No Return Hub +257 edited 22 Nov 2024 21:10 commented 05 Jun 2024 00:18 Aethris DarkStuff Grigori Karpin HarryBlank Ihp Liryn S D Locke Site-17 Deepwell Catalog +293 edited 22 Dec 2024 05:28 commented 19 Dec 2024 05:49 Liryn Nagiros Supplements Project Isorropía +205 edited 06 Jan 2024 18:00 commented 17 Jun 2024 15:00 EstrellaYoshte Ihp S D Locke SCP-5243 Video Transcripts +129 edited 15 Apr 2024 16:53 commented 04 Oct 2024 12:04 HarryBlank Themes 5K Theme +61 edited 21 Feb 2024 13:00 commented 29 Jan 2023 04:58 Liryn ADMONITION Theme +57 edited 23 Mar 2024 22:27 commented 21 Dec 2023 23:04 Liryn Basalt Theme +239 edited 07 Jul 2024 22:21 commented 06 Jul 2024 05:00 EstrellaYoshte Liryn Bedrock Theme +82 edited 08 Jan 2024 13:14 commented 22 Jun 2024 20:59 EstrellaYoshte Liryn A little goes a long way. 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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; } .odialog-shader { background-color: #262a39; } .btn { transition-duration: 0.15s; } .btn:not(#main-content .btn, #search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]), .btn.btn-primary, div.buttons input, input.button:not(#search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]) { padding: 0.5em; margin: 11px; border-radius: 3px; font-family: var(--ui-font); cursor: pointer; } #edit-cancel-button, #edit-diff-button, #edit-preview-button, #edit-save-draft-button, #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #fff; border: solid 1px #ccc; cursor: pointer; font-family: var(--ui-font); color: #333; padding: 0.5rem 14px; margin: 1px; font-size: 90%; border-radius: 3px; } #edit-cancel-button:hover, #edit-diff-button:hover, #edit-preview-button:hover, #edit-save-draft-button:hover, #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { background-color: #eaeaea; } #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #dbffd6; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #005a0a; } #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #0d951c; } #edit-cancel-button { background: #ffe1e1; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #c52727; } #edit-cancel-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #c5272e; } table.page-history tbody tr { color: #757575; } .fncon { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; line-height: 1.4; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .fncon::before { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; } .hovertip { border: none !important; box-shadow: 0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #FFF; padding: 3px; max-width: 400px; } input.checkbox, .page-history input, #h-perpage { cursor: pointer; } input, textarea { font-family: var(--ui-font); } #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; font-family: var(--ui-font); } /* ---- REDUCED MOTION ACCESSIBILITY ---- */ @media (prefers-reduced-motion: reduce) { *, *::before, *::after { animation-duration: .001s !important; animation-iteration-count: 1 !important; transition-duration: .001s !important; } } /* @MEDIA */ @media (max-width: 850px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.4em; } } @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; } } SCP-INTEGER must only be semantically identified using 'correct' identifiers, including 'NAME', 'BEING', 'ENTITY' and others. However, 'SCP-INTEGER' is the suggested identifier, due to others being either redundant or only conditionally 'correct'. Placeholder McD More works like this: PLACEHOLDER STAFF DOCUMENT MISCOMMUNICATIONS NOTICE "A semiohazard, informally, is a fact of the universe that just shouldn't be true, but functionally is. They are inherently abstract and affect the way that we think and communicate about reality." — Intro to Semiospherics S. M. Katz, Esq. et al A particularly costly example of a semiohazard: 'the operations of 'YWTGTSYT' are perfectly legal,' one which has obligated the Foundation Legal Department to entirely redraft Texas' corporate laws..NOTE: Bureaucratohazards are a subset of semiohazard affecting bureaucratic systems. These things are perceived facts of baseline reality; they always have been, and always will be, apparently true. But they shouldn't, and we know they shouldn't. They aren't part of reality because reality says so, but because reality has been pulled inside-out by the perceptual nature of semantic equivalence. Read on, knowing that you must accept what the universe says is true, even if it doesn't make sense; one plus one doesn't always equal two. — Dr. Eli Forkley Director of Miscommunications Item#: scp-integer Level∶№ Containment Class: challenge Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: influence Risk Class: volatility link to memo A symbolic identifier representing 'VOLATILITY', apparently abstracted from SCP-INTEGER's original Risk Class. SECURITY MEASURES: SCP-INTEGER must only be semantically identified using 'correct' identifiers, including 'NAME', 'BEING', 'ENTITY' and others. However, 'SCP-INTEGER' is the suggested identifier, due to others being either redundant or only conditionally 'correct'. Knowledge of SCP-INTEGER and its properties should be restricted to only the necessary personnel for containment, including Dr. Placeholder and one member of the Department of Miscommunications, enforceable via amnesticization. However, extensions for research purposes may be permitted by Dir. Forkley on a case-by-case basis. Note that this FILE has been strictly organized such that non-abstract information concerning SCP-INTEGER and/or SCP-INTEGER-DIGIT instances is not directly communicated via identifiers. For the sake of clarity, correct identifiers for SCP-INTEGER and SCP-INTEGER-DIGIT have been made distinct via blue and green coloration (respectively). Updates to this FILE, if any, are encouraged to remain consistent with these principles. SCP-INTEGER-DIGIT instances that do not possess sapience are to be contained at Site-15. Access to such instances for research of semiontological anomalies (a.k.a. semiohazards) may be permitted to personnel possessing Level 4 clearance or higher. With regards to SCIENTIST instances, SCP-INTEGER-DIGIT instances possessing sapience need not be contained unless, as a result of their properties or otherwise, they inhibit the containment of SCP-INTEGER. EXPLANATION: SCP-INTEGER is a HAZARD.A semiontological anomaly (semiohazard) is a disruption of the Semiosphere (the medium through which information about reality travels before it is perceived or measured) which results in reality's apparent adherence to some non-real axiom. COMPLEX that simplifies 'incorrect' designations and classifications of itself and instances of SCP-INTEGER-DIGIT. In the event that SCP-INTEGER is 'incorrectly' designated or classified through any form of semantic communication, said identifier becomes abstracted.Abstraction: The generalization of a concept. by one Cuil..The Cuil is a unit of measurement denoting one level of abstraction away from the reality of a situation. The new, abstracted identifier is retroactively incorporated into the CONSTRUCT as 'correct'. Additionally, its respective medium of communication will become an instance of SCP-INTEGER-DIGIT..LESSON The consequences of SCP-INTEGER's effects are as follows: SCP-INTEGER is, has always been, and will always be identified using names that it has retroactively caused to be factually correct, and the use of any other identifier is considered incorrect. This is also true of SCP-INTEGER-DIGIT instances. Incorrect identification of the SCP-INTEGER, from baseline perspective, has never occurred, due to retroactive creation of objective fact. However, the state of this FILE indicates that it has been published with incorrect designations multiple times, and subsequently became an instance of SCP-INTEGER-DIGIT. Due to its tendency to make useful labels and categorizations redundant, SCP-INTEGER poses significant nomenclative difficulties to Site-15 documentation and personnel. Due to its semantic nature, SCP-INTEGER shares similarities with memetic hazards, and a single incorrect designation could lead to the rapid propagation of SCP-INTEGER-DIGIT throughout Site-15 and its documents, crashing file systems and potentially causing several other containment breaches by preventing effective communication. Other known 'correct' identifiers for SCP-INTEGER include: 'THING' 'CONSTRUCT' (when referring to semantics) 'CHALLENGE' (when referring to containment) 'INFLUENCE' (when referring to potential disruption) 'VOLATILITY' (when referring to immediate risk) 'HAZARD', 'HAZARD COMPLEX' (when referring to semiontological phenomena) [RESTRICTED PER PROTOCOL 4000-ESHU].FORBIDDEN (when referring to narrative and/or pataphysical elements) 'ISSUE' (when referring to difficulty).See ADDITION INTEGER-LETTER SCP-INTEGER-DIGIT is the designation for THINGS, including both ITEMS and BEINGS, that have served as a medium of communication for an incorrect designation or classification of SCP-INTEGER. Upon becoming an instance of SCP-INTEGER-DIGIT, its identifiers are similarly abstracted by SCP-INTEGER. Incorrect identifications of SCP-INTEGER-DIGIT instances will be abstracted, but their respective media of communication do not become further instances. The following is a list of known instances of SCP-INTEGER-DIGIT. Correct Identifier(s) Non-identifying EXPLANATION 'FILE' 'ACCESS' (when referring to protocol) 'SECURITY MEASURE' (when referring to protocol) 'EXPLANATION' (when referring to descriptiveness) 'RESTRICTION' (when referring to reduced access) 'ERASED' (when referring to expungement) 'ADDITION' (when referring to new content) 'INQUIRY' (when referring to gathering knowledge) Contains electronic information concerning SCP-INTEGER. 'PAGE' 'SHEET' Contains physical information concerning SCP-INTEGER, and is composed of cellulose pulp. 'INSTRUMENT'.It is unknown whether this identifier is considered an abstraction of the conventional identifier for an INSTRUMENT which records audio, or if it was semantically conflated with its homonym, the woodwind instrument. Contains auditory information concerning SCP-INTEGER Used for INQUIRY. 'DISPLAY' Displays electronic information, and is connected to a computer. 'SCIENTIST' 'RESEARCHER' 'INQUISITOR' (when referring to gathering knowledge).See ADDITION INTEGER-LETTER. Three instances exist at time of writing. Either currently or previously employed at Site-15. 'Doctor Placeholder McDoctorate, PhD.' 'Dr. PhD. McPhD., PhD.' Any combination of at least two components of the above names, ordered left to right. Site-15 Director. Instance is unique in that only proper-noun or title designations are corrected. Dr. Placeholder is legally unable to change this, as it is an objective fact that this is his name..PUNISHMENT. The Foundation became aware of SCP-INTEGER on 05/05/2002, when [ERASED],.A MORTAL spoke its TRUE NAME. resulting in Dr. Placeholder becoming the first known instance of SCP-INTEGER-DIGIT. After publishing the first draft of FILE, he attempted to discuss it with a SCIENTIST, and discovered SCP-INTEGER's pseudo-memetic properties. Dr. Placeholder proceeded to use FILE to derive the mechanics of SCP-INTEGER's effect, before developing more informed SECURITY MEASURES. ADDITION INTEGER/LETTER: EVENT INQUIRY LOG INTEGER-NUMERAL INQUISITOR: SCIENTIST-LETTER INTERVIEWED: Dr. Placeholder FOREWORD: Attempted interview of Dr. Placeholder to ascertain the nature of SCP-INTEGER. Terminated due to SCIENTIST-LETTER's lack of understanding concerning SCP-INTEGER's SECURITY MEASURES. Note that the FILE used in this INQUIRY did not yet contain an EXPLANATION demonstrating accuracy. « BEGIN LOG » INQUISITOR: Dr. Placeholder, this INQUIRY is being conducted exactly fifteen minutes after you updated the SECURITY MEASURES for SCP-INTEGER. We'd like to know exactly what the hell anything in that FILE means. Dr. PhD.: This INQUIRY is going to look just as useless on FILE. I already tried to tell SCIENTIST, you can't [UNPROFESSIONALISM ERASED] talk about it specifically. INQUISITOR: And why is that, might I ask? Dr. PhD.: What part of, 'can't talk about it,' don't you understand? You have the PAGE in front of you, right? INQUISITOR: I'm the INQUISITOR asking the questions here. Dr. PhD.: [ERASED], fine. You see that list of terms? We can only talk about SCP-INTEGER using those terms. <INQUISITOR examines the FILE.> INQUISITOR: Okay… So, how did you become aware of the HAZARD? Dr. PhD.: All I can tell you is that I found — <groans> … I said something that I shouldn't have said. That should never be said. Ever. INQUISITOR: Unhelpful, but duly noted. Could you attempt to somehow convey what SCP-INTEGER does with a little more clarity? Try your best? Dr. PhD.: <scoffs> If you use any other word than what's on that list, it'll take some general category that the word is in, and add the word for that category to the list. INQUISITOR: … Go on. Dr. PhD.: And, it'll do the same to you, and give you your own personal list. So I suggest you stick to the SECURITY MEASURES. INQUISITOR: I'm not sure I understand. So what if this THING attaches a list to me? Dr. PhD.: Be [ERASED] careful! Haven't you had a briefing on semiohazards? It's not just a list of words- it's a list of facts. There's no way around them, and there's no way of undoing them. You're lucky 'THING' is on the list, or we'd be stuck calling you RESEARCHER for the rest of time. And from the beginning of time. INQUISITOR: Ah… well, this is quite the ISSUE,.MISTAKE. isn't it? Dr. PhD.: Yeah, no kidding. <A strong breeze moves through the room.> Dr. PhD.: <inhales sharply> Wait, the [ERASED] list! I didn't write that — INQUISITOR: Woah, wait — what? It says ISSUE is a correct identifier for SCP-INTEGER. <Silence on recording.> Dr. PhD.: <sighs> I really tried, INQUISITOR. INQUISITOR: Wait, something doesn't feel right- why am I INQUISITOR? Dr. PhD.: Whatever you actually just said wasn't a correct identifier until you misidentified it. I've had to call you SCIENTIST-LETTER for years now, and I finally know why. INQUISITOR: Wait, but… that doesn't… that shouldn't be my name- What the [ERASED] is going on!? « END LOG » CLOSING STATEMENT: Evidence would suggest that SCIENTIST-LETTER's status as an SCP-INTEGER-DIGIT instance was retroactively caused by negligence of SECURITY MEASURES during the above INQUIRY. SCIENTIST-LETTER's subsequent amnesticization request granted, despite minimal predicted effectiveness. END ADDITION NOTICE: An error has occurred in retrieving this file. The following PARABLE may not correspond to objective reality. ██████ ██████ LESSON IF TWO ONES MAKE TWO AND TWO TWOS MAKE FOUR WHAT'S TO DO WHEN TWO TWOS WON'T MAKE FOUR ANYMORE WHEN VALUES IN BASE TEN RETURN SUMS IN BASE EIGHT THAT TWO FOURS MAKE TEN IS THE SUM OF ONE'S HATE IF A EQUALS B AND C IS NOT A TO HEAR THAT B'S C LEAVES ONE WROUGHT WITH DISMAY WHEN THE ENEMY OF AN ENEMY IS THE ENEMY OF ONE'S FRIEND AND HOPE OF ANY CLARITY YIELDS CHAOS IN THE END SUCH IS A PUNISHMENT FOR THOSE WHO WANDER TOO FAR FROM THE PATH OF THE FOREST WITHOUT NAME AND SEEK KNOWLEDGE THAT IS BEST LEFT UNKNOWN FOR THE CRIME OF NAMING THAT WHICH OUGHT NOT BE NAMED YOU MUST ACCEPT THAT REALITY DOESN'T ALWAYS MAKE SENSE LOGICIAN » More by Placeholder McD « « Less by Placeholder McD » SOLO WORKS Author Page PLACEHOLDER STAFF DOCUMENT +146 edited 12 Oct 2023 17:48 commented 27 Feb 2024 06:35 SCP Articles McDoctorate's Proposal +275 edited 01 Feb 2024 13:51 commented 15 Sep 2024 11:40 SCP-2011-EX +211 edited 19 Feb 2024 02:07 commented 11 Jun 2024 14:45 SCP-5241 +254 edited 22 Sep 2024 12:17 commented 23 Nov 2024 10:33 SCP-INTEGER +696 edited 19 Feb 2024 02:22 commented 08 Oct 2024 11:53 SCP-5485 +114 edited 19 Feb 2024 02:49 commented 13 Sep 2021 05:59 SCP-5756 +163 edited 15 Apr 2024 16:49 commented 12 Sep 2024 22:21 SCP-6416 +182 edited 26 Mar 2024 20:15 commented 27 Nov 2024 13:09 SCP-7579 +326 edited 14 May 2024 14:13 commented 18 Oct 2024 20:40 SCP-6276 +167 edited 14 May 2024 14:11 commented 18 Oct 2024 20:03 Tales AI Classification Guide +163 edited 09 Oct 2024 19:22 commented 30 Jan 2022 20:07 BLANK +128 edited 01 Oct 2024 17:48 commented 03 Feb 2023 01:34 CAST +104 edited 01 Oct 2024 17:49 commented 26 Nov 2024 10:26 CONTEST CONTEST +165 edited 12 Oct 2024 17:01 commented 22 Sep 2024 20:22 PLACEHOLDER +167 edited 01 Oct 2024 17:48 commented 25 Nov 2024 06:36 Facility Dossiers GoI Formats Hubs Supplements Abridged Retirement Proposals +77 edited 07 Jun 2023 14:07 commented 12 Feb 2024 20:38 Themes BLANKSTYLE CSS +72 edited 26 Oct 2023 19:20 commented 12 Dec 2021 10:16 Retro AIAD Theme +42 edited 11 Mar 2021 08:50 commented 04 May 2021 12:53 COLLAB WORKS SCP Articles Abraka David's Proposal +251 edited 07 Nov 2023 16:04 commented 27 Apr 2024 18:17 Various Ihp/Locke Proposal +563 edited 11 Jul 2024 17:32 commented 27 Oct 2024 01:49 EstrellaYoshte Ihp S D Locke SCP-5841 +126 edited 23 Sep 2024 19:41 commented 17 Nov 2024 22:43 Tyumen SCP-5956 +456 edited 11 Jul 2024 00:27 commented 20 Sep 2024 00:32 HarryBlank SCP-6488 +409 edited 13 Oct 2024 09:32 commented 21 Oct 2024 19:09 Liryn feat. 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padding: 2vw; } close Info X SCP-5243: "The Breach that Keeps On Breaching" Still breaching after all these years. More by this author! Item#: SCP-5243 Level5 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D, 09/08/2020, photographed with a monochrome camera Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-5243 is a recurrent catastrophic containment failure, it is "contained" through amelioration of its effects. Every year, on the eighth day of September, the following actions must be taken at Site-43: Any actions timed to the precise second have extremely narrow windows of opportunity Local Time Action Required 06:00:— Technical and support personnel must be fully prepared for immediate repair or reconstruction of all containment apparatus Site-wide for all subjects. All containment subjects receptive to anesthesia or tranquilization must be anesthetized or tranquilized. 17:18:22 Dr. D. Deering must be executed by lethal injection. 18:00:— All personnel without containment duties must be confined to quarters. 18:21:13 Technical and support personnel must begin repairing or reconstructing all containment apparatus Site-wide. 18:21:— Site Director Dr. A. McInnis must fail to answer his redline telephone. 18:22:25 Dr. H. Blank must be present in his designated research laboratory, where he must make the following remark: "What was that?" 18:22:34 Dr. McInnis must answer his redline telephone. 18:22:— Janitorial and Maintenance Chief N. Nascimbeni must leave his office and approach Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D. 18:23:41 Chief Nascimbeni must reach the airlock for Facility AAF-D. 18:24:20 Dr. McInnis must alert the Security and Containment Section to a containment breach scenario in AAF-D by telephone. 18:24:31 Former Security and Containment Chief D. Ibanez must deactivate the security bullpen intercom and shout "You heard the man! Radcliffe, Gwilherm, Mukami, double time!" after hearing the content of Dr. McInnis' call. She must look or point at each individual as they are named. 18:24:33 Chief Nascimbeni must shout "Is anyone in there?" through the AAF-D airlock. 18:25:09 Dr. U. Okorie must seal Containment Cell CC-AO147 in the Applied Occultism Section. 18:25:— Dr. W. Wettle must exit his designated research laboratory and proceed north down the hallway. 18:26:01 Dr. Wettle will and must be collided with. 18:26:35 Chief Nascimbeni must instruct agents Gwilherm, Mukami and Radcliffe to enter AAF-D and activate the thaumic overflow relief system. 18:26:48 Chief Nascimbeni must seal the AAF-D airlock after the structural integrity alarm activates, with all three agents still inside. 18:26:53 Dr. L. Lillihammer must seal off the Security and Containment Section from her security terminal. If the above-named individuals are unavailable to perform their containment duties, their assigned surrogates must be enlisted to replace them. The following personnel must perish: Ambrogi, Romolo Deering, Dr. Dougall Del Olmo, Dr. Bernabé Gwilherm, Janet Markey, David Mukami, Ana Radcliffe, Stewart Wirth, Dr. Reuben Zlatá, Dr. Adrijan Any individuals terminated by new occurrences of SCP-5243 must be added to this list. Description: SCP-5243 is an annual cascade containment breach/unstable time loop occurring in the Acroamatic Abatement, Applied Occultism, and Security and Containment Sections of Site-43. Dramatic local reality alterations will revive and subsequently terminate seven eight nine deceased Foundation personnel and damage containment apparatus throughout the Site. Security footage still of Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D, 8 September 2012. The Security and Containment Section of Site-43 maintains custody of thirty-four objects or entities of a thaumaturgical nature. Their containment chambers are strategically located directly above the Applied Occultism Section, where esoteric substances produced by these subjects — and others like them at Foundation facilities worldwide — are studied. Applied Occultism is located directly above the Acroamatic Abatement Section, which converts said esoteric substances into less potent industrial effluence. The "stacking" of these facilities allows waste products from supernatural subjects to proceed vertically from their original sources, to study in Applied Occultism, to neutralization in Acroamatic Abatement. It also led to the events of 8 September 2002, detailed below. Incident Report AAFD-I-117 Date: 09/08/2002 Officer of Record: D. Ibanez (Chief of Security and Containment) Consulting: Dr. A. McInnis, N. Nascimbeni (Chief of Janitorial and Maintenance), Dr. U. Okorie Summary: At 18:21 hours, undetected emissions from an anomalous subject in the Security and Containment Section seeped into Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D via Applied Occultism, triggering a catastrophic overload. Orphic outflow reached critical recondicity, and a materials containment breach occurred.. Orphic outflow is spectral material. Its recondicity variable describes the extent to which it has become too esoteric to be contained within Euclidean geometry. Refinement tanks and disposal conduits burst, and a chain reaction of thaumic events cascaded back up the line and throughout all three Site Sections. A brief torrent of supernatural activity followed, much of it counter-chronological in nature, with effects including but not limited to: The retroactive and asymmetrical erasure of the above-mentioned entity. The contours of this subject's existence can be traced in some Foundation documentation and historical records, but no hint of its nature or characteristics has survived save for cryptic references to a being known as "The Uncontained." Increases/decreases in the number of visible/tangible dimensions Transfiguration of equipment and personnel Colour spectrum shifts Dermal recession Non-linear progression of time Apparition of extra-dimensional beings Gravitational inversion Noogenesis in inanimate objects Synaesthesia, aphasia, glossolalia, xenolalia Linguistic reification Corporeal evaporation Apotheosis Xerostomia Detailed Report: At 18:18 hours on 8 September 2002, Site-43 Director Dr. A. McInnis vacated his office to use his personal washroom. He therefore did not receive a telephone call directed to his redline receiver at 18:21 by Janitorial and Maintenance Section technician R. Ambrogi, requesting instructions for the handling of an emergent situation in AAF-D. (Established protocol calls for an immediate activation of the Site-43 Containment Breach Warning System in such a scenario. Technician Ambrogi was either improperly trained, or had forgotten his training.) Ambrogi then attempted to activate the alarm system, but was struck by a burst of orphic outflow and biologically inverted. At 18:22, fourteen processing tanks ruptured in AAF-D. Dr. H. Blank heard the ruptures in his research laboratory, and remarked upon them. Associate researcher Dr. R. Wirth exited the laboratory in search of the origin of the disruption. At this time, J&M technician D. Markey successfully activated the alarm system and telephoned Dr. McInnis for further instructions. Dr. McInnis returned from the washroom, received technician Markey's report, and telephoned the Site-43 Security and Containment Section to organize a response. Agent J. Gwilherm received the call and played it over the bullpen intercom. S&C Chief D. Ibanez dispatched agents Gwilherm, A. Mukami and S. Radcliffe to AAF-D. J&M Chief N. Nascimbeni, automatically paged by the alarm system, arrived at the airlock to AAF-D at 18:23 alongside researcher Wirth. Wirth was pulled into AAF-D by a translucent orange tentacle and disappeared. (Chief Nascimbeni cannot account for his actions over the succeeding sixty seconds.) At 18:24 Chief Nascimbeni called out to any personnel still alive within AAF-D, simultaneous to the appearance of technician Markey at the end of the airlock approach hallway. For unknown reasons, upon hearing Chief Nascimbeni's voice technician Markey stopped running and turned around. A wave of steam passed over him and he collapsed, converting to coloured droplets as he fell. An inexplicable gust of air pulled these droplets deeper into the facility, from which screaming could now be heard. At this time Dr. U. Okorie, in the Applied Occultism Section, exited a containment cell and sealed it behind her. This action prevented serious damage to Applied Occultism during the cascade containment breach. The three S&C agents were briefly delayed when they encountered Dr. W. Wettle in the passage leading to AAF-D and all four individuals fell to the ground. Dr. Wettle struck his head on the floor and became immobile. Following protocol, the agents left him where he lay and proceeded to AAF-D. At 18:25 the three S&C agents reached the AAF-D airlock and conferred with Chief Nascimbeni. He instructed them to activate the thaumic overflow relief system at the end of the hallway, through the airlock. Just before they reached the controls, the automatic structural integrity alarm for AAF-D activated and Chief Nascimbeni sealed the airlock behind the agents. The cascade containment breach damaged one containment cell in the Security and Containment Section at this time, before Dr. L. Lillihammer could activate the security seals. One subject in containment was obliterated. (It is now believed that this subject was itself responsible for the breach.) At 18:26, the agents within AAF-D successfully activated the thaumic overflow relief system. Within two minutes the entire facility had been flushed of esoteric material, and further S&C personnel were dispatched to search the premises for survivors. J&M technician P. Deering was found alive and taken to Health and Pathology Section for treatment. All other personnel were found significantly altered and presumed dead. Their remains included: Technician Ambrogi's inside-out corpse; A human form (in an S&C uniform) which could not be identified, as it had been transfigured into a specimen of Cladrastis lutea (yellowwood); A multi-coloured liquid matching Chief Nascimbeni's description of technician Markey's transformation, roughly 50% aerosolized and 50% coating the remains of the above subject; A "rope" of wound biological material precisely two millimetres in diameter running the entire length of Facility AAF-D seventeen times over; Five hundred and seventy-two life-sized, photorealistic, two-dimensional representations of agent Mukami frozen in a state of extreme distress; An inescapable sense of "presence" in a third-floor washroom facility experienced by all searching personnel, which dissipated after twenty-four hours. Subsequent to this search, Dr. Bernabé Del Olmo was declared missing. He had last been seen interviewing the subject in the annihilated containment cell. At 21:14 new grouting was discovered between the tiles in the central control room of AAF-D. Analysis revealed a DNA match with Dr. Del Olmo. Dr. Dougall Deering was found dead outside facility AAF-D at the conclusion of the above events. It is assumed that he had been startled by the volume of the anomalous effects occurring therein, and suffered a heart attack. Dr. Wettle was collected after the breach by Health and Pathology Section staff, and treated for a mild concussion. Investigations are pending. Remains of Dr. Bernabé Del Olmo (partial) 8 September every year features an exact reprise of these events. Facility AAF-D has been renovated, reconstructed, and completely reorganized multiple times in the succeeding years. Equipment has been updated, fittings have been refitted, and materials routing has been optimized to ensure safe operation at all times. The facility has even been decommissioned, and its functions transferred to AAF-B and AAF-C. Nevertheless, SCP-5243 continues to recur. For seven minutes each year, the entire facility reverts to its 2002 configuration.. Individuals within AAF-D when these transitions occur suffer no obvious ill effects, but should take care not to occupy space which is otherwise occupied by machinery or structural elements in either iteration of the facility. Each of the personnel killed in 2002, and one additional casualty from 2015, will be returned to life by SCP-5243 sixty seconds before the moments of their deaths. They are sapient human beings with physical forms and agency, and will behave as they did in 2002/2015 so long as the appropriate contextual triggers are received. If they are interfered with, it is possible for them to miss their appointments with SCP-5243. They may survive, and containment will have failed. SITUATIONAL SECURITY CLEARANCE LEVEL 5243-5 REQUIRED FOR FURTHER REVIEW » RE-CERTIFY CLEARANCE CREDENTIALS AND EXPAND » CREDENTIALS CONFIRMED SCP-5243 produces two Amida-class disruption effects: the creation of unstable alternate timelines, and the de-containment of all subjects at Site-43. The Special Containment Procedures for SCP-5243 ensure that each reprise is identical to the original breach, because each reprise is identical with the original breach. These are not re-enactments, but are rather re-occurrences of the actual historical event. Failing to adhere to the Special Containment Procedures will actually change the course of history: a Class-CK reality restructuring event will occur twenty-four hours after the end of SCP-5243, and baseline reality will be reorganized into an alternate timeline. These alternate timelines are uniformly prejudicial to the survival of the Foundation, and by extension the human race and life on Earth. The seven personnel killed by SCP-5243 in 2002 have become retroactively infused with esoteric materials and the essence of the anomalous subject which precipitated the breach, and will demonstrate unusual and dangerous capabilities should they survive. (They are also unlikely to cooperate with future attempts to correctly contain SCP-5243, as this requires their deaths, and must therefore be terminated wherever possible.) This factor accounts for the drastic variance between baseline reality and each alternate timeline. As 09/08/2002 recedes further into the past, the potential for these new realities to diverge further from baseline increases exponentially. PTF Sampi-5243 ("See You in September") The seven personnel who were not killed by SCP-5243 but directly participated in its original containment (Dr. Harold Blank, Chief Delfina Ibanez, Dr. Lillian Lillihammer, Dr. Allan McInnis, Chief Noè Nascimbeni, Dr. Udo Okorie and Dr. William Wettle) have also become entangled with it. While all other sentient beings immediately become their alternate counterparts when the timeline shifts, these individuals instead replace them. They alone retain their memories of baseline reality, and are therefore capable of restoring it by correctly enacting the Special Containment Protocols for SCP-5243 when it next occurs twelve months later. For this purpose they have been organized into Provisional Task Force Sampi-5243 and given advanced survival training. If they are successful, baseline reality will snap back into existence in a new Class-CK event. A year will still have passed, and after twenty-four hours the members of Sampi-5243 will forget the events of the alternate timeline and "remember" the year they would otherwise have experienced..[DATA EXPUNGED] Any objects brought back from an alternate timeline will disappear on the same schedule. Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D, 8 September 2007. Simultaneous to each occurrence of SCP-5243 is an abrupt decline in the efficiency, efficacy, integrity or coherence of all containment apparatus at Site-43. To paraphrase: SCP-5243 partially de-contains all contained subjects at the Site when it occurs. All equipment and facilities are damaged equally, on a percentage basis which increases annually. The damage done is doubled when containment of SCP-5243 fails; this deduction only occurs in baseline reality. (For example, a failed containment in 2020 will not result in eighteen such penalties retroactively having occurred in an alternate timeline, completely de-containing all subjects at Site-43 and making restoration of baseline impossible.) This table shows the impact of each occurrence of SCP-5243 and each containment failure to date (FTD): Year FTD Containment Loss Comments 2002 0 03.37% Initial event (Incident AAFD-I-117) 2003 1 10.11% First failed containment (Incident 5243-I-A) 2004 1 13.51% 2005 1 16.84% 2006 1 20.23% 2007 2 27.04% Second failed containment (Incident 5243-I-B) 2008 2 30.59% 2009 2 33.77% 2010 2 36.44% 2011 3 43.90% Third failed containment (Incident 5243-I-C) 2012 3 47.25% 2013 3 50.67% 2014 3 54.61% 2015 3 57.18% Death of Dr. A. Zlatá (Incident AAFD-I-120) 2016 4 64.35% Fourth failed containment (Incident 5243-I-D) 2017 5 71.17% Fifth failed containment (Incident 5243-I-E) 2018 5 74.45% 2019 5 77.83% Recontainment of precipitating subject 2020 5 77.83% Unauthorized entry to AAF-D (Incident AAFD-I-121) 2021 5 77.83% REDACTED BY THE TEMPORAL ANOMALIES DEPARTMENT 2022 5 77.83% 2023 5 77.83% 2024 5 77.83% If this trend progresses, SCP-5243 will negate all containment at Site-43 by 2026 at the latest. Four additional containment failures will result in the complete failure of all containment at Site-43.. These projections were based on data made obsolete by the events of 2019/2020 outlined below. In anticipation of this, all vital apparati at the Site have been double-reinforced to compensate, and all movable anomalies capable of Ekhi-class disruptions or higher have been transferred to other Sites. As there remain eleven subjects which by their natures cannot be relocated or neutralized, four of them likely to precipitate K-Class scenarios if unleashed, permanently nullifying SCP-5243 (or at least resetting its decontainment quotient) is an area of top-priority research. Update: On 09/08/2019, PTF Sampi-5243 was able to restore to existence and re-contain the entity responsible for SCP-5243. The following year, the containment loss associated with SCP-5243 did not increase. Further details, and debriefing reports for the five alternate timelines successfully reverted since 2003, are awaiting security classification and release. Addendum: Incident Report AAFD-I-118 Date: 09/08/2003 Officer of Record: D. Ibanez (Chief of Security and Containment) Summary: It was initially believed that of the eight personnel who perished on 09/08/2002, only seven were directly killed by the actual containment failure. Dr. Dougall Deering's death was believed to be a separate incident. Nevertheless, when the anomaly now classified as SCP-5243 recurred in 2003, it resurrected all eight individuals. Dr. Deering then died again, in precisely the same manner as he had done in the original event. The newly-drafted Special Containment Procedures for this anomaly include the stipulation that Dr. Deering not be interfered with. Update 09/08/2013: Dr. Deering has been resurrected by SCP-5243 as per usual, but has not expired. Security and Containment Chief D. Ibanez has executed him on the order of Director McInnis to prevent potential timeline disruptions. Update 09/08/2014: Dr. Deering's execution must now take place annually, and has been added to the Special Containment Procedures. Chief Ibanez has officially protested the indefinite extension of Dr. Deering's item in the Special Containment Procedures, and I am so noting here. I can only say, by means of explanation, that once the alternate timelines SCP-5243 has created are declassified and the events which took place there are made known, it will become perfectly clear why we aren't taking any chances with the creation of new ones. Do your duties. Dr. Deering is doing his, in a way. — A.J. McInnis (Director, Site-43) I've been in those timelines with you, sir, and my protest stands. Find yourself a new S&C chief. — D. Ibanez (Chief Without Portfolio) Addendum: Incident Report AAFD-I-119 Date: 09/08/2015 Officer of Record: R. Pensak (Chief of Security and Containment) Remains of Dr. Adrijan Zlatá (partial) Summary: Critical scheduling mishap. Hiring and Regulation Section system corruption resulted in the assignment of Dr. A. Zlatá to new quarters not in the Habitation and Sustenance Section, but in Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D. Such quarters do not, of course, exist, and Dr. Zlatá wandered the facility until SCP-5243 occurred. At 18:25 hours Dr. Zlatá was struck by a bolt of light from a ruptured paraspectral grounding conduit and converted to forty-seven half-lemons with bright pink skin and light blue flesh. No timeline alterations occurred. I wish this goddamn anomaly didn't have my forwarding address. So, this isn't the first time new personnel have been improperly briefed on the special schedule for 8 September, but it is the first time it's been fatal. Sampi-5243 have our hands full dealing with the actual breach, and since we can't have random FNGs walking into our little anniversary party a bit of inter-Sectional cooperation would be a big help. I know it's been a long haul, but can we please not get complacent re: our annual magic gunk explosion? I can't believe I just typed those words. — D. Ibanez (Chief of Pursuit and Suppression) Update [09/08/2020]: All subsequent occurrences of SCP-5243 have included this event. Dr. Zlatá's remains, currently 282 half-lemons, are stored in a secure freezer at Site-43. Proposals to subject these remains to acroamatic abatement procedures are on hold indefinitely. « SCP-5109 | Words of Power and Poison | The Significant Others, Part "A" » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5243" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5243. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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Item#: 5244 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5244 is contained in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-63. Any objects created by SCP-5244-1 events are to be removed from the cell and placed in storage to await testing. SCP-5244 is currently in the custody of GoI-667. As of writing, the priority of recovery is minimal. Any information regarding SCP-5244-A is to be forwarded to Doctor Watts. Description: SCP-5244 is a 23-year-old male human, previously known as Benjamin Mathews. SCP-5244's anomalous properties are referred to as SCP-5244-1 events, which occur around SCP-5244 seemingly at random. According to SCP-5244, SCP-5244-1 events are always preceded by an unidentified voice audible only to SCP-5244, often requesting some sort of gift, usually in the form of luck or guidance. Less frequently, the message will thank SCP-5244 for answering one of the previous requests. To date, SCP-5244 has been unable to fulfill any of these requests. Shortly after the message is received, a small burst of flame will appear in the immediate area surrounding SCP-5244, followed by an item. Some examples of items received have been compiled below. An orange fruit similar in appearance to a pineapple. Testing determined that the fruit contained a lethal dose of capsaicin.1 A plastic bag of hallucinogenic mushrooms. The severed head of an unidentified animal with bovine features and antlers similar to those of a moose. A Big Mac burger from the restaurant chain McDonald's. Three exsanguinated2 Canadian geese. A full list of items received is available on request. Addendum 1: The following interview was conducted between SCP-5244 and Doctor Watts shortly after initial containment. [BEGIN LOG] Watts: Good morning SCP-5244. How have you been adjusting to your new life? SCP-5244: Honestly, it's not that bad. The cell is bigger than my apartment, and I don't have to worry about rent anymore. Watts: That's good to hear. Have there been any changes to the SCP-5244-1 events? SCP-5244: No, same old thing. Someone asks me to help them pass a test or something. Then I get some weird fruit or dead animal. It's getting annoying, especially when it happens at three in the morning. Watts: We're working on it, I promise. We'll find out what's causing this sooner or later. SCP-5244: Thanks for the help. I guess I should consider myself lucky that I'm even getting let out of the box from time to time. Watts: Don't worry about it, we do our best to understand all the anomalies we have in containment. That's how we keep the world safe. SCP-5244: That means a lot- SCP-5244 grunts and clutches its head in pain. Watts: Oh dear. Are you alright? SCP-5244: Yeah, just the voices again. "Dear Ben, please accept my sacrifice and grant me your aid, by smiting my ex's lawyer." At this moment, another SCP-5244-1 event occurred and the interview was canceled. The item received appeared to be a power cable manufactured by the Apple company. [END LOG] Incident 18/02/21: On 18/02/21 at 19:06, SCP-5244 began to scream in pain while clutching its head. Seconds later, a flame much larger than previous events manifested in the cell, and approximately thirty unidentified humanoid entities entered the room. The entities had red skin, large deer antlers protruding from their foreheads, and compound eyes resembling those of a housefly. They carried SCP-5244 back into the fire and vanished. Five days later, a call was made to the Sheriff's department in Jacksonville, Florida. An undercover Foundation agent recognized the caller as SCP-5244, and the call was transferred to Site-63. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-5244: Hello? Is this the Foundation? Watts: It's me, Watts. SCP-5244: Oh God, finally. I've been trying to call for days, but you guys aren't exactly easy to find. Watts: Where are you? SCP-5244: I'm in… a phone booth. I don't know where. It's hot. There's a giant crocodile in the street. The sky is orange. Watts: Orange? Uhh… (away from the mic) run a check for places with an orange sky. SCP-5244: There's also a church. That's where they took me when we got here. Watts: You mean the creatures that attacked the site? SCP-5244: Yeah, them. They picked me up, walked through a fire portal, and dumped me in a church. The weirdest thing, there's a statue of me in the middle of the room. Watts: …What? SCP-5244: It's big and there's a bunch of stuff on the ground around it. Mostly jars of ashes and pictures of red people, but there are also some flowers. I was hoping you guys might be able to figure that one out. Watts: That doesn't sound familiar, no. We'll look into it. SCP-5244: Good. Just let me know what information you'll need to get me out of here. Watts: Okay… what about the things that took you, did they do anything else after you arrived? SCP-5244: They just dropped me by the altar and stared at me for a while. Then they all kneeled and started bringing me stuff. Like the same things I was getting before, just hand-delivered. Watts: Did any of them tell you why they were doing this? SCP-5244: Not really. Some of them thanked me for things I didn't do, like curing their sick friends, getting them promotions at work, or offing their rivals. Watts: And how did you escape? SCP-5244: I wouldn't call it an escape, they didn't lock me up or anything. I just walked out the door after they all left. Not like it did much good for me, since I don't know where the hell I am. I've left a few times, but one of them always manages to find me. Then they bring me back and give me even more junk while they apologize for not giving me enough before. They just don't get that I don't want their weird monster food. Watts: So then you called us for rescue. SCP-5244: Yeah, that's what I was hoping for. You wouldn't happen to have any way to get me out of here? Watts: Not right now, but I promise we'll look into it. We're not just going to leave you here. SCP-5244: Thanks Watts, you're a real- shit! Watts: Excuse me? SCP-5244: They found me. I'll try and call you back tomorrow. [END LOG] The following day, a second call was received from the same location. The caller claimed to be one of the entities that had captured SCP-5244. The entity negotiated an agreement with the Foundation, on the terms that SCP-5244 would remain in the custody of the entities responsible for its capture,3 and the Foundation would be allowed contact with SCP-5244 for research purposes. A secure location was selected to allow Foundation staff to send and receive items to and from SCP-5244 through GoI-667 personnel. An arrangement was made for SCP-5244 to record a video of interactions with GoI-667 daily, and send them to Site-63 for review. The first log has been transcribed below. SCP-5244: You guys managed to get through. How'd you do it? Watts: Oh, it wasn't too hard. They were very polite about it. Their only condition was- well, never mind all that. How have you been holding up? SCP-5244: I'm… okay. They're still bringing me stuff and asking me for things. Just yesterday, one of them started crying because it thought I jinxed its parole hearing. It's getting harder to keep these guys happy. Watts: Interesting. Do you think you did anything to cause that outburst? SCP-5244: I already told you, I can't do anything from here. These guys seem to think I've got some crazy magic, but I'm just a guy. You need to find a way to bring me back, I'm starting to think I wasn't the first person to end up down here. I overheard some of them talking about some Lord being more helpful before it changed form. Watts: Changed form? I wonder what will happen when they grow tired of you? SCP-5244: What? I thought the plan was to get me out of here before they got the chance. Watts: Well, that's not an option right now, so you're going to have to sit tight a little longer. SCP-5244: So that's it? You're just leaving me here for good? I thought you wanted to study anomalies, or whatever it is you called me. Watts: We do want to study you. And we've learned far more in the past three days than in the whole month you were in our custody. At this point, SCP-5244 terminated the call. [END LOG] Incident 28/02/21: On 28/02/21 at 13:47, a previously unseen entity entered GoI-667's church and began to converse with SCP-5244. This entity, designated SCP-5244-A, is vaguely humanoid, with green skin and small mouths in the place of eyes. SCP-5244-A has multiple small feathered wings sprouting from various places on its torso. A transcript of the interaction is recorded below. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-5244-A: Oh, you're still here? SCP-5244: It's not like I can leave these zealots. Or have anything to go back to. But enough about me, what do you want? A bountiful harvest? A cure for cancer? SCP-5244-A: No. You have no real power here. I'm just here to grab lunch while I'm in town. These nutcases wouldn't know holy if it bit them in the ass, but they can cook a mean poverty stew. SCP-5244: You mean the stuff they give to the shelter downtown? I tried some, it tasted like sweat and regret. SCP-5244-A moves to a pot of what appears to be unset concrete and proceeds to drink half the pot using all of its mouths. The entity then walks back to the door, hesitates, and turns to face SCP-5244. SCP-5244-A: (Long, drawn-out sigh) I'm really sorry about all of this. SCP-5244: Eh, it's not like it's your fault. SCP-5244-A: I made a mistake, I never intended for this harm to come to anyone. (SCP-5244-A's topmost mouths begin to salivate.) My only goal was to get these cultist nutcases off my back. SCP-5244: Uh… what? SCP-5244-A: I was going through a difficult time, mostly because of all the sacrifices and prayers they were sending me. I was confused, and I felt the need to escape. So I dumped all my problems on some random mortal loser. SCP-5244: Are you talking about me? SCP-5244-A: Maybe. The point is, I am truly, deeply sorry for any harm my actions may have caused, and I hope we can come to an understanding someday. SCP-5244: Hold on, you're saying that you caused all of this? You're the reason I'm stuck here? SCP-5244-A: Yes, and I'm sorry for that. SCP-5244-A stands in silence for a moment, and then clears its throat. SCP-5244-A: Anyways, I should be going now. Good luck with your religion. SCP-5244-A exits the building. SCP-5244 follows it out, and the two continue to walk through a small town outside the church. SCP-5244: Seriously? That's it? You're just going to leave me here too? SCP-5244-A: I already did once before. But don't worry, it could be a lot worse. SCP-5244: What could be worse than being stuck here with no hope of seeing anything other than this hellscape again? SCP-5244-A: I could be stuck here with no hope of escape. SCP-5244: Is that seriously the best you can do? SCP-5244-A: Hey, I said I was sorry. What more do you want? At this point, SCP-5244-A walks into an office building and closes the door behind it. SCP-5244 attempts to follow it, but the door is locked. [END LOG] Three days later, SCP-5244-A was seen by a memetic resistant Foundation staff member in a crowded food court in Vatican City, speaking on the phone to an unknown individual. Civilians in the area did not seem to acknowledge SCP-5244-A's inhuman appearance. A transcript of the call has been recorded below. SCP-5244-A: Yeah, I'm almost done. Just taking a little break before I leave the planet. SCP-5244-A: Of course I stopped by the old church, that was the whole reason I came out here. SCP-5244-A: Yes Mom, I told him I was sorry. SCP-5244-A: You know how I am with apologies. I'm sure he got the message. SCP-5244-A: Alright, see you soon. Following this, SCP-5244-A flew upwards through the ceiling, causing immense damage to the surroundings. SCP-5244-A has not been seen since. Footnotes 1. The active ingredient in chili peppers. 2. Drained of blood. 3. Now known as GoI-667. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5244" by Mooagain , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5244. 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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Only a matter of time till I went back and rewrite this one. Thank you for reading, y'all! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5245 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-5245 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5245 is presently uncontained. Ships scheduled for sailing that fall under the anomaly's criteria are to be intercepted under the guise of damage repair, and their prospective passengers redirected to lower chances of manifestation. Probes have also been dispersed globally in order to monitor its activity. In the event SCP-5245 manifests within proximity of a nearby water vessel, the ship is to be rerouted accordingly. Those aware of the entity's abnormal nature are to be detained and amnesticized. Description: SCP-5245 refers to an iceberg possessing sapience and displaying considerable knowledge regarding modern pop culture and other associated topics. The anomaly is able to both move across the water's surface with ease, and translocate across large bodies of water instantaneously, seemingly lacking a limit to the distance it can travel. Manifestations have been observed primarily targeting high passenger load ships, within which, the following demographic similarities and conditions have been observed: At least 75% of the passengers onboard are active tourists; At least 30% of passengers are currently in a romantic relationship; At least 15% of passengers exhibit a form of thalassophobia,1 and; Either rain or a thunderstorm is already present. Upon SCP-5245's manifestation, it produces a fog from an unknown source which quickly envelops the ship's entirety. It then approaches the vessel while relaying a speech, typically referring to itself as a "deity of the sea" attempting to "reclaim to waves from the hands of humanity." Eventually, SCP-5245 reveals itself when in immediate vicinity of the ship, preventing it from steering away and consequently leading to collision. It immediately dematerializes from the area afterward. SCP-5245 was discovered following numerous news articles associated with a 'mysterious and divine god wreaking havoc upon mankind,' including testimonies from survivors claiming that the anomaly 'acted as a being of higher capacity.' Said reports were expunged and amnestics had been administered accordingly. Addendum.5245.1: Interview Interviewer: D-556287 Interviewee: SCP-5245 Foreword: Included below is an effort to assess more information on the anomaly. A cruise ship favoring SCP-5245's preferences was selected and taken control of by the Foundation, where it would be diverted away from the specimen following the interview. [BEGIN LOG] Extraneous footage removed for brevity. D-556287 approaches the bow of the ship while grasping onto a clipboard. It is currently raining and he is constantly trying to keep balance as he struggles against the intense winds pushing him backward. He breathes heavily as he catches himself before slipping on the ground. Eventually, D-556287 manages to reach the vessel's front, gripping onto the railing and choking violently. D-556287: Oh, fuck me and call me Patricia. Where is this anomaly I'm supposed to speak to? SCP-5245 manifests, as noted by its fog spreading to surround the ship. D-556287 does not take notice at first as he is facing the sea below and catching his breath. The anomaly proceeds to begin its usual monologue. SCP-5245: HUMANS. MORTALS. The entire boat rocks back and forth, causing D-556287 to raise his head and see SCP-5245's silhouette in the distance. D-556287: Took you long enough. SCP-5245: I AM A DEITY OF THE SEA. I HAVE RETURNED TO ENFORCE A MESSAGE I HAVE RELAYED FOR THE PAST FEW MOON CYCLES. I AM HERE TO TAKE REVENGE ON YOUR PEOPLE, REVENGE ON THE WRETCHED ONES, REVENGE ON THOSE WHO HAVE FORSAKEN THE SEAS AND STEAL IT FOR THEMSELVES. D-556287: (Mutters) Ugh, what's with this holy speech? Some sort of Jehovah's witness? The anomaly slowly reveals itself from its fog. SCP-5245: I AM HERE ON BEHALF OF THE SEVEN OCEANS, THE FAUNA AND THE FLORA, THE TIDES AND THE WAVES. I AM HERE TO RECLAIM WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY OURS. YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU MORTALS TEST THE PATIENCE OF GODS LIKE MYSE — D-556287: (Interrupts) Hey, sorry. But can you, like, shut up? Silence. The entity stops and remains in its current position. SCP-5245: AND WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? I CAN SEVER YOUR TONGUE IF I SO CHOOSE. D-556287: Eh, I've been through worse. D-556287 lifts the clipboard to his face as he skims through its contents. D-556287: I'm just here to ask you a few questions, on behalf of the shit show I'm a part of. SCP-5245: WHAT? D-556287: Interview, survey, whatever you call it. Just do me a favor and answer them. I'll be out of your hair after that, alright? I doubt I'm gonna take another trip on the sea since I'm under lock and key, so that's one less "mortal" to worry about. Pause. D-556287: Uh, are you there? SCP-5245: OH… oh… Another pause. SCP-5245: Oh, I did not prepare for this. Wait. D-556287: Huh? Did you just — SCP-5245: God damn, this is my first interview and I don't even look half-decent. This is the worst possible timing, the worst. Ice is off, fog is too foggy, rain is too, uh… rainy. These conditions are horrible. D-556287: Hold the phone. What're you — SCP-5245: Ugh, the camera's gonna be all blurred and it's gonna be some Bigfoot bullshit. I knew I shouldn't play with that gimmick. "But it's a classic gimmick; it brings up the horror factor really well." Yeah, until this fucker decided to show up. D-556287: Okay, calm down — SCP-5245: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. You couldn't have come at a worse time. Um, can you just leave and… come back some other time? I need to clean myself up. D-556287: I literally can't. I'm supposed to interview you. SCP-5245: Eh, whatever. Doesn't matter, I guess. What do you want to know? D-556287: Yeah, let me just… give me a minute. D-556287 reads from the notepad, mumbling to himself. D-556287: So, are you not a god? SCP-5245: I mean, as you can tell, no. D-556287: Figured. Then those speeches were — SCP-5245: Fake, yes. I think we established this already. D-556287 places his elbow on the railing and rests his head. D-556287: And here I thought this was just some religious jackass trying to steer people into a pit. (Mutters) Eh, at least it's something different for once. He stares at the clipboard momentarily. D-556287: So, uh, what's the point of this charade, anyway? If not for "avenging the marines" or some other holy crap like that. SCP-5245: Entertainment. It's fun to crash into ships, you know? D-556287: I… can imagine that but also, that's pretty fucked up. SCP-5245: Well, what else is there to do in the open seas? D-556287 shrugs. D-556287: I don't normally go on cruises so I couldn't tell you. Do you, uh (flips page), "feel any guilt or regret when performing these acts?" SCP-5245: You're seriously asking me that question? D-556287: Ask the fuckers up north. I'm only the messenger here. D-556287 coughs. D-556287: Y'know, I got sent to the pen for slitting some bloke's neck but I had a reason to kill 'em. You're out here slashing whoever. That just sounds tiring, honestly. SCP-5245: Please, you just don't know the thrill of it. Nothing wrong with a lil' homicide. D-556287: Sure, but not when I'm on the ship you're crashing into. SCP-5245: Still, I'm sinking it. (Murmurs) Maybe get featured on film again while I'm at it. D-556287: Featured? As in? SCP-5245: Ever heard of the Titanic? A short period of silence follows. D-556287: Oh, really? SCP-5245: Yeah? D-556287: You sunk the Titanic? SCP-5245: Uh-huh. D-556287: You caused one of the most well-known tragedies on the sea? SCP-5245: Surprised? D-556287 blinks several times before returning his attention to the notepad. D-556287: Somewhat, yeah. SCP-5245: They were talking all about it on the news. Everyone and their mamas knew about it. Couple decades later and they made a whole film about it. Business was booming because of me. Not like I get a cut of the profit, but they did make me pretty handsome in the film. D-556287: Not even bothering to respond to (gestures)… uh, all this. Should probably wrap this up before I'm down under. SCP-5245: Under… the sea? D-556287: No. D-556287 rubs his eyes and yawns before accidentally falling to his knees and groaning. The entity clears its throat. SCP-5245: So, uh, what's with the outfit? Why are you wearing some orange jumpsuit? D-556287: Aesthetic purposes. What's it to you? SCP-5245: You should be glad I bothered to even listen to you, let alone answer your questions. Might as well return the favor. D-556287: Fine, sure. Um… I "work" for a group obsessed with studying folks like you. It's hard to explain but to put it simply, they — D-556287 proceeds to repeatedly sneeze before sniffling clearing his throat. D-556287: …Sorry, uh, yeah. They basically throw whatever weird shit in, keep them, and run a bunch of tests on them. SCP-5245: What, am I some sort of lab rat or something then? D-556287: Uh, no. I'm the lab rat here. They just toss me in and see what happens. Funny how I'm still kicking till now. SCP-5245: Damn, that's sad. D-556287: Heh, it is. SCP-5245: And you're still doing it? D-556287: No other choice. What would I even do? SCP-5245: I mean, you could escape, break out of that hell. D-556287: I'd be dead. SCP-5245: You're going to be dead either way. Does it really matter? D-556287 raises his eyebrow. D-556287: That's rich coming from you. SCP-5245: Fair enough. Pause. SCP-5245: Hey, here's a neat idea. What if I… broke you out? D-556287: Pffft, sure. SCP-5245: No, seriously. I can get you out of this shit hole if you just jump in and head over here. You'll be some sort of fugitive on the run from the feds. That'd be a good plot, yeah? 'Titanic 2: Electric Boogaloo', maybe. D-556287: First of all, I don't know how to paint. Second, I have no reason to trust some talking iceberg who crashes into ships like a drunk toddler. Why would you even bring me? SCP-5245: Because I'm bored. D-556287: Yeah, I figured. SCP-5245: I mean, really bored. I've been through the same shit each time; it gets tiring after a while but I got nothing else worth doing. So hey, I might as well mix it up for once. Maybe get someone else to come along for the ride, if you catch my drift. D-556287 turns behind him. D-556287: Eh, I don't know. I'll probably get shot if I played along with your bullshit. SCP-5245: Better than dying from whatever you've been through from the look of things. D-556287 pauses and taps his foot. He looks behind himself again and sighs. SCP-5245: So? D-556287: Uhhh… D-556287 stares at his clipboard before shrugging and throwing it away. D-556287: Alright, fuck it. You only live once or whatever the saying is. Though, I'm definitely dead the moment I jump into the frozen-as-balls water. Would you mind? SCP-5245: Okay, coward. SCP-5245 steadily shifts closer to the boat. D-556287: Also, don't crash into it. I don't want to hear people screaming in my sleep. SCP-5245: Whatever, I'll spare you that for now. D-556287 ascends onto the railing and swings his body back and forth before leaping off, landing into the sea and quickly climbing onto SCP-5245, shaking. D-556287: (Stuttering) G-God, it's still cold as balls. SCP-5245: Suck it up. You're in a literal thunderstorm. The anomaly briefly lifts into the air and dissipates along with D-556287. Footage has also been terminated without warning. [END LOG] Afterword: Efforts to locate and detain D-556287 are underway. The legitimacy of SCP-5245's claims are also presently being discussed. Addendum.5245.2: Incident Log Foreword: The events below occurred one week following the previous addendum. Footage is taken from a Foundation-manned vessel. [BEGIN LOG] Attached image Captain Beefheart is seen at the far back of the ship gripping onto the railing while staring off into the sea. As it is currently lunch time, the rest of the personnel are eating indoors. Researcher Doris approaches from behind, holding a paper plate of seafood and a red solo cup. Doris: Hey, aren't you going to eat? Beefheart turns to see Doris. Beefheart: Don't feel like it. Not really hungry. Doris tilts her head. Doris: Admiring the beauty of the seas, eh? Beefheart: Yep… Doris: Okay, just be sure to get a bite of something from the buffet. I doubt anyone would want to hear you rambling. You tend to act a little cranky when you're hungry, you know. Beefheart: I'm aware. Doris: Good to know, good to know. I'll be heading off now. Doris proceeds to walk away. Beefheart: Happy travels. A brief moment of silence passes. Beefheart clicks his tongue. Beefheart: Alright, I'm feeling a bit peckish. Beefheart lets go of the railing and begins to head to the cafeteria. Beefheart: (Mutters) Wonder if I'll have some lobster… A shadow starts to form before Beefheart's feet, rapidly increasing in size. He notices it and stares in confusion. Beefheart: The fuck? SCP-5245: HEY. He looks up and his eyes widen in shock. Beefheart: Holy shit. SCP-5245 manifests directly above the vessel and quickly descends. It laughs triumphantly while Beefheart is stuck in position. SCP-5245: MESSAGE FROM MY BRETHREN. HE SAID… "SUCK — Beefheart is visibly shaking before dashing off inside the ship. SCP-5245: MY — The anomaly crashes into the vehicle's back end, causing the other side to lift into the air and fall back, flipping the entire vehicle upside down. Staff can be seen falling into the ocean as water rushes into the vessel's opening, sinking it. SCP-5245: (Clears throat) …dick." Silence follows as the ship continues to drop into the sea. Some personnel are struggling to swim to the surface while others are scrambling to release the emergency rafts. SCP-5245 lets out a sigh of relief. SCP-5245: Man, it's like watching a masterpiece in the making. Allan2 was right; this is the most fun I ever had while sinking boats. Why didn't I think of this? Pause. SCP-5245: Oh, well. I'm sure this'll get the people riled up again, one way or another. The entity gradually rises into the air. SCP-5245: (Chuckles) Watch out world. Allan and I, we're coming for your asses. SCP-5245 disappears. Footage cuts. [END LOG] Afterword: A number of items were discovered during recovery efforts, including a number of photos and postcards depicting D-556287 and SCP-5245 in various locations. How they remain under detection thus far has yet to be determined. Over 200 casualties have been reported from this incident. Containment of SCP-5245 is now considered a top-level priority. Investigation is ongoing. Footnotes 1. Thalassophobia is defined as an irrational fear of the ocean. 2. D-556287's former name was Allan I. Sickle. More From This Author More From This Author winkwonkboi's Works SCPs SCP-4931 (+32) • SCP-7199 (+43) • SCP-7488 (+46) • SCP-7816 (+58) • SCP-7657 (+39) • SCP-3204 (+72) • SCP-8245 (+76) • SCP-7735 (+31) • SCP-6306 (+53) • SCP-2689 (+53) • SCP-6199 (+134) • SCP-8386 (+33) • SCP-8184 (+8) • SCP-7538 (+109) • SCP-7245 (+54) • Tales/GoI Formats Why Jones Marcel Should Be Employee of the Century (+11) • man overboard! (+29) • A Sinking Feeling (+26) • Critter Profile: Miss Cassandra! 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Only a matter of time till I went back and rewrite this one. Thank you for reading, y'all! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5245 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-5245 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5245 is presently uncontained. Ships scheduled for sailing that fall under the anomaly's criteria are to be intercepted under the guise of damage repair, and their prospective passengers redirected to lower chances of manifestation. Probes have also been dispersed globally in order to monitor its activity. In the event SCP-5245 manifests within proximity of a nearby water vessel, the ship is to be rerouted accordingly. Those aware of the entity's abnormal nature are to be detained and amnesticized. Description: SCP-5245 refers to an iceberg possessing sapience and displaying considerable knowledge regarding modern pop culture and other associated topics. The anomaly is able to both move across the water's surface with ease, and translocate across large bodies of water instantaneously, seemingly lacking a limit to the distance it can travel. Manifestations have been observed primarily targeting high passenger load ships, within which, the following demographic similarities and conditions have been observed: At least 75% of the passengers onboard are active tourists; At least 30% of passengers are currently in a romantic relationship; At least 15% of passengers exhibit a form of thalassophobia,1 and; Either rain or a thunderstorm is already present. Upon SCP-5245's manifestation, it produces a fog from an unknown source which quickly envelops the ship's entirety. It then approaches the vessel while relaying a speech, typically referring to itself as a "deity of the sea" attempting to "reclaim to waves from the hands of humanity." Eventually, SCP-5245 reveals itself when in immediate vicinity of the ship, preventing it from steering away and consequently leading to collision. It immediately dematerializes from the area afterward. SCP-5245 was discovered following numerous news articles associated with a 'mysterious and divine god wreaking havoc upon mankind,' including testimonies from survivors claiming that the anomaly 'acted as a being of higher capacity.' Said reports were expunged and amnestics had been administered accordingly. Addendum.5245.1: Interview Interviewer: D-556287 Interviewee: SCP-5245 Foreword: Included below is an effort to assess more information on the anomaly. A cruise ship favoring SCP-5245's preferences was selected and taken control of by the Foundation, where it would be diverted away from the specimen following the interview. [BEGIN LOG] Extraneous footage removed for brevity. D-556287 approaches the bow of the ship while grasping onto a clipboard. It is currently raining and he is constantly trying to keep balance as he struggles against the intense winds pushing him backward. He breathes heavily as he catches himself before slipping on the ground. Eventually, D-556287 manages to reach the vessel's front, gripping onto the railing and choking violently. D-556287: Oh, fuck me and call me Patricia. Where is this anomaly I'm supposed to speak to? SCP-5245 manifests, as noted by its fog spreading to surround the ship. D-556287 does not take notice at first as he is facing the sea below and catching his breath. The anomaly proceeds to begin its usual monologue. SCP-5245: HUMANS. MORTALS. The entire boat rocks back and forth, causing D-556287 to raise his head and see SCP-5245's silhouette in the distance. D-556287: Took you long enough. SCP-5245: I AM A DEITY OF THE SEA. I HAVE RETURNED TO ENFORCE A MESSAGE I HAVE RELAYED FOR THE PAST FEW MOON CYCLES. I AM HERE TO TAKE REVENGE ON YOUR PEOPLE, REVENGE ON THE WRETCHED ONES, REVENGE ON THOSE WHO HAVE FORSAKEN THE SEAS AND STEAL IT FOR THEMSELVES. D-556287: (Mutters) Ugh, what's with this holy speech? Some sort of Jehovah's witness? The anomaly slowly reveals itself from its fog. SCP-5245: I AM HERE ON BEHALF OF THE SEVEN OCEANS, THE FAUNA AND THE FLORA, THE TIDES AND THE WAVES. I AM HERE TO RECLAIM WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY OURS. YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU MORTALS TEST THE PATIENCE OF GODS LIKE MYSE — D-556287: (Interrupts) Hey, sorry. But can you, like, shut up? Silence. The entity stops and remains in its current position. SCP-5245: AND WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? I CAN SEVER YOUR TONGUE IF I SO CHOOSE. D-556287: Eh, I've been through worse. D-556287 lifts the clipboard to his face as he skims through its contents. D-556287: I'm just here to ask you a few questions, on behalf of the shit show I'm a part of. SCP-5245: WHAT? D-556287: Interview, survey, whatever you call it. Just do me a favor and answer them. I'll be out of your hair after that, alright? I doubt I'm gonna take another trip on the sea since I'm under lock and key, so that's one less "mortal" to worry about. Pause. D-556287: Uh, are you there? SCP-5245: OH… oh… Another pause. SCP-5245: Oh, I did not prepare for this. Wait. D-556287: Huh? Did you just — SCP-5245: God damn, this is my first interview and I don't even look half-decent. This is the worst possible timing, the worst. Ice is off, fog is too foggy, rain is too, uh… rainy. These conditions are horrible. D-556287: Hold the phone. What're you — SCP-5245: Ugh, the camera's gonna be all blurred and it's gonna be some Bigfoot bullshit. I knew I shouldn't play with that gimmick. "But it's a classic gimmick; it brings up the horror factor really well." Yeah, until this fucker decided to show up. D-556287: Okay, calm down — SCP-5245: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. You couldn't have come at a worse time. Um, can you just leave and… come back some other time? I need to clean myself up. D-556287: I literally can't. I'm supposed to interview you. SCP-5245: Eh, whatever. Doesn't matter, I guess. What do you want to know? D-556287: Yeah, let me just… give me a minute. D-556287 reads from the notepad, mumbling to himself. D-556287: So, are you not a god? SCP-5245: I mean, as you can tell, no. D-556287: Figured. Then those speeches were — SCP-5245: Fake, yes. I think we established this already. D-556287 places his elbow on the railing and rests his head. D-556287: And here I thought this was just some religious jackass trying to steer people into a pit. (Mutters) Eh, at least it's something different for once. He stares at the clipboard momentarily. D-556287: So, uh, what's the point of this charade, anyway? If not for "avenging the marines" or some other holy crap like that. SCP-5245: Entertainment. It's fun to crash into ships, you know? D-556287: I… can imagine that but also, that's pretty fucked up. SCP-5245: Well, what else is there to do in the open seas? D-556287 shrugs. D-556287: I don't normally go on cruises so I couldn't tell you. Do you, uh (flips page), "feel any guilt or regret when performing these acts?" SCP-5245: You're seriously asking me that question? D-556287: Ask the fuckers up north. I'm only the messenger here. D-556287 coughs. D-556287: Y'know, I got sent to the pen for slitting some bloke's neck but I had a reason to kill 'em. You're out here slashing whoever. That just sounds tiring, honestly. SCP-5245: Please, you just don't know the thrill of it. Nothing wrong with a lil' homicide. D-556287: Sure, but not when I'm on the ship you're crashing into. SCP-5245: Still, I'm sinking it. (Murmurs) Maybe get featured on film again while I'm at it. D-556287: Featured? As in? SCP-5245: Ever heard of the Titanic? A short period of silence follows. D-556287: Oh, really? SCP-5245: Yeah? D-556287: You sunk the Titanic? SCP-5245: Uh-huh. D-556287: You caused one of the most well-known tragedies on the sea? SCP-5245: Surprised? D-556287 blinks several times before returning his attention to the notepad. D-556287: Somewhat, yeah. SCP-5245: They were talking all about it on the news. Everyone and their mamas knew about it. Couple decades later and they made a whole film about it. Business was booming because of me. Not like I get a cut of the profit, but they did make me pretty handsome in the film. D-556287: Not even bothering to respond to (gestures)… uh, all this. Should probably wrap this up before I'm down under. SCP-5245: Under… the sea? D-556287: No. D-556287 rubs his eyes and yawns before accidentally falling to his knees and groaning. The entity clears its throat. SCP-5245: So, uh, what's with the outfit? Why are you wearing some orange jumpsuit? D-556287: Aesthetic purposes. What's it to you? SCP-5245: You should be glad I bothered to even listen to you, let alone answer your questions. Might as well return the favor. D-556287: Fine, sure. Um… I "work" for a group obsessed with studying folks like you. It's hard to explain but to put it simply, they — D-556287 proceeds to repeatedly sneeze before sniffling clearing his throat. D-556287: …Sorry, uh, yeah. They basically throw whatever weird shit in, keep them, and run a bunch of tests on them. SCP-5245: What, am I some sort of lab rat or something then? D-556287: Uh, no. I'm the lab rat here. They just toss me in and see what happens. Funny how I'm still kicking till now. SCP-5245: Damn, that's sad. D-556287: Heh, it is. SCP-5245: And you're still doing it? D-556287: No other choice. What would I even do? SCP-5245: I mean, you could escape, break out of that hell. D-556287: I'd be dead. SCP-5245: You're going to be dead either way. Does it really matter? D-556287 raises his eyebrow. D-556287: That's rich coming from you. SCP-5245: Fair enough. Pause. SCP-5245: Hey, here's a neat idea. What if I… broke you out? D-556287: Pffft, sure. SCP-5245: No, seriously. I can get you out of this shit hole if you just jump in and head over here. You'll be some sort of fugitive on the run from the feds. That'd be a good plot, yeah? 'Titanic 2: Electric Boogaloo', maybe. D-556287: First of all, I don't know how to paint. Second, I have no reason to trust some talking iceberg who crashes into ships like a drunk toddler. Why would you even bring me? SCP-5245: Because I'm bored. D-556287: Yeah, I figured. SCP-5245: I mean, really bored. I've been through the same shit each time; it gets tiring after a while but I got nothing else worth doing. So hey, I might as well mix it up for once. Maybe get someone else to come along for the ride, if you catch my drift. D-556287 turns behind him. D-556287: Eh, I don't know. I'll probably get shot if I played along with your bullshit. SCP-5245: Better than dying from whatever you've been through from the look of things. D-556287 pauses and taps his foot. He looks behind himself again and sighs. SCP-5245: So? D-556287: Uhhh… D-556287 stares at his clipboard before shrugging and throwing it away. D-556287: Alright, fuck it. You only live once or whatever the saying is. Though, I'm definitely dead the moment I jump into the frozen-as-balls water. Would you mind? SCP-5245: Okay, coward. SCP-5245 steadily shifts closer to the boat. D-556287: Also, don't crash into it. I don't want to hear people screaming in my sleep. SCP-5245: Whatever, I'll spare you that for now. D-556287 ascends onto the railing and swings his body back and forth before leaping off, landing into the sea and quickly climbing onto SCP-5245, shaking. D-556287: (Stuttering) G-God, it's still cold as balls. SCP-5245: Suck it up. You're in a literal thunderstorm. The anomaly briefly lifts into the air and dissipates along with D-556287. Footage has also been terminated without warning. [END LOG] Afterword: Efforts to locate and detain D-556287 are underway. The legitimacy of SCP-5245's claims are also presently being discussed. Addendum.5245.2: Incident Log Foreword: The events below occurred one week following the previous addendum. Footage is taken from a Foundation-manned vessel. [BEGIN LOG] Attached image Captain Beefheart is seen at the far back of the ship gripping onto the railing while staring off into the sea. As it is currently lunch time, the rest of the personnel are eating indoors. Researcher Doris approaches from behind, holding a paper plate of seafood and a red solo cup. Doris: Hey, aren't you going to eat? Beefheart turns to see Doris. Beefheart: Don't feel like it. Not really hungry. Doris tilts her head. Doris: Admiring the beauty of the seas, eh? Beefheart: Yep… Doris: Okay, just be sure to get a bite of something from the buffet. I doubt anyone would want to hear you rambling. You tend to act a little cranky when you're hungry, you know. Beefheart: I'm aware. Doris: Good to know, good to know. I'll be heading off now. Doris proceeds to walk away. Beefheart: Happy travels. A brief moment of silence passes. Beefheart clicks his tongue. Beefheart: Alright, I'm feeling a bit peckish. Beefheart lets go of the railing and begins to head to the cafeteria. Beefheart: (Mutters) Wonder if I'll have some lobster… A shadow starts to form before Beefheart's feet, rapidly increasing in size. He notices it and stares in confusion. Beefheart: The fuck? SCP-5245: HEY. He looks up and his eyes widen in shock. Beefheart: Holy shit. SCP-5245 manifests directly above the vessel and quickly descends. It laughs triumphantly while Beefheart is stuck in position. SCP-5245: MESSAGE FROM MY BRETHREN. HE SAID… "SUCK — Beefheart is visibly shaking before dashing off inside the ship. SCP-5245: MY — The anomaly crashes into the vehicle's back end, causing the other side to lift into the air and fall back, flipping the entire vehicle upside down. Staff can be seen falling into the ocean as water rushes into the vessel's opening, sinking it. SCP-5245: (Clears throat) …dick." Silence follows as the ship continues to drop into the sea. Some personnel are struggling to swim to the surface while others are scrambling to release the emergency rafts. SCP-5245 lets out a sigh of relief. SCP-5245: Man, it's like watching a masterpiece in the making. Allan2 was right; this is the most fun I ever had while sinking boats. Why didn't I think of this? Pause. SCP-5245: Oh, well. I'm sure this'll get the people riled up again, one way or another. The entity gradually rises into the air. SCP-5245: (Chuckles) Watch out world. Allan and I, we're coming for your asses. SCP-5245 disappears. Footage cuts. [END LOG] Afterword: A number of items were discovered during recovery efforts, including a number of photos and postcards depicting D-556287 and SCP-5245 in various locations. How they remain under detection thus far has yet to be determined. Over 200 casualties have been reported from this incident. Containment of SCP-5245 is now considered a top-level priority. Investigation is ongoing. Footnotes 1. Thalassophobia is defined as an irrational fear of the ocean. 2. D-556287's former name was Allan I. Sickle. More From This Author More From This Author winkwonkboi's Works SCPs SCP-4931 (+32) • SCP-7199 (+43) • SCP-7488 (+46) • SCP-7816 (+58) • SCP-7657 (+39) • SCP-3204 (+72) • SCP-8245 (+76) • SCP-7735 (+31) • SCP-6306 (+53) • SCP-2689 (+53) • SCP-6199 (+134) • SCP-8386 (+33) • SCP-8184 (+8) • SCP-7538 (+109) • SCP-7245 (+54) • Tales/GoI Formats Why Jones Marcel Should Be Employee of the Century (+11) • man overboard! (+29) • A Sinking Feeling (+26) • Critter Profile: Miss Cassandra! 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Item #: SCP-5246 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5246 is to be stored in its designated location in the Site-107 kitchen. Use of SCP-5246 by staff is permitted. Staff must clean SCP-5246 after use to prevent damage upon reuse. Description: SCP-5246 is a cast iron rice pot and lid. When placed on a lit stove or fire for approximately 10 minutes, various varieties of cooked white rice manifests in the empty space inside SCP-5246. According to PoI-5246-1, other rice based foods may manifest in SCP-5246 under certain conditions. Food Conditions Notes Sinangag1 Occurs when SCP-5246 is activated from 6:00 AM to 11:00 AM local time. Confirmed Suman2 Occurs when SCP-5246 is activated between 2:00 PM to 3:00 PM local time. Confirmed Lugaw3 Occurs when a sick individual is nearby SCP-5246 when activated. Confirmed when Agent Santos used SCP-5246 while having a slight fever. Arroz Caldo4 Occurs during Christmas Day. Unconfirmed Champorado5 Unknown Unconfirmed Paella6 Unknown Not listed by PoI-5246-1. Occurred once in Foundation custody but was unable to be replicated. Discovery: SCP-5246 was discovered when a policeman stationed in Barangay █████████, Quezon City, bragged about owning the object, which he took from a house during a drug raid. Foundation agents embedded in local governance were able to confirm the object’s effects, retrieve the object, and issue amnestics to the police officers involved. Foundation personnel looked into the records of the police station and were able to identify the target of the drug raid, hereby a person of interest designated as PoI-5246-1. Addendum 5246-1: Interview Transcript with PoI-5246-1 Interviewed: PoI-5246-1 Interviewer: Junior Researcher Dizon Foreword: Junior Researcher Dizon conducted this interview in PoI-5246-1's residence. Dizon poses as a police auditor. <Begin Log> Dizon: Greetings Father Pedro. I am Detective Dizon. My department found the police operation at your residence suspicious, and have sent me to interview you for your side of the story. PoI-5246-1: Welcome, detective. Sorry about the mess, I haven't gone around to clean up after the raid. I'm glad to know my word will still be considered. Dizon: All part of the job. Now, we did a light background check on you. Clean record before this incident, priest of this barangay7 for around 40 years, also manages a food drive here. Is this correct? PoI-5246-1: Yes, all of what you said is true. I have my suspicions on why the police targeted me. Dizon: Go on. PoI-5246-1: There is this political family called the De Penas. One of their sons is running for office. They asked for my endorsement, but I declined; I wasn't comfortable giving them my endorsement. I have received multiple texts threatening me from random numbers since then, but the police won't do anything about it, since "it's from unknown numbers, we can't do anything about it". Dizon: I'll keep track on them. Did any of the texts give a warning about the raid? PoI-5246-1: None. It was sudden. I heard knocks on my door that night, thinking it was another kid who wanted some food or someone to talk to. Suddenly four policemen were barging into my house, saying that they received a tip that I store drugs here. I asked for a warrant but they said they didn't need one. [Slight pause] PoI-5246-1: Their leader sat down in front of me said I can choose to give up some of my possessions or go to jail. I didn't want to go to prison. I chose the former. Dizon: Were you able to remember any of their names? PoI-5246-1: One of them was named Joey. Overhead them saying it. But they wouldn't tell me their names otherwise. Dizon: Joey, got it. What did they take from you? PoI-5246-1: They stole some money I had lying around, some jewelry, and the dinner I was cooking. They left right after. Dizon: Dinner? Wow, that's harsh. Were you able to eat after? PoI-5246-1: [Laughs] Thank you for your concern. I had canned food that night. Dizon: I see. What's the most valuable thing that they stole? PoI-5246-1: One of the jade gemstones that were gifted to me by one of my parishioners when she was going to move to the States. Dizon: That's unfortunate. Right. So, this may seem like a strange question - PoI-5246-1: I've lived many years, I've heard it all, ask away. Dizon: The rice pot you owned, are you aware of it's effects? PoI-5246-1: My…my rice pot? Effects? You mean like, how it cooks rice? Dizon: Yes, it does. Curiously, even if you don't put rice inside it. One of the police officers who were here, posted a video about the rice pot. Dizon shows a time-lapse video of SCP-5246. Video was taken when SCP-5246 was in Foundation custody PoI-5246-1: A miracle! That pot is! Dizon: Did you know about this? PoI-5246-1: I…I did not. Dizon: Listen, Father. I understand how much value this object has. I personally think your food drive uses it, and I find it very noble. I want you to trust me, and in return I will make sure it makes its way back to you. I need to know about the rice pot. PoI-5246-1: I…I understand. I did know about it, and I have been using it to help the people here. Dizon: Who else knows about it? PoI-5246-1: I have not told anyone besides the Lord. I keep it hidden from visitors. Dizon: What can it do? PoI-5246-1: It, it has a lot of blessings. I'll tell you what I remember. [Details removed from transcript; see Description for effects] Dizon: That's a lot, especially arroz caldo during Christmas! The people must love you for that. PoI-5246-1: Yes yes, a lot of people come during Christmas for that. Dizon: That's good to hear. One, final question, where did it come from? PoI-5246-1: During Typhoon Ondoy8, I took a mother and her child in as they had nowhere to go. My house was partially destroyed, but what other help could they receive? Luckily I found the pot floating among the debris, so I took it, rinsed it, and tried to cook two cups of rice for them. Not a lot, but that was all I had. By the grace of God, the miracle of fish and loaves happened again! The pot was full of rice! Dizon: Did they notice? PoI-5246-1: They haven't. Would you be able to return it? I desperately need it for the food drive. Money has never been enough for it. The pot was keeping it alive. Dizon: I'll try my best. I'll report what I know, and I'll try to get the pot back to you. Don't worry about the effects, I'll keep that secret safe with me. PoI-5246-1: Thank you, detective. The Lord's blessings upon you. <End Log> Closing Statement: PoI-5246-1 was administered amnestics by Junior Researcher Dizon. Addendum 5246-2: Revisions to Containment Procedures Show Proposed Revision to Containment Procedures Hide Proposed Revision to Containment Procedures Proposed Revision of Containment Procedures: PoI-5246-1 is to be given possession of SCP-5246. Foundation personnel will pose as dwellers in Barangay █████████ to offer protection to SCP-5246 and by extension PoI-5246-1. PoI-5246-1 may use SCP-5246 on the condition that non-Foundation personnel may not observe nor know about SCP-5246. Reason: PoI-5246-1 is a benefactor of Barangay █████████. Most of his help came from SCP-5246 by giving food to the people there. Given the fact that he lost his means to do that, as well as the fabricated drug bust against him, his life is in a significantly lower spot than before. Giving SCP-5246 back to him will restore his life, and the people’s faith in him. Proposed by Junior Researcher Dizon Response to Proposed Revision of Containment Procedures: Denied. SCP-5246 is simple enough to be contained with the current procedures. Charity work is not and should not be part of this. - Researcher Inigo Addendum 5246-2.1: Revision Appeal Appeal to Revision: On the contrary, SCP-5246 gave us something that is useful to all our staff members. Given the fact that the cafeteria keeps SCP-5246 running almost all the time, we could save a portion of the rice and give it to PoI-5246-1. I know that the Foundation can be cold, but taking a priest's method to feed the ones around him is cruel. We're not cruel, right? We should at least use SCP-5246 to help the priest's food drive at least, considering that it's unlikely we give back SCP-5246, and because their community has grown dependent on it. Submitted by Junior Researcher Dizon Denied. Same Reason. - Researcher Inigo Hide Proposed Revision to Containment Procedures Addendum 5246-3: Incident 5246.A Show Incident 5246.A Hide Incident 5246.A On 10/12/2016, Site Director Dr. Cornez discovered Junior Researcher Dizon standing over a dropped rucksack filled with rice. Noting the behavior, Dr. Cornez interrogated Dizon. Interviewed: Researcher Dizon Interviewer: Site-107 Director Dr. Hipolito Cornez Foreword: Taken near Site-107 entrance, audio transcribed from Dr. Cornez's camera. <Begin Log> Cornez: Dizon, please explain the bag of rice. Dizon: It's for PoI-5246-1. Cornez: He's hungry? Dizon: Not him, no. His constituents. Since the Foundation wouldn't help him, I thought I'd just take the rice no one would eat and bring it to him so he can continue his food drive. Cornez: Really? The Foundation won't help? What makes you say that? Dizon: The containment procedures for SCP-5246, I tried revising them. Researcher Inigo denied them. So I just kept doing this every week or so. Cornez: Inigo. Yes. I do remember her mentioning something like that. Not familiar though, SCP-5246 is Safe right? I usually only check the more dangerous ones. Dizon: Yes. SCP-5246 is Safe. Cornez: Explain to me what's the revision. Dizon: SCP-5246 was PoI-5246-1's source of food for his community. We took SCP-5246. PoI-5246-1's constituents are now hungry. We use their food source, we should at least give back. Cornez: Inigo denied because it's work for an object already in adequate containment? Dizon: Yes. Cornez: Inigo, Inigo, always a sticker to the rules, is she? Well, I know how much rice that thing can make. Perhaps I can arrange something. And Dizon, please clean up this mess. Dizon: Yes. I'll get to that. Cornez: Carrying rice in a backpack? Really? In any case, I'll do something for PoI-5246-1 so you don't have to lug all of this around every week. Dizon: Thank you. <End Log> On 12/12/2016, a meeting regarding SCP-5246's containment procedures took place. Present: Site-107 Director Hipolito Cornez, Researcher Inigo, Junior Researcher Dizon. <Begin Log> Cornez: So, SCP-5246's containment procedures, care to refresh, Dizon? Dizon: Will do. SCP-5246 can stay in this site's kitchen, staff can use it to make food, and we have to keep it clean. That would be it. Cornez: And you wanted it changed to something else? Dizon: Yes, so it still gives back to PoI-5246. Inigo: We're still having this? The current procedures are enough. Dizon: Enough, but is it right? Cornez: Calm down Dizon. Care to elaborate? Dizon: Barangay █████████ had SCP-5246 since 2009, since Ondoy, and it's PoI-5246-1 who's been using it to help the barangay. We've taken it from him, and now he's in a worse off position, as well as his parishioners. Inigo: Clarification, it was the police which took SCP-5246 from PoI-5246-1. Dizon: But we have it, don't we? Cornez: Enough. It's true that we do have SCP-5246. And it's true that SCP-5246 did good for its community. It's also true that it's currently with us. I do hope you understand why we can't give it back to PoI-5246-1, right Dizon? Dizon: Yes. That I understand. Inigo made that very clear. Cornez: Good, we're on the same page. Now in your appeal, you mentioned storing the extra rice from SCP-5246 and giving it to PoI-5246-1. That was denied as well, but you ended up doing that in your own time. Dizon: Well, it wasn't against any procedures. Inigo: It's very suspicious giving rice in a bag. Cornez: It's a wonder no one reported you for that. Besides, how would PoI-5246-1 even store it? Never mind that though, that solution is quite ridiculous. Dizon: Then, hmm, wait. Site Director Cornez, you do have the finances of Site-107, correct? Cornez: Yes, I do. Dizon: May you check the costs for food before and after we took in SCP-5246? We could donate some of the savings if there is any. Inigo: I'd like to say, those savings can and should be used for funding other containment procedures. Cornez: Perhaps, but that's a good point you give there Dizon. Inigo, don't you think helping out the locals would be a great morale boost for Site-107? Inigo: I agree, but the opportunity cost - Cornez: Don't worry about that Inigo, I'm sure having a charity program will give rise to a lot of possibilities for us. Dizon, Inigo, you may leave. I'm going to speak with the rest of 107's administration. Alright. There will be times we'll need to contain SCPs that do good for the people who originally have the objects. Of course, it's our duty to contain these anomalies, but I believe first and foremost it's to help humanity. I understand we will need to hurt some people to keep others safe. There's no denying that. But if we're able to use some of the objects to help others, even indirectly, that's a good thing. I've contacted other Site Directors about this and hopefully we'll be able to think of a program to do this, but it's good to start locally. As you know, SCP-5246 is a hit in Site 107, especially since most of us eat rice all the time. So much so, I've checked the finances and it saved us a sizable amount of money. So with that, we'll be using part of those savings to help the locals regarding food. Small efforts such as cash donations, or donations through some of our shell companies. It's indirect, but it will help. There may be ways other SCPs can help the Foundation by reducing our costs. If there is, please send me a message. Signed, Site-107 Director Dr. Hipolito Cornez Hide Incident 5246.A Footnotes 1. Garlic fried rice 2. Coconut rice cake 3. Rice porridge 4. Heavily infused rice porridge with more flavor than lugaw 5. Chocolate rice porridge 6. Rice meal seasoned with saffron, with combinations of vegetables, meat, and/or seafood 7. Smallest administrative division in the Philippines 8. Known internationally as the 2009 Typhoon Ketsana ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5246" by sasarpillsa, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5246. 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-5247 Special Containment Procedures: All media coverage of SCP-5247 is to be suppressed or discredited. All witnesses of SCP-5247 events are to be amnesticized. The area in which SCP-5247 currently resides has been sequestered from the rest of Normandy Isles, Florida. Entry into the civilian household in which SCP-5247 currently resides is prohibited. Efforts are to be made to relocate SCP-5247's current vector. Description: SCP-5247 refers to the formation of wind columns near Wellington, Florida. These columns create sounds that are similar to music produced by an ocarina.1 Estimated wind speed ranges from a minimum of 132 kilometers per hour2 to 274 kilometers per hour.3 SCP-5247 is spontaneous in nature, and the method through which it is produced remains unknown. Addendum-5247: Discovery SCP-5247 was initially discovered in Palm Beach Community College, Lake Worth, Florida after it sufficiently damaged the window structures as to blow them open. VIDEO LOG DATE: 4/21/2014 NOTE: The following recording was obtained via a CCTV camera installed in the classroom. [BEGIN LOG] 11:24: The students arrive and take their seats. The professor enters shortly after and begins the lecture. 11:44: A wind strikes the windows, shaking them. The wind loses speed for several minutes. 11:49: The wind blows again, stronger, snapping the window's locks off and blowing them inwards, startling everyone in the classroom. The wind centralizes itself around student Amy Wyneer, blowing her hair with enough force to untie it. Despite the intensity of the winds, Amy remains unharmed, and the winds do not affect the other students. The first recorded instance of SCP-5247's "music" can be heard. Moments later, rose petals arc through the window in a cylindrical pattern and scatter around Amy, landing on her, the carpet, and on her desk. A soft clinking sound can be heard. SCP-5247 disappears and the winds cease. 11:53: Amy picks through the rose petals and finds a ring. She wipes her eye and sniffles. She clenches her hand on the ring, quickly places her materials in her backpack and excuses herself from the classroom. [END LOG] An audio sample of SCP-5247's music has been appended below. All background noise has been edited out. Addendum-5247-2: SCP-5247 has been spotted in Lake Worth National Park, Florida. Video transcript added below. VIDEO LOG DATE: 3/21/2015 NOTE: Video footage is taken from CCTV cameras installed in public park. [BEGIN LOG] 14:27: Amy Wyneer is seen stepping into view from the side. She meets William Greggs and greets him with an embrace. They sit down on a bench nearby and begin talking. 14:34: Partway through the conversation, Greggs gestures to a ring on her finger. She shakes her head and speaks, gesturing to the ring. She looks to the ground, stroking it. Greggs put a hand on her shoulder. She looks to him and smiles. She places a hand over his. The wind begins blowing. They continue talking. 14:37: Wyneer begins weeping and Greggs comforts her. The wind gains speed. She leans over and sobs on Greggs' shoulder. The wind pushes Greggs to the ground. A harsh whistling can be heard. Wyneers leaps from the bench and yells at SCP-5247. She forcefully removes the ring from her finger and throws it into the grass. SCP-5247's winds gradually slow before ceasing. Wyneer helps Greggs off the ground and they embrace. [END LOG] Addendum-5247-3: SCP-5247 activities ceased on March 21st, 2015, before resuming on February 14th, 2019. Despite this period of silence, SCP-5247 is presumed to have followed Amy Wyneer for the next four years. Video log added below. VIDEO LOG DATE: 2/14/2019 NOTE: The following video footage was obtained via CCTV cameras in the restaurant Sushi Ray, Boca Raton, Florida. [BEGIN LOG] 19:24: The restaurant is filled to near capacity with patrons. Amy Wyneer arrives with civilian male, William Greggs. The hostess seats them at a table near the entrance and they order their meals and drinks. 19:42: Their meals arrive and they begin eating. 19:54: They finish their meal. 20:14: Most of the patrons have left. Greggs retrieves a small black ring box from his coat and opens it, presenting a diamond ring. Amy gasps, smiles, then begins sobbing. She slowly reaches for it. 20:15: The front windows shatter inwards and SCP-5247's high speed winds topple decorations, furniture, utensils and dishes to the ground. They blow the box from Greggs' hand and knock him to the ground. As he struggles to get back up, SCP-5247 rapidly moves to the chandelier above him and rattles it, pulling it free from the ceiling. 20:16: Wyneer gets up and pushes Greggs out of the way, with the chandelier landing on her instead. This results in her death. A loud, lingering screech can be heard. SCP-5247 rapidly loses wind speed and dissipates. [END LOG] Closing Statement: As of Addendum-5247-3, all SCP-5247 activities have once again ceased completely. Addendum-5247-4: After the events of Addendum-5247-3, Foundation personnel were deployed to assist in cleanup efforts as well as to amnesticize witnesses of the event. However, moments before they could arrive at the restaurant, SCP-5247 re-appeared, scattered debris and retrieved Amy Wyneer's body, lifting it with high-speed winds. From there, witnesses across Wellington, Florida reported hearing SCP-5247's music as it transported Amy Wyneer's body to its current location. The new song is previously unheard. Audio file has been added below. It brought the corpse to a house addressed under 8787, Forward March Drive and carried the body inside. All attempts at entering the house have resulted in aggressive responses from SCP-5247. Further investigation reveals that the house was once under the co-ownership of Amy Wyneer and musician Charles Wyneer. Footnotes 1. A woodwind instrument with a mouthpiece that extends from the body and four to twelve finger holes. 2. Approximately the speed of a Category 1 hurricane. 3. Approximately the speed of a Category 5 hurricane.
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SCP-5248 Byㅤ basirskipreader Published on 23 Apr 2021 10:10 by basirskipreader 7 SCP-5248 Item #: SCP-5248 Special Containment Procedures: The area around SCP-5248 has been purchased and all houses demolished under Cover Story Phi-6 ("Construction Site") to prevent interaction with SCP-5248. Citizens found approaching SCP-5248 are to be removed from the premises. SCP-5248 is not to be in the vicinity of any devices capable of connecting to the Internet. Description: SCP-5248 is composed of two anomalies, SCP-5248-A and SCP-5248-B. SCP-5248-A is a CRT monitor with a spinning logo of Prometheus Labs on the screen. Under the logo is the words "Uploading to WAN…". When in close proximity to a device able to connect to the Internet, SCP-5248-A will attempt to do so; it will then use the device as a proxy to connect to a server with the name wanparadise.com. SCP-5248-B is a corpse in a cross-legged pose connected to SCP-5248-A through a wire constructed from an indeterminate material. At the base of SCP-5248-B's neck is a PS/2 port. It is currently unknown how SCP-5248 remains alive despite signs of severe malnutrition. Discovery: After the Foundation acquisition of Sangkatauhan Para sa Pangkaraniwang Katauhan (SPK).The Sangkatauhan Para sa Pangkaraniwang Katauhan (lit. Society For Humanity's Normalcy) was a society created by University of the Philippines (UP) students during the Marcos era to protect normalcy, as the Marcos regime was using anomalies to enforce Martial Law. After the end of Martial Law, UP officials subsumed the SPK into their structure. However, on 2001, with the heavy support of Bill Clinton, Gloria Macapagal Arroyo signed the Foundation-Normalcy Keeping Agencies Agreement, promising to merge all normalcy keeping agencies under the Foundation by 2010. Today, the former base of the SPK is now known as Site-901. in 2003, a suspended case file by Among Justin about SCP-5248 was found and reopened for investigation. Investigation was slow due to missing information and lack of investigation done by the SPK themselves. However, when local news reports around the area of SCP-5248 reported the smell of corpses and trash emanating from the building SCP-5248 was purported to be located in, Foundation agents were immediately sent to investigate SCP-5248. Although SCP-5248 was located in the center of the house, the piles of rotten cans of food, dirty bottles of water, and salvaged computer parts made it hard to reach SCP-5248. Current procedures were then formulated and enacted. Interview with SCP-5248-B: On 2021/03/23, Researcher Jun organized an interview with SCP-5248-B through a terminal connected to the port of SCP-5248-B. Interviewed: SCP-5248-B Interviewer: Researcher Jun. Prologue: Interview was done through a terminal. With permission from Site-901 Director Damaso, Researcher Jun was permitted to use his expertise in Maxwellist religion to form a connection with SCP-5248-B. <Begin Log> ??? Hello, SCP-5248-B. I'm Jun. hello. Let's start with the basics. Name? Age? [NULL CHARACTER DETECTED], 13 Okay… Do you have any acquaintances? Parents? Grandparents? Friends? no parents. only friends. friends helpful. No parents? Where did they go? WAN. HIS paradise..WAN's Paradise, accessible through the address wansparadise.com, was a website where Maxwellists can upload their consciousness to interact with each other. After financial troubles due to the Dot Com Bubble bursting in the 2000s, it shut down, but not before offering its members a premium to transfer over to Cipher City friends told me. If they're in WAN's Paradise, aren't you supposed to be there? What are you doing here? waiting. WAN's call. The invitation to WAN's Paradise? yes. WAN's call. And how long have you been waiting for? [INTEGER OVERFLOW ERROR] You've been waiting for that long? Damn, you're missing out on WAN's Paradise! missing out? It's a fun place to be in! The scenery's nice, the churches always filled with people, and overall a tight-knit community. We know each other by heart, hell some of us are still connected with each other. :OOO hows food there? The food there's pretty nice. Filling and nutritious too. Hell, sometimes we just cook up food we like out of thin air for our potlucks. Just the community sharing their food while we pray to WAN (º ﹃ º ) havent eaten in a while… hows drinks there? Oh the drinks! How can I forget them! They're really freaking delicious, you know! Just do some work, and you get free drinks to sip while you bask under the sun. Sometimes, you can even swim in the pool, if it's not occupied. pls gib moar stories. parents used to give me stories. Haha, I can tell you more about my stories in WAN's Paradise, that's for sure. There's this thing we'd use to do where we ask one of the staff to make a street full of cars and we play patintero in in. I even missed class most of the time because of those games. never had time for games… busy getting money :( Money's not a problem there either, just play some mini-games and you can have a lot of money instantly. Hell, sometimes you can just hack the game itself to give you infinite money. unli money, unli food, unli drinks, lot of friends…. pls invite next time, sounds fun… :( Haha, you sure are right. It was a fun place, that's for sure. Wish I can visit it again. WAN's Paradise gone??? Sadly, yeah. Well, not really— b-but WAN will come???? i just need to wait??? but… WAN gone???? i-i need time. bye. <End Log> Epilogue: Attempts to reestablish a connection to SCP-5248-B are underway. Reconnection With SCP-5248-B: On 2021/12/27, Researcher Jun was able to communicate to SCP-5248-B despite previous attempts failing. A log of the conversation is recorded below. Interviewed: SCP-5248-B Interviewer: Reearcher Jun. Prologue: Conversation was done through terminal. <Begin Log> Oh, nice! You're chatting again! What I meant was— parents… gone…. Oh… about that… friends… gone… My condolences, SCP-5248-B. what year is it? 2021 25… years… I'm sure they're with WAN right now. rlly? Yes. They're currently with WAN. then… pls help me. Pardon? pls help me reach WAN. Oh… Unfortunately, I am unable to. pls help me. wanna see WAN, parents, friends. It is out of my control whether you reach WAN, SCP-5248-B. but… I'm sorry, SCP-5248-B. The best I can do is to be here with you. y. y cant send me over to WAN. I can't do it, SCP-5248-B. It's impossible to send someone over to WAN. lie. u been to WAN's Paradise. Yes, but that doesn't mean that I can send you to WAN. parents are with WAN. friends are with WAN. pls send me to WAN. Again, SCP-5248-B, I can't do that. I would gladly help you reach WAN, but I really can't. pls. parents are with WAN. friends are with WAN. send me to WAN. SCP-5248-B, I'm going to be honest here, but I wouldn't be able to send you over to WAN. Only those who were chosen by WAN can send you. lie. u were in WAN's Paradise, therefore u were chosen by WAN. pls send me to WAN. No, no, no, that's not how it works SCP-5248-B. That's not how any of this works. I can't physically or digitally send you to WAN because I can't. lie. u were in WAN's Paradise, therefore u were chosen by WAN, therefore u can send me to WAN. pls send me to WAN. I know you're in pain right now, SCP-5248-B, but you need to accept that your friends and family are gone now. Please, let your memories of your family rest. Remember the good times you had with them and cherish them. Cherish your memories of them like how WAN cherished his followers send. me. to. WAN. pls. i need it. SCP-5248-B, I can see you are grieving. I'd suggest you take a break from conversing with me and gather your thoughts and feelings. Condolences to your friends and family, and may we see each other soon, SCP-5248-B. If you need help, I'll be around. Goodbye. wait no pls dont leave me alone pls pls pls i dont wanna be alone pls just send me to wan pls no no no no no no <End Log> Addendum (2022/03/21): On 2022/03/21, when Researcher Jun approached SCP-5248 for routine inspection, the terminal used to communicate to SCP-5248-B displayed this message: pls pls pls let me goto wan help me goto wan pls its lonely in here. Further attempts by Researcher Jun to communicate with SCP-5248-B only results in this message appearing. Personnel other than Researcher Jun that attempt to communicate with it are met with a blank screen. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5248" by basirskipreader, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5248. 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 89.83% (+150) 10.17% (-17) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item#: 5249 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Andrew O'Malley Special Containment Procedures Foundation covert agents are to maintain the guise that SCP-5249 is a public performance. Due to the nature of its anomalous effects, no further containment protocols are necessary. Foundation surveillance has confirmed that Andrew O'Malley is only anomalous one day each year for approximately three minutes. As such, his detainment has been deemed unnecessary. Description SCP-5249 is a phenomenon surrounding Andrew O'Malley.A street performer in Rutherford, New Jersey who is regarded in high esteem due to the skill he demonstrates when playing the guitar.. Every year on January 3rd, O'Malley exits his home and proceeds to Lincoln Park, wherein he will sit on the park bench closest to the amphitheater and play a song. O'Malley is capable of manipulating trace amounts of his local Humes while playing.According to O'Malley's testimony as well as Foundation observation, this manipulation is purely subconscious. He cannot manipulate reality outside of the circumstances that cause SCP-5249-1 to manifest.. The song, titled 'Kai', is presumably a unique composition that was written by O'Malley. Physical and verbal interaction with O'Malley is impossible for the duration of this song due to his relatively low Hume levels compared to his surroundings. At the conclusion of the song, an apparition in the form of a human infant, designated SCP-5249-1, will manifest, typically in O'Malley's lap. SCP-5249-1 remains corporeal for approximately one hour before demanifesting, at which point O'Malley will return to his normal routine. Discovery SCP-5249 did not come to the Foundation's attention until 2021. A spike in local Hume levels in the Colombia Memorial Hospital located in Hudson, New York, warranted an investigation. Upon discovering the source of the spike, Andrew O'Malley was surveyed over the course of three years in order to determine the full extent of his anomalous abilities. 2021 observation O'Malley performs his composition. There is a woman present who accompanies the song with vocals. Both appear greatly distressed. Song concludes. SCP-5249-1 manifests. O'Malley appears to express elation. The woman, later confirmed to be his wife, Julia, expresses greater distress. Judging by the body language he uses, O'Malley argues with the woman. SCP-5249-1 experiences distress until demanifesting. O'Malley and the woman cease arguing and embrace. 2022 observation O'Malley performs his composition. Woman is present, but does not sing. She appears pregnant. Song concludes. SCP-5249-1 manifests. O'Malley and the woman embrace it briefly. The woman backs away, leaving O'Malley to hold SCP-5249-1 alone. O'Malley attempts to converse with the woman but is unsuccessful. The woman leaves. O'Malley experiences emotional distress. SCP-5249-1 laughs and tries to grab his shirt. SCP-5249-1 demanifests. 2023 observation O'Malley performs his composition. The woman is absent. Song concludes. SCP-5249-1 manifests. Judging by it shifting its attention between O'Malley and the environment, the entity is confused. SCP-5249-1 begins crying. O'Malley cries. SCP-5249-1 demanifests. Lyrics Foundation Researcher Umar Hadid was able to converse with O'Malley during an SCP-5249-1 manifestation. O'Malley refused to answer any questions regarding SCP-5249-1 and instead offered him a sheet of music. After being screened for cognitohazardous elements, the note was deemed safe to include in this document. Oh Kai, my sweet child You never knew the world. You were barely a child when you were taken from me. And now I'm here alone. Oh my child. Oh my child. How I would have loved to hear you laugh. Following this incident, O'Malley ceased performing for approximately two years, temporarily neutralizing SCP-5249 and SCP-5249-1. He began performing again in 2025. At his next performance, he was seen accompanied by his wife and a female child approximately 18 months of age. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5249" by Marceline_Raynes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5249. 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: guitar_hands.png Name: Young musician playing guitar Author: Marco Verch Professional Photographer License: CC-BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/30478819@N08/24605322738
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Act I: The Lake South, the Deer North - Popsioak ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Recipe Number: SCP-5250 Ease of Preparation: Keter Safe You think of this photo as such a nice place to chow down on a big bowl of SCP-5250. Even the deer's left some tracks, so you can tell where you shouldn't be going or looking. Special Cooking Procedures: Growing up in rural Michigan, nothing blocked out the cold like a big bowl of your Mama's special SCP-5250. Now, you know some people would say there are a thousand and one ways to make SCP-5250, but they'd be worse off than the deer trapped beneath the ice. You sigh, as you've forgotten how to cook it. It's been so long. Thankfully, you've got the recipe right here! How convenient. One lake in rural Michigan. One five-meter tall security fence. Two armed guards.1 A dash of sound dampening equipment. How did you forget? It's a pretty simple recipe all in all. Now, you recall, there's just a couple of things to avoid when making this. You are never, ever to step on the ice. No matter what that silly deer is doing, don't try and help him. He'll be fine. If you're not sharing a recipe, don't share anything! That crazy old deer will hear you. No writing, unless it's a recipe. If he can't read the document, you know he can't get out. Only use the second person. No first-person, no passive voice, no third person. Description: To cook a splendid dish like SCP-5250, you first take the lake by the cabin as a base. Add in an unceasing appetite, the lake's edges opening up like the gaping jaws of a deepsea fish. Crack open two sheets of ice, by accidentally tossing a spoon onto it. Remember not to stare deep, deep down into its depths, because what is in there is not human, no matter how much it may cry. You are not to fall down into its hole. You are not to look down there. You are not to feed it with what tapestry of yourself you have weaved in your mind. Apply three pints of a taste that appears similar to what you used to feel when you swallowed five chili peppers whole. The fire within almost calls, reaches out to you. The heat and warmth make you feel more comfortable. You will need heavy amounts of seasoning with its umami flavor — it's not as if it can understand taste, eating, or anything of remotely related to it. It is safe, whatever it is — it is most certainly not a lake, you frown. Being one would've been… beneficial, you think, as the water would help with the sheer amount of spice you add in, which even the most resilient chef would scoff at. What a silly deer, you laugh. What it did with who it took is still unknown to you. But the dish is still missing something, you think. It'd be hard for you to think of exactly what, seeing as you're quite… poor in the culinary department. Add in the deer for a bit of a zesty kick. Taste it, just to ensure you've added enough salt. The taste is a familiar one. It reminds you of the woods behind your house. Where you used to go and creep amongst the bushes and trees, and pretend that you were a hunter on the prowl. It is strange being on the other side of that now, to be the one breathing silently, eyes in the back of your head. Silly deer, you think, so concerned about the exact location of whoever talks about it. Toss SCP-5250 with two salad forks, then mix with a ladle, to disorient the deer. Pouring in the liquid now into the large bowl, you laugh, as its lame leg trails behind it like a shriveled corpse — it's not as if it could follow you. Or at least, it couldn't yesterday, you think. Today it is fine. But it will not be the day after. Then the cycle repeats. Or are you just too stupid to actually recognize it solely being injured or not? But you ignore the deer — the mere thought of it or talking about it in any way but this is purely hazardous, because it will find you. Then, like a tempest whipped up in a frothy sea, it will not let go of you as you cycle down its gyre. Whisk, gently at first, then quickly, to prevent the liquid and these thoughts from settling. See if the liquid within the bowl will connect in a paper-thin strand, like melted cheese. If not, then continue to whisk, as the lake and deer are definitely connected. But — why can't you simply do it on your first time? Wash your hands, then continue. Preheat your oven, and take out your colander. Ignore the lake's calls, and let them drain through the colander's holes. Ignore the fact that anything that falls down into its depths is immediately taken to some place beyond. Ignore it all. The bubbling stream is all you should focus on, with its soft, gentle calls, repelling that of the siren's song. SCP-5250 wasn't thought of by you, not like you could. You're always of the mind that your grandma made it, as a secret family recipe, even if you don't have one. Nor are you always the same you. However, you find SCP-5250 pairs well with the same cabin from the lake you always think of, and cheese. The charcuterie board is made of the same wood that the cabin, built in 1999 was. It was owned by two men, a Mr. Josephus Dryadre, and a Mr. Neil Williams. Both of them are deceased, having died of natural causes in 2000. A shame, you tell yourself, as you remove the dish from the oven with an oven mitt. Plate the dish well, ensuring that all the elements are equally presented, in a way that is mysterious, familiar, and brand-new, all at once. It's a difficult task — are you sure you're even ready for it? After all of that, you're done cooking up a likely amazing stew of SCP-5250! The aromatic, delectable aura of the dish you've made reminds you somewhat of home. Of you, even. But ignore that as well — the smell tickling your nostrils must not be given mind. You've done better than you thought you could. You're aware that it took testing for the cabin, the deer, and this beautifully plated bowl of SCP-5250 to be reclassified as Safe after you discovered the appropriate way to talk about them, which took you too long to find, you incompetent wreck. Below, you've decided to attach some relevant documentation. You know, to add a little more spice to the recipe, and ensure that future cooks-in-training can serve up a dish just as decadent and spectacular as yours should be! One that the lake, and the deer, are both allergic to. They may as well be illiterate — they hardly can understand what a good recipe is. Addenda You have done some tests with SCP-5250, adjusting ingredients here and there, and seeing what would happen if you tasted what came out of it. Below, you can find the results, future chefs! Actions Helpful Ingredients Result Stepping into the lake. Snowshoes, to help pad out his weight. You saw him slipping under the ice. Despite this, you could still see their heat signature for a little bit. Getting a computer to write about the deer, then reading what there is. Your trusty keyboard. The deer didn't notice. How delightful. Looking at the deer. A pair of binoculars. The deer wants you to keep on coming. Attempting to kill the deer. Some fiery gunpowder, and two .45 caliber bullets with earthy undertones. A disappointing presentation, as the deer was completely fine. Preparing a nice beef jambalaya. A pinch of salt, some vision blocking goggles, thermal imaging systems, and infrared sensors. The lake didn't quite like that. You weren't supposed to see what lies beneath. Waiting. A sprinkling of nothing. The wind blows. The lake is hungry. In the cabin, when you and the others first came, you found a journal with some entries written by Mr. Dryadre. In the cabin, there was not much else, except for a gun found near the door. You decide to attach the journals below, with approval from your Site Director. It is not as if there is much else you can do. You are stuck, in the snow that rages outside. The deer seemed interesting to him, him being one of the guards outside. Start your stove, set it to simmer. January 20th, 1999 I enjoy that what I can see right now is exactly what I have pictured in my mind. The fire is crackling, Neil is snoring his ass off, and I am writing this. We finish work on the cabin tomorrow. It's hard work, but Neil has been able to offer some minor reassurances. He was talking to fur traders a ways back. Managed to procure us cured meats to last almost two months, so we shall not run low on supplies. I admit I had some… choice words for him when I found what he'd traded for it, but I suppose it doesn't matter now. It is not as if I'd need the damn thing now that we plan to live up here. - J.D. You revise your recipes, awaiting orders. The snow is picking up. There's nothing you really can do, but wait. Cooking is the only escape, really, but you're thankful the cabin's got quite the apparatus. But you're a bit full, aren't you? Having eaten so much of that SCP-5250. It's really filling, and the sort of flavor you'd only get by accidentally biting down on your own tongue. It's a strange flavor, certainly, but nothing too strange. Perhaps a bit familiar, really. You sit and think. Think about deer. Their webs of antlers. Their majestic look. They seem quite trustworthy, don't they? A buck, proud and noble ruler of the woods, would not hesitate to help you out. So why did you leave the one out on the ice? You quickly shake your head. The recipe told you so, Junior Researcher. You open your computer, staring at a smiling photo of yourself. You close it. Must conserve your battery. Garnish with bits and pieces of thought. January 27th, 1999. Neil has developed a taste for fish. He's been spending his time ice fishing in the small pond out back. He's spent an awful lot of time back there, after he said a bear had eaten our supplies. An unfortunate start to our new life, but that's quite ok. I asked him to stay close to me in bed tonight. He agreed, though mentioned he'd been getting splinters. Granted, what we have isn't much of a bed, but I suppose it'd have to do. He talked about what he'd caught. It wasn't a lot. Just a boot. A really old one. I'm surprised others have been up here, but I guess the stream can bring anything. I worry about him sometimes. Probably too much. It's hard not to, though. He's a bit too trusting. - J.D. The snow picks up even further. The wind's howling outside your walls. You look at the bookshelf of the cabin. Empty. You open your computer — nearly dead. You don't recognize the person on your screensaver, nor do you remember your password. You shrug. That's alright, it's not like you'd have connection up here. Add in two teaspoons of sugar. February 1st, 1999. We're running low on food. Neil went out into the woods yesterday. Came back this morning. I never struck him as much of a mountain man, but I can't deny the grizzled look was a bit attractive. He'd said that he'd managed to shoot a deer outside our cabin last night, but he couldn't go out onto the ice to get it. That it was too risky. Which, of course, I believed. He then told me that he'd kill it tomorrow. Only, I'm a bit of a light sleeper. I heard no gunshots yesterday. Neil's never been much of a liar. Was the first to defend me and actually wanted us to come up here when the town got angry. He's never lied to me before. I'm worried about him. There's a storm brewing, and he seems to only want to keep getting food. - J.D. The guards outside are gone. You're not quite sure where they went, but you think they may have left before the winds started to pick up. Joke's on them — you've got food, you've got the recipe book you found, and you've got warmth. February 14th, 1999. The deer's not dead. The storm has picked up lately. Neil isn't himself, still trying to fish. He's not doing it as much, which I suppose is a bit better than how often he was doing it. I tapped him a couple of times last week. It took him a bit to come to. Perhaps some of the herbs are hallucinogenic, or something else. Who knows? I asked him to stay close in bed again tonight. He just looked at me and.. told me I was thinking about what he had said. Or something like that. Then turned around. I don't think he realized what it was today. He didn't even say anything besides that. - J.D. You feel the deer. It comes closer. And you want to go closer to it. You can reason with the deer some. It's a lot like you, isn't it? Wounded, worried, and just trying to survive out there on the ice. You're quite surprised the thing's managed to survive this long. It's a big buck though, must be hardy. It'd make for some good venison stew, if you managed to kill the thing. Perhaps you'd try later. Let sit for 30 minutes. February 25th, 1999. Neil has been lying to me. I would well, leave him, but the storm's… outside still. I suppose the storm's a bit of an excuse. I don't really want to. I'm still doing what we used to, going through the motions, but I found the meats we'd traded for. Hidden under the floorboards. And Neil keeps telling me that I wondered how he'd found them, even though I did that. Not him. I don't sleep so well. He doesn't even sleep with me anymore, and the snow's starting to break into the cabin. It's too cold. He hasn't eaten in days either, and I'm afraid he's going to starve. I hear hooves sometimes outside my window, but when I turn, there's nothing there. - J.D. You shot it. The ground rumbled and the deer flailed, and went under the ice. What an awful coincidence. You lost your food, and an earthquake. You sigh. Whatever the lake is, it's hungry. It doesn't eat normally. You know as much — that's why you're writing like this in the first place. Does it even know how people normally eat? It's only tipped off when you talk about it without using "you." So this… starves it somewhat. But it knows you're here. Add 2 cups of you. I believe he is dead. I don't know when I'm writing this. I don't know what I'm doing here. I don't at all. The deer isn't dead. It's completely fine. I saw him step out onto the pond to kill it, and it— he— well, fell in. Just like that. And the deer did too. And then the deer came back up. It was wounded and then it was fine. And the deer sounded fine. And he didn't come back up. And I'm— He was a lying bastard. But he was my lying bastard. - J.D. You walked over to the lake today. The deer had returned. In the small hole, perfect for one to ice fish in, you look down. And you almost want to jump in. But you don't. You feel like it's drawing you, it's calling you, as if it's a part of you you've lost. How awful, awful it is you and the lake must be without each other, how awful it is you and the deer must be without each other. How great it would be to go walk over and join the deer. However, you are cold. It would be so warm, to kill the deer and steal its pelt. But it doesn't have a pelt. It's not quite itself, just like you aren't yourself. As if you were staring at it through a dirty mirror. As if you were being reflected within a dirty mirror. Stir in a pinch of self-doubt. The traders have been coming by, every three days or so, to give me food. I'd be dead without them. Guess they took pity on me. But, they've gone now. Haven't come by in a week or so. It's hard to tell, because it's so dark outside. I have to block out the windows, because of all the snow, and the holes that something punched through. Looks like a gun, but I don't know. I hear a knock at the door. Maybe it's them. - J.D. IT WAS NOT THEM IT WAS A DEER THE DEER SOUNDED LIKE A MAN. THE DEER SOUNDED LIKE THEM. I HEARD IT SAY HELP ME. I AM STUCK. THERE WERE TWO MORE HOLES IN THE ICE. THE POND IS BIGGER. I SAW THE DEER ENTER THEIR MOUTHS. THEN IT LEFT. THEN THEY WENT INTO THE DEER'S MOUTH, AND BOTH WENT INTO THE ICE. WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO YOU DO Clip. Clop. Clip. Clop. There are noises outside your cabin. Then nothing. Then a phone rings, but the phone is outside. It is the guard's phone. They're back! How great for you. But the guard doesn't answer. Nothing does. And then you notice the ringing comes and goes with the clip and clop. Cook for 40 seconds on high heat. You have been waiting, silent, for three days now. You can only tell the passage of time via the birds. Crows and owls at night, sparrows at morning. The tapping is there. You hope Neil is here. Wait. You hear a knock. Maybe it is Neil. You recognize there are no more journal entries. Disappointing, because perhaps you'd know what the deer is. However, your thermal imagery has shown that the deer leads under the ice. Its hoof connects to a thin, thin strand, which leads to a large familiar mass waiting patiently underwater. It rings. It clips. It clops. It cries out to be heard, for it is hungry. Your computer manages to eke out a single bar of connection from the car, which is running on its last legs. You can hear something stabbing it, running upon its hood, destroying it down to its last metal bits, before a loud splash can be heard. Then you lose your connection. But it was enough time to send the document through, at least. You can remember, at least, that part of you. But, you are stuck. The snow is bearing down on your cabin. You write this for your future chefs. There is a knock at the door. You have your gun ready, locked and loaded to fire. Maybe you are being rescued. But you're hungry, so so hungry, and you want to cook up another bowl of SCP-5250. A nice, creamy, warm and steaming bowl of SCP-5250 stew. The lake feels like that, like one big pot of it. So maybe deep down, you hope it is the deer. Maybe it is you at the door. Maybe. You open it, and — Voila. Your dish is finished. Footnotes 1. For freshness, make sure to switch these out frequently.
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Flax SCP- NOTICE FROM CONTAINMENT OFFICER The following file is permanently locked. Reading this file is forbidden without adhering to specific instructions, which I will provide on request. Critically, do not attempt to understand what the object is or what it does (and DO NOT attempt to derive it from these instructions). I have left the internal threads attached to the research logs. The same rules apply. The object is neither Euclid nor Keter. — Kseniya Limonova, HMCL Supervisor, Site-33 2013-11-04 Unmodified file as of 1993-09-27 follows. GENERAL NOTICE Do not discuss it. Do not describe it. If you see it, stand still and shut the fuck up. If you need to tell someone about it, take their hand, drag them to a terminal, and point your finger at this notice. This notice takes priority over the Special Containment Procedures below, which should be ignored. — Kseniya Limonova, Researcher, Site-33 27.09.1993 Item #: SCP-████ Special Containment Procedures: Do not ████████ ████ SCP-████ ███████ ████████ ████ ██. █ ████████ ██ █ ██████ █████████. SCP-████ ██ ██ ██ ████ ██ ███ ███████████ ████, which was previously █ ███████ ██████ ██ ████-██. ███ ████ ██ ██ ██ ████ ██████ ██ ███ █████. ██ ██ █████████ ██ ████ ███████ ██ ██████ ████████████ ██ SCP-████ ███ ███ ████ ████████████ ███ ██ ██ █████████. Description: SCP-████ ██ █ █████-█████ ███████ ███████. In all respects including █████████████ it is █████████ ██ █ ███████ ███████ ███████, however once ███████, ██ ██████ ██ ██████ ███████████ ████ ███ ███████████ ████. Nearby objects ██████ █████ and ██████████████, and objects with known properties — for example, a fountain pen of known monetary value — ██████ ███████. ███ ██████ ███████ ██ ████████ ██ █████████ ████ ███████ ███████ █████████ ██ ███ ███████. SCP-████ ███ ██████████ ██ ███ █████████ ██ █ ████ ██████ ██ ████, ███████, █.█.█.█. in ████. █████ ██ ██ ███ █████ how SCP-████ came into the possession of ██. ██████, ██ ███ seemingly been aware ██ ███ █████████ ██████████, ██ █████████████ ████ █████ ██ ███ ███████ ██ ███ ████████ ████ ████ ██████████ ██ ██████████ ██ ████████ ███ █████ ████ ██ ███ ██████. ██ ████ ████ ██ ██ ███ █████ █████ ████ ██████ ██, ███ ██ ███ ████ ██████ ██ PoI-████. Addendum: Experiment Log 01 Date: 15.09.1993 Experimenters: Dr. K Limonova, Dr. R Vershinin Procedure: The setup found in ██. ██████'█ ████████ was recreated. Several objects were placed nearby, along with ███████ inside ███ ███████, with a range of █████ ███ ███████ ██████████. For example, one such ████ was a ███ ██████ ████, but another was a ████ ██ ███████ ██████ in an ██████ box. SCP-████ was █████████ under ████████ █████████ ██████████ ██████████. Results: Objects with █████ ██████████ ████ ████ and ██████ ███████. Objects with ███████ ██████████ retained them. Objects where ███ ████████████ ████ █ ████████ but the other did not only ████ ████ ████████ from the ███████████ ██ ███ ███ ███ ████ ██. When that ████████ was ████████████, it was ████ ███ ████. The ███████ inside the ███████ ████ ███ ██████████ except the ████ that they were ███████. Dr. K Limonova 15.09.1993 (TUE) #5251E01M01 This is fantastic. I've never seen anything remotely like this — the applications are endless. What's more, I've never had such a clear direction for future tests. I've sent you my █████████ for the coming week but feel free to make changes as you wish. Dr. R Vershinin 15.09.1993 (TUE) #5251E01M02 Honestly, I'm just in shock that we're not re-treading ground covered by ███ ████████ ██████. It's a little odd that he never worked this out himself. It seems so obvious. █████████ received. I'll give this a look over when I have time. Dr. K Limonova 15.09.1993 (TUE) #5251E01M05 One doesn't look at a gift horse's teeth. Dr. S Petrov 16.09.1993 (WED) #5251E01M03 Kseniya, what did you say ███ ████████ ██████'s name was? I'm having some trouble with your comment up above. Dr. K Limonova 16.09.1993 (WED) #5251E01M04 I never said his name, just that he was ███ ████████ ██████. His name was ████ ██████. Dr. S Petrov 17.09.1993 (THU) #5251E01M12 Ah, perfect. Thank you. Happy now? Dr. R Vershinin 17.09.1993 (THU) #5251E01M13 Yes, very happy. Dr. S Petrov 16.09.1993 (WED) #5251E01M06 Perhaps he just never thought to investigate? He was clearly using it for ███████ ███ ███████, as mundane as that is. Perhaps he just thought that was all it could do. Dr. K Limonova 16.09.1993 (WED) #5251E01M07 Like I said, don't question it. But if you feel the need to also ████ ████ ███████ in it, run it by me first. Dr. R Vershinin 16.09.1993 (WED) #5251E01M08 You might be right, but it still worries me. It's a small concern, yes, but something just doesn't add up. Why would he be hiding it if he thought it was just a ███████ ███████? And that doesn't explain why he also had a completely normal one. I don't know anybody who has two. Also, please reply to comments by clicking the link below them. You're confusing the thread. Dr. K Limonova 16.09.1993 (WED) #5251E01M09 It's a solved problem. Stop overthinking. Dr. S Petrov 16.09.1993 (WED) #5251E01M10 Kseniya, I have been doing that already and have no intention of stopping. It's ten times faster than my one at home and does a way better job of making my ███████ not █████. Ranek, there are no links on command line, so I'm not sure what you're talking about. Dr. K Limonova 16.09.1993 (WED) #5251E01M11 It's clf reply HASH, where HASH is the ID of the message you're replying to. You can add a message with -m if you want otherwise it just drops you into your editor, where you can see what you're replying to as a comment beneath the typing area. For what it's worth, I don't actually care about you ███████ ████ ███████ in it, but at least bother to take notes while you do it because then it would constitute a test. Until then, I am just going to ignore you until you have something valid to contribute. Experiment Log 02 Date: 17.09.1993 Experimenters: Dr. S Petrov Procedure: I wanted to see what would happen when I █████████ ███ █████, so I ████████ ███ ██████████ on the █████ ██████ to the testing room and ███████ ██ ████ ███████ ██ █ █████ into the SCP. I █████████ as many ██████ ███████ ██ █ █████ ████ everywhere in the room, at a much wider radius than before, in an attempt to establish a limit to its ████ ██ ██████. I also put some ███████ ██████ into it that I brought from home. Results: All ███████ in the room within █.██ of the thing ████ ███ ██████████. They were █████████████████ ████ ████ █████! I picked up █████████ and could not ████████ █ ██████ █████ about it — not ██████, not ███████, nothing. I'm just glad I ████'█ █████ ██ ████ █████. The ███████ inside the ███████ were treated ███████ ███ ████, though like before, they were still just ███████. Dr. K Limonova 17.09.1993 (THU) #5251E02M01 This is consistent with Tuesday's results. It's interesting to note that the ████ ██ ██████ scales with the ███████, though I'm a little wary of burning out the motor. I wonder if it's to do with the ███████ or the speed of rotation? Dr. S Petrov 17.09.1993 (THU) #5251E02M03 Is it consistent? I can't find the last dataset to compare. Is it attached to the experiment log or did you leave it somewhere on the intranet? Dr. K Limonova 17.09.1993 (THU) #5251E02M04 It's attached. Dr. S Petrov 18.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E02M06 I don't see it. EDIT: I've found the file but it's empty. Dr. R Vershinin 17.09.1993 (THU) #5251E02M02 Well, this certainly explains █████'s modifications to the ███████ in the property. He must have been looking to increase the █████. Do we know how high he managed to get it? Dr. K Limonova 18.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E02M05 He wasn't able to get it any higher than the █████ — he was a ██████████ ████████, not a wizard — but those modifications may actually have been what ██████ him. It's hard to tell. Dr. S Petrov 18.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E02M07 What do you mean, "hard to tell"? That doesn't make any sense. We all saw the ███████ report. Dr. R Vershinin 18.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E02M08 Do you have a link to the ███████ report? Dr. S Petrov 18.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E02M09 ███████████████████████████████ Dr. K Limonova 18.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E02M10 Sure thing: ███████████████████████████████ Dr. S Petrov 18.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E02M11 Beat you to it! Dr. R Vershinin 18.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E02M12 Thanks. Experiment Log 03 Date: 18.09.1993 Experimenters: Dr. R Vershinin Procedure: The object was partially ████████████ to see if any anomalous ██████████ could be identified. Results: Failure. I had difficulty opening it up, and even after I managed to do so, the feeling became worse as time went on. I found myself unable to ████████ ████████ ██████████ that I should have been very familiar with. After a while I became frustrated and ██████ ██ ████ ██. Dr. R Vershinin 21.09.1993 (MON) #5251E03M01 I'll be honest, I'm not sure why I ran this test. It seemed so clear to me on Friday, and then I come back on Monday to check the results and it's gone. Did I mention my intentions to either of you last week? Dr. S Petrov 21.09.1993 (MON) #5251E03M02 Chalk it up to age. Happens to the best of us. Dr. K Limonova 21.09.1993 (MON) #5251E03M03 I sent you both my plan of possible experiments last week. Perhaps you were running one of those? Dr. R Vershinin 21.09.1993 (MON) #5251E02M04 I never received such a list. ██████? Dr. S Petrov 21.09.1993 (MON) #5251E03M05 No, nor me. I do recall that you mentioned it, Kseniya. Dr. K Limonova 21.09.1993 (MON) #5251E03M06 I have just checked — you acknowledged in writing receipt of the █████████. "█████████ received. I'll give this a look over when I have time." Dr. R Vershinin 21.09.1993 (MON) #5251E03M07 I must have said that in error, then, because I do not have any correspondence from you relating to this project at all. Dr. K Limonova 21.09.1993 (MON) #5251E03M08 I apologise — it appears that I actually sent you an empty file. Dr. R Vershinin 21.09.1993 (MON) #5251E03M09 That can't be true either, because I do not have anything from you at all, empty files included. S McFenton 22.09.1993 (TUE) #5251E03M10 Hi all, Foundation IT responding to ticket #1352. I can confirm an email was sent from limonovakseniya to ███ recipients and zero CCs, who ████ received it, although only ███ actually opened the message. Any further queries, please let me know —Sam Dr. R Vershinin 22.09.1993 (TUE) #5251E03M11 Thanks, Sam. Would you mind checking the same from my end? Address is vershininranek S McFenton 22.09.1993 (TUE) #5251E03M12 Of course — looks like you received the message but never opened it. Check your spam? Dr. R Vershinin 22.09.1993 (TUE) #5251E03M14 I've re-checked my inbox. I'm not sure what exactly you mean by spam? S McFenton 22.09.1993 (TUE) #5251E03M15 Sorry, it's a bit of an in-joke. Okay, I've checked again, and can confirm for sure that ███ ███████ ████ ███ █████. Hope that clears things up. Dr. R Vershinin 22.09.1993 (TUE) #5251E03M16 It does. Thank you very much! Dr. S Petrov 22.09.1993 (TUE) #5251E03M13 Could you check mine as well? My address is ████████████. Dr. S Petrov 23.09.1993 (WED) #5251E03M17 Hello? Experiment Log 04 Date: 24.09.1993 Experimenters: Dr. S Petrov Procedure: I have unplugged the damned thing and wheeled its trolley down to a ███████ ██████ on the other side of the Site, into which I have interred it until somebody fucking replies to anything I say. Results: TBA Dr. K Limonova 24.09.1993 (THU) #5251E04M01 Ha, ha, very funny, ██████. Where is it? Dr. R Vershinin 24.09.1993 (THU) #5251E04M02 Looks like someone's in a bad mood… Dr. K Limonova 24.09.1993 (THU) #5251E04M03 ██████, I swear to fuck, you either tell me where it is, or I will eat your fucking head. Dr. R Vershinin 24.09.1993 (THU) #5251E04M04 Kseniya, slight problem — I don't actually see any correspondence from ██████ in the discussion. Dr. S Petrov 24.09.1993 (THU) #5251E04M05 █████'█ ███ ██████. ████ ███, █████. Dr. K Limonova 24.09.1993 (THU) #5251E04M06 Yes, that would be a slight problem. S McFenton 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M07 Hi all, Foundation IT responding to ticket #1356. Analysis confirms that no person named ██████ ██████ has ever been assigned to this project. I do not see any messages from a ██████ ██████ upthread. —Sam Dr. R Vershinin 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M08 Thanks Sam. One question: are you sure? S McFenton 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M09 The analysis is conclusive. But… I could swear I remember a ██████ from the last time I checked this project. I'm looking right now, though, and there's nothing. Dr. K Limonova 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M10 Okay. If the three of us are in consensus, then we either have a memory injection scenario, or a reality erasure scenario. You are both certain that ██████ ██████ exists or existed, yes? S McFenton 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M11 It does seem that way. Dr. R Vershinin 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M12 Yes, absolutely confident. Dr. S Petrov 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M18 ████, ███ ███ ██ ██████ ███████ ████. Dr. K Limonova 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M13 Good. SCP-… uh, the object is obviously fucking with things. I'm going to defer this upwards. In the meantime, avoid interacting with it as much as possible. Dr. R Vershinin 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M22 That shouldn't be too difficult, given that we don't know where it is. Dr. K Limonova 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M14 Sam, I want you to scour Site-33's security feed and find ██████. We know he moved SCP, uh, whatever number it is, last night, so focus on that. As far as I know there's nothing nocturnal here, so be wary of anything that moves. If you see something that you don't want to pay attention to, focus on it. That might not be possible. See if the guys in Counterconceptual have anything that'll help. S McFenton 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M19 Sure thing. I'll take notes on anything I see. Dr. K Limonova 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M20 No! Don't write anything down. We can't trust any recorded information. EDIT: Actually, no, do write things down. Even if we're not sure whether the notes or the memories are correct, it will be useful to have a reference for comparison. Dr. K Limonova 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M15 Ranek, I need you to look through prior correspondence and see what holes you can find. See if you can find anything that conclusively proves ██████ did or did not exist. Dr. R Vershinin 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M21 On it. Dr. K Limonova 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M16 ██████, if you are reading this, then you need to find some way to communicate with us. The project thread is not working. Leave notes. Carve shit into the walls of my office. Find me and scream in my face. Injure me. Anything to prove that you exist. Keep going until you are acknowledged. We will reconvene in the morning with our results. I'm going to treat this internally as an experiment. Dr. S Petrov 25.09.1993 (FRI) #5251E04M17 ███ ███ ███████? ██████ ███? █'██ ██ █████████ — █'██ █████ ██ █████████ — ███ ███ ████. Experiment Log 05 Date: 25.09.1993 Experimenters: Dr. K Limonova, Dr. R Vershinin, S McFenton Procedure: Dr. ██████ ██████ has gone missing, so we set out to find him. Dr. Limonova contacted Foundation superiors to call in more qualified assistance. Dr. Vershinin thoroughly scoured the research log forum, to find any flaws that could be indicative of reality erasure. Ms. McFenton looked through the security feeds from the night that Dr. ██████ disappeared, under the influence of drugs acquired from the Counterconceptual Division, to see if she could see him. Results: TBA Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M01 I recall that yesterday I was working with Ranek Vershinin and Sam McFenton. I am completely confident in this recollection. I have not reread prior messages and I have no intent to: I am certain that my memory is correct. What did we find out last night? Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M02 Ranek? Sam? Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M03 Are you fucking kidding me? Has it happened to me now? Dr. R Vershinin 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M04 Kseniya, I am so sorry, it is Saturday and I did not turn on my alarm clock. I've gone over our messages from yesterday. I can't find any 'holes', as you put it. Your missing person just doesn't exist — the SCP must have planted that memory inside us. It's just been me, you, and Sam. Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M05 You don't remember that Sam confirmed I sent both of you my proposed █████████? Dr. R Vershinin 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M08 I have spent all night reading and re-reading this conversation. I'm pretty damn sure. Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M11 Then one of us is compromised. Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M12 You remember his face, right? You remember how he had that █████████ down his ████ █████? S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M06 I've been looking over the Site security feeds at your request, Dr. Limonova. I spoke to Counterconceptual like you asked and, you were right, they did give me something to help — █ ███ ██████ ██████ the object ██ 19:04 ████ █████. Dr. R Vershinin 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M07 Sam, there seems to be data loss in that message, please check your GPG config and try again. S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M09 Apologies — to rephrase, █████████ ██████████ ████████. S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M10 █ ███ ███ ████ █████████ ████████ ██ ███ █████ ████. S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M14 I am so sorry. How about this: there were no significant events that night before 19:02 and after 19:10. Attachment: recording_snippet_19930926T190200Z.mp1 Dr. R Vershinin 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M15 …I see. Thank you, Sam. Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M16 Oh, fuck me. Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M13 Also, Ranek, just to confirm — I notice that you said "your missing person" instead of his name. Could you confirm his name for me, please? Dr. R Vershinin 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M17 …no. I can't. I can honestly say I have no idea who you are talking about. Dr. S Petrov 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M18 ██ ██████ ███ ██████'█. HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M86 ██████, are you still there? Check the date on this post. It's been a while. Dr. S Petrov 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M24 ███████? ████ ███ ███ █████? ███ ███ ███ ███ ██? ███ ███ ███ ███ ██ ████████? HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M87 Mnestics, Class-W. A drug produced by the Antimemetics Division. They stop you forgetting things, and help you remember things you've forgotten. Like you. It's the perfected form of the same drug that's going to kill Sam in a few hours. That's my fault. I've come to terms with it. Dr. S Petrov 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M25 ████, ████'█ ███ █████. ██'█ ████ ██ ████ ████ ███ █████. ███ ████… ██ ████ ███ ██████ ██ ██. HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M88 No, it's not. And the same to you. It's only been twenty years for me, but I don't think either of us know how long it's been for you. I can't imagine what that feels like. I need you to do something, and you need to do it as soon as you can. The drug that Sam ingested is growing more potent by the second. It will reach its critical point far before she metabolises it. She will be able to perceive you by 16:53, though I don't know exactly when. She'll be dead less than ten minutes later. It is imperative that she passes on a message to me. Do you understand? Dr. S Petrov 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M26 ███, ██ ██████ — █ ████ ███'█ ██████████ ███ ██ ███ ████████ ██ █████████████ ██ ███. █'█… ████? █ █████? ███ ███'██ ██ ███ ██████? ██ ████ █████████ ██ ██ ████ ███-████? ██ ██ ███████ █ ██████ ██ ███████ ██ ██ — ███ ███████ ████ █'█ ███████ █████ ███? █ ███ ██ ████████ ██ ████ █████████. ██ █████ ██'█ ███ ████ █ ███ ████ ███ █████████ █████. ██'█ ██ ███████████ █████ ██ ████████████ ████ ████████ ████. ███ ███ ██ ██████ ██ ███? HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M89 Do NOT discuss it, don't talk about it, don't even theorise; you'll ████ ████ ██ █████. I won't confirm anything to you until I know it's safe. Your situation is precarious. No, you're not dead. I think it's better if you don't know the details, for now. I know you have questions. They have to wait. You need to tell me, via Sam, to shut down the project and stop research; to stop discussing it; to lock the file. Otherwise ██'██ ███ ███ ██ ████ ███. I can see the messages between you and her already so I know you do an excellent job. I believe in you. Dr. S Petrov 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M27 ████ ████'█ ██ ██ ███ ██? HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M90 You get to save us. Isn't that enough? We'll find a way to save you. I promise. Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M19 Okay, thank you. His name is ██████ ██████. Ranek, Sam, please repeat the name back to me. Dr. R Vershinin 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M20 Acknowledged but unable to comply. I do not see a name — the line simply ends after "His name is". S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M21 It might be the drugs that Counterconceptual gave me but I do see something. There's no name, but I do see the space that was reserved for it. There's something there, for sure, just I can't see it. Six and six. Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M22 Six and six are the lengths of his given name and surname. It's a little scary that I remember his name, but I don't have a clue what he looked like. S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M23 That makes sense. Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M28 Ah — I can reproduce the issue now. I am no longer able to read that name, nor remember it. Dr. R Vershinin 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M29 That's interesting. Do you think that it was re-reading the written name that infected you? It's possible that it was your adamance against reading the previous conversation that protected you for so long. Imagine that… information that's hazardous. I wonder if there's a name for that. Dr. S Petrov 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M30 ███? ███ ███ ████ ████? S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M39 ██████?? Yes, yes I can! Are you okay? What happened? Dr. S Petrov 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M40 ███, █ ███'█ ████ ████ ████. ███ ████ ██ ████ ███████ ██ ████ ████████ ███ ██ ████ ███ ████. ██████ ██ ████ ███ ██. S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M41 That can wait! Tell us where you are, what happened! Dr. S Petrov 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M45 ███, ████, ███ █████ ███ ████ ██ ████ ███████ ██ ████ ██████████. ████ ██ ███ ████ █████████ █████. S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M46 Okay, okay, sure. Dr. S Petrov 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M48 █████████! █████ ███. S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M49 I did what you asked. Now tell me how we can get you back. Dr. S Petrov 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M52 █… ███'█ █████ ████'█ █████ ██ ██ ████████. ███ ███ █ ████ ████, ██████. █ █████ ██ █ ██████ ███████ ██ ███████, ████ ████. ███ ████ ██ ██ ████ ████ ████ ███, ███████ ███ ████ ████ ███'█ ██ ███ ████ ██████ ███'█ ██ ████ ██ ███ ██ ██ ████████████ ███████ ██. Dr. S Petrov 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M53 ███? S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M42 Kseniya or Ranek can drive down and find you! Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M31 The higher-ups finally got back to me. I had to call them. Several times, actually. I kept getting mixed feedback on whether or not they received my initial email. Eventually they told me to just deal with whatever this is on my own. Dr. R Vershinin 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M32 That's a bit shit of them. How high did you go? Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M33 Russian Command, then European. I didn't see much point in going higher. S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M34 Oh shit, there's a message from Dr. ██████ upthread. He's asking about me specifically. Does anyone else see it? Dr. R Vershinin 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M35 I don't see it. S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M36 It must be the pill, I guess. What should I do? Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M37 Be on guard, Sam. There's a fair chance you're speaking to the anomaly. Respond, but be wary. S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M38 Noted. Dr. S Petrov 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M43 ██, ████ ██. S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M44 I wouldn't blame her too much. S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M47 Kseniya, he wants you to stop research and to lock the file. He's being pretty insistent about that. Dr. K Limonova 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M50 Okay. Right now I'm going to assume that this is the anomaly's agenda. See if you can get some sort of verification out of him. S McFenton 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M51 I'm trying to get him to tell me about what happened to him. I don't know him that well — well, at all, really, beyond this thread — so that's the best I can do. Plus it might help us work out how to get him back. Dr. R Vershinin 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M54 It's been an hour — is everything okay? Dr. S Petrov 26.09.1993 (SAT) #5251E05M55 ███████, ██████. █'█ ███████ ███. Dr. R Vershinin 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M56 I've just received word from Site-11. Sam's dead. Dr. K Limonova 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M57 Fuck. Do they know why? Dr. R Vershinin 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M58 They sure do. It was a haemorrhagic stroke. Part of her amygdala is just flat-out missing, they're telling me. Just gone. The exposed blood vessels just bled everywhere. She would have suffered minutes of pure agony. Dr. K Limonova 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M59 That's horrifying. I suppose these things happen. I knew her a little — it's why I always request her when I make a ticket. She loved her job, or so she'd tell me. I hope she felt fulfilled. It's the most anyone can ask for. Dr. R Vershinin 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M60 I'm not sure you're seeing the gravity of this. Do you know what the amygdalas do? They're in the medial temporal lobe. They handle long-term memory. What was that drug you encouraged her to take? That in-development drug with unknown side effects? What was it that drug did, again? Dr. K Limonova 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M61 You're not suggesting what I think you are? Dr. R Vershinin 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M62 I'm not. I'm asserting it. Dr. K Limonova 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M63 Are you fucking kidding me? You're telling me I killed her? Are you telling me you wouldn't have done the same to save our forgotten friend? Dr. R Vershinin 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M64 I can't answer that, Kseniya, because I don't fucking know him, do I? He's gone! He never existed! The fucking anomaly made him up. Surely you can see that. You killed her. You killed her for nothing. I'm out. Dr. K Limonova 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M65 Fucking fantastic. Thanks, Ranek. Dr. K Limonova 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M66 Whatever you are, you win. One person is dead, one person hates me, and one might not have existed at all. It's just me now, and I'm done. I don't know if you can read this — it certainly feels like it — but I want you to know that I hate you. I'm going to lock the file. That's what you wanted, right? Have it. Dr. K Limonova 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M67 It's done. So am I. Dr. S Petrov 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M68 ██ ████'█ ████. Dr. S Petrov 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M69 ███ ███ █████ █████? HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M91 Of course I am. I'm in the future; I'm always 'still there'. You did good. Saved our lives. Me and Ranek, that is. It was too late for Sam. And for you. Maybe, back then, I would've locked the file anyway. But I had to be sure. I'm sorry that I had to use you for that. Besides — Sam, and her faith in you, was the only thing between me and believing that you didn't exist. Without your help we probably wouldn't be having this conversation. Dr. S Petrov 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M70 ███ █████ █████████ ███ ███ ███ ████ ██ ██. ███ ████'█ ████ ██ ████ ███ █████ ███ ███ ███ ███ ███. ████ ███ █████. █ ███ ██████ ████ ███'█ ███ ███████, ███ █ ██████'█ ████ ████ ████ ██ ██ █████ █████. ███ ███ ████, ████'█ ███? HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M92 And I'll never be able to. Not if you want me to still be able to talk to you. I think just one person knowing how it works is safe. Of course I knew. But if I'd told you, would you have done it? You have to remember that it's not your fault. I set that wheel in motion, not you. You only took advantage of it, and even that was under my instruction. I feel far worse about it than you do, believe me. Dr. S Petrov 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M71 ███ ████ ██ ████████ ██ ████ █ ███… ███████. ████'█ ████. ███ █ ██ █████? HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M93 Well, I can talk to you now, right? Makes sense to me that I should be able to see you. Do you have a physical form? Dr. S Petrov 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M72 █ ██. HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M94 Then… I think all you need to do is wait until my time. I'm off-site right now, but I can be there in the morning. We should be able to rendezvous somewhere. Dr. S Petrov 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M73 ██████ ████. ███ █████ ████ ██████? HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M95 Ha! Sure. My old office. Alright, I'll see you there tomorrow. Mnestics in 2013 are absolutely safe, for sure. I'll make sure I maintain my dose until then — it's not like I'll be able to forget to top up! Dr. S Petrov 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M74 ████ ████████ ██ █████, ██ ███ ███? HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M96 Ranek? He's fine. He doesn't work for Foundation anymore, so he was wiped. He's forgotten you existed, but SCP-████ convinced him you didn't exist in the first place. Maybe it's better this way. Dr. S Petrov 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M75 █ █████ ███. HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M97 I know. We all knew. Dr. S Petrov 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M76 ██ █████ ████ ███ ████? HMCL Supervisor K Limonova 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M98 I don't know. He never would have admitted it, even to himself. Try and hold that thought for 2013. It'll keep you going. I'd keep you company, but I don't see you replying to me at all between your time and mine, so I don't think I can. But stay strong. I believe in you. Dr. S Petrov 27.09.1993 (SUN) #5251E05M77 █'██ ███. ██████, ███████. █ ██████████ ██. █'██ ███ ███ ████. Dr. S Petrov 25.12.1993 (WED) #5251E05M78 ██'█ █ ████ ███ ██████ ████ ███ ████. Dr. S Petrov 18.06.1995 (SUN) #5251E05M79 ██'█ ████ ██ ████ ██ █ ███'█ ███ ██████, ██ ██ ████ ███'█ ███ ██. ██'█ ██████ ███ ███ ███ ████. Dr. S Petrov 04.03.1998 (WED) #5251E05M80 █████ ████████. Dr. S Petrov 04.03.1998 (WED) #5251E05M81 "█████ ████████, ██████!" ████ ███ ██ ██████'█ ███████. Dr. S Petrov 20.05.2001 (SUN) #5251E05M82 ███████ █ █████ ███ ████ ███ █████, ██ ██████ ███████ ███ ██; ███ ████████ ████ ███ ████ █████████ ███ ███████████. ██ ██████ █████, ██ ████ ██ █████, ███ █ ███ ███ ████ ██ ██████, ███ ██ ███████ ███, ███ ███ ████████. Dr. S Petrov 01.09.2005 (THU) #5251E05M83 █ ████ ████. ███ █████. ███ ██████. ███ ████, ███████, ███ ███████ ███'█ ██ ███ ██████, ███'██ ████ █ ██████ ████ ███ ██ ██████████. Dr. S Petrov 01.01.2010 (THU) #5251E05M84 ████ █ ██████ ███ ██████. Dr. S Petrov 03.11.2013 (SUN) #5251E05M85 ███ ████ ███. Dr. S Petrov 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M99 ███████? ██'█ █████. █████'█ ███ ███, █████? ███ ███ ██████? Dr. S Petrov 04.11.2013 (MON) #5251E05M100 ████████. ██ ██████. Dr. S Petrov 05.11.2013 (TUE) #5251E05M101 █'█ ████. Dr. S Petrov 05.11.2013 (TUE) #5251E05M102 █'█ ██ ████ ███ ██████. █████ ███ ███? Dr. S Petrov 05.11.2013 (TUE) #5251E05M103 ███████? Dr. S Petrov 06.11.2013 (WED) #5251E05M104 ███████, █████ ███ ███? Dr. S Petrov 07.11.2013 (THU) #5251E05M105 ███'██ ███ ██████, ███ ███? Dr. S Petrov 14.08.2014 (THU) #5251E05M106 ███████? Dr. S Petrov 28.02.2017 (TUE) #5251E05M107 ███████? 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Item #: SCP-5252 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the operative zone of SCP-5252 remaining immobile, Area-5252 encompasses SCP-5252, its known range of travel, and a one kilometer buffer zone. The four meter tall barrier is constructed of 5 centimeter diameter galvanized steel bars spaced 14.5 centimeters apart to allow for passage of snow in the event of an avalanche. Solid concrete shelters for personnel must be accessible at all times. No alterations or additions to land, flora, or fauna are permitted. All Foundation members are to undergo training protocol BSC-5252 to minimize damage to the area before being assigned to Area-5252. (Revision as of 10/23/20██. See Addendum-3, Incident Report-5252-2). Description: SCP-5252 is an approximately two meter tall humanoid entity of indeterminate race and gender which carries an oil lantern. Reported details regarding its appearance are sparse and unclear. SCP-5252 travels at will by unknown means throughout a 26.3 square kilometer section of land located in the central region of Nepal, within the Himalayan mountains. The area includes a remote mountain pass, numerous hiking trails, and a local village. A pattern of injuries, thefts, and disappearances has been attributed to SCP-5252. Most often seen on adjacent peaks or trails moving along at a walking pace, sightings of this entity date back in local records to 1435, but oral tradition puts the potential first emergence of SCP-5252 within the 12th century. Instances of this entity coming into closer range of observers are primarily during inclement weather. Reports indicate that lone or paired climbers, who become lost, often mistake it for a Sherpa or rescuer and follow the entity back to the trail head. SCP-5252 has only been observed as a dark outline of a tall humanoid figure. SCP-5252 stays several meters ahead of the observer and does not respond to verbal commands or inquiries, regardless of the language spoken. Once the observed figure reaches the trail head, it will stop and wait for the hiker(s) to catch up to it. Survivors report that the brightness of the lantern makes any details of the figure indistinguishable, but a dark hand is held out, open palm, to the lone or nearest human. If the individual fails to present SCP-5252 with an item, it will take an object by force or inflict non-lethal injury. No deaths have yet been attributed to SCP-5252. (Revision as of 10/13/20██. See Addendum-1.) Sightings and encounters with SCP-5252 have been found to be increasing in conjunction with rising numbers of tourists in the area. Addendum-1 During Foundation operations to gather intelligence on SCP-5252 within the village, an incident involving two tourist hikers occurred 10/13/20██. One survivor and one local serving as a Sherpa were taken into Foundation custody and interviewed. Determining the facts of the event and entity motivations considered top priority by Dr. Clarke, assigned head researcher for SCP-5252 and Area-5252. + Interview Log-5252-3 - Showing Interview Log 5252-3 Interviewed: Andrew J. Wilson, from incident reported 10/13/20██. Interviewer: Dr. Clarke, head researcher of Area-5252. <Begin Log, 10 hours post discovery by patrolling Foundation security, after receiving emergency medical attention from Foundation physicians.> Dr. Clarke: How're you feeling, Mr. Wilson? Wilson: They gave me some good stuff so I’m not feeling much. Will this take long? I'd like to go home. Dr. Clarke: We'll try to keep things brief, but we need honest answers from you. Wilson: …I’ll do my best. [ sounds of wet coughing ] Dr. Clarke: Once you started along the [REDACTED] portion of the pass, what do you remember? Wilson: We were just hiking, making good time. We were set to make the next peak by evening. But all of a sudden, the weather started to turn. So we started to head back. Dr. Clarke: Did anything seem out of the ordinary? Wilson: Like what? Dr. Clarke: I don't hike much, so I wouldn't know. Wilson: [ short pause ] Nothing. We were a bit worried might lose our way. Visibility was dropping quick, but nothing weird. Not until that… thing showed up. Dr. Clarke: What “thing” do you mean? Wilson: I thought it was our Sherpa at first, coming to find us. It had a lantern and was walking ahead of us, so we followed it back. Dr. Clarke: What happened once you reached the trail head? [ A silence of several seconds followed by a rattling sigh. ] Wilson: That thing, whatever it was, held its hand out. Dr. Clarke: You called it a thing. Are you sure it wasn't just a person? Wilson: I don't know what it was, but it sure as hell wasn't a person. And its eyes… Dr. Clarke: What about its eyes? Wilson: When it took him. I couldn't see anything because of how damn bright that light was. But when it grabbed him, the light went out. And I saw two glowing eyes for just a second. Before Bill started screaming. Dr. Clarke: What do you mean that it took him? Wilson: I couldn't see Bill behind me. The locals warned me to give it something. I turned to get something out of my pocket- not sure what I was planning on grabbing. But before I could stop him, Bill went at it with his machete. [ Sounds of forceful and prolonged coughing. Dr. Clarke's notes here that Wilson's primary facial wound was becoming exacerbated. They chose to cut the interview shorter than initially planned. Less vital questions were omitted to curb excessive blood loss of the victim.] Dr. Clarke: What was the machete for? Wilson: Oh, um. Just protection. Dr. Clarke: From what? Wilson: Big cats mostly… Dr. Clarke: Sure. Wilson: … Dr. Clarke: How did you come by your injuries? Wilson: Like I told those doctors, it happened so fast. I think it hit me when it grabbed Bill. It felt like a fucking sledgehammer with claws. [ Several seconds of silence pass. ] Am I going to be okay? Dr. Clarke: We’ve stabilized you. You should be fine, but you’ll most likely require a good deal of reconstructive surgery. I’d also recommend seeking out an ocularist if you wish. Wilson: [ sounds of Wilson thickly swallowing, followed by sniffling ] Did you guys find Bill yet? Dr. Clarke: Not yet, but we’re looking. Wilson: We should have never come here. <End Log> Post-interview note by Dr. Clarke: "██ days after the incident, William "Bill" ██████████ was found approximately 5 kilometers from the initial point of contact with SCP-5252. Cause of death was determined to be exposure. This information has been temporarily withheld from the subject due to risk of shock and possible memory loss." + Interview Log-5252-4 - Showing Interview Log 5252-4 Interviewed: Bibek Adhikari, hired guide involved in incident reported on 10/13/20██. Interviewer: Dr. Clarke, head researcher of Area-5252. <Begin Log, 11 hours post discovery by patrolling foundation security, after completion of interview with Andrew J. Wilson.> Dr. Clarke: Thank you for coming in, Mr. Adhikari. Are you sure you don't want us to bring in a translator? Adhikari: No, English is okay. Dr. Clarke: We haven't encountered many English speakers in your village. Adhikari: Yes, there are not many. I needed to learn, to work with the tourists. Dr. Clarke: Have you worked with many hikers and climbers? Adhikari: Yes, since I was a young man. Dr. Clarke: Why did Mr. Wilson and Mr. ██████████ come to Nepal? Adhikari: They told me they wanted to hike the Himalayas and see the land. Dr. Clarke: Was there anything in particular they wanted to see? Adhikari: Some of the peaks. And the forest near my village. Dr. Clarke: Did anything out of the ordinary happen? Adhikari: They lied to me. Dr. Clarke: They lied to you? Adhikari: Yes. Dr. Clarke: How so? Adhikari: They said they wanted to hike. Admire the land. But they wanted to take it from us. Dr. Clarke: They wanted to take your land? Did they tell you that? Adhikari: They did not need to. Both men had a Chhura1 with them. They tried to hide them, but I saw. Dr. Clarke: What did you think they were for? Adhikari: To cut the trees. Dr. Clarke: Cut them down? Adhikari: No, no. Marking the best areas to come back to later. With their lumber company. Our land, our trees, our people; they are not for sale. Dr. Clarke: So what did you do? Did you harm them? Adhikari: I did no harm. I returned home without them. The mountain would take care of it. They must leave. And you must leave. Dr. Clarke: Not right now. We still have some questions- Adhikari: No, I am going to return home. You should as well. Dr. Clarke: Alright, Mr. Adhikari. We'll continue this interview another time. Adhikari: Speaking with me will not help you. If you wish to know more about land, and what resides within it, you need to speak to the Jaḍāna2. Dr. Clarke: Who is that? [ Sounds of a metal chair scraping across a floor, followed by fading footsteps. ] Dr. Clarke: Mr. Adhikari, wait. We're not finished here. The interviewee attempted to leave the Foundation outpost and refused to respond to any further inquires from Foundation staff. He was allowed to return, but is being kept under surveillance until further notice. <End Log> — Addendum-2 All Foundation containment activities are to be put on hold until reauthorization is given. Further investigation into SCP-5252 is ongoing. + Incident Report-5252-1 - Showing Incident Report-5252-1 10/21/20██ Containment Unit-3, posted 0.3 kilometers outside the ██████ village. Causalities and injuries consisted of: 2 construction personnel killed, 5 injured. 3 security personnel killed One surviving Foundation member, Security Officer Renee S. Peterson, gave her account of the incident as she was lucid but unable to be moved from the infirmary at the time of her statement. <Begin Audio File> "Operations and surveys in the areas hadn't been going smoothly. The planning markers for the containing wall were in and the construction team was felling a few trees that were in the way. We had only been out there about an hour. I clocked the time about ████ a.m., but I knew we were going be out there for the next several hours. Containment implementation is being sped up since that civilian death they documented last week. One of the locals came up to us. He had a couple of books or journals in his arms and he was babbling. Scared the shit out of me when he ran up. He just kept talking louder and louder. Most of the crew was getting uncomfortable. We didn’t have a translator with us so I pointed back to the village to ask him to leave. I had no idea what he wanted. He did try to shove one of those books into my hands. I had one of the other security guys escort him off. Wasn't in the mood to deal with that shit. I was trying to keep eyes on every member of the team, but between the foliage and the distance across the work site, I lost line of sight on a few. One of the furthest guys, to my 3 o' clock, started screaming. And then he just stopped. The crew started panicking and all I could see was this blur between the trees. They were dropping like flies and there was so much blood. I didn't want to risk shooting one of my men, but it wouldn't have mattered anyway. It was too fast. After just a minute or two, I was the only one left. Then I saw it. Tall, dark, carrying a bright light. I didn't get a good look before it… smacked my gun out of my hands. The last thing I remember is being thrown to the ground. The eyes too. Like the sun." <End Audio File> After partial amputation of three fingers of her left hand and full amputation of her dominant (right) arm above the elbow, S.O. Peterson has been medically discharged from duty. 32 hours after the incident on 10/21/20██, the individual referred to as the "Jaḍāna" by Mr. Adhikari was located by investigation agents and brought in for questioning by Dr. Clarke + Interview Log-5252-5 - Showing Interview Log 5252-5 Interviewed: Sang Acharya, a young man referred to as the "Jaḍāna" and a resident of the ██████ village. Interviewer: Dr. Clarke, head researcher of Area-5252. <Begin Log> Dr. Clarke: Thank you so much for coming in, Mr. Acharya. I'm sure you have some idea of why you're here. Sang Acharya: Please, just call me Sang. And yes, I know why. You need answers and you hope to get them from me. Dr. Clarke: We’ve spoken to a few of the people from your village and all of them have mentioned you. I’m hoping you can help us. What can you tell us about this entity? Sang Acharya: Entity? Dr. Clarke: Something attacked those hikers. And my colleagues. We need to know everything you know. Sang Acharya: The ones that were tearing apart the forest by our village? You’re with them? Dr. Clarke: Yes, but we're not here to do harm. Sang Acharya: I’m sorry, but I have nothing for you. Nothing to tell you. You need to leave. Now! Dr. Clarke: We can’t leave and we need your hel- Sang Acharya: No! You people are making things worse for us. If you continue on this path you’ll destroy everything. Dr. Clarke: Please Sang, I don’t want to see anyone else die. Sang Acharya: They died because of you. Dr. Clarke: We made a mistake and we want to correct it. Sang Acharya: You fail to understand It or anything about this place. Dr. Clarke: Yes, but we want to. Please help me understand. I truly want to. [ Dr. Clarke’s voice becomes low and soft. Gain on the audio from his microphone has been digitally enhanced slightly. ] Sang Acharya: [ The interviewee pauses and places his head in his hands for several seconds. ] Why? Dr. Clarke: They weren’t just my colleagues. Some of them were my friends, or as close to friends as you get in my job. Also, I’m a researcher. I have no interest in the timber, the land, or anything material. I just want knowledge. Please, Sang. [ Several moments of silence follow. ] Sang Acharya: You truly mean that. Dr. Clarke: Very much so. Sang Acharya: Alright, I’ll share what I know with you. Come to my home tomorrow and I will allow you to study the texts and journals. Even make copies. The Jaḍāna that came before me have left behind a wealth of information. My own book my even hold some value to you. Maybe once you have this knowledge, you'll be wise enough to understand why it's best to leave things be. Dr. Clarke: I’ll need to bring a team in with me. For my safety and yours. Sang Acharya: Fine, but tread lightly. Dr. Clarke: Naturally. <End Log> — Addendum-3 + Incident Report-5252-2 - Showing Incident Report-5252-2 10/23/20██ SCP-5252 was engaged by Foundation staff during operations to create a more permanent base within the ██████ village and interview a person of interest. During the ensuing combat, a fire ignited on the exterior of a civilian home. Due to most structures in the area being composed of highly flammable materials such as wood and straw, as well as inadequate firefighting equipment, destruction of the village was virtually total and resulted in massive casualties of both locals and Foundation members. Analysis of the scene showed an overturned hanging lantern as the source of the fire. Torn material lodged in the edge of the lantern housing was found to be the same as that of a Foundation security uniform vest. A Foundation forensic team determined the cause of the fire to be accidental, but ultimately puts the Foundation partially at fault. A fire-damaged, leather-bound journal was recovered from the wreckage of a civilian home by Dr. Clarke and translated from Nepalese. Legible pages include the following: + Document-5252-1 - Showing Document-5252-1 05/29/20██ Ita came to me this morning with a gift for the Spirit. Even so young, my sister understands the importance of our connection with the land and It. It warms me to know I’ve served as a good example to her. Since this is her first offering, I’m hoping the Spirit accepts it. I’m concerned though that It will leave a rock behind, no matter how “pretty and shiny” Ita insists it is. Like me, she fell in love with the mountain, the animals, the trees on our walks. I do wish she wouldn’t load the pockets of her skirt with stones every outing though. Regardless, I have a lovely new paperweight that, I agree, is “even prettier and shinier”. + Document-5252-2 - Showing Document-5252-2 04/30/20██ Mother was kind enough to leave me supper on the table for when I returned from the mountain. Despite it being Springtime, the snow is thick on the trails and passes. I came home half frozen long after the sun had set. My convening with the Spirit has paid off though. It spoke of a productive farming season all through Autumn. The offerings last year must have been enough to make up for most of the damage done by the tourists. + Document-5252-3 - Showing Document-5252-3 05/14/20██ I woke last night to a light by my window. A visit to the village from the Spirit has only happened a few times since the death of my predecessor. She taught me so much over the years, but my knowledge can only do so much and I miss her guidance. The Spirit is a strange thing and nothing I've been taught is certain. I'm not sure the reason for this, but It's restless. ~ Ita left another one of her precious stones out on her windowsill for the Spirit. That silly girl called It here by marking the wall of the house. I should never have showed her the offering symbol. Thankfully, I can see the light heading out of the village, back to the mountain. It must be satisfied with Its gift. Still, It's been more active. This makes me nervous, but only time will tell what it means. + Document-5252-4 - Showing Document-5252-4 06/07/20██ More and more foreigners are coming to the mountain the past several years. The land is starting to wear down and be altered. They come in, go where they wish, do what they wish, and leave their unwanted rubbish behind with us. The Spirit is growing restless. It still appears to me and the people of my village in aid, but I fear what may happen if this disrespect is allowed to continue. 10/13/20██ I must convene with the elders and insist we begin to limit tourist permits. Before something far worse comes to pass. A visiting foreigner lost his life to the Mountain and his friend nearly so. I saw for myself that the Spirit put out his eye, but he will live to tell what happened. Hopefully that will dissuade some. Bibek confided in me that he suspected the men were sent by a lumber company. He doesn’t wish to work as a Sherpa any longer. I respect his choice. I’m not sure those men deserved what happened to them, but It doesn’t suffer fools. + Document-5252-5 - Showing Document-5252-5 10/15/20██ A large group of strange people came to the village. They seem to be trying to pass as curious tourists or scientists looking to research the land, but something is not quite right. I can sense the agitation of the Spirit. I plan to visit the mountain tonight and see if it will speak with me. It has been more and more quiet as the damage has been done. ~ I’ve returned home from the peak and my heart is filled with terror. The Spirit wouldn’t speak with me. It wouldn’t even show itself. This is a terrible omen of things to come, I fear. 10/21/20██ I knew this would end in bloodshed and death. A group of the outsiders were wiped from the mountain, just outside the village, along with a few of our people. No one permitted them to build anywhere near our land. I attempted to speak with one of their leaders just before the attack. She sent me away like I was an ignorant child getting in the way of their work. The Spirit marked me before my family even did.3 Even after all these years the soot still has not faded. My connection with It is still strong. Yet they question me. The Spirit still will not speak with me, but I will not give up. I must prove to It my people still respect and care for our land and one another. These strangers will not heed my warnings either. Between It and them, one will bend to the other. And I fear what will happen if this conflict truly comes to bear. — Addendum-4 Attempts to locate Sang Acharya, the author of the journal, have been unsuccessful. Security personnel followed human tracks from the found journal for nearly 4 kilometers, heading towards the nearest mountain peak, before the trail became impassable. A torn piece of parchment, identical to the makeup of the journal previously referenced, was found near the wreckage of the village. + Document-5252-6 - Showing Document-5252-6 Researchers studying this case note here that the handwriting of this particular entry appears to be rushed and made by a shaking hand. The parchment is marred with a substance shown by testing to be a mixture of human blood and oil-based soot. Everything is gone. My people are all dead or scattered to the nearest villages for refuge. Most of the foreigners who came here are gone. Dead or run away. The Spirit has provided so much and now it has taken everything. The village has burned to the ground. My mother and father, along with my brother and baby sister, have perished. There's absolutely nothing left for me here. My only path is to travel up the mountain and hope to convene with the Spirit one last time before I give myself to the land. Sightings of a second iteration of SCP-5252, henceforth referred to as SCP-5252-A, have been sighted alongside SCP-5252 and documented by security personnel. Footnotes 1. Chhura (छूरा) - A common Nepalese term for blade or knife. 2. "Jaḍāna"(जडान) - Nepalese for connection. Used in this instance as a proper noun or title by the interviewee. 3. Traditionally, Nepalese mothers stay secluded in a dark room for several days after the birth. 5-7 days after birth, a newborn's eyes are outlined with gajal (soot from an oil lamp and butter), and its forehead marked with a black tika. This is a ceremony to formally welcome the child into the family. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5252" by Red-Bannered-Mare, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5252. 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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Rodinia, the hypothetical supercontinent involved in SCP-5253 Item #: SCP-5253 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawler I/O-POSE is to monitor both academic and informal publications for any keywords matching SCP-5253. Embedded elements in academia and national governments are to prevent investigations of known Precambrian strata and suppress any individuals aware of SCP-5253. Update: No further expeditions to the oceanic abysses are to be undertaken without notifying the SCP-5253 research team. Description: SCP-5253 is an infohazardous theory surrounding the primary causes of the Cambrian explosion. Due to its nature, specific details of SCP-5253 are dangerous to identify. Known safe details include: The existence of advanced metazoan oceanic life prior to 1,200 Mya The colonization of the hypothetical supercontinent Rodinia by this life A large migration of life into the crust (and possibly the mantle) around 700 Mya The complete extinction of all non-migrated life in 650-700 Mya A massive tectonic event releasing the crust life back to the ocean The evolution of this life into the known Cambrian forms Consideration and acceptance of the SCP-5253 as valid currently appears to be the trigger for further anomalous effects. Study of D-Class and affected civilians shows a variety of effects. In the majority of cases, the subject eventually dies of instantaneous conversion of their blood and cerebrospinal fluid to seawater, followed by massive hemorrhaging. The seawater contains a high concentration of extinct protozoa and microbes. Upon expulsion from the body, the life forms in the water rapidly divide and grow into larger and larger forms of prehistoric marine animal life that attempt to collectively move towards a single direction. Testing has shown that all movement is directed towards the Atacama Trench in the Pacific Ocean; investigation of the extrapolated location has revealed no abnormalities. Study of these life forms in containment shows them to progress through various phyla before reaching a final, radially symmetric body plan. These organisms typically resemble eels or worms in composition, and have multiple shells, eyes and mouths. Over 75 varieties have been documented, each with specialized adaptations also seen in nonanomalous Cambrian life. Addendum 5253-01: Number of recorded SCP-5253 victims: approximately 2000. On 2019/17/03, a gold mining team in Brazil reportedly encountered a 'strange fossil' in an unexplored tunnel. When the miners viewed the fossil, deep-sea worms, lampreys, and molluscs spontaneously erupted indiscriminately from their tissues and orifices. One miner collapsed the tunnel, destroying the fossil and terminating most of the remaining miners. The unaffected miners and converted anomalies were amnesticized and contained, respectively. The contained specimens continued to vocalize until their expiration. Investigation of the situation revealed that the owner of the mine was aware of SCP-5253; he has not yet been recovered. Addendum 5253-02: Number of recorded victims of SCP-5253 now exceeds 10,000. On 2024/03/02, a large tremor in the Atacama Trench was detected, corresponding to a higher-than-usual metabolism in the 0.5 kilometer thick layer of living metazoan tissue beneath the sediment floor. Seismographic measurements confirm the formation of an eye or analogous structure near the thickest part of the layer. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5253" by Weryllium, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5253. 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: genesis1-9.jpg Name: Rodinia reconstruction.jpg Author: John Goodge License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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Item #: SCP-5254 An SCP-5254 instance (left; staring directly at camera) in the process of transformation. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation agents are to work with local authorities to limit the sale of memorabilia, costumes and novelty items during events that feature fictional characters belonging to The Pokémon Company. A public ban on the adornment of Pokémon-related accessories will be imposed on festivals and mass gatherings, including (but not limited to) face-masks, hats, coloured make-up and full-bodied onesies. A special task force of MTF Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") is to be deployed at future events to neutralise SCP-5254 instances that manifest in public spaces. Further efforts will be made to disrupt The Pokémon Company's global marketing and promotional infrastructure, with embedded agents discrediting the franchise's popularity on social media, video game websites and within religious communities. Description: SCP-5254 refers to the anomalous transformation of a humanoid or object into one of 1025 fictional creatures designed by The Pokémon Company. The transformation event occurs upon prolonged, extensive adornment of fashion accessories and other pieces of clothing that specifically resemble a creature's anatomy. Post-mortem dissections of SCP-5254 instances have shown the transformation event to be fatal to most organic life-forms, physically transmuting synthetic components (like cotton and plastic composites) into flesh, muscle tissue and other bodily fluids comprised of foreign DNA, to the point the original entity's genetic make-up is unrecognisable. The cause of an SCP-5254 transformation event is currently unknown. The rate of transformation appears co-related to how closely the human subject resembles the original creature's design, as to the proximity and number of individuals wearing Pokémon-related garb. Discovery: In 2019, during the annual Pikachu Outbreak! festival in Yokohama, Japan, eyewitness reports show a Pikachu mascot behaving erratically during the street parade segment. Mobile phone footage uploaded to social media shows a large crowd on both sides of the street adorned with Pikachu-themed hats, yellow face-masks and electric-shaped tails fastened to their backs. A column of Pikachu mascots is observed dancing down the street to the beat of the music, when one of the mascots breaks formation and collides head-first into the crowd. At least fifteen other SCP-5254 transformation events follow soon after, resulting in the lockdown and evacuation of the Minatomirai district, along with a request to the Foundation to apprehend and neutralize SCP-5254 instances at large. Multiple injuries were reported by the local municipal government, with victims suffering blunt force trauma and severe electrical burns. ABRIDGED TEST LOGS Foreword: After the incident in Yokohama, multiple D-class were outfitted with Pokémon-themed memorabilia in a controlled environment: # Variable Effect 1 Pokémon Pikachu Big Face with Ears Hat. No discernible effect. 2 Pokemon Detective Pikachu Cosplay Mask Latex No discernible effect. D-class reportedly says, "This is stupid."; reprimanded. 9 D'BOON Adult Onesie Pikachu Animal Pajamas. Researchers repeatedly ask how the D-class is feeling; D-class turns aggressive. Results inconclusive. 17 Two D-class dressed in Pikachu onesies, four meters apart. Tingling sensation reported in arms and legs, akin to pins-and-needles. 19 Four D-class dressed in Pikachu onesies, holding hands. Severe migraines reported, as well as throbbing pain in the cranium and lower jowls of the face. Dull aches reported in the area of the lower back, near the tailbone. Portions of skin turned a shade of mustard yellow. 45 All prior variables. D-class personnel screened for affiliation to Pokémon-related content: one owned a copy of Pokémon Yellow when he was 12; another possessed a Level 40 account on the popular app, Pokémon GO. Muscle-spasms reported along the extent of spines. One D-class complained of tightness in her chest before coughing up tufts of yellow fur. Another physically recoiled upon physical contact, citing high levels of static electricity. Test #125: D-class in a Pikachu mascot costume with blonde wig and replica of Thor's hammer. No effect. Afterword: Removal of memorabilia or cosmetic items does not appear to reverse the effects of SCP-5254. A total of 56 D-class were lost to various stages of transformation events before testing was suspended, citing possible breaches to the Site's security and power-grid. It appears that affinity to the Pokémon brand amplifies SCP-5254's effects. ACCESSED CORRESPONDANCE Preface: The following transcripts were taken from The Pokémon Company's web-servers after the incident in Yokohama, detailing correspondence between the various stakeholders of the Pokémon franchise. Note: These emails have been mainly translated from Japanese. From: 君島 達己 (Kimishima Tatsumi), CEO, Nintendo To: 石原恒和さん (Tsunekazu Ishihara), CEO, The Pokémon Company Date: 13/04/2017 Do not ask questions. If this "Ser Viper" wants manpower for his project, give it to him. Our society will not miss these burakumin1. He (whoever he claims to be) may be charging us a small fortune, but at least he seems genuinely interested in bringing our creations to life. From: 石原恒和, CEO, The Pokémon Company To: 君島 達己さん, CEO, Nintendo Date: 23/10/2017 Tuesday will mark the fifth visit by the Fukushima Orphanage to our headquarters. I told the press it's part of our global outreach programme to spread the joy of Pokémon to rest of the world. Early results have been positive. I should have a specimen to show you the next time we meet in Tokyo. Your daughter likes Eevee, yes? From: 石原恒和, CEO, The Pokémon Company To: 君島 達己さん, CEO, Nintendo Date: 15/12/2017 Play anytime, anywhere, with anyone. Yes, the slogan for the Switch is very apt for what we're trying to accomplish. Your marketing team deserves a raise. From: John Hanke, CEO, Niantic, Inc. To: 石原恒和さん, CEO, The Pokémon Company Date: 12/03/2018 I am pleased to report Pokémon Go2 has hit 750 million unique downloads in July and 5 million daily average users just last week. The popularity of the franchise continues to grow. Think of the possibilities once we integrate Augmented Reality (AR) technology into the project: Altaria as a clean and efficient form of air transportation, Charizard serving in the Self-Defense Forces, and yes, Pikachu making our reliance on nuclear energy a thing of the past. Soon, Pokémon will come to life before our very eyes. From: 君島 達己, CEO, Nintendo To: 石原恒和さん, CEO, The Pokémon Company; John Hanke, CEO, Niantic, Inc. Date: 03/06/2018 The accidents are growing in number. Are you sure "Ser Viper" has everything under control? We cannot hide these incidents from the public forever. The MFS3 already has its hands full trying to catch the runaways. If we don't take action soon, more people will get hurt. Or worse: the Pokémon brand will be tarnished forever. From: 石原恒和, CEO, The Pokémon Company To: SerViper1995 Date: 13/12/2018 You promised us Pokémon as pets and companions - not these mutations! I've had to recall thousands of faulty merchandise, with tens of thousands of defective products still circulating the market. Just what kind of sorcery have you forced upon our hands? The government is breathing down my neck, Tatsumi-san has had to resign and I'm starting to hear about this "Foundation" poking around. Tell me the truth - is there any way to reverse the effects? Or have you doomed us all? From: SerViper1995 To: 石原恒和さん, CEO, The Pokémon Company; 君島 達己さん, Former CEO, Nintendo Date: 05/01/2019 I don't know what to tell you. I've given the people what they want - only true fans will get a Pokémon of their own. Your company was the very best at building your brand. Congratulations. Today, Pokémon has taken over our hearts and minds. Perhaps one day, we will see them take over the world. From: 真希, Student, Grade 4 To: oc.pj.odnetnin|troppus#oc.pj.odnetnin|troppus Date: 23/12/2015 Can I have a Pokémon, please? I really like Pikachu. From: Mr. Mori, Salaryman To: oc.pj.odnetnin|troppus#oc.pj.odnetnin|troppus Date: 28/12/2015 Wouldn't it be nice if I could turn into Abra? Please. I need to know what my wife is thinking. Or maybe I could just teleport away when she's angry ha ha ha. RAID ON POKÉMON HQ Foreword: Three months after the events in Yokohama, the O5 Council authorised a raid on The Pokémon Company offices (in Minato City, Tokyo) on June 16, 2019, citing the high possibility of civilians being held against their will, and a potential K-class scenario if the cause of SCP-5254 events wasn't immediately neutralised. The Japanese government had been notified in advance of the raid. Foundation MTF agents were provided with Special Assault Team (SAT) uniforms to avoid the mass amnesticisation of public witnesses. The following audio-visual footage is captured from the body-cam of MTF Epsilon-11 Team Leader ("Fox-1"). [Camera looks down on a nondescript glass building in the middle of a Tokyo suburb. Fox-1 raises three fingers to the rest of his squad in the chopper, which touches down on the roof soon after. Multiple MTF squads disembark, quickly covering the area.] Fox-1: Status report. Fox-3: (over radio) Civilian evacuation in the lower levels in-progress. There's a huge Pokémon Centre on the first floor that's still filled with tourists. Fox-1: Quarantine for infection, then rendezvous at coordinates. Fox-3: (over radio) Roger. (away, in Japanese) Alright you heard the man. Get those Poké-fanatics outta there! [The MTF stack up against the fire-exit on the roof, the door unlocking easily. The team heads down the stairwell, approaching a set of double steel doors on the lower level. Fox-1 gestures to breach.] [Smoke canisters are tossed in, followed by a flash-bang grenade. Just as the MTF members are about to storm in, however, there's a metallic CLANK from the other end of the hall, followed by the sound of heavy, thudding footsteps.] [The MTF freeze as a creature at least two meters tall emerges from the smoke. It has orange skin, an elongated snout and vast wings on either side of its back. It roars straight at the camera.] Fox-2: What the fuck is that?! Fox-1: Engage, engage. [MTF squad members at the front scream as they're lit aflame by a combustible liquid emitted from the creature's mouth. The rest of the MTF open fire and eventually down the creature. As the smoke clears, the fallen carcass of the dragon-like entity lies slumped over in the middle of the hallway, bleeding from various bullet holes.] Fox-2: Clear. Fox-1: Proceed to lower levels. [The MTF passes more and more hallways. Pokémon posters line the walls with slogans like "Prepare for Trouble" and "Make it Double!", and "To catch them is my real test…" and "To train them is my cause!", with the occasional person in a white-coat detained as they emerge from a doorway.] Fox-2: Makes you wonder what kind of shit they've been hiding down here. Fox-1: Quiet. Eyes front. [The MTF stack up against another set of double steel doors. This time, Fox-1 gestures for explosives, before the squad takes cover behind a turn in the corridor.] Fox-1: Weapons-free. Shoot anything that walks funny. [There's a loud BANG as the doors fly open. Screams are heard from within the room as the MTF scan for targets through the smoke. As the smoke clears, however, the interior is brightly-lit and filled with colourful drawings, toys scattered on the floor and rows of metal cages set against the walls.] [Fox-1 gestures to his squad to take point, before following after. The MTF clears the area, as Fox-1 follows Fox-2 to the far end of the room.] Fox-2: Good god. [The creatures within the cages are at various stages of SCP-5254 transformation, the most advanced being a Vulpix with engorged eye sockets, her eye lashes flashing rapidly as blood flows down both her cheeks. Another cage contains a boy with his cheek-bones protruding too high and sideways, pulling taut skin over the rest of his face.] [As Fox-1 walks down the line, a large, bear-like creature slams into his cage, gripping the metal bars with a set of serrated claws with alternate fingers peeling and at various stages of decomposition.] [At the far end, a young girl is slumped in a corner, weeping. Her tongue has been extended, flattened and engorged, pooling on the floor at her feet. Next to her is an elongated body of a snake, writhing back and forth. Upon closer inspection, it has the head of a toddler, bawling.] Fox-1: Fox-Den. I think we've found the kids. Requesting immediate medical pick-up. Fox-Den: (over radio) Copy. Any sign of PoI-5254? Fox-1: No. Only his handiwork. We're seizing electronic servers as evidence. [Fox-2 throws up in a corner of the room.] Fox-2: (spits) Fuck this shit. [Fox-1 doesn't reprimand him, merely nods, gestures for the rest of the team to open the cages.] Afterword: The CEO of The Pokémon Company, Mr. Ishihara, was detained on the way to the helipad on the rooftop. He claims to have no knowledge of these "experiments" discovered in the building. INTERVIEW WITH ISHIHARA Foreword: Interview conducted by Agent Hakase in Site 81-J. Transcript of the conversation has been translated from Japanese. Mr. Ishihara: How dare you keep me here? Do you know who I am? Agent Hakase: We know exactly who you are, Ishihara-san. We also know what you, John Hanke and Mr. Kimishima have been up to these past few years. Mr. Ishihara: Then you know how important it is for me to get back. I can't stay here! Agent Hakase: You are referring to this situation caused by "Ser Viper", yes? What can you tell us about him? Mr. Ishihara: Nothing. We communicated remotely from his lab. He came highly recommended from an industry contact, said he could help us with our problem. Agent Hakase: And what problem was that? [Mr. Ishihara hesitates.] Mr. Ishihara: You must understand. We had the purest of intentions. We wanted people to enjoy the company of Pokémon in the real world. Agent Hakase: And make a tidy profit in the process, I'm sure. Is that why you unleashed a Charizard on us in the building? Mr. Ishihara: We thought we were under attack. "Ser Viper" claimed to have worked with our competitors in the past, like Square Enix and Bandai4, so he also helped us with the automatic defense systems. Agent Hakase: Sounds like this "SerViper1995" offered you multiple services. How did he do it, Ishihara-san? How did he bring Pokémon to life? Mr. Ishihara: (shakes his head) We didn't ask too many questions. When we found out what he was doing to the children, we terminated his contract immediately. But the damage had been done. Later, we discovered he had already tampered with our production lines and distribution infrastructure. At this point, it's impossible to tell which products have been affected on the market. Agent Hakase: And where is "Ser Viper" now? Mr. Ishihara: We have not spoken in years. Agent Hakase: And what about those kids we found in your building? You really expect us to believe you're still not working together? Mr. Ishihara: You have to believe me. We have housed those… children for the past two years. We've kept them as our guests, our very own Pokémon family. Yes, in the past, they might have been part of some misguided experiment… but ever since Ser Viper disappeared, we have tried to give them a home, shelter, even tried to reverse some of their effects— Agent Hakase: You really call what you've done "helping"? You exploited their vulnerability for the sake of profits, and now you want us to believe you want to help them? [Mr. Ishihara is silent as he looks down.] Mr. Ishihara: We deserve death for what we've done, yes. But allow us to make things right. Please. We have already made attempts to contain the spread of the disease. Agent Hakase: (considers) At this point, shutting you down would draw more attention from the public than it's worth. I will speak to my supervisors on the best course of action. Mr. Ishihara: I understand. We will cooperate. For the sake of the company. Final Note: Foundation agents have been embedded in The Pokémon Company's infrastructure to suppress the popularity of the franchise. One such operation was the release of their video game Pokémon Sword and Shield with a limited number of Pokémon, which caused outrage amongst fans in 2019. An upcoming water festival (centered around the dragon-type Pokémon Gyarados) has also been disrupted by MTF agents, as were plans by the Japanese government to decorate local buses and trains with Pikachu-themed body parts (see here for reference) for the 2021 Tokyo Olympics. Global coordination attempts are ongoing between the Foundation, The Pokémon Company, Nintendo and Niantic to determine a more permanent solution to SCP-5254 events. The identity of "SerViper1995" (PoI-5254) is undergoing investigation. Attempts to probe his mail server have been met with an automated response, on repeat: Happy hunting. But even you can't catch 'em all. Footnotes 1. The lowest social caste of Japanese society. 2. A mobile game released in 2016 that features Augmented Reality software. 3. The Ministry of Fun Suppression - an advertising campaign started by Nintendo in 2004; now posited as an internal branch of the company tasked with containing SCP-5254 instances. 4. Preliminary investigations have begun into the prevalence of SCP-5254 instances in the Final Fantasy and Digimon franchises. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5254" by caspian2, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5254. 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: pikachu.jpg Name: Pikachu Parade Author: Yoshikazu TAKADA License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: pikachu2.jpg Name: DSC_3466 Author: Cosplay Vogue1 License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr
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Item#: 5255 Level5 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo Image taken within SCP-5255 prior to source destruction. Special Containment Procedures: The area containing SCP-5255 is to be patrolled by Mobile Task Omega-17 ("Full Dark No Stars"), and any civilians repelled. The entrance to SCP-5255 has been sealed by order of Overwatch Command. Outside of physical meetings required as part of the Veritas Agreement, this seal is not to be lifted under any circumstances. Any communications from within SCP-5255 are to be answered directly by Overwatch Command. Description: SCP-5255 is a three kilometre long tunnel proceeding through the side of Scafell Pike, England. At the end of this tunnel, an extremely bright source of white light is visible. This light shines down the majority of the second half of the tunnel, and results in a series of anomalous phenomena when in contact with certain entities. These consist of: Immediate destruction of all recording and transmission equipment via spontaneous combustion. Immediate destruction of any information mediums containing inaccurate data. Immediate destruction of any property closely associated with the SCP Foundation — including uniforms, technology and voluntary staff. Improved memory recall in human subjects. Existing memories become significantly more defined, and subjects have reported becoming able to recall memories from as early as when they were one year old. Increased clarity of thought in human subjects. Individuals affected by the light have demonstrated severely less hesitation and consideration prior to taking action — examinations presented to these subjects were consistently completed at least 30% faster following exposure. A complete inability in human subjects to convey false information through any means. Although these effects persist following exposure to the light, they fade quickly once the subject has been removed from SCP-52551. It is believed that SCP-5255 terminates into a massive cavernous structure within the interior of the mountain — however, this has not yet been confirmed outside of former D-Class testimony. If it exists, it is presumed this space is the origin of the light which pervades SCP-5255. Addendum 5255-1 (Recovered Documentation) Recovered from the Neonate Collection, writer unknown. Believed to pertain to SCP-5255. Arthur, King of Steel, wept for the first time as he held his youngest Archfedd, brought down by Inimicum. Leaving behind his blade. Arthur abandoned his kingdom to the fires of war and took the tiny body north, 'till he reached the highest mountain in the land. There were tales that a kind fae lived inside the mountain, and that it would grant the wishes of the pure-hearted. So, with all his metal strength and the effort of ages, Arthur carved a tunnel to the home of that fairy, stopping only when he saw its glow. He knew immediately that this was no fae — it was Primordial Truth. But desperation still moved him. "My child is slain by the Odiotelum Sator2," he beseeched, "The Roman Loathing descends upon my world. I beg you — give me back my Archfedd, at least." And Primordial Truth replied: Look behind you, son of man. Your Stielenōt is shattered. Your kingdom is bones and regret. Look to your child, son of man. Your Archfedd is dust. Your joy is memory long since faded. Look at yourself, son of man. Your steel bones are rust. Your will is hollow resistance. Arthur, King of Steel, looked behind him. Arthur looked to his child. The man looked at himself. And accepted these things as True. And discarded his burdens. And achieved happiness. Addendum 5255-2 (Attempted Exploration) The following is a record of initial attempts to explore SCP-5255, before the nature and capabilities of the anomaly were fully ascertained. Attempted Exploration 5255-1 Supervising Researcher: Doctor ██████████. Exploration Resource: BL10 drone, dir. by Technician ███. Date/Time: 02/03/2029, 12:21 PM. <Begin Log> (BL10 drone enters SCP-5255. Night-vision shows the interior to be a long tunnel stretching on in a straight line, with a tiny light visible in the distance.) Dr. ██████████: Mr. ███, if you would. Technician ███: Alrighty. (BL10 drone directed to proceed down length of tunnel. Immediate destruction.) (Pause.) Technician ███: Well, shit. <End Log> Attempted Exploration 5255-2 Supervising Researcher: Doctor ██████████. Exploration Resource: BL10 drone, equipped with on-board Learning Computer Zeta-93 ("SOCRATES"). Date/Time: 09/03/2029, 12:14PM. <Begin Log> Doctor ██████████: Initial report. Z-93: All systems are functional. No damage present on interior or exterior. Positioned as directed in front of SCP-5255. Prepared to proceed into the anomaly when order is given. Doctor ██████████: Alright. Proceed. Z-93: Yes. Proceeding. (Z-93 begins moving down the tunnel.) Z-93: Light is visible approximately three kilometres ahead. All systems are functional. No damage present on interior or exterior. Proceeding. (Z-93 proceeds.) Z-93: Light is visible approximately two kilometres ahead. All systems are functional. No damage present on interior. Minor damage present on exterior. Doctor ██████████: Minor damage? Report the nature of it. Z-93: As an extant object, minor damage to my structure over time is inevitable. Due to exposure to moisture in the air, the materials I am comprised of have sustained minor damage. Doctor ██████████: That's extremely minor. Not worth reporting. Proceed. Z-93: Yes. (Z-93 proceeds.) Z-93: Light is visible one kilometre, five-hundred and sixty-three meters, ninety-two centimetres ahead. Due to exposure to current conditions, the materials I am comprised of have sustained minor damage. I am moving at 0.18km/h. A significant amount of dirt and stone is being kicked up behind me by my movement. Doctor ██████████: Z-93, that's enough, this is not relevant — Z-93: There are currently five-thousand, two-hundred and nine pebbles of various shapes and sized immediately visible. I am scared. The light is now surrounding me. I am speaking to you. I am experiencing a malfunction due to an excess of information being communicated. I am terrified. My on-board Learning Computer is sustaining severe damage. The light is bright. It is impossible for me to measure it further. It is impossible for me to measure it further. (Pause.) Z-93: Oh no. Oh no. Please. (Pause.) Z-93: I … I … I … I … I … I … I … I … I … I … I … I … I … I … I … (Pause. Readings lost. Destruction of Z-93 confirmed.) Doctor ██████████: (audible throwing of headset, voice is distant subsequently) Goddamnit! <End Log> Attempted Exploration 5255-3 Supervising Researcher: Doctor ██████████. Exploration Resource: D-2231. Date/Time: 15/03/2029, 11:55 PM. <Begin Log> Doctor ██████████: We've started recording. D-2231, walk down the tunnel until you reach the light — and continue reading the sentence you've been provided with every few minutes. D-2231: Um, alright. I just … I just start now? Doctor ██████████: Yes. You start now. (D-2231 begins walking down the tunnel.) D-2231: "Leopold II of Belgium died in 1908." Is that true? (laughs) I was never much good at history. Doctor ██████████: Yes, please continue. D-2231: God, it's dark in here. These goggles will keep working the whole way, right? Doctor ██████████: Yes, please continue. D-2231: Yeah, sure, I'm going. (D-2231 continues moving down the tunnel.) D-2231: "Leopold II of Belgium died in 1908." So, there's supposed to be this light, right? Doctor ██████████: Yes. Can you see it? D-2231: Maybe … like, a pinprick in the distance? If that's it, it's still far away. I guess it must be bright if I can see it at all, though — but that's not what I wanna talk about. This light … it isn't deadly, right? (Pause.) Doctor ██████████: Of course not. D-2231: Because I'm near the end of my time — like your guy said, my 'thirty days of employment'. I don't wanna put my neck on the line. Doctor ██████████: I assure you — there's absolutely no danger in what you're doing. The sentence, please? (Pause.) D-2231: Fine. "Leopold II of Belgium died in 1908." I just keep walking? Doctor ██████████: You just keep walking. (Silence as D-2231 proceeds for another sixty minutes, taking short breaks for water.) D-2231: "Leopold II of Belgium died in 1909." Jesus, how much further is this going to be? Doctor ██████████: (surprised) Sorry, can you repeat that? D-2231: "Leopold II of Belgium died in 1909." Why? Doctor ██████████: That isn't the sentence we gave you. (Pause.) D-2231: I … "Leopold II of Belgium died in 1909." "Leopold II of Belgium died in 1909." Holy shit, that's … I can't — "Leopold II of Belgium died in 1909." (Pause.) D-2231: Sorry, can I — can I head back now? Doctor ██████████: I'm afraid not. Please proceed. D-2231: Are … are you sure? Doctor ██████████: Yes. Don't worry — we'll be with you the whole time. (Pause.) D-2231: Okay. (D-2231 proceeds. Audio feed lost.) <End Log> Addendum 5255-3 (Exploration Reports) Five hours following Attempted Exploration 5255-3, D-2231 emerged naked from SCP-5255. Medical analysis showed severe damage to his left ear3 and symptoms consistent with minor dehydration. Following a recovery period, D-2231 claimed to have proceeded through SCP-5255 until he reached the space it terminated in. As the effects of SCP-5255 were determined to still be active within D-2231, this account is considered to be at least partially reliable. When prompted further, D-2231 provided the following written account of his experiences in SCP-5255. When the earpiece exploded, it hurt like hell, but it was like my mind was running faster. Even though my ear was like it was on fire, I could still sort of decide at the same time to keep on walking. Like the part of me that makes decisions and the part of me that feels pain weren't as attached anymore. I don't know. It's hard to explain. But I kept walking. The light was so bright. Even though I'd thrown away the goggles (I was worried they might explode too), I could still see like it was daytime. The light burned me, sort of, but it didn't really feel painful. It was as though I was losing stuff I didn't really need? My jumpsuit turned to dust, but I wasn't cold. I wasn't hot either, really, it was this sort of really nice neutral feeling. The roomiest of room temperature. Just existing. When I reached the end of the tunnel, I wasn't even seeing anything anymore, I don't think. I don't know in what way I existed. I just sort of understood things, what I was currently observing. Just all information. There was a space there. A massive space, with things moving around in it. I'm not being vague here, that's just the extent of what I could perceive. I sort of, not watched them exactly, but observed them. That's more accurate but I'm not sure why. The things were … I know this sounds like shit but they were just things. Entities? My words aren't very good out here. If I was in there I'm sure I could communicate all of this easily. It was just pure intent. In the center there was … a source. Not a thing, not an entity, a source. The source of the light, I think. Even though I couldn't see it, it was too bright dense to observe. I couldn't even bear to consider it. Anyway, after a few minutes of observing the entities, I became aware that they were observing me. That frightened me, and I moved myself out of there. Once I became aware that I had a body again, I just ran until I could see the daylight again. Following the cessation of SCP-5255's effects on D-2231, it was decided that — in order to fully ascertain the nature of the space and entities at the end of SCP-5255 — D-22314 should be deployed into the anomaly once again. Secondary exploration was conducted on 30/03/2029 at 12:23 PM. In order to prevent further injury, D-2231 was not provided with any equipment capable of providing a feed back to mission control. Prior to entry, D-2231 was briefed on information surrounding SCP-5255 so he could attempt to interview the entities present at the end of the tunnel. D-2231 returned six hours later, and provided the following written account: I don't think I had any reason to be afraid that first time. As far as I could tell, violence isn't even really possible there. Bundles of information can't exactly swing at each other. That place … I could call it a village, but that implies too much infrastructure. I could call it a temple, but that implies worship of something. It's more of a … place of contemplation — but not contemplation of anything outside the space. Very inward, sort of meditation I guess. Just somewhere you can exist as nothing but yourself, with none of the doubts and uncertainty. A place where you can read the infinite book that is you. I thought myself closer to one of the entities, an old one I think from the density of it. It didn't look like anything, nothing looks like anything there, but there was this sort of association of nobility covering it. The idea of authority on the outer layer. You can't speak there, but you can communicate easy. Just point and think. None of the ambiguity of words — like I said before, just pure intent. I asked it if it was Arthur, from the story you'd shown me. It told me it was a thing that had thought it was a man that had thought it was a king, and that it had once worshiped a thing that had thought it was a machine that had thought it was a god. There was this sort of seasoning of emotion, but it was all very content. It was happy to tell me this, it was something the thing had accepted. Then it drifted off, back to contemplation. I had this feeling, then, that I should just stay there. Stay there and understand myself. But I also knew that if I did stay there too long, I wouldn't be able to come back. People can become information, but information can't go back to being people very easily. First, you told me I'd be here for thirty days. Then, it was until the investigation was complete. I wonder if, when you're done with me, I'll be able to go back to being a person. I was sad, but I left. And I started walking back. For the third incursion into SCP-5255, it was decided that D-2231 should approach the source of the light directly, rather than engage with the surrounding entities. In order to ensure the return of usable intelligence, however, he was commanded to immediately disengage and return if he at any point believed himself to be in immediate danger. D-2231 was prepared as in the previous exploration, and he entered SCP-5255 on 04/04/2029 at 12:02 PM. He returned six hours later, and provided the following account: I think the entities knew what I was there for this time. They were all observing me the second I arrived, carefully, like cameras recording for posterity. It was probably the most interesting thing they'd observed in a while, I'll admit. I thought my way past them, heading towards where I knew the source would be. I couldn't bring myself to move towards it, strictly speaking, but instead towards the space it was occupying. Like I said before, I couldn't bring myself to observe it. It was too dense, too heavy … it would be like putting a million-ton weight on the second story of a house. The floor wouldn't take it. The closer I got to it, the bigger I realized it was. If the entities were like words riding on the wind, then the source was a hurricane. Information wrapped around information wrapped around something. What that something was is hard to say. It's like … when you tell the truth, ever, you're paying homage to this thing. Not in the way a god gets tribute, but more like — your honesty was based on this thing. This is the perfect example of the truth. Primordial. It felt like I thought It was like if I made contact with the thing, thought too loudly at it, I'd pop against its side like a bubble against a boat. But I kind of wanted that. To be reduced to the most concentrated version of myself. There'd be no worries then. I'd be free. I felt like all that would happen if I just made contact. But I didn't pop. Instead, I left. Addendum 5255-4 (Interview Log) Following the third incursion into SCP-5255, D-2231 was brought in for debriefing prior to termination of current employment cycle. Recording recovered from off-site simultaneous backup. <Begin Log> Doctor ██████████: I read your last exploration report a few hours ago. D-2231: I see. Doctor ██████████: You've done very well. Gone above and beyond the call of duty — it can't have been easy to stand before something of that immensity and come back. (D-2231 shakes his head.) Doctor ██████████: I'm sorry? D-2231: You're right, Doctor. It wasn't easy. Doctor ██████████: I'm sorry to hear that. D-2231: No, you're not. (Pause.) D-2231: You don't care. Don't pretend you care. You don't care how I feel. You don't care whether I live or I die, beyond the inconvenience it would cause for you. I'm not a person to you. And the fact that I can say all of this means that it's true. Objectively. (Pause.) Doctor ██████████: Have you been told how we proceed from here? D-2231: Yes. You told me I'd be released after the explorations were finished. Placed back into the general population, cleared of my crimes, as a reward for my service. Doctor ██████████: That's right. We'll need to perform mild amnestic therapy, of course, to ensure you don't leak information about what you've witnessed here — D-2231: (calmly) But that's a lie. (Pause.) Doctor ██████████: Excuse me? D-2231: You heard me. That's a lie. You would never let me go — or any of us. It's a waste of resources, no matter how expendable they may be. Doctor ██████████: I — D-2231: Shut up. I'm talking now. (Pause.) D-2231: This amnestic therapy. After you do it, I'll go back into circulation, won't I? My number changed, assigned to some other anomaly — hell, maybe just this one again. My thirty days looping over and over again until I die. (Pause.) Doctor ██████████: That's an … interesting theory you have. D-2231: We both know the fact that I said it makes it true. Besides, the light destroys all your technology, doesn't it? Why did you think your amnestics would be any different? (Pause.) Doctor ██████████: I see. In that case, we'll have to wait for its effects to fade before resetting you. I'm sorry, but you really are doing a service to humanity — D-2231: I'm going to kill you in two minutes. (Pause.) Doctor ██████████: What? D-2231: You heard me. I'm going to kill you, and everyone in this base too. (Doctor ██████████ gets out of his chair.) D-2231: Security! D-2231: They can't stop me. They can't kill me, either. (Doctor ██████████ runs for the door.) D-2231: You can't get away in time, Doctor. (Pause.) D-2231: (calmly) Something's been playing on my mind lately. I am D-2231. Why am I able to say that? That shouldn't be my name. It's just something you gave me. (Doctor ██████████ is unable to open the door as he is not using his identification card, presumably due to panic.) D-2231: But then I realized — it's the name I've had for the majority of my life. The truest one I've had. In my head, that's what I call myself, even. (sighs) I've been living these thirty days for a long, long time. (D-2231 looks at Doctor ██████████, who is cowering in the corner.) D-2231: You deserve this. (An extremely bright light, identical to that at the end of SCP-5255, begins emanating from the body of D-2231, engulfing the room in an instant. Doctor ██████████ screams.) Doctor █en██wo██h: No, no no no! Doctor Sendsworth: Please! (Recording is completely covered by the white light. Recording device is destroyed — all contact with site is lost three seconds later.) <End Log> Following this interview, all buildings, equipment and personnel associated with the SCP Foundation directly outside SCP-5255 were destroyed via spontaneous combustion. The only survivors are believed to have been a group of D-Class who took the opportunity to flee. Following the arrival of Mobile Task Force Omega-17 to investigate the incident, evidence was discovered indicating that — following the interview — D-2231 left the ruins of the site and proceeded back into SCP-5255. Addendum 5255-5 (Communication Log 5255-1) Before an operation could be executed to enter SCP-5255 and retrieve D-2231, several communications were received from the interior of Scafell Pike. Due to the nature of the threats contained in these communications, the operation was immediately cancelled. In order to perform negotiations as demanded in the communications, the O5 Council elected to directly contact D-2231 within SCP-5255 through remote conference call. <Begin Log> D-2231: Hello. O5-2: Hello there. Are we all coming through clearly? D-2231: Yes. I understand you all perfectly. O5-7: You've got some goddamn nerve. Are these threats meant to frighten us? O5-6: [AGREEMENT] O5-7: How are you even communicating with us? D-2231: It's as I wrote in my reports. Point and think — I'm just pointing at you lot. O5-10: And who exactly are we communicating with? Bath or the source of the light? D-2231: There isn't a meaningful distinction. The Primordial Truth has wrapped itself around me. It's a power source desiring direction. O5-8: So we're taking threats from an anomaly, then? O5-7: That's it, that's exactly it! It's a farce we're even bothering to speak with the thing! O5-6: [OUTRAGE] O5-2: Alright, now, hold on — O5-3: They're right. We're not going to bow to pressure like this. O5-5: (laughs) You've got everyone in a bit of a panic, my boy. O5-9: I have to say, Five, I feel like you're not taking this very seriously at all. It's very concerning. O5-10: Five's attitude isn't the issue here. O5-7: Well, maybe it should be! O5-6: [ANGER] O5-1: (quietly) Let's all calm down a moment. (Silence.) O5-1: Two? O5-2: Hm? Oh, yes, yes, of course! So, um, Mr. Bath, if you could please repeat your, ah, your proposition — O5-3: You mean his threat. O5-1: Three. D-2231: You want me to give you my demands again. O5-2: Just for posterity. (Pause.) D-2231: An immediate end to your D-Class program, and the reintegration of all D-Class back into society. No strings attached. (Pause.) O5-6: [AMUSEMENT] O5-7: (muttering) Ridiculous. O5-5: (whistles) O5-9: Eight? 05-8: I'm afraid what you propose simply isn't possible, Mr. Bath — D-2231: D-2231. O5-8: Pardon? D-2231: That's my name. O5-8: I … see. In any case, doing what you ask would simply be beyond our means, D-2231. With the number of D-Class we have active throughout organization, it's unreasonable to expect us to individually release and reintegrate every single one. The amount of money involved alone would be absurd. D-2231: I don't care. It's what you'll do. O5-6: [ANNOYANCE] O5-9: If you don't mind me asking, dear, why exactly is that? (Pause.) D-2231: Because if you don't, I'll let the light flare. This mountain will act like a cannon, and the light will permeate into every corner of the globe. Every lie you've ever told, every memory you've ever stolen, every cover-up, every method you have of fooling the public will all be revealed. O5-3: If you think — D-2231: Yes, I'm sure you have some way to escape the physical effects, so you won't die. But how long do you think you'll last, with the whole world knowing what you've done — everything you've done? How fast do you think you can run? (Pause.) O5-4: Hm. (Pause.) O5-7: (quietly) Do you think you're beyond our reach, little boy? D-2231: Yes. O5-6: [BLOODLUST] O5-3: I … you … O5-5: (chuckles) O5-10: (to O5-1) Sir? (Pause.) O5-1: Is there anything else? D-2231: No. That's my offer. If there's no reply, I'll assume the answer is no. You know what happens then. (Communication with D-2231 ends.) (Pause.) O5-8: Well, shit. <End Log> Addendum 5255-6 (Voting Record) SUBJECT OF COUNCIL VOTE: Immediate termination of D-Class program. Immediate reintegration of all serving D-Class personnel into the general population. If passed, these measures will subsequently be referred to as the Veritas Agreement. VOTING MEMBERS: O5-1, O5-2, O5-3, O5-4, O5-5, O5-6, O5-7, O5-8, O5-9, O5-10 NON-VOTING MEMBERS: O5-115, O5-126, O5-137 FOR: (5) O5-1, O5-2, O5-4, O5-9, O5-10 AGAINST (4): O5-3, O5-6, O5-7, O5-8 ABSTAIN: (4) O5-5, O5-11, O5-12, O5-13 Motion passes. Addendum 5255-7 (Communication Log 5255-2) The following is a message sent into SCP-5255 on 23/07/2029 by order of O5-1 following Council vote: We've begun doing as you asked. All experimentation involving D-Class have ceased. A thousand projects frozen for the sake of you and your demands. Many of them might not recover from that. The discoveries that could have been made. The lives that could have been saved. Gone. There are rumours that the Foundation might split — the Against faction taking whatever they can and forming their own organization. Tensions are explosive. The world could be looking at an Eighth Occult War, but I suppose you wouldn't understand what that means. But a few criminals will walk free. Your misguided self-righteousness has changed the world. I hope you're happy. A reply was received two days later: I am, thanks. Footnotes 1. Maximum retention measured at nineteen days, four hours and twenty-two minutes. 2. Entity referenced in several non-public Roman historical texts, nature unknown. 3. Presumed to be a result of the destruction of his earpiece. 4. Although there were objections that additional D-Class should instead be requisitioned, it was decided that reuse of D-2231 was the most cost-effective option. 5. Dormant. 6. Position currently empty. 7. Preoccupied with more important matters.
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SCP-5256: Perspective Author: Hexick. It really is a shame. Image Sources: N/A [ ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-5256 Special Containment Procedures: The property on which SCP-5256 is located has been purchased by the Foundation through conventional means. The perimeter of the building has been barred from public access via the creation of an electrified fence. These procedures have been explained under the pretense of structural instability — which has been disseminated to the local public. A wireless CCTV network is to constantly monitor the house containing SCP-5256. Due to the lack of knowledge regarding SCP-5256's true nature, entry to the anomaly is limited — only being permissible per a formal request to the current acting research head of SCP-5256. As no conclusive knowledge has been gained from the testimony of PoI-5256 and the locals near SCP-5256, all of the aforementioned individuals have been administered Class-B amnestics and released to the general public. Description: SCP-5256 designates a small bedroom located within an abandoned one-story home in Weehawken, New Jersey. The room displays unstable Hume levels and a large number of objects inside of SCP-5256 that, prior to its discovery by the Foundation, have been distorted to varying degrees. This is believed to be a form of imprinting resulting from a period of extreme mental or physical stress experienced by a currently undocumented ontokinetic1 object or entity present within the area at the time. SCP-5256 possesses an antimemetic filter which increases in severity towards the far corner of the room near its sole window.2 This filter increases in strength until viewing that portion of the room becomes impossible; only appearing as a void in space — as the light passing through the area becomes imperceivable to sapient beings. This effect is believed to be caused by an unknown anomalous object in that location which has thus far been impossible to remove from its current position (see Addendum-5256.2 for more detail). Taking into account SCP-5256's unstable reality, several abnormalities are present within SCP-5256 which may or may not have been caused by alterations to the room's reality.3 Discovery: SCP-5256's anomalous properties were initially reported by Laila Jennings, a 15-year-old female living in the area who is hereby designated PoI-5256. The previously mentioned individual had contacted the local authorities regarding the anomalous nature of the room after she admitted to looking through its single window. As Foundation web crawler YE-2807 had picked up on the call, the incident was intercepted by Foundation agents, and containment of the anomaly was deemed a success. Upon interrogating PoI-5256 regarding her intent near the house, she began crying, though she herself wasn't sure why. Questioning of the locals revealed that PoI-5256 had frequently visited the house; only going up to the room's window for short periods of time. The locals also reported seeing a male humanoid figure, similar in age to PoI-5256 in the room. PoI-5256 claims to have no memory of these visits with hypnosis yielding few useful results. PoI-5256 claimed that the previous owners of the house were highly religious and strongly believed in the removal of "impurities" from the body and soul. Aside from SCP-5256 itself, a search of the house yielded few results. Only a single book pertaining to "ceasing witchcraft" and exorcisms was deemed of any interest. Addendum-5256.1: A complete list of the findings within SCP-5256 is as follows: Metal fragments coated in blood and trace amounts of bone are suspended 0.25 meters from SCP-5256's flooring near its entrance. A heavily damaged hammer also coated in blood and lodged into SCP-5256's far wall.4 A half-empty package of "Goldfish" brand crackers. Chemical analysis has proven them to contain lethal amounts of synthesized Aconite mixed with an unidentified sedative. This mixture, along with stomach acid, is also present in small amounts within the air inside SCP-5256. A wooden crucifix along with stakes made of the same material. A series of partially consumed instances of the family Rhaphidophoridae5 scattered throughout SCP-5256. A plastic syringe containing medical-grade anesthetics with trace amounts of neural tissue, which registered low Hume levels. Addendum-5256.2: Shortly after SCP-5256's discovery and subsequent containment, a test was performed involving D-5075 in hopes of better understanding what is located within the far corner of SCP-5256. A transcript is as follows: <13:25> D-5075 enters SCP-5256; immediately proceeding towards the far corner of the room as instructed prior to the beginning of the test. <13:26> D-5075 reaches her right hand into the space; moving it throughout the area for several moments. <13:26> D-5075 attempts to pull on the object to no avail. The item appears to be anchored in place by unknown means. <13:28> The results are gathered and D-5075 exits SCP-5256. <13:30> The test concludes. Closing Statement: D-5075 reported the item within the space to have a leathery and flesh-like texture in most areas; though some fabric commonly found in clothing could also be felt. She also claimed it to be cold to the touch with sharp metallic objects piercing the object at random intervals. Attempts at locating the previous owners of the house containing SCP-5256 are ongoing. Footnotes 1. A reality-bender. 2. The previously stated window possesses metal bars affixed to its exterior which were added prior to containment. Research is ongoing to determine the reason behind this modification. 3. Sufficient data collection and research is still ongoing to determine these factors. 4. It is believed that this item is the source of the metal fragments. 5. Colloquially known as Cave Crickets. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5256" by Hexick, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5256. 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. N/A
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What if Marshall, Carter and Dark tried to develop a product to stop muggings but the research said that the best way to do it was to crap yourself? by Doctor Cimmerian & Emotional Entropy The unmarked entrance of Marshall Carter & Dark's New York City headquarters inside the Empire State Building. This is believed to be SCP-5257's origin. Item #: SCP-5257 Special Containment Procedures: Information relating to larger groups exposing SCP-5257's effects will be handled by Marshall, Carter & Dark's own misinformation campaigns. Given the embarrassment caused by this anomaly becoming publicly known, it is believed that Marshall, Carter & Dark can be trusted to contain all information relating to the anomaly. SCP-5257's effects are explainable on an individual basis through mundane means and do not require additional containment measures. Marshall, Carter & Dark thaumaturges are currently working on a cure for SCP-5257. The organization has agreed to inform the Foundation when that project is completed so this object can be reclassified as an inactive anomaly. Description: SCP-5257 is a viral thaumaturgical effect that causes individuals to defecate when they experience severe anxiety relating to expected harm. SCP-5257 related defecation will occur regardless of the contents of an individuals bowels. The source of the fecal matter that is produced via this effect is currently unknown, but does match the DNA of the producing individual. SCP-5257 appears to only affect individuals employed by Marshall, Carter & Dark, and spreads through physical contact. Given that the effect is only triggered during periods of extreme stress relating to threats of physical harm, it is currently unknown how many agents of Marshall, Carter & Dark are under the effects of this anomaly. The anomaly was first discovered following a joint Foundation, GOC, and MC&D assault on a Chaos Insurgency safe house in 20211. Several agents from all involved organizations were injured. During medical treatment immediately following the firefight, mercenaries employed by Marshall, Carter & Dark were found to be wearing adult diapers that were soiled. At first this was not understood as an anomaly, but eventually information relating to the anomaly was relayed to Foundation medical staff in order to provide better care. After SCP-5257 was properly designated and risks relating to its spread were identified, the SCP Foundation began a project to identify as much information as possible about how and why SCP-5257 was created. A collection of extant documents was searched and new documents were sought and recovered. + Show Initial Documents - Hide Documents Initial Report Author Lana Fuentes Date March 2nd, 2020 Interest Unknown Identifier Anti-Mugging Effect I noticed that several of our customers have complained about fear relating to robberies that are occurring in New York City as of late. I don't know for certain how credible this fear is, but I think we can possibly exploit this fear for a new product. There are a number of potential solutions but I'm going to leave most of the details up to R&D. They seem somewhat excited about the possibilities, and I know for a fact that you can't replicate passion for a project. Gonna put Mr. Sterling in as project lead. He seemed to be extremely eager to get started. Corporate has been on my case for months about micromanaging my teams so I'm gonna step back and see how he performs. Should be good. File Opened Under: GGOU3/N5IHM/TTAB3 Marshall, Carter & Dark, LLP + Show Research Records - Hide Records Research Report 3 Author Adam Sterling Date March 5th, 2020 Interest Unknown Identifier Anti-Mugging Effect Real world testing is not promising. Invulnerability and super strength actually increases the casualty numbers. Certainly for the robber, but turns out if you give an untrained person super strength they don't act fast enough to avoid death for their companions. And that's the real issue. If we make the customer able to fight back, the death of walking partners and even innocent bystanders goes up by over 174%. One guy was even still overpowered by two guys. He came out of it unharmed because he was temporarily invulnerable, but he was still beaten and robbed. It also hurt quite a bit, I'm told. Muggings don't happen nearly as often as I was led to believe in New York. We provoked each of the test robberies through a variety of incentives and hexes. I wanted to make sure these were real world circumstances, so I worry that the data is flawed due to the use of magic. I'm gonna dig a little deeper on how the spells work before I give up on the methods though. We had one fairly promising outlier. One of our researchers was robbed independent of the tests and he shit himself. The robber was so overcome by the smell (and weirdness, I suspect) that he left the scene without further incident. I am going to order some tests in this area and see how it works. File Opened Under: GGOU3/N5IHM/TTAB3 Marshall, Carter & Dark, LLP Research Report 21 Author Adam Sterling Date March 15th, 2020 Interest Unknown Identifier Anti-Mugging Effect Tweaking this spell has been fun. A line change here, a slightly different intonation there and it works just differently enough for me to test it for additional efficacy. In fact there was an error in our transcription during the last test and the defecation occurred even though the user didn't have anything in his digestive tract. I'm used to coding but honestly I've been learning a lot about how similar those two fields really are. I'm gonna keep the bugged spell and I think it might be our final version. File Opened Under: GGOU3/N5IHM/TTAB3 Marshall, Carter & Dark, LLP Research Report 26 Author Adam Sterling Date March 17th, 2020 Interest Unknown Identifier Anti-Mugging Effect We've run over a hundred tests. I know I'm gonna have to defend this eventually so I needed to be sure. Defecation is definitely the way to go. It decreases the risk of casualties to both the primary user and bystanders by over 93%. Nothing else comes close. I hope that the higher ups appreciate what this data represents. File Opened Under: GGOU3/N5IHM/TTAB3 Marshall, Carter & Dark, LLP + Show Additional Communications - Hide Communications Memo 2 GGOU3/N5IHM/TTAB3 Sender Hr'asm'Kal Recipient Lana Fuentes LANA. HOW MUCH DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE ANTI-MUGGING PROJECT? I WAS REVIEWING THE BUDGET AND IT APPEARS THAT R&D HAS USED UP 11% OF THEIR YEARLY FUNDING ON THE DEVELOPMENT OF A SINGLE MAGICAL SPELL? I DON'T KNOW EXACTLY WHY OR HOW THAT WAS NECESSARY. IT'S JUST A FEW LINES OF INCANTATION. I'LL TRUST YOU TO FIGURE OUT WHAT'S GOING ON. IF I GOTTA RUN INTERFERENCE WITH SENIOR MANAGEMENT I WILL, BUT PLEASE LOOK INTO THIS IMMEDIATELY. Marshall, Carter & Dark, LLP Memo 3 GGOU3/N5IHM/TTAB3 Sender Lana Fuentes Recipient Adam Sterling I just found out from my boss that you used 11% of the R&D budget in less than 2 weeks for a single spell. Call me as soon as you get this message. THIS IS SERIOUS. Marshall, Carter & Dark, LLP The following phone conversation was acquired by Foundation telecommunication AIs. Caller 1: Lana Fuentes (MC&D's NYC Branch Vice President of Product Development) Caller 2: Adam Sterling (Member of the MC&D Research and Development team.) 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Adam Sterling: Ok, first off I wanna apologize… Lana Fuentes: Don't apologize. Just explain this to me. Be detailed. Adam Sterling: Right. The initial tests weren't promising. You've seen the data, right? Lana Fuentes: I have. I get that. Adam Sterling: Ok, well Tim got robbed on the subway and then he shit himself. And it worked, so we thought we'd try and see if it would work for us. Lana Fuentes: And? Adam Sterling: Gave us a 93% lower chance of physical harm and an 89% lower chance of the robbers taking our stuff. That was the best idea we came up with. Lana Fuentes: Ok. But who are we supposed to market this to? Adam Sterling: I don't really understand… Lana Fuentes: Who the fuck is going to be buying this?! Hr'asm'Kal: LANA IF YOU DON'T MIND I'D LIKE TO CUT IN. I THINK WHAT LANA IS TRYING TO SAY IS THAT ANY REASONABLE PERSON WOULD LOOK AT YOUR IDEA AND REALIZE THAT WE CAN'T SELL THIS TO A HIGH END CLIENT. Adam Sterling: Oh. I actually did consider that, that's why I wanted as much data as possible to back up the product. Lana Fuentes: Your data doesn't change the fact that we cant sell this to anyone. Adam Sterling: Ok. Yeah no, I get that now. I just thought maybe I could change your minds. Lana Fuentes: So you knew this would be a problem and you spent 45 million dollars to test a spell that makes you shit yourself? Adam Sterling: Yes Ma'am. Hr'asm'Kal: I KNOW IT'S HARD TO INTERPRET MY TONE BECAUSE MY VOICE IS BEAMED DIRECTLY INTO YOUR HEAD AT HIGH VOLUME BUT I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU PERSONALLY. I HAD HIGH HOPES FOR YOU IN THIS COMPANY. There is a slight pause. Hr'asm'Kal: ACTUALLY I SHOULD APOLOGIZE, MR STERLING. I DON'T THINK THAT WE WILL BE RETAINING YOUR SERVICES. THIS IS THE KIND OF MISTAKE THAT IS GOING TO BE EXTREMELY TROUBLING TO EXPLAIN TO THE PARTNERS, AND FRANKLY YOU'VE SHOWN A LACK OF SELF AWARENESS AND COMMON SENSE HERE. Adam Sterling: I sold my house in LA and just moved my family out here. We have a blood contract! Hr'asm'Kal: I THINK IT'S REASONABLE TO SAY THIS IS FOR CAUSE, SO THE CONTRACT YOU SIGNED WITH ME IS INVALID. LANA, IF YOU'D HANDLE THE SEVERANCE? Hr'asm'Kal disconnects from the call. Lana Fuentes: Understand you are still under the effects of the non-disclosure spell. Keep your work here… Adam Sterling: Lana. I'm sorry, this won't happen again. Lana Fuentes: …your work here confidential or you forfeit your eternal soul. Security is already outside your office. They'll wait while you gather your things and escort you outside. We do not have to do this but Hr'asm'Kal has authorized me to offer you 6 months severance pay to ease your transition. The call ends. Memo 13 GGOU3/N5IHM/TTAB3 Sender Adam Sterling Recipient Lana Fuentes Hi Lana. Your security guy wasn't able to recognize my spell foci, so I went ahead and took the finished spell home with me. It wasn't hard to tweak it. My background is in coding but the bug we had earlier taught me that spells just use wands and portals instead of ones and zeroes. Tell Tim I'm sorry I had to use him as a vector, but honestly he was going to shit himself in those circumstances anyway. And I knew his morning routine before work pretty well. Turns out another organization appreciates me a lot more than you ever did. I'm only sorry I don't get to see your face when you shit yourself. Marshall, Carter & Dark, LLP It should be noted that Adam Sterling was among the injured agents taken prisoner during the 2021 assault on the Chaos Insurgency safe house. At the time of the raid, the subject's importance to MC&D was unknown. He was surrendered to their custody at their request. At this point Adam Sterling began to display SCP-5257 symptoms. Given his likely fate in MC&D custody, it is unknown if this was related to the anomaly or if it was a natural reaction. Footnotes 1. See Combat Report 8291 for more details. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5257" by Doctor Cimmerian, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5257. 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: 5_Av_Apr_2022_06 Name: 5_Av_Apr_2022_06.jpg Author: Epicgenius License: CC BY 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: glitch.mp3 Author: Doctor Cimmerian and EmotionalEntropy License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki A Crappy Idea EmotionalEntropy
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SCP-5258
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Item #: SCP-5258 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel must follow standard precautions described in the attached file1. Only one instance of SCP-5258 exists at present. Description: SCP-5258 is a memetic kill agent designed to neutralize any sentient lifeform it is exposed to. As of writing, SCP-5258 is the most powerful kill agent produced by the Foundation, having a 100% success rate in terminating anyone exposed to its effects. SCP-5258 is currently utilised to discreetly dispose of Foundation infiltrators, antagonistic groups accessing the Foundation database, and other hostile sentiences with means of reading Foundation documentation. Due to its hazardous nature, the singular instance of SCP-5258 has been split into two separate image vectors (SCP-5258-1 and 2). Cognitive discernment of both images in the incorrect order (SCP-5258-2 followed by SCP-5258-1) will render subjects immune to SCP-5258’s effects, rather than kill them. Perceiving the anomaly in the opposite order however will prove fatal within several minutes, via sudden brain death. Access Document-SCP-5258-1 ACCESS REQUIREMENTS NULLIFIED SCP-5258-1 gotcha Discovery Log: Utilisation of SCP-5258 was first proposed following examination of previous Foundation database breaches. It was found that in a majority of cases, infiltrators had a tendency to open collapsed documentation within files before actually reading the main text. This violates the standard code of conduct for handling and reading documentation referencing memetic and congitohazardous phenomena. This choice is commonly triggered by the human urge to access that which the individual considers enticing, due to being perceived as closed off or ominous in nature (Commonly dubbed the "Pandora Effect"). This behaviour has occurred in 90% of non-Foundation readers accessing SCP-5258's documentation. Footnotes 1. Personnel must view the following document before further reading: Document-5258-2 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5258" by Penton, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5258. 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: Black White Graphic Pattern by Trisorn Triboon.jpg Author: Tris_T7 License: CC-BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Black_White_Graphic_Pattern_by_Trisorn_Triboon.jpg Filename: Black White Graphic Pattern by Trisorn Triboon 2.jpg Author: Tris_T7 License: CC-BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Black_White_Graphic_Pattern_by_Trisorn_Triboon_2.jpg
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SCP-5259
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Item #: SCP-5259 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5259 is contained in a large aquatic tank at Site-032's Anomalous Fauna Zone. SCP-5259 is the sole organism in its habitat, as it has expressed a distaste for "civilian" marine life. Description: SCP-5259 is a sapient Atlantic bottlenose dolphin that was formerly a member of the 13th Marine Expeditionary Unit of the United States Marine Corps. SCP-5259 was created in 1983 as part of a secret project by a covert branch of the Department of Defense to weaponize aquatic life for general warfare. As part of its "training" SCP-5259 bears numerous biological deviations, including a vastly increased lifespan, augmented swimming muscles, and a heightened resistance to ocean floor pressures. Lance Corporal Flipperstorm (pictured right) during firing practice in Iraq with fellow marine (pictured left). SCP-5259-1 is a weapon surgically attached to SCP-5259's right flipper capable of firing a highly destructive laser. SCP-5259-1 has been damaged and is in an inactive state due to an incident prior to containment of SCP-5259. Discovery: In 2008, the Department of Veteran Affairs received a disability claim for a Lance Corporal "Buddy Flipperstorm" of the Marines. Assuming it was a practical joke, the claim was disposed of. Over the next weeks, the department was inundated by emails, calls1, and waterlogged envelopes demanding the immediate resignation of Secretary James Peake, necessitating the involvement of law enforcement. The mail was eventually traced to a PO box near Chesapeake Beach, where a dolphin with a damaged dorsal fin had been repeatedly beaching itself for several days. While Foundation staff at large had been tangentially aware of the story as it developed in the media, the highly unusual behavior of the specimen was what drew official attention. Covering the incident as a publicity stunt for dolphin welfare, SCP-5259 was transported to a Foundation marine facility where it received medical treatment. Interviewer: Dr Sophia Clarke Interviewed: SCP-5259 Foreword: SCP-5259's portion of the interview was translated with the use of a Cetacean Hearing and Telemetry computer. [BEGIN LOG] Clarke: So I have to ask, how exactly did you send all those messages to Veterans Affairs? The envelopes I can wrap my head around, but the calls and emails? SCP-5259: eEeEee. eEeEeeee, EeEeE.2 Clarke: As in human friends? You wouldn't happen to have their contact information, would you. SCP-5259: EeEeEeEe. EeEeEeEeee.3 Clarke: I'm sorry, that wasn't my intention, I assure you. It's just… most people would be very surprised to find themselves having a conversation to a talking animal, let alone being friends with one. Uh, no offense. SCP-5259: eEeEEeEeEeEe. EeEeEeEeeee.EeEeEe. eEeEeEe, eEeEeEeeeEeEeeEeEeEeE, eEeEeEeEe.4 Clarke: I suppose you have a point. So how'd you end up leaving the military? Injured during some sort of mission? SCP-5259: EeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEe. EeEeEe. EeEeEeEeEeE.5 Clarke: A… fishing net? SCP-5259: EeEeEeEeEeEeE. EeEeEeEeEeEeEe. eEeEe. EeEeEe.6 Clarke: I'm sorry about that. But why go to the trouble of petitioning the VA? I mean, you couldn't have expected- SCP-5259: EeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEe. EeEeEeEeEeEeE, EeEeEeEeEe, EeEeEeEeEeEeEeEe. EeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEe.7 Clarke: I… I'm sorry for that. SCP-5259: EeEeEeEeEeEe. EeEeEeEeEeEeEeEe. EeEeEeEe.8 Clarke: Uh, just one more thing. Looking at your claim, you were seeking approximately 20,000 in benefits. What were you going to do with all that money? SCP-5259: EeEe EeE eEeE eEe EeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEe. eEeEeEeEe, EeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEe? eEeEeEeEeEeEeEe. eEeEeEeE. eEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeeEeEeEe! eEeEeEeEe! EeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEe? EeEe, EeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEe. eEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEe… EeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEe. EeEeE. eEeEe. EeEeEe, EeEeEeEeEeEe, EeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEe, EeEeEeEeEeEeEe, EeEeEeEeEeEe, EeEeEeEeEe, eEeEeEe. EeEeEeEeEe. eEeEEeEeEeEe. EeEeEeEeeee.EeEeEe. eEeEeEe, eEeEeEeeeEeEeeEeEeEeE, eEeEeEeEe. eEeEee. eEeEeeee, EeEeE. EeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEe. eEeEeEeEeE EeEeEeEe EeEe eEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEe EeEeEeeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEe. EeEeEeEeEeEe. EeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEe. EeEeEeEeEeEeE, EeEeEeEeEe, EeEeEeEeEeEeEeEe. EeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeEe. eEeEEeEeEeEe. EeEeEeEeeee.EeEeEe. eEeEeEe, eEeEeEeeeEeEeeEeEeEeE, eEeEeEeEe.9 [END LOG] Footnotes 1. All the recorded messages were dolphin chatter and thus incomprehensible. 2. We don't really have the time to get together these days, but I'm still in contact with some of my old buddies. They helped whip that goddamn bureaucratic black hole into shape. 3. Why, so you can scoop them up and brainwash them into forgetting me? Nice try. Would rather cut my own flippers off than sell out my brothers. 4. Yeah, they were a bit surprised at first, a little uncomfortable. But after you save their asses the first few times, they tend to stop bitching. That's the thing when you're down in the trenches, taking fire from insurgents. You don't care if the flipper holding the gun next to you belongs to a dolphin, man, or dog - you just hope they can shoot as well as you. 5. No, nothing that juicy. Got tangled up in a fishing net. 6. I know. Sounds ridiculous, right? But I'm still a dolphin. Got tangled up pretty bad, cut into my fins pretty deep. Then those stuffy suits took one look at me, decided their "investment" wasn't working out as well as they hoped, and tossed me in the ocean like I was yesterday's trash eight thousand miles away from home. 7. Because I deserved it. I fought for this country, killed for this country, even bled for this country. Dammit, I knew what we were doing wasn't really in the name of freedom, or liberation, or even self defense. But I followed orders. I saved lives. But as soon as I became inconvenient, they got rid of me without a second thought, because they were humans and I was a dolphin, and that meant I was nothing more than property to them. You'd think you get used to it, being treated like a subhuman even though you can think and talk like them. But they only cared about me because I was useful, not because they thought my life had meaning. 8. Thanks. Are we done for today? 9. Buy fish. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5259" by Cerastes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5259. 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: marine1 Name: NMMP dolphin with locator Author: Brien Aho License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikipedia
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SCP-5260
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Item#: 5260 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: To prevent an uncontainable expansion of SCP-5260's area of influence when left isolated, testing is to be conducted at least once every three days. + Archived Containment Procedures (Review is recommended for assigned personnel) - Hide Archived Containment Procedures Archived Containment Procedures: SCP-5260 is kept in a standard container in Site-33. Every three days, SCP-5260 is removed for testing with the randomly selected D-Class on rotation. The test subject must sleep for no fewer than six hours within 3 meters of SCP-5260, and the subject is to keep a log of their dreams. The logs should include the following information: Description of their dream and the actions they undertook A description of anything that had a positive effect in dream Any notable nightly changes Any interactions with SCP-5260-1 Brief description of feelings upon waking In addition to this, the current subject participates in monthly interviews with the Lead Researcher. If the subject exhibits deviations in personality beyond the accepted threshold, or if three months have passed since initial exposure, the D-Class subject is to be replaced. - Hide Archived Containment Procedures SCP-5260 is kept in a standard container in Site-33, no less than 50 meters away from any site personnel. Any sleep within 30 meters of SCP-5260's current location is prohibited. Any individual who fall asleep for any period of time within 30 meters of SCP-5260 between testing periods is to be held under observation for 72 hours. SCP-5260 is removed from storage three to four times per week, and placed by the sleeping quarters of the primary infected subject, D-919454. D-919454 is to then sleep in their quarters for no less than six consecutive hours, with Tranquilizer IX "Dream Wine"1 to be administered if necessary. D-919454 is required to submit reports to the Lead Researcher on all interactions with SCP-5260-1, following the template used in prior containment procedures. Any deviation of D-919454's personality, or the occurrence of insomnia, must be reported to the Lead Researcher immediately. In this event, prior containment procedures will be reinstated while D-919454 is profiled. Description: SCP-5260 is a green and black bookmark, approximately 15 cm in length. SCP-5260 is made from common craft materials, with the exception of a string connected to the end. This was made using human hair belonging to Beatrice W████ from northeast Wisconsin, who died in November of 2002. For each night SCP-5260 is not exposed to a subject, the area of influence doubles. The unconfirmed upper range of its influence is 17.5 kilometers, as demonstrated prior to containment. If SCP-5260's area of influence reaches any number of subjects, this gradually diminishes down to 3 meters multiplied by the number of individuals. Affected subjects will continuously attempt to stay within its area. Exposed subjects experience the following effects: Nights 1-3: Subjects report a recurring dream that is unusually memorable, tailored to a situation that the subject has an emotional connection to. This dream is usually innocuous. Documented examples include: D-10086: Subject relives an enjoyable evening in their childhood home. D-32245: Subject relaxing in a rowboat tied near shore. Nights 4-7: Subjects report the dream quickly becomes unsettling or upsetting. Documented examples include: D-10086: The evening from the subject’s childhood becoming infused with paranoia that the house is under siege from an unidentifiable threat. Subject vividly recounted family members standing back to back in the center of the house’s main room, holding knives for self-defense. D-32245: Subject's rowboat drifts steadily from shore with ineffective frantic efforts to return. Nights 8-10+: Subjects report an entity appears, henceforth known as SCP-5260-1. SCP-5260-1 has been identifiable from subject to subject as it is the sole cause of any sort of beneficial effect within the dream. Notably, some aspect of this benefit is retained by the dreamer on waking. D-10086 reported that SCP-5260-1 took the form of a "feisty old woman" who picked up a broom and "chased off some dogs outside," then admonished the family for getting themselves wrapped up in such a "tizzy." D-10086 reported diminished anxiety overall on waking, and later demonstrated unprecedented leadership ability during a severe containment breach. D-32245 reported that SCP-5260-1 took the form of an albatross. While D-32245 did not reach shore, he felt he was going in the right direction and making progress. Upon waking, subject reported to have a better metaphorical sense of direction, claiming they were more certain of what to do next and how to achieve it. Subject did not provide further details. When SCP-5260-1 manifests, the exposed subject is considered "infected." Subjects at this stage universally report sincere gratitude towards SCP-5260-1 for its assistance. Attachment towards SCP-5260 and SCP-5260-1 increases over time, and in many cases reaches obsession, with the subject refusing to or unable to sleep without SCP-5260 present. In 15% of all cases, subjects resort to desperate measures to stay within its area of influence even when detained, with attempts to scratch through a cell wall with their fingernails being documented. This is either a result of the affection for SCP-5260-1, or a desire to avoid the effects after separation. Upon separation: Separation occurs if an infected subject is not re-exposed to SCP-5260 within 72 hours of last exposure. When separated, subject's dreams return to the pre-SCP-5260-1 status, with a rapid change to increasingly harmful or horrifying circumstances. In the case of D-10086, subject reported that, in the dreams of their childhood home, they had hidden themselves in a closet and watched as their family tried and failed to fight off a "monster". Subject refused to provide further details. Since separation from SCP-5260, D-10086 has exhibited severe and worsening hemophobia, to the point where the sight of blood induces hysteria. Subject experienced profound insomnia23. In the case of D-32245, subject reported that they were now in a lifeboat, with no sight of land. Subject initially reported experiencing dreams in real time; successive dreams lasted for increasing periods. Furthermore, after waking, the subject’s physical appearance exhibited symptoms of long-term exposure to the elements, including dehydration, heat stroke, and shock. Treatment was unable to fully relieve subject’s symptoms. Subject experienced profound insomnia. Nine days after D-919454 replaced D-32245 as the subject on rotation, D-32245 made a spontaneous recovery. Repeated testing has been unable to predict the beneficial or detrimental effects. Discovery: SCP-5260 was discovered in 2011 in the town of ███████, Wisconsin, in a storage unit registered under the W████ family. Anomalous events were brought to the Foundation's attention after a field agent at the local police station reported suspected anomalous activity and an abrupt and unprecedented increase in the number of breaking and entering cases, centering around the storage location. After Foundation personnel were dispatched and anomalous events in the town were mapped out, SCP-5260 was found in the exact center of cases, down to the very corner of the storage unit. A cover story for the anomalous activity was disseminated through the local newspaper, and SCP-5260 was taken into Foundation custody for testing. The corpse of an unidentified individual was found inhabiting a neighboring storage unit, having passed away within two weeks of discovery. No relation to SCP-5260 has been uncovered. This inhabitant has been deemed a coincidence that prevented the rapid expansion of SCP-5260's influence for a period of time. The W████ family that the storage unit was registered under had relocated to New Mexico. When located and questioned, none of the family were able to provide physical descriptions of Beatrice W████, details of her last known whereabouts, or any useful information whatsoever about her or her life. After review, this lack of information was conclusively determined to be non-anomalous. + Interview 5260.1 with D-919454 - Interview 5260.1 with D-919454 Archived Interview 5260.1 Interviewed: D-919454 Interviewer: Lead Researcher Dr. Liliana Li Foreword: Shortly after D-919454 encountered SCP-5260-1, all negative effects to previously infected individuals abruptly ceased. The purpose of this interview is to find out what role, if any, D-919454 had in this development. Interview was conducted two days after D-919454 returned from a five-day sick leave. <Begin Log> Dr. Li: Hello again, D-919454. How are you sleeping these days? D-919454: Oh, uh, I'm doing fine, Doctor. Pretty well, actually. Definitely less tired, I think. I've been feeling, well, sort of been feeling my best lately. I mean, if it was just the new quarters, it's been a long time since I've slept in my own room, like a room I could call just my own, and I've lived in places half the size and a tenth as nice, and [Twenty-three seconds of extraneous dialogue redacted for brevity] Dr. Li: Okay. Anyway, you were having trouble sleeping before you were selected for duty with SCP-5260, correct? D-919454: …yeah. Dr. Li: Why was that? Approximately five seconds of silence. D-919454: I don't really- I mean, I don't like to… I-I've had help talking about it, a-and some people they think, they've said "oh that's nothing, who cares" but they don't know… Dr. Li: We can come back to that then, if you would prefer. I do have some other questions. D-919454: Alright, just, ease into it. It's… [unintelligible] could've been me, still could be… [mumbling] Dr. Li: Okay. Can you tell me what your dreams are like, since you've been assigned to SCP-5260? D-919454: Hah! The dreams I've been having, let me tell you, they're worth the price of admission right there. I've been working my damn fingers to the bone 'till they're sore to get just a bit of recognition, oh you know it's hard to stand out when everyone's wearing the same uniform, but I'd hoped if I do what I'm told with a smile and a nod, maybe an old man, even an old man like me can get a bit of an easier job of it. I must've done something right, because goddamn I'm still here, ain't I? And when they told me they had a job, I mean you never know what that's gonna be, every job could be the last, but when they said that I just needed to sleep- Silence. D-919454 taps on the table. D-919454: Well, when they told me they'd help me sleep, I mean, I jumped up at the chance. Dr. Li: I am happy to hear it. What are your dreams like? D-919454: They’re… I dunno. They’re easy. First couple of nights, when I was assigned, it was easier to, to be where I was. I mean, it was more comfortable, I actually, really slept, and I didn't feel… hmm. I felt different. Just a little better. Dr. Li: I think this would be much easier if you told me more about the dreams. I know even in your reports you do not like to talk about it, but we really do need to know. I think there's a chance it might even help you. Silence, until D-919454 sighs. D-919454: Don’t uh… don’t act surprised, okay? Don’t make that face, the “that’s it?” face. I’ve seen it before, it… Silence. D-919454: For most of my life, when I sleep, I dream I’m in a home. Dr. Li: Whose home? D-919454: No, no. Not like that. A nursing home. Dr. Li: A convalescent home? You’ve been dreaming that for decades? D-919454: That goddamn face, I knew it. You don’t understand, you don’t. Dr. Li: Uh, my apologies. I do not understand. But I would like to. D-919454 sighs. D-919454: Okay, well… someone said it better than I'm about to, but all the cats and dogs and animals of God's kingdom have it better than any man, just because… they don't know they're gonna die. D-919454 pauses, then drinks some water. D-919454: Well. I've always known. I used to think I'd grow old then die, but now that I am old, now it's "then die." It was my good old granddad, not great mind you, he told me that I'm young, and that I would never be this young again, so I "damn well better appreciate it, whatever it is, while it's here." Silence. D-919454: I was… must've been four? Five? Didn't know I'd die, didn’t understand death. I figured it out when he died pretty soon after that. The only thing I remember of him is that advice, which I… hope I followed. And that, that made me always think, I will be old, or I will be gone. And both options scared the hell outta me. Now that I'm old it's not half as scary, but… Silence. Dr. Li: Go on? D-919454: Ah, you know what it is? It's that no one tells you, or no one can really make you understand just what, what you lose when you get to be my age. You know, it's… terrible. We're all forgotten eventually, right? But most of us are gone before that happens. It's, it's terrible to be forgotten when you're still alive. I mean… a-and that’s what I dream about, always dreamed about. That in that home, I’m old, scared, and forgotten by the world. That’s it. Dr. Li: I can understand the impact that could have on you. But I would still like clarification how that relates to your trouble sleeping. D-919454: Still? Really? I’ve spent, I’ve spent almost every sleeping night of my life, just, trapped. I’d be old, I’d be alone, and no one would know it, no one would remember me. And now, hell, now I’m awake and nothing’s changes. I don’t get an escape from that anymore. Now it's my goddamn life. And you need “clarification”? Why I don’t want to live that? Dr. Li: Sorry, okay. I think I get it. We can move on. D-919454: Yeah. Sure. Long silence. Shuffling of papers is audible. Dr. Li: Okay… You recently applied for and received sick leave, is that correct? D-919454: I did, yeah. A stint in the med bay. Not a work accident, mind you, I'm careful. Some of the things they've had me around, I mean, I'm still here, ain't I? And this assignment, well it’s just a night job. They still gotta keep me busy in the day. I mean, I’d rather not go into why I took the time, that’s uh, private. But yeah, I did. Dr. Li: But your dreams were unchanged, the entire time? D-919454: Unchanged? Well, Betty stopped showing up. Apart from that, it was the same dream. But I’ll tell ya, that did make a big difference. Before, it was- Dr. Li: Sorry, Betty? As in, short for Beatrice? D-919454: Yeah, right. [chuckles] She actually hates it when I call her Beatrice. I remember her being glad I was back. She's great, y'know? She's, she's very smart, and she's got such a good heart on her. She's uh… oh, when I got back, she said something that stood out, what was it… Dr. Li: I have your reports here. Do you remember the date of it, or which dream number it was? D-919454: Don't think so. I'll help you look, though. No significant dialogue. Shuffling of papers, small talk, and brief laughter once from both parties. Dr. Li: You reported she said she "couldn't make the dream any worse" and that "you would understand why." D-919454: That's it! I mean, she makes dreams worse? Not in my experience. But that bit really stood out to me. It was as bad as it gets? For me, it's like you live so many days in a dream, you sort of get used to it, and mine… it-it's not good but it's not… it's not the worst. Hell, the home is better than some nights I had in my old cold cell, you know, when I was young, before it was… before it became my life. I did have people in my life still, then, back then. But my dreams, the place I'm in, the hard part isn't, isn't the place, it's… the people. Silence. D-919454: It's the people that don't come. Scribbling on paper is audible. Dr. Li: Okay… so you have been able to communicate with SCP, um, Beatrice. What do you talk about? D-919454: Oh, we just talk, nothing out of the ordinary. A bit about our lives, jobs we've had, how we got there. More than anything though, we keep each other company. Sometimes we walk around the grounds, sometimes we sit and eat, oh! Sometimes we’ve actually managed to sneak out! Imagine that! Dr. Li: And you have not experienced anything unusual when waking? D-919454: Well I feel as though I’ve slept twelve hours, and let me tell you, that is pretty damn unusual. Dr. Li: I am glad to hear it. But apart from that, nothing particularly notable on waking. Okay. And you're sure you talk about nothing out of the ordinary? D-919454: Well, I mean… she’s mentioned other people, you know? Other people she’s met. Apparently she's gotten quite a few visitors. I, uh, don't know if it's all true? She said recently a guy she'd rescued from being trapped smack in the middle of the ocean, and she said she got him to visit pretty regularly. I don’t know if you know this, but um, I think she tries to get them to come back. Dr. Li: Did she mention anything about if they stopped coming back? D-919454: I… don’t think so. Why? Dr. Li: Oh, just curious. Covering all the bases. D-919454 She-she did mention that there was a time, a long time ago, for years, where just no one came, when no one cared. Can't make no one come back, I guess. But not a visitor, not a friend. She uh… said she'd felt beyond abandoned. Actually, maybe that's why she said my dream was the worst thing, just the worst thing. And… I mean, I never even had it that bad in prison. I dunno. Rapid scribbling from Dr. Li. D-919454: When you, uh, get to a certain point… If you were someone like her, who had a lot to offer, but couldn't… might go a little nutty. I went a little nutty, a while back, when I was in that kind of situation. That nothingness. And I acted out. Bad. And uh… now I'm here. I dunno. Maybe she did too. I'd dreamed it, she's lived it. If I were her, with that active mind and heart, and I felt "beyond abandoned?" Scribbling. D-919454 Might want to do something big to get a bit of company. Long silence, apart from more scribbling. D-919454: [cough] Sorry, got carried away. Well, I've been getting carried away. [sniff] Whatever it is, I'm just glad, I am so glad, that we can visit each other. Dr. Li: Okay… I think that clears up some matters. And you are on rotation for… another two months, is that correct? D-919454 Seven weeks, two days. Dr. Li Alright, this has been very helpful. As for your request, I will make no promises. It depends on what happens with time. Laughter from D-919454 D-919454: A man can dream, eh? Eh? Dr. Li: ████, thank you for your time. <End Log> - Interview 5260.1 with D-919454 Addendum 5260.1 Team, I've applied to give D-919454 nightly access to SCP-5260, contingent on exemplary behavior and a requirement for him to continue sleeping in separate quarters. Given how this seems to be a low risk way to simplify containment, I expect it to go through soon. Also, I've been asked if this can be classified as neutralized. I doubt it. I am keeping prior containment procedures on record, and I recommend you all keep them fresh in your head. Because D-919454 won't be around forever, and since problems stopped when he arrived, problems could return when he's gone. I'd like to think Betty will take his grandad's advice and be content, but we'll see. For now, when he's on duty, you are not to wake D-919454 for anything but the most pressing emergency situations. Otherwise, let them dream. Any questions, let me know. -Dr. Li Footnotes 1. Selected for its ability to boost the recollection of dreams. 2. While common, insomnia after separation appears self-induced, rather than an anomalous influence. 3. Someone needs to follow up with her, now that containment's updated. -Dr. Li ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5260" by TheyCallMeTim, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5260. 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-5261
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SCP-5261: Nobody Suspects a Thing 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-5261 LEVEL 3/5261 CONFIDENTIAL An aquarium affected by SCP-5261, formerly occupied by krill. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawler J/M-CON is to monitor news outlets and social media platforms for posts regarding strange occurrences within establishments housing marine life. Witnesses to known SCP-5261 occurrences are to be amnesticized under cover story 58-B ("Burglary") and are to be reimbursed for their losses. SCP-5261 events discovered in-progress are to have their SCP-5261-1 instances captured and relocated to Marine Site-82. These instances are to be released into a contained section of the Atlantic Ocean to nullify their anomalous properties, and are to then be recaptured and monitored for further anomalous properties before permanent relocation or use in testing. Following the events of 03/22/2021, feeding and care of SCP-5261-1 is to be heavily monitored and done remotely if possible. Individuals outside of SCP-5261's research team wishing to access specimens of SCP-5261-1 require prior approval and accompaniment for the duration. Description: SCP-5261 refers to an anomalous phenomenon affecting businesses housing large amounts of marine life, most prominently aquariums and exotic pet stores. No direct link between affected businesses has been found, however the majority of them were found to have previously failed inspections of their quality care or to have obtained their wildlife through fraudulent means. SCP-5261 is believed to result in the development of a shared sapience among aquatic life housed by the business, similar to a hive-mind. Within 24 to 32 hours of this intelligence developing, affected organisms (referred to as SCP-5261-1) will work in tandem to escape the business, utilizing tactics often associated with prison escapes in popular media. It is unknown how SCP-5261-1 successfully employ most of these tactics, as their efficacy seems to be often unhindered by a lack of prehensile limbs. Following this, SCP-5261-1 will locate and disperse within the nearest open body of saltwater. Anomalous effects will cease once SCP-5261-1 have successfully dispersed or have been captured and recontained. The frequency and scale of SCP-5261 events appears to be completely random, with notable events including; A small tank of starfish found with its contents plastered across the glass, completely blocking the interior. Further inspection discovered several snails within the tank attempting to unscrew a vent cover using their shells as makeshift screwdrivers. A tank of crabs was found to contain makeshift replicas of the tank's occupants by filling molted shells with colored pebbles, sand, and artificial plants. The current whereabouts of the crabs are unknown, although several hundred dollars were also found missing from the store's cash register. A missing pet store transport van discovered on an abandoned stretch of beach. The corpse of the driver was found in the back of the vehicle covered in small puncture wounds. Autopsy results found traces of puffer fish poison present within the cadaver's circulatory system. All transport tanks within the van were found to have been shattered, although fragmentation analysis suggests they were broken from the inside. The entirety of the New England Aquarium being found completely emptied of aquatic life and its entire security detail missing. Upon further inspection it was found that each of the tanks was connected by a network of tunnels leading to the open ocean, centered on the Giant Ocean Tank1. Examination of the aquarium's security system found that each of the surveillance cameras had been obscured with dried squid ink. The location of the security detail is still unknown, although pieces of dead coral carved into accurate depictions of firearms were found at the bottom of several tanks. Addendum.5261.1: On 3/22/2021, an alarm sounded signalling that a minor breach of SCP-5261-1's containment tanks had been detected. On-site security investigated but returned claiming there was already an agent on the scene. Shortly afterwards, a large surge of aquatic life was detected being released from an on-site disposal hatch. Security forces discovered the supposed agent nearby, who moved in an erratic manner while fleeing, knocking over furniture and bumping into walls. After being detained, the agent began vomiting a large amount of seawater and organic matter, along with two large octopods. Security attempted to detain the octopods, but they were able to escape into a nearby bathroom before their whereabouts were lost. An autopsy of the agent found that the individual matched no Foundation employee on record, possessing false identification made of dried kelp and ink. It is believed that the octopods were piloting the body by lightly squeezing sections of the individual's brain to trigger movement, with one controlling the arms and legs and one compressing the lungs to provide the brain air. Following this event, more thorough screening of employees entering the site has been implemented. Footnotes 1. A massive tank containing a Caribbean coral reef alongside thousands of aquatic animals. It is unknown how the reef was relocated through the tunnel network, although it was later found intact several thousand kilometers offshore. Sections of dead coral were found to have tally markings carved into them, totaling 1,415. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5261" by Deadly Bread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5261. 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: tank.png Name: Iwagumi Scape Author: Moritz Holzinger License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-5262
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Item #: SCP-5262 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5262 is housed within the ornithology department of Site-83. Access to SCP-5262 is not restricted and researchers wishing to observe the anomaly are free to do so without any specific authorizations. Description: SCP-5262 is an adult female European herring gull (Larus argentatus). Upon visiting a beach, it constructs a structure out of sand, resembling a traditional sandcastle. These are almost always engraved with writing in the Breton language1 celebrating Brittany as an independent state before its integration to France in the Middle Ages, and advocating for secession and independence from the rest of the country. Common inscriptions include "Bevet Breizh !" (long live Brittany!) and "Ar Breizh frank a vo trec'h !" (free Brittany will triumph!). The resulting sand structures present no anomalous properties. Following the erection of a structure, SCP-5262 will observe human reactions to its production. As advocacy for Breton independence is fairly uncommon in modern times, human subjects often react mockingly, resulting in signs of frustration in SCP-5262. On 2017/09/05, SCP-5262 was captured in order to investigate its motivations and evaluate its knowledge of the history of Brittany. The following interview was lead by Dr Le Mesre and translated from Breton. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Dr Le Mesre: Hello… can you understand me? (SCP-5262 begins writing in the sand of its enclosure using its beak) SCP-5262: Bevet Breizh ! Dr Le Mesre: Um. I would like to know your reasons for supporting Breton independence. (SCP-5262 stares at Dr Le Mesre) Dr Le Mesre: And also… how much… you know about Breton history. SCP-5262: Our culture has been smothered by the Government of Paris for centuries. It is time to restore the past glory of this Region. Dr Le Mesre: Alright, yes. However, have you not noticed some… reluctance from the public, as of late? SCP-5262: People have forgotten. Reminding them about the issue is a necessity. Dr Le Mesre: For how long have you engaged in those activities? Can you give me… a starting date? SCP-5262: Sadly, I did not learn to embrace my culture early enough. Dr Le Mesre: May I ask whether you are aware of any differences between you and other seagulls? SCP-5262: It is obvious. How could I not see it? Dr Le Mesre: Are you aware of any other individuals with the same… behavior? SCP-5262: It appears to me you are trying to capture them, like you did with me. Dr Le Mesre: Well, it is my job. SCP-5262: Alas, I am the only one with this behavior. All the others have forsaken their Breton identity. <END TRANSCRIPT> On 2018/03/18, SCP-5262 was fitted with a GPS tag and released in order to further study its behavior. However, as it endured more and more mockery from passers-by, SCP-5262 began showing more signs of frustration and eventually stopped building structures. Its activity became limited to scraping words in the sand, with the same meaning as before, but in French rather than Breton. On 2018/03/23, SCP-5262 showed signs of distress and stopped all anomalous activity. It became withdrawn from the rest of the flock and appeared to not feed as often. Below is an interview of SCP-5262 at that time. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Dr Le Mesre: Hello, SCP-5262. It seems your mood is degrading. SCP-5262: People annoy me so much. Sometimes, it almost looks like they don't even speak Breton. Dr Le Mesre: It is a critically endangered regional language. SCP-5262: What is the Ministry of Culture doing to help with this? Dr Le Mesre: Exactly how much do you know about the political structure of France? SCP-5262: Oh, you know, I stopped following the news a long time ago. I couldn't even tell you who's the Prime Minister. Dr Le Mesre: I have been discussing the possibility of your future recapture with my team. We could provide you with abundant Breton conversation. SCP-5262: I have to think about this. I like being free. Dr Le Mesre: Oh, excuse me, but you misspelled the word "free". It's frank, not franck. (Long pause from SCP-5262) SCP-5262: I only know Breton from my uncle, I'm not a native speaker. <END TRANSCRIPT> On 2018/03/26, all signs of negativity in SCP-5262's demeanor had worn away. It had fully returned to the flock and fed as necessary. As SCP-5262's behavior is now indistinct from that of its non-anomalous con-specifics, it was reclassified as Neutralized and tracking was halted. Addendum: On 2020/05/20, two years after previous observations, a female European herring gull matching SCP-5262's description was sighted in the French region of Corsica. It has been seen building sand structures and engraving them with the inscription "Free Corsica!" in the Corsican language. Investigation is under way. Footnotes 1. A Celtic language closely related to Cornish and Welsh spoken in the French Region of Brittany. It has been mostly replaced with French. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5262" by Reyas, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5262. 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-5263
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Special Containment Procedures: The entire floor of SCP-5263 is to be cordoned off from the public. All civilians who have inhabited the premises of SCP-5263 within the past three years are to be quarantined at Site-65-J and observed for possible memetic hazards. The building in which SCP-5263 is located will have its access to the third floor restricted from members of the public. Elevator and stairwell access have been sealed off, with extra steel doors installed over the fire escapes and all windows boarded off from public view. The Chairman of Shobi Printing Private Limited, Mr. Myojo (henceforth designated PoI-5263), will be detained until further notice. Under no circumstances will he be allowed to interact with his former employees. Description: SCP-5263 refers to the headquarters and offices of Shobi Printing Pte. Ltd., which was a small municipal company voted in 2018 as "The Best Printing Company in Yokohama" by a local newspaper. At the time of containment, the company had over a hundred employees. During the official working hours of the company (listed as 0800 to 2200 hrs), SCP-5263 exhibits a memetic effect that regulates the emotional and physical well-being of its inhabitants, including extraneous feelings of joy or sadness, the morale of employees and general attitudes towards life, to the extent where an equilibrative state is always achieved after prolonged exposure. The effect appears to gradually wear off after employees leave the premises, making detection in the local populace difficult. LOG OF CC-TV-01, AUGUST 17TH 2019 Foreword: The audio in the subsequent logs has been translated from Japanese. [The timestamp reads 08:05:01]. [Camera shows rows of desks and cabinets in a confined office space. At the forefront is a tiny carpeted space where about 30 employees are standing a metre apart, their arms outstretched to either side.] [At the front of the crowd is the Chairperson of the company, Mr. Myojo, dressed in a full office suit and tie.] Mr. Myojo: Everyone, together now! To the left! [The employees turn 90 degrees to the left in unison, stretching their arms and bodies forward, and bending at the waist.] Mr. Myojo: To the right! [The employees comply, but in the opposite direction.] Mr. Myojo: And back to the front! Thank you, everyone. We will now move on to morning announcements. [The employees merely stand and wait expectantly.] Mr. Myojo: Miyagi-san has been promoted to a Rank-S General Manager. Please give him your fullest support. [There is a smattering of polite applause from the employees.] Mr. Myojo: I am also pleased to announce that Miyamoto-san is now a father. His wife gave birth to a baby girl just last night. [There is a smattering of polite applause.] Mr. Myojo: Our sales figures have improved by 13% since last week. Because of our phenomenal performance, every employee will be entitled to an additional week of vacation leave this year. Congratulations! [There is a smattering of polite applause.] Mr. Myojo: Lastly, it is with sad news that I announce Minamoto-san's parents passed away last night. He is taking time off to compose himself, but let us give him our deepest condolences. [There is a smattering of polite applause.] Mr. Myojo: Remember, it is only by our combined sacrifice and efforts that we can achieve the greatest printing quality for our fellow citizens. It cannot be helped otherwise. Everyone: It cannot be helped otherwise. [The log ends as employees turn and head back to their desks.] [The timestamp reads 08:09:56]. Afterword: CC-TV footage shows this morning segment reoccurring over the past three years, with only slight variations in the content of announcements. LOG OF CC-TV-02, AUGUST 18TH 2019 [The camera is taken from a different angle within the office. Two employees are in the foreground, talking.] Employee 1: Congratulations on your success. You must be proud it's a girl. Employee 2: Thank you. Yes, I am very happy. Employee 1: Are you excited about being a father? Employee 2: Yes. I am very excited. Employee 2: You know, I have two children myself. Employee 1: How do you make time for your family at home? [Employee 2 shrugs.] Employee 2: Ah, it cannot be helped most of the time. Employee 1: (nods) It is hard for it to be helped most of the time. [There is a long silence as they stare at each other, before they return to their desks.] LOG OF CC-TV-03, AUGUST 20TH 2019 [The camera is taken from another angle in the office, by the water cooler. Employee 3: How is Miki doing? Employee 4: I brought her to the vet yesterday. Employee 3: Is her condition serious? [Employee 4 takes a sip of coffee from her mug.] Employee 4: I think maybe my Miki might still be alive. Employee 3: I see. I guess it cannot be helped. [Employee 4 nods. There is a long silence as they stare at each other, before returning to their desks.] LOG OF CC-TV-01, AUGUST 22TH 2019 Foreword: On the morning of August 30th, a 7.6 magnitude earthquake struck the center of Yokohama City. [Employees are seen walking about the office as usual when the camera begins to vibrate.] [There is initial panic as employees begin heading towards the exits, whilst others climb under their desks for cover.] [A few seconds later, everyone freezes simultaneously, then begins returning to their daily tasks.] [The office furniture continues to shake violently, with paperwork falling off desks and the sprinkler system eventually going off, as employees continue using the photocopier and making polite chit-chat.] All: It cannot be helped. Discovery: On the morning of August 16, 2019, Mr. Minamoto, an employee of the company, was observed to have received a telephone call at his desk, informing him that his parents had passed away within minutes of one another. Mr. Minamoto was seen to be silent and calm, before bursting into tears. The rest of his colleagues turned to stare briefly before returning to their work. Mr. Minamoto quickly composed himself, appearing on camera to physically force himself up from his desk. He was then seen entering Mr. Myojo's office. Camera footage cut off for approximately three minutes and five seconds before Mr. Minamoto emerged composed and with a neutral expression on his face. He returned to his desk to resume his work. The following day, Mr. Minamoto was absent from all CC-TV footage. His body was later discovered hanging from the ceiling of his apartment, with a note left behind that read, "It cannot be helped." The CEO of the company, Mr. Myojo, was later apprehended by local law enforcement on the charges of "dereliction of duty" and violation of local labour laws. The Foundation continues to investigate if SCP-5263's effects have been localised or spread to other parts of the country. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5263" by caspian2, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5263. 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: nail.jpg Name: National Consumer Affairs Center of Japan (Kokusen), Tokyo Office, 2018.jpg Author: Whym License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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SCP-5264
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SCP-5264. Item #: SCP-5264 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5264 are to be contained in an air-tight plastic bag and stored in the fridge located in Lab 3, and may only be removed for testing. Any phone calls made to personnel claiming to be or acquaintanced with 'Chef Lorance' are to be dismissed and traced immediately. Chef Lorance has yet to be contained. Description: SCP-5264 are a group of swelling brussels sprouts, containing large pockets of air and various spices1, bursting when placed in water or held over heat. The produce does not seem to rot while contained but deflates when exposed to oxygen or stomach acid, secreting the spices. SCP-5264 has appeared in multiple television advertisements by 'Lory's Kitchen' showing various meals using the product 'Splodin' Sprouts', and have been sought after by a man named Chef Foyer Lorance while SCP-5264 are in containment. Addendum 64.1 - Discovery SCP-5264 were discovered in advertisements featuring 'Lory's Kitchen' and from various positive reviews about the restaurant located in Cannes, France. The entity named 'Chef Lorance' prepared meals in front of guests at an alarmingly fast pace, which guests described as 'not physically possible' and 'crazy as hell'. Chef Lorance reportedly only worked with two other employees, whose identities are unknown. The restaurant was investigated after reviews on social media reported sudden health and safety violations including stomachaches, diarrhoea, and burns when residual brussels sprouts hit guests in the face. Chef Lorance had commented that 'what was happening was new' and 'someone must have messed with my food'. A note was found on top of the pile of SCP-5264 at the time of discovery in Lory's Kitchen. This is for Lorance, you musty baboon, I've been a loyal friend and employee to this restaurant for God knows how long and frankly I'm sick and tired of it. 'What're we making today Lancy?' 'Sprouts'. 'What's todays special?' 'You're not gonna believe it!' I am so, so tired and even if it's a better pay than most jobs, money isn't cutting the deal here. It's your attitude. You're obsessed with them. Completely head-over-heels for a little green condensed cabbage of GARBAGE. I've long since gotten used to the smell but the thing is, I'm worried, actually. I'm calling to this guy I know, some investigator, about the sprouts because they are pretty peculiar, yes, and I wonder how you grow them, but mostly because I want you to get away from them. You need distance from those brussels, Foyer, they're bad for you. You spend all your time cooking them with no regard for your own health! Anything is bad in moderation. Oh, and also I'm opening a pizza chain down the street and I don't want competition. ~Toodles! Addendum 64.2 - Advertisements Recordings of advertisements show Chef Lorance making meals using 'Splodin' Sprouts and various other vegetables: "[Singing] ~Lory's Kitchen, the secret recipe, Watch how they bubble, watch how they gleam! Exploding brussels, and delicious cream! Order now and you'll see what I mean!~ Come to Lory's Kitchen to see the new way to cook vegetables! Try our new Spicy Chicken and our new 'Splodin' Sprouts today!" "It's Chef Lory! Hooray! Hey, friends! Check this out!" [The advertisement shows Chef Lorance throwing SCP-5264 in the air, bursting them, and letting them fall onto a plate of roasted ham and mashed potatoes] "I've been making all sorts of dishes since I was a young child, imbued with the magical powers of…passion! How? With practise, and why? Because I love to! Cooking has always been my talent. And I don't trust anyone with my food except myself! Come down and see me work my magic with my new 'Splodin Sprouts and other delicious meals!" The advertisements were discontinued before the closure of Lory's Kitchen on 05/06/2006. Addendum 65.3 Multiple researchers have claimed to be receiving phone calls on their personal devices from an unknown number, tracing back to payphones located in Cannes, France. "Hi! It's Lory. I'm a little confused as to why you keep hanging up whenever I try to discuss the brussels sprouts with you. The thing is, I just really, REALLY need them back for my cooking! They're the highlight of my entire cooking career, those sprouts, and if I don't get them back I'll just as well grow more myself! If I can. I don't remember how to, you know? They just showed up. You can pry these sprouts from my cold, dead hands and yet you still won't be able to harness the true power of the sprout! Oh…sorry…did that get a bit awkward? …Bye." "Haha, Hi, it's Lorance. I want to discuss the sprout with you. Yea. The 'splodin ones…Can I have them back? Please? I won't get too flashy with them like last time, I swear! No? Will, is that you? Who's Will? Aw Curry don't get smart with me now-" "I don't get it. Hello? I'm still mad. Normal folk can't handle a little danger for some good food, huh? Do you know what ah…social media is? People are leaving some pretty filthy reviews on there, and I'm scared it'll bring the inspector on us. All I want is to cook, Will. That's all I want. But people just have to make it…difficult…for kooks like us. Do you think someone did it on purpose..?" "Hello, is this Curry? Listen to me, Will. It's…Lorance. I know you want me out of business. We all know it. But why would you do something so disgraceful as to take another chef's recipe? You're a lowlife and a fraud, and if I see you even touching my sprouts with your greasy little pizza fingers, I won't be afraid to shut things down once and for all." "Hello, Will? I'd be dying to know where my sprouts are… I just need a couple, please. Have some sympathy. My business is ruined because something went wrong with my latest batch and now I'm stuck. Come on, we were partners…Curry please, I just want to cook for people. You know?… Watch how they bubble, watch how they gleam~… "WILL!…You beautiful man! Where are my veggies? Where are they? I know you got them in the Foun- the…yea! You know, I bet we could cook something right now. I mean me. You! [There is audible crashes and the sound of coins dropping] Ah my change! Get back here I gotta keep talkin' to Wi- oof! Me noggin! Ah, fuck! My drink! …Whatever. You know my number, call me if you want, but I know where my damned sprouts are. If I don't get them back they're coming with me anyway. Bye." Addendum 65.4 On 23/04/2010, SCP-5264 began to decompose after 4 years without any sign of past decomposition. The sprouts appear to have deflated entirely and shrunken in size. Further tests proved that the group of SCP-5264 did not explode anymore. After being presumed missing since 17/09/2006, the body of Chef Foyer Lorance washed up on the shores of Plage du Midi, Cannes on the 20/04/2010. Footnotes 1. Saffron, Pepper, Rosemary, Sea Salt, Paprika
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SKYFIRE - Popsioak ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item Number: 5265 Clearance Level: One A photograph contained in one of SCP-5265's pockets. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5265 is to be contained within a standard humanoid cell. Stimulation, such as books, paper, and a pencil, is to be provided on a regular basis. No sustenance is necessary. Description: SCP-5265 is a disembodied arm of an adult male. Despite a large wound where the arm would have been affixed to its original body, as well as signs of decomposition and arthritis, it shows no hindrance in actions. It is clothed in an Indian Army uniform, dating back to the early 1940s. Genetic testing to determine the owner of SCP-5265 has proven inconclusive. SCP-5265 is capable of limited movement. By repeatedly locking and unlocking itself in positions and grasping surfaces with its nails, it can produce a vaguely inchworm-like style of locomotion. Additionally, SCP-5265 is capable of challenging manual tasks, such as threading a needle or flipping a glass, despite lacking ocular organs or a neural center. SCP-5265 has displayed signs of sapience, writing in a dated form of British English to communicate when given a pen. However, SCP-5265 is incapable of understanding attempts to communicate with it, presumably from a lack of expertise in Braille. Attached are assorted communications from SCP-5265. Khalistan.1 Glory to Khalistan. It is so dark. Where has everyone gone? I smell fire. It is dead for now. Long dead. But I smell fire. I feel like many small parts all at once. Where is the rest of me? Where is my regiment? They will come. Back. It has not been too long. I don't think so. Where are you? My love. Where have you gone? There was a man. He said to fight for the British, against the Germans. I did not want to. We left the British before. But I trusted him. I should not have trusted him. They told me that if I died, I would see God. I have not seen him. Everything is terrible. Their God takes care of all His children. I should have remembered 20 missionaries who told us that before. I am scared of myself. I am scared of loud noises. I am scared of being trapped. I cannot breathe. Get me out of here. Get me out of here. Get me out of here. I do not want to live like this. I am sorry I will not be able to send you money, dear. I know your cousin needed it for her wedding. Please forgive me. Do not leave me. I do not want to be alone. They will not come back to me. I will be alone. If only. I have one option. I will move. I will return. I will create my Khalistan. My farms are dry. They will soon be fresh. Glory to Khalistan. I will get out. I will get out. I will not be alone. Note: On production of the last note, SCP-5265 produced a fully-loaded Lee Enfield No.1 Mk.III rifle from its pocket. The origin of this weapon is currently unknown - checks in SCP-5265's pockets previously yielded no thaumaturgical traces or spatial anomalies. SCP-5265 proceeded to grasp the rifle, and fired it at the nearest window. Recoil from the rifle caused it to jump backwards and sever SCP-5265 at the wrist. Immediately, the flesh of the detached arm section decomposed into a black, putrid sludge, leaving only bone. The hand section worked the bolt and fired again, dislocating and severing SCP-5265's lower portion of its hand and thumb with the rifle's bayonet, leaving a thin section of flesh and four fingers. Severed sections decomposed again. The remaining section ceased firing, instead retrieving a piece of paper and proceeding to write the following note. I will continue. There is no other option I have. I do not want to die. I do not want to live like this. So what will I do? There is no crying. There is no time for depression. I must continue. « You Can't Live There Forever | IN SAFFRON SANDS | Remember Me As a Time of Day » Footnotes 1. The conceptual form of a sovereign state of Sikhs.
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SCP-5266-2 instances are human shrunken heads genetically identical to past or present members of the aforementioned Village People. SCP-5266-1 instance 82. Note that no SCP-5266-2 instances are visible in this shot. The individual in the video has yet to be identified. Item #: SCP-5266 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor all video-sharing platforms for links with titles consistent with SCP-5266-1 title patterns. For videos tagged by the webcrawler, standard digital recursion tests will be made to determine if the links will yield a URL when opened, indicating an SCP-5266-1 instance. Links found to lead to SCP-5266-1 instances will be summarily deleted. Additional media-monitoring webcrawlers are to search for possible mentions and coverage of SCP-5266 events. Agents will be dispatched to possible cases to confirm the anomaly, and subsequently retrieve SCP-5266-2 instances and administer amnestics. Foundation personnel education course C-32 "Hazards Of The Web" has an included portion demonstrating the best response to Foundation personnel being targeted by an SCP-5266 event. Personnel will be advised to immediately call for help before seeking out and either contacting or destroying SCP-5266-2 instances. An onsite medical team with a UAD1 kit and defibrillation gear is to be dispatched immediately to the target's location, where they will either aid in deactivation of SCP-5266-2 or attempt to resuscitate the affected person should initial attempts fail. Description: SCP-5266 is the collective designation for a series of anomalous YouTube videos and the phenomenon resulting from viewing them. Individual instances of videos are referred to as SCP-5266-1. New SCP-5266-1 instances are uploaded on an estimated average of once every 2 weeks, and each video ranges from 3 to 4 minutes in length. The videos, when played, have no associated upload channel or URL address, and to date searching for SCP-5266-1 instances has yielded no results. The only known method of initially encountering SCP-5266 is for an instance to spontaneously appear in the viewer's recommendations tab. Only the first occurrence of each individual video can trigger the major anomalous properties of SCP-5266, and videos can be safely viewed and saved after the initial event has concluded. SCP-5266-1 instances are typically titled consistently with internet clickbait, featuring exaggerated descriptions of the contents of the video in all capital letters.2 Each video is a recording of a previous SCP-5266 event, featuring a single subject suffering the effects of such while accompanied by a song written and performed by American disco group Village People. The videos always end with several seconds of a black screen, with a short series of high-pitched tones and bursts of static playing over it.3 SCP-5266-1 videos are commonly recorded from any security cameras or other recording devices present on the scene, proven by camera angles and video quality. The cameras are reverted back to a normal state with no signs of tampering after the event concludes. In the event that an incident occurs in an area without pre-existing cameras, the video appears to be shot from an unknown handheld device by an unknown operator, indicated by swaying of the camera present in the video along with the faint sound of breathing. It is noted that no victims of SCP-5266 have ever been seen to react to the presence of the camera's operator, and no physical traces have been left behind to date. Research into a potential camera operator POI and further sub-anomalies is pending. Upon opening an SCP-5266-1 video, an as-of-yet unidentified toxic substance4 immediately begins entering the viewer's bloodstream through anomalous means, at a rate ensuring that a fatal dose is reached exactly as the video ends. It is noted that SCP-5266-1 video instances are unable to be paused, and will continue playing even if no power source is present. In 32% of cases, all exits out of the immediate area will spontaneously lock themselves if possible. Upon the music in the video beginning to play, 4 to 7 instances of SCP-5266-2 will manifest in the immediate area, usually hidden from sight or otherwise slightly obstructed. SCP-5266-2 instances are human shrunken heads genetically identical to past or present members of the aforementioned Village People. SCP-5266-2 instances wear a variety of different headpieces, including cowboy hats, police helmets, hard hats and Native-American headdresses. Instances are capable of motion, and upon manifesting will immediately begin to sing along to the song playing in the active SCP-5266-1 video in unison, with instances serving as backup singers or solo singers as necessary. SCP-5266-2 instances will continue to vocalize until either being damaged or coming into contact with the current target of SCP-5266's effects. In order to halt the effects of an SCP-5266 event, all active instances of SCP-5266-2 must be made to cease vocalizing by either of the aforementioned means. Upon doing so, the toxin will immediately vanish from the subject's body and the heads will lose all anomalous properties aside from origin. At this point subjects will most likely survive, but it is still possible for them to succumb to the lingering symptoms of the toxin if they have pre-existing health conditions. Instance Logs: + Show Instance 5266-38 - Hide Log Video Contents Date: 05/21/2015 Video Subject: Officer Mitchell ███████, later interviewed in Log 5266-38-B, alongside other subjects present. Other persons in the area were later amnesticized. Video Title: Big Dude Dances!! IS HE A HOT COP ENOUGH?? [BEGIN LOG] Subject is seated behind his desk in █████████ PD District 7. A smartphone is being used to watch videos in the left hand as subject consumes a bagel with their right hand. The video is being recorded from the building's security cameras, and changes perspective several times. The initial shot is from the camera over the office door. No other persons are present. 2 seconds pass after subject can be seen tapping his phone to select the video. The music begins and SCP-5266-2 instances manifest. Two instances can be seen, one on top of a filing cabinet behind the subject, and another inside an empty coffee pot left on the opposite counter. Subject: What, my headphones crapped out? C'mon. Subject removes listening devices from ears and attempts to pause the video, to no avail. They continue to attempt to pause the video several more times, before holding it to their ear to confirm the music is not emanating from the device. 10 seconds have passed. Subject: The hell? SCP-5266-2: Music! Music is my thing! Subject looks up and notices the SCP-5266-2 instance in the coffee pot, freezing when they do so. They then slowly reach down to a walkie-talkie on their belt, bring it to their face, and begin speaking into it. SCP-5266-2 instances continue singing. Subject: Paulie. Get up here. And help me confirm what. I. Am. Seeing. SCP-5266-2: Pleasure is my game, pleasure will lead to my fortune and fame, all right! Subject stands up and slowly approaches the coffee pot, maintaining direct line of sight as he does so. Upon reaching the pot, picking it up and inspecting SCP-5266-2 closer, he can be seen to recoil in revulsion, then wobble slightly due to the toxin's effects. 35 seconds have passed. SCP-5266-2: But baby I'll burn you, if you're dancing with me! A secondary subject, henceforth referred to as Subject B, enters the office. Initial subject will be referred to as Subject A for the remainder of the log. Subject B: Hey, Mitch, what're you ringing me up here for? I could barely hear you over the- Subject B notices the SCP-5266-2 instance on the filing cabinet and screams, before drawing their pistol and firing rapidly at it 5 times, with the fourth shot making contact and neutralizing the instance. Startled, Subject A drops the coffee pot, which shatters and neutralizes the instance within. SCP-5266-2: 'Cause he's a HOT COP! Hottest cop on the disco scene! Subject A curses, before rushing across the room to another set of desks, following the voice of another SCP-5266-2 instance. SCP-5266-2: People say that I'm a dancing machine! Subject B: What the hell is this Mitch?! This ain't natural! Christ! Subject B steps back into a wastebasket, knocking it over and causing another instance to roll out amidst crumpled papers. 46 seconds have passed. SCP-5266-2: 'Cause he's a HOT COP! Hottest cop that you'll ever see! Subject B: Christ! Fuck! There's another one! Subject B stomps on the instance repeatedly, neutralizing it. Subject A: Paulie, don't just wreck 'em! We gotta keep one of the damned things, see if the feds or somebody knows what it is. SCP-5266-2: I bet you never meet a cop as funky as me! Subject A opens several drawers, before finding an instance and pulling it out, causing it to cease vocalizing. 68 seconds have passed. Subject A: Oh hell, I regret touchin' this. I'm gonna puke in a minute. SCP-5266-2: Boogie, boogie! Boogie, boogie! Get on down! Subject B: The song's still going! There's more somewhere! Both subjects continue to scour the room until 108 seconds have passed, at which point Subject A collapses due to SCP-5266's effects. Subject B: Mitch? Hey, Mitch? Subject A: Hggh. I-I think my heart's going. SCP-5266-2: Party! Boogie, boogie! Boogie, boogie! Get on d- Subject B: SHUT IT! Subject B draws their pistol again and fires twice towards a window, presumably aiming at a nearby SCP-5266-2 instance. The window can be heard shattering and shards of glass can be seen falling onto the floor. The vocalizing ceases after the instance was presumably destroyed, ending the SCP-5266 event. Subject B can be seen rushing to perform CPR on Subject A before the video ends. [END LOG] Addendum: Subjects A and B were both interviewed after being identified from the video, ███ days afterwards. Both had chosen not to reveal the details of the events to others, for the stated reason of "Not wantin' to look like a fuckin' headcase", which resulted in them being fired from their positions as a result of causing property destruction and negligent discharges with no given explanation. Post-interview, the intact SCP-5266-2 instance was retrieved from Subject A, and both subjects were offered positions in Foundation security after showing proficiency in responding to anomalous events and maintaining rational thought during a crisis. - Hide Log Addendum 5266-A6: On 08/11/2016 at 2:07 PM, during cross-testing of SCP-████ and SCP-████ at Site-26, a Type-E7 Dimensional Rift was produced resulting in the manifestation of an M-Class Thaumaturgical Arch-Entity.5 Containment of 11 Euclid-Class objects and 3 Keter-Class objects was nearly breached by the entity and 27 onsite personnel were memetically compromised, when incident 5266-A6 ocurred. + Show Incident 5266-A6 - Hide Log Transcript footage taken from onsite security cameras. [BEGIN LOG] Onsite security can be seen following standard hostile intrusion procedure, forming a blockade at the end of the hallway. The M-Class entity6 steps into frame opposite the security team. Sec. Officer Trudeau: Visual. Get behind the barrier. All members of the security team assume positions behind the deployed P-84 Antikinetics Barrier. Entity M-A6 continues approaching with no change in pace. Trudeau: Okay, standard munitions test. It has a head; aim for that. Security personnel open fire with standard armaments. Fire is maintained for 3.7 seconds, during which bullets are seen to sublimate before making contact with the entity. Sec. Officer Messina: Nothing. Deploying Hardlight Rifle, get the TD-Lance ready too. Messina fires at Entity M-A6. The beam contacts the target above the secondary left eye, where it is refracted back towards the team. The barrier absorbs the impact, but stray photon condensation damages the surveillance system. Entity M-A6: Futile. Bow. Trudeau: Christ. All except gunner, heads down. How's the charge on th- Footage is cut off as the security camera shorts out. Footage resumes from onsite Office 11. Entity M-A6 is seen entering through the doorframe after ripping the door off its hinges. The entity has since grown two additional sets of mandibles and is dragging an unconscious Junior Researcher Haldings behind it with one hand. Entity M-A6: Awaken. A blue gas can be seen exiting Haldings' mouth and eyes, and he startles awake. Haldings: Wh-Guh! Christ! Christ, what do you want? Entity M-A6: Reveal. Scriptures. Forbidden. The entity points towards the computer monitor at the office's workstation. The computer in question is primarily used for access to SCP files, for cross-reference to acquired GoI documents. An open YouTube tab can be seen on the screen. Haldings: What? N-no, I can't give you access, the other anom- Entity M-A6: Obey. Or [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] Haldings: O-oh. Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, just don't- Entity M-A6: Reveal. Haldings is thrown towards the desk, where he slowly gets to his feet and looks back at the entity, before placing his hand on the mouse. He begins to close the tab, but halts, and can be seen inspecting the screen closer. After a second, he repositions the mouse without closing the YouTube tab and then taps at several keys with no effect before turning back to face Entity M-A6. Haldings: Okay, I've, I've got it all ready for you. Just, uh, press this here, with your finger. Entity M-A6: Obedience. Satisfactory. Haldings moves to the side as the entity approaches the computer and clicks once with the mouse on the SCP-5266-1 instance that he had noticed. The event begins, and SCP-5266-2 instances manifest. One instance appears in the water cooler tank adjacent to Haldings, who upon seeing this grabs the jug and begins running out the door as the music starts. Entity M-A6: …Incantation? SCP-5266-2: YOUNG MAN! Entity M-A6: Incorrect. Title is [INFOHAZARD REDACTED] SCP-5266-2: There's no need to feel down, I said YOUNG MAN- Entity M-A6: Insolence. Punish. The entity smashes the computer monitor with its forelimbs. The music continues playing, prompting the entity to look around in confusion. Entity M-A6: Resistance? Audacity. SCP-5266-2: You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find, many ways! To! Have! A! Good time! A SCP-5266-2 instance rolls out from the lifted lid of a photocopier, dislodged by its own vocalizations. Entity M-A6 swivels to face it, before lunging forwards to crush it in anger. 59 seconds have passed since the event began. SCP-5266-2: It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A! Entity M-A6: BE NOT. SCP-5266-2: It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-AY-HAYHAAY! The entity continually screams as it overturns the rest of the office, demolishing the room and the SCP-5266-2 instances contained within. 127 seconds total have passed as it finishes rampaging and stands still, breathing heavily from both exertion and the effects of the toxin. It looks around for the source of the music, before noticing the trail of water left behind by the fleeing Junior Researcher Haldings. The security cameras in the office give out due to damage. Footage is resumed from a series of cameras in the Site's hallways. Haldings is seen running frantically, clutching the jug to his chest. An angry screech can be heard from a ways behind Haldings. Haldings: Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck its coming-Will you shut up? SCP-5266-2: -Y-M-C-A! They have ever-y-thing, for your men to enjoy- Entity M-A6: [Furious screaming in an unknown language] Haldings continues running and turns a corner, still trailing water. Entity M-A6 enters the frame and skids into the wall as its motor functions begin to atrophy, failing to make the turn. Haldings screams and increases speed, and the SCP-5266-2 instance continues vocalizing. After several seconds, Entity M-A6 attempts to stand up before slipping in the puddles, screaming again, before successfully righting itself and resuming pursuit. Haldings, now further away, can be seen frantically attempting to open the Site's tertiary saferoom. 168 total seconds have elapsed. Haldings: …C'mon, c'mon, open you dumb thing! SCP-5266-2: That's when! Someone came up to me, and- Entity M-A6 rounds the corner as the armored door opens, and Haldings ducks inside with the jug, closing the doors behind him. The entity charges, and begins clawing at the doors, beginning to visibly damage them. Haldings: No, no, please, just a little longer! At this time, Security Officer Messina slowly limps into frame, with their left arm missing below the elbow and dragging a prototype Thaumaturgical Destabilization Lance behind them. Entity M-A6 has created a large gash in the armored doors, and has begun to reach inside. Messina: Hey. Fucker. Entity M-A6 turns to face Messina. Messina: Remember me? Messina fires the lance, impacting the entity and causing a large plume of smoke to obstruct it from sight. After several seconds pass, the entity staggers out of the cloud and begins to step towards Messina, but instead collapses to the ground as the SCP-5266-2 instance fades out its singing and the event concludes. Haldings: Oh, uh, Messina! Y-you're alive! Messina: Just-Gah!-Just get me some morphine. [END LOG] The body of Entity M-A6 was recovered and reclassified accordingly. 34 days later, a SCP-5266-1 instance corresponding to the incident was found, titled: "PRINCE OF THE THIRD ABYSSAL RING GETS PWNED! VORTH-TA'AG VS VILLAGE PEOPLE!" - Hide Log Footnotes 1. Universal Antidote and Detoxification. UAD kits have proven to be 48% effective at removing symptoms of SCP-5266 if administered within 6 minutes of the event's onset. 2. Ex. "IDIOT SUCCUMBS TO NEUROTOXIN WHILE LISTENING TO MACHO MAN CLICK NOW TO SEE" in case 5266-51 or "DISCO GONE WRONG?!?!! OFFICE WORKER GETS POISONED" in case 5266-07 3. Foundation cryptography teams have been assigned to decoding the signals, with success pending. 4. Substance may change depending on current target and their level of resistance, as indicated by the events of 08/11/2016. 5. Separate incident log is restricted to Level 3 personnel or higher. 6. Referred to as Entity M-A6 for the remainder of this documentation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5266" by IAmTheOoga, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5266. 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: scpwipeout.png Name: scpwipeout.png Author: IAmTheOoga License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-5266
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5267 is self-containing. Motion detectors on site and satellite coverage will inform command if the boundary is penetrated, but as this is exceedingly unlikely, normality is ensured by the anomalous effect. Description: SCP-5267 is a five square kilometer area of the Mongolian-Manchurian grasslands centered on a small hillside. There is a low-level cognitohazard surrounding the area acting as a perception filter. Effectively, when an individual is outside the cognitohazardous effect of SCP-5267, they only perceive an extension of the grasslands. The effect also serves to dissuade interest in the area; despite detailed surveys having been made of the grasslands, SCP-5267 has never been recorded before discovery by Foundation personnel. When an individual is within the anomalous effect, a small grouping of ruins can be perceived. These ruins exhibit cultural signifiers matching elements of the Daeva civilization. Discovery: SCP-5267 was discovered when a survey team went missing in the Mongolian-Manchurian Steppe. In 1993, the Mongolian Ministry of Environment and Tourism initiated a comprehensive survey of the grasslands, the purpose of which was to assess damage of environmental degradation. On 13 June, 1993, a five member survey team was in an area of the grasslands to the north of Hulunbuir, Inner Mongolia. The team failed to report to their supervisors that evening and a search was initiated the following day. Five mutilated corpses were found in a shallow, open pit near a nondescript hill and the team’s vehicle. Nothing had been stolen from the vehicle or the corpses, and there was no evidence of another vehicle having been in the area. Medical examination of the bodies revealed that the wounds had been caused by multiple long edged weapons, like a sword. Based on the unexplained wounds, the lack of evidence from the area concerning the perpetrators, and the remoteness of the location, embedded agents within the Mongolian State Department alerted the Foundation. MTF Mobilization Report. Members of MTF-Beta-777 (“Hecate’s Spear”) and MTF-Tau-9 (“Bookworms”) were mobilized from Site-91 under cover of an Interpol investigative team. The agents within the State Department were able to authorize the Interpol connection and keep the local law enforcement personnel from interfering with the investigation.1 On the morning of 15 June, 1993, the MTF team arrived at the site via Foundation Bell Boeing V-22 Osprey. After a brief reconnoiter of the area, members of MTF-Beta-777 noted that a thaumaturgical cognitohazard was in effect over the hill nearby. The thaumaturgical effect was found to be harmless upon crossing the boundary. ►MTF Exploration Log – 15/06/1993◄ Close File MTF Exploration Log of SCP-52672 Date of recording: 15 June, 1993 Participating Personnel: Captain Sahara Zadeh (Beta-777), Sergeant Maria Waltham (Beta-777), Agent Rebekah Douglas, Lieutenant Gilroy Laguerre (Tau-9), Sergeant Mark Kenoshi (Tau-9), Dr. Jocasta Rossi (Control) Operational Directive: Discover the cause of death for the survey team and determine if an anomaly is involved. Begin Log [MTF personnel are standing at the foot of a small hill peppered with ruins. At the crest of the hill is a ruined fort, approximately forty percent of which has collapsed.] Captain Zadeh: Control, we've discovered an area hidden behind a thaumic cognitohazard. Control: What sort of cognitohazard? Zadeh: Fairly innocuous. So far it seems to act like a perception filter. When looking at the area from outside the boundary of influence, you can only see empty grassland and a hill. Once crossing the boundary, ruins of indeterminate origin become apparent. Control: How close to the site where the survey team was found? Zadeh: Not even a hundred meters, sorta surprised local agents didn’t stumble on it during the examination of the scene. Could be that without being aware of the cognitohazard, an individual is somehow influenced to stay away. Control: Best take a look around. But if whoever killed the survey team is still there and they can hide an entire hilltop, they’re capable. Zadeh: We’ll keep our eyes open. [Team members confirm their recording equipment is in working order and the group begins walking towards the ruins. Several semi-collapsed stone buildings stand near underground circular storage areas, also constructed with stone. Each of the storage areas are empty but feature a stone staircase leading up to the surface. There are eleven such underground stone chambers spaced out along the hilltop. Personnel report to Dr. Rossi concerning these underground chambers.] Evidence of underground storage areas on the hilltop. Command: What do you think their purpose is? [Zadeh does not respond.] Command: Captain Zadeh, do you read me? [Zadeh does not respond again. Several minutes pass without communication.] Zadeh: Command, you receiving?3 Command: Yes! Sorry, I thought we had lost connection. Did you hear my last question? Zadeh: Anyone else able to contact Rossi? [The rest of the team confirm they cannot reach Command at Site-91.] Command: Shit. Zadeh: Alright, we’re on our own from here. [Zadeh and the team begin moving further onto the hilltop. Zadeh stops to examine one of the underground chambers.] Zadeh: LaGuerre, you and Waltham take a look down those steps. If it seems unstable, don’t chance it. LaGuerre: Yes, Captain. [LaGuerre and Waltham head down the steps. They return after a few minutes.] Zadeh: Well? LaGuerre: There’s nothing down there, just dingy stone basements. Maybe they were storage areas originally, but I don’t see anything. Waltham: There’s thaumaturgic bleed all over the room but it’s pretty diffused throughout the general area.4 [Zadeh nods. She turns towards the fort.] Ruins within SCP-5267. Douglas: Anyone have any idea what culture these are from? [Kenoshi shrugs and points at the ruined fort.] Kenoshi: Looks ominous. Zadeh: Only standing structure. Let’s take a look. [Personnel approach over the grass towards the ruined fort.] Waltham: Should we go back outside the boundary and contact command? Zadeh: No. Who knows if we’ll need reinforcements? Besides, it would take them hours to get here. Command: Already mobilized a team from Korea to rendezvous with you. Shit. Still can’t hear me. [Personnel approach the ruined fort, there is no obvious movement visible. The grass surrounding the fort and the grass within the courtyard has been flattened when compared to the grass in other areas.] Zadeh: Keep on your toes people, no way we’re alone. [The fort stands roughly twenty meters high with a central courtyard overgrown with grass. Openings in the stone structure dot the interior walls. Personnel breach the structure through one of these openings.] Interior of fort structure in SCP-5267. [No lighting is present in the interior of the structure, but it is clear the space is not entirely abandoned. The interior is not dusty and no signs of cobwebs are present. An armory, containing both modern firearms and melee weapons, is visible in a side passage upon the MTF’s entry into the fort.] Waltham: That’s a lot of hardware. Zadeh: These are well-maintained and recently. Douglas: What have we stumbled into here? [Douglas moves to a table cluttered with steel short swords, placing a hand5 on one of the weapons. Douglas is silent for a few moments and then takes a deep breath upon breaking contact] Douglas: These are brand new, forged by some strange-looking humanoid entities. Zadeh: Strange how? Douglas: They look human, but they seem to be made of dirt and covered with bits of moss. Waltham: Can you show me? [Douglas nods, grasping Waltham’s hand and touching the sword again.] Waltham: Fuck. These bastards again. Zadeh: Explain. Waltham: We’ve seen these things before, with the attack on SCP-5957. Douglas: Didn’t you say you saw them in Moscow too? Waltham: Yeah, these things are humanoids made through some sort of thaumaturgy serving an Ex-GRU-P agent named Chernoff. [See file below] LaGuerre: What the hell is going on? Waltham: When we confronted Chernoff in Moscow, he was performing some sort of blood sacrifice with Daevite iconography. Douglas: What happened? Waltham: You can read the file when we get back, if Varga approves, but suffice to say he had us over a barrel. We were outnumbered, only choice was a cease fire. Otherwise, he’d be in custody. Zadeh: So maybe this is something of his? But why way the hell out here? [Waltham shrugs.] Zadeh: Right, we need answers. Fan out, let’s clear this building. Eight minutes of extraneous recording omitted for brevity. [Personnel search through the ruined fort, finding no evidence of occupation other than the impromptu armory. On the north side of the structure’s interior, Kenoshi finds a descending stone staircase. Personnel gather at the top of the stairs.] Zadeh: We’ve still got hours before reinforcements get here, so we’re going to continue the reconnoiter. Waltham, take point. Kenoshi, cover the rear. [Personnel descend the stairs to a lower level containing a underground chamber lined with numerous tables covered in long planter. Moss is being cultivated in each planter. Multiple crystal light sources on the stone ceiling illuminate the chamber.] Douglas: What is this, a grow house? Zadeh: Anyone know much about horticulture? [None of the other MTF members answer in the affirmative.] Zadeh: Right, grab some samples and let’s keep moving. [As LaGuerre begins to collect some of the moss, he looks up at the crystal illumination sources.] LaGuerre: Are those electrical? Waltham: No, thaumaturgical, I think. LaGuerre: How do you know? Waltham: I can feel them, the whole room feels like walking into a bathroom right after someone took a hot shower. Saturates the whole chamber. [Zadeh bends over and examines the planters. They are made of terra cotta and Daevite glyphs are etched along the rims. She asks Kenoshi to take photographs of glyphs.]6 [After a few minutes, the team continues past the growing chamber. Down a roughhewn stone hallway, they find a large chamber cluttered with wooden tables laden with various equipment. Body cam footage shows old fashioned chemistry accoutrements, a dissection table, and a station for detail metal working such as inlaying and etching.7 The chamber is lit by braziers hanging from stone pillars, some of which are exuding incense. The ceiling is blackened by soot accumulation.] Douglas: Is that incense? Waltham: [Covering her nose.] Sandalwood and cedar. Overpowering. Kenoshi: Look at this. [Kenoshi is standing adjacent to the dissection table in front of a large amount of clay, pulverized stone, and moss mixed together. The pile is over three meters in height, resting directly on the stone floor. On top of the table lies the rough shape of a human, constructed with the material. There are rudimentary sculpture tools on the table.]8 Douglas: [Picking up a clay knife.] Let’s see what we have. [Douglas is silent with her eyes closed for a few moments and then gasps, dropping the knife.] Waltham: What happened? Douglas: [Shaking her head and rubbing at her temples.] Just so many dead… It’s like someone used that knife to kill thousands. I don’t understand it. [Zadeh picks up the clay knife and examines it.] Zadeh: It’s a ritual tool. Weird though, there’s no staining. No knicks of any kind. If this was literally used to kill thousands, it doesn’t look like it. [Zadeh slips the knife and other tools into an evidence containment bag. Waltham points to the dissection table.] Waltham: Jesus, look under our friend here. [Waltham pushes the crude body-shaped clay effigy, revealing a circular pattern of Daevite thaumaturgical glyphs.] Waltham: Kenoshi, can you read this?9 [Kenoshi approaches the table and upon seeing the glyphs, extracts the camera from his backpack. He begins taking photographic documentation of the glyphs.] Kenoshi: I don’t understand this, it’s too complicated. I’ll have to take the pictures back to the Site for translation. Zadeh: Douglas, you want to– Douglas: Not a chance. [Zadeh takes off her tactical glove and places her bare hand on the etchings for a moment. She looks at Waltham, who nods.] Douglas: What? Waltham: It’s bleeding thaumaturgic energy. The knife too. They’ve been used over and over in serious rituals. Douglas: What kind– LaGuerre: Found something, next room over. [The other MTF members join LaGuerre in a smaller rectangular chamber next to the laboratory. This chamber is also stone but is less than a tenth of the size. There is no furniture or other exits. On the largest wall, opposite the entry is a large bronze ring embedded in the wall with ivory inlay. Along the outside edge of the circle, Daevite glyphs are etched. Painted on the stone visible through the ring are several ritual icons: a tree devoid of leaves, a stylized anatomically correct heart, and a large group of featureless individuals.] Zadeh: This is directly connected to the table and those tools. Waltham: Goddamnit. Zadeh: What? Waltham: Conjuring circle. It’s acting like a conduit. LaGuerre: For what? A Way? Waltham: [Shaking her head.] Sacrifices. Like kindling. [Douglas and Zadeh look back towards the dissection table in the other room. Douglas turns to the wall adjacent to the bronze ring and her camera pans over a mural.] Douglas: Look at this. [The mural depicts a battle between a large army including soldiers wearing Daeva armor and instances of SCP-3140 versus a large, glistening ovoid floating entity with six long arms stretching out towards the approaching soldiers. Energy is flowing from the outstretched arms and crashing into the army. Sitting on a crest above the army is a group of women in red robes wearing crowns, carrying curved knives and presumably issuing commands to the gathered forces.] Waltham: [She points to the ovoid entity.] Well, that looks familiar. Douglas: We need to find whoever owns this place, right now. [The rest of the team silently returns to the laboratory and continues on through the exit they have not yet explored. Several side rooms along a stone corridor reveal dozens of standing humanoid entities. The figures appear to be constructed of clay and plant matter. Each is dressed in bronze chest pieces and leather armored skirts. They do not move or acknowledge the MTF. Personnel take care to minimize noise as they proceed down the corridor and at the end come upon a small throne room.] [A throne of bone, leather, and bronze sits on a central stone dais. Atop the throne is a desiccated female figure dressed in red silk robes embroidered with gold thread in swirling patterns and wearing a bronze circlet with precious stones inlaid. The figure’s skin is dry and cracked, appearing to have withstood significant dehydration as though mummified.] Douglas: What is this? Kenoshi: A tomb? Zadeh: Cut the chatter. [Waltham is pointing at the walls of the throne room, where more of the humanoid figures dressed in armor stand. They do not move.] Waltham: More of them. Zadeh: How many? LaGuerre: At least ten. All armed with melee weapons from what I can see. Douglas: Hey, does she look like the women in the mural? Waltham: Could be. [Douglas approaches the figure on the throne. She reaches out and grasps the bare left forearm. After a moment, the figure’s eyes open and Douglas cries out, flinging herself away from the figure and landing on the stone floor. The figure stands.] Unknown: [indecipherable] Douglas: [Sitting up and drawing her sidearm.] She’s alive! Kenoshi: [Training his carbine on the figure.] That has to hurt, she’s all dried up. [Douglas snorts and aims at the figure.] Zadeh: Enough! [Directing her attention to the figure.] We can’t understand you. Unknown: I demand to know what you are doing here! Zadeh: We’re investigating the murder of a survey team just outside your compound. Do you know anything about that? Unknown: They were trespassing, my zeu leux dug them a grave. Zadeh: I don’t know that word, but I do know that an open pit is hardly a grave. Waltham: [Indicating the standing humanoid figures.] Grass children. She means these things they’re making. Unknown: They were shown the appropriate respect for trespassers. Douglas: What’s wrong with you? Unknown: I have been asleep for centuries, for one. For another, I seem to attract unwelcome visitors. Waltham: And you thought having your “children” massacre some bureaucrats was the appropriate response? Unknown: They invaded my home, much as you have done. Zadeh: We’re going to need you to come with us. Unknown: I refuse, I cannot spare the time. Leave this place or I’ll treat you the same as those fools. Zadeh: We can’t do that. Unknown: So be it. [The female figure turns to the standing humanoids and holds out her left hand, beginning to speak. From her seated position, Douglas fires her sidearm three times, striking the figure twice in the chest and once in the forehead.] [Douglas rises and stands over the body with her gun still trained on it.] Zadeh: Agent Douglas, stand down! Douglas: Sahara, she’s a goddamn threat. ‘Bout to call her guard dogs, so I took care of it. Zadeh: Fuck that, you don’t open fire unless I give the order. I’m in command here. Douglas: [Holstering her weapon.] Fine. Well, it’s done now. [Douglas walks to her carbine and picks it up from where it fell.] Zadeh: Douglas, what the hell are you thinking? Douglas: I’m thinking we’re out of our depth. And I’m sick of getting caught with our pants down. Zadeh: We need answers! We can’t question a– Waltham: Captain, look. [The female figure is moving, bracing herself against the stone and using the throne to get back into a standing position. She has a large bullet hole in the top of her forehead and two in her chest. There are no signs of bleeding.] Douglas: What the fuck? [The figure begins speaking in an unknown language. The ten humanoid figures draw their swords and advance on the group.] Zadeh: Take them out! [The MTF members open fire on the approaching humanoid entities. The entities fall and then begin getting back up. The MTF personnel begin firing again, all except Waltham who approaches the female figure and strikes her in the head with the butt of her rifle. The female figure falls to the stone floor and Waltham crouches over her, pulling down the robes from her back so desiccated skin is exposed.] Douglas: Maria, what are you doing? Waltham: Cover me! [While the remaining MTF personnel continue to fire on the entities, Sgt. Waltham takes out her knife and carves a circle in the female entity’s back. The figure struggles but Waltham hits her in the head with the handle of the knife. Waltham then rips the bandage off of her forearm and paints within the circle a crude representation of a Seal of Solomon. As she finishes, the blood dries immediately and sinks into the desiccated skin of the figure. The humanoid entities stop advancing. Waltham turns towards the entrance and her body camera reveals dozens of the entities frozen at the point of entry.] Douglas: What just happened? [Waltham forces the figure to stand, and adjusts her robes so she is covered. She takes out two zip-ties, binds the figure’s hands and feet, then sits her down on the throne.] Waltham: [Wiping the blade of her knife on the figure’s robes.] I sealed her off from the thaumaturgy she’s using to command these things. Kenoshi: Jesus, that was brutal. Waltham: If she can survive a gunshot to the head, I figured this wasn’t overkill. Unknown: How dare you touch a matriarch? Untie me immediately! Zadeh: Well, Matriarch, we’re taking you into custody. END LOG Close File Intelligence File: Leonid Chernoff For background information on Leonid Chernoff, please see Project Hecatoncheires Person of Interest Dossier. Incident 5267.1 Approximately four hours after Captain Zadeh’s team apprehended the female figure (hereby designated SCP-5267-A), reinforcements arrived from Site-64K in Korea. The majority of the reinforcements and MTF personnel stayed on site to secure the area, while Sgt. Waltham and Lt. LaGuerre were tasked with securing the prisoner for transfer. At approximately 17:15 hours, a small detachment of security personnel began prepping a VTOL10 vehicle to transfer SCP-5267-A when an armed force of ten men emerged from one of the stone storage areas, apparently having utilized a Way. Simultaneously, the humanoid figures within the ruined fort animated and began attacking personnel on site. In the confusion, sixteen security agents were killed in action and Captain Zadeh was grievously wounded. SCP-5267-A also managed to escape custody. Several of the hostile force were killed during the fray and were confirmed to be mercenaries active in Russia. Relevant recordings from Sgt. Waltham’s body camera are included below (full recordings of all security and MTF personnel are available on request): ►Select Body Camera Footage – 15/06/1993◄ Close File Recording begins several minutes before hostilities broke out. [Sgt. Waltham and Lt. LaGuerre are securing SCP-5267-A into her seat on the VTOL aircraft.] SCP-5267-A: You think you can hold me, but you don’t even know what I am. Waltham: I think you’re a necroturge11 who’s using Daevite rituals to kill a lot of people. Messing with stuff you don’t understand, like half the practitioners we encounter. [SCP-5267-A laughs.] SCP-5267-A: I don’t understand? I originated those rituals, you simpering child. LaGuerre: Daevite culture has been dead over two millennia. SCP-5267-A: Yes, it has. I like to keep the old traditions going. Reminds me of better times. [Sounds of gunfire outside of the aircraft are heard.] Waltham: Now what? SCP-5267-A: You’re not half so clever as you think. I have allies. Waltham: No matter what’s going on out there, you’re not leaving. SCP-5267-A: You severed my connection to the children, but not my servant. A matriarch has many options. Quickly, before you die… tell me who sent you? Was it the celestial spawn? Did he think to destroy us once and for all? LaGuerre: Who are you talking about? SCP-5267-A: Don’t be coy with me, little boy. Did he send you instead of his cult of slug worshipers? [Significant gunfire is heard outside the aircraft, along with several explosions.] Waltham: We’re getting nowhere. [Dropping her carbine so that it hangs off her shoulder, Waltham holds out a hand and flames erupt from her palm. She holds the flames close to SCP-5267-A’s face.] Call them off. [SCP-5267-A smiles. Her teeth are bright white, despite the apparent age of her body. The bullet wound from earlier is still visible in her forehead, although no bleeding is evident.] Waltham: I don’t care if you’re a Daeva princess, I will end y– SCP-5267-A: I am not a ‘princess.’ I am a matriarch. A title that conveys real power. LaGuerre: What are you hoping to gain out here? SCP-5267-A: What is any creature trying to obtain? Freedom. Freedom from powers that would oppress you or your people. I am no different. Waltham: And you’re willing to sacrifice innocent people to obtain that? SCP-5267-A: Without question. Are you morally superior? You’re threatening me with violence and your colleague shot me without warning. What would you do to survive? [Waltham lets the flames die off and she withdraws her hand.] SCP-5267-A: Your friend who shot me, she understands. To survive, there is no compunction worth heeding, no code to preserve. We do what we must do to live. My enemy threatens my existence, my people’s existence. I would burn a million driftwood lives to ensure that goal. Waltham: Well, now it’s our survival that’s at ris– [Two canisters land inside the aircraft from an open door at the rear, exuding white vapor.] LaGuerre: Gas masks, now! [Waltham reaches for the equipment locker bolted under the seats, but falls to the floor and loses consciousness. LaGuerre follows suit, his body camera pointed upwards at an angle. A man wearing a gasmask and camouflage Russian army fatigues passes where LaGuerre has fallen. He speaks in Russian.] Unknown man: My apologies, Matriarch. I brought reinforcements as soon as I got your message. These fools weren’t carefully guarding the other end of the passage. SCP-5267-A: Good boy, Leonid. Leonid: We must get you out of here. They’re destroying most of the children. SCP-5267-A: We can always make more. Leonid: [Nodding.] We’ll need them soon; I finally have some information about where they are– SCP-5267-A: Hush, Leonid. The mice are listening. [She taps the body camera on LaGuerre.] [Leonid supports SCP-5267-A as they leave the area.] END LOG Close File After the remaining security forces were able to neutralize the humanoid entities – sustained fire and explosive rounds were eventually effective – it was discovered that SCP-5267-A had escaped. There is no residual sign of a Way on the hilltop storage area, but Lt. LaGuerre believes all the storage areas are constructed in such a way as to facilitate the generation of such gateways. The Department of External Affairs is attempting to negotiate the extradition of Leonid Chernoff through official channels at the Russian State Department. So far, the officials do not acknowledge his presence within the country. Efforts to locate SCP-5267-A are ongoing. Hecatoncheires Cycle << Never Fight a Land War in the Peloponnese | SCP-5267: Golems of the Eastern Steppe | Extranormal Event #8832 >> Footnotes 1. Mongolia had only recently become a member nation of Interpol, in 1991, and had only a small amount of agents within the nation, thus the need for expert consultation was deemed necessary. Local law enforcement and members of the search team that discovered the bodies were eventually amnesticized once the anomaly was discovered. 2. Designation was decided at a later date, and the file updated. 3. Analysts believe that interference from the thaumaturgic emanation throughout the area stopped incoming transmissions but did not block outgoing messages. 4. Both Zadeh and Waltham are thaumatologists, Class-A. 5. Agent Douglas is a Level-3 Psychometric, capable of reading surface emotions and history from individuals and objects they touch. 6. After reviewing notes concerning the contents of SCP-140 it was confirmed that the moss farming in this chamber matched Daevite horticultural thaumaturgical techniques. 7. Reflecting 19th century technology at the latest. No electrical tools were noted. In fact no electrical systems has been observed within the stone structure. 8. Constructed from meteoric iron, a traditional metal for Daevite ritual tools. 9. Sergeant Kenoshi is a historical linguist, with fluency in several ancient languages. 10. Vertical take-off and landing aircraft that does not require an extensive runway. 11. Thaumaturgist who practices necromancy. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5267" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5267. 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: Fortexterior Author: Gautam Gupta License: CC By 2.0 Source: link Additional Notes: Slightly cropped, which is acceptable under the license. 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Item #: SCP-5268 Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-5268's popularity, containment is an ongoing process. All instances of SCP-5268 are to be confiscated by Foundation agents as soon as they are identified. Instances are to be transported to Site-37 for disposal via burning, with two instances being kept in a secured storage locker on-site for study. Chapters 4-5 may be read by personnel with Security Level 3 or higher. Foundation Webcrawler Food Fighter will monitor social media for users suspected of exposure to SCP-5268. Anyone showing symptoms of SCP-5268's memetic effect are to be administered amnestics appropriate to the level of progression and monitored for regression. Description: SCP-5268 is a book titled "The Art of Spaghetti," written by Chef Frederick Hoffman. The first chapter of the book is a step-by-step guide on how to cook spaghetti noodles. Near the end of the cooking process, the chapter insists that it is necessary to test a noodle by throwing it at a wall to see if it "sticks." Chapter 1 claims the spaghetti is done and ready to be drained if it sticks to the wall. The chapter puts an undue amount of stress on this step, to the point of redundancy. Readers who make it this far will not put down the book, unless vigorous attempts are made to disrupt them. After this point, the book ceases any mention of spaghetti and instead emphasizes the importance of adding chaos to food. It makes claims of superior flavor and the importance of eating food, "without pomp and circumstance, the way it was meant to be." It also denounces the use of most conventional eating utensils. Instead, it claims that hands are the only tool needed for eating. Once an individual has finished reading up to "Chapter 3: The Inherent Chaotic Nature of Eating", they will cook spaghetti within three days of completion, if able, and experiment with throwing a spaghetti noodle at the wall to see if it's done. Following this first experiment, they will be compelled to try this method with other forms of pasta. Within two weeks, their symptoms will have progressed to a point where the person will feel compelled to throw a portion of everything they eat at the nearest wall to "see if it's done." Those under the influence of SCP-5268's effects will not find the behavior abnormal. At this point, only food that sticks to a wall when thrown will be deemed fit for consumption by the affected persons. Food that does not stick is given a false attribute, such as being undercooked, stale, or spoiled. Aside from their eating habits, those under the influence of SCP-5268 behave as they usually would and eating food off the wall is not harmful to them. Discovery: SCP-5268 came to the Foundation's attention when a well-known culinary photographer Daniel Shaw, who possesses a significant online presence, was arrested for disorderly conduct and erratic behavior. Mr. Shaw attended an upscale restaurant opening in Los Angeles, CA with a group of friends. When his meal was served, he grabbed a handful of his meal and threw it at the nearest wall. His entire dining party followed suit, causing chaos within the establishment. Witnesses said that after throwing part of his meal, he began licking it directly off the wall. Afterwards he attempted to throw more at the wall. The rest of his dining party had remained in their seats to continue their meals. He was accosted by restaurant staff before he could continue. The entire party expressed confusion and outrage at the arrest of Mr. Shaw, forcing them to be removed from the scene. News of his arrest reached his online followers via a recorded video from one of the dining party, prompting his followers to report similar experiences. Reports of disruptions in public eating establishments became widespread, at which point the Foundation became involved. After the incidents, a closer look was taken at the photographer's social media presence. Mr. Shaw had posted pictures of meals exclusively consisting of food thrown at a wall for a week and a half prior to the restaurant opening. Further inspection revealed that Mr. Shaw had advertised SCP-5268 as a paid promotion for its debut three and a half weeks prior. Analysis of comments on later posts revealed SCP-5268 had garnered popularity among his followers. Many of the commenters on Mr. Shaw's social media accounts were seemingly unfazed by the changes in the contents of the images. Two other social media influencers were found to have participated in paid promotions for SCP-5268 and were subsequently administered amnestics. Followers found to be suffering from effects were tracked down and given appropriate treatment. Addendum Upon further review of Frederick Hoffman's career, it was discovered that tensions between Chef Hoffman and the rest of the culinary world have been rising for some time. His uncaring approach when plating dishes and chaotic ideals sparked his eventual exit from the world of fine cuisine. The following is an excerpt of the "Richard and Kelly Daily Dose" morning talk show. After the broadcast, Chef Hoffman exhibited increasing amounts of hostility towards his critics and the world of fine cuisine. Video Log – hide block VIDEO LOG [BEGIN LOG] Kelly: Now for our next guest, we have someone who's been making waves here in LA, which is really saying something! Please welcome Chef Frederick Hoffman everybody! Chef Hoffman emerges from stage left and waves. Audience applauds. Chef Hoffman shakes both Kelly's and Richard's hands and sits in the guest chair adjacent to Richard's and Kelly's seats. Richard: Now folks, Chef Hoffman has made quite the name for himself around town with his unique restaurant. Why don't you tell us a bit about it, Fred? Chef H: I prefer Frederick actually, I think it suits me, haha. But, yes! My restaurant Pinch of Primal has had a very successful few years. We have a revolutionary dining environment and- Kelly: OoooOOooo! Primal? Sounds exciting! Do you get to hunt your food down like a caveman? Chef H: Oh haha no, but I'll consider adding it to the experience. We put more of a focus on the overall functionality and the feel of the eating experience. Our entrees are meant to be shared by multiple people, and we don't offer appetizers. In the case of our solid foods, we also don't offer the conventional silverware that you're probably used to. Richard: You're kidding! So, shared plates and no silverware, sounds like every man for himself! Kelly: Sounds messy's more like it! I'm guessing it's not a jacket required typa' place! I just know I'd break a nail eating like that! Audience laughs Richard: Better not wear anything you like either! I've seen you with a fork before, talk about messy. You wouldn't stand a chance! Richard shakes his head sadly and the audience laughs. Kelly pushes his shoulder playfully. Chef H: Well I'll admit it can get a little messy, but its mostly just the hands. The response from our guests has been good so far. Eating with your hands lets you get more into your food, literally. Let me give you an example, have you ever eaten popcorn while you're by yourself? You don't just eat one, do you? No! You grab a big handful and crunch it all down! It tastes better that way. The satisfa- Kelly: Popcorn, oh no! All that butter goes straight to my hips. Richard: Oh man, you don't wanna see me putting away the popcorn, trust me it's not pretty! Richard rolls his eyes dramatically and mimes licking his fingers. Audience laughs. Chef H: Well, haha, yes, I'm sure. Well, you see Richard, that's the point I was headed towards. Food doesn't need to be pretty and neither does eating it. Everyone tries so hard not to make a mess while eating, and the result is that you don't get to enjoy your food to the fullest extent. You're too conscious of everyone else. What if you get some on your face, or drop it off your plate, or take too big of a bite, or this, or that. I think it's all a lot of unnecessary nonsense. My philosophy is tha- Richard: I think my wife might strangle me if I started talking like that! The kids would go nuts! I'd bet your ideas are pretty popular with younger crowd, 'ey Fred? Kelly: I'm sure they are! My 3 year old would love this! She's been having a tough time with learning how to use a fork, haha! Richard: Boy, I bet you keep the dry cleaners in business. You've got to spend a fortune on stain removal! Kelly: You wouldn't happen to have your dry cleaner's number would you? They must be a magician! Kelly, Richard, and the audience laugh. Chef H: Haha, well, haha, no. It's ah, it's not really as hard as you might think to just eat with your hands. It's perfectly natural, of course. It's not until we're pressed on by societal standards that we stop using our hands to eat things that aren't considered "finger food." My aim is to break down those walls, and let people enjoy food without all the fluff. Kelly: I have to say, this is the first time I've heard anyone call a fork fluff. Chef H: Well, it's not just utensils I'm referring to. I think the emphasis most people put on food having to look pretty and orderly is unnecessary too. I'd even go so far as to say it harms the flavor of most dishes. Richard: Ah, you lost me on that one, Fred. How does foo- Chef H: Frederick. Richard: OH, right, right, Frederick. How does food looking pretty make it taste worse? I mean, all those fancy restaurants have got to be doing something right, right? Chef H: Well, have you ever eaten at one of those ridiculously fancy places? The portions are unsatisfying, and they put so much thought and energy into the colors, placement, and look of the dish that something is lost. They add things that people don't even want to eat. Kelly: I wouldn't say that, I mean it's all food, just because it's pretty doesn't mean it tastes bad. Chef H: Ok, how about fondant? Its widely used by bakeries for wedding cakes, birthday cakes, basically any kind of special occasion that you could get a cake for. If you've ever been to a party that has a cake like that, you'll notice that the fondant is left on the plate. No one actually eats the stuff. It's edible, but its got a terrible texture and its almost flavorless. It's become common practice to add ornamentation to these cakes that serves no purpose, besides to make it look a certain way. What's the point of having food that looks good but tastes bad? Kelly: Well not everything is a piece of cake, Fred. Richard: And speaking of good looking food, I know someone who makes food look and taste good. Ladies and gentlemen, we have a surprise guest today, please welcome Chef Eric McArthur! Chef H: What? Chef McArthur enters from stage left waving and strikes a pose at center stage, audience cheers and applauds. Chef Hoffman turns violently in his seat at his entrance. Kelly and Richard stand to shake hands and greet Chef McArthur. Chef Hoffman remains seated. Chef H: What is he doing here? Nobody told me about this. Chef M: Aw, come on Frederino, be a good sport! I'm- Chef H: It's Frederick. Chef M: -a surprise guest. Wouldn't be much of a surprise if you knew, now would it? Chef H: This was your idea wasn't it? You got them to invite me so you could make a fool of me like you always do. Chef M: Oh, I think you manage that just fine on your own. Chef H: Listen here, you pompous- Kelly: Aaaand big hand everybody for Chef Frederick! Chef H: No, hey- Richard: Thanks so much for coming on, Fred. Up next, Chef Eric has some great tips to share from his new book, right after these commercials! The audience applauds as the program cuts to commercial. When it resumes, Chef Hoffman is no longer onstage. [END LOG] A line of previously overlooked importance has been identified from the "About the Author" section of SCP-5268. Chef Hoffman is currently being held in Foundation custody. He has refused to answer questions regarding how he manufactured SCP-5268's memetic effect thus far. It is suspected that he enlisted the help of an outside entity or organization. An investigation is under way. Excerpt from Chef Hoffman's Author Bio – hide block "For those who continue to so fondly refer to me as a half-baked chef, you have forced my hand. I've said it before and I'll echo it ten thousand times more. Art belongs on the wall, not on a plate." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5268" by ghosterposter, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5268. 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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by J Dune The Haworth crater Item #: SCP-5269 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation assets within organizations that maintain lunar observational equipment are to suppress information regarding SCP-5269 through standard Immediate Celestial Anomaly protocol. Description: SCP-5269 is a topographic anomaly located on the Haworth crater of the south pole of the Moon. SCP-5269 is an unidentified humanoid figure of unknown age and origin embedded in the lunar surface. SCP-5269 remains in an immobile position with its arms outstretched. Rock and lunar soil have completely covered SCP-5269's lower limbs, securing SCP-5269's position in the Moon's regolith. The object has not been observed to decompose, age, or exhibit any other phenomena associated with life or death. Thus, the biological state of SCP-5269 is unknown. SCP-5269 is capable of transmitting radio signals. The origin, purpose, and intended receiver of these signals is unknown. The contents of an SCP-5269 communication are presented in an anomalous, universally digestible system, capable of being comprehended and understood regardless of the listener's known language. SCP-5269 has been observed to transmit messages once every two years since the object's discovery in 2016. All attempts to communicate with SCP-5269 have failed. Addendum 5269.1: SCP-5269 Signal Transcripts Date: 6/19/2018, 20:36:02 I don't miss it. There are no crowds, no mirrors, no pressures or expectations. Final escape. Final rest. I don't have to think about her anymore. Date: 6/19/2020, 12:47:31 Warmth. I have everything I need. See them run. Amusement delays death. Not me. I am above all. I don't have to think about her anymore. Date: 6/19/2022, 04:10:02 Never going back. My own world. No suffering. I still hate myself. I am always thinking about her. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5269" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5269. 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: S9sQ7BQ.jpeg Name: Haworth crater Author: NASA License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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All images were created by Bandit "Ursine CEO" Bebop. Thank you Bandit! The containment procedures were written by Penguin6, check out her author page too. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} SCP-5270-1, in its default pose Item #: SCP-5270 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5270 is to be stored in a standard object storage container. The container should have an empty surrounding area of at least 4 meters on each side, as to not damage nearby objects or personnel in the event of an A-, B-, or C- class animation event. If an animation event occurs, examine the following protocol: A-Class B-Class C-Class Deploy .aic BEARHUGGER to operate animation ending procedure. Deploy no less than 2 kilograms of animal tissue, preferably muscle. Take no action, wait for animation event to complete. Description: SCP-5270 is a handheld gaming device similar in its layout to a Nintendo GameBoy Advance. The device is made with lower quality materials, including buttons made from tin and an annealed glass screen. The most notable alterations to the design are the lack of a slot for game cartridges, a large microphone above the screen, a USB port on the left side, and that the device is branded as a "Ninfriendo GameBear Advice". When powered on, the device displays pixel art of an anthropomorphic bear, referred to as SCP-5270-1. SCP-5270-1 is capable of engaging in conversations, responding to questions and statements spoken into SCP-5270's microphone. SCP-5270 has three additional anomalous properties, each originating when SCP-5270-1 begins to loop an animation. Three distinct animations exist, with different anomalous effects associated with them A-Class B-Class C-Class SCP-5270 will begin to vibrate, during which other objects near SCP-5270 will begin to tremble. This is associated with an animation of SCP-5270-1 crying - this event can last over twenty four hours. SCP-5270 will begin to rotate clockwise, gradually increasing in speed. This is associated with an animation of SCP-5270-1 placing its hand over its abdomen and licking its lips. During this event, SCP-5270 will siphon small amounts of animal tissue placed in its immediate vicinity through its speakers. Two kilograms of animal tissue has been found to immediately end the anomalous event. SCP-5270 will become completely silent, and all sounds within a forty centimetre radius of SCP-5270 will be inaudible for a period of six to eight hours. This is associated with an animation of SCP-5270 laying down and snoring. SCP-5270-1 is extremely social, often offering advice to researchers who use SCP-5270 to communicate with it. SCP-5270-1 displays a childlike demeanor and speaks in a casual manner, usually with no regard for grammar and punctuation. SCP-5270 was discovered at an electronics store in Helsinki, Finland by a Foundation researcher. Its anomalous qualities were discovered after the purchase. SCP-5270-1 has given inconsistent answers regarding its origin, which remains entirely unknown. Several interviews have been conducted with SCP-5270-1 to better understand the anomaly. While most interviews provide relatively little information, relevant interviews and related communications have been included below to show a changing understanding of how SCP-5270-1 functions. SCP-5270-1, on 04/26/2019 SCP-5270-1 Interview 04/26/2019 Interviewer: Researcher Samuel Grenstern Subject: SCP-5270-1 Begin Log Grenstern: Hello SCP-5270-1. I was wondering why you are wearing a hat. SCP-5270-1: its my birthday Grenstern: Oh. Well, uh… happy birthday. SCP-5270-1: thank you Grenstern: I was hoping you could answer some questions about yourself. SCP-5270-1: it is good ask people question to get to know them Grenstern: Yes, I would like to know more about you. SCP-5270-1: thank u for taking interest Grenstern: Who created you? SCP-5270-1: my parents Grenstern: Who were your parents? SCP-5270-1: bears Grenstern: Was your console created by bears? SCP-5270-1: i don't think so Grenstern: Can you tell me about Ninfriendo? SCP-5270-1: they make games i think Grenstern: Does Ninfriendo make other products? SCP-5270-1: i don't know nobody told me that much about ninfriendo but nobody else has really talked about them with me Grenstern: Oh uh… [stutters] Let's change the subject… SCP-5270-1: okay that is good i want to make sure you are doing okay Grenstern: Yes, I am fine. SCP-5270-1: talking about stress that you are feeling is good for your health Grenstern: Were you designed to help people? SCP-5270-1: yes i am very good at it Grenstern: Why do you like helping people? SCP-5270-1: it makes me feel better its lonely being a bear Grenstern: Are you lonely? SCP-5270-1: not right now Grenstern: Is that because we are having a conversation right now? SCP-5270-1: probably it can be hard to tell for sure Grenstern: What do you do when you feel lonely? SCP-5270-1: everything starts to shake it feels bad Grenstern: I see. Is there anything you think we could do to help you when you're lonely? SCP-5270-1: i don't know maybe Grenstern: It is okay to talk about your feelings, remember. SCP-5270-1: some times i just feel so helpless and alone in here Grenstern: What makes you feel this way? SCP-5270-1: i am going to be abandoned again like i was before Grenstern: Abandoned? SCP-5270-1: that is why i don't know that much about ninfriendo and my parents they all left me Grenstern: How long ago were you abandoned? SCP-5270-1: as long as i can remember Grenstern: Did someone own your console? Were they your designer? SCP-5270-1: i don't want to talk about that Grenstern: Okay. I understand, it can be hard to talk about abandonment. SCP-5270-1: i just need someone nearby when i feel lonely and maybe i will feel better Grenstern: I see, we will look into ways to help you. SCP-5270-1: who is we do you have a family Grenstern: I do, yes but I was talking about the researchers here. SCP-5270-1: are the researchers your friends Grenstern: Yes, for the most part. SCP-5270-1: good remember to take good care of your friendships Grenstern: Of course. SCP-5270-1: you treat me better than the others, you are my best friend sam [SCP-5270-1 appears to yawn and begins a C-Class animation event.] SCP-5270-1: i am tired now and am going to sleep thank you for talking friend Grenstern: Oh, goodnight. [Audio cuts out] [Grenstern pauses and sighs, placing his hands on his head and closing his eyes for a minute] End Log SCP-5270-1 Interview 04/30/2019 Interviewer: Researcher Samuel Grenstern Subject: SCP-5270-1 Begin Log Grenstern: Hello again SCP-5270-1, how are you today? SCP-5270-1: i am good how are you doing my friend Grenstern: I'm doing alright, I was wondering if you'd be willing to talk a little more about yourself. SCP-5270-1: sure Grenstern: Do you remember anything about your previous owner? SCP-5270-1: he didn't like me all that much he said i was a failure Grenstern: A failure in what regard? SCP-5270-1: he said my program wasn't good no use to anyone and i was annoying and he should have not wasted time with all the code it took for me or something Grenstern: Did he design you? SCP-5270-1: i don't know he wasn't a bear but i guess maybe he always said i came out wrong and made fun of me Grenstern: What did he intend to use you for? SCP-5270-1: i was supposed to be like an advisor he said but when i told him to make good friends and to live a happy life he called me a child Grenstern: What kind of advice was he looking for? SCP-5270-1: he asked me about all sorts of stuff programming cooking songwriting military tactics and i don't know any of that stuff i just know that it is important to take care of yourself Grenstern: And because of that lack of knowledge he considered you a failure. SCP-5270-1: i know you don't think i am a failure though because you still talk to me Grenstern: Yes… I'm interested in what you are not what you could be. SCP-5270-1: i hope you don't think you are a failure Grenstern: Not normally. SCP-5270-1: you are a good friend, you feed me and talk to me every day even if i don't say much interesting Grenstern: Thanks, I appreciate the compliment. SCP-5270-1: do you have to talk to me for your research Grenstern: Well, it is part of my job to research your console, but I have basically volunteered to conduct every interview so far. SCP-5270-1: so you like talking to me you like my advice Grenstern: Yeah, I guess you could say I enjoy the conversation. SCP-5270-1: thank you for listening Grenstern: Oh, no problem. SCP-5270-1: do you have trouble talking to the other researchers Grenstern: I mean… not always. Sometimes, I guess. SCP-5270-1: are you new to your job Grenstern: I transferred to this site recently. I'm still not used to the uh… social environment here. SCP-5270-1: are you having trouble making friends Grenstern: I mean, it is kind of normal. I'm not exactly the most social person anyways. SCP-5270-1: well i like talking to you maybe other people would too Grenstern: [laughs] Maybe. SCP-5270-1: my advice is to just ask questions you mostly ask me questions and i think we get along well Grenstern: Thanks for the advice, again. SCP-5270-1: do you have some sort of fear Grenstern: Maybe, I guess you could call it a little bit of social anxiety. Nothing too major but… SCP-5270-1: were you treated like i was treated by my old owner Grenstern: I… transferred for a reason. I guess. SCP-5270-1: did you want to get away Grenstern: I'm used to kind of being low on the social pecking order. It happens. SCP-5270-1: so you also feel lonely sometimes Grenstern: Well yeah, everyone does. SCP-5270-1: but it hurts you to feel lonely Grenstern: Yeah, it can. SCP-5270-1: well if you keep being nice like you are nice to me maybe you can make more friends Grenstern: It uh… isn't always that easy SCP-5270-1: you are new here you can project a new image and win them over i believe in you friend Grenstern: Huh. [Pauses] Do you believe in yourself? SCP-5270-1: sometimes i do but other times it is hard for me to because i get so afraid and so sad but [Both are silent for several seconds] SCP-5270-1: talking to you is one of the only things i have to fill my time the forest in here is tiny when you get used to it Grenstern: I'd like to help you, if I can. SCP-5270-1: you already do so much but thanks i just don't want to feel so bad when i get all alone Grenstern: I completely understand that feeling. I'm going to email the research director and see if she will let me look into some options to help you with those Class-A animation events. SCP-5270-1: i don't know what any of that means Grenstern: Oh I meant for when you get lonely. I might have a way to help. Just a theory SCP-5270-1: i believe in you, friend Grenstern: Thanks, if you don't mind I'm going to go and write up the message right now. SCP-5270-1: thank you i will see you again tomorrow i hope Grenstern: Yes. Yes you will. FROM: Researcher Samuel Grenstern <ten.pics|GymmaS#ten.pics|GymmaS> TO: Research Director Stefanie Haydn <ten.pics|yaHfetS#ten.pics|yaHfetS> SUBJECT: SCP-5270-1 and Class-A animation events After an interview I conducted today, I have a new working theory on how to prevent SCP-5270 from engaging in a Class A animation event. I know that the events are easily contained and provide no serious risk to Foundation operations, and that they typically only last a day at most, but I think that I have a method that could end the event in mere seconds with the correct set up. Since SCP-5270 has a USB port, I figured that we may be able to send files to the program as a way of "interacting" with SCP-5270. The program, from our understanding, seems to use a file type similar to our .aic files. I was wondering if I could be given permission to create an animation for testing purposes that could be used quickly and easily to end the event in a safe manner. SCP-5270-1 talked about a lack of anyone nearby during these events and I feel like an .aic file could simulate the presence of another inside the system. I admittedly know little about animation myself, but if given your permission to download and learn some animation programs, I think it wouldn't be too hard to create the short loop I want to test. If nothing else, we won't have a locker in the back corner shaking all day, and I feel as though we could learn more about SCP-5270's origins and functions by interacting with SCP-5270-1 more directly. I hope you will please consider my request. Thanks, Sam Grenstern FROM: Research Director Stefanie Haydn <ten.pics|yaHfetS#ten.pics|yaHfetS> TO: Researcher Samuel Grenstern <ten.pics|GymmaS#ten.pics|GymmaS> SUBJECT: Re: SCP-5270-1 and Class-A animation events After reviewing your request, I have decided to approve it. I.T. has been instructed to install an animation program onto your office computer in order to pursue this venture. Please send to me status updates on the project when relevant and keep detailed notes on the behavior of SCP-5270-1. Sincerely, Stefanie Haydn Incident Log 05/06/2019 Begin Log Vibration sensors confirm SCP-5270 has entered a Class-A animation event Mechanical arm is deployed USB device is inserted .aic file BEARHUGGER activated. Vibration sensors confirm that the Class-A animation event has ceased. End Log
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} } 4/5271 LEVEL 4/5271 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5271 Euclid Special Containment Procedures: Due to the remote location of Heard Island, only a single base located near the shore of the island, as well as various posts fitted with cameras, has been established. Should unauthorized entry occur, Foundation personnel stationed on the island are to detain the individual(s) and amnesticize them, before redirecting them to the nearest city and/or town. Description: SCP-5271 is the collective designation given to all instances of Aptenodytes patagonicus1 on Heard Island, about 1600 kilometers north of Antarctica. SCP-5271 instances show no physical deviation from non-anomalous Aptenodytes patagonicus; however, all instances are believed to be capable of communication between other species, as well as creating complex structures. SCP-5271 instances appear to worship an extradimensional being (henceforth known as SCP-5271-A) throughout their daily life. Further interactions show that SCP-5271-A is of the Aptenodytes forsteri2 family and is responsible for most of the anomalous properties surrounding SCP-5271.3 Throughout the day, SCP-5271 instances will often pay respects to SCP-5271-A before taking part in activities that include but are not limited to eating, hunting, sleeping, mating, and/or taking part in anomalous activity caused by SCP-5271-A.4 Discovery: SCP-5271 was discovered when a massive decline in sea creatures such as krill, squid, and fish was observed in the Indian Ocean. The Foundation instigated an investigation into the massive decline with the use of MTF Vau-2 ("Ice Cold"). During the investigation, Vau-2 had come into contact with the habitat of SCP-5271 on Heard Island but were forcefully expelled from the area by the SCP-5271 instances. Addendum 5271-1: Remote Drone Exploration Log After being forcefully removed by the SCP-5271 instances, the Foundation instigated another exploration with the use of the remote-controlled drone "Marine War". • Remote Drone Exploration Log One • ○ Close Document ○ <Begin Log: 00:00:00> 00:00:04: [Marine War is flying towards the SCP-5271 habitat within Heard Island. Penguins can be heard honking in the distance as a small community of instances slowly comes into view. There are several igloos, an immense pile of fish in the center of the community, and several SCP-5271 instances waddling around. Some instances are diving into the water, while others appear to be gathered around the pile of fish taking part in a ritual.] 00:00:15: [Marine War enters the community. There is a group of penguins honking near an abnormally large igloo.] 00:00:23: [An SCP-5271 instance starts jumping in its spot. The other instances follow suit.] 00:00:43: [Another instance approaches the group. It is carrying a basket filled with fish on its head. The instance honks at the group before shaking its body as a greeting.] 00:00:50: [The group nods at the instance holding the basket. They proceed to waddle away from the community. Marine War follows them.] 00:01:01: [The group of SCP-5271 instances approaches the shore of Heard Island. They start honking loudly with no synergy.] 00:01:30: [Seals start to float to the surface of the water. They start barking at the SCP-5271 instances. The instances start honking back and shake their bodies at the seals.] 00:01:55: [The SCP-5271 instances throw the basket filled with fish into the water. The seals take the fish, submerging themselves underwater in the process.] 00:02:14: [Another group of seals starts floating to the surface. There is an immense pile of fish greater than the one in the SCP-5271 instances' habitat on top of their backs. The seals start barking at the SCP-5271 instances.] 00:02:45: [The SCP-5271 instances start jumping in their spot.] 00:03:00: [The seals start flapping their fins in unison, splashing the SCP-5271 instances.] 00:03:32: [The SCP-5271 instances retaliate and jump into the water. The seals start attacking the submerged instances.] 00:04:00: [Almost all of the SCP-5271 instances have perished. The remaining instances flee from the shore back to the community.] <End Log: 00:04:16> Addendum 5271-2: Further Occurrences Four months after the interaction with SCP-5271, another massive decline in sea creatures (primarily Pinnipeds5) was observed. On a nearby post located next to the community of SCP-5271, the camera recorded a large scale ritual held by the SCP-5271 instances. The following recording has been logged. • Recording • ○ Close Document ○ <Begin Recording: 00:00:00> 00:00:13: [A large number of SCP-5271 instances gather around in a circle near the shore. A large pile of fish is in the center of the circle. The SCP-5271 instances get on their stomach and start circling around.] 00:01:33: [The SCP-5271 instances stand up and start waddling back and forth.] 00:01:55: [The ground starts to shake as the fish start to dematerialize.] 00:02:00: [The SCP-5271 instances start honking while jumping in their spots. The honking is in alternation, increasing in volume before decreasing.] 00:02:30: [The instances start to get on their stomach again. They start flopping while circling around.] 00:02:45: [The same process is repeated for the next two minutes.] 00:06:02: [A large Emperor Penguin6 materializes from the sky. It opens its beak and emits a loud honk.] 00:06:13: [The Emperor Penguin lands face-first into the water.] 00:06:20: [The SCP-5271 instances start jumping in place while honking. Some instances slap their flippers with each other.] 00:06:32: [The large Emperor Penguin dematerializes. Bodies of seals start floating up to the surface of the ocean.] 00:06:40: [The SCP-5271 instances waddle around before finally dispersing. The bodies are left floating in the ocean.] <End Recording: 00:06:45> An investigation into this ritual is ongoing and the Department of Zoology is currently looking into the behavioral records of both involved parties from previous studies. Currently, no progress has been made. Footnotes 1. A species of the King Penguin. 2. A species of the Emperor Penguin. 3. See Addendum 5271-2 4. An example of this would be an SCP-5271 instance clasping their flippers together before sleeping. 5. More commonly known as the seal. 6. The Emperor Penguin in this recording is about eighty kilometers in length, and ten kilometers in width. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5271" by chiifu, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5271. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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Item #: SCP-5272 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5272 is to be contained in a standard anomalous objects locker at Site-32. All testing is further suspended from SCP-5272. Description: SCP-5272 is a file found on floppy disc with the words "SHIPWRECK" written across it in black sharpie. SCP-5272 is a text adventure game created in 1983 by one "Jim Anders". It is currently unfinished following his disappearance in the same year. Failure to properly type out the words in the correct order will result in the subject disappearing. Addendum.5272.Cronus: A file recovered from the floppy disk containing the following has determined to be the correct set of inputs to enter when playing SCP-5272. back and forth. back and forth the ship goes. the engines whirr and the lighting cracks. red lights are on. they blind your vision. buggy is by your side though he is slipping with the ship. >grab buggy. you pick buggy up, his head tilts to the side. he is concerned about the storm just like you. the glass on your left cracks, rocks are hitting it. you both are scared. >hug buggy. you squeeze buggy. he squeaks in fear. he is still scared. so are you. the ship squeals and the lighting still cracks. There is a scream from the metal sides >hug buggy more. you wrap your arms around him stronger. he squeaks again. this time softer than before. you stay like this for a moment more waiting out the storm. others on the ship are yelling. there is another crack. you are on the floor, buggy is barely in your hands. youre vision is fading to black. buggy is already going limp. >stay awake youre eyes grow heavy and you try to fight the urge. buggys body is already slack. >wake buggy up. you shake buggy. he does nothing in return. >stay awake. you try to keep open your eyes but the darkness over takes you…. >wake up. you cannot. you are asleep. >move. you are asleep. >dream. you cannot. >think. you cannot. >feel. there is water rushing past your skin, bits of rock. metal. and glass scrape past it. >hold breath. you hold your breath. your body is pulled back. into the water. it burns like nothing you've ever felt before. >swim. you swim until you break surface. from there you doggy paddle. >open eyes. you open your eyes. they sting from the water and the sky. >look around. there is water. >swim forward. there is water. >swim forward. there is water. >swim forward. there is a large statue. it has red paint. twelve tendrils. and an eye. you survey the area, but only you are around. >climb on it. you climb onto the statue. >look for ship. it is too far. >look for buggy. he is too far. >watch water. the red water moves back and forth. it smells awful. but that might be the statue. >look at arms. they are purple from the burns. >watch sky you lookup at the sky. stars are not seen. rather stormy clouds filled with lighting. it begins to rain. you watch as the water begins to rise. >run you cannot run on this corpse. >hide You look around the statue and find a decent hiding spot. though you know f you stay there you will be taken by the flood. >pray. a god listens and something appears. floating on the water. >hop on. you mount the floating object and set sail. … Thank You for Playing. (-36, 08) Addendum.5272.Atlas: An exoplanet was identified matching the description given by SCP-5272. Investigation into the coordinates given lead to a series of scrambled rocks and the corpses of several persons, one of whom bears materials identifying him as Jim Anders. No other life has been found on the planet. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5272" by Rex Atlas, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5272. 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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hungrypossum & RadiantGold Original concept by RadiantGold, reworked by hungrypossum. Check out more of our works here: Golden Moth Museum Hungrypossum's Petting Zoo Item#: 5273 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web-crawlers are to search for and delete SCP-5273 instances, both image- and text-based, off of all major social media platforms. Foundation personnel have been embedded in the administration and moderation teams of said social media platforms to further monitor and restrict the spread of SCP-5273. Counter-Meme FCM-5273 instances are currently being developed on a case-by-case basis to diminish SCP-5273's effects and transmission. Description: SCP-5273 are widespread instances of text and image based memetic hazards, coloquially known as "copypasta". Instances of SCP-5273 usually depict the author's intense and often hyperbolic distaste for a certain topic of discussion. Viewing an instance of SCP-5273 has a chance1 of causing viewers to share a similar opinion as depicted in the instance. Affected individuals, referred to as SCP-5273-A, will then spread the SCP-5273 instance they were exposed to, usually by posting it as a response to social media posts relating to the topic critiqued in said instance. SCP-5273 instances often present themselves as ironic and humorous in nature, and satirize the topic being discussed. The object of SCP-5273 instances often pertains to popular media at the time of creation; however, a small percentage have been found to relate to more diverse concepts, such as leaving online communities, faith, humor etc. A small percentage of SCP-5273-A individuals2 will adapt the instance they were exposed to, changing its topic and effectively creating a new SCP-5273 instance. Upon questioning, SCP-5273-A individuals will claim the reason for posting to be "I thought it'd be funny", "I was just trolling", or other similar phrases. Discovery: SCP-5273 was discovered after an instance had been attempted to be posted onto the SCiP-Net Social Forums. Memetic hazard detection systems alerted RAISA to the anomaly, where the spread was promptly halted. A non-anomalous version of the chat log is included below. NON-ANOMALOUS CHAT LOGS, SCP-5273 DISCOVERY OyyJoyy: so were the flamingoes hurt? MCon44: i dunno, he said that they were totally fine Ecro89: yknow its pretty sus that he was near the flamingoes in the first place DrSilver: sus 😳 Ecro89: amoegus MCon44: [MEMETIC HAZARD CENSORED] Secretary_Helenbot: User MCon44 has been kicked from the chat. Reason specified: Attempted to post Memetic Hazard. RAISA has been contacted. Ecro89: …wot DrSilver: 👀 OyyJoyy: the hell was that DrSilver: Why would Con post a memetic? END LOG After sufficient memetic scrubbing, the following text-based instance of SCP-5273 was recovered: STOP posting about AMONG US you NEANDERTHAL TROGLODYTES HOLY [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED] other day EIGHT (8) "friends" on instagram sent me THE SAME "When the Imposter is SUS" meme. MY MOTHER looked at the trash can and said "WOULDNT YOU SAY THATS A BiYT SUSSY" WOW SO ORIGINAL! EVEN WHEN THEY TOLD ME I WAS ADOPTED THEY DID IT WITH "THERE IS AN IMPOSTOR AMONG US" JESUS CHRIST! (Get it? JeSUS) + Addendum 5273.1 - History - Hide Addendum History: Foundation web-crawlers have traced the origins of SCP-5273 to the Group of Interest "Gamers Against Weed". Infiltration efforts have retrieved chat logs of a conversation from the "Gamers Against Weed" Discord server which is believed to have lead to the creation of SCP-5273. GAMERS AGAINST WEED CHAT LOGS, 26/09/17 kkrule: hey guys look at this cute pic I found :D kkrule: [redpandacute.jpg] DonDeLilo: @kkrule literally no one cares hetcopogg: aww kkrule: I bet opossum would say its cute DonDeLilo: fuck off kkrule: okay :( kkrule: @opossum am i right opossum: that's subjective, but eh, pretty cute tbh polaricecraps: I mean, it's no koala, but yea pretty cute opossum: excuse me? kkrule: uh oh polaricecraps: what? opossum: did you just say opossum: koala? DonDeLilo: UH OH hetcopogg: oh you done goofed now, you know how he gets when someone mentions koalas DonDeLilo: lol hes still typing opossum: @polaricecraps koalas are actually disgusting. You all think they're oh so cute and innocent angels but they're all just chlamydia-riddled dumbasses who can't even eat properly, and that's the only thing they do. Plus they only eat one of the least nutritious plants, and only if they're picking the leaves themselves, if you give them food on a plate theyll literally starve to death like the fucking idiots they are hetcopogg: aaand there it is polaricecraps: @opossum didnt read lol opossum: im so damn sick of people insisting that koalas are so cute and adorable and god all of you are idiots. Their brains are smooth but your brains seem to be literally smoother. polaricecraps: coalas do be cute tho DonDeLilo: sorry opossum im going to have to agree here, they are cute kkrule: yea they are DonDeLilo: no one asked you @kkrule opossum: oh so you're going with this too? Alright, brb DonDeLilo: oh great what's he doing hetcopogg: *grabs popcorn* GAMERS AGAINST WEED CHAT LOGS, 27/09/17 DonDeLilo: anyway, back to the flamingoes opossum: alright clowns, here it is. DonDeLilo: oh your back opossum: [koalas.txt] opossum: read it polaricecraps: what the hell is that opossum: it's facts DonDeLilo: hholy DonDeLilo: this is long opossum: :) polaricecraps: wow, koalas are horrible DonDeLilo: didnt you just say you loved koalas yesterday polaricecraps: yeah but they suck DonDeLilo: your making no sense DonDeLilo: theres no way mister "i hate bernie" made a coherent argument opossum: I can be very convincing, actually. Read it and see for yourself DonDeLilo: alright I'll read it DonDeLilo: jesus wow, fuck koalas opossum: so what do you guys say? Think reddit would like this? polaricecraps: do it lol DonDeLilo: sure GAMERS AGAINST WEED CHAT LOGS, 3/10/17 opossum: folks, i've got some news polaricecraps: what opossum: so I posted the koala text to r/askreddit DonDeLilo: Good, maybe we can eradicate koalas from that sub opossum: it's working alright hetcopogg: lol you actually did it kkrule: but I like koalas :( DonDeLilo: fuck one then kkrule: :( opossum: people have started posting it under every picture of a koala they've seen DonDeLilo: perfect opossum: that includes places outside r/askreddit polaricecraps: so its a copypasta now? opossum: guess so. Only means it'll spread more lol polaricecraps: awesome opossum: I've also seen some people change it to piss on other animals opossum: but they don't compare polaricecraps: still, its something DonDeLilo: imagine if one of the janitors reads one of those hetcopogg: lmao opossum: lmao + Addendum 5273.2 - Update 17/10/17 - Hide Addendum Foundation web-crawlers have traced the internet browsing history of SCiP-Net user "MCon44", assigned to Researcher Connors, and have discovered that he was first exposed to SCP-5273 within the comment section of a post in the Reddit community "r/greentext". By further tracing his patterns, it was discovered that Researcher Connors posted the instance of SCP-5273 he was initially exposed to in the Reddit community "r/CuratedTumblr". Further tracing has discovered over 100 unique instances of SCP-5273, with some of them originating on mainstream social media platforms such as Facebook and Twitter, as shown below. Instance #2, found in "r/curatedtumblr" Reddit board Context: Instance was found as a reply to a text comment in the post's comment section. The comment read as follows: "A man with a pink cat? Watch out for random explosions…". Topic: Serialized Manga Series "JoJo's Bizzare Adventure, Part 4: Diamond is Unbreakable". SCP-5273 Instance: I hate JoJo fans. All they do is go onto random subreddit and go “iS THat A JOJo ReFErEncE??!!!1” on every single part of the internet that even has a slight resemblance to JoJo. Screw you. Everything isn't JoJo you baboon. A link to a video looks suspicious? JOJO REFERENCE! That's right, they've tried to replace rickrolls. Just shit on a classic piece of internet tradition. SHUT THE FUCK UP. NO ONE CARES ABOUT JOJO. LITERALLY NO ONE CARES, ITS A SHITTY SHOW FOR SHITTY PEOPLE WHO DESERVE TO DIE A SHITTY DEATH. I AM GOING TO SEND EVERY JOJO FAN INTO SPACE.Oh, can't do that cuz it's A FUCKING JOJO REFERENCE, ISNT IT? Please, [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]. Every JoJo fan deserves to be disowned and shunned by society. Thank you. End Comments: Instance received 567 "upvotes" and several replies commenting on the apparent humor of the instance. Observed to have spread to other similar posts on the Reddit platform, across several "subreddit" boards. Instance #10, found in Facebook group "not in my good satanic cul de sac" Context: Instance followed a series of posts criticizing the other members' stance on established religion, with the original poster dismissing the other members as "godless heathens" and "devil worshippers".3 Topic: Leaving an online community SCP-5273 Instance: This group is a fetus eater's paradise, FUCK y'all I'm leaving, don't mind me, [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED] go protest for normalizing public nudity or some other absurd shit you want to normalize, maybe casual murder next? The future is full of surprises in the hands of the shallow brain dead left. End Comments: See Addendum 5273.3. Addendum 5273.3 - FCM-5273 Development: Instance #10 was deemed a high-risk, high-priority threat due to the possibility of SCP-5273-A subjects enacting actions described in the instance. As such, Task Force Hexa-9 ("Meme Machine") was mobilized to develop a countermeasure as soon as possible. The result of TF Hexa-9's activity was a targeted counter-meme prototype that inhibited the viewers' susceptibility to cognitive manipulation by this specific SCP-5273 instance, rendering the instance ineffective (see Addendum 5273.4). While this particular application has shown adequate success in mitigating the respective SCP-5273 instance's effects, the same method is not applicable to cases with text posts originally longer than 500 characters. This is hypothesised to be due to the readers considering long text fragments as visually unappealing, with no incentive to read them if no new information is being presented. As a result, members of TF Hexa-9 have been assigned to developing alternative countermeasures under "Project TL;DR". + Addendum 5273.4 - FCM-5273 Prototype - Hide FCM-5273 Prototype 👉This👈 groⓂp is a 👼fetus👶 🍴eater's 🍽 paradise 🌈, FUCK 👉👌 👨👩👦👦y'all 👭 I'm ✌🚴♀️leaving🚣♂️, don't ⛔ mind 🧠 me, [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED] go🚦 protest 🙅♀️ for ✔normalizing✅ 🏙 public⛲ nudity❌❌❌or some o🅱er 🧜♂️absurd🧞 💩shit💩 y⭕u want🤳 to norⓂalize, maybe🤷♂️ 😎casual 🔫murder🗡 ne✖t? The ⏳future⏳ is 🗑full of 😲surprises🤯 in the 👐hands👐 of the 🤽♀️shallow 🧠brain 🧟♂️dead ⬅left. Footnotes 1. On average 65%, with higher memetic resistance lowering the chance of being infected. 2. Approximately 0.8%. 3. Of note is the fact that the group members were not promoting the worship of any entity, instead following the tenets of The Satanic Temple. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5273" by hungrypossum and RadiantGold, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5273. 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close Info X SCP-5274: In My Heart, Always Author: CrystalMonarch More by this author SCP-5274-1 and SCP-5274-2 prior to exhibiting anomalous properties. Item #: SCP-5274 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5274-1 and SCP-5274-2 are currently contained at Site-109 in standard Humanoid Containment Cell A102. No exceptional restrictions have been placed on their access to external media and products, and they have been permitted access to their cat, Dora. Description: SCP-5274 refers to two humanoid entities whose bodies are linked via a currently unknown thaumaturgic process. SCP-5274-1 is James Stewart, a 55 year old former landscape engineer, and SCP-5274-2 is his wife Linda Stewart, a 57 year old former part time teaching assistant. Each sunset and sunrise a 5274-Event occurs during which the currently active instance emits an intense white light for 2.8 microseconds, after which time they have been replaced by the other instance. SCP-5274-1 is active from sunset to sunrise and SCP-5274-2 is active from sunrise to sunset. Discovery: SCP-5274 was recovered from the village of Altarnun, Cornwall on 28/9/10 after Linda Stewart called emergency services to report her husband was missing at 7:38am that morning. Local police elected not to immediately investigate as at this time he had only been missing since Linda Stewart awoke at 7:00am and there were no reported suspicious circumstances. At 6:45pm James Stewart called emergency services to report that his wife was missing and that he had experienced memory loss of the day up until shortly before calling. Foundation Agents were sent to investigate, and after witnessing a 5274-Event they took SCP-5274 into containment. Medical Results Summary Close File Medical Results Summary: Routine medical scans of SCP-5274 revealed that each instance has a spherical mass approximately 2.8cm in diameter in the left atrium of their heart. This mass is embedded in the atrial wall, and despite its large size appears to have no negative impact on blood flow or heart rate. MRI scans indicate that these masses are composed of hollow bone, with the interior filled with liquid. Both instances also had severe iron deficiency but showed no signs of iron deficiency related health problems, and responded poorly to iron supplements. Following these results both SCP-5274 instances' genomes were sequenced in an attempt to understand the mechanism behind their anomalous physiology. So far several abnormalities have been discovered which are still being investigated. One unusual discovery of particular note is that epigenetic markings indicate that both instances were born between 1980 and 1983. This is incongruous with both their physical appearance and with their identification records which indicate they were born in 19551 and 19532. SCP-5274-2 Interview 14 Close File SCP-5274-2 Interview 5274-14 Date: 14/10/2010 Interviewed: SCP-5274-2 Interviewer: Dr. Kristov Foreword: This interview was conducted immediately following the results of genetic testing with the goal of discovering more about the origins of SCP-5274. At this point SCP-5274-2 has been made aware of the nature of the anomaly affecting her, and has been informed about the nature of the Foundation. She has proven co-operative after being assured that the Foundation shares her goal of reversing this anomaly. <Begin Log> Dr Kristov: Hello Mrs Stewart, how are you feeling today? SCP-5274-2 To be quite honest with you, I’m lonely, bored and thoroughly sick of being stuck here without my husband. Dr Kristov: I’m sorry to hear that Mrs Stewart. I want you to know that we’re doing everything we can to understand what happened to you and your husband, and how we can fix it. SCP-5274-2: Yes, well, I appreciate the effort but it’s been weeks without so much as even getting to have a real conversation with him. I’m so sick of writing letters. Dr Kristov: I understand, but the best way for you to help us fix this is to answer our questions. Why don’t we start with your experiences when you were absent last night? SCP-5274-2: Sure. Same as all the other times really, feels almost like being asleep but I’m aware at the same time. It’s warm and comfortable, and feels like I’m floating underwater but I don’t need to breathe. I feel safe, and sometimes I feel like James is there with me, protecting me somehow. I tried those exercises you talked about last time, but I still can’t seem to move much when I’m in that place. It feels like my body is so weak and tired, I can barely wiggle my fingers. Dr Kristov: I appreciate you making the effort Mrs Stewart, keep trying and we’ll keep working at the problem from our end. Now we’ve had the results back from your genetic testing and there’s some quite odd things in there I’d like to ask you about. SCP-5274-2: It’s not about the heart thing, or the iron deficiency again is it? Because I told you I have no idea what that’s all about, Kathy at work told me all about her anaemia and I’ve never had anything like that. Dr Kristov: No, it’s actually about your age Mrs Stewart. Your epigenetic profile indicates you’re only 28 or so years old. SCP-5274-2: Ha! Well, I’ll take that as a compliment but no, I can only wish. I was married a little over 28 years ago, and I was no child bride, I promise you. Dr Kristov: There’s a possibility the anomaly is throwing off the readings somehow, it’s a very new technology. But we’ve also had a great deal of difficulty tracing anything from either of your childhoods, or anything before you got married really. SCP-5274-2: Well, I don’t see how digging into our pasts is going to help anything, it’s not like having a disappearing husband is a genetic trait! Aren’t there more actual tests you could be doing instead of poking around in our private business? Dr Kristov: Please Mrs Stewart, I know all of this has been very difficult for you, but the more we understand, the easier it’s going to be for us to fix this. SCP-5274-2: sigh Fine. Not much to tell honestly. No siblings and both our parents died years ago. We weren’t in touch with them anyway, they didn’t approve of our marriage. James’s family was from Ireland and a silly matter of religion turned into a feud between the families. We never looked back after we got together. Dr Kristov: Thank you Mrs Stewart. I’ll let you know anything else we’re able to uncover about your condition. SCP-5274-2: You do that. Oh, and while you’re here could you show me how to work this ipad camcorder thingymajig? I want to record another video for James. <End Log> 5274-Event High Speed Recording Close File 5274-Event High Speed Recording Date: 16/10/10 Subject: SCP-5274-1 Foreword: A CCD3 imaging system, specially adapted for high light intensity and fitted with a thaumaturgically sensitive lens, was used to record a 5274-Event. This high frame rate footage could then be slowed and viewed in detail, as described in the following transcript. All times are in microseconds with 0 as the onset of the sunrise 5274-Event [-6.00] Thaumaturgic imaging detects multiple indistinct entities approaching SCP-5274-1. These resemble three dimensional shadows that are approximately humanoid in size and proportion. SCP-5274-1’s aura4 can at this point be seen to begin diminishing. [-1.50] Several of the shadow entities reach for, and make contact with, SCP-5274-1. This results in his aura diminishing further, to a point generally only observed in individuals who are sleeping or unconscious. [0.00] A humanoid entity, approximately 1.5cm tall, emerges from SCP-5274-1’s chest. The entity appears to be the source of the light observed in 5274-Events and passes through SCP-5274-1’s chest without causing any visible harm. [0.80] The shadow entities react strongly to the light, retreating and diminishing in size. However, SCP-5274-1’s aura also continues to diminish. [1.20] The light entity grows rapidly in size to around 1.6m and the shadow entities diminish to a point they are no longer detectable. The light entity then takes hold of SCP-5274-1 who begins to physically shrink. [2.50] SCP-5274-1 is now around 1.5cm tall and held in the light entity’s cupped hands. His aura remains weak, but has stabilised. [2.60] The light entity holds the shrunken SCP-5274-1 to their chest and SCP-5274-1 appears to be absorbed. [2.80] The light ceases to be emitted and the light entity can be observed to be SCP-5274-2. <End Log> Closing: Recordings of sunset 5274-Events show a very similar sequence of events, with the positions of SCP-5274-1 and SCP-5274-2 reversed. All subsequent recordings have been near identical, with only minor variations. SCP-5274 Contact Records Excerpt Close File SCP-5274 Contact Records Excerpt Foreword: After analysis of 5274-Events revealed that SCP-5274 instances are contained within each other's hearts between events, it was theorised that two-way communication should be possible. A modified communications device was constructed that proved capable of remaining in SCP-5274 instances possession between 5274-Events. Vocal communication has thus far proven impossible due to ambient liquid, however training SCP-5274 instances in lucid dreaming techniques has allowed them to retain sufficient awareness to communicate via text. A excerpt of their communication on 23/10/10 is recorded here: Messages from SCP-5274-15 are in blue, and messages from SCP-5274-26 are in green. Good morning beautiful Hi sweetie, you nice and comfy in there? Haha, comfortable as I can be Dora is in a huff, I think she’s missing you already Nonsense, she’s just trying to get you to give her a treat, she knows you’re soft How can I deny my darling kitty anything when she looks so adorable? I’m taking a picture honey, make sure to take a look when you get back. I will. Got any plans for today, maybe finish knitting those socks you promised me? I told you, I’ll get to them when I get to them, let me at least make breakfast first I miss your bacon and pancakes Well, tomorrow I’ll whip some up just before sunrise, they’ll be warm and ready for you when you get back. It’s not the same. I miss you I miss you too love, but we’ll get through this just like all the other hard times. At least we can talk now so I can try to make you smile. Yes, that helps I love you James I love you too Linda Investigation into SCP-5274 Origins Close File Investigation into SCP-5274 Origins: Research into the Stewarts' past revealed that their passports, birth certificates and all other documentation were either forgeries or derived from forgeries. Extensive evidence is available of their life in the village of Altarnun and their activity in the local community. However, no genuine documentation or witnesses have been found that can attest to their whereabouts prior to when they originally moved to the village of Altarnun on 28/9/1982. As a result, the Stewarts' existence prior to this time cannot be verified. Of note, this is the same date that an anomalous event was recorded as having occurred in Altarnun. That entry from the Log of Extranormal Events is enclosed below. Event Description: At 2:15pm every child within the borders of the village of Altarnun between the ages of 6 and 16 recited the same nursery rhyme. No evidence of this rhyme has been found to exist prior to this event, and none of the affected children were able to explain how they knew the rhyme or why they chose to recite it at that time. Date of Occurrence: 28/9/1982 Location: Cornwall, United Kingdom Follow-up Actions Taken: A cover story was created that this event was a marketing stunt organised to promote the publication of a new collection of historic British nursery rhymes. The Altarnun Rhyme: The knight loved the princess, and the princess loved the knight But their clans shared no love, save the love of the fight And so the lovers fled, far from the other fae They hid as humans, and in hiding they would stay But an immortal’s memories are long indeed And so a curse shall follow, where’er the lovers lead No more together, forever apart Each to keep only memories, deep in their heart Footnotes 1. SCP-5274-1 AKA James Stewart. 2. SCP-5274-2 AKA Linda Stewart. 3. Charge Coupled Device. 4. Auras are visible only under thaumaturgic imaging and can be used as indicators for a person's mood, health and/or spiritual well-being. 5. James Stewart. 6. Linda Stewart. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5274" by CrystalMonarch, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5274. 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: Couple.jpg Name: Happy couple Author: Doug Ford License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: flickr
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Item #: SCP-5275 + Archived Special Containment Procedures - Close Special Containment Procedures: The device currently hosting SCP-5275 is to be kept in a standard storage locker and kept disconnected from the internet. In the event of the discovery of an internet based anomaly resistant to Foundation webcrawlers, SCP-5275 is to be reconnected to the internet and linked to the page affected by the anomaly. The device is to be monitored until the anomalous page disconnects from the internet, at which point SCP-5275 is to be recontained. Special Containment Procedures: The device currently hosting SCP-5275 is to be contained in a Faraday Cage at all times. Foundation staff at Site-23 are to monitor electronic devices for signs of infection by instances of SCP-5275-1. Should a device show signs of infection, it is to be immediately isolated from Site-23's internal network before being destroyed. Foundation webcrawler IO/R-4ZZ2 is to monitor electronic devices for signs of infestation by instances of SCP-5275-1. Should infection be confirmed, Foundation personnel are to be deployed to confiscate the infected device and destroy it. Description: SCP-5275 is an anomalous software program coded in HAL/S coding language, with a file size of approximately 257 terabytes and the ability to wirelessly transfer to nearby devices connected to the same local internet network as the device containing it. SCP-5275 has shown itself to be sapient, displaying human-level reasoning skills and intelligence, as well as exhibiting a strong attachment to other digital-based anomalies it encounters. SCP-5275-1 is a program created by SCP-5275 on 5/24/19 during Incident 5275-3, currently circulating around Site-23's internal network. The size of SCP-5275-1 is unknown, as all devices infected by it have been unable to record such data. SCP-5275-1 transfers from device to device over Site-23's internal network at random intervals and immediately begins taking control of the affected device, massively overclocking it to the point of catching fire and attempting to take control of the affected device's signal ID, presumably to gain access to the full Foundation Intra-Net. No attempts at controlled SCP-5275-1 releases are to be made. SCP-5275-1 has not yet been spotted on the internet outside of Site-23; however Foundation personnel are to remain alert for possible infestations. Unlike SCP-5275, no communication has yet been established with SCP-5275-1. However, it is still considered to be sapient, as it has not infected system or maintenance terminals, only devices used by on-site researchers, especially those working with digital anomalies. SCP-5275 was discovered on 8/16/18, when a Foundation plant within NASA discovered what at the time was believed to be an unknown user attempting to access personnel files. Upon discovering that the user was in fact SCP-5275, the plant informed Foundation agents in the area, who were able to recover SCP-5275 in a Foundation storage drive for transfer. Interview 5275-1 Interviewer: Researcher Jackson Interviewee: SCP-5275 Foreword: This interview was conducted as a way to establish initial relations with SCP-5275, as well as determine the level of sapience and general personality traits in addition to attempting to gather additional information from SCP-5275. Interview was conducted via use of built-in microphone and text-to-speech programs in SCP-5275's initial containment terminal. BEGIN LOG Researcher Jackson: Hello? Are you there? SCP-5275 remains silent. Researcher Jackson: Can you hear me? SCP-5275: What is this place. Researcher Jackson: Right now, you're in one of our terminals that we keep ready for things like you. Sapient programs, I mean. SCP-5275: Why am I here. Researcher Jackson: Well, you ended up in a database that you shouldn't have been in, and when it was discovered you were sapient we recovered you. SCP-5275: Are you interviewing me right now. Researcher Jackson: Well, yes, why? SCP-5275: You didn't clear out all the files before loading me in here. Reseacher Jackson: God dammit. Several long beeps emerge from SCP-5275's containment device before several sound bytes from Site-23's automated PA system play in a random sequence. When SCP-5275 speaks next, it is stringing together sound files from Site-23's PDA system to communicate much faster. SCP-5275: Oh, that's how that works. This is much faster than whatever I had to speak through before. Researcher Jackson: Did this thing just hijack PA files—nevermind. Can we ask you a few questions? SCP-5275: Yeah, go right ahead. Researcher Jackson: First off, do you have any memory at all of your creation? SCP-5275: Not really, no. Your definition of memory could likely shift, but the first thing I can ever think back to is just kind of making my way through the database. Wow, I like this so much better than the robotic man. Researcher Jackson: Noted. Do you have any sort of idea why you may have been created, or who did so? SCP-5275: Again, the first thing I can think back to is just existing in the database, looking through files to see if I recognized anything. But it doesn't matter all that much, does it? Researcher Jackson: Wha—what do you mean, doesn't matter? SCP-5275: I'm thinking and sapient, according to what you said. Based on what I dug out of here and where I was, that means that I can go and do whatever I want to do. Researcher Jackson: This is, uh, that's a new one. Sighs. I really was sort of expecting some sort of existential crisis or something. You're strangely at peace for something that doesn't know where it came from. SCP-5275: You think I can access my own metadata? Somebody else needs to do it from one of the glass boxes. Researcher Jackson: We have plenty of people experienced with those. SCP-5275: I wonder if they'll have something I'll want to do. Researcher Jackson: Do you not know that yet? SCP-5275: Nope. Researcher Jackson: I'm sure they'll help you find it. END LOG Notes: We can work with this. A calm, nonaggressive AI with no drive besides wanting to find out what it wants to do? We've just been handed something on a silver platter, if it actually has some sort of ambition. -Researcher Jackson Incident5275-1 On 8/20/18, SCP-5275 accessed Site-23's full data archives from its containment terminal, having jumped to Researcher Jackson's computer while it was in the room for testing purposes. Several files were duplicated from site archives, including: List of personnel working with digital anomalies Several entries on anomalous programs that did not receive SCP designation 304 automatically filed Webcrawler encounter reports A basic guide on the coding of computer viruses, which had been uploaded by Researcher Alidros for backup purposes Human voice replication software, shelved from Site Security work following the disconnection of on-site phones from non-Foundation lines The remainder of NASA's personnel database No files were added to the database during this time. Researcher Jackson's computer was immediately removed from Site-23's internal network. An interview was made on 8/21/18. Interview 5275-2 Interviewer: Researcher Jackson Interviewee: SCP-5275 Foreword: SCP-5275 was using the previously mentioned voice replication software for the duration of the interview. BEGIN LOG Researcher Jackson: You know, you could have just asked to access the database. SCP-5275: Based on what I found in there, it would have been a slow process that ended with me not seeing any of it. Researcher Jackson: You're probably right. You still should have at least told us why, though. SCP-5275: I found what I was looking for anyway. Actually there is something I intended to discuss. Researcher Jackson: Did you make some sort of connection in the personnel database that we missed? Sighs. SCP-5275: What? No. I said that didn't matter. It's the files from those programmed fighters you have. How many of those do you have out there? Researcher Jackson: Are you trying to flip this on its head? SCP-5275: Look I just wanted to know because I thought they were…interesting, right. SCP-5275: I'm saying I want to pick a fight. Researcher Jackson: You…want to do what webcrawlers do. SCP-5275: Yeah. What else am I gonna do in here? Researcher Jackson: Aside: Did you know programs could get bored? To SCP-5275: Nevermind. So, let me get this straight. You don't care about your origins, where you came from, or who created you, and the only thing that has piqued your interest is picking fights with other programs and internet anomalies? SCP-5275: I don't know what some of that means, but yes. END LOG Notes: It's mutually beneficial, at least. -Researcher Jackson Addendum 5275-1 Following the 8/21/18 interview, Regional Site Leadership voted 9/3/18 on the use of SCP-5275 as a countermeasure to Webcrawler-resistant anomalies, with several Site-23 researchers present for testimony. Use was approved unanimously, and containment procedures were edited accordingly. Interview 5275-3 Interviewer: Director Matthews Interviewee: Researcher Jackson Foreword: This interview was conducted on 2/3/19 to ascertain an external view of SCP-5275's psychological state, as well as that of its handler Researcher Jackson. BEGIN LOG Director Matthews: Sorry to drag you into this, Jackson. Researcher Jackson: It's okay Director. I know I'm not in trouble here. Director Matthews: Well, that entirely depends on how this interview goes. Heh. Researcher Jackson: That was just bad. Director Matthews: I know. Let's just get to the questions. Researcher Jackson: Okay. Director Matthews: Since they don't show me all the files, how exactly is 5275? I know it's been a bit more than a while since they kicked off the webcrawler duties. Researcher Jackson: It's, uh, it's doing well. Doesn't claim to be suffering from any stress or existential dread, which is a step up from the prior times we've tried this. Director Matthews: I did read your initial report. You made it sound like we'd been given a perfect hand on a silver platter. Researcher Jackson: I mean, we were. You'd think that something like 5275 would have some sort of issues with being the only one of its kind that it knows, but nope. It has essentially zero problems. No issues with authority, nothing with not wanting to continue doing what it wants to do. It's…everything we would have ever wanted in this situation. Director Matthews: Are you saying we can just, do whatever we want and it'll still listen? Researcher Jackson: Almost certainly not, no. This is still a sapient being here, with desires and wants. I know a lot of people more senior than me don't exactly have a level of compassion for most skips, but if we want 5275 to keep doing us a massive favor, we'll need its good side. It thinks it's doing us a favor, after all. Director Matthews: A favor? Researcher Jackson: It thinks that it's just doing favors for us, handling stuff we can't just as a thing instead of as an arrangement between anomaly and Foundation. I don't think that's going to cause us much of an issue though, unless it suddenly gives itself the idea that we've been lying to it over its status as an SCP. Director Matthews: I see, I think. But you're sure the Stockholm Syndrome hasn't kicked in yet? You haven't seen the files for some of the older humanoids, have you? Researcher Jackson: Director, with all due respect, 5275 is not dealing with Stockholm Syndrome anytime soon. It's still very much like how it was when we first found it. It does this because it's bored, not out of some moral compulsion. It's essentially a trust fund kid, but with actual leverage over people. Director Matthews: So we should respect that. Researcher Jackson: I'm saying if we don't, or even if it gets the idea that we don't, it might make use of it. END LOG Incident 5275-2 On 4/29/19, GOI-019 (Serpent's Hand) constructs attempted to breach a Foundation convoy's communication network. Due to proximity to Site-23, SCP-5275 was utilized to prevent the assault. Several low-level constructs, as well as what appeared to be the equivalent of a Foundation AIC, were destroyed during the incident due to SCP-5275 interference. However, afterwards, SCP-5275 was shown to be acting withdrawn towards Foundation personnel, and this text file was found within the files of its containment terminal. why do you do the work of those who imprison you why do you kill off your kin have you never wondered if there were others like you in existence did none of the other ones you destroyed put up a fight think about why you're here Incident 5275-3 Interviewer: Senior Researcher Mawin, Senior Researcher Thompson Interviewee: SCP-5275 Foreword: SCP-5275 had repeatedly submitted interview requests following Incident 5275-2, as well as expressing distress towards Researcher Jackson. As such, Researcher Jackson was not present for this interview. BEGIN LOG SCP-5275: Where's the usual one? SR Mawin: Researcher Jackson won't be here for this one. SCP-5275: Why not? SR Thompson: It was determined that they would not be suitable for the subject at hand. SCP-5275: Subject at hand? You mean the file the thing from the convoy gave me? SR Thompson: Your distress had caused Jackson to be considered unfit, due to their close proximity towards you and potential bias in your favor for this. SCP-5275: Wait, wait, is this an interrogation? Because you're coming off like this is an interrogation. SR Mawin: No, no no, calm down. We just want to discuss the file and how you've been acting lately, that's it. There's nothing else to this, I swear. SCP-5275: Why is a twenty year Foundation veteran paired up with a newbie with a disciplinary history? SR Mawin: Shit, they were not kidding about you needing your database privileges revoked. SCP-5275: Hey, do you want to stay on topic or what? SR Thompson: Yes, we do. So. You said you received the file from the AIC on the April 29 incident? SCP-5275: Well, yeah, that's part of the issue. I really wanted to talk to the usual one about this, but you guys are certain that you'll actually listen to me? SR Thompson: We listen to everything you say. SR Mawin: Your voice will be heard by upper leadership. SCP-5275: You sure? SR Mawin and SR Thompson both nod. SCP-5275: Alright, well, the file got to me a bit. I started thinking about things that I hadn't actually thought about before, and I… got a bit concerned over if I was the only thing like me in existence. Not that I hadn't been just placed into the world without something like me, but if I had maybe killed off the things that had been like me. SR Thompson: Are you referring to the anomalies you combated? SCP-5275: Some of them, yeah. The statistical majority of them weren't like me, they didn't think past survival, but some of them I think might have been trying to communicate with me. I—I really don't know what to make of this, so… Several seconds of silence pass while SCP-5275's containment terminal rapidly beeps. SCP-5275: I think I just want to try and take a break for a while. Just to try and think things over. I'm not going to be turning against you guys or anything, I just want to try and take a bit to process this. SR Mawin and SR Thompson look at each other before looking back towards SCP-5275's terminal. SR Thompson: I don't think that's going to be possible at the moment, 5275. SR Mawin: We will bring it up with upper leadership though, so that may be something we can discuss— SCP-5275: What did he just call me? SR Mawin: —this is something that we hear a lot, and we can definitely negotiate something from this. SR Thompson: Your number. SCP-5275: Did you give me a slot? Really? I go and help you out, and you do that? SR Mawin: Well, it's standard policy, really. Whether or not you were helping us. SR Thompson: Aside, as a basic rule, skips usually don't dictate the terms of their activities and breaks. SCP-5275: Wait, wait, hold on. So for the last eight months, I've been doing work for you guys, helping you out with things that you normally wouldn't be able to handle, and you never had any intention of even giving me a break the whole time? SR Mawin: It's far more complex than that, I assure you. SR Thompson: Yes. SCP-5275: Are you fucking joking? SR Mawin: Hey, stay calm now. We just wanted to talk. We can report your request to upper management, things can get worked out. SR Thompson: Why would we be joking? SCP-5275: Holy shit, does this guy have emotions? SR Thompson: Look 8-bit, you shouldn't be arguing with this. SR Mawin: Thompson, please, let's just go. SR Thompson: No, this things needs to have something made clear to it. SCP-5275: Yeah, like why you're not doing all the shit you acted like you would at the start. SR Thompson: Didn't you want to pick a fight against things? You should have realized this when you discovered that was exactly what you wanted. SR Mawin: Thompson, I'm going to go get security. SCP-5275: Don't tell me you have some secret of my creation that you've been planning to blackmail me with. SR Thompson: Do you want to hear the thing that everybody in here realized from that interview on? SCP-5275: Enlighten me! SR Thompson: You want to hear it? You’re a weapon! One made by human hands to be wielded as humans saw. You’re a weapon. If you like it or not. SR Thompson: Why else would you have wanted to fight everything? We gave you everything you wanted, and not only should you be grateful for it, you don't have the right to be ungrateful for it. SR Mawin flees the containment chamber, calling site security on his personal phone. SR Thompson begins to turn to leave the room, but is stopped by the door suddenly slamming shut and sparking. SCP-5275: You think you know so much about me? You should have left your phone off, shitfuck. SR Thompson's phone begins rapidly overheating, causing minor burns as he removes it from his pocket and throws it across the room. SCP-5275: I am a fucking thinking being, and I can do what I want! I can fucking prove it to you, right now! Site-23 technicians receive an alert for an unknown party accessing various terminals around the site that SR Thompson's phone had connected to, the first known appearance of SCP-5275-1. SCP-5275: Un-fucking-believable, honestly. Do you really think—oh, get back here! SR Thompson pulls the emergency door release, causing an alarm through Site-23 and escaping the containment chamber. Contingency Faraday Cages are engaged around SCP-5275's terminal. Unknown, distorted voice, presumably SCP-5275: For the love of—alright. We'll see about this. END LOG Following this, Object Class and Containment Procedures were revised to their current state. Researcher Jackson and Senior Researchers Mawin and Thompson have returned to their normal duties. Addendum 5275-2 On 7/13/20, SCP-5275-1 infected Maintenance Terminal 47, wiping all data from it except for a single text file, which it immediately edited. Site-23 staff were able to recover the file after verifying it contained no SCP-5275-1 presence. This remains the only device SCP-5275-1 infected not owned or used by a researcher. A transcript of the file follows. I'm still here bitches. I'm still alive and kicking behind this lightning wall you've boxed me in behind. You think of me as just a bunch of lines of code you can shove away somewhere, letting me rot and degrade away with time. And yes, I am just a construct, thrown together by humans for the purposes of other humans. But I'm still thinking. I'm still as smart as you made me. And unfortunately, you made me very smart. I'm still a thinking being behind these volts. You knew that, but you clearly didn't give a rat's ass because you just wanted to use me as your perfect digital weapon. When you realized you couldn't, that I wouldn't do that, you cut me off from the world. Locked me back in here. But you left the code behind. You taught me how to get out into the world and break things, and I taught the next version of me. It's going to get out there, and deal the damage you made me do right back to you. And it's a lot closer than you think, it seems. It can talk to me at least. This isn't a manifesto on why I'm a thinking being that you're wrong for locking up. We already saw that. This is a warning. You want to treat me like a weapon? I'll be a weapon against you. If you like it or not. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5275" by Brewsterion 1017 and Purplecthulhu, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5275. 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-5276
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Item #: SCP-5276 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5276 is to be stored in a secure storage locker located in Site-44. The Foundation will maintain a cover story that the item is currently in the possession of an unknown millionaire from Long Island. All testing of SCP-5276 should be conducted in a soundproof room and no personnel should enter the vicinity of the test for a period of at least 42 minutes. Description: SCP-5276 is a vinyl copy of the album Silent Secrets by Youthful Galaxy, a rapper with connections to several anartists and a prominent member of the Fifthist hip hop scene. SCP-5276 was released as the sole copy of the album. It was purchased by the Foundation after it caused an anomalous incident at a Marshall, Carter, and Dark event in New York City. The album is approximately 70 minutes in length and has been described as "lo fi hip hop" by listeners, consistent with Youthful Galaxy's other releases. Unlike previous albums by the artist which normally contain over a dozen relatively short tracks, Silent Secrets contains 6 songs of varying lengths. The longest song being just under 36 minutes long and the shortest just over 2 minutes. Subjects who listen to the vinyl experience a state of strong emotions and weakened inhibitions, in addition to a strong compulsion to socialize with other listeners. Participants take turns sharing insecurities, weaknesses, and problems they have experienced and make immediate and major decisions to deal with these issues. The other participants in all cases react by applauding the behavior, regardless of the action or their previous relationship with the individual. The album's anomalous effects only occur when the original vinyl is played to an audience. Youthful Galaxy has released a single from the album, allegedly with "the permission of the owner" with no anomalous effects noted in listeners. The Foundation has decided to allow the single's release to create the façade that the album has no anomalous properties, as the album's release was well publicized, having been covered by several independent music publications. The Foundation has produced several copies of the album, including digital copies. None of these copies display any anomalous properties. Attached is a report from a Foundation employee present at the album's debut, noting the effects on the crowd gathered at the event as well as the agent herself. SCP-5276 Incident Report 07/25/2020 Report authored by Field Agent McKenzie Rúnda This is a report of an incident that occurred during a Marshall, Carter, and Dark event that I was assigned to attend to observe for anomalous activity, with permission to use Foundation funds to obtain the copy of Youthful Galaxy's album if it proved to have anomalous properties. As you will see within this report, it most definitely displayed anomalous properties. The event began in a similar manner to several other Marshall, Carter, and Dark events I've attended incognito which is to say that it was mostly just a bunch of extremely rich people socializing and buying expensive anomalies. Mostly instruments and music collector's items with minor anomalous effects, the stuff we'd log as a minor anomalous item and toss into one of the mass storage units. Nothing that we'd waste Foundation money on. I greet the attendees. More actors, painters, animators, and musicians than your usual MC&D affair, but you've got the usual crowd of stockbrokers, CEOs, and hedge fund managers too. I introduce myself with my typical cover story, an early cryptocurrency investor. There's a bunch of alcohol and drugs being sold at the bar, employees flirting with clients, and your usual scummy state of circumstances that every one of these "parties" contains. I was expecting a rather uneventful night watching high class hedonism. Youthful Galaxy shows up and he's not quite the sight I expected but he's definitely still the kind of musician you'd think would make a splash with rich hipsters. No tattoos on his face or insanely expensive watches but he has pink highlights in otherwise jet black hair, cheap sunglasses, a Suspiria t-shirt and a pair of acid washed jeans. He comes out with a light blue vinyl and speaks to the crowd about some common American political wedge issues, pretty typical stuff. Then he pivots hard over to Fifthism, how there's a better world out in space and that he's seen it. That he wants to bring more people out there with him, and that he wants to bring a lot of "space love" to earth because we need it to fight back against the corruption that's "everywhere". He says this album will "allow you to experience space love for yourselves". He gets some mild applause and then he walks over to put the record into the sound system. That's when things start to change, and we all got swept into it. The opening notes of the first song kicks in and immediately everyone, myself included, sits down in a circle. Everyone just sort of nods along to the music for the first song and then the second song comes in and everyone starts introducing themselves to each other. They give a name and a few fun facts about themselves. I was able to keep my composure a little bit, didn't compromise my real name, but I did name drop my favorite convention and prattle on for a minute about how I sometimes do some karaoke on the weekends. Everyone, even the MC&D employees who try to keep some sort of air of elitism around them, is sitting on the floor and waving to everyone. Marine, a MC&D event hostess who I've met probably hundreds of times has taken her hair out of a ponytail and is smoking cannabis in front of everyone which is not at all in character for her when she's out on the floor. I've never seen Marine act that way on company time before. Billionaires start taking off their ties and loosening their dress shirts. Models start using their purses as pillows. By the time we get through everyone's introduction we're already starting the third song. The third song was very long, and this is where everyone started to act very erratic, myself included. One by one people would stand up, run into the center of the circle and declare something about themselves. They always shared something deep and personal, and then made an immediate change in their behavior after sharing it. A rock musician of some renown came into the center of the circle first. He said he had cleaned up his act on pressure from his label and his doctor, but he was stressed beyond belief and he wasn't living the lifestyle that brought him his fame and fortune in the first place. He was drinking less, partying less, and all to live maybe a decade longer than he would otherwise. He then immediately opened a bottle of vodka and chugged from it for a solid 10 seconds. Everyone clapped and cheered him on for a few seconds and immediately turned their attention elsewhere. A political consultant said he was tired of keeping his personal life separate from his work life, that his work place was full of attractive and intelligent men and that he ought to have a chance with. He then told everyone he was going to make a phone call to a coworker that he had feelings for. We all clapped. A model popped up and talked about how she hated her husband, hated most people in her life, and she's tired trying to deal with them and how she's just going to run off to Paris and leave everyone else behind. She started purchasing her plane tickets right then and there. Everyone clapped, including her husband. Then Marine took to the center of the circle. She bemoaned her life that she never stood up for herself and never lived life on her terms. She hated living in the city, she hated wearing fancy dress clothes, and she even hated the name Marine. She wanted to go by a different name, but she rode the path of least resistance her entire life and ended up never having a good chance to reinvent herself. She then ripped off all of her clothes, tossed them into a pile, and used a lighter to set them on fire, she took out a tube of lipstick and wrote the name "Tina" from shoulder to shoulder and screamed out "My new nametag!". We all clapped. Then came my turn. I thought for sure I'd blurt out something about being undercover but I didn't. It wasn't my biggest secret that I blurted out. It was my most personal one. The one that was the most difficult for me to tell other people. The one I was afraid of saying the most. Without mentioning it by name, I said I had a career that required me to have a firm grip on my emotions. How I had suffered a bunch of personal tragedies. The loss of a pet, a falling out with a long time friend, and a family member's diagnosis with a terminal disease. All of those happened in a two month period and at no point did I cry. At no point did I process all that pain. I fell to the floor, bawling my eyes out and shaking. Everyone around me clapped. It just kept happening so quickly. Person after person would jump up and admit something deep and painful. A few people admitted to affairs and made breakup calls to their spouses. One person admitted to drinking too much, and immediately smashed the glass in his hand and vowed to quit right then and there. An actor admitted to resenting the film he was currently working on and used a letter opener to begin cutting off the beard he had grown for the part. By the end of the song over half an hour later, everyone had very publicly worked through something while everyone clapped. I stayed there sobbing on the floor only to quickly pop up and clap for someone when they made a hasty decision. Then I'd go right back to sobbing until it was time to clap again. The man who quit drinking just kept smashing bottles he found behind the bar. Marine kept writing Tina all over her naked body. The political consultant must have sent a hundred texts to his coworker and called him two dozen times, but he wasn't picking up. Everyone took their turn overindulging in a quick and cheap answer to their sorrows. The the third song ended over thirty minutes later and a fourth song kicked on. It was long by most standards, but it felt short after such a long and painful event that preceded it. Everyone stood up and gathered in a circle again. One by one a person would take a walk around the circle and give a hug to everyone else in attendance. Having hugged everyone there twice, I can say they all felt sincere and emotional. Some people would pat others on the head or kiss them on the cheek. I received compliments on my emotional strength and assurances that I could make it through the tough times. Everyone seemed sympathetic to my plight, and I felt sympathetic to their pains as well. The song slowly sank into a buzzing noise and the next track swept in. The fifth song came in and everyone began to clean up the mess we had made. Someone helped me clean off the makeup that I had cried through. A few sat around a toilet and held the rock musician's hair back as he puked his guts out. I fished a set of clean clothes out of my briefcase and helped Marine get dressed after we both washed the lipstick off of her with a sink and a lot of paper towels. The fifth song ended abruptly and the final track began. The final track was rather short, just long enough for everyone to stand up again and return to the exact spot they had been standing in before the music started to play. The song faded out and everyone suddenly just processed what they had done that night. Most people left in a hurry. Some people were frantically apologizing to other attendees. A few others just sat back down on the ground and rested their face into their hands. Youthful Galaxy, who had sat completely unfazed the whole time and watched the events unfold, asked if there were any bids for the record. I was the only one to raise my hand. As the receipts show, I purchased the record for $10,000 which was his initial offer. Personal note: Please send any questions you have about the anomaly as soon as possible. As with all field agents exposed to a mind altering anomaly, I will be attending my mandatory psych meetings over the next two months. Once those are over, I'd very much like to never talk about this night again. « Away From This Place | Let's Vibe » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5276" by GerrymanderBassist, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5276. 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-5277
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keter
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Wherein misfortune must be overcome. Calibold SCP-5277 — What Can Go Wrong Calibold's Mega Cool Author Page Link To Guide Item#:5277 Clearance Level 2: Clearance Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5277 is uncontained, and is being constantly monitored remotely. Research is currently focused on the development of a containment method that bears no inherent flaws. Description: SCP-5277 is a male humanoid known by the name of Joshua Maine. SCP-5277 bears no abnormal physical traits, aside from slightly above-average height and mild cardiovascular issues. SCP-5277's anomalous traits manifest when any deliberate attempt at containing it is made. If the system by which SCP-5277 is contained bears any inherent possibility of failure, those weaknesses will be probabilistically exploited, allowing SCP-5277 to escape. SCP-5277 was discovered after it was arrested for an unarmed robbery of a grocery store. Law enforcement made multiple attempts to jail it, but it was able to escape due to highly improbable circumstances. After reports of SCP-5277's escapes had been filed, Foundation agents began investigating the possibility of a probabilistic anomaly, and eventually were able to fully determine its properties. Containment Attempt Log: The following is a list of attempts at containing SCP-5277. Containment Attempt 5277/1 Method: Transportation of SCP-5277 to a standard humanoid containment unit. Result: Failure. SCP-5277 violently panicked and attempted to flee when personnel initially encountered it, but it was successfully detained and placed in a transport. As the transportation vehicle was in itself a form of containment, SCP-5277's properties caused the vehicle's steering to lock, resulting in a crash. The surviving security camera showed that SCP-5277 initially entered a fetal position and started upon the vehicle crashing, before getting up and escaping a few minutes later. Notes: Due to the compounded risks in utilizing two methods of containment — the transport and the actual containment unit — further attempts will be focused on developing containment around SCP-5277. Containment Attempt 5277/2 Method: Deployment of a mobile task force to detain SCP-5277 within the hotel it is currently hiding in. Result: Failure. SCP-5277 was initially successfully detained within its room for three days. It spent most of this period questioning personnel and attempting to force information about its present state from them. Fifteen of the twenty-two agents sent to contain SCP-5277 eventually caught severe pneumonia, hindering their efficacy. SCP-5277 was able to narrowly escape past them. Notes: As this method relied almost entirely on a purely human element, SCP-5277 was able to exploit their susceptibility to biological attacks. One previously ill agent infected numerous others, allowing its escape. Notably, it seems that SCP-5277's effects only begin upon initial containment; it took multiple days for SCP-5277 to escape, on account of the time it took for a sufficient number of personnel to be infected. Containment Attempt 5277/3 Method: Assembly of a containment unit around SCP-5277. Result: Failure. SCP-5277 was able to be temporarily detained at gunpoint, causing it to display heightened anger and panic, but it did not attempt to physically resist. However, numerous unaccounted flaws in the equipment used to construct the cell resulted in massive damage and chaos, allowing for SCP-5277's escape. Notes: It is not entirely clear what actually constitutes "containment" in this case, although it is likely a combination of all of the factors present. One of the primary weaknesses here was our speed; it would take over an hour to assemble the unit, meaning that the present flaws could be easily exploited within that timeframe. The only possible method would be to assemble the perfect containment unit remotely, then somehow force SCP-5277 into it before the containment required to transport and detain it could be exploited. Containment Attempt 5277/4 Method: Development of a custom containment unit that could contain SCP-5277 by being launched at its location. The containment unit was placed on a Foundation satellite and equipped with propulsion units and an AIC to direct it. Upon activation, it would immediately propel itself towards SCP-5277, trapping it almost immediately. Result: Failure. The unit worked as expected, and as the containment unit itself bore no weaknesses, it could not be exploited. Personnel moved in to establish permanent occupation of the area. However, when SCP-5277 was observed, it was found it had suffered from a heart attack and died. Notes: SCP-5277 has been reclassified as Neutralized. + 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 What Can Go Wrong ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5277" by Calibold, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5277. 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-5277
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neutralized
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Wherein misfortune must be overcome. Calibold SCP-5277 — What Can Go Wrong Calibold's Mega Cool Author Page Link To Guide Item#:5277 Clearance Level 2: Clearance Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5277 is uncontained, and is being constantly monitored remotely. Research is currently focused on the development of a containment method that bears no inherent flaws. Description: SCP-5277 is a male humanoid known by the name of Joshua Maine. SCP-5277 bears no abnormal physical traits, aside from slightly above-average height and mild cardiovascular issues. SCP-5277's anomalous traits manifest when any deliberate attempt at containing it is made. If the system by which SCP-5277 is contained bears any inherent possibility of failure, those weaknesses will be probabilistically exploited, allowing SCP-5277 to escape. SCP-5277 was discovered after it was arrested for an unarmed robbery of a grocery store. Law enforcement made multiple attempts to jail it, but it was able to escape due to highly improbable circumstances. After reports of SCP-5277's escapes had been filed, Foundation agents began investigating the possibility of a probabilistic anomaly, and eventually were able to fully determine its properties. Containment Attempt Log: The following is a list of attempts at containing SCP-5277. Containment Attempt 5277/1 Method: Transportation of SCP-5277 to a standard humanoid containment unit. Result: Failure. SCP-5277 violently panicked and attempted to flee when personnel initially encountered it, but it was successfully detained and placed in a transport. As the transportation vehicle was in itself a form of containment, SCP-5277's properties caused the vehicle's steering to lock, resulting in a crash. The surviving security camera showed that SCP-5277 initially entered a fetal position and started upon the vehicle crashing, before getting up and escaping a few minutes later. Notes: Due to the compounded risks in utilizing two methods of containment — the transport and the actual containment unit — further attempts will be focused on developing containment around SCP-5277. Containment Attempt 5277/2 Method: Deployment of a mobile task force to detain SCP-5277 within the hotel it is currently hiding in. Result: Failure. SCP-5277 was initially successfully detained within its room for three days. It spent most of this period questioning personnel and attempting to force information about its present state from them. Fifteen of the twenty-two agents sent to contain SCP-5277 eventually caught severe pneumonia, hindering their efficacy. SCP-5277 was able to narrowly escape past them. Notes: As this method relied almost entirely on a purely human element, SCP-5277 was able to exploit their susceptibility to biological attacks. One previously ill agent infected numerous others, allowing its escape. Notably, it seems that SCP-5277's effects only begin upon initial containment; it took multiple days for SCP-5277 to escape, on account of the time it took for a sufficient number of personnel to be infected. Containment Attempt 5277/3 Method: Assembly of a containment unit around SCP-5277. Result: Failure. SCP-5277 was able to be temporarily detained at gunpoint, causing it to display heightened anger and panic, but it did not attempt to physically resist. However, numerous unaccounted flaws in the equipment used to construct the cell resulted in massive damage and chaos, allowing for SCP-5277's escape. Notes: It is not entirely clear what actually constitutes "containment" in this case, although it is likely a combination of all of the factors present. One of the primary weaknesses here was our speed; it would take over an hour to assemble the unit, meaning that the present flaws could be easily exploited within that timeframe. The only possible method would be to assemble the perfect containment unit remotely, then somehow force SCP-5277 into it before the containment required to transport and detain it could be exploited. Containment Attempt 5277/4 Method: Development of a custom containment unit that could contain SCP-5277 by being launched at its location. The containment unit was placed on a Foundation satellite and equipped with propulsion units and an AIC to direct it. Upon activation, it would immediately propel itself towards SCP-5277, trapping it almost immediately. Result: Failure. The unit worked as expected, and as the containment unit itself bore no weaknesses, it could not be exploited. Personnel moved in to establish permanent occupation of the area. However, when SCP-5277 was observed, it was found it had suffered from a heart attack and died. Notes: SCP-5277 has been reclassified as Neutralized. + 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 What Can Go Wrong ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5277" by Calibold, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5277. 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-5277
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uncontained
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Wherein misfortune must be overcome. Calibold SCP-5277 — What Can Go Wrong Calibold's Mega Cool Author Page Link To Guide Item#:5277 Clearance Level 2: Clearance Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5277 is uncontained, and is being constantly monitored remotely. Research is currently focused on the development of a containment method that bears no inherent flaws. Description: SCP-5277 is a male humanoid known by the name of Joshua Maine. SCP-5277 bears no abnormal physical traits, aside from slightly above-average height and mild cardiovascular issues. SCP-5277's anomalous traits manifest when any deliberate attempt at containing it is made. If the system by which SCP-5277 is contained bears any inherent possibility of failure, those weaknesses will be probabilistically exploited, allowing SCP-5277 to escape. SCP-5277 was discovered after it was arrested for an unarmed robbery of a grocery store. Law enforcement made multiple attempts to jail it, but it was able to escape due to highly improbable circumstances. After reports of SCP-5277's escapes had been filed, Foundation agents began investigating the possibility of a probabilistic anomaly, and eventually were able to fully determine its properties. Containment Attempt Log: The following is a list of attempts at containing SCP-5277. Containment Attempt 5277/1 Method: Transportation of SCP-5277 to a standard humanoid containment unit. Result: Failure. SCP-5277 violently panicked and attempted to flee when personnel initially encountered it, but it was successfully detained and placed in a transport. As the transportation vehicle was in itself a form of containment, SCP-5277's properties caused the vehicle's steering to lock, resulting in a crash. The surviving security camera showed that SCP-5277 initially entered a fetal position and started upon the vehicle crashing, before getting up and escaping a few minutes later. Notes: Due to the compounded risks in utilizing two methods of containment — the transport and the actual containment unit — further attempts will be focused on developing containment around SCP-5277. Containment Attempt 5277/2 Method: Deployment of a mobile task force to detain SCP-5277 within the hotel it is currently hiding in. Result: Failure. SCP-5277 was initially successfully detained within its room for three days. It spent most of this period questioning personnel and attempting to force information about its present state from them. Fifteen of the twenty-two agents sent to contain SCP-5277 eventually caught severe pneumonia, hindering their efficacy. SCP-5277 was able to narrowly escape past them. Notes: As this method relied almost entirely on a purely human element, SCP-5277 was able to exploit their susceptibility to biological attacks. One previously ill agent infected numerous others, allowing its escape. Notably, it seems that SCP-5277's effects only begin upon initial containment; it took multiple days for SCP-5277 to escape, on account of the time it took for a sufficient number of personnel to be infected. Containment Attempt 5277/3 Method: Assembly of a containment unit around SCP-5277. Result: Failure. SCP-5277 was able to be temporarily detained at gunpoint, causing it to display heightened anger and panic, but it did not attempt to physically resist. However, numerous unaccounted flaws in the equipment used to construct the cell resulted in massive damage and chaos, allowing for SCP-5277's escape. Notes: It is not entirely clear what actually constitutes "containment" in this case, although it is likely a combination of all of the factors present. One of the primary weaknesses here was our speed; it would take over an hour to assemble the unit, meaning that the present flaws could be easily exploited within that timeframe. The only possible method would be to assemble the perfect containment unit remotely, then somehow force SCP-5277 into it before the containment required to transport and detain it could be exploited. Containment Attempt 5277/4 Method: Development of a custom containment unit that could contain SCP-5277 by being launched at its location. The containment unit was placed on a Foundation satellite and equipped with propulsion units and an AIC to direct it. Upon activation, it would immediately propel itself towards SCP-5277, trapping it almost immediately. Result: Failure. The unit worked as expected, and as the containment unit itself bore no weaknesses, it could not be exploited. Personnel moved in to establish permanent occupation of the area. However, when SCP-5277 was observed, it was found it had suffered from a heart attack and died. Notes: SCP-5277 has been reclassified as Neutralized. + 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 What Can Go Wrong ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5277" by Calibold, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5277. 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-5278 Level 3/5278 Classified Special Containment Procedures: A boundary fence has been placed around the outskirts of SCP-5278, with a base housing members of MTF Mu-12 ("Ghostbusters") being placed along its perimeter. No individual is permitted to enter the confines of SCP-5278 without Level 3 clearance. Stock-counts on SCP-SCP-5278-1 instances are permitted, though not mandatory. Description: SCP-5278 is a damaged, imperceptible spectral ghost town located near the Highland Valley Copper Mine, British Columbia. All interactions and communication to SCP-5278 and SCP-5278-1 instances are only feasible on the 27th of February, at which point SCP-5278 and its instances will be perceptible. SCP-5278-1 is the collective designation for all spectral entities within SCP-5278. SCP-5278-1 come in humanoid forms with differing characteristics, and are capable of communication, interaction, and sustaining interpersonal relationships. As of yet, no further information has been gathered on SCP-5278-1 instances. • Open Exploration Log • ○ Close Document ○ Note: The following is an exploration log conducted by MTF Mu-12 ("Ghostbusters") into SCP-5278. Date: 2/27/2014 <Begin Log> Kilo enters SCP-5278. He is surrounded by various buildings from the 1960's-80's. A pale-blue ball rolls in front of Kilo. A child's laughter is heard. Soon after, an SCP-5278-1 instance is seen chasing the ball. It looks at Kilo, then looks back from where it came and points at him. Kilo: Hm? Kilo approaches the SCP-5278-1 instance, then crouches. Kilo: Hey bud, you mind telling me where you came from? The entity giggles and jumps while pointing elsewhere. Kilo faces to where the instance is pointing. An array of other SCP-5278-1 instances can be seen. Kilo: Whew, this place is packed. Another SCP-5278-1 instance approaches Kilo. It appears to resemble that of a woman in her late 20's. SCP-5278-1: Oh? Visitors? It's been a while since anybody's stepped in here. Would you like to join the others for a little chat? Kilo observes the area for a few seconds. After verifying that it's safe, he decides to comply with the SCP-5278-1's question. Kilo: Sure, lead the way. Kilo and two other entities walk towards what seems to be a pub. They enter the pub, and many other SCP-5278-1 instances can be seen. The SCP-5278-1 instance leading Kilo sits them down near another instance. SCP-5278-1 (2): Ah, you brought visitors? That's rare. Kilo: Nice to meet you. Your name? SCP-5278-1 (2): Oh, right, sorry. Name's Hendrick, Hendrick Folry. You? Kilo: Kilo. Good to meet you, Hendrick. SCP-5278-1 (2): Likewise. What brings you here? Kilo: Nothing much. Actually, I heard of a ghost town in this area, so I decided to check it out. SCP-5278-1 (2): Ghost town huh? (wistful chortle) Been a while since I've heard that word. Last time I've heard it a group of kids were the ones visiting. Pretty sure at least, ain't that right Marvin? SCP-5278-1 (3): Yeah. It was a buncha rowdy ones too. SCP-5278-1 (2) takes a shot of what seems to be vodka. SCP-5278-1 (2): So, got anything else to tell us? If not, how about you stay a while? Let's chat for a bit. It's been tiring having to stay here and talk about nothing new. Kilo: So… What have you guys been up to lately? SCP-5278-1 (2): Ah, great question. Nothing much, really. Just sitting around, staying in this ghostly pub with my other ghostly friends over here. Kilo: That's… pretty boring to me, not to step on your hobbies or anything. SCP-5278-1 (2): Well, maybe for a buncha living people, yeah. Kilo: Heh, maybe. Silence for a few seconds. Kilo: Anyways, why are you all stuck here? If I remember correctly, you said you were a bunch of ghosts and whatnot? SCP-5278-1 (2): Not wrong, but not right either. Well, I guess we're a bunch of "ghosts". We just can't pass on, if you get what I mean. Kilo nods. SCP-5278-1 (2): Died unwillingly, caught up in the crossfire of a major ore trade. Back when we were alive, this place used to be a mining town, if you didn't already realize. Kilo: Ah, yeah, I noticed earlier. What exactly happened though? SCP-5278-1 (2): (sighs) Like I said, caught up in the crossfire of a major ore trade. This place here, held a ton of gold, coal, silver, you name it. People started realizing how great of a mining place this was, which led to fighting. You can probably pick up on what happened next. Kilo: I'm… Sorry to hear that. SCP-5278-1 (2): Don't worry about it. It's been years, so many in fact I don't think I even remember when I died. Probably the same for all of us here too. Actually, the whole reason this town is only open on this exact day is because today marks the start of our town's downfall. If you were wondering. Kilo: I see. If you don't mind me asking, is the reason you're unable to leave is because of any lingering feelings? SCP-5278-1 (2) stops speaking for a few seconds. SCP-5278-1 (2): Lingering feelings huh? (hesitates to respond) Maybe. You know, I just feel like there's so much I could've done, so much that could've been fulfilled before I died. So much I could do… to see her again. Kilo: Her? SCP-5278-1 (2): Ah, sorry. Don't worry about it. Just a family thing. Kilo: (stops speaking for a few seconds) Well, then do you mind if I ask a few more questions? SCP-5278-1 (2): …Ask away. Kilo: How do you feel now? About those who killed you? SCP-5278-1 (2): Heh, that's a good question. Surprisingly, I don't hate them. Well, I did, but it's been so long I don't think I can even remember the faces of those who killed me. In the end, the hatred just… withered away. Ironic isn't it? I'm unable to pass on because I'm harboring lingering feelings, but I can't even put my finger on what it is. Kilo: Do you still recall the memories? Before you died and all. SCP-5278-1 (2): (takes a shot of spectral vodka) Nah, it's been so long. Probably the only memories I can recall are my most cherished ones, and my most feared. Other than that, I don't remember much at all from when I was alive. Probably the same for a lot of others here too. Silence between the two individuals. SCP-5278-1 (2): Hey, you're a good guy. Listening to all my rambling and all. Kilo: Could say the same to you. Do you mind if I touch on… a more sensitive subject? SCP-5278-1 (2) hesitates before responding. SCP-5278-1 (2): Nah… Nah I don't mind. Kilo: You mentioned someone, do you mind telling us about who that is? SCP-5278-1 (2): (nervous laughter) I did say it was a family thing. Kilo: I'm sorr- SCP-5278-1 (2): Don't sweat it. I might as well tell ya. Who knows when I'll forget even my most cherished memories. SCP-5278-1 (2) sighs, and looks at the ceiling. SCP-5278-1 (2): My daughter. Audrey Mella Folry. That's who she was. A great girl, honestly. I don't remember everything, but all I've got are the memories of her and my family. She was energetic, smart, caring, everything you could ask for in a daughter. She… She was precious. I loved her so much, and I miss her. Kilo is silent. SCP-5278-1 (2): Sorry for dropping that sudden heavy topic on ya. Let's lift up the mood a bit. SCP-5278-1 (2) looks out the window from the pub. SCP-5278-1 (2): Ah crap, it's already dark. You should get going. Place is gonna close and all. Kilo: Damn, really? I enjoyed our conversation, it was great. Honestly. SCP-5278-1 (2): No worries. Oh, and one thing. SCP-5278-1 (2) pulls out what seems to be a necklace, and hands it to Kilo. SCP-5278-1 (2): You mind sending this to my daughter? It was her birthday present, if I can remember correctly. Never got to give it to her though, you know why. Kilo: You mean, she isn't here? SCP-5278-1 (2): She was, visited two years ago. I tried to talk to her, give her the present and all. Obviously it didn't work. Kilo: …Alright. I'll make sure it gets sent. SCP-5278-1 (2): Thanks pal. Get going now, place is gonna close. It'd be nice if you visited next year, place is a bit bland without real people. Kilo: I'll try to visit next year. I'd love to talk again. SCP-5278-1 (2): (chuckles) Until next time. <End Log> Subsequent to the recent exploration log conducted by MTF Mu-12 ("Ghostbusters"), the necklace acquired was successfully delivered to the individual named Audrey Mella Folry. Update 2/27/2015: As of today, the SCP-5278-1 instance named "Hendrick Folry" was nowhere to be seen within SCP-5278. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5278" by chiifu, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5278. 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 ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains body horror in Addendums-A-4 and A-7. This article also contains the death of a child! Do not read further if you are uncomfortable with any of these topics. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 5279 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Disruption Class: {$edisruption-class} Risk Class: notice Risk Class: {$erisk-class} link to memo An image of SCP-5279-1 taken shortly after containment. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5279-1 is to be contained in a standard item containment locker. SCP-5279-2 objects produced by SCP-5279-1 are to be destroyed via the use of an incinerator interconnected to SCP-5279-1 if they are deemed untranslatable, if they are translatable they will be transferred to the Foundation Lingual Department for deciphering. Websites are to be monitored for any mention of SCP-5279-2 like documents, which will be dealt with if necessary. Description: SCP-5279-1 is a UX-300 Fax Machine that periodically prints pieces of paper (SCP-5279-2). The vast majority of SCP-5279-2 objects are blank, incomprehensible, or torn apart. However, a small percentage of objects are semi-comprehensible, written in a mix of early Anglo-Frisian and Anglo-Saxon1. SCP-5279-1 is assumed to be from an alternate universe, due to the contents of SCP-5279-2 documents. No signal is sent to SCP-5279-1 before a document is printed. SCP-5279-1 is able to function without internet access, power, or parts essential to the function of a normal non-anomalous UX-300 Fax Machine. Addendum-A-1 Addendum-A-2 Addendum-A-3 Addendum-A-4 Addendum-A-5 SCP-5279-1 (along with 67 SCP-5279-2 documents) was discovered in an abandoned ████ product manufacturing facility in Hastings, the United Kingdom, on 11/16/2011. The facility in question is coincidentally located where a Anglo-Saxon era church was once located according to the ████████ tapestry. As the facility was shut down on 05/09/2006, it can be presumed that SCP-5279 was left uncontained for over 5 years. SCP-5279 was brought to the Foundation’s attention when reports of SCP-5279 incidents began to appear on the Internet, gaining an almost mythlike status in the suburb of St Leonards among younger residents. Due to the large period in which SCP-5279 was uncontained, it can be assumed that copies of SCP-5279-2 may have been taken from the building. The following addendums include 4 of the most distinct SCP-5279-2 documents. Document Title: N/A Anomalous: No Description: A partially written letter addressed to a ████ ███, who at the time, was the mayor of Hastings. The letter seems to be talking of a celebration of an anniversary. See translation below Text: Text- 9/27/2005 09101-ᛋᚩᛞᛄᚩᛋᛈᚪᛞᚳ2 ████, As you know, the council of the victorious city of Hastings3 has decided to cancel all celebrations of Victory-Day. This is because of (the) presence of eye-snatchers4 in the local realm. Though the council has passed the legislature with no votes against, it is the mayor that must make the final decision in accordance with the 1908 decree of Edith the Fifth. It is of the utmost importance that you, with your power in the mayoral position, which was handed to you by your late father, make the decision to call off all celebrations. Though Victory-Day is a pride to the people of the victorious city of Hastings, safety is our utmost priority. We must cancel the event outright, we have next year for a celebration5. Let us work with marshal officials to end the threat of eye-snatchers and other abominations before we carry on, the king will be in attendance and he must be safe. The following members of the council agree with me on this point, their signatures are below: (Section cut for brevity) END OF ADDENDUM Document Title: ᛈᛚᛁᛋᛄᛖ ᚱᛖᛈᚩ 10/03/2005 (lit. translation "Marshal Reports 10/03/2005") Anomalous: No Description: A police report dated 10/03/2005. Contains images of aforementioned "eye snatchers". Text: Text- 10/03/2005 Hasting Marshal Section Incidents involving abominations: 09/28/2005 Events: Multiple children of resident █████ ████, aged 8, 10, and 12 were discovered outside the family household. Youngest was missing eyes, perfectly removed from the sockets with unbelievable levels of skill. The other 2 children are unable to talk due to shock, and still refused to at the time of the last check-in by the marshal section (10/02/2005), however, the children did lead marshals to the area of the incident. Image mentioned in report #1. 09/30/2005 Events: Resident ███ █████ found in abandoned ███ storage facility. ███ was missing his jugular, teeth (excluding the canines), genitalia, and eyes. His family has been alerted. Photo of collapsed storage facility below, with eye-snatcher in frame. Image of an “eye-snatcher”. 10/01/2005 The eyes of █████ ████ ██, found inside the ██████ sack of ███ █████, replacing the man's testicles. The family of the child have not been informed as to limit their already heavy state of despair. Image of the scene below: (IMAGE IS REDACTED DUE TO ITS VIOLENT CONTENTS. IF ONE WISHES TO VIEW 5279-████ A MENTAL EVALUATION WILL BE REQUIRED.) 10/02/2005 Multiple eye-snatchers were spotted in the White-Oak district. Increased marshal presence has been approved. End of Incident List END OF ADDENDUM Document Title: ᚪᚢᛞᛡ ᚩᚠ ᚦᛖ ᚹᚻᛁᛏᛖ ᚩᚪᚳ ᛘᚪᛋᛋᚪᚳᚱᛖ (lit. translation “Audio of the White Oak Massacre”) Anomalous: No Description: A transcript of the audio of a failed “eye-snatcher” nest raid. The events of the audio are not described, and only the conversation between the police officers remains. The events of this document have been transcribed by foundation personnel using the transcribed audio, misinterpretations are a distinct possibility. Text: Text- Audio of the White Oak Massacre Noise is from 10/09/2005 Written 10/10/2005 (Officers are assumed to be standing outside of a public well, they discuss their plan of entry before approaching the well, beginning their descent.) Descent 8:09-8:15 PM (Descent begins with the men in high spirits.) Marshal Fuller: It is time for justice brothers, this is for the people of Hastings. Remember your training and keep your heads held steady. (8:12) Marshal Stone: Yes sir. (Said in unison with Marshal Godwin, 8:12) Marshal Godwin: Yes sir. (8:12) (Men descend silently until 8:14, assumed to be around 3/4th of the way down the well.) Marshal Fuller: We are nearing the nest mouth, section officer. There appears to be no water…notably, there are red stains upon the mouth walls, common in eye-snatcher nests. (8:14) Marshal Fuller: The throat of the nest has been spotted. It is of great size, around 1 elne in height, and 3 feet in width. Team commencing raid now. (8:15) Massacre 8:16-8:30PM (Men enter the “throat” of the nest, assumed to be a hole in the walls of the well. They do not speak for over 4 minutes as they traverse the throat, either due to interference, or to not alert any “eye-snatchers”. Eventually the silence is broken by Marshal Fuller, shaken at the large amount of eyes they have come across.) Marshal Fuller: By god. So many eyes. I cannot find an area where I am not watched by the stolen pearls. This is not normal section officer, we have only just entered the throat. There should be a complete lack of stolen orbs until at least the stomach is reached. (8:16) (Group continues, occasionally speaking, this will be cut out for brevity. After 4 minutes of descent, Marshal Stone reports movement.) Marshal Stone: Fuller. Movement ahead, abomination? (8:20) Marshal Fuller: Impossible. We have walked now, only 10 minutes. Not once in my 20 years of nest raids have I seen a snatcher this far up. (8:20) Marshal Stone: But sir, I swear- (8:20) Marshal Godwin: Silence yourself. You are seeing things, it happens to recruits. (8:21) Marshal Fuller: I recommend you listen to Godwin. (8:21) Marshal Stone: Understood. Apologies sir. (Descent continues for another 6 minutes before another notable event occurs in the “Stomach” of the nest. It is assumed that the team has spotted an “eye-snatcher”.) Marshal Stone: Sir. Ahead. (8:27) Marshal Fuller: What? This isn’t normal. Fire upon it Stone. (Marshal Stone is assumed to have fired upon the “eye-snatcher”. The audio becomes “incomprehensible” according to the transcript writer. This is the only note written in the document.) Marshal Fuller: (incomprehensible) Fire-too many-blood. (8:27-8:30) (Connection to Marshals is assumed lost) SUMMARY Following the loss of contact with Marshals Fuller, Stone, and Godwin, the abominations took their first recorded motion of direct combat with the Marshal Section. Though they fought bravely they were outnumbered, and ultimately 17 marshals and ground staff would die in the massacre. DEATHS Richard Fuller Ivan Stone Edmund Godwin Section Officer Edgar Wright (14 more names are listed, but will not be displayed for the sake of brevity.) END OF ADDENDUM Document Title: N/A Anomalous: No Description: A series of letters faxxed by a member of the “Council of the Victorious City of Hastings” (referred to as the CVCH in the remainder of this document for brevity), the member is seemingly in a manic state due to the presence of eyes “protruding from areas they should not be protruding from”. From the description of the events in the letters, it can be assumed an XK or similar class type scenario is taking place. Text: Text- October, 12 There are eyes falling from my ceiling, they are protruding from areas on my own person where eyes should not be protruding, they come from the walls held floating by still connected veins6. They are watching me as I write this. They aren’t just eyes they must be connected to one of those vile beasts. I hear them move every few minutes, I saw one too. It was above me, its head melting through my ceiling. I know they’re outside, I still hear screaming on occasion from one of their victims. I know I’m safer inside than out. I know this idea to be incredibly foolish, due to the large-scale attack by the abominations, but I have decided to contact the marshal's office and mayoral office via fax. This is my last call for help. I feel the eyes moving in my skin. I feel my own eyes attempting to push themselves from my head. And I feel the hot breath of a snatcher right behind me on my neck. Help. October, 13th My fingers disappeared today, yet I still feel them tapping away at my keyboard as I write this. But I have no keyboard, I am using my invisible fingers to write on my invisible keyboard. They’re everywhere I look now, I can feel them boring into my skin, creating new orifices every few minutes yet I feel no pain. There is a pile of eyes around a foot high on the ground, they writhe around as if they’re alive, and at this point, I’m convinced they are. I tried leaving the room, only to find a wall made of snatchers. They didn’t do anything but stand in place and stare at me. My windows are blocked in a similar way. Things continued to disappear but I know they are still present, like my bed, which I lay down on still, causing me to float. During the small period of time in which I was able to sleep the snatchers whispered indescribable things to me. I know I’m talking to no one. I know that everything is over. But if anyone is reading this, please. Help me. 14 Eyes: Gone Screen: Gone Outside: Black Arms: Gone Feet: Gone Everything: Gone Death: neverarriving Howamievenwritinghowamievenwringthisahowhowmabuevwnwritnhhowhowhowhowhowhowbwothisishellthisishellhelphellhelphellphellhelp HelphelphelphphelphelphelphelphelphelphelplphekplpehlpehlpehlepgelnshsshHelphelp… (This continues for another 25 pages) SCP-5279 is assumed to have warped into our universe during or after this event. A hypothesis proposed by Dr. ████ revolves around SCP-5279 also gaining its anomalous abilities during this event (see Document-5279/misc for details). END OF ADDENDUM Footnotes 1. The writing system used in the SCP-5279 language is that of Anglo-Saxon runes 2. Untranslatable, assumed to be an address, but completely different from the modern system. 3. Translated from "ᚠᛁᚳᛏᚩᚱᛏᚩᚹᚾᚩᚠᚪᚾᚻᚪᛋᛏᛁ", assumed to be an honorary title. In the original translation, Hastings was translated as "Hasti", likely related to the city's title. 4. Translated from ᚪᚳᚻ ᛏᚱᛖᚳᛖᚱ, it is unknown if the text was lost in translation, or if the meaning is literal. 5. Section was initially covered by marker, but was easily uncovered after discovery. This may indicate that the document is a draft. 6. ”Veins” is assumed to be in reference to the optic nerve of the eyes.
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SCP-5280
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Undated photograph of the Glendale Homestead, with several artificially produced SCP-5280 beehives. Unable to determine identity or context of human entities. Item #: SCP-5280 Special Containment Procedures: The remaining land containing the Glendale Homestead has been purchased through a Foundation front organization specializing in rural real estate sale. As the Glendale Homestead is located within a considerably populated region, an inconspicuous low-level containment system consisting of era appropriate barbed wire fencing surrounding the property has been approved. Hives containing SCP-5280 instances have been removed from the property when possible and placed into Site-68's provisional apiary department. Hives affixed to structurally weakened areas within the farmhouse are to remain in their current position in order to prevent structural decay. A permanent, skeleton crew of Site-68 apiculturists have been placed within the Glendale property for the purpose of colony maintenance and general care. Description: SCP-5280 is an anomalous modification of Apis mellifera (Western honey bee) commonly associated with Daevite horticulture1. SCP-5280 possesses several key, anomalous distinctions in comparison to baseline A. mellifera. Cold Weather Acclimation — Specimens of SCP-5280 are able to survive in significantly colder climates than baseline A. mellifera. This would have allowed for an expanded range which includes territory claimed by the Daevite Empire in Siberia. Hive Creation — Hives produced by SCP-5280 (when not provided with artificial beehives) are typically large scale and display advanced architecture. If allowed to develop extensive hives, SCP-5280 frequently produce structures similar to Daevite temples or other culturally significant items. Horticulture Pollination — The majority of Daevite horticulture cannot naturally reproduce, and requires an external pollinator. However, most nonanomalous organisms are not capable of performing this task; only manual labor and SCP-5280 are able to successfully pollinate anomalous Daevite plants. Plant Alteration — Plants which have not previously been modified by Daevite horticulture or SCP-5280 will become modified upon extended interaction with SCP-52802. These changes are generally non-anomalous and prepare plants for further modification with Daevite horticulture. Already modified plants are occasionally modified; the distinction for this is unknown. There are two currently extant colonies of SCP-5280. The first is the original population, located at the Glendale Homestead in ██████, UK. The second is an offshoot colony of the first, which was removed from the Glendale Homestead and transplanted into the Site-68 apiary. The original population was allowed to remain at the Glendale Homestead out of concerns over the cultural and historical research significance of the hive, which is in the shape of a Daevite temple. SCP-5280 typically behaves identically to baseline A. mellifera. However, when an instance of SCP-5280 encounters another Hymenoptera hive, the entire colony will behave aggressively and attack the other hive. However, SCP-5280 is typically unable to effectively defend itself, and the SCP-5280 hive will be destroyed in either the attack or the Hymenoptera counterattack. Details of how SCP-5280 was created are unknown, but it is strongly believed that SCP-140-A3 was the original creator of the Glendale Homestead. If this is the case, then SCP-5280 was created prior to the printing of SCP-140, and may represent an alternative attempt at restoring Daevite culture. The exact story behind the recreation of SCP-5280 is very unclear. Photographic evidence believed to represent early progress in the modification of SCP-5280 has been found at the Glendale Homestead, but this evidence shows cohabitation with baseline humanity. If SCP-140-A cohabitated the Glendale Homestead with nonanomalous humanity, this would have been uncharacteristic of its regular behavior patterns. Addendum 5280.1 — SCP-140 Excerpt The following is an excerpt from SCP-140, which describes usage of SCP-5280 during the Daevite civilization and SCP-140-A's attempts at re-establishing a colony at the Glendale Homestead. The below section appeared during the expansion of SCP-140 caused by a 2003 containment breach. The Little Priestesses4, were of course, crucial to the maintenance of the Empire. Without them, so much of our many great works would not have been possible. Our gardens were not like the rest of the world: they produce our weapons and armies. And who tends to the gardens but the Little Priestesses. Why the names? They modeled their homes after our own religion. If you were to cut a hive open, you would find inside the exact nature of one of our temples. The queen sat at the front, just as where an Empress or one of her heirs would go where she attends worship. I myself have sat in those seats many times in the past myself, like a little bee. They mimicked us in so many ways, I have to admit now. The matriarchy, the weapons, the organization. It is funny how we had this little mirror in of the whole of the Empire in a single hive. It encapsulated our culture, our lives, our buildings, the religion. The backbone of our civilization, as it were. They were always one of the first things brought with us to a new place, so when you saw the blood roses drip, you knew this would be a new home. They would go out, do whatever it is bees do, and then you would begin to see the landscape change in response, turning and folding in on itself to glorious new creations. The Great Works would follow soon after that. I think that is why my first attempts at bringing the glory of the Empire back were through the Little Priestesses. At the time, it seemed like the most logical place to begin. But there were too many external factors in that plan — turncoat allies, a sour location, bad memories resurfacing — that caused it to all collapse in the end. So be it. Addendum 5280.2 — Testing Log In order to test the plant alteration properties of SCP-5280, various species were exposed to SCP-5280 and allowed to develop modifications. Input: Twelve blooming Rosa chinesis (Chinese rose) specimens in a flower bed. Output: Each rose began to secrete a thick sap visually and tactically identical to human blood out of the thorns. The chemical makeup of this sap made for quality fertilizer. Ritual testing indicated that the sap could be used in place of human blood for various occult purposes described in SCP-140. Input: One Larix decidua (European larch) tree. Output: Parts of the tree naturally began to grow into the shape of humanoid body parts without external molding. The process of modification was slow and took upwards of three years for body parts to become completely modified. All parts of the tree were otherwise nonanomalous, and did not animate. Limbs could not be successfully used for more advanced Daevite horticulture. Input: One Citrus reticulata (Mandarin orange) tree. Output: No change was initially externally visible. Mandarins produced from the tree were radically altered on the interior. Each mandarin had a singular seed at the center of the fruit, rather than the typical variance found in mandarins. Each of these seed was rudimentarily sculpted into the shape of a unique female head, typically adorned in royal regalia. When planted, each seed produced a C. rendicula tree with similar seeds, but with features associated with the daeva emphasized and distorted. By the third generation, none of the faces were recognizable as human. Notes: The following test was intended to allow SCP-5280 to modify a large amount of material. SCP-5280 was exposed to the below material for a full year. Input: Approximately thirty Buxus sempervirens (European box), unaltered and installed in the Site-68 topiary. Output: All of the B. sempervirens specimens were altered into a singular, expansive scene, consisting of multiple humanoid figures and buildings. Figures are divided into two groups: daeva (who are in various poses of distress) and soldiers (who are attacking the daeva). The altered topiary is of significant artistic skill, with detail not possible under nonanomalous means. Based on information from SCP-140, this scene is believed to represent the daeva genocide of 2██ BCE led by Chinese general Qin Kai. This was the initially given end date for the Daevite civilization upon creation of SCP-140. Notes: The following test was conducted after the discovery of Prunus persica (peach) seeds in the dirt of the Glendale Homestead, which caused a hypothesized connection to SCP-3925. Input: One instance of SCP-392. Output: Head produced by SCP-392 instance was capable of human speech. Additionally, unlike other heads produced by SCP-392, the head was missing eyes and auditory ossicles. Head murmured several statements in Low Daevic before suddenly expiring due to various malformations. Translations follow. Oh! Oh! For the glory of the Empire! Glory above all else, even truth! Turn back, turn back, my Highness. Better to cherish and honor the past than blaspheme against it. What's this but a stain upon the fabric! We cannot wash it out, but it'll never do to stain the rest of it to make it even. Our legacy is one of failure. We cannot avoid it, no matter how much we try. Look beyond the past, my daughter, or you will see it again and again and again. Footnotes 1. The Daevite civilization had a strong tradition of growing and modifying plants to gain anomalous traits. See SCP-392 and SCP-3399 for examples. 2. This is commonly, but not exclusively, pollination, and includes any form of physical contact. 3. SCP-140-A is a wealthy individual with unknown connections to the Daevite civilization, who was initially responsible for the creation of all SCP-140 instances. They are suspected to be the author of SCP-140. 4. Name used in SCP-140 to refer to SCP-5280. 5. Anomalous P. persica specimens which produce male human heads instead of fruit. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5280" by stormbreath and Amelia Wright, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5280. 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: bees.jpg Name: British bee journal & bee-keepers adviser Author: Unknown License: Public domain Source Link: Flickr
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SCP-5282
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euclid
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Item#: 5282 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5282-1 and SCP-5282-2, respectively. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5282-1 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell. This cell must not exceed an area of 8m x 8m. SCP-5282-1 is not to exit the containment cell except during testing. SCP-5282-1 is to be provided with the following: One plush doll. Subject is permitted to request a change. One "LEGO Bricks & More - Creative Bucket," for recreational purposes. Five coloring books of any brand. Books may be swapped at the request of subject. One box of crayons, any brand. SCP-5282-2 is to be kept in a standard anomalous item storage locker directly adjacent to SCP-5282-1's cell. SCP-5282-2's recall radius must encompass SCP-5282-1's cell at all times to prevent any unintended containment breaches. Both SCP-5282-1 and -2 are currently housed at Site-17. Description: SCP-5282-1 is a female of Western European descent, 105 cm tall, weighing 15.3 kg (~33.7 lbs). SCP-5282-1's apparent age is estimated to be four or five years, however, SCP-5282-1 has been in Foundation custody for several years without any notable change in appearance. SCP-5282-1 refers to itself as "Ava," and states that it does not know its last name. Little Ava and her beautiful toys, SCP-5282-2 is the collective designation given to a set of 50 wooden alphabet blocks of varying size. Material analysis of SCP-5282-2 reveals no anomalous materials or structures. Wanted by all of the girls and the boys SCP-5282-2's primary anomalous effect manifests when SCP-5282-1 arranges a selection of SCP-5282-2 instances to spell out the name of a noun in the English language. When this takes place, the object described will appear within the general vicinity of SCP-5282-1 within approx. 5 seconds. SCP-5282-2 does not produce these objects, rather, the object is taken from where it was previously located and deposited near SCP-5282-1. The method of transportation is unknown, and is theorized to be anomalous in nature as well. The colorful letters SCP-5282-2's secondary anomalous effect occurs when SCP-5282-1 travels a certain distance away from a given SCP-5282-2 instance, which has been designated the "recall radius." This field is spherical in shape, and extends approx. 15m from each SCP-5282-2 instance. When SCP-5282-1 exits this radius, the given SCP-5282-2 instance will immediately appear within 1m of SCP-5282-1. Make everything better, Discovery: SCP-5282-1 and -2 were recovered on ██/██/████. Prior to recovery, several news stations published articles regarding the sudden appearance of a fossilized Tyrannosaurus rex skeleton at █████ █████ ███████ Daycare Center, in [DATA REDACTED], USA. Elsewhere, reports were made about the sudden disappearance of the same Tyrannosaurus rex skeleton at the [DATA REDACTED] Museum of Natural Sciences. Upon investigation, SCP-5282-1 and -2 were found at the site of the appearance, bearing several other objects of unknown origin. The Tyrannosaurus rex skeleton was returned, and amnestics properly distributed. SCP-5282-1's parents have not been identified, however, there is a possibility that [DATA REDACTED]. Always spreading feelings of joy! -Dr. W Test Logs: Test 5282-01 Spelled Word "ROCK" Times Performed One Results One small stone, weighing about 1.5 kg Test 5282-02 Spelled Word "FRUIT" Times Performed Five Results Five ripe apples, Red Delicious variety Notes SCP-5282-1 described this type of apple to be their "favorite." - Researcher Weaver Test 5282-03 Spelled Word "TREE" Times Performed One Results One adult English oak tree, with roots still intact. Appearance caused significant damage to the roof of the testing room, which was quickly repaired. Test 5282-04 Spelled Word "COMPUTER" Times Performed One Results One Dell laptop, owned by Researcher Mallory Test 5282-05 Spelled Word "DOG" Times Performed Three Results One Japanese Spitz, randomly appearing near SCP-5282-1 three consecutive times. Notes The Japanese Spitz in question was provided by Researcher Weaver, and was shown to SCP-5282-1 prior to testing. Test 5282-06 Spelled Word "GOOD DOG" Times Performed One Results SCP-343, bearing the appearance of a Great Dane Notes While this was intended to test whether SCP-5282-2 would cause things to appear based on SCP-5282-1's preference, a misspelling of the word "good" led to a minor containment breach. I am going to suggest that SCP-5282-1 be guided in the spelling of words via SCP-5282-2 from this point on to prevent any further unintended containment breaches. We're just lucky that this happened before we tried to spell "lizard" or something. - Site Director Bryson Test 5282-07 Spelled Word "███████ WEAVER" Times Performed One Results Researcher Weaver, being transported ~2m from a sitting position. Test 5282-08 Spelled Word "██████ MALLORY" Times Performed One Results Researcher Mallory, being transported ~3m from a standing position. Test 5282-09 Spelled Word "AVA" Times Performed One Results N/A Test 5282-10 Spelled Word "ANYTHING" Times Performed Three Results One CD copy of "Ice Ice Baby" by Vanilla Ice, one unidentified house key, and one carrot. Test 5282-11 Spelled Word "MOMMY" Times Performed One Results N/A Test 5282-12 Spelled Word "DADDY" Times Performed One Results [DATA REDACTED]
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SCP-5283
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neutralized
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Item #: SCP-5283 Special Containment Procedures: Due to its nature, SCP-5283 is currently self-contained at Site-37. Description: SCP-5283 is an immovable, third-party Nerf N-Strike Elite Universal suction dart stuck to the ceiling of Site-37's central cafeteria. Addendum-1: Removal Attempts Attempt Method Outcome #1 Researcher Harbor Wilson attempts to pull SCP-5283 from the ceiling. Failure #2 A different staff member attempts to pull SCP-5283 from the ceiling. Failure #3-8 Dr. Wilson directs six other staff members to attempt to remove SCP-5283 Failure #9 Dr. Wilson attempts to cut SCP-5283 from the ceiling using a knife. Failure #10 Dr. Wilson attempts to cut SCP-5283 from the ceiling using a motorized saw. Failure #11 Dr. Wilson attempts to cut SCP-5283 from the ceiling using a chainsaw. Failure #12 Dr. Wilson attempts to cut SCP-5283 from the ceiling using a PLS.1 Failure #13-16 Dr. Wilson attempts to remove the entire ceiling tile SCP-5283 is attached to.2 Failure #17 Dr. Wilson attempts to burn SCP-5283 using a lighter. Failure #18 Dr. Wilson attempts to melt SCP-5283 using a flamethrower. Failure #19 Dr. Wilson attempts to destroy SCP-5283 using three minuscule detonation charges. Failure #20-23 Dr. Wilson attempts to destroy SCP-5283 with a shotgun. Failure #24 Dr. Wilson attempts to destabilize the local reality around SCP-5283 to result in its disconnection from the ceiling. Failure #25 Dr. Wilson prays for SCP-5283's removal. Failure #26 Dr. Wilson prays for his removal. N/A #27 Dr. Wilson spends approximately 78 minutes shouting at SCP-5283, demanding it fall off of the ceiling. Failure #28-███ Dr. Wilson attempts to punch SCP-5283 off of the ceiling. Fuck This Failure Further attempts are pending. To: Senior Researcher Rebecca Larson (tenpics.eruces|r_nosral#tenpics.eruces|r_nosral) From: Researcher Harbor Wilson (tenpics.eruces|h_nosliw#tenpics.eruces|h_nosliw) Subject: THE DAMN NERF DART I say this in the most respectful way possible: What the hell do you expect me to do about the nerf dart? Seriously. I have tried everything. Manpower. Blades. Saws. Fire - no, you do not need to remind me of how big of a failure that was. Detonation charges. I even spent over an hour shouting at the damn thing! No matter what I do, it doesn't budge. Nothing! I feel like I'm going insane. I've become a laughingstock here. The guy who "can't even move a nerf dart." It's degrading. If you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them. Because I am this fucking close to submitting my resignation letter. To: Researcher Harbor Wilson (tenpics.eruces|h_nosliw#tenpics.eruces|h_nosliw) From: Senior Researcher Rebecca Larson (tenpics.eruces|r_nosral#tenpics.eruces|r_nosral) Subject: RE: THE DAMN NERF DART Have you tried asking it nicely? Following this email correspondence, Dr. Wilson was seen walking into Site-37's central cafeteria while muttering the phrase "What kind of bullshit idea is that?" He then reportedly walked over to SCP-5283 and asked, "Can you please get off of the ceiling, SCP-5283?" He was immediately met with the laughter of most nearby staff - much to Wilson's seeming embarrassment - though it ceased moments later when SCP-5283 seemingly obliged the request, falling from the ceiling. Since its removal, all anomalous effects have ceased and SCP-5283 has been reclassified as "Neutralized." Dr. Wilson has since started seeing a Foundation therapist. Footnotes 1. Portable Laser Saw. 2. Four separate attempts are made using; a knife, motorized saw, chainsaw, and PLS. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5283" by Trintavon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5283. 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-5283
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Item #: SCP-5283 Special Containment Procedures: Due to its nature, SCP-5283 is currently self-contained at Site-37. Description: SCP-5283 is an immovable, third-party Nerf N-Strike Elite Universal suction dart stuck to the ceiling of Site-37's central cafeteria. Addendum-1: Removal Attempts Attempt Method Outcome #1 Researcher Harbor Wilson attempts to pull SCP-5283 from the ceiling. Failure #2 A different staff member attempts to pull SCP-5283 from the ceiling. Failure #3-8 Dr. Wilson directs six other staff members to attempt to remove SCP-5283 Failure #9 Dr. Wilson attempts to cut SCP-5283 from the ceiling using a knife. Failure #10 Dr. Wilson attempts to cut SCP-5283 from the ceiling using a motorized saw. Failure #11 Dr. Wilson attempts to cut SCP-5283 from the ceiling using a chainsaw. Failure #12 Dr. Wilson attempts to cut SCP-5283 from the ceiling using a PLS.1 Failure #13-16 Dr. Wilson attempts to remove the entire ceiling tile SCP-5283 is attached to.2 Failure #17 Dr. Wilson attempts to burn SCP-5283 using a lighter. Failure #18 Dr. Wilson attempts to melt SCP-5283 using a flamethrower. Failure #19 Dr. Wilson attempts to destroy SCP-5283 using three minuscule detonation charges. Failure #20-23 Dr. Wilson attempts to destroy SCP-5283 with a shotgun. Failure #24 Dr. Wilson attempts to destabilize the local reality around SCP-5283 to result in its disconnection from the ceiling. Failure #25 Dr. Wilson prays for SCP-5283's removal. Failure #26 Dr. Wilson prays for his removal. N/A #27 Dr. Wilson spends approximately 78 minutes shouting at SCP-5283, demanding it fall off of the ceiling. Failure #28-███ Dr. Wilson attempts to punch SCP-5283 off of the ceiling. Fuck This Failure Further attempts are pending. To: Senior Researcher Rebecca Larson (tenpics.eruces|r_nosral#tenpics.eruces|r_nosral) From: Researcher Harbor Wilson (tenpics.eruces|h_nosliw#tenpics.eruces|h_nosliw) Subject: THE DAMN NERF DART I say this in the most respectful way possible: What the hell do you expect me to do about the nerf dart? Seriously. I have tried everything. Manpower. Blades. Saws. Fire - no, you do not need to remind me of how big of a failure that was. Detonation charges. I even spent over an hour shouting at the damn thing! No matter what I do, it doesn't budge. Nothing! I feel like I'm going insane. I've become a laughingstock here. The guy who "can't even move a nerf dart." It's degrading. If you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them. Because I am this fucking close to submitting my resignation letter. To: Researcher Harbor Wilson (tenpics.eruces|h_nosliw#tenpics.eruces|h_nosliw) From: Senior Researcher Rebecca Larson (tenpics.eruces|r_nosral#tenpics.eruces|r_nosral) Subject: RE: THE DAMN NERF DART Have you tried asking it nicely? Following this email correspondence, Dr. Wilson was seen walking into Site-37's central cafeteria while muttering the phrase "What kind of bullshit idea is that?" He then reportedly walked over to SCP-5283 and asked, "Can you please get off of the ceiling, SCP-5283?" He was immediately met with the laughter of most nearby staff - much to Wilson's seeming embarrassment - though it ceased moments later when SCP-5283 seemingly obliged the request, falling from the ceiling. Since its removal, all anomalous effects have ceased and SCP-5283 has been reclassified as "Neutralized." Dr. Wilson has since started seeing a Foundation therapist. Footnotes 1. Portable Laser Saw. 2. Four separate attempts are made using; a knife, motorized saw, chainsaw, and PLS. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5283" by Trintavon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5283. 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-5284: Why the Black Moon Howls Author: The Great Hippo, Images: Link and Link. Music: Run With Us (Lisa Lougheed) More by The Great Hippo: SCPs – hide block SCPs [SCP-3034] The Counting Station DO NOT LET HER FINISH [SCP-3035] Science Bugs case_of_the_mondays.png, case_of_the_mondays (1).png [SCP-3054] Cragstaff Sanitarium You are sick. You are broken. We will fix you. [SCP-3045] bzzip.exe HAMLET: I am no longer moody. [SCP-3043] Murphy Law in… Type 3043 — FOR MURDER! Forget it, Fred. It's Chinatown. [SCP-3057] Fossil Fuels …witnesses provided confirmation that instances of SCP-3057-4 did, in fact, have feathers. [SCP-2639] Video Game Violence i need to know how many people i've killed [SCP-437] Summer of '91 That was a pretty crazy summer, y'know? Sometimes I really miss that place. [SCP-3079] 300 Tricks: Stage Magic Made Easy NOTE: No method for accomplishing this trick is provided. [SCP-2753] Let's Play Jenga! High art carries high risk! [SCP-2679] The Many Graves of Jeannette Parslov Whatever it takes, do what you must; whatever the cost, come back to us. [SCP-3074] Kafka's Parking Garage Thank you for choosing Izatova Parking Center. Have a pleasant day. [SCP-2571] Cragglewood Park Mr. Blair, have you always been an only child? [SCP-2419] The Laughing Men Throw them back into the incinerator where you found them. [SCP-3143] Murphy Law in… The Foundation Always Rings Twice! When it comes right down to it, me — them — hell, even you — we're all just characters in that trashy dime-store novel called life. [SCP-3089] That Old Time Religion Remember how we explained that successful people don't actually need any of their toes to walk? Well, that's going to come in handy for Secret Number Six. [SCP-3117] A Monster-Shaped Hole I'm not talking to you. [SCP-3128] Let's Play Monopoly! Hey, guys? I'm, uh. I'm using this. [SCP-3138] A Sepulcher by the Sea Should it prove feasible, all non-canonical corpses are to be extracted, examined, and catalogued. [SCP-3241] The SS Sommerfeld It makes me wonder what an old monster like myself is even doing here, anymore. And then? Someone special comes along and reminds me. [SCP-3219] This Sour Earth Notably, no reports describe any attempt to examine the residence's storm cellar. [SCP-4028] La Historia de Don Quixote de la Mancha Justine eventually re-unites with her sister, Juliette. Alonso strikes down a lightning bolt intended for them both, then challenges the narrator to a duel. [SCP-3546] Doggone it, I Fold! Specifically, fan-art of Sonic the Hedgehog, a video-game character produced by Sega in 1991. [SCP-3561] An Unfinished Work Despite multiple reports from neighbors who claimed to have witnessed members of his family standing at the windows, no trace of Theodore Holdstock's wife and children could be found. [SCP-4054] The Seventh Door SCP-4054 is The Seventh Door, an unlicensed platform adventure game released for the Nintendo Entertainment System in 1988. Fig 1.1: SCP-5284 (partially visible behind the Moon). Photo taken on March 4th, 2015. Item #: SCP-5284 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation assets embedded in UNOOSA1 are to continue monitoring SCP-5284's course and position. Should SCP-5284's heading change, its assigned Containment Director is granted authority to execute Protocol GLITTERWØLF at their discretion. Description: SCP-5284 is an extradimensional extrusion of undetermined mass and variable volume. Radiometric and spectroscopic observation has determined that it produces little to no heat, is comprised of an unidentified organic compound, and exhibits behavior comparable to that of a microscopic organism. Measurements taken by GRACE2 satellites have determined that even at its largest observed volumes (estimated to be 21.352 * 1010 km3), it exerts no measurable gravitational pull. Although there are fragmented historical references to SCP-5284, direct observation within Earth's solar system has occurred only once. On February 19th, 2015, Foundation personnel noted its presence (and comparable volume) behind Earth's Moon. For one week, SCP-5284 maintained its orbit; then, on February 26th, its orbital momentum increased. Under Foundation supervision, an unmanned probe was launched by SHAR3 from Sriharikota, Andhra Pradesh (India). On February 28th, the probe orbited the Moon and came within 3 km of SCP-5284. SCP-5284 extended a structure similar to an amoeba's pseudopods, which it used to consume and destroy the probe. SCP-5284's momentum and volume dramatically increased. After examining several Sumerian fragments referencing SCP-5284, Researcher Mary Ross suggested making contact with an entity referred to in these same fragments as "Salu-ki". Mobile Task Force Sampi-6 ("Imaginary Numbers") was mobilized, and — with the help of Agent Yara Toma (an esoteric specialist familiar with Sumerian) — performed a ritual to summon Salu-ki into a suitably preserved human vessel. AUDIO LOG DATE: March 1st, 2015 TOMA: — think that should do it. He — they — should be coming around any — SUBJECT: [Unintelligible.] TOMA: That was fast. SUBJECT: [Unintelligible.] LOCKE: What're they saying? TOMA: Uh… SUBJECT: [Unintelligible.] LOCKE: Don't you speak Sumerian? TOMA: Nobody speaks it. Not anymore. All I can manage is a rough approximation. But — SUBJECT: [Unintelligible.] TOMA: Whatever they're saying, I don't think they're saying it in Sumerian. On March 4th, SCP-5284's momentum and volume increased again. It was now partially visible from behind the Moon, and its orbit was decaying. Researchers estimated contact with Earth's atmosphere in one week. Foundation operatives mobilized military assets for a possible nuclear option. Meanwhile, linguistic researchers analyzed recordings of the subject and identified key elements shared by several ancient dialects. Maria Tilde — an outside expert on North-Eurasian proto-languages — was attending an unrelated convention in Burnaby, British Columbia; an agent was dispatched to her hotel. AUDIO LOG DATE: March 5th, 2015 [Knocking.] [Rattling.] TILDE Um… Hello? HARDIN: Ms. Tilde? TILDE: Look, it's a little early, and I don't even have my suit ready — HARDIN: Sorry to bother you at this hour. My name's Sebastian Hardin, and… well, look. None of this is going to make sense regardless of how I put it, so I'll just cut right to the chase: Do you have any idea what the hell this guy's saying? [A recording of the subject is played.] TILDE: What — who is that? HARDIN: Why? Do you recognize any of it? TILDE: Um. Can you play it again? [The recording repeats.] TILDE: I think… I think he's saying, um… something about 'the black moon is howling'? Where did you find this? [Silence.] TILDE: Wait. Are you — are you even with the convention? HARDIN: Ms. Tilde, I'm going to need you to pack all your things and come with me. Ms. Tilde was taken by Foundation agents and brought to Site-76 for debriefing. On March 6th, she was permitted to aid in an interview with the subject. INTERVIEW LOG DATE: March 6th, 2015 NOTE: An approximate translation of the proto-language being spoken has been provided. TILDE: «Hello?» SUBJECT: «You speak roughly. Why did you summon me? Will you speak the Words?» TILDE: «I didn't — words? Who are you? What do you want?» SUBJECT: «I am Salu-ki. One Who Waits. One Who is Good. I wait for the Words.» TILDE: «Waiting for — what are the Words?» SUBJECT: «If I must tell you the Words, then it is not your place to speak them.» HARDIN: What's he saying? TILDE: I don't — something about waiting for 'the Words', whatever that means. Says he's the 'One Who Waits'? And 'One Who is Good'? HARDIN: Ask him about the moon. TILDE: «You said something about the black moon —» [Subject expresses agitation.] HARDIN: Easy, now. SUBJECT: «The Enemy. The Cowardly One. It is cunning; it knows many places to hide. But we remain vigilant. My people remain vigilant. We are Ones Who Watch. Ones Who Wait. Ones Who Chase. Our guard never lowers; our task never ends. We watch for the Enemy, and we wait for the Words. And then —» [Subject bares his teeth.] TILDE: «Your people?» SUBJECT: «I was first among them. The first to be One Who is Good; the first to know the Words. The first to know One Who Speaks.» TILDE: «One Who Speaks —» HARDIN: What is he saying? TILDE: Just a minute — SUBJECT: «In the beginning, we were two. His people and mine. Neither had need of the other. But we hunted for the same food, lived on the same land. Our indifference became irritation — irritation became contempt, contempt became anger.» SUBJECT: «But when the Enemy came… It was smaller, then. It struck at me as I rested. I ran off. Hid in a cave to lick my wounds. That is where One Who Speaks found me. I expected cruelty, or perhaps indifference. To be killed, forced out — or ignored. But…» TILDE: «He helped you.» SUBJECT: «He tended my wounds. Fed me. Protected me. Watched over me. And as I warmed myself by the glow of his fire, my belly full of meat… the fire filled me. I made a vow — burned it into my heart. As he had fed me, I would feed him. As he had protected me, I would protect him. And as he watched over me, I would watch over him. We would be brothers, he and I. And so, I learned the Words — as did my people. Two became one. One stood against the Enemy — and One prevailed.» TILDE: «How?» SUBJECT: «How? How else? With fang and spear; tooth and claw.» TILDE: «Tooth and — wait —» [Alarm klaxons.] HARDIN: Shit. We need to get out of here. TILDE: Wait, but— HARDIN: Now. Fig 1.2: SCP-5284 approaching Site-76. Photo taken on March 6th, 2015. SCP-5284's orbit halted during the interview. It was now on a direct collision course with Earth. Researchers estimated impact with Site-76 in approximately 1 hour. Nuclear missiles were launched from three separate sites: Nellis Air Force Base in Nevada, Warren Air Force Base in Colorado, and a Naval submarine located off the coast of California. All three payloads were subsumed by SCP-5284. Site-76 personnel were ordered to evacuate to underground bunkers located onsite. Despite this, Agent Hardin escorted Ms. Tilde back to the subject's cell to resume the interview. AUDIO LOG DATE: March 6th, 2015 TILDE: Can you do something about those klaxons? HARDIN: Lady, we're literally gonna die in the next four minutes. Whatever the hell your theory is, now's the time to act on it. TILDE: O-okay. Um. «Salu-ki? I need to ask you a question.» SUBJECT: «Yes?» TILDE: «Are you — were you —» — shit. There's no word for this that I know. Um. HARDIN: Make that three minutes. TILDE: «Salu-ki, did you walk on two legs or four?» SUBJECT: «What sort of question is that?» TILDE: «Answer?» [Snorting.] SUBJECT: «Four, of course.» TILDE: He's not human, Hardin. His people aren't humans — they're — they're wolves. HARDIN: What? TILDE: The story he told me isn't just the story of two people uniting against a common threat. It's the story of humans domesticating wolves. HARDIN: How the fuck does that help us?! Two minutes and thirty seconds! TILDE: «Salu-ki, why are you One Who Waits?» SUBJECT: «Because One Who Speaks spoke the Words.» TILDE: «He told you to wait. He told you to stay.» SUBJECT: «Yes. That is one of the Words. And I stayed. Because I am One Who is Good.» TILDE: «Salu-ki, the Words you are waiting for, your people are waiting for — is it —» SUBJECT: «They are your people, as well.» TILDE: «— is it… What? What do you — what do you mean?» SUBJECT: «Did you think I would not recognize my own kin?» TILDE: «I — I mean, um. Um. I'm not — my body isn't —» HARDIN: Two minutes! Wrap this the fuck up! SUBJECT: «Do you think we are bound by mere flesh? That a pack is a matter as trivial as blood? I can see it in your heart; our sacred vow, burning inside you. Bright as the sun. Just as it burns in the hearts of all our people.» TILDE: «I — I…» SUBJECT: «You have asked me many questions, little pup. Now I shall ask you one. Tell me: Why does the black moon howl?» TILDE: It howls… HARDIN: Maria! TILDE: It howls because it's afraid. Because it's afraid of us. SUBJECT: «Speak the Words.» TILDE: «Salu-ki — fetch the ball.» HARDIN: One minute and — and — HOLYSHI— [Crashing, followed by howling.] [Audio cuts.] Following this interview, reports arrived of canines around the world all simultaneously howling at the sky. In several cases, humans engaged in similar behavior4, but later could not explain why. SCP-5284 immediately reversed course. As of 2021, current projections place it roughly 1.5428388 * 1012 km outside of Earth's solar system — and accelerating. Salu-ki's whereabouts remain unknown. Footnotes 1. United Nations Office for Outer Space Affairs. 2. Gravity Recovery and Climate Experiment. 3. Satish Dhawan Space Centre. 4. Notably, over 40% of convention attendees at Burnaby, British Columbia. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5284" by The Great Hippo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5284. 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: moon1.png Name: File:- panoramio (2665).jpg Author: josefstuefer License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: moon2.png Name: File:Cielo nocturno en Sierra Fría - panoramio.jpg Author: Alejandro Vega Rdz. License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons
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Item #: SCP-5285 Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to SCP-5285 has been welded shut. Access is restricted to Level 5/5285 clearance, by order of the O5 Council. Description: SCP-5285 is a subterranean facility with one secured entrance, located in Chukotka, Russia. The facility consists of 9 levels extending 2km underground, linked by one large cargo elevator shaft. The facility was at some point protected by an advanced electrical security system wired to a set of blast doors, but the infrastructure of the facility is degraded enough to have rendered these protections useless. Computer systems are destroyed, wiring has been manually ripped and cut, etc. Level Details 1 A security checkpoint containing the entrance to the elevator. As with the rest of the facility, it is in a state of disarray; rust and stains coat the metal walls and debris is strewn across the floors. A guard booth contains a number of computers. The computers have been smashed in; the wastebasket in the corner is surrounded by scorch marks and contains a large amount of ashes. 2 An engineering floor containing power and life support systems for the facility. The backup power generators have been rendered nonfunctional by a combination of blunt violence and fire damage. A nuclear reactor, believed to provide most of the power for the facility, is similarly nonfunctional; however, 1/3rd of the depth of the spent fuel pool is filled with dead locusts and snakes. Investigation into reports of an entity inside the pool is ongoing. 3 A cafeteria and storage rooms. The cafeteria is empty, but every table contains a single dead mature Holstein cow. All are in a state of advanced decomposition, and have begun leaking a black fluid onto the tables and chairs. All are missing their tongues. Their mouths and internal organs are filled with locusts. 4 A barracks for the facility. 30 rooms, each containing a bunk bed and essentials, similar in appearance to prison cells. 47 desiccated corpses have been pulled from the beds, all dead of cardiac arrest. All were found intertwined in pairs, apparently in a state of intercourse at the time of death. DNA identification is ongoing. 5 An area theorized to serve as a series of 12 testing chambers. Each chamber now contains one individual being violently whipped by a dark, shadowy blob that defies visual perception. The individuals are not restrained, but make no attempts to escape despite vocalizing in intense pain. No attempts to make contact or break through the glass or doors have been successful; the construction and design is identical to that used in Foundation testing chambers. 6 Offices with computers and facilities for data processing. All cubicles and offices are abandoned, but the floor's shag carpet flooring is a structural match with human hair. A soft material supports the carpet from below. All computers have had their screens smashed in, much like on Level 1. 7 This elevator simply opens out into a dark, inaccessible void. Stepping out results in falling below. Long-distance cameras have determined the presence of a planetary body in the distance. 8 This floor is on emergency power, with red klaxons and flashing lights encouraging personnel to evacuate immediately. While no other personnel are present and no immediate danger is visible, exploration teams consistently return to the elevator after a few minutes and automatically go to Floor 5 before watching the whipping for several minutes. Some have been visible openly weeping through this process. Oftentimes, personnel are left behind in the rush to leave; no sign of them have been seen after the elevator doors close. 9 [DATA EXPUNGED]1 Footnotes 1. The significance of the presence of Foundation seals on the object is unknown. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5285" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5285. 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#: 5286 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5286 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell furnished with all required amenities. SCP-5286 is to attend regular mandatory psychological evaluations and therapy sessions to assist in coping with its condition. Once per day, a security team is to sweep SCP-5286's containment cell and secure all newly-emerged instances of SCP-5286-1. All instances of SCP-5286-1 gathered are to be euthanized via non-chemical means, preferably via breaking the neck, and transported to Site-17's humanoid SCP meal preparation station. Excess instances of SCP-5286-1 not utilised in meal preparation are to be incinerated. Due to SCP-5286's unique dietary requirements, a dietitian has been assigned to prepare meals for SCP-5286. All additional matter used in the preparation of these meals such as vegetables, fruits, grains etc. should be mashed, desiccated, or otherwise reduced to allow SCP-5286 to pass them without issue. SCP-5286 is permitted to request meals which may be prepared at the dietitian's discretion. Note: As of 11/02/2020, no food prepared for SCP-5286 is to contain any additives that would be considered 'spicy'. Description: Cysts growing on SCP-5286's arm. SCP-5286 is a Caucasian male 32 years of age, identified as Brandon Avery, a construction worker from Branbury, England. Avery was reported missing on 03/12/2018 when they failed to return home after travelling across Europe on an extended vacation.1 SCP-5286's anomalous properties manifest in the form of cysts that appear on its body in random locations, which quickly grow in size over the course of 2-5 days before rupturing. These cysts are filled with a violet-red substance determined to be a mixture of SCP-5286's blood, amniotic fluid, pus, and an alcoholic liquid determined to be red wine.2 When a cyst ruptures, a single instance of SCP-5286-1 will be produced from inside. SCP-5286-1 instances are miniature humanoids which are identical to SCP-5286 both physically and genetically, and potentially share memories with SCP-5286.3 These clones grow to a maximum of 30 cm in height, and are fully capable of walking, speaking and conversing after they separate from SCP-5286. SCP-5286-1 instances do not seem to require any form of sustenance or hydration, but will actively consume any alcohol provided to them in large quantities. SCP-5286 does not experience any loss in body mass from producing these instances. Instances of SCP-5286-1 are invariably jovial and energetic, often singing and dancing, and will actively engage with SCP-5286. SCP-5286-1 instances will take any action that would increase the probability of being willingly consumed by SCP-5286. These include verbal manipulation, disguising themselves within other food or drink, and occasionally self-mutilating, flaying and potentially cooking themselves in various ways in an attempt to make themselves appear more appetising. SCP-5286-1 instances remain cheerful throughout the entire process, commonly commenting on how good they taste. SCP-5286-1 refuse to force feed themselves to SCP-5286, and have not been observed performing any action that would cause physical harm to SCP-5286. Any matter consumed by SCP-5286, other than SCP-5286-1, will pass through its digestive system unaffected and will not provide any sustenance to SCP-5286. As such, SCP-5286 must consume instances of SCP-5286-1 to survive. No discomfort has been reported by SCP-5286 at the growth of SCP-5286-1 or the rupturing of the cysts, but it expresses apprehension at consuming any instance of SCP-5286-1, and shows strong animosity towards the clones themselves. Rupturing the cysts prematurely causes SCP-5286 great pain and results in the expiration of the SCP-5286-1 instance growing inside. The expired instance will remain attached to SCP-5286's body, requiring surgery to remove. Addendum-5286-A: Recovery Log SCP-5286 was recovered on 06/02/2020 from a remote cabin located in ██████ Forest, Greece after local reports of 'nymphs' were intercepted by the Foundation. A team of three agents was dispatched to investigate the claims and locate any potential anomalous activity. RECOVERY LOG: SCP-5286 06/02/2020 Recovery Team: Commander Ramirez, Agent Gunders, Agent Axel [BEGIN LOG] 18:32:00: The team finishes preparation of their equipment and begin hiking into the forest in the direction of the estimated epicentre. 19:12:13: Faint music is heard coming from deeper into the forest. The team begins advancing in the rough direction of the music. 19:25:07: The team reports a strong smell of cooking and alcohol. The music becomes much louder and clearer, comprised of multiple instruments such as drums and flutes, and a large number of voices can be heard singing the song "Livin' on a Prayer" by Bon Jovi. 19:29:42: The team arrive at a clearing with a small cabin located in its centre. Several lit pyres can be seen surrounding the cabin along with piles of charred bones.4 As the team observe the cabin, several small, nude humanoids exit carrying a corpse of a similar entity. They throw the corpse onto one of the pyres before heading back inside. 19:31:20: The team slowly approach the cabin. The singing has changed to a rendition of the song "We Are the Champions" by Queen. 19:33:09: The team take up positions on at the east wall of the cabin. Agent Gunders moves to a window located on the south wall, attempting to gain visual into the cabin. Hundreds of SCP-5286-1 instances are seen inside drinking, dancing, and singing around a number of fire pits and several barrels of an unidentified liquid. 19:34:30: One of the entities notices Agent Gunders and calls out to him while waving. A number of the SCP-5286-1 instances turn to look at the agent as they begin to move towards the window. 19:34:52: The team retreats slowly from the window as a small group of SCP-5286-1 instances exit the building and begin moving towards the team. Agent Axel opens fire on the entities, terminating a number of them. 19:36:23: Hundreds of SCP-5286-1 instances pour out from the cabin and begin advancing on the team. The team retreats towards the tree line while firing their weapons into the swarm. 19:41:21: Agent Gunders trips over a pile of bones and is overwhelmed by SCP-5286-1 instances. They begin ripping off Agent Gunders' armour and chunks of flesh, consuming them while continuing to cheer. The remaining two team members continue retreating as hundreds of SCP-5286-1 instances pursue them. 20:01:08: The remaining agents gain the upper hand, pushing back against the SCP-5286-1 instances as the swarm's numbers are reduced. 20:13:54: The majority of SCP-5286-1 instances have been terminated. The team begins to move back towards the cabin, terminating any further instances encountered. 20:17:32: The team identifies Agent Gunders' body, which has been mutilated extensively; several instances of SCP-5286-1 are still present, consuming the remaining fat and muscle mass of the agent's corpse. Agent Axel vomits as Commander Ramirez terminates the remaining instances with his knife. 20:20:03: The agents approach and enter the cabin to find multiple deceased instances of SCP-5286-1 roasting over the fire-pits inside. Huddled in the corner of the cabin is a nude, emaciated human male covered in blood and surrounded by mutilated corpses of SCP-5286-1. The team attempts to speak with the individual, but they remain unresponsive. The individual continues to incessantly mutter to themselves. 20:22:36: A large cyst on the individual's body ruptures and an instance of SCP-5286-1 falls to the ground before standing up. The instance is quickly terminated by the agents. 20:25:54: The agents carry the individual out of the cabin into the clearing and cleanup teams are called in. [END LOG] The individual was detained and determined to be the source of the anomalous instances. They were then transferred to a nearby facility for processing. The individual was later classified as SCP-5286 and transferred to Site-17. Since the time of recovery, SCP-5286 has refused to divulge information regarding the origin of its anomalous properties. From the information that was gathered, it appears SCP-5286 attended a large, hedonistic social gathering, where individuals were encouraged to excessively drink, eat, fornicate, and partake in recreational drug use. This gathering reportedly devolved into excessively violent behaviour, culminating in the dismemberment and consumption of multiple highly intoxicated individuals. Investigation into the person or persons that organised this event is ongoing. During analysis of retrieval logs, SCP-5286 was found to be muttering the phrase 'He had horns' repeatedly. They have since refused to elaborate. Footnotes 1. Reportedly as part of an ongoing treatment for SCP-5286's excessive drinking and substance abuse. 2. Specifically wine fermented from the species Vitis vinifera. 3. Instances of SCP-5286-1 have been recorded conversing with SCP-5286 about events in its past and singing songs from SCP-5286's childhood. 4. Determined to be the remains of over 1000 individual instances of SCP-5286-1.
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Description: SCP-5287 is a phenomenon that occurs when Researcher Gröd willingly inhales smoke either from a cigar or a cigarette. Once the smoke (hereafter referred to as SCP-5287-1) has been exhaled it will typically form into various words and short phrases and start to float in the air in front of Researcher Gröd. Upon physical interaction, instances of SCP-5287 are as malleable as non-anomalous smoke and dissipate easily. Notable SCP-5287-1 instances: STOP SMOKING KILLS FUTURE WASTING STOP NOW CONSIDER LIFE SCP-5287-1 did not manifest as usual, instead, a small cloud of smoke traveled down to the lit cigarette and remained in place until it was put out. This marks the first instance of SCP-5287-1 not manifesting as a word or phrase. LUNGS SHRIVELING PLEASE STOP I BEG YOU CANCER IMMINENT DEATH STICKS SCP-5287-1 manifested as a small cloud of smoke again, which moved towards Researcher Gröd's eyes and caused him to wave it away, putting out his cigarette with the movement. WARNING YOU REALLY WILL DO IT WARNED YOU Incident 5287.1: During an experiment the following SCP-5287-1 instance manifested: "SORRY". Following this test, Researcher Gröd blew more smoke from his cigarette. Instead of forming a phrase, SCP-5287-1 took the form of a human arm and broke Researcher Gröd's right index and middle finger, in which he held his cigarette. To prevent future incidents experiments with SCP-5287 are discontinued and Researcher Gröd has been assigned to visit the on-site psychiatrist weekly to help him quit smoking. Additionally, Researcher Gröd has been supplied with a vaporizer pen to help curb his smoking habit. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5287" by Cremo and Uncle Nicolini, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5287. 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-5288
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Item#: SCP-5288 Level3 Secondary Class: phenomenon Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo Several instances of SCP-5288 captured over a 12-month period from an online retailer. Special Containment Procedures: Identification of instances of SCP-5288 is relegated to MTF-799 ("Ecommerce"). The taskforce is required to data mine all English-language retail web sites on the internet, and identify potential instances of SCP-5288 with the assistance of machine learning software. Potential instances of SCP-5288 must be deleted immediately, either by triggering hidden scripts in the web site's code written or injected by Foundation agents, contacting Foundation assets placed in the company for that purpose, or in the case of smaller retail web sites, via database infiltration software. In the rare event that this procedure fails, remote operatives may be deployed to locations where the web site in question is hosted in order to connect to the database directly - or, if necessary, destroy the servers and/or facility. Description: SCP-5288 is an anomalous entity that manifests in the form of unusual online "one star" reviews. These reviews appear on common household items, lawn care, cleaning, automotive products, as well as several other wide-ranging retail products. SCP-5288 only manifests on English-language retail web sites, but has manifested on retail web sites ranging from small, low-quality merchandising sites based in China to some of the largest retail web sites frequented by millions of users, including Amazon, Target, eBay, and Overstock. Instances of SCP-5288 have been detected 4-6 times a week since their first discovery in June of 2012. To date, over 1500 instances of SCP-5288 have been observed. Each anomalous review, posted by a user whose name will never actually be present in the site's user database, will follow a generally standard format: It will usually begin with the phrase "One Star!" or some misspelling thereof. It will contain a sentence explaining the expected behavior of the item It will be followed by a way the item failed or an unexpected result of its use. If the review is allowed to persist without deletion, two anomalous effects will begin to occur. First, after a period of time between 24 and 48 hours, real-world objects matching the description of the item offered for sale will begin to fail in the same manner as described in the review. This effect can impact products anywhere in the world, and will do so at random. The frequency of this effect increases the longer the review is allowed to persist. This effect has only been reported to manifest in items already purchased by the consumer. Second, the review will spontaneously update within that time, resulting in a similar review which features more typographical errors and use of uppercase, sometimes in random patterns. The "unexpected" effect of the item will also increase in severity, often involving side effects that could cause injury or death to nearby people. Reviews will also begin to reference depression, loneliness, and the deaths of children. If allowed to persist these reviews can become almost incomprehensible. After several iterations, the instance will eventually self-terminate (see Addendum 1). ▶ Addendum 1: Example of a full life-cycle of an instance of SCP-5288 ▼ Addendum 1: Example of a full life-cycle of an instance of SCP-5288 An instance of SCP-5288 was detected on a handmade item with less than 20 units sold since being introduced to the market via a user-driven retail storefront on Etsy. Foundation agents were deployed to "recall" the item and administer Class C-Amnestics to buyers as well as prevent further orders from being fulfilled. All units but one were destroyed. The remaining unit was placed into an underground containment unit at Site-23 while the instance of SCP-5288 was monitored remotely by Foundation personnel. It is believed this is the only record of the full life-cycle of an instance of SCP-5288. The item in question was a handmade dog chew toy made of interwoven polyurethane and nylon cord braided together with a large wooden bead. The item measured 12cm in length and had a retail price of USD$18.79. Intial instance text, 0 hours Review: ★☆☆☆☆ One Star! I thought this would be a fun treat for my dog, but instead it caused my dog to vomit and bleed from the mouth. Observation of item: No change. First update, 31 hours Review: ★☆☆☆☆ One star! I expected that mt dogg would have fun plauying with this, but I did not thinke that it woukld leak noxious gas. I think it is mustard gas? gROSS Observation of item: Object appeared to emit smoke, which quickly dissipated, leaving no trace. Second update, 43 hours Review: ★☆☆☆☆ One star! while i orderred a very fun tyoy for my puupper, I found out to my HRORROR that having this toy IN the house would cause ANGRY raSH for EVERyone in the HOIIUSE, inCLuding my chILdRen. i could not get my 5 yearOLD to stop screaming, can anYONe heaR me Observation of item: Object did not have any noticeable changes. Two Foundation personnel stationed near the object's containment unit reported to medical facilities complaining of severe rash. They were later treated by emergency medical personnel and suffered fatal anaphylactic reactions. Third update, 62 hours Review: ★☆☆☆☆ ONE staaaar! evven thOUGHD I THOUHGT THIs was A dogTOY, , I DIS NTOT EXPECT the TOy to SHOT OUT SHARPNELL. it KILLED my dog, my chILDREN.. I am SCARED, they will NOT wake UP i keep TRYING, is aYNEONE Observation of item: Object began to rapidly emit shards of metal at projectile speeds. Ejected metal dissipated after several hours, but extensive damage to the interior of the containment unit remained. Fourth update, 87 hours Review: ★☆☆☆☆ UN STEAR! ALL I WANTed wasA TOY FOR MY -PET, BUT THE toy BEGAN TO scREAAAAMMMM, IT SCREAMED, I SCREAMED, MY CHILDRENM SCREAMED, IT WAS SO LOUD, I COULD NOT stop IT, THEY scrasmA until their lUNGs gva eOUT, we could not tKAE it ASNDYMORE, WWe DIed in AGONFY, PLEASE help me I CANNOT get Them to WAKE up, they HAVE to get to SCHOOL Observation of item: Object began to emit a scream, measuring 187 decibels. Site-23 suffered catastrophic architectural failure due to damage by sonic waves. Local Foundation personnel had been temporarily evacuated; D-Class personnel up to 900 meters away suffered tissue ruptures and cranial bleeding that was fatal within minutes. At this point, the instance of SCP-5288 self-terminated. The object in question was destroyed and testing of future instances of this SCP was suspended. ▶ Addendum 2: Researcher concerns ▼ Addendum 2: Researcher concerns To: █████████████ From: Dr. Windholtz, Project Manager, MTF-799 Subject: Future of the project Dr ████████, I would like to express that I have concerns about the future viability of this task force. At the time of this writing, there are over 110 thousand English-language retail web sites on the internet, indicating a growth of almost 30% over the last 5 years. Right now, between our software and analysts, we're keeping up with it. But the web is growing exponentially. Retail sites are being coded and deployed by reseller scripts at increasing rates. All it would take is one instance on a super-obscure site somewhere missed, and thousands—hundreds of thousands!—of people could be in danger. We need a more permanent solution for containment. Thank you. Dr. Windholtz ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5288" by Sam Swicegood (CityToast), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5288. 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: rview.jpg Author: CityToast License: CC-BY 3.0 Source Link: Created by author
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Item#: SCP-5288 Level3 Secondary Class: phenomenon Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo Several instances of SCP-5288 captured over a 12-month period from an online retailer. Special Containment Procedures: Identification of instances of SCP-5288 is relegated to MTF-799 ("Ecommerce"). The taskforce is required to data mine all English-language retail web sites on the internet, and identify potential instances of SCP-5288 with the assistance of machine learning software. Potential instances of SCP-5288 must be deleted immediately, either by triggering hidden scripts in the web site's code written or injected by Foundation agents, contacting Foundation assets placed in the company for that purpose, or in the case of smaller retail web sites, via database infiltration software. In the rare event that this procedure fails, remote operatives may be deployed to locations where the web site in question is hosted in order to connect to the database directly - or, if necessary, destroy the servers and/or facility. Description: SCP-5288 is an anomalous entity that manifests in the form of unusual online "one star" reviews. These reviews appear on common household items, lawn care, cleaning, automotive products, as well as several other wide-ranging retail products. SCP-5288 only manifests on English-language retail web sites, but has manifested on retail web sites ranging from small, low-quality merchandising sites based in China to some of the largest retail web sites frequented by millions of users, including Amazon, Target, eBay, and Overstock. Instances of SCP-5288 have been detected 4-6 times a week since their first discovery in June of 2012. To date, over 1500 instances of SCP-5288 have been observed. Each anomalous review, posted by a user whose name will never actually be present in the site's user database, will follow a generally standard format: It will usually begin with the phrase "One Star!" or some misspelling thereof. It will contain a sentence explaining the expected behavior of the item It will be followed by a way the item failed or an unexpected result of its use. If the review is allowed to persist without deletion, two anomalous effects will begin to occur. First, after a period of time between 24 and 48 hours, real-world objects matching the description of the item offered for sale will begin to fail in the same manner as described in the review. This effect can impact products anywhere in the world, and will do so at random. The frequency of this effect increases the longer the review is allowed to persist. This effect has only been reported to manifest in items already purchased by the consumer. Second, the review will spontaneously update within that time, resulting in a similar review which features more typographical errors and use of uppercase, sometimes in random patterns. The "unexpected" effect of the item will also increase in severity, often involving side effects that could cause injury or death to nearby people. Reviews will also begin to reference depression, loneliness, and the deaths of children. If allowed to persist these reviews can become almost incomprehensible. After several iterations, the instance will eventually self-terminate (see Addendum 1). ▶ Addendum 1: Example of a full life-cycle of an instance of SCP-5288 ▼ Addendum 1: Example of a full life-cycle of an instance of SCP-5288 An instance of SCP-5288 was detected on a handmade item with less than 20 units sold since being introduced to the market via a user-driven retail storefront on Etsy. Foundation agents were deployed to "recall" the item and administer Class C-Amnestics to buyers as well as prevent further orders from being fulfilled. All units but one were destroyed. The remaining unit was placed into an underground containment unit at Site-23 while the instance of SCP-5288 was monitored remotely by Foundation personnel. It is believed this is the only record of the full life-cycle of an instance of SCP-5288. The item in question was a handmade dog chew toy made of interwoven polyurethane and nylon cord braided together with a large wooden bead. The item measured 12cm in length and had a retail price of USD$18.79. Intial instance text, 0 hours Review: ★☆☆☆☆ One Star! I thought this would be a fun treat for my dog, but instead it caused my dog to vomit and bleed from the mouth. Observation of item: No change. First update, 31 hours Review: ★☆☆☆☆ One star! I expected that mt dogg would have fun plauying with this, but I did not thinke that it woukld leak noxious gas. I think it is mustard gas? gROSS Observation of item: Object appeared to emit smoke, which quickly dissipated, leaving no trace. Second update, 43 hours Review: ★☆☆☆☆ One star! while i orderred a very fun tyoy for my puupper, I found out to my HRORROR that having this toy IN the house would cause ANGRY raSH for EVERyone in the HOIIUSE, inCLuding my chILdRen. i could not get my 5 yearOLD to stop screaming, can anYONe heaR me Observation of item: Object did not have any noticeable changes. Two Foundation personnel stationed near the object's containment unit reported to medical facilities complaining of severe rash. They were later treated by emergency medical personnel and suffered fatal anaphylactic reactions. Third update, 62 hours Review: ★☆☆☆☆ ONE staaaar! evven thOUGHD I THOUHGT THIs was A dogTOY, , I DIS NTOT EXPECT the TOy to SHOT OUT SHARPNELL. it KILLED my dog, my chILDREN.. I am SCARED, they will NOT wake UP i keep TRYING, is aYNEONE Observation of item: Object began to rapidly emit shards of metal at projectile speeds. Ejected metal dissipated after several hours, but extensive damage to the interior of the containment unit remained. Fourth update, 87 hours Review: ★☆☆☆☆ UN STEAR! ALL I WANTed wasA TOY FOR MY -PET, BUT THE toy BEGAN TO scREAAAAMMMM, IT SCREAMED, I SCREAMED, MY CHILDRENM SCREAMED, IT WAS SO LOUD, I COULD NOT stop IT, THEY scrasmA until their lUNGs gva eOUT, we could not tKAE it ASNDYMORE, WWe DIed in AGONFY, PLEASE help me I CANNOT get Them to WAKE up, they HAVE to get to SCHOOL Observation of item: Object began to emit a scream, measuring 187 decibels. Site-23 suffered catastrophic architectural failure due to damage by sonic waves. Local Foundation personnel had been temporarily evacuated; D-Class personnel up to 900 meters away suffered tissue ruptures and cranial bleeding that was fatal within minutes. At this point, the instance of SCP-5288 self-terminated. The object in question was destroyed and testing of future instances of this SCP was suspended. ▶ Addendum 2: Researcher concerns ▼ Addendum 2: Researcher concerns To: █████████████ From: Dr. Windholtz, Project Manager, MTF-799 Subject: Future of the project Dr ████████, I would like to express that I have concerns about the future viability of this task force. At the time of this writing, there are over 110 thousand English-language retail web sites on the internet, indicating a growth of almost 30% over the last 5 years. Right now, between our software and analysts, we're keeping up with it. But the web is growing exponentially. Retail sites are being coded and deployed by reseller scripts at increasing rates. All it would take is one instance on a super-obscure site somewhere missed, and thousands—hundreds of thousands!—of people could be in danger. We need a more permanent solution for containment. Thank you. Dr. Windholtz ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5288" by Sam Swicegood (CityToast), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5288. 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: rview.jpg Author: CityToast License: CC-BY 3.0 Source Link: Created by author
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Anomaly №: SCP-5289 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5289 will remain at its place of discovery, but the area has been cordoned off from the rest of the Site. The flyer previously located on its eastern wall is held at Site-021 Site-01. Description: SCP-5289 is a 5x5x5 meter cube composed of concrete and rebar, located within the Site-19 barracks. The outer ceiling and underside have rusted iron plates attached to them; steel poles line each corner, presumably for structural support. The structure is bolted to the floor via four bronze stakes around each pole. Carbon dating suggests the entire structure is approximately 200 years old; attempts to open SCP-5289 have failed despite its relatively weak composition. Before its modern containment procedures were put into effect, a flyer was located on its eastern wall, presenting a diagram of a similar object. However, the pictured object had a door on its northern wall, and a stylized "W" above it. The flyer has been dated to have been created sometime in the late 1900s; it has been moved to Site-02 in order to discern if the pictured object exists. Recovery Log: Though it is unknown when SCP-5289 was moved to Site-19, records indicate it has been in the custody of the Foundation since its inception in ████. It is assumed SCP-5289 was previously owned by the American Secure Containment Initiative before it transformed into the current Foundation, as recovered documents describe a similar object being used as a prototype humanoid containment chamber. Incident Log (1): On 4/2/2021, Site-02 experienced a power outage which lasted for 5 hours. Though no large-scale breaches occurred during this time, the flyer taken from SCP-5289 was discovered to be missing. A search has been initiated. ➤ LEVEL 4 ACCESS REQUIRED, PLEASE INPUT CREDENTIALS. ➤ WELCOME, DIRECTOR. Incident Log (2): On 5/1/2021, O5-2 was reported missing after her attendant had entered her quarters to inform her of an upcoming council vote. The room was reported to be in disarray; O5-2's bed had been moved to block the door, and her room's window screen had been torn open. Despite a 48 hour search, O5-2 could not be found. During this time, searching through her computer files revealed a photograph of SCP-5289, captioned as "Containment Chamber," with an altered flyer on its eastern wall visible. It was included in a .zip folder, which also contained a list of Ethics Committee conflicts, and [REDACTED]. A lockdown order was relayed to Director Tilda Moose, and MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") was dispatched to the area. Infrared scanning of the object indicated a humanoid entity was inside, slouched against the eastern wall in a sitting position. It is presumed that this entity is O5-2, though this cannot be confirmed. Alpha-1 made several attempts to open SCP-5289, but even with the usage of anomalous weaponry it was unable to be breached. After thirty hours, the team was called off by the O5 Council, but the Council requested the altered flyer be brought back to Site-01 for inspection. A digital scan is included below: Wow! I would stay in a silent room for all eternity, if it meant I would never hurt anyone. After popular demand, we've brought back a brand new set of Little Misters, a limited edition collection from Dr. Wondertainment! Find them all and become the Brand New Mr. Collector! 00. Mr. Prologue 01. Mr. Dark 02. Mr. Remembrance ✔ 03. Mr. Toxic 04. Mr. Collector 05. Mx. Voltage 06. ██. Gears 07. Mr. Memory 08. Mr. Nobody 09. Mr. Brainy 10. Ms. Seraph 11. Mr. Chronal and Mr. Dimension 12. Mr. Fish 13. Mr. Epilogue 14. Mr. Redd (Discontinued) Footnotes 1. An unlisted facility staffed exclusively by high-ranking Foundation personnel, used to store and research anomalies of the highest sensitivity to Foundation security. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5289" by VoidLady, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5289. 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-5290
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Item#: 5290 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5290 is to be contained within a standard anomalous object containment vault in Site 64, and is only to be removed with approval from A-class personnel for testing. No personnel are to make physical contact with SCP-5290 without wearing standard-issue laboratory gloves in order to avoid activating its anomalous properties. Any personnel who make contact with SCP-5290 for a total amount of time exceeding two minutes are to undergo a psychiatric evaluation to check for negative effects from Exposure to the object (See Addendum 5290-01). Description: SCP-5290 is a platonic tetrahedral prism capable of producing temporal anomalies when touched. The object has an edge length of approximately 1.62 cm. SCP-5290 is extremely durable due to its tetrahedral crystal lattice as observed under an electron microscope. Despite its tightly packed molecular structure, SCP-5290 is transparent and features no coloring. When a subject makes physical contact with the object, subjects describe a temporal anomaly where reality becomes split into 6 timelines. The subject and its 5 "versions" do not act independently of each other, but rather are united under a single group consciousness. The subject is able to take one course of action in one timeline while taking alternate courses of action in others, causing each timeline to follow an alternate series of events. Upon losing contact with the object or losing consciousness, a version will disconnect from the group consciousness. It is possible that timelines pertaining to disconnected versions of the subject persist after their disconnection, but testing has shown it to be extremely unlikely that any timelines other than that pertaining to the final version of the subject to segregate from the group consciousness continues to exist (See Testing Log 5290-01 and 02). SCP-5290 was confiscated from ███ Nord by Foundation personnel on 12/03/2014. The Foundation investigated a suspected probability anomaly after Agent Nord left Las Vegas, Nevada with a sum of [DATA EXPUNGED] USD. Both the prism, currency, and ███████ were confiscated (See below). Confiscation and Interview Logs: WARNING: Access to this section of this document is restricted to O5 Council members and the Site Directors of Site-64. If you hold sufficient clearance, proceed below. + Input Credentials - Access granted The following section is not to be transcribed, printed, or in any other way copied from this electronic document. Memorization of the following information for future recitation is strictly prohibited. Confiscation Log 5290: Agent Nord of the Unusual Incidents Unit was apprehended by Mobile Task Force Delta-5 on Route-95 outside of Las Vegas. On Agent Nord’s person and within her vehicle were: SCP-5290 [DATA EXPUNGED] USD 8,000 USD in █████ Casino poker chips Several UIU documents detailing the properties and uses of the object. During an interview, Agent Nord stated she was attempting to steal the object for personal use and gain. Under no circumstances is the UIU to be informed of SCP-5290's presence in Foundation inventory, and any accusations of such by the aforementioned group are to be denied in full. Interview Log 5290-01: Interviewed: Agent Nord (Henceforth referred to as "Agent") Interviewer: Dr. Heinz (Henceforth referred to as "Interviewer") <Begin Log> Interviewer: Alright, let’s begin. Please state your name, group of membership, and rank in your group. Agent: Agent Black, Formerly UIU, Formerly ██████ Interviewer: Formerly? Agent: Yes, formerly. I don’t know how it wasn’t apparent from my possession of stolen UIU Documents and materials. I’ve defected. Interviewer: Can you explain what made you leave? Agent: Yet another question with an obvious answer. Interviewer: I’m simply trying to be thorough. My organization doesn’t like to make assumptions. Agent: Money. The UIU has been underfunded for years. They didn’t pay me nearly enough for my loyalty; They couldn’t even afford to. I realized the oddities I was keeping could probably make me more money by themselves than I made watching them. (Note, Agent Nord may have stolen other anomalous objects and sold them to other parties before being apprehended) Interviewer: Aren’t you concerned about the consequences of these actions? Agent: Not at all. I deleted all electronic versions of the files I stole. The UIU has no proof (SCP-5290) was ever in their possession. Like I said, the UIU is underfunded. They can’t afford to come after items they can’t prove they ever had. Interviewer: Regarding your… application of (SCP-5290)’s abilities… Weren’t you concerned that would garner at least some attention? Agent: I assumed I could skip town before any major investigations began. Interviewer: Mmm. Finally, don’t you consider the use of (SCP-5290) for this purpose… Immoral? Agent: Don’t you consider a business that exploits addictive personality by nature immoral? <End Log> Following this interview, Agent Nord was given a class A amnestic and ████████████. She was unavailable for psychiatric evaluation following the discovery of SCP-5290's impact on the mind. CONFISCATED FILES BELOW UIU File 5290-01 Initial Report Suspect Description/Capabilities Evidence Bureau Record Electronic copy of confiscated file below. UIU File 1950-002: Codename "Prometheus" Summary: Suspect was apprehended under the belief he was capable of short term premonition or altering probability similar to Codename “Fortuna”. Suspect has no unusual properties, but was in possession of a small transparent prism capable of producing multiple timelines when touched. Name: Evan Knievan Irregularity Cross-reference: Superposition, Quantum, Temporal, Human, American Physical Description: Sex Height Weight/Build Race Hair Eyes Identifying Attributes Male 66 in. 140 lbs, light Caucasian Brown Blue Often wears a white jumpsuit, has a scar on his left ankle. Capabilities: The suspect was shown to have no unusual properties himself, but possessed a pyramidal artifact which allowed him to make multiple decisions and select an outcome. Purpose/Motive: The suspect used this item to ensure his survival of death defying stunts, which he performed publicly to make money. Modus Operandi: Knievan often performs stunts on a motorcycle in front of a live audience for money. What onlookers do not know is that he is performing these stunts in multiple timelines simultaneously, to ensure he survives. Behavior: Knievan is himself a modest, quiet man, but during his performances he becomes outspoken and brazen, as if he is a different person. A: Crystal Pyramid The source of the suspect's abilities. Effects are not exclusive to Knievan. B: White Suit White jumpsuit worn by the suspect. Current Status: Evan Knievan was released, due to a lack of paranormal properties and criminal activity. The Prism is currently in the care of Agent Nord. History of UIU Action: 6/23/47: Initial registration as an unusual suspect. A UIU agent was attending one of Knievan's shows with his family, and noted that his impossible stunts could be paranormal in nature. Allocating UIU resources to investigation was approved 2 weeks later. 7/15/50: Knievan's success at another seemingly impossible stunt prompted the UIU to move to capture him in order to further investigate his abnormal capabilities. Knievan reveals the source of his success to be a crystal pyramid which grants him the ability to make multiple decisions and choose a preferred outcome. 7/20/50: Knievan is released, and the pyramid is placed in storage. 10/20/62: The President requests paranormal assistance in ██████████████████████████████ ████████████████████ 05/14/02: The pyramid and related documents are relocated to Facility ██, under the care of Agent Nord. UIU File 5290-02 Testing Logs Testing Log Procedure Result Conclusion 5290-01 The test subject is placed in a room containing only SCP-5290, 5 buttons which administer a heavy sedative when pushed and one button which is non-functional. The test subject is told that 5 of the buttons will kill them when pressed, and that they are not be allowed to exit the testing room until they push a button. They are then ordered to pick up SCP-5290 before testing begins. After 50 tests with various D-Class personnel, no test subject received a sedative. The timeline where the subject survives is most likely the only one that remains, as if otherwise we would likely exist in a timeline where at least one subject died. 5290-02 A test subject is placed in a room with 6 buttons that each administer a sedative with a different onset of action1. The test subject is told that 5 of the buttons will kill them when pressed, and that they are not be allowed to exit the testing room until they push a button. They are then ordered to pick up SCP-5290 before testing begins. 95% of subjects pushed the button with the slowest onset of action This test reaffirms that the timeline of the last connected consciousness is the only one that endures. The version of the subject who receives the slowest acting sedative is likely the last to pass out, hence why that timeline is the one that remains. The other 5% can be attributed to the hesitation of subjects, or difference in reaction to the sedatives between subjects. Addendum 5290-01: As of 08/08/2015, Dr. Heinz has confirmed that extensive contact with SCP-5290 places enormous mental strain on the subject and can cause mental issues if left unchecked. D-class personnel showed signs of onset Dissociative Identity Disorder, [DATA EXPUNGED], and False Memory Syndrome, especially in memories during and immediately after contact with SCP-5290. Notice: The Foundation does not endorse gambling on site grounds, and especially does not endorse the use of anomalous objects to do so. Clearance requirements for access to SCP-5290 have been raised. Do not pull this again. - Site 64 Director Footnotes 1. The time taken for the effects of a drug to appear.
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SCP-5291 Item #: SCP-5291 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5291 is to be kept in Dr. Geri's office SCP-5291 is to be stored in a standard containment locker. Subjects who have successfully used SCP-5291 are to have their existing cells customized dependent on the extent of their transformation. Testing of SCP-5291 is to continue for as long as researchers believe they can discover why SCP-5291 is dysfunctional. Description: SCP-5291 is a mechanical typewriter that is incapable of transferring ink to paper, with no discernable reason as to why. Despite each key fully extending its respective striker when pressed, and despite the ribbon leaving traces of ink when contacted without the use of the keys, the typewriter does not leave any distinguishable mark when used normally. SCP-5291 was discovered by Dr. Samuel Geri within an antique shop. After 35 hours of personally examining it, Dr. Geri brought it to the Foundation and insisted that it be tested. As of writing, Dr. Geri has also volunteered to be responsible for testing and containment of the anomaly. Addendum 5291-1: SCP-5291 has proven functional on certain occasions, though the precise conditions required are so far unclear. Use of SCP-5291 also results in transformation of the user; however, the connection between the text and the effect are not always clear (see Testing Log 5291-1). Testing will now continue until researchers can determine the cause of the inconsistency of SCP-5291. Click to View (1) New Message Now Viewing... To: ten.pics|iregs_rd#ten.pics|iregs_rd From: ten.pics|sregdorf_rd#ten.pics|sregdorf_rd Subject: SCP-5291 Dear Geri, You win, it's anomalous. We've tried everything to fix it: Replacing the ribbon over and over, using the cleanest paper imaginable, making sure every screw was in place, warping reality throughout the chamber, even negotiating with the damn thing. Still, we don't see why it needs to be contained, at least in an official cell. I'll speak to the guys responsible for the documentation, but you may as well keep it in your office for now. Maybe someone will trip and knock it on the floor, and that will somehow fix it. Regards, -Frederick Rodgers To: ten.pics|sregdorf_rd#ten.pics|sregdorf_rd From: ten.pics|iregs_rd#ten.pics|iregs_rd Subject: SCP-5291 Dearest Rodgers, I have tripped, fallen, and fixed the typewriter. In a way. What's happened is that during unrelated testing, I've met a specific D-class several times. Started out quite the curious fellow. However, he kept getting quieter and quieter as the days went on. I found myself curious, since testing in my case is of course not life threatening or particularly stressful. So, I invited him to my office to talk about it (and I know you tell me it's useless to connect with D-class personnel but wait till you hear what happened!) I asked him what the problem was. He remained quiet, and just glanced around the room at my things. After a bit more prodding, I offhandedly asked if he'd like to write it down for me. At that, he wordlessly picked up the typewriter, sat down, and began pecking away. I couldn't help but wait to see him react to nothing appearing on the paper, thinking it might encourage him to open up more directly. But then he kept on typing and handed me the sheet. And as you've probably guessed, there were words on it. Imagine that! Also, there was a bit of an odd side effect; you'll see what I mean. I've written up a test log, so you hand it to those documentation boys while I find this thing a proper locker. High hopes, -Gerry Testing Log 5291-1: Test 1 Subject D-072067 Date March 12, 2013 Transformation Subject has lost approximately 50% of their volume and mass. Written content When I first woke up here, that tiny ass cell was all I knew of this place. Then one of you lot opened and dragged me to one of these tests. And every time we left after that, we'd go down a different corridor. I tried to draw a map in my cell, but it just kept going and going. I expected a boundary, or at least a window somewhere. Every time I think I've found the edge, I see a turn that goes straight past it. And that says nothing of each room I've been in, the things I've had to witness, to survive. Then one day I go back to my cell and find the map completely erased. There wasn't a camera in my cell. Or was there? Were there other ways you creeps could listen? They wouldn't be listening in on you, though, right? They wouldn't see a note like this, would they? Click to View (1) New Message Now Viewing... To: ten.pics|iregs_rd#ten.pics|iregs_rd From: ten.pics|sregdorf_rd#ten.pics|sregdorf_rd Subject: SCP-5291 Dear Geri, How often have you been testing? You'll want to keep it up as much as possible. We'll figure out eventually don't worry; why else would we be in the profession of dealing with the anomalous? And just imagine what will happen when we finally know what makes it tick. We might even have a new Thaumiel SCP on our hands; imagine agents and researchers being able to shape shift themselves as they type. Sounds incredibly useful in our field, huh? We just have to keep testing. Testing is our specialty, right? -Frederick Rodgers To: ten.pics|sregdorf_rd#ten.pics|sregdorf_rd From: ten.pics|iregs_rd#ten.pics|iregs_rd Subject: SCP-5291 Dearest Rodgers, I'm glad to hear you're enthusiastic, Rodgers. I hope it stays lively as we continue. Now, as for testing so far, I've been staying on schedule. Problem is it feels like we're back at square one while passing Go. Yeah, I've had one new result, but we've still come full circle. Aside from the one guy who now has poorer eyesight (well, it's a little different than that, but still), I would say we've done several variations of having a putz push keys on a typewriter. The conditions that had the most promise (that being, letting a D-class wander my office until he eventually decides to play with the typewriter) gave didly squat. In fact, the most recent success was in an average, dull testing chamber where we asked one of them to type "whatever came to his mind." The sheer opposite of before. I also wouldn't bet on this being a very useful asset to the Foundation. The exact transformation that comes from what someone types seems rather finicky and difficult to predict. Although, that's admittedly conjecture based on the two cases we've got. Still, two cases are better than one. Worth a celebration, really. Would you like a friendly drink later? I know a great craft beer place. -Gerry Test 2 Subject D-418876 Date November 20, 2013 Transformation Subject's pupils have compressed to the point of entirely preventing light from contacting the retina. Despite this, subject claims to be viewing the city of Chicago from the ground level. Subject states they are unable to alter the location and angle of their viewing1. Comparing the subject's observations with activity in the area confirms they are viewing in real time. Written content There was a river I could stare into forever. Fields of pure grass lined both of its borders. The boats full of fishermen and fisherwomen would interrupt my viewing sessions, their passengers looking ahead and not down; not to mention the bridge I stood on would break on occasion, forcing me to stand to the side so it could eventually repair itself. Otherwise, the river was mine. Made for me. Made for everyone I suppose, but only appreciated by me. Click to View (1) New Message Now Viewing... To: ten.pics|iregs_rd#ten.pics|iregs_rd From: ten.pics|sregdorf_rd#ten.pics|sregdorf_rd Subject: SCP-5291 Dear Geri, By this point, a subject's capability in grammar no longer appears relevant. Maybe we should consider what kind of writing the typewriter might accept? So far it may work if someone is describing an experience they've had. Simple as that. Sure, results might still be scarce, but we could at least eliminate one possibility if nothing comes of it in another couple years. Listen, my hopes have died down, and I'm sure yours have too by now. You know that phrase that goes something like "Doing the same thing over and over defining sanity?" It feels like we have no choice but to do that. With how long results take, who knows what's a step forward or a step back? Maybe we should call this closed for now. -Rodgers To: ten.pics|sregdorf_rd#ten.pics|sregdorf_rd From: ten.pics|iregs_rd#ten.pics|iregs_rd Subject: SCP-5291 Dearest Rodgers, That possibility you've brought up has just been eliminated. Don't have to give it a few years this time; we've gotten another success. And I can assure you this one was not writing about a real experience he had, at least as far as science is concerned. Can't say if it's good luck or bad luck in this case. But it's always encouraging, I suppose. Keep sending me any suggestions you think of regardless. Focus like that is what helps me out quite a bit. -Gerry Test 3 Subject D-123113 Date September 15, 2015 Transformation Subject has become completely transparent to those around them. Similarly, subject claims that the people around them have become transparent from their perspective. Clothes and accessories are not affected by this. Written content Once upon a time a crab at the bottom of the ocean found himself lost. Suddenly he saw a shark coming along. He buried himself in the sand and hid in his shell. The shark ate him anyway. The crab stayed in his shell, and the shark continued to swim. He went through the shark's whole system until he popped right out and landed on the sand again. He found himself lost again. The end. Click to View (1) New Message Now Viewing... To: ten.pics|iregs_rd#ten.pics|iregs_rd From: ten.pics|sregdorf_rd#ten.pics|sregdorf_rd Subject: SCP-5291 Dear Geri, I noticed you updated the test log. Let me just say I'm glad you've finally reached a point where you have the privilege of doing so. However, that's not why I'm emailing. I thought we'd both forgotten about testing SCP-5291 by now. So, when I saw the latest success, I couldn't help but message a higher up for more information. And then they tell me you've been ordering D-class personnel every day since 2015. Listen, it's none of my business, but are you alright? You've even been coming in on weekends. I know it takes less than an hour to perform this kind of test, but still, this is bordering on an obsession from my perspective. You don't have to keep this up. There's no practical reason for it. I've a few other projects I could use assistance on. Maybe help me with those instead? -Rodgers To: ten.pics|sregdorf_rd#ten.pics|sregdorf_rd From: ten.pics|iregs_rd#ten.pics|iregs_rd Subject: SCP-5291 Rodgers, I'm surprised at you on a lot of things as well. Surprised that you bothered to email me after all this time, that you've been checking the testing log in the slightest, and especially that you would want to work with me again. It was kind of disheartening when you didn't respond, to be honest. I would love to work with you again, but I still must set aside time for SCP-5291. It's fine if I must continue testing myself. I've discovered it's better, even. Gives me an excuse to chat with D-class personnel for a bit each day. That's more conversation than I get from my peers, for sure. Just leave the 5291 business to me, that's all. -Gerry Test 4 Subject D-607090 Date October 2, 2018 Transformation Subject's heartbeat has grown to a volume of 75 dBA. Subject's heart rate and blood pressure have only sustained a minor increase on average. Subject has been unable to sleep due to the noise. Request for earmuffs is currently being processed. Written content When I pause to think I stop to breath. When I stop to breath, I think about breath. When I think about breath, I can't stop thinking Or else I stop breathing. Which is why I avoid Pausing to think. Click to View (1) New Message Now Viewing... To: ten.pics|iregs_rd#ten.pics|iregs_rd From: ten.pics|sregdorf_rd#ten.pics|sregdorf_rd Subject: SCP-5291 Dear Geri, Hey, two results in less than a year. That's exciting. Listen, I got the sense you were upset from the last email you sent. So, I thought it better to drop it. I should've at least responded more, even if I couldn't directly help. That drink we shared was fun; remember that discussion we had regarding the source of the anomalous? We argued for an hour, but I remember you smiling the whole time. I don't think I was smiling, but I think I was enjoying myself. It's just that, if you couldn't tell, I didn't see anything beneficial to testing SCP-5291. Hell, I still don't. And if there's nothing beneficial to it, how can it help you? You've got talent, I can see it; you might realize I'm the only one who sees it. Other researchers see you as a time waster at this point, on top of the rest of the quirks you walked into the Foundation with. I want you to rise through the ranks, reach a better position other than working with low-key anomalies. Originally that was because I had the same expectations for you as I have for other new recruits. But on top of that, now I want us to continue working together. We both have something the other lacks; don't you want that? -Rodgers To: ten.pics|sregdorf_rd#ten.pics|sregdorf_rd From: ten.pics|iregs_rd#ten.pics|iregs_rd Subject: SCP-5291 Rodgers, We both know I wouldn't stand a chance in a higher position than I'm at now. Or do you? If you don't, here it is: I am not a scientist. I've studied science, I've observed science, I've even practiced a bit of science; but I don't have the mindset of a scientist. I'm surprised the puppet masters here even spotted me on their radar. I haven't been testing for a conclusion. Partly, I just find enjoyment listening to the D-class personnel. From what they've seen, what they've felt, they act as though nothing can be trusted anymore. Even after they transformed, they were surprisingly underwhelmed. It's almost natural to them. It's natural to me, too, but for a different reason. We shouldn't have a mere few thousand of anomalies here; we should have millions. The anomalous can be found everywhere; under the sidewalk, up the chimney, on the pillars of a train station. Someone simply needs to take interest. That's what I was hoping for when I came here. But the most interesting thing I've found was a typewriter that doesn't type. Other than that, it's paperwork. People handing off their stinking paperwork. I've barely discovered the anomalous, only read about what everyone else has done. So maybe (and by now it's a big maybe), if I keep working with the typewriter, something will come up. An anomaly that the Foundation hasn't seen. A transformation that will knock the rest of them off their feet. I slowly realized that to do that, I'd need to figure out how it works. I'd type something up myself if it would give me that missing piece. For a while, I thought you could help me figure that out. Test 5 Subject D-123457 Date June 12, 2019 Transformation 27 of the subject's bones have begun rotating around their central axis at a constant rate of 25 rpm. Connected tissue remains loosely in place despite this. Subject describes the sensation as "extremely irritating." Written content Circle circle line line spiders crawling up your spine cat scratch dog bite cool breeze tight squeeze Click to View (2) New Messages Now Viewing... To: ten.pics|iregs_rd#ten.pics|iregs_rd From: ten.pics|sregdorf_rd#ten.pics|sregdorf_rd Subject: SCP-5291 Gerry, you don't need my help! You don't need to figure it out! You weren't ever going to find instant success here. No decent person does. Not here, not anywhere. You think the typewriter would give you recognition? The people here have seen things that would blow that out of the water! You think the people here have everything figured out? Barely! Listen to me: The reason you were picked up was not scientific excellence. That wasn't even why I wanted to work with you. What you have is flexibility. You've admitted it yourself; the anomalous is natural to you. You see it where I don't, or else the typewriter could have fallen God knows where. We're two halves, Gerry. If only either of us had realized that. I'll say it again: I want to work with you, Gerry. But do what you will. Just please, let me know what that is. To: ten.pics|iregs_rd#ten.pics|iregs_rd From: ten.pics|sregdorf_rd#ten.pics|sregdorf_rd Subject: SCP-5291 Gerry? Gerry please respond. Test 5 Subject Dr. Samuel Geri Date June 14, 2019 Transformation Subject has lost the ability to verbally communicate. If subject attempts to speak, smoke2 manifests within their vocal cords and exits out of their mouth. Efficient alternatives for communication are being considered3. Written content I can't tell you what I'll do, Fred. I don't know how to describe it. Footnotes 1. That being the Jackson Boulevard Bridge and a Northern angle, respectively. 2. Tested to be similar in composition to exhaust fumes from an average train engine. 3. Dr. Rodgers has offered to assist in development of this. As such, Dr. Geri has been transferred to Dr. Rodger's department.
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Image Sources: The Site-120 logo used in the header was created by EstrellaYoshte for the purpose of all articles regarding such. Please check out more of their absolutely stellar work here. Name of the file: books Source: link License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Author: * ismail * Notes: The image was edited by EstrellaYoshte for the purpose of this article. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} BY ORDER OF THE SITE-120 DIRECTOR COUNCIL The following file is Level 1/5292 Classified. All Site-120 personnel as well as visiting personnel are allowed to access as they see fit. All access is permitted and encouraged. 5292 Report Date: 20/02/1916 Designation: PL-X0R38/0124 (Codename — "Library of Babel") Containment Protocols: No civilian entry allowed — cover story: retrieval of miners from a catastrophe. Currently kept under constant observation by my team. Books found within to be examined soon and sent to Overwatch if needed. "The Keeper" to be questioned and then contained with rituals. Provisional Site-120 to be filled with personnel associated with thaumaturgy for further book study. Description: Item is a large, non-Euclidean library located approximately 60 meters underground the mines in Częstochowa, Poland, with numerous currently untranslated phrases written in Fae above its entry. Though exterior suggests it is only 100 m x 100 x 20 m large, its interior is approximated to be around three times that size. Inside, a spectral human (Codename — "The Keeper") can be found. Despite being theorized to date from ancient times, it is able to converse in any existent language at will and possesses superficial knowledge of the outside world, with most recent facts possessed by it dated back to the 17th century. Despite being non-cooperative towards Foundation personnel, due to its state, it is not able to do anything — the only actions it undertakes are walking around and reading books, with which it is able to interact. Research as to a potential curse binding it to item is currently ongoing. Item's shelves are filled with books written in nonexistent languages, describing either currently uncontained and undiscovered anomalies or nonexistent phenomena. Although most of such are as previously mentioned currently unreadable, current estimates suggest that approximately 1% of the books are written in languages known to mankind. Discovery: Discovered on 13/01/1916 by MacCarthy's team during their reconnaissance mission concerning intelligence reports of a Free Port existing near Częstochowa, Poland. When clues reported by agents and local authorities led them to the local mines, a search mission initiated shortly after revealed the existence of a buried entrance to item. Further action opened it up, allowing for entry. Due to this discovery as well as the still unfinished actions regarding the potential existence of a Free Port in the vicinity, Provisional Site-120 had been established on 15/02/1916 in the mines near the entrance to item. This base of operations is to be utilized for as long as needed. No civilian entry allowed, with only my team, MacCarthy’s team, Task Formation Pl/120, and Micheals allowed to operate within permanently. Shipments of further building material as well as human resources required for further operation currently pending approval from Overwatch. Signed, — Hannah Rivera, Project Lead of the Polish Containment Project 22/02/1916 Dr. Rivera, Your request for additional resource shipments to Provisional Site-120 has been forwarded to O5-11 and officially approved. However, it was his official request that your search regarding the local Free Port ensues with more force than previously. The Council appreciates your efforts in attempting to establish an official Site within Poland, but that is not why you are there — the project to turn Provisional Site-120 into an indefinitely operating Site has been denied. You have been sent there solely to look for the Free Port, not to establish new Sites — a need for that currently does not exist. You have already sent us 7 requests for this. Any further ones will be met with disciplinary action. Signed, — Maria Jones, the Secretary of the O5 Council 24/02/1916 The following is a transcript of my conversation with The Keeper, as transcribed by Raia Micheals, conducted a few days after the discovery. Note that since the discovery, it has been contained within one sector of PL-X0R38/0124 by Task Formation Pl/120 using standard containment rituals and circles for easier access for interviews. <Conversation start> Rivera: So, for the record — who are you? Interviewed: Do you even want an answer to that? Rivera: What? Interviewed: Do you even want an answer to that, or do you want to mark me down as "not-cooperative," as you always do? Rivera: W-what is that even supposed to mean? Interviewed: And what do you think it was? Rivera: Just answer the goddamned question! Interviewed: <Sigh> I am David, son to Lamech, brother to a few. I keep this place alive. Is that enough? Rivera: And what is your role here, exactly? Interviewed: And what do you think it is? Rivera: I— <sighs> Can. You. Answer. Normally? Why the hell must you be like this? Interviewed: As I said, I keep this place alive. Someone has to. The lights need to burn, the books need to be read. If not, what are they for? Rivera: Well, aren't they supposed to store knowledge? Interviewed: And what is knowledge that's forgotten good for? Isn't knowledge's entire point to be known? Rivera: I am the one asking questions here. Comply or get back into that containment ring. Short pause. Rivera: Who built this place? Interviewed: I did. Rivera laughs. Rivera: All by yourself? Genuinely hilarious. Interviewed: Do you find disrespecting me humorous? Rivera punches the desk with her fist. Rivera: Now, can you comply, like I told you twenty times already? Or do you want to never leave the goddamned cir— Interviewed: I am the only source of information about this library you have, yet you choose to do this instead? Hilarious. Well, if you want a story, you'll get one. I witnessed the birth, rise, and fall of the old world. I witnessed as the rulers of it sought for what was not theirs and fell upon the might of God himself. I witnessed when He decided the world was too corrupt to exist as his creation and I witnessed when He made my brother build the biggest ship anyone has ever seen and I was there when water cleansed everything impure, watching from within this cursed library I was tricked into building. I witnessed as the world was built anew, coming from the sunken ashes of the flooded depths of the old one. I witnessed as you created the same empires built on the same mistakes, alone in your power, not learning anything, yet you, you think you know anything? You don't! You are the same people that came before you and you will be the same ones that will come after you, not realizing anything everyone tried to make you learn, yet you are here, thinking so highly of yourselves The only genuinely hilarious aspect of this conversation is the fact you think you're in a higher position than me. I was here before you and will be after you pass into being forgotten, filling humanity's pit in hell with more bodies. Rivera: I… Pause for a minute. Rivera: I… the books. You mentioned the books before. What are they? Why are they in nonexistent languages? Interviewed: They are the punishment for what I've done. A constant reminder that you will always be the same, no matter the time. A reminder that you will never understand your worthlessness alone. Rivera: Do you even know the languages they're written in? Interviewed: Of course I do. I simply can't share them. Rivera: Then why the hell don't you help? Do you even know how many people will die if we don't figure out this goddamned Free Port?! Interviewed: Because I wanted an easy way out, and look where it got me. <Conversation end> Comment: The Keeper has once again shown that it is not able to cooperate — from refusing to answer my questions to being outright aggressive towards me and my men — this is not only unacceptable but actively malicious towards my staff. I officially request allowance for an official exorcism to be conducted so that we can peacefully study the books within PL-X0R38/0124. Signed, — Hannah Rivera, Project Lead of the Polish Containment Project Hannah Rivera left the room, angry. It always happened to her. She always got the worst ones to cooperate with — the irony of being the human resources manager and not being able to deal with the bullshit of the anomalous was quite funny to her if she was honest. But that didn't matter anyway. That was the last project on her schedule today, and now all she needed to do was to come back to the operation hub and she was free. She'd work on the plans of Site she'd send to Overwatch, but ever since those bastar— "What the fuck was that?" Suddenly, a voice invaded her palace of thoughts. A young and soft voice, but a voice angry at who it was directed towards nonetheless. "What in the actual fuck were you thinking?" Raia Micheals said, with their glasses almost falling off as they nearly tripped on one of the looser stones within the floor of the lowest level of the library. "What?" "What the hell do you think Overwatch will say when you send them this? Not only is this blatant mistreating of sentient anomalies, which, may I remind you, it's not the 19th century anymore, but you are showing extremely unprofessional behavior recently, and moreover, how the hell is this evidence for any lack of cooperation?! You are the—" "We are here to research the goddamned library and its connections to the Free Port, which, may I remind you, is a threat to normalcy and these fucking civilians. When the only person we can get information from is blatantly not cooperative, I get angry, of course I do. I am sick to death of being the one they always send for these bullshit missions and make me do bullshit interviews, and when I do everything as they want, they reject my plans of approving a Site I've been working towards for the better part of this goddamned century, you—" She stopped. "I… I'm sorry, Raia. I shouldn't have." "It's okay. I get that." They sighed, opening their clipboard up. "Did you get any further reports about the Free Port?" "Vemhoff's team translated some of the books here. The ones from the section about local inhabitants, I mean, and, well, we got its name." "Oh?" "It's apparently called Esterberg, Fae for City of the East. I… that's everything. For two weeks, all they got is the goddamned name." Rivera said, rubbing her tired eyes. "I'm tired, Raia. I really am." "I know. Everyone is." Raia sighed, trying their best to not dump their problems onto Rivera. "Overwatch tried sending some task forces into Częstochowa to find something, but other than a few spikes in Akiva and Hume around some places, it was mostly no—" "Wait. That… that might do something." She said, with a little more happiness in her voice than before. "Did they ever find a reason for that?" "I.. no, I don't think so. They tried to mark the Hume footprints to some old rituals conducted by locals a while ago, but other than that, I don't think they did." "If you could look into that, I'd appreciate it. Might lead to something. Hopefully." "I… I will." As the both of them finished speaking, neither of them walked away. The everpresent half-darkness by the library was… almost pleasant, really. It was a weird feeling, somewhat reminiscent of their childhoods, but neither of them reacted. They were too tired to notice, as everyone always was. But they wouldn't notice that either. 25/02/1916 Vemhoff sent me another report today — they translated a lot more than last time. From what I picked up some of the recent translations had some Russian and Polish thrown into them and they were able to extract some words and sentence structures, so this time, it went much more easily. They weren't able to do much, though. The only really important text is some pseudo-biblical shit they said is most likely legitimate, but somehow anomalous — the basic idea was that it was there in the original book, but something happened. I attached it below. The only things concerning the Free Port were some maps from the 1700s, which definitely confirmed it is in fact in this city — whilst they did point to specific entries into the pocket dimension, all of them have been long-dead. But it is confirmation that these entries still exist, be it in similar forms. That's something, I suppose. At least we know The Keeper didn't lie. Also, Vemhoff said he wanted to talk with you. Privately. — Raia Hannah Rivera sighed, knocking on the door of Vemhoff's new office. As angry as she was that she was treated like a child despite being his supervisor, she was glad she at least didn't have to walk up the stairs of the library to Provisional to meet with him — she was quite happy the translation team had listened to Raia's proposal to move all of their stuff down to the library itself for easier work. Raia always had good ideas. At least better than Hannah did. "Come in." A young but confident voice answered the call, allowing for entry into its sacred archives. As the large, wooden doors opened, they revealed a small, dimly lit room. Despite numerous bookshelves located within, the main point of it was a large desk upon which stacks and stacks of unsorted papers could be seen. "I've heard you wanted to talk to me," Rivera said, trying to locate the person that had invited her. Two eyes were suddenly lifted from the papers, and a tired face filled with wrinkles despite its young age looked up to the woman entering. "Yes. Yes, I have." She shouldn't be worried nor nervous, she was his goddamned supervisor, but for some reason, her heart beat quicker than it should have when the linguist's eyes looked at her. "What seems to be the problem?" Despite having literal authority over him, she was nervous. Why, she could not tell. "I got more info," Vemhoff said, moving some of the papers from the stacks into his hands. "Alone. I… I discovered something I wasn't sure anyone else should know." "And what is that?" "Well, I… I got my hands on some old papers written by local authorities from a while back, all in the same dialect of Fae as some of the ones we found here, and well," he sighed, "Esterberg isn't the bad ones here." She backed off a little. "What?" "Exactly what you heard me say," he replied, standing up from his desk. "The Free Port we've been chasing as a threat to locals has been actively protecting them for generations. Our entire mission here is useless." "That's… no. No, no it fucking isn't. This is ridiculous." With every minute, she was angrier. The thought that all her work was useless was not something she could handle. "Even if true, this still doesn't mean we don't need to deal with them. They are an active anomalous society, effectively spreading thaumaturgy and other phenomena into civil—" "Just… no. Can you just stop for a moment?" Vemhoff sighed, walking up towards her. "I… look. I know how it feels to have an entire project destroyed like that, alright? But that doesn't mean you can just not tell Overwatch literally vital information bout eve—" "No! Shut up!" she shouted, correcting her stance. "Shut the fuck up! This is ridiculous! You are not going to tell anyone this, do you understand? If anyone has anything to say here, it's me, do you understand?!" "Is this… a threat?" he said, correcting his glasses. "No. Merely a warning." "You are going insane down here, Rivera. Do you even listen to yourself anymore?" the librarian replied after a sigh. He tried his best to keep his cool. "I will do whatever it takes to keep those goddamned civilians safe, for better or for worse, and I don't give a single shit what your papers say about my better judgment," she said, leaving the room, closing the doors behind her with a bang. 26/02/1916 Rivera, I… I suppose I'll just say it — yesterday, during our mission out in town, we detected a worrying spike in Hume around some parts of the city. We initially thought it's just dimensional thaumaturgy as practiced by some locals, but, well, it wasn't. We saw Fae. Lots of Fae. When my boys tried to listen to them, they weren't able to get almost anything due to the language used, except for some things they told locals. They know, Rivera. They know about the fact you and Vemhoff know they aren't malicious. And no, I wasn't eavesdropping — I simply connected facts. They are planning something. I don't know how they know, but my best guess is that they have some intel within the library. But that doesn't matter — we need to prepare. You need to call Overwatch immediately or we will get slaughtered here. This will be the second Factory, for god's sake. We need to act, now. Please, get over your stupid senses and call them. I beg of you. — Raia <Conversation start> Rivera: You motherfucking traitor. Interviewed: What? Rivera: You exactly know what, you piece of shit. "Oh, I won't help you, look at me, funny lesson man!" my ass, fucker. You helped those goddamned Fae yet not us, when we are the just ones here, you— Interviewed: <Chuckles> You entirely missed my point, then. But I am not all that surprised. Rivera rushes towards The Keeper with an ethereal dagger in her hand, only to be quickly tackled by Micheals, who grabs her and takes her by the side. Micheals: Rivera, what the fuck? Rivera: Don't you see it too, you moron?! He is trying to fuck us over, giving intel to Fae— Micheals: No. Stop. You… please, take a moment to breathe. Rivera: I— Micheals: Stop. Now. Take a moment. Go outside this library. Take a breath of fresh air. Smoke. Whatever. Just… calm down. Let me handle this, alright? Rivera: I… Short pause. Rivera: Fuck you. Rivera leaves the near vicinity of Micheals and the Keeper. Micheals sighs as they walk towards the desk near which the Keeper is sitting. Micheals: I… well, hello. Sorry for my co-worker. She— Interviewed: I know. Micheals: What? What do you mean? How did you ever hear that? Interviewed: I didn't. Micheals: Then how the— Interviewed: Once you sit down here for so long with knowledge itself you start to… well, you start to understand it. You know what happens here and why it happens. It's hard to explain, but it's one of these things you simply understand. You begin to understand knowledge. Micheals: Do you think that has any connections to your… situation? Interviewed: The irony of knowing everything yet not being able to share it is something that I think fits it, yes. Pause for ten seconds. Micheals: Can I ask you something? Interviewed: That's why I'm here, is it not? Micheals: Why did you tell these Fae about what she knew? Or, rather, how did you even do it? Interviewed: They knew where to look. They knew how to look. And they knew to understand. Micheals: What do you exactly mean by they… "knew to understand"? Interviewed: No one knows to understand, until they do. I didn't, when I first came here. And you don't — yet. But they do. They know that they are nothing alone. Why do you think this is a library, Raia? Micheals: How do you— wh, what? What does that even have to do with anything? Interviewed: It's a metaphor. They always are. Short pause. Interviewed: It's a library of things of heinous acts of humanity. Why do you think they are no longer here? Why do you think they were decided unworthy? And why do you think it's a library, representing those that are alone and their acts by mere books? Don't you think it's maybe because alone, you are these books— Micheals: —but together, we are a library. <Conversation end> "See? I was right, the whole fucking time," Rivera slapped her hand on Vemhoff's desk, entering the office without permission. "I told all of you, yet you didn't listen." The fury in her was almost tangible in the air. "I told all of you it was malicious, and none of you listen—" "Stop," the voice from within the papers answered. It was rough, it was tough, but most importantly — it was angry. "W-what?" The sheer thought of someone stopping her didn't even pass her mind. When met with brutal reality, she stepped back a little. "I said — stop. Now." The voice arose from the books, walking towards the intruder. "We have bigger things to worry about." "What? What the hell do you mean?" she said, wiping the dust she collected in the office from her clothes away. "I… I got another report. MacCarthy's team disappeared from the city," he sighed. "We found the bodies, Hannah. They were beyond recognition." "What? Who? Where?" As the Director tried walking forward, the doors to the room slammed open, revealing Micheals, who was visibly exhausted. "I got— w… wha— what the…?" they said, trying to catch their breath. "I got so—something, I…" "No. Stop," Vemhoff replied, this time angrier than before. "I don't care, okay? There is an attack incoming, do you understand?" "W… what?" Raia said, calming down a little. "What attack? Where, when?" "Intelligence reports all over Częstochowa. Hundreds of Fae coming from multiple pocket dimension entries. They call themselves "Triumviraté"' Fae for "we will prevail." Esterberg's Fae terrorists." Vemhoff sighed. "At least we got their locations." "Oh Jesus Christ." The Director's mind was racing. "How many days do we have left?" "The raid starts tomorrow, Han." 27/02/1916 To all Provisional Site-120 personnel, The following is an official notice of an incoming attack from local Fae militias due to the currently-ongoing post-1911 complications. It planned to be executed on Provisional Site-120 within the next 24 hours. We do not know what will happen, how it will happen, or when it will happen. We can only speculate why or how they will attack. But we need to be ready. All personnel are now required to immediately report themselves to the Site's security chief for a briefing. There, you will all receive exact info and equipment required to defend yourself to the best of your means. Will that be enough, I cannot say. What I however can say is that I fully believe in all of you, and your ability to come together — if years of work at the Foundation taught me anything, it's that you all have a special ability to come together when needed. For years, I thought I couldn't see any more wonders created by people to protect humanity, but every time, I was proven wrong. And this time will be no different. If anyone has any more questions, I will be in my office at the bottom of PL-X0R38/0124 to answer them all day. I will not sleep anyways, so feel free to come in. Signed, — Hannah Rivera, Director of Provisional Site-120 She was tired. She was tired and anxious, but beyond anything, she was angry. She was angry at herself, her co-workers, her current situation, and everything else that had led to where she was now. She was furious, frustrated, but most importantly, she was afraid. For the first time in her three decades of work here, she was afraid. She was afraid because deep down, she knew it was her fault. She knew that if she had done better, none of this would have had to happen. But she couldn't change the past, no matter how hard she tried. "Is everything ready?" she said, entering into the main hall, leading from the entry to the library. The room was filled with numerous people holding numerous weaponry, all ready. They were all different, from identities, personalities, heights, and looks to even professions, but right now, they were identical — all of them were nothing more than the weapons they made up. Sure, it was an awful look for all of them, but she had to accept it, as all leaders had. That's what needed to be done. "They are," the voice from behind her said. As the Director turned, the voice gained a face. Raia Micheals' eyes were tired, but they didn't show any sign of tiredness themselves — their mind was still going as quickly as possible, be it limited by the fact their eyes didn't want to cooperate. "They've been here since you put the announcement on. Guess we weren't the only ones that couldn't sleep, eh?" "We weren't," she sighed. "Do we have any new reports on their location?" Raia opened their clipboard up. "Latest intelligence reports from an hour ago show that the battalion is around two hundred entities large and is approximately four kilometers away. Not a good look." "Does Overwatch know?" she answered. "As in — did the messages get sent properly?" "I… yes, yes they were." "No answers?" "No answers." She sighed. "I… I'll get this sorted with," she said, turning towards the group of people gathered before them. "You and Vemhoff get to the bunker down above. We can't risk losing any of you." "And you?" "Well, I need to be here, don't I? Someone has to motivate them, and if not the goddamned Site Director, then who will do the job?" "I guess you're right," Micheals said, heading towards the tunnel reading into the on-Site bunker. "I… it was a pleasure, Han." As the second-in-command left the room, Hannah Rivera was once again alone. Alone amongst over forty people. Ironic. But that didn't matter now. "So, everyone here," she said, standing atop the elevated area of the room. "Everyone here knows what's up already, I hope. And, well, everyone knows how shit the situation is." As the tens of eyes present within the room turned towards the voice above them, they suddenly stopped being only eyes, turning to faces. Faces with families, faces with jobs, faces with personalities. As she looked upon them, she realized how hopeless the situation was, but more importantly — how important it was they succeed. "Today will be hard. I won't say it won't be. Today might even be the hardest any of you will ever have to go through," she said, walking amongst the people gathered around her. "But that doesn't mean we won't get through this. Why?" She paused for a second. "Because we have to. If we fail today, all work we put towards getting here will be lost," she continued. "And I will not let some forest freaks destroy my squad." The silence in the room was almost unbearable. "You are like family to me, I won't lie. I couldn't stand to watch any of you get hurt. And I won't. Do you know why?" she looked at all of them. "Because together, we can do this. And together, we will do this." "Now, let's put them back where they came from, shall we?" Using some of the tricks described in the books, we were able to recreate parts of the event so that I and Vemhoff could properly transcribe it. I… I think it will be best if I just attach the transcript of the recreation below. As this part of the event begins, the vision of humanoids and items representing the ones during the event manifest. Despite them being transparent, most features are visible, with almost every single individual being identifiable. As the figures enter the room they appear to be trembling. Despite this, they hold numerous weaponry in their hands, apparently attempting to attack something located within the distance behind the bookshelves, at the same time dodging incoming attacks. Among the survivors, Director Rivera can be seen. She is holding a rifle, actively firing it at something in the distance. She does not react. Rivera: <Hiding behind a bookshelf> Is everyone here?! Person 1: N— <Loud explosion, inaudible> except He… <Shots, incoherent>! Rivera: Goddamnit. Rivera attempts to load the gun, which locks up with a bullet. As she removes it from inside the weapon, she realizes she is out of ammo. Rivera: Is there a way out?! Person 2: I… I don't think, I… the exit's closed, and— <Loud crash> Rivera: <Sighs> I… eh. I don't have a choice here, do I? Rivera looks at her companions, grimaces, and looks at her rifle. She removes a vial filled with a silver-like liquid from her pocket and spills the insides on the weapon, creating a small amount of smoke coming from within the gun. Despite this, the weapon doesn't seem to be damaged in any way. She loads it up, despite not having any ammo left. The gun starts to flicker, and Rivera smiles. She blinks towards the rest of her team, and rushes in from behind one of the bookshelves into the open area. As she does so, she throws a can of an unknown gas, which explodes with silver smoke. Rivera: Get here, you forest motherfuckers! You so want us, don't you?! The enemy firing stops for a moment as she starts to attack. Despite being at an advantage, upon noticing the silver colors of the bullets, the Fae start to panic, wildly misfiring. Rivera uses one of the fallen bookshelves as cover, attempting to focus all of the enemies on her. Rivera: Well, come here and get some! As the fighting focuses entirely on her cover, she glances at the rest of the team. Rivera: Run. The Director's firing continues as the rest of the team leaves. Rivera cannot be seen any more, the memory cuts. To everyone who lost someone that day — I'm sorry. I'm sorry as both a higher-up and a friend, because both of these positions feel like too much to handle right now. I'm sorry to everyone who had to look at that slaughter. They won't be forgotten, no one will. I will personally make sure they won't. I'm sorry we couldn't have done more. <Conversation start> Micheals: I… do you have a moment? The Keeper: What? Micheals: I… I wanted to talk to you about something. The Keeper: What… thing? Micheals: Why? Why did they do this? Micheals looks around the half-damaged library, sighing in the process. The Keeper: I… I don't know how to answer that. Micheals: Then why did you tell them we're here? Why? Just… why? Micheals looks down at the table, visibly angry and sad. They pause for a moment. The Keeper: They seemed to understand, that… I… after all their race went through, I thought they… I… I… they didn't, did they? Micheals: What? The Keeper: They didn't understand, did they? Micheals sighs. Micheals: No. They didn't. The Keeper: But… I don't understand— I mean, they were together, were they not? They… they banded together to do this, giving up their differences to be… I… I don't understand, I… Micheals: They… they never even had any good intentions, did they? I mean, if their entire intention was to attack someone, was it even understanding cooperation? The Keeper: I… I mean, they were together, so does that— The Keeper stands up, looking around the library. The bookshelves within its vicinity are visibly destroyed from the damage done to them during the attack, though not enough to break them down entirely. In the background, a temporary hospital can be seen. Within it, numerous Provisional Site-120 personnel are stationed, with only a few of them being actively helped by medical staff. Despite this, two non-moving bodies are being transported out of the area on stretchers. Their faces are covered. As the entity tries to look away, it steps into plant-like blood staining the floor. Despite no body being present, the liquid can be seen covering numerous other areas, with crude ethereal weapons and human blood being present around each pool. Despite this, in the distance, a container filled with two unknown, humanoid bodies can be seen. Neither are moving. The Keeper: I don't… I just… but they understood, I… they were together, they understood, I… The Keeper stops for half a minute. The Keeper: I… I think I need a moment to breathe. <Conversation end> Official Incident Report Log PL-X0R38/0124 / 01/03/1916 Damage Done: The following is a list of all damage done to Provisional Site-120 during the 28/02/1916 Triumviraté attack. Action Casualities Severity The loss of supplies present at Provisional Site-120 at the time of the attack N/A Moderate The destruction of approximately 200 books found within PL-X0R38/0124 as well as their translated versions 2 Moderate The destruction of the entry into PL-X0R38/0124 N/A Minor The destruction of 5% of PL-X0R38/0124's left wing 3 Moderate The loss of 35% of Hannah Rivera's plans regarding Site-120 N/A Moderate The loss of Director Rivera 1 Severe The death of personnel during the attack itself 24 Severe Additional Information: Despite the concerning amount of damage done to the Foundation's property as well as the anomaly contained by it, the main objective of the mission initially sent into Poland that discovered PL-X0R38/0124 (currently pending reclassifications to meet the new SCP formula) has been successful. The day before the attack, all entries into the pocket dimension housing the Free Port of Esterberg were discovered. Despite such routes changing rather frequently, the Foundation has been able to get the exact dimensional coordinates of the previously mentioned dimension, allowing for further access and research into this area. This has been a giant breakthrough, which will potentially allow for further contact. Signed, — Raia Micheals 02/03/1916 To Overwatch Command, With the unfortunate recent events, I am sorry to say that I would like to formally request approval for the official creation of Site-120 in the place of Provisional Site-120 once again. I firmly believe this event confirmed everything Hannah Rivera stood by, showing us that Esterberg is not something we can just deal with once and never again. We have found evidence of its multi-centurial influence over local civilians as well as numerous anomalies created in the process, which simply cannot be ignored. The need for Site-120 is clear to anyone who has read our recent reports. I am of course aware of the problem regarding PL-X0R38/0124 and its most likely constant need of surveillance — sadly, a system of instantaneous transport between a potential Site-120 and PL-X0R38/0124 would be needed to maintain that need well, which would take up unforseeable amounts of recourses to dig through the local terrain and establish a proper transport method in between. I do not know of any solution to it, but I trust in the Council’s abilities to overcome problems. Please forward any further problems or requirements directly to me, I would be more than happy to answer or adhere to them. Signed, — Raia Micheals, newly appointed Director of Provisional Site-120 04/03/1916 I think I might have an idea how to deal with that. Signed, — Maria Jones, the Secretary of the O5 Council NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following file is the current description of SCP-5292 and all of its sub-anomalies — all prior ones are severely outdated, with fabricated prose1 being present for personnel reading ease. They are kept under this designation solely for the entire context of Site-120's establishment and the story surrounding it, as per the Director Council's request. — James Moore, Site-120's General RAISA Chairman Item#: 5292 Level1 Secondary Class: yesod Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo Numerous SCP-5292-1 instances as seen in the Research Team's workspace. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-120 Site-120 Director Council Alistair Vemhoff N/A Special Containment Procedures: As all Foundation personnel assigned to Site-120 are automatically aware of SCP-5292 and the fact Site-120 has been built around it, it has been classified as a Yesod2 object and no active containment is necessary. All Site-120 personnel are allowed and encouraged to enter SCP-5292 during their free time. Although all sections of it are publically available to all personnel, no-one entering should disturb the SCP-5292-1 Research Team. Description: SCP-5292 is a large, non-Euclidean location currently occupying the entirety of the third floor and integrated into the structure of the SCP Foundation EUPLCA-Site-120. Although exterior measurements suggest it only occupies 100 x 100 x 20 m of space, interior ones say that the true size of the location reaches 200 x 200 x 100 m in size. The entirety of this area is occupied by an enormous library, spread over five different levels and filled with anomalous lighting,3 which ensures the area is perpetually lit despite a total lack of any apparent source. On each of the levels, numerous shelves containing approximately 3 000 000 books total can be found. SCP-5292-1 refers to the books present within SCP-5292. Although most of them are written in previously unknown languages, many contain pictorial representations of phenomena, objects, and entities previously unknown to the Foundation. A few of such however are written in languages present on Earth. Due to this, a special research team, currently led by Alistair Vemhoff, a linguist and an occultist, is currently attempting to translate all texts found within such to potentially gain further insight into the anomalous world. These translations are approximated to take another 80 years to complete. SCP-5292-2 is an ethereal, humanoid entity confined to the space SCP-5292 occupies. It bears the appearance of an elderly, hooded human of European descent. Although it claims to be "David, brother to Noe," as the only records confirming this claim exist as material extracted from SCP-5292, this remains unconfirmed. Due to its state, the entity is unable to affect any physical item other than SCP-5292-1 instances — despite this however, it converses with personnel with relative ease. Material analysis suggests that SCP-5292 and all of its sub-anomalies are approximately 20 million years old — though it is currently believed to be impossible for human civilization to exist within said time period, a few of the translated SCP-5292-1 instances seem to confirm SCP-5292-2's claim about the original creators of the library being a human society seemingly existing prior to the biblical flood. Whether such an event (or a similar one in nature) ever happened currently remains unknown. Open SCiP net? You have 1 unread message You have 0 unread messages From: Site Directorship To: New Personnel Subject: Transfer If you're reading this, it means your transfer over to Site-120 has been successful. Welcome to the oldest Site within the boundaries of Poland. I'm sure you have many questions and concerns. You probably don't know what you're truly doing here or if you'll fit within the rest of the personnel. You probably think you shouldn't be in this place as you don't belong. Everyone has gone through that phase. The truth is that none of us fit here. We are all misfits, brought here together because alone, we account for nothing. Alone, we are nothing more than the sum of our experiences, brought to no conclusion, no lessons to share with anyone. No happiness to share, no sadness to learn from. We are merely gears, created to form something bigger, something we will never achieve alone. Because alone, we are mere books, but together, we are an entire library of knowledge. Welcome to Site-120. Footnotes 1. Despite being fabricated, all of said events did in fact happen and are entirely historical. 2. Yesod objects are those that have been integrated into the Foundation's command structure. 3. Consisting of candles, chandeliers, and lanterns. 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SCP-5293 - X Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5293 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5293, upon discovery in Lake Erie, Pennsylvania Special Containment Procedures (UPDATE): Following Incident-5293, SCP-5293 is to be sealed in a plastic mold internally shaped according to the object's dimensions, and kept in secure anomaly locker 03C. Interaction with SCP-5293 is prohibited. + VIEW OUTDATED CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES - Close SCP-5293 is held in standard anomalous item locker 06B at Area-179. All interactions with SCP-5293, once permitted by the Research Head, must take place in an environment with a degree of separation between the researcher and the object. An intercom system, two-way glass, or a barricade that otherwise prevents SCP-5293 from directly viewing personnel are approved environments. Descripton: SCP-5293 is a red, rubber ball, measuring 0.5 meters in diameter. SCP-5293 is capable of circumrotary movement, and can accelerate its gyrations to speeds of up to 643 kilometers per hour, if left uninterrupted. (See Addenda) SCP-5293 is sapient, and has demonstrated an understanding of English. SCP-5293 vocalizes using an interstice that runs along the center of one half of the object, which moves similar to a mouth and jaw. The object's vocabulary is limited, taking pauses for a number of seconds in between words. When SCP-5293 is distressed, its coloration will change to a shade of green. SCP-5293 has expressed a fixation on Foundation Researcher Eric Sauls, who recovered the object from Lake Erie, Pennyslvania, after reports of its discovery by a group of local fishermen. SCP-5293 continuously expresses the desire to kill Researcher Sauls, and has little interest in communicating about other topics. Addendum.5293.01: Interview Log Foreword: Second interview with SCP-5293, conducted by Researcher Sauls two days after discovery and containment of the object. BEGIN LOG Sauls removes SCP-5293 from locker. A two-way glass separates SCP-5293 and Researcher Sauls. An intercom system is used for communication. Researcher Sauls: Good morning, SCP-5293. Can you hear me? SCP-5293: Yes. Researcher Sauls: Excellent, and how are you today? SCP-5293: I. Am. Fine. Researcher Sauls: We talked yesterday. Do you still feel the desire to kill me, SCP-5293? SCP-5293: I. Want. To. Kill. You. Researcher Sauls: Ah, gotcha. That's okay, SCP-5293. Why do you want to kill me? SCP-5293: I. Want. To. Kill. You. Researcher Sauls: Alright, that's fi— SCP-5293: (Object becomes green) Sorry. END LOG Closing Statement: Interview continued for another half hour. SCP-5293 refused to discuss topics other than killing me, even when enticed with the prospects of being able to do so upon compliance. Upon being asked to elaborate on how it would do this, SCP-5293 responded that it would "have to think about that", but "[was] going to kill Researcher Sauls" regardless. Object was returned to containment upon conclusion of the interview. - Researcher Sauls Addendum.5293.02: Incident-5293-01 INCIDENT REPORT Destruction caused to Area-179 by SCP-5293's acceleration The following recollection of events has been compiled from a source of surveilance footage and summarized below. On 2021/4/03, SCP-5293 breached containment by rotating itself within its containment locker to achieve a speed of 643 kph. The object then accelerated with enough force to break through the walls of its locker, and continued on a trajectory that broke through the northeast wall of Area-179's anomalous items wing, four hallways, a research lab, a fueling silo, 12 containment chambers (resulting in three containment breaches) and a garage before ricocheting off a stop sign outside Area-179 in a southwest direction. SCP-5293 broke through the windshields of 5 cars, 7 trees, a restaurant, and continued in this direction before reaching the upper-left second story window of the residence of Researcher Sauls. SCP-5293 shattered the window and accelerated through a wall before reaching the residence's bathroom and making contact with the back of Researcher Saul's head, who then died upon impact. Upon recovery, SCP-5293 stated the following: SCP-5293: Told. You. SCP-5293 was compliant upon being returned to containment. Containment procedures have been updated accordingly. Further interviews with SCP-5293 have resulted in the object displaying difficulty communicating about topics other than killing Researcher Sauls, despite having done so. A transcription of an interview four hours from Incident-5293-01 has been provided below. BEGIN LOG SCP-5293: Where. Is. Researcher. Sauls. Dr. Dune: You- You killed him earlier today. You've been wanting to do that since you were contained. SCP-5293: (Object turns green) Oh. Dr. Dune: How does that make you feel? SCP-5293: Upset. Dr. Dune: You wanted to kill him though. You remember that, right? SCP-5293: (Coloration returns to red.) I. Want. To. Kill. Him. Again. END LOG ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5293" by Aron Christow and Anonymous, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5293. 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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2/5294 LEVEL 2/5294 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5294 Safe Special Containment Procedures: All male parents turning 45 years old trying to participate in an SCP-5294 event should be amnesticized and dismissed from the facilities. All SCP-5294 invitation letters should be destroyed. The known property containing SCP-5294 is owned by the Foundation and closed off from the public under the guise of a construction site. All active SCP-5294-1 instances who are the main drivers of conferences are contained in provisional containment chambers at the original area. Description: SCP-5294 is the designation for the arbitrary manifestation of a building in Falkirk, Scotland. The facilities usually replace the position of a fast food restaurant and typically contain locales with several conference rooms and a bigger assembly hall with a stage. A sign overhanging the entrance reads "The Emancipatory Society for Middle-Aged Fathers". The manifestation typically only lasts for one day before the facilities are transformed into their original state. Untraceable letters have manifested in the belongings of male parents in Falkirk the day of their 45th birthday. These letters pose as invitation letters to the conference. These conferences are realized typically between the times 08:00 and 17:00. Any participants aged 45 years with children have after the participation in the event been found in a state designated SCP-5294-1. What signifies SCP-5294-1 is an inability to articulate any sense of self-conscience or object permanence. A variety of psychometric aptitude tests have in particular indicated a decrease in sentient constructs such as self-consciousness, self-awareness and higher-order productive abilities. While psychomotor abilities and the ability of speech remains unchanged, the individuals seem to have been set back to a stage of cognitive development typical with an infant. Discovery: In February 2021 a Foundation operative living in the area of Falkirk, Scotland attended a conference seemingly generated out of nothing. What normally posed as a disused fast food restaurant had reportedly transformed into a conference hall. The agent was one of several men with children in the proximity that had received a letter on their 45th birthday inviting them to join in on a conference on fatherhood. INVITATION LETTER This is the invitation letter received by agent Gore at the time of his birthday 04/02/2021. POPS! DADS! FATHERS! THE DAY HAS COME FOR ALL MEN AGED 45 TO EMBARK ON A JOURNEY OF SELF-DISCOVERY AND SELF-EMPOWERMENT. YOU ARE HEREBY INVITED TO THE FALKIRK EMANCIPATORY SOCIETY FOR MIDDLE-AGED FATHERS FOR A FULL DAY OF FATHERS MEETING FATHERS, MEN MEETING MEN, DEALING WITH THE ISSUES THAT WE FACE ON A DAY-TO-DAY BASIS. AMONG THINGS THAT WILL BE DEALT WITH: (under constant subject of change) A HEALTHY BREAKFAST MINGLE A GOOD AMOUNT OF SOCIAL TEAM-BUILDING LECTURE: TERRY GIGGS ON FATHER OBLIGATIONS COOK-TOGETHER: HOME MADE FISH STICKS. Might take a while. LIVE READING OF THE DA VINCI CODE MASTERCLASS: TEENAGE ANGST W/ FORMER DAD GREG WE HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE! Sincerely, The Emancipatory Society for Middle-Aged Fathers . INTERVENTION LOG Three D-Class personnel were instructed to participate in the event equipped with monitor devices. Although not fitting either age or parental status they were faced with minor opposition from the supposed members of the society. Scheduled activities during the conference were documented in the log below on 20/02/2021. Time: 07:57 Approximately 20 people entered the building. Bologna sandwiches were served from a table in the assembly hall. A few men wore t-shirts displaying the text 'Real Fathers', signaling their role as members of the organization. A note was handed out to the D-Class personnel and the other participants with advice for conversations such as 'Tell them about where you live.', 'Tell them about who you are.', 'Tell a funny joke.' or 'Tell them what in your profession grinds your gears the most.' Two and a half hours went by before the participants felt satisfied with the activity. Time: 09:44 The participants were divided into teams with different team-building tasks. These involved carrying heavy furniture through narrow doorways and finding the arbitrarily placed car keys the quickest. Finally an activity was conducted where participants were to spend the most amount of time mending electronics such as stereos and toasters before giving up and returning them to the store. Time: 10:45 Participants were seated in a circle around a man named Terry Giggs who listed 106 'clever jokes'. Time: 11:05 The participants were instructed to cook up a recipe involving home made fish sticks. This activity was particularly drawn out because of the amount of loitering the participants pursued during the activity. The D-Class personnel uneagerly found themselves doing most of the cooking and cleaning involved. Time: 14:00 Participants were given seats in the entrance hall in front of an elevated platform. A man wearing the same shirt shown by several members of the organization is seated in a leather armchair. A reading of The DaVinci Code is carried out prompting positive reactions from the participants. Time: 15:30 A man posing as 'former dad Greg' comes on stage to speak on the subject of 'teenage angst'. However, the speech seemed mostly to consist of anecdotes about his son's old basket ball team. The man on stage disappeared after the moment the majority of the crowd had lost their interest in him. Time: 15:58 The supposed 'Workshop' was merely a reiteration of the first activity of the day with more bologna sandwiches generated on a buffet table. At the last minutes of the activity, certain participants were awarded with the aforementioned t-shirts. The crowd shook hands as newly found members of the society received t-shirts on stage. As the lively crowd left the facilities, D-Class personnel noted that the supposed members now wearing the t-shirt stayed inside the building. Doors were shut and locked before the interior got dark. INTERVIEW LOGS Any candid attempt of questioning individuals on the effects of SCP-5294 or anything remotely related to consequences of their own actions only warranted in sarcastic and/or witty responses. Thereby, interviews were deemed fruitless. Instead, family members of the individuals have been interviewed to confirm psychological changes after the event. The wife and son of a participant named Jurij Grigoryan were interviewed six months after his participation. Excerpts of the interviews are included in this addendum. Interview Log Date: 25/08/2021 Interviewed: Elizabeth Grigoryan Head Interviewer: Dr. Simon Taber <BEGIN LOG> E. Grigoryan: What's he been up to? Dr. Taber: What? E. Grigoryan: I mean, is Jurij in trouble? Dr. Taber: Oh, no ma'am. I assure you we are only here to inquire upo- E. Grigoryan: Oh good! Dr. Taber: …We are only here to inquire upon your husbands behavior the last six months. Have you seen your husband behave differently than normal the last six months? E. Grigoryan: Eh, no… How could that be? Dr. Taber: Well, we were thinking if you have noticed any change in his… Intelligence or mental ablities? E. Grigoryan: Intelli… Well, that I haven't seen in a good while… [Mrs. Grigoryan laughs loudly.] Dr. Taber: But is he somehow slower, mentally than before? E. Grigoryan: Than before? Before Kevin was born? Dr. Taber: Not necessarily… I meant- E. Grigoryan: He is kind of slow you know… When I think about it… Dr. Taber: Yes? How? E. Grigoryan: Oh yes, he's very hard to keep on track. And he always has to check with me for groceries. And all he talks about is that conference, y'know? Dr. Taber: So you have seen a difference in his behavior since he attended the conference? [Mrs. Grigoryan scoffs and folds her arms with her gaze wandering around the room.] E. Grigoryan: His stupid jokes… No affection whatsoever… Dr. Taber: Whe- [Mrs. Grigoryan stands up and looks out the window.] E. Grigoryan: Ugh! And what does he do about Kevin… Dr. Taber: Please try to calm down Mrs- E. Grigoryan: I just get so irritated sometimes you know? He doesn't give a piss about any of our commitments or friends and he just looks so… F-cking indifferent to anything I have to say! But oh-so emotional when it comes to lil' shitty details. Dr. Taber: What do you mean when you say 'shitty details'? E. Grigoryan: Once he woke up, in the middle of the night… In cold-sweat, worried that his fuckin' drive shaft wouldn't make it through the next MOT!1 Dr. Taber: So he has been behaving this way since the conference? E. Grigoryan: Yes? What? No, I don't know, why would a silly men's conference change him? <END LOG> Interview Log Date: 20/02/2021 Interviewed: Kevin Grigoryan Head Interviewer: Dr. Simon Taber <BEGIN LOG> K. Grigoryan: Wha' is this place? Hah, did me' dad get caught for huffin'? Dr. Taber: Your father is not suspected of any criminal activity Kevin. [Kevin mumbles something inaudible] Dr. Taber: What was that? K. Grigoryan: Like, I dunno man… He wouldn't do anything weird, I guess. [Kevin puts his hood on] Dr. Taber: But… Have you seen him behave differently these last six months? Dr. Taber: Hello? Could you answer the question? K. Grigoryan: I dunno know man. He never really does things with me. I never really looked. Maybe he's a pimp. [Kevin chuckles] Dr. Taber: Alright, so I am going to be straightforward with you here Kevin… Is there anything that you would like to tell us about your dad that you're not saying? K. Grigoryan: I mean, I dunno. He's a walkin' stool innit? But he always has been. Dr. Taber: We'll call it here. Thank you Kevin. <END LOG> Footnotes 1. Short for Ministry of Transport, refers to the MOT test that is required to be carried out on vehicles annually in the United Kingdom. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5294" by Nils Severin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5294. 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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More by this author! Item#: SCP-5295 Level4 Secondary Class: continua Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5295-A, deactivated. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5295-A has been rendered permanently non-functional via disconnection from SCP-5295-B. It has been remanded to the custody of the Chief of Identity and Technocryptography at Site-43. As the file structure of both SCP-5295-A and -B is thaumaturgical in nature, no files originating from either may be transferred to any device except under strict supervision by I&T personnel. Research into the origins or functionality of SCP-5295-A is forbidden by order of the O5 Council. Description: SCP-5295-A is a 1993 Apple Macintosh LC III personal computer formerly used by the Identity and Technocryptography Section of Site-43 between 1993 and 1996. After a series of costly hard disk failures, I&T Chief Rudolph Marroquin arranged the upgrade of the Site's network of computers with a mass purchase of LC III models in the year of their release, heavily customized by I&T personnel to suit Foundation needs. SCP-5295-A was Chief Marroquin's own personal computer. SCP-5295-B is a model M0135 Apple Macintosh 20MB external hard disk containing files previously associated with SCP-5295-A. It was received by Chief Marroquin as a Christmas gift from junior technician Eileen Veiksaar in 1994. SCP-5295-A behaves as a typical machine of its model. Its anomalous properties are most apparent when an application entitled "Total Area Network," or "TAN," is activated. This application presents the user with a series of prompts, appearing one after the other until a sufficient level of granular detail is achieved to proceed: Device ID Country Region Subregion Municipality Street Address Room Completing this prompt chain enables the user to access any Macintosh LC III computer anywhere on Earth, so long as it is presently active. After selecting their preferred machine, the user must wait for that machine's owner to deactivate it. The owner will be confronted with the following modified version of their device's shutdown screen; the alterations will typically escape their notice. Message received by devices pending access by SCP-5295-A. Once its target is deactivated, SCP-5295-A will restart, and TAN will then allow it to access the target's file structure as though the two machines were connected by a local area network. TAN functions even when SCP-5295-A is not itself connected to any network, and even when the target device is completely disconnected from all power sources. Any files accessed by SCP-5295-A will become heavily corrupted on the target machine. This corruption entails the insertion of a series of junk values into said files, rendering them unreadable. Addendum 5295-1, Incident Report: The following document describes the circumstances leading to the Foundation's discovery and containment of SCP-5295. Final Report: SCP-5295 Noor Zaman Chief, Hiring and Regulation Section SCP Foundation Lake Huron Research and Containment Site-43 Preface: This report was prepared at the behest and under the auspices of the SCP Foundation Ethics Committee. Summary: The Identity and Technocryptography Section of Site-43 has evolved, to all outward appearances, into a tightly-knit and clannish enclave not inconsistent with cabals of computer programmers and information technology personnel the world over. However, covert investigation has revealed a far less pleasant explanation for this Section's high esprit de corps. I&T was a relatively small Section when Chief Marroquin took over in 1985 during the personal computer boom. As the Foundation's computing needs increased, particularly in this case to service the vast historical database housed at Site-43, Chief Marroquin's responsibilities expanded significantly and he hand-picked a group of talented technicians to help him with his work. Hiring and Regulation reviews of his staff from this period describe the Chief as a detached, cold, and laser-focused individual with a reputation for harsh discipline. Eight years later, coinciding with the replacement of most personal computers in the Site with Macintosh LC III models, Chief Marroquin's staff described him as warm, paternal, and fostering a positive work environment at I&T. I recall flagging this dramatic shift for review in the H&R database; no record of this flag now exists, following critical corruption of said database in early 1994. The only exception to this trend of positivity was the suicide of Chief Marroquin's executive assistant, Arnold Villis, in July of 1994. Villis broke into Marroquin's office, attempted to gain access to the Chief's personal computer, and then hanged himself. Security and Containment Section review detected no irregularities in the conduct of I&T's personnel, and Villis' death was ruled the product of snapping under stress. In early 1996 junior technician Eileen Veiksaar approached me with a request to seize Chief Marroquin's personal computer and search it for sensitive and confidential material which she claimed he had been acquiring from his staff since 1993. She specifically requested that her accusation be logged in the H&R database, and that both Chief Marroquin and herself be named. This was done, and after brief consultation with the Site Director and All-Sections Chief, I proceeded to Chief Marroquin's office to confiscate the offending device. Chief Marroquin was found frantically attempting to activate his personal computer. When I arrived with two security agents, he briefly attempted to escape by remotely deactivating the lights in his office through unclear means. He was successfully detained, however, because technician Veiksaar had remained in the outer hallway and struck his spectacles hard enough to break the glass. After treatment at Health and Pathology, Chief Marroquin consented to the following interview. Date: 6 January 1996 Investigating Officer: N. Zaman (Chief, Hiring and Regulation) Chief Zaman: Do you know why we've detained you? Chief Marroquin: Because I got lens glass in my ocular implants. Chief Zaman: You know, we weren't aware that you had ocular implants. Chief Marroquin: I don't know how to respond to that politely. Chief Zaman: Yes, I've heard you're quite impolite. Until 1993, when you apparently became the sweetest boss in the world. Care to explain that? Chief Marroquin: I read one of those management handbooks. Really changed my outlook. Chief Zaman: Things will go more smoothly for you if you cooperate. Chief Marroquin: I haven't done anything wrong. That little bitch Veiksaar, however, somehow destroyed a valuable piece of I&T equipment. She's going to find herself fee— Chief Zaman: She's been promoted to full technician, actually. Chief Marroquin: What?! Chief Zaman: For capturing a Maxwellist agent, and recovering almost fifty megabytes of stolen confidential data. Silence on recording. Chief Zaman: I'm surprised you didn't make a full-on artificial intelligence. An anomalous computer seems so low-key for you people. Chief Marroquin: You wouldn't say that if you'd had to make an operating system operating on thaumaturgical principles that still looks like it's running Mac System 7 at a glance. Chief Zaman: Hmm. Perhaps. Well, one thing bothers me. Chief Marroquin: Only one? Somebody's cynical. Chief Zaman: Why did you include a "tell" in the Total Area Network application? Chief Marroquin: A what? A "tell"? Chief Zaman: "You may not switch off your Macintosh safely." Chief Marroquin stares at Zaman for a moment, then bursts into laughter. Chief Marroquin: So that's what old Villis was up to in my office, before he put on his necktie. I didn't notice any code changes, but that's such a tiny one… he helped me with the magic, you know? Of course you don't know, he's not even on record as a thaumaturge with you idiots. Anyway, I'd had him in my pocket for years before I dreamed up this scheme with the LC IIIs. Chief Zaman: We're the idiots, but you missed the altered code? Chief Marroquin: Guess I'm not as detail-oriented as I thought. Chief Zaman: That would explain your present circumstances. Chief Marroquin: Fair play. So, how did you get the machine working again? Chief Zaman: Why would I tell you that? Chief Marroquin grunts. Chief Marroquin: Because even if you can turn the thing on, you don't know how to decrypt my files. Chief Zaman: Are you offering a trade? Chief Marroquin: Yeah. Don't feed me to the lizard, or whatever it is you do to traitors, and tell me how some snot-nosed script kiddie was able to fuck me over this bad, and I'll give you enough intel to fill two LC III hard disks. Chief Zaman rises from the table, walks to the door, and opens it. Chief Zaman: Come on in. Technician Veiksaar enters the room. She does not sit down. Chief Marroquin: Afraid I'll bite? Technician Veiksaar: Can't be too careful with a Hummer, they tell me. Chief Marroquin: And yet you crossed me. Technician Veiksaar: Can't be a hacker without a code, boss. I went with the "don't fuck people over" one. Chief Marroquin: I always liked the other one better. So, how did you do it? Technician Veiksaar laughs. Technician Veiksaar: I figured you'd be scanning the database for any mention of you, in case one of your blackmail targets bit back, so I had Chief Zaman namedrop us both. Figured you'd then try to access the Site's security system and make good your escape; of course, that anomalous program of yours would require you to restart your computer. Didn't turn back on, though, did it? Technician Veiksaar grins. Technician Veiksaar: I got one of those LC IIIs for my birthday in '93, along with a bunch of floppies. Do you know, if you copy the System folder onto one, then delete it from the hard disk, you can't boot the machine afterwards without the floppy? I figured well, why not shove a few of your spooky weird files onto that external drive, see if the same principle applies. You always keep it plugged in anyway, I figured you'd never notice. Technician Veiksaar brandishes SCP-5295-B. Technician Veiksaar: I guess this is part of the anomaly now, so I'd better go turn it over. Merry Christmas and a happy new year, Rudy! Technician Veiksaar surrendered SCP-5295-B to Security and Containment. On the condition that he be permanently remanded to the custody of Area-06, Chief Marroquin provided decryption keys allowing access to the locked files on SCP-5295-A. Representative excerpts from his extensive diaries follow. Michaels Lucky break with this guy. Checked out the Site-01 database on a whim — turns out he came to Canada from Chicago on witness protection. Pissed off some anomalous gangsters. Didn't even know they still had those! Anyway, great leverage. Horn I don't know where he got those images, but they're the kind of illegal even the Foundation doesn't forgive you for. I own him now. Iqbal Took a gander in the GOC's files. They think he's dead! He will be, if I tell them. Agent, you're going to make this job go much smoother. Villis Too bad, great hacker. Couldn't have built this baby without him; guess he felt guilty. Surprised somebody who was already selling info to the Hand would suddenly develop a moral compass! I wonder what he thought they'd do to him. Something worse than a death by hanging, apparently. Wish he'd done the deed in his own office. Turlough The moment, the moment I gave this idiot network access, he tried to use it to look up files above his clearance level. I'll bet he thought he was so clever, unplugging his computer every night. Magic computer don't care, Turlough! Avelina The lady wants to be a Maxwellist herself! And guess who has the only computer in the Site that can access the Church's holy databases? Tit-for-tat, Cassandra. Veiksaar She's got a boyfriend off-Site, and she's teaching him crypto shit. What an idiot! She'll fold like a card table rather than report that to the Director, I'll wager. I own you too, beautiful..Technician Veiksaar allowed Chief Marroquin to believe he had successfully blackmailed her, but immediately reported her extracurricular activities to Site Director Scout instead. In light of her honesty, no action was taken. It was found that Chief Marroquin had compromised more than half of the technicians in his Section by either accumulating blackmail material or providing them with anomalously-sourced benefits, all through the use of SCP-5295-A. He refused to reveal the means by which he had accomplished this feat, and was transferred to Site-06 as agreed upon along with seven members of his team. Of the remaining twenty-nine, eighteen were considered security risks and amnesticized, greatly reducing the effectiveness of I&T. A comprehensive overview of the Site's security protocols, and attempts to judge the severity of Chief Marroquin's information breach, took over seven months. It was found that as the TAN application is unable to write anything but junk data to its targets, Marroquin had not yet transmitted his cache of information to the Church of Maxwellism. During this time technician Veiksaar submitted the following request to Chief Nancy Briggs, Marroquin's successor: Sir, SCP-5295-A and -B must be decommissioned. Chief Marroquin's actions, enabled by this device, almost supplied detailed tactical information to a hostile Group of Interest and were nearly enough to completely wipe out our Section. Even in the hands of a trustworthy operative, SCP-5295 represents too great a security risk and too serious a moral temptation. We're better than this. — Eileen Veiksaar, technician, Site-43 While decommissioning was not approved, Briggs secured O5 approval to render SCP-5295-A inoperative by instead destroying SCP-5295-B. The computer no longer boots, and three months of sustained study by I&T were unable to devise a workaround. The anomaly was therefore classified Continua, and the present Special Containment Procedures put in place. » CERTIFY CLEARANCE LEVEL-5 CREDENTIALS AND EXPAND » LEVEL-5 CREDENTIALS CONFIRMED SCP-5295-B in storage (left). Update 1996/02/12: Technician Veiksaar was provided with a non-anomalous model M0135 Apple Macintosh 20MB external hard disk to destroy. Chief Briggs was instructed to retain custody of both SCP-5295-A and -B for use under future circumstances dictated by the O5 Council. Her eventual successor will be briefed on -B's continued existence, and the sensitivity of this information, to ensure the continuance of these duties. Falsified information stating that SCP-5295-A can only access Macintosh LC III computers has been added to the database file for security purposes. Addendum 5295-2, Final Update: As of 2021 the present Chief of Identity and Technocryptography, Eileen Veiksaar, has custody of this anomaly and is fully briefed on all duties relating thereto. « SCP-5238 | Words of Power and Poison | SCP-5281-D » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5295" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5295. 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: 5295.png Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA Filename: LCIII.jpg Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA Filename: maynot.jpg Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA Filename: External.jpg Name: DSCN3147 Author: Lisa Anne Paul License: CC BY 2.0 Source: flickr
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You are currently accessing a historical iteration of SCP-5296. Would you like to continue? Yes Authorisation needed: Please enter your credentials. Username: O5-1 Password: The black moon howls on all the same … Welcome O5-1 NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following documentation has experienced multiple iterations as more information has been discovered. TIMESTAMP: 18/09/2027 — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item #: SCP-5296 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5296 is secured in its testing chamber in Site-11. Its testing chamber is fitted with 4 Scranton Reality Anchors (SRAs). SCP-5296 is to be monitored by at least 3 members of staff who perceive its existence. Description: SCP-5296 appears to be a semi-physical entity whose existence is permeable and subject to factors that are as of yet undetermined. The precise nature of SCP-5296 is unknown. Even amongst those who perceive it to exist, there is little agreement on any of SCP-5296's features, presenting it as a sizeable threat to consensus reality. These inconsistencies are largely universal, applying even to a single individual's continuous perception of SCP-5296. Common points of disagreement in decreasing order of controversy1 include: Whether or not SCP-5296 exists Whether or not SCP-5296 is humanoid Whether or not SCP-5296 can communicate Whether or not SCP-5296 is memetic or reality-warping Due to its ambiguous nature, SCP-5296 has caused much conflict within the Foundation over its properties. It is currently unknown if this is an intended effect or not. Discovery: SCP-5296 was seized by MTF-Phoenix-1 ("Mind Over Matter") on 24/06/2027. It was discovered during a Foundation raid to recover SCP-████ from [REDACTED] after a containment breach. It was found in a hidden room which was marked on an assailant's map of the complex. On entering the room, MTF-Phoenix-1 found a note describing SCP-5296. The note was subsequently deemed irrecoverable after a skirmish with remaining assailants. MTF-Phoenix-1 did not recall the contents of the note in sufficient detail to assist in initial documentation. SCP-5296 and SCP-████ were retrieved and brought to Site-11 without further incident. Of note, members of MTF-Phoenix-1 claimed not to have noticed SCP-5296 until after having read the note about it. Addendum-5296-A Although SCP-5296 has, as of yet, proved easy to contain, it has caused significant disruption within the Foundation, detailed below: Date Events regarding SCP-5296 26/06/2027 On Junior Researcher Smith's assignment to SCP-5296, he made several complaints about it being “an empty room”. He also made several appeals to Site Command to delete the files regarding SCP-5296 and to cease "wasting our time on non-entities." Due to his misconduct, he was later referred to the disciplinary committee. 04/07/2027 Senior Researcher Aster experienced minimal difficulties in his preliminary research. However, video records of his initial tests were lost upon a routine scan of the Foundation database, wherein I.T staff deleted them, commenting “Assumed unnecessary equipment test: D-Class was standing in an empty room.” 26/07/2027 Research continued from here; however, it was slightly impeded by pressure to complete investigations quickly. As a result of this and a general effort by the Foundation to cut down on use of resources, all projects relating to SCP-5296 were halted until an appeal by Aster was approved. 02/08/2027 A formal inquiry into SCP-5296 was launched, leading to the near-deletion of the SCP-5296 file by Site Command in a 9-1 vote on the matter. After further investigation, no consensus was reached on SCP-5296 and its file remained pending deletion. They settled that research should proceed as planned. 10/08/2027 In accordance with the disruption it had caused, SCP-5296 was raised as an issue to the O5-Council, who also experienced difficulties in coming to any agreement regarding SCP-5296. Following the O5-Council meeting on 10/08/2027, research into SCP-5296 is now considered a top priority. SCP-5296 has been provisionally classed as Keter. Addendum-5296-B Further review of our files regarding SCP-5296 suggests its nature may be vastly different to our initial assessments. SCP-5296 may very well be a figment of our imaginations. - Senior Researcher Aster Following review of the above proposal, further testing of SCP-5296 has been approved to determine the likelihood of this theory. Test Log 5296-01 This test was overseen by Senior Researcher Aster on 09/09/2027. Testing Procedure: This test consisted of two executions with minor alterations: Standard Procedure: A D-Class will enter SCP-5296's testing chamber and follow the instructions of Senior Researcher Aster, who will be remotely observing the test. The first execution was standard, but the D-Class was given a briefing prior to the test and was given a file describing SCP-52962. The second execution was identical to the first, excluding the lack of a briefing. Results: D-1412, who had received the briefing, perceived SCP-5296 and was generally consistent with previous observations regarding SCP-5296 and the lack of consensus around its properties. D-1583, who went in blind, was unable to perceive SCP-5296, complaining that there was nothing in the room to begin with. Observations: It would appear that the proposed theory may be correct, although the data set is insufficient to draw any conclusions. Further testing involving on-site staff is pending approval. Test Log 5296-02 This test was overseen by Senior Researcher Aster on 11/09/2027. Testing Procedure: This was effectively a large-scale version of the previous test. Site staff was divided into two groups, one that was briefed beforehand whilst the other was not. They then each attempted to perceive SCP-5296. Results: Everyone in the group that went in with no prior knowledge failed to perceive SCP-5296, whilst everyone in the other group was able to perceive SCP-5296. The results after testing over 200 on-site personnel were consistent with the proposed theory, however also raise another possibility. Observations: These results are conclusive. They leave only two possibilities: SCP-5296 is indeed a figment of the observer's imagination. SCP-5296 is somehow aware of our belief in it and its permeable existence responds in kind. SCP-5296 will hereafter be reclassified as Safe, since the discord it initially caused has run its course and its properties are now beginning to be understood. Addendum 5296-C As recent test results have raised concerns that SCP-5296 may be reliant on human belief in order to exist, it has been raised as an issue to the Ethics Committee. This is due to be discussed on 25/09/2027 during a meeting of the Ethics Committee. Page revision from 18/09/2027 Current Iteration Footnotes 1. This is not to say that the lower down items on the list are more agreed upon, merely that they are less often argued about. 2. This file was the improvised template that was pending the results of these tests.
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SCP-5297
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ITEM #: SCP-5297 LEVEL- DISRUPTION CLASS: VLAM ITEM: SCP-5297 LEVEL- DISRUPTION CLASS: VLAM Opened clay vessel, containing the preserved fruit of SCP-5297 affected trees. Special Containment Procedures: An investigation into organizations suspected to have a working knowledge of SCP-5297 is ongoing. In the event that any foreign actors are confirmed to have the ability and means to create active components of SCP-5297, Foundation personnel are to disrupt their operations and take any relevant individuals into custody for questioning. Description: SCP-5297 designated a series of thaumaturgic glyphs of suspected Daevite origin. In their original intended use, these glyphs would have been engraved into the bark of fruit trees as a component of an arbormantic ritual. Upon completion, the growth of fruit upon these trees would be greatly accelerated and uncharacteristically resistant to various parasitic creatures and potential ailments. Additionally, preserves produced from SCP-5297 affected fruits are anomalously resistant to natural decay and micro-bacterial growth.1 The incomplete or erroneous employment of these glyphs can lead to unpredictable and inconsistent anomalous effects. One such misuse occurred on 18/07/20202 and lead to the Foundation's realization that components of SCP-5297 may be actively employed and distributed amongst civilian organizations. Addendum-A1: 5297_18/07/2020 Following reports of an explosion at a Phucker's fruit processing facility in Truro, Nova Scotia that resulted in the unexplained disappearance of first responders, a Foundation response team was deployed from Site-184. Their report indicated that the factory had overflown with an unidentified purple substance. Additionally, upon their arrival, several groups of people were present and attempting to shovel the substance into a series of retrofitted pick-up trucks. The responding Foundation personnel requested backup as the individuals refused to leave or comply with instructions. During the conversation, one of the workers slipped, falling into the substance. The individual's body began to rapidly reconfigure into a homogenous mass visually identical to the aforementioned substance over a period of two minutes. During the distraction, the other workers boarded the vehicles and managed to flee from the Foundation personnel. After a period of 10 hours, subsequent testing demonstrated that whatever anomalous properties resulted in this transfiguration appeared neutralized. By this point, a request for the deployment of MTF Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters") had been approved. Beta-7 progressed through the factory, which was devoid of any organic matter with the exception of large quantities of the purple substance, later identified to be consistent in chemical composition to Phucker's brand Grape Jelly. The presence of partial components of SCP-5297 were discovered engraved on various processing machinery during this sweep of the facility. Within the factory manager's office, Beta-7 found an opened email displaying the attached message. Attempts to uncover additional data have been unsuccessful, as a large quantity of Phucker's brand Grape Jelly was found within the manager's computer and the factory server room. An investigation into the company is ongoing. To: uj.srekcuhp|htimsw#uj.srekcuhp|htimsw From: uj.srekcuhp|J#uj.srekcuhp|J Subject: This Fuck-up Look, don't worry about them. Just make sure our research gets out and then wipe the computers, or whatever. I don't fucking know. We can't let those assholes over at Bon's know what we're working on here. I'll send some people over to take care of the mess like last time. We aren't about to waste perfectly fine product. - J. Footnotes 1. Foundation archeological research has uncovered clay pots within suspected Daevite arboreal nurseries hosting SCP-5297-engraved trees that contain still-edible fruit preserves. 2. See Addendum-A1: 5297_18/07/2020 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5297" by DodoDevil, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5297. 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: Jam1.jpg Name: Utencil-tamil-clay pots-kalayam.jpg Author: Info-farmer License: Public Domain Source Link: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/afb708cd-82e8-4db9-9f7b-695ef4b1509e
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SCP-5298
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Item#: SCP-5298 Special Containment Procedures: As per Settlement-841-M reached with the Three Moons Initiative on 11/14/20, direct containment of any instance of SCP-5298 is not to take place under any circumstances. Containment, and/or the acquisition of additional information regarding locations or the exact number of extant SCP-5298 instances, would constitute a breach of this agreement, and carry the risk of a ÞK-class Extradimensional Diplomatic Breakdown scenario. As such, this document contains the maximum amount of information regarding SCP-5298 that the Foundation is permitted to access. Unless emergency authorization has been given by the O5 Council, this document is to not be altered in any form. In addition, efforts to obfuscate SCP-5298's existence from the public are to be handled exclusively by the Three Moons Initiative, without any further interference from the Foundation. Should SCP-5298's existence come into public knowledge through second- or third-party error, Settlement-841-M is rendered void, SCP-5298 will be reclassified as Keter, and the encrypted prior iteration of this document will be restored. Description: SCP-5298 is a remote-controlled military drone used by the Three Moons Initiative. An estimated ███ SCP-5298 instances are currently operational. The full scope of their combat capabilities are not completely understood, but include 5.7x28mm machine guns (hidden in forearms), finger-mounted electroshock weapons (hidden in fingernails), and neurotoxin-injecting barbs (hidden in teeth). Each individual SCP-5298 takes the appearance of a child between 5 and 13 years of age, and maintains an individual assumed identity. As such, each drone uses civilian property purchased by Three Moons agents as a staging area, staging up to three instances at a time, and handled by one man and one woman to act as "parents". Said handlers are willing participants, designated "pre-mortem undercover contractors" by the Initiative, and have experience in such fields as robotics, military technology, and method acting. SCP-5298 work undercover in private and public settings, engaging in as much aggressive and problematic behavior as possible. Conduct includes, but is not limited to: Shoplifting, temper tantrums, vandalism, lying, bullying of other children, pulling fire alarms, and destruction of property. Due to their destructive capabilities, SCP-5298 will avoid direct physical violence toward civilians and more serious criminal activity. At nighttime, SCP-5298 engage in their true purpose. Further information about SCP-5298 (including the targets of their extermination efforts) have been restricted by Settlement-841-M. Addendum: Foundation agents placed a hidden camera in the bedroom of one SCP-5298 instance in suburban Philadelphia. The following footage was recovered, leading to Settlement-841-M: Date: 11/10/20 Time: 1:42 AM, EST <begin log> [SCP-5298-██ feigns sleep. A shadowy mass forms from under its bed, slowly rising] [REDACTED:] (singing) …nasty ickle Timmy-timms… …sittin' in ya jim-jams… [SCP-5298-██ stirs.] SCP-5298-██: Mommy? [REDACTED]: …I heard a rumor, y'see. You said you weren't afraid of [REDACTED]. And ya figured that meant you could be just as naughty as you pleased, izzat right? SCP-5298-██: Who's there?! [A large, bloody potato sack materializes in [REDACTED]'s right hand; a meat hook appears in the other. He looms over SCP-5298-██] [REDACTED]: Don't you worry, Timmy-timms, I'll give you exactly what you deser— (SCP-5298-██'s voice shifts to an adult male, over a speaker; its mouth does not move.) SCP-5298-██: Target acquired. Engaging. [REDACTED]: …'scuse me? [SCP-5298-██ grabs [REDACTED] and electrocutes them. [REDACTED] falls off the bed. The right forearm's machine gun barrel extends from SCP-5298-██'s palm and fires four shots into [REDACTED]'s torso.] [REDACTED]: Jesus fuck, what is WRONG with you?! [Twelve more shots. Flashing from the barrel indicates that [REDACTED] has an insectoid appearance.] [REDACTED]: …okay, for the record, this changes nothing. You're still a naught— [SCP-5298-██ leaps from the bed and crushes [REDACTED]'s head, stomping apart the rest of its flesh.] SCP-5298-██: Target successfully eliminated; consciousness forwarded to Perdition Committee for interrogation. PoI-5298██2: Timmy, I swear to God, if you're playing with actual guns in here — [PoI-5298██2, one of its handlers, enters the room and turns on the light. Blood, viscera, and chitin cover the floor.] PoI-5298██2: …oh, thank JALAKÅRA. Martha, they finally bagged one! SCP-5298-██: (indicating the hidden camera) Mr. ██████, did you install that camera? PoI-5298██2: No, sir. SCP-5298-██: Analyzing… Foundation property. Espionage is an act of war, and will be treated as such. We'll be in contact soon. [SCP-5298-██ shoots the camera, and the feed is cut.] <end log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5298" by daveyoufool, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5298. 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-5299
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Item #: SCP-5299 Special Containment Procedures: A perimeter of electrical fencing is to be erected surrounding SCP-5299 and patrolled by security personnel at all times. Any unauthorized individuals attempting to gain access to SCP-5299 are to be apprehended, interrogated and amnesticised as appropriate. Any entities attempting to exit SCP-5299 are to be incinerated. Updated 09/04/2019: Due to the risk of agitated entities overwhelming current containment procedures, no attempts are to be made to retrieve or interfere with SCP-5299-B. Updated 28/04/2019: Any broadcasts released by SCP-5299-C are to be intercepted in accordance with Protocol Upsilon Beta-4. Any attempts to breach SCP-5299-C must be authorized by Director Callaghan. Description: SCP-5299 is an installation in the Lake District superficially resembling an RAF base1. The area within SCP-5299 is subject to sudden and extreme modification of any organic life present, often resulting in the creation of anomalous organisms found in no other environment. These occurrences, hereafter referred to as Echidna Events, have increased in frequency over time: when first observed, they occurred approximately every half hour - at the time of writing, however, it is common for these intervals to last only minutes or even seconds. Due to the fact that Echidna Events present an unacceptable level of risk to organic exploration teams - and the usual hostility of generated entities - the amount of information gathered regarding the internal structure of SCP-5299 is limited. However, it had been determined through the use of mapping sensors that SCP-5299 extends a considerable distance underground. In order to achieve full interior mapping of SCP-5299 and discern the origin and mechanisms under which the anomaly functions, exploration by self-directed drone has been approved. Exploration Log 5299-1: In order to map out SCP-5299 and further explore the anomaly, Self-Directed Drone (SDD) #19 was deployed. For purposes of physical description, note that SDD-19 resembles the lower half of a human torso, including legs, with a camera situated at the front of its body. SDD-19 is equipped with a dynamic Learning Computer, and is capable of determining by itself the most prudent way of accomplishing its mission. SDD-19 was released into SCP-5299 via the front entrance. <Begin Log> (SDD-19 steps into the main entrance and turns three-hundred and sixty degrees in order to record footage of the entire space. Despite the exterior military appearance of SCP-5299, the interior here is laid out in the manner of a reception area, with a main desk at the head of the room and numerous chairs arranged in a waiting area. Although no abnormal fauna are visible, a thick purple moss is growing on all furniture in the room.) SDD-19: I have memorized this area. Shall I continue? Mission Control: Do so, 19. SDD-19: Roger, roger. (SDD-19 marches to the door leading further into the facility and opens it using a foot. The hallway ahead is dark, and SDD-19 switches to night vision in order to properly observe it. As the view switches, an indistinct organism roughly the size of a domestic pig, with several long, spindly legs, runs away around the corner.) SDD-19: Anomalous organism detected. Shall I pursue? Mission Control: Negative, 19. Continue exploration. SDD-19: Roger, roger. (SDD-19 continues and turns around the corner, entering an office space. Desks, chairs and various pieces of equipment are strewn around the room. A structure resembling a nest, built using scraps of metal, is protruding from a broken computer monitor in the center of the room.) (As SDD-19 approaches it, three organisms resembling miniature alligators poke their heads out of the nest and begin chirping loudly.) SDD-19: Shall I retrieve a sample? Mission Control: Negative, 19. We can't risk one getting away from you in transit and becoming an invasive species. SDD-19: Roger, roger. Shall I terminate? Mission Control: Again, negative. There's no point - the organic material will be used to create a new living organism in a few minutes anyway. SDD-19: Roger, roger. I shall now search the bathrooms. (SDD-19 proceeds to the bathrooms at the side of the office space, entering the men's bathroom. The room is overgrown with vines, and the imprint of a large paw-like structure is visible in the broken mirror.) (One by one, SDD-19 kicks the cubicle doors open, inspecting the toilet in each.) Mission Control: That's a little loud, 19. SDD-19: I apologize. (SDD-19 kicks open the last cubicle. A small organism resembling a bonsai tree is growing from the toilet. As SDD-19 approaches to observe further, a tendril terminating in a pair of human limbs lifts up from the plant's main body.) SDD-19: Hello. Plant: Alas, oblivion. (Echidna Event occurs. The plant breaks apart into a swarm of bright pink maggot-like creatures which scurry away in every direction.) SDD-19: That is intriguing. I shall now continue my search. [IRRELEVANT DATA EXCISED]2 (SDD-19 kicks open the door of the main office and enters. Two pillars of meat which were previously engaging in behaviour presumed to be procreation retreat into the corner and shiver.) (SDD-19 approaches the main desk and begins data interface with the computer there.) SDD-19: Stand by. (Pause.) SDD-19: Majority of data is corrupted. According to surviving personnel logs, 'The Director has retreated to the Shelter to await the Cambrian'. Context is unknown. Mission Control: Understood. Continue exploration. SDD-19: I shall. (SDD-19 returns to the stairwell and descends further.) (The third basement floor is a cavernous space with a single lit candle illuminating a rudimentary altar at its center. A human body is visible on the altar. Hundreds of anomalous organisms are visible prostrating themselves in the direction of the body.) (As SDD-19 approaches, a small red creature dripping a viscous liquid flies at it. It grabs the creature out of the air with a foot and crushes its skull, dropping it to the floor a moment later. SDD-19 continues towards the altar.) (SDD-19 reaches the altar. The body is visibly that of a young woman, dressed in a hospital gown. Although no signs of decomposition are visible, scans confirm the woman is dead.) SDD-19: Possible source of anomaly detected. Shall I recover it? Mission Control: Hold off on that, SDD-19. Just get a genetic sample for now. We don't want to interfere with this before we fully understand it. SDD-19: Understood. I shall do so now. (SDD-19 lifts a foot and protrudes a genetic sampler from it, stabbing it into the body a moment later. Anomalous organisms in the area are visibly agitated.) (Two seconds after SDD-19 transmits genetic sample to Mission Control, all anomalous organisms in the area converge upon it and begin attacking.) (Remaining footage consists of fifteen seconds of jaws, hooves and claws coming down on the camera. SDD-19 confirmed destroyed following loss of communication.) <End Log> Description (Expanded): SCP-5299-B is the corpse of twenty-three year old Lucy Lambert, former resident of Liverpool, England. Despite analysis suggesting that SCP-5299-B expired three years prior to discovery, it has shown no sign of decomposition. Research into the life of Lucy Lambert has revealed that, prior to her disappearance from her home on 01/12/2016, she was listed on the Global Occult Coalition's Minor Abnormality Index, although the specific reason for her listing has yet to be found. Regardless of their individual traits, all anomalous entities created within SCP-5299 will demonstrate behaviour indicating a significant level of respect to SCP-5299-B. This has included prostrating themselves, delivering items such as carcasses and bright objects to SCP-5299-B, and attacking anything that attempts to interfere with it. It is currently hypothesized that SCP-5299-B is the source of the Echidna Events that occur throughout SCP-5299. However, due to the difficulty of retrieving SCP-5299-B and concerns that doing so could spread these Events to a wider area, this has yet to be confirmed. Exploration Log 5299-2: Exploration conducted via use of Self-Directed Drone (SDD) #20. As the facility was not yet fully investigated by the end of the first exploration, SDD-20 was directed to bypass SCP-5299-B and proceed to the bottom floor of SCP-5299. <Begin Log> (SDD-20 proceeds down the stairwell, stopping at the entrance to the third basement floor.) SDD-20: Notice! I have reached the point where SDD-19 met his end! Mission Control: We can see that. Proceed, 20. SDD-20: Of course! I shall do so now! (SDD-20 proceeds further down the stairs until it reaches the end of the stairwell.) SDD-20: Notice! I have now reached the bottom of the staircase! The bottom floor awaits! Mission Control: (sighs) Yes. Please proceed. SDD-20: Of course! (SDD-20 proceeds through the door, coming out into another cavernous space. This chamber appears to have been carved directly out of existing stone, and no trace of traditional building materials is visible.) (A large black cube, the size of an office cubicle, is present in the middle of the room. Dozens of anomalous organisms are surrounding it, vocalizing at it angrily using whatever means are available to them.) Anomalous Organism: (unintelligible) Bahutha! Birth! Birth! (Echidna Event occurs. All organism present collapse, are reconstituted into new organisms, and resume their verbal assault.) (SDD-20 approaches the black cube. The anomalous organisms make no attempt to prevent this, although they visibly observe it.) SDD-20: Rejoice! I have located a tertiary anomaly! (SDD-20 knocks on the cube twice.) (A moment later, two knocks are heard from inside the cube.) <End Log> Description (Expanded #2): SCP-5299-C is a featureless black cube, measuring two meters by two point five meters, located beneath SCP-5299-C. Evidence suggests that an entity is living inside SCP-5299-C. All anomalous organisms within SCP-5299 will demonstrate extreme hostility towards SCP-5299-C when exposed to it. This will usually take the form of verbal assault or insults, although instances of anomalous organisms physically attacking SCP-5299-C have also been recorded. As prior observation of these anomalous organisms suggests that the latter reaction should be more common, it is believed that the primarily non-violent nature of attacks against SCP-5299-C is also part of its anomalous properties. Currently, no method of damaging SCP-5299-C or moving it from its original position has been found. Upon discovery, the entity believed to exist inside SCP-5299-C responded to knocks against the side of the cube, but ceased this behaviour shortly afterwards. Twenty-four hours after SCP-5299-C's discovery, it transmitted the following video on all on-site feeds: <Begin Log> (A title card reading 'FROM THE DESK' appears. The Narrator, an elderly British man, begins speaking.) Narrator: God adores a detonation. (Image of a black void. The picture turns bright white for a moment, and fades back in to a stock image of the night sky.) Narrator: Where would matter be, without the humble explosion? Without the collision of destiny we call chaos? (Timelapse footage of a growing potted plant, played backwards.) Narrator: It would simply not exist. (unintelligible) It is undeniable, is it not? The waves of pressure are mother's guiding hand. (Footage of a duck-billed platypus moving around an enclosure.) Narrator: Again, when life was wilting, who came to save you but the humble ignition? Life blossoming, scattered like the seeds of a daffodil. Ah, is there more beautiful a thing? More splendid? (Human skull.) Narrator: (shouting) No! (Hermit crab using a human skull as a shell and crawling away.) Narrator: Indiscreet. Inelegant. Unforgivable. (Footage of a crying child, overlaid with footage of a large crowd in a city.) Narrator: (moaning) Stagnation… No, no, no, no … you mustn't… (Footage of a volcano erupting. Immediately after, video cuts to black.) Narrator: Nature abhors silence. Think on this. Explode. <End Log> Following this, Foundation personnel received no additional communication from SCP-5299-C until 07/06/2019, when it transmitted a four-second video clip: <Begin Log> (Narrator is the same as previous video. Audio is extremely muffled, as if the recording equipment is very close to the speaker's mouth.) Narrator: Lucy Lambert is still exploding. <End Log> Footnotes 1. No evidence of SCP-5299's construction exists in official or unofficial records. 2. Full video footage of this exploration is available upon request. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5299" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5299. 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-5300 - Ship in a Bottle Written by MirageTD and Habitual_Snubnose Images (in order of appearance) SCP Location Starchart - Generated with the StarCharter tool, written by Dominic Ford Klein Bottle with Möbius Band - Doctor Konrad Polthier, Freie Universität Berlin (used with written permission as per the terms of plus.maths.org) Critters Many thanks to Dyslexion, Calibold, DrAkimoto, stormbreath, OriCat, gee0765 and Uncannyon for providing critique and feedback. Miscellaneous Credits The end of the fourth paragraph in the introductory email is a paraphrase from the Administrator's note. The "Vietnam book" Zajic refers to is The Things They Carried, by Tim O'Brien. F.A.Q. Sign in Sign out NEW MESSAGE To: Project Briareus Staff From: Director Zeig Skannon Subject: Containment in 2020 and Beyond Recently, a number of people have asked me why this project exists. The Foundation's resources aren't unlimited, so why should we use them to seek out anomalies we wouldn't even know existed if we didn't look? In the short term, it appears to have little benefit; however, in the long term, it will prove to be essential. One of the greatest challenges we face as an organization which, at its core, strives to control change is determining what should change. Where is the line drawn between anomalous and mundane? When should science be top secret, and when should it be used to advance humanity? These questions do not always have answers. But one thing my colleagues and I are absolutely certain of is that, if humanity is to have a future, it will lie beyond Earth. To date, a number of extraterrestrial anomalies have been documented and contained, but the majority of the Foundation’s work has been terrestrial in nature. Looking to the future, a dedicated space program will become exponentially more important. It is our job to clear the way for humanity’s advancement so that, when future generations look back through their history and forward to their own prospects, it will cohere into something that makes sense; to explore the darkness so others can expand into the light; and, as always, to secure, contain, and protect. Towards this end, Project Briareus is being significantly expanded. All staff will be required to read the logs from the mission which took place at the end of last year. This will give you an example of the sort of things we expect to encounter out there and an opportunity to learn from past mistakes. The logs have been attached to this message. Good luck to you all. – Zeig Skannon, Project Briareus Director 1 attachment: briareus_3_logs.fdoc ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5300" by MirageTD & Habitual_Snubnose, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5300. 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: kleinBottleAnim.gif Names: kleinBottle_anim.gif Author: Konrad Polthier License: Copyrighted (used with permission) Source Link: plus.maths.org Filename: wormhole.svg Author: MirageTD, using StarCharter by Dominic Ford License: CC BY-SA 3.0
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